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The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 5: Waiting Till Tonight

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synop: Deciding you want to enjoy the zoo without any worry, you make Chance and Parker promise not to fuck with you till the night. Little do you know, that will end up making you reveal things you weren't expecting to.

words: 8.2K

includes: chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, chancexhector mention, parkerxsophia mention, eddiexvoltxreader mention, teasing, sexual discussions, zoo, animals, bats, insects, anxiety, jealousy

a/n: Sorry this chap took a bit to get out! This is mostly sfw, just some sexual talks.

Also, school starts Monday, August 25th for me, so I will be posting a bit less. Please have patience with me!

After Chance exited the car, you waited a moment. Taking in a long deep breath, you closed your eyes.

What the FUCK was that?! Your mind was screaming at you. How were you supposed to handle the rest of the day with them when Chance just left you with that ominous statement?

When you opened your eyes, you let out the breath slowly. Peering out of the corner of your vision, you saw Chance and Parker chatting with each other. The two of them smirking and chuckling. Parker glanced up, locking eyes with you. The smirk on his face grew as he watched red bloom on your cheeks. Fuck, they were doing a number on you.

Gearing yourself up, you opened the truck door and exited the vehicle. Joining your friends, you willed your heart to stop racing.

“What took you so long?” Parker smirked at you.

“Oh I don’t know-.” You stopped yourself.

If you continued this, your whole day would be spent shuffling what if, what if, what if, in your brain. You didn’t want that. Based on how the men were looking at you, they definitely did. So, you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

“I was just making sure I was ready to go.” You said as you attempted to keep up a poker face.

“There was nothing else holding you up?” Parker pressed.

“Nope, nothing at all.” You decided to start walking to the zoo entrance, pushing past Parker and Chance. “I’ve got our tickets, so don’t stay too far behind.” You said over your shoulder.

The two of them shared a look. Chance letting out an amused huff at your attempts to remain composed. Okay, so be it. They enjoyed a challenge. Sending a cheeky grin to Chance, Parker nodded. The two had come to the same conclusion. For now you could have your fun in ignorance, for now.

As you neared the entrance you felt that familiar buzz of excitement. You couldn’t recall the last time you had been to a zoo. You were pretty sure you came to Omaha at some point in middle school, but hadn’t been to the area since. When planning out your trip you were excited to head this way, even if you were going to end up driving through Nebraska.

Looking behind, you saw Chance and Parker talking and laughing with each other. As soon as they spotted you, they grinned. They’re plotting something. No matter, you would just ignore whatever attempts they made to fluster you. You didn’t need their teasing bothering you today.

Suddenly, you found yourself slamming into a light post. Hitting the side of your head against the hard metal.

“Agh, Fuck!” You yelped, grabbing your face.

Ignoring the disgruntled looks from parents, you let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that hurt. That’s what you get for not watching where you were going, you supposed.

Jogging up to you, Chance cupped your face. Turning it to the side, he let out a sigh of relief. Though your face was slightly red, it didn’t appear that you had actually injured yourself. He gave you a stern look, then flicked you on the forehead.

“Hey!” You shouted, rubbing your forehead. “What the f-.” You stopped spotting the children heading to the entrance. “What was that for?” You grumbled

“Watch where you’re going.” He said, then pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. Grinning at the shocked look on your face, Chance chuckled. “Just to make it feel better.”

“Here I can help too!” Parker said, feeling left out. He planted a kiss on the other cheek.

Narrowing your eyes you let out an irritated groan. They were not going to go easy on you it seemed.

“That wasn’t even the part of my face that I hit.”

“Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll run into another pole. I’m preemptively giving you a kiss to make it feel better.” He gave you a cheeky grin.

“I’m going to fucking kill you guys.” You said, letting out a frustrated hiss.

“Not if you kill yourself first. That was quite the nasty looking slam.” Chance said.

Closing your eyes, you took in a breath. Composing yourself, you nodded. You were not going to let them get to you. Not today, not ever.

Even though you repeated that mantra to yourself, you very much knew that they were getting to you. They were very good at that. You knew you could do the same, but the last thing you wanted was another period of trying to up the ante of uncomfortability with your friends. For now, you would let them have their fun. There would eventually be an opportunity to get back at them. Today you decided the best way was to just ignore their attempts.

Following behind the groups of tourists and families, you readied the tickets on your phone. As you made it to the entrance, you held it up for the admissions staff to scan. With a wave and a smile, they greeted you.

“Got three tickets?” They eyed your group.

“Yes indeed. For me and these two kids. Think I could get a discount?” You joked, pointing back to your friends with your thumb.

“Ha! Sorry, I think your kids might be a bit big for that.” They joked back, maintaining their customer service poise.

“Well, it was worth a shot.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Once your tickets were scanned you made your way into the zoo. Parker pulled up a zoo map on his phone, then pointed you to the Desert Dome.

“Oh we gotta start there first!” Parker said giddily, bouncing on his toes. “It’s my favorite! Well, actually the nightlife section is my favorite, but the desert is cool.”

“Nightlife?” Chance questioned.

“Yeah! They have bats!” He said with a bright grin.

“Oh, I forgot about that.” You shot Chance a sorry look.

The man had quite the fear of the nocturnal creatures. An unfortunate incident with a bat infestation at his childhood home had him waking up with one of the critters in his bed. Which led to him receiving multiple rabies shots over the course of two weeks. Parker gave him a ton of shit over it, asking Chance to bite him so they could both have rabies. You were a bit nicer, even joining him during one of his vaccine appointments.

“Ugh. Bats…” Chance mumbled.

“You don’t have to go into that section with us, Chance.” You said.

“No, I’ll be fine. I’m not,like, deathly afraid of them. They just creep me out. A lot.” He gave you a reassuring look.

“Okay. If you want to leave though, we will.” You shot a look at Parker. “Got that, Bradley?”

“What? I apologized for the rabies jokes years ago!” He jolted his hands up in exasperation.

Before you could make a retort, Chance placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll be fine. Seriously.”

Nodding, you accepted his response. Looking down at his idle hand, you decided to grab it. Pulling him along, the three of you made your way into the building. Heat blasted against you as you entered the Desert Dome. A red sand dune greeted you upon entering the space. Around you, the sounds of various birds filled the area. As you continued on through the exhibit, you spotted various animals. Parker, with his vast knowledge on random facts, was able to occasionally provide you with some interesting trivia.

“Did you know, the Desert Dome is actually one of the world’s largest indoor deserts?” He asked you and Chance, knowing full-well that neither of you knew that.

“How many indoor deserts actually exist in the world?” You asked him as you stared into an enclosure containing a bird with a bright blue breast.

“How am I supposed to know that?” Parker quirked a brow at you, as if that was such an obvious question.

Rolling your eyes, you shared a chuckle with Chance.

“So when was the last time you came here?” You asked Parker.

“Uhh, like three years ago, I think? My grandparents like to take me.”

It was funny, picturing Parker’s grandparents dragging him to a zoo when he’s a grown-ass adult. You could almost see him holding a lollipop wearing a propeller hat.

“Your grandparents like to bring you to a lot of things.” You commented.

“Yeah, to be honest, they were a bit upset that I was going on this trip with you guys.” Parker said, letting out an airy laugh.

“Wait, really?” You questioned.

“Yeah… I mean, they do like taking me to a lot of the places we’re planning on going to. They might be a bit jealous you guys are taking up time with me.” He shrugged.

“Send them my apologies. I didn’t realize that we took away their sweet baby grandson.” You reached for his cheek, pinching and wiggling it.

“He’s an only child. I don’t blame his grandparents for wanting to monopolize his time.” Chance chimed in, being reasonable as always.

“I guess…” You sighed. “Must be nice not having to fight for your grandparent’s attention.” You chided.

“Pfft, like you can complain. You have one sibling.” Chance scoffed. “Try fighting for anyone’s attention when you're a middle child of six.”

“Sorry I wasn’t raised in the Italian hellscape that you call home.” You retorted with a snicker.

“Irish-Italian hellscape.” Chance corrected with a grin.

“That sounds like an oxymoron.” You chuckled.

“I feel like that could define much of our friend’s life.” Parker joined in.

“Fair point.” You conceded, with a nod.

Together you continued through the three deserts in the dome. Spotting various wildcats, peering into reptilian enclosures, and viewing desert flora. Occasionally Parker would chime in with some fun fact that he recalled from his memory.

When you finished the Desert Dome, you made your way to the nocturnal animals section. Heading down a flight of stairs, you round a corner and enter a very dark area. Lit up in red lights. At the start of the area you peered into a bunch of enclosures containing various rodents, reptiles, and amphibians. Squinting, you tried to see the animals.

Eventually, you made your way into an area that looked like a cave. Before you turned the corner you heard sounds of squealing and flapping wings. Beside you, you felt Chance stiffen up. Looking up at him, you saw his breathing had become slightly shallow. On your other side, Parker wore a big grin. Appearing excited to see the winged nocturnal creatures ahead, he paid little mind to Chance’s change in demeanor.

Slowly, you reached for Chance’s hand. Gripping it softly, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. Turning to look at you, Chance let out a breath he had been holding. He smiled softly, squeezing your hand back. It was nice knowing that he was able to rely on you for comfort. Together, you walked through the space. You were going to try and slip past the bats, but Chance stopped you.

Chance stood, watching intently at one of the enclosures filled with bats. His hand gripped yours a bit tighter, and you could feel it grow slightly clammy. Using your other hand, you gave his arm a soothing caress. Leaning up to his ear, you spoke to him over the noises.

“We don’t have to stay here.”

“I know.” Chance shuffled in place. “But I don’t want you to miss anything.”

“Chance, it’s not the end of the world if I don’t look at the bats.” You pat his arm.

“I guess. I just don’t want to ruin your time here.” He gave you a sincere look that had your heart fluttering.

“Did you think of that when you spoke to me in the car?” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them.

As you watched Chance, you saw his jaw tighten at your statement. Glancing at you, you caught a glint of something in his eyes. Touche. He thought.

Shit, you realized you had started up what you had hoped to end.

“From the way you had responded to me, I don’t believe I ruined anything.” He spoke lowly, leaning close to you.

You tried pulling away from him, but his hand only gripped yours tighter. The room's lighting made Chance appear somewhat menacing. The image had you gulping.

“Well? Did I ruin your zoo experience before it even began?” It was clear he was demanding an answer.

“No.” You let out a shaky breath. “You didn’t.”

At your words, the grip on your hand softened. He didn’t let go though. Deciding to hold your hand throughout the rest of the exhibit. Now it was your turn to have cold and clammy palms. Chance’s words reverberated through your mind, making you shiver. You just had to say something… You admonished yourself.

Beside you, Parker was none the wiser. Gleefully weaving through the crowd to look into another enclosure, then waving over you and Chance to look inside. If Chance had anything else planned for you, he gave you no indication of what that would be. You didn’t know if that should make you relieved or very, very nervous. The latter was the likely option.

Blinding afternoon sun hit your trio as you exited the building. When you blinked away the sunspots, you realized Chance had released your hand. Your now free hand clenched onto nothing as you looked over at him. Sporting a smirk, the man turned away from you. Not granting you any satisfaction of trying to get a gauge on what was going on in his mind.

Together you continued through the zoo. Taking some reprieve from the heat in the aquarium. All of you oohing and ahhing as you walked through the aquarium tunnel surrounded by various fish and sharks. Parker particularly enjoyed the penguin enclosure. You had the benefit of viewing it during feeding time. Watching the zookeepers toss fish to the penguins, seeing them dive in and out of the water to eat.

The next stop was the Butterfly and Insect Pavilion, yet another stop Parker was excited about. Though you weren’t surprised, the man had quite the fascination for the creepy crawlies. Butterflies at least, weren’t too bad.

When you had entered the butterfly section, you giggled as a few had made their way around Chance. Lightly landing on his head and shoulder.

“You know, butterflies are attracted to the scent of urine.” Parker stated with a grin and nudge against Chance.

“What does that say about you?” Chance asked, crossing his arms as he watched a few land on Parker.

“They also like the scent of death.” You chimed in. “And sweat. You guys are gross.” You stuck your tongue out at them as you continued onward.

While Parker was practically pressed against the glass of the insect enclosures, you kept a bit of a distance. Politely watching the bugs move about in their spaces, as you held back shivers at the sight. Looking over his shoulder, Parker spotted you looking uncomfortable. Sauntering over, he gave you a soft smile with a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay? I know bugs kinda creep you out.” The beginning of this conversation felt like deja vu to you, except you were on the receiving end this time.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just keeping my distance is all. I know you like this,” you waved your hands about, “stuff.”

Rolling his eyes, Parker patted your shoulder.

“You little people pleaser.” His hand moved to your head, ruffling your hair lovingly. His attention then moved to Chance who was looking into an enclosure with a spider. “Both of you are.” Parker left it at that, moving onward in the exhibit.

Moving along, you eventually found yourself at an enclosure you were very excited for. In an outdoor space you watched as giant giraffes roamed around. Many made their way to an area where people were holding out branches for them to eat off of. Giddily, you encouraged your friends to move faster.

“I saved up for this one!” You proudly told them, even though it didn’t really cost that much in the grand scheme of things.

“Oh, are we feeding the giraffes?” Parker had now joined along with your enthusiasm.

“Uh, hell yeah we are!” You said.

Chance shook his head and chuckled at your childlike enthusiasm. Though, he had to admit, it sounded pretty fun to him as well.

The three of you were given branches before you headed onto a balcony over the giraffe enclosure. As you proceeded to lean your arms over the ledge, the tall creatures made their way to you. One reached out a long tongue to encircle the branch, then ripped off some of the leaves with its teeth. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you felt that innocent whimsy of youth fill you at the sight. Both Parker and Chance appeared to be feeling the same. Bright smiles plastered on their faces as they watched in awe at the creature before them. How such a simple act could make someone feel such joy? You didn’t know. You were glad you got to experience it with your friends though.

As you were leaving, Parker and Chance were rambling on about the animals.

“I went to one zoo before, and they actually ate directly from your hand. Their tongues are so slimy!” Parker said.

“Ugh, that sounds gross.” Chance cringed at the thought of feeling a slimy tongue on his hand.

“I thought it was pretty cool!” Parker said with his characteristic enthusiasm. “I’d love to have a tongue that long. Imagine the things you could do!” He proceeded to stick out his tongue, demonstrating that it was quite long. The muscle practically touching the bottom of his chin.

Immediately, your thoughts moved to somewhere significantly less innocent. Shaking your head, you tried to remove them from your brain. As if he caught your mind’s shift, Parker sucked his tongue back in with a smirk.

“Like what you see?” His gaze grew dark.

“What?” You feigned ignorance.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring.” Parker teased.

No, you couldn’t let this start again. It didn’t seem like Parker was going to let it go though. Turning to Chance he motioned toward him with his hand.

“How long is your tongue?” Parker asked him.

“Um, why do you want to know?” It seemed like he hadn’t noticed what Parker had.

“Just because. Gotta see who’s the most giraffe like here, and I think I’m winning.” He proudly pressed a thumb to his chest.

Shrugging his shoulders, Chance stuck his tongue out as far as it could go. It only reached about half-way down his chin.

“Guess you win,” Chance shrugged, wiping his chin off.

“Guess I do.” Parker eyed you with a smirk, spotting the light pink your cheeks were sporting.

“Whose do you like better?” Parker asked you.

Shaking your head side-to-side you didn’t answer. Instead, you tried to move on to the next enclosure. Whatever was going on had suddenly clicked for Chance, a smirk growing on his face as well.

“Wait, you’re just going to leave the conversation like that?” Chance called after you.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” You huffed, feeling your cheeks burn even more than they already were.

“That’s pretty rude!” Parker said in a sing-song voice as he sidled up alongside you.

Chance followed, moving to your other side. Both had you trapped between them.

“You guys are the fucking worst.” You grumbled through gritted teeth.

“Why’s that?” Chance asked, brow raised expectantly.

“Yeah, why is that?” Parker chimed in beside you.

“Because you keep making things weird…” You trailed, keeping your gaze forward.

Just ahead you spotted the elephant enclosure. Picking up your pace, you hoped you could manage to make the animals a new distraction.

“Honestly, I think you’re the one making it weird.” Parker said.

He stretched his arms up with a groan, revealing a bit of his toned stomach. Your eyes flitted to the bare skin, then back ahead. Internally you admonished yourself for your visual slip-up. You knew Parker noticed as another grin grew on his face.

“Parker and I are enjoying ourselves just fine, you seem like the odd one out.” Chance said.

Grumbling, you stopped walking. They were just going to keep doing this, weren’t they? Fine, so be it.

“Okay.” You agreed. “What if we make a deal?” You moved your head side to side, looking them both in the eyes.

“What kind of deal?” Chance crossed his arms, eyeing you suspiciously.

“One that I think will please all of us.” You chose your words purposely, enjoying the fact that you had piqued their curiosity. “If you stop this suggestive nonsense during the day, I’ll go along with whatever scheme you two have cooked up tonight.” Oh, that was a dangerous deal to make.

You almost regretted it when you watched the two give each other a shared satisfied look.

“You’ll go along with anything?” Parker pressed, desperately hoping you would confirm you would do so.

Feeling anxiety bubble in your stomach, you slowly nodded.

“Yes… with parameters.” You added, hoping that would save you somewhat.

“What kind of parameters?” Chance asked, leaning even closer toward you.

Feeling your breath hitch, you stepped back slightly, only to bump into Parker. The man behind you lightly grabbed your arms to stop you from tripping.

“Whoa! Careful there.” He teased, making your face grow hot.

Biting your lip, you thought about the restrictions you wished to impose. Glancing back at Chance, you gave him a stern look.

“I’m not doing anything with you.” You said.

“But you just-.” You cut him off with a hand.

“Let me rephrase; I’m not… fucking you.” You said the last part quietly, realizing the family friendly environment that you were still in.

If they were disappointed, you didn’t notice a change in their demeanor.

“That’s fair enough for me. So everything else is on the table?” Chance glanced at Parker, who gave him a nod of approval.

“Sounds good to me.” Parker agreed.

Even if they couldn’t fuck you, you knew they could ask other things of you. In the end though, would that really be so bad? The thought almost excited you, even if it also filled you with a deep anxiety. Regardless, they had agreed to your conditions.

“Great! So please, no more of this.” You said, motioning between you and Chance.

“Till tonight.” He added, gaze dark.

“Till tonight.” You agreed with a gulp.

The rest of your zoo visit went by without any more comments from the men. Every so often, you felt their hungry gazes on you. There was no doubt, they were going to ask something of you. What it was, you weren’t sure. Based on what they had done together that morning, anything could happen.

The three of you continued your zoo trip. Enjoying various other exhibits. The sea lion training was a hit for all of you. Whenever you passed by a primate enclosure you and Chance commented that all of them appeared to look like Parker. The man took the jabs in stride, adding his trivia about each of the species to make himself seem cooler through the resemblance to the animals.

When you were done with the final exhibit, you all made your way out of the zoo. Not before stopping in the gift shop, of course. Deciding to bring home a little trinket, you bought yourself a magnet to add to your family’s fridge collection. Parker ended up walking out with a t-shirt while Chance abstained from purchasing anything. He said he promised to get something for one of his siblings when you all were in Oregon, but had no interest in the kitschy stuff otherwise.

You piled back into Chance’s truck, then headed off to your next campsite. This time you were staying at Lake Cunningham. The next morning you knew Chance and Parker were planning on fishing for a little bit before you took off for your next destination. Meaning you got to sleep in with the tent all to yourself.

As you pulled into the area, you spotted the lake. Afternoon sun gleamed off of the blue water that was littered with small boats. Many people were out and about. Walking trails, fishing, and playing frisbee golf.

When you arrived at your campsite, you got your tent pitched up much faster this time. Both you and Chance looked over your site, hands on your hips with pride at the work. When you shared a glance with him, you felt a pit of anxiety begin to grow. That hungry look had returned once more. You didn’t know if you wanted to know what he had been planning.

There was still some time before you were going to head into the city for dinner, so Parker pulled out his bag of frisbee golf discs. You honestly had no idea how he had managed to pack so many games with him, not that you were complaining. When Parker pulled out a game, you knew you were in for a good time.

“Alright, Bradley, how do we play this?” You asked as the three of you stood on a concrete slab.

A few yards away stood a metal basket with chains, the “hole” that the frisbee was supposed to go in.

“It’s pretty much like regular golf. Wherever your frisbee lands, you shoot from that spot toward the hole.” He pointed at the basket.

From his bag he pulled out a bright red disc. Angling his body to the side, he lined himself up with the hole. It was clear he was a practiced player. He waved his arm back and forth, angling it just right. With one final movement, he released the disc. It flew through the air, landing in the basket perfectly.

Politely, you clapped at the hole-in-one. Parker gave you a bow and a smile, then offered a disc to you.

Taking it, you attempted to copy Parker’s movements. Lining yourself up sideways, you tried to angle your hand like he did. It was interesting though, the disc weighed a bit more than you expected. Pulling your arm forward and back, you let it release. There wasn’t enough force behind your throw, and the disc landed a few feet away from the hole. Throwing your arm down in a “drat” motion, you walked up to the disc. Thankfully, you were close to the hole. Only needing a little force behind your throw, you got the disc caught in the chains.

“Nice one!” Parker said, jogging up to you. “You’re a natural!” He patted you on the shoulder.

“It’s the first hole, Parker.” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“And you’re doing amazing!”

Looking over at Chance, Parker gave him a thumbs up. Nodding, Chance lined up his shot. It seemed like he was equally as versed in the game. He released the disc, and it landed in the basket just like Parker’s.

“You’ve played before?” You ask Chance as he joined you and Parker.

“Yeah. I was the one that showed Parker how to play, or I guess it was my dad that did.” Chance said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“He took us on a guys camping trip and we played a lot of frisbee golf.” Parker said.

“Parker kinda became obsessed with the game.” Chance added.

The reveal made you feel a bit sour. You had forgotten about Chance’s dad’s annual guy’s camping trip. One that you were never invited to despite being the two’s best friend. Though, you didn’t blame the guys. Chance’s dad was the one that made that decision. From what you had been told it was a non-negotiable event with his dad, and Parker was a good emotional buffer to have around Chance’s father.

“Well, I’m glad you found something to enjoy.” You said, attempting to move on from the uncomfortable undertones of the conversation.

As your game wrapped up, the sun was beginning to set. When you reached the final hole, you let out a gasp. The holes were far away with trees blocking your view of them. It seemed like this was no big deal to Parker who was in the lead.

Lining up his shot, he tried to add some curve. Hoping to get around the trees. Sadly, his plotting did not work. The disc landed in some brush. Sucking his teeth in frustration, Parker moved to go grab the disc. Pulling it out of the branches, he brushed away some leaves. Angling his head, he tried to determine the best way to go about reaching the hole from his position. From where you stood you could tell he had made a realization of some sort.

Slumping his shoulders, Parker conceded to the fact he would have to make three moves. Throwing the disc a short distance, he found he had a straight shot to the hole. Taking the final throw, he managed to make it into the basket. Pumping his fist, he motioned for you to take your turn.

You were failing miserably. Extremely behind your friends as it took you too many tries before reaching the basket. Even once missing the basket when you were right in front of it. Eyeing the little bit of the hole you could see, you attempted to line up your shot. Your tries were in vain, the disc also landing among the trees. It didn’t help that the disc didn’t fly very far either.

After four more throws, with a couple of lands in the trees, you managed to reach the hole. Parker gave you a sympathetic smile and a pat on the back as you slumped over in defeat.

“Alright Chance, if you can make this in two shots, you win!” Parker called over to the other man.

Nodding, Chance narrowed his eyes toward the distance. He was neck and neck with Parker throughout the whole game. Now was his opportunity to reign supreme in frisbee golf. Taking in a breath, he motioned his planned movements. With a good amount of force, he managed to get a good distance on the disc. As it flew, it slightly curved. Exactly what Chance wanted. Where it landed, Chance had a straight shot to the hole. One that he took and won.

Parker whooped and applauded for the man.

“Good game guys!” Parker said, smiling brightly.

You couldn’t help but return his enthusiasm. His excitement over games was often very infectious.

Looking at the horizon, Chance realized that nighttime was approaching. He glanced over at you, but decided to keep that information to himself.

“Ready to get some grub?” He asked your group.

Right on cue, Parker’s stomach grumbled.

“Absolutely.” He said. “I’m so ready for a burger.”

Parker knew of a good burger joint in downtown Omaha, so you decided to forgo a campfire dinner for the night.

Before heading out, you all freshened up and changed into evening clothes. When you were ready, you hopped back into Chance’s truck. Once you were inside and buckled up, Chance started the car. When you were out of the campgrounds, Chance decided to share his earlier epiphany.

“So, it’s going to be nighttime soon.” He said lowly to you.

“So?” You didn’t catch what he was getting at.

Like he had done during your first car ride, Chance’s hand found its way to your thigh.

“So, that means it will be night soon.” His gaze flitted to you, then back to the road.

“Oh yeah! That’s right…” Parker realized what Chance was saying, leaning toward you to purr into your ear. “You know what that means…” He said your name lowly, making you shiver.

Eyes wide, the realization dawned on you. Fuck.

“I-I meant like when we got back to the tent after dinner! Like when we’re close to turning in for the night.” You tried to defend yourself from what was about to come.

“You told us to stop “making things weird” during the day. From what I can tell, daytime is almost over.” Parker chuckled as you both gazed toward the setting sun.

“You know what I meant!” You tried again, but knew it was futile.

“Yeah, we do! And daylight is fading. So you know what that means.” Chance’s hand gripped your thigh tighter, making you jolt.

“I guess I do.” You conceded with a sigh, gearing yourself up for a night of teasing.

Anything… You had promised you would do anything they ask, just short of allowing them to fuck you. Gulping, you tried to steer your attention away from the hand burning against your thigh. You couldn’t though. As your mind wandered to that hand, you wondered what they had planned for you. Knowing them, it could be anything.

Sometimes it seemed like the two shared the same mind. Often being able to read the other’s thoughts with just a glance. Though, the two shared a similar ability with you. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that they also would have their own wavelength that you weren’t privy to.

When you parked along a street downtown, you took in a deep breath. Shutting off the car, Chance gave you a concerned look. You were about to exit the car when Chance gripped your thigh again, catching you off-guard. Pausing, you turned to give him an expectant look. Hand dropping from the car handle as you waited. Unbuckling his seat, Chance leaned toward you. Cupping your chin softly, his gaze softened.

“Look, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, you need to tell us.”

“I will.” You said with a shaky breath.

“Promise?” He asked, reading your wide eyed expression.

“Promise.” You said softly.

“Good.” He released you, then moved to exit the car. “I’m excited to see where this goes.” His expression shifted into a knowing smirk.

Feeling your heart rate pickup, you nodded. Gearing yourself up for the evening, you exited the car.

“You two having more secret conversations in the car without me?” Parker chided you and Chance as you joined him.

“Just making sure we’re all on the same page tonight.” Chance said.

“Sounds good to me! Now, I’m starving!” Parker said, looping his arms around you and Chance’s necks to pull you against him. “My belly is begging for a burger!”

You and Chance chuckled at Parker’s antics, then pulled out of his grasp. The three of you made your way through the downtown area. Compared to Chicago, it wasn’t much to look at. Many industrial buildings of the past had been converted into mutli-complex buildings with apartments and businesses filling the spaces out. The city’s riverwalk was quite quaint at least.

Parker led the way, a map pulled up on his phone as you traversed the area. As you walked, Chance reached for your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he made sure to help you maneuver past various pedestrians. Like before, his hand burned against your skin. In turn, it made your cheeks flare up.

Eventually you landed at the entrance to a nice looking restaurant. The facade of the building appeared to be that of an old factory, still made up of the brick it had been originally built with. Above the entrance hung a sign with an image of a cow.

Inside, a hostess sat behind a podium with a tablet. She glanced up and acknowledged you with a nod, then looked back down at the tablet.

“Reservation?” She asked.

“Yup! Should be under Bradley!” Parker said with a grin.

Moving her finger down the tablet, she tapped.

“Bradley, table for three at seven?” She asked, glancing up again.

“That’s us!”

The hostess grabbed three menus, then weaved you through the restaurant. The anxiety in your stomach doubled. She had brought you to a dimly lit corner of the restaurant where few tables sat. You would be alone with the men, and there was likely no one to listen into your conversation with them.

Glancing at Chance and Parker, you realized they were waiting for you to pick your seat. Likely to trap you into a booth with one of them. Sighing quietly, you scootched into one of the seats. Chance slid in beside you, and Parker sat in front of you. A grin that had your stomach in knots was plastered on his face.

After setting down the menus, the hostess left your table. Quickly afterwards, your waitress arrived at the table.

“Good evening! I’m Mary, I’ll be your waitress today! What’ll ya’ll be havin’ for drinks?” She asked in a cheery voice.

Looking over the table, you found the drink menu. You were going to need something with alcohol in it to stop your nerves from frying around the men. Reaching for it, you perused the options then settled on something with a decent alcohol content.

“I’ll have a water.” Then you added your drink choice.

The men ordered water and beer.

After looking over your IDs the waitress took your orders and promised to be back with them.

Now, you were left alone. Despite being a large restaurant, you felt as if you were in a tight space. Like the booth you were in with the men was the only area you were currently contained in. The two eyed you expectantly.

“So… the zoo was fun!” You tried to start up the conversation, hoping to avoid something uncomfortable.

“Yeah it was!” Parker said with a smile, but his eyes reflected something other than happiness.

Slumping down in your seat, you groaned. Pinching your eyes shut, you sighed. Might as well get this over with.

“Just get on with it.” You said, trying to feign some ounce of confidence.

“Oh we will.” Parker said. “We’re just waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” You asked.

“To get our drinks and order our food.” Chance added, as if it was obvious. “Don’t want to be interrupted.”

“What about when our food arrives?” You asked.

“That’s a good point.” Parker added, looking at Chance for an answer.

“True, but I think I’ll be tired of waiting before then.” He looked back at Parker. “Don’t you think so?” He asked lowly.

“I-I guess…” Parker couldn’t look into the other man’s dark gaze, his cheeks flushed red.

Glad to see that you weren’t the only one affected by Chance’s domineering attitude. Though, Parker was capable of a similar tone, so you weren’t in the clear whatsoever.

After a moment, the waitress returned with your drink orders. As if she could feel the growing tension, she tried upping her cheery attitude.

“I hope you enjoy your drinks!” She said, smile just a tad too wide.

Quickly, she set the drinks down, then she pulled out a small notepad.

“Ready to order?” She asked.

“I certainly am!” Parker said, switching to his own overly friendly persona.

“Great! What can I getcha?”

As Parker ordered, you skimmed over the menu as fast as you could. Because of your conversation, you had forgotten to look over the menu. At this point, you didn’t even know if you were very hungry anymore. However, it probably would be a good idea to try to eat. Even if the men were making your stomach churn with nerves.

“What about you?” The waitress asked you. You hadn’t realized that Chance had already given his order.

“Oh um…” Looking at the menu, you made a decision and told her.

“Oh I love that one! It’s so so good!” She said, reaching for your table’s menus. “I’ll be back with those orders in a jiffy!”

“Take your time!” Parker waved as she skittered away from your table. Turning back to you and Chance, he placed his hands under his chin and pointed between the two of you. “What now?” He asked with a coy smirk.

“We talk about what we enjoyed during the day and appreciated each other’s company!” You chimed in, with a strained smile.

“Nice try.” Chance nudged you, then turned to Parker. “You know what we discussed.”

“I thought we were going to wait till we were back to do that?” Parker gave him a nervous look.

“Meh, we got lucky. No one’s going to listen in on us here.” Chance leaned toward the other man. “Plus, it’s a little more fun when there’s a bit of risk involved, no?” His low timbre had Parker shivering.

“R-right.”

“What are you guys talking about?” You crossed your arms defensively, trying to hide your own nervousness.

“You are going to answer every question we ask you honestly.” He said. Before you could speak, he continued. “And we will do the same. For you and each other.”

“Yeah. We’re trying to be FAIR.” Parker emphasized the last word, calling back to the previous night.

“Right. Fair…” You glanced away from them. “Fine.” You huffed in defeat. You’ll go along with whatever they want.

“Great!” Chance clapped his hands in satisfaction. “I’ll start easy. What’s your favorite animal?” He asked you and Parker.

Okay, that was easy enough. Though you knew it wouldn’t end there.

You shared your favorite animal, then turned to hear Parker.

“Hmmm… I think the orchid mantis, oh wait, hmm… Maybe axolotls, no, maybe… peacocks. No, peacock spiders!” He gave you a bright smile when he landed on a conclusion, though you had a feeling he didn’t truly know if that was true himself.

“Mine’s the lynx or komodo dragon.” Chance said.

The two options were vastly different, yet totally made sense as to why Chance would like them.

“Alright, who’s next?” You asked the two.

“Let’s have you go.” Chance motioned to you.

“Okay…” Wracking your brain, you tried to come up with a good question. One that was fun though, you weren’t ready for the suggestive ones yet.

“What was your least favorite subject in high school?” You asked.

Chance gave you a questioning look, then let out a chuckle. He knew exactly what you were doing. He wouldn’t let you avoid it for long.

“I’d have to say Mr. Johnson’s Chem 2 course. I swear he had something against me.” Chance said, a scowl on his face at the thought of the teacher.

“I asked for a subject, not a class.” You teased, recalling how terrible of a teacher the man was.

“Fine, Chemistry. Better?” Chance rolled his eyes.

“Math. Hands down, absolute worst.” Parker cringed at the mention of the subject.

“For someone so good at number games, I’m surprised you hate math so much.” You said.

“Game numbers are different from real numbers.” He pointed a finger at you.

You shared your least favorite subject, recalling a teacher that you disliked that taught it.

“Your turn Parker.” You said.

The grin on his face made your stomach drop.

“What’s the best makeout sesh you’ve ever had?” Parker asked, then added. “Minus the one we shared last night. Obviously, that’s the best one.” He said with a chuckle. It was an attempt to avoid the possible hurt of hearing that it wasn’t the best, but he wouldn’t admit that.

Both you and Chance were blushing. So he just really started it? Turning to Chance, you motioned for him to go first. Then he motioned for you to go. Shaking your head, you motioned for him. Sighing, he accepted.

“It was Hector…” He trailed.

“You got with Hector?” You asked surprised. The guy seemed super shy, though Chance was pretty good at pulling people out of their shells.

You didn’t get to know him too well, but he had worked backstage with your friends when you all volunteered at your local community theatre. From what you could tell, he was a sweetheart.

“Yeah.” Chance tried leaving it there, but Parker didn’t let him.

“What made it so good?” He asked, waggling his brows suggestively.

“He was really sweet.”

“Oh c’mon, Chance! You know that’s not what I meant. Give me,” Parker then pointed between you and him. “Give us the juicy deets. Like, was he good with tongue, you know?” He looked at you for support.

You shrugged, then looked at Chance expectantly.

“Well, was he good with tongue?” You pressed Chance.

Letting out a flustered huff, Chance shook his head.

“Yes, fine! He was good with tongue. Like I said, really sweet. He liked to talk, a lot. Like he kept complimenting me and stuff…” Chance’s face grew red at the memories.

“Aww, that’s cute!” Parker leaned on his hands with a lovestruck look in his eyes. Then, his gaze flitted to you. “What about you?”

“What about me?” You asked, face growing hot.

“What was the best makeout sesh you have ever had?” He asked.

Both he and Chance were watching you intently, waiting for your response with bated breath.

“Um, it was during the summer after my sophomore year in college. It was really hot.” You tried leaving it at that.

“Nuhuh. You don’t get to not tell us who it is.” Parker jabbed a finger in your face.

“It was Eddie Watts.” You grumbled out, cheeks dark red.

“Wait, seriously?!” Chance exclaimed, leaning in toward you.

“Yes, seriously.” You said, confused by his shock.

“I swear you hated the guy!” He said.

“Oh, no, that was pure flirting.” Parker chimed in with a smirk. “You two wanted each other so bad, I remember!”

“But you guys bickered all the time!” Chance still couldn’t believe it, remembering the fights you had with the man.

“We fought over creative differences.” You admitted. “Otherwise we’re pretty close.”

“You still talk to him?” Chance felt a spike of jealousy hit him in the chest.

“Yes? Him and Volt. I swear I told you guys this.” You gave Chance a confused look, it wasn’t like you kept your other friendship secret.

“You did. We’re visiting their bar in L.A.” Parker backed you up.

“Oh. Okay.” Chance could not remember that, or maybe, he chose to forget.

“Whatever. Anyways, yes, it was Eddie. Are you happy?” You prodded Parker.

“Nope!”

“Huh?!” You raised your brows in surprise.

“You gotta give a bit more detail than that. What made it the best?” He smirked at your blushing face.

“Um, well… He’s hot, I guess. And really good with his tongue… and hands…and can I be done please?” Your eyes pleaded with Parker.

Sighing sadly, he nodded.

“I guess that’s enough, for now.” Then, a memory hit him. “Wait, was he the one that gave you that huge hickey under your ear? The one that your mom yelled at you about in front of us?” Parker began to cackle at the memory. “She thought it was us!” He motioned between him and Chance.

“Ugh… yes. He liked to stake his claim.” You admitted, then immediately regretted that. Eyes wide as you watched your friend’s reactions to that statement.

“Stake his claim!” Parker, held in another cackle. “Holy shit! I did not realize the type of people you were into.”

Chance didn’t say anything. Inside he was bubbling with jealousy, he was working overtime to cool his outward appearance. The kind of people you were into…

“Whatever, what about you, Bradley?” You pressed Parker.

“Sophia. Hands down. That woman has, like, the most magical mouth.” Parker practically purred at the thought of her. “And she always tasted so fucking good.” Parker looked between you and Chance with a grin. “Your turn, Chance.”

Glancing at you, Chance felt that jealousy bubble within him once more. There was a question eating away at him, but he didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer. Curiosity was getting the better of him, he NEEDED to know.

“I’ll answer this next question first.” Chance said. “You’ll answer last.” He said to you.

“Ooooh, mixing it up! I like it.” Parker said. “Hit us with it.”

“Who did you lose your virginity to and when did it happen?” Chance was looking directly into your eyes, making you feel very hot. “Senior prom, with Penelope.” Chance said, turning to Parker.

“Sophia, junior year of high school.” Parker said with confidence.

Your friend had already shared that with you and Chance before. Very proudly sharing that he had lost his virginity first. You and Chance on the other hand had not shared your “first-time” stories with each other.

Chance’s reveal wasn’t all too surprising for you. Senior year he seemed very frustrated with his lack of “getting with” anyone. So, Penelope was not something that came out of left field.

Wringing your hands together, you wondered if you should lie. Revealing your story to them would have Parker giving you shit for ages. Seeing how Chance had responded to your previous answer, you had a feeling he was not going to enjoy your next response.

A large pause occurred after Parker’s answer.

“Well, what about you?” Chance asked lowly.

Biting your lip, you realized it was inevitable. They would find out eventually, might as well be now.

“The summer after my sophomore year of college…” You let out a breath. “With Eddie…”

“I knew it!” Parker cheered for himself, but you stopped him with a hand.

“I’m not done.” You let out another shaky breath. “With Eddie… and Volt.”

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a99jazzybean · 5 days ago

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Hiii!! I like absolutely adore ur hcs like they are soooo awesome😭🙏 I was wondering if u have hcs about Chance, Parker and/or diceplay celebrating ur birthday🫶 like things they do or gifts they might get

Teehee asking cuz I love them and its my bday

Happy Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy these! Thank you for the request!

There's going to be some birthday sex stuff after the cut, so you should be able to skip that if you only want fluff!

Chance/Parker/Diceplay on Your Birthday Headcanons

Chance

Chance would keep your birthday celebration fairly low-key. Something with either just the two of you or a close group of friends. If you’re into TTRPGs I think he’d even make a special birthday one-shot for you all to play. Though, he’s not going easy on the birthday person. Sorry, you will still be rolling those death saves.

If it’s just the two of you I could see him planning a nice day out. Treating you like the royalty you are. Breakfast in bed, a lovely picnic and outing, then finishing the night with dinner, cake and presents, then there’s the birthday sex (if you’re into that).

Regardless of what activity you do, Chance is recording the day so you can look back on it fondly. Taking plenty of pictures of you and him along with your friends. He’ll also make sure to record some videos as well that you can watch later. I think he’s a pretty sappy guy and would want to capture those moments with you.

For Chance it would take a bit of learning, but he would eventually become a great gift giver. For your first birthday with him, he’d try to get something to impress. It’s probably something that’s fairly expensive and popular to get a partner. Think heart shaped jewelry, stuffed animals, expensive cologne/perfume. While you find it sweet that he wants to impress you, you reassure him that being himself is just fine. It’s a bit embarrassing but he’ll admit he was wrong for his assumptions. From then on he makes it a mission to learn all of your likes and interests. He’ll even be taking notes for future gifts. Your eyes linger just a bit too long on an item in a store, he’s immediately jotting it down. When you receive the gifts, sometimes you find yourself shocked.

“Wait, I even forgot I wanted this!” You exclaim after unwrapping the gift. “I saw it at that one place like what…?”

“Six months ago.” Chance says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You remembered from that long ago?” You ask, eyes sparkling with adoration.

“Of course, I try to keep track of the things you like. So… do you like it?”

“Oh Chance, I love it!” You exclaim, wrapping the man in a big tight hug.

Parker

C’mon, we know Parker. This guy will want to throw you a party with all of your friends. If you’re more of the introverted type, he’ll make sure it's a small gathering. If you’re extroverted, everyone’s coming. Of course, he’s pulling out all of your favorite games. He wants to make sure you have a super fun time.

If it’s summer, I feel like Parker would try and host a pool party, if you’re into it, obviously. He seems like the kind of guy that loves to be out in the sun when he can and wants you to join him. Plus, he might want an excuse to see you in a swimsuit. If it’s colder, I think he’d go for a themed costume party. He’s making sure the two of you go all out with your costumes. Again, if you’re into it, I bet he would host a murder party where guests have to guess whodunnit. Parker would obviously play as the dead body, make you a red herring, then reveal one of your guests as the murderer.

He’s also going to make sure he has one-on-one time with you as well. Likely after whatever activity he planned out for you. He’ll give you your gifts, and shower you with affection. He seems like the sentimental type. Talking about how he can’t wait to celebrate even more birthdays with you.

For gifts, Parker is oddly good at gift giving. You swear it’s like a supernatural sense of his. Sure, he knows all of your wants and likes, but somehow he finds the perfect gift for you and you had no idea of its existence. Man has a sixth sense for sniffing out perfect gifts. He’ll get you things you’ve told him about, but he’s always got something extra special for you that leaves you in awe of the man. It makes you a bit envious because he can be a bit difficult to get gifts for.

“Sooooo… Whaddya think?” Parker says, giving you the brightest smile. Anticipation sparkling in his eyes, making him bounce in his seat.

“I-it’s perfect…” You look at him, mouth agape. “How did you know to get this? I didn’t even know…” You look down at the unwrapped in your lap, shocked at how perfect it is.

Parker just shrugs his shoulders with a grin.

“I dunno? Guess I just love you that much!” He plants a smooch on your cheek for emphasis.

Diceplay

I think Chance and Parker would clash heads a bit on what constitutes as a good birthday activity. While they both would enjoy a good game night, they would not be able to decide what that entails exactly. In the end I feel like they would plan an outing that they could come to an agreement on, and a chill game night with friends, meaning there was no structure to the evening. I feel like a day at an amusement park would probably be a perfect outing for them to take you on. They would definitely compete with each other at carnival games. You would get to enjoy them pampering you with their affection all day. They would check in on whether or not you were having a good time, really wanting to make sure you have an enjoyable birthday.

As for gifts, Parker is leading the way. Again, he just KNOWS exactly what would be good for you. Chance would get you things he knows you want. I think he would try to do what Parker does, but is never as able to get his gift as accurately. Though, you do appreciate the effort and still cherish his gifts all the same. If Parker has a good inkling about a specific gift, he will see if Chance wants in on it. Especially if it’s a bit pricier. Sometimes Chance will even add something to exemplify the gift based on other wants of yours. Parker will also go in on gifts that Chance has remembered about.

“Whoa…” You look at the item you just unwrapped with wide eyes.

Looking up at Chance and Parker, you see them shuffling awkwardly. Eyes looking expectantly at you.

“You guys have done amazing, yet again. I don’t know how you do it.”

“It’s all Parker, really.” Chance said, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“Don’t give me all the credit! Chance’s additions are what really bring it all together.”

“Well, thank you. Both of you.” You give them a bright smile that has their hearts soaring. “You guys have made this the best birthday!”

Chance B-day Sex

If you’re more of the submissive type, Chance is spoiling you. Even if you’re being a brat, he’s treating you ever so sweetly (though your behavior will be remembered for later). He’ll ask you to tell him what you want him to do to you. If you’re struggling to decide, he’ll offer options.

Of course, he’s going down on you. You almost get concerned he won’t be able to breathe with how long he goes for. Don’t worry, he’s enjoying himself plenty. He just wants to make sure you end your birthday in absolute bliss.

When he fucks you, it’s soft and slow. Tender kisses, soft words of praise, light touches over your body. Again, your pleasure is his focus. He’s making sure you cum first.

If you’re more dominant, he’s obviously going to do whatever you want. The body worship is turned up to 100. If he can speak and you let him, it’s a never ending stream of compliments and praise.

I think he’d really hope you want to edge him. Make him really give you a birthday gift before he can cum himself. He’d beg, oh he’s really going to beg. But he’ll be good for you and wait.

He will want to make sure you are completely satisfied before ending the night. Making sure that he made you cum enough times, did enough for you to satiate your needs.

Parker B-day Sex

For birthday sex, Parker is going all out. There’s candles for ambience, rose petals on the bed, and he’s on top of the bed as well. Before you went to the bedroom he made sure to prepare himself for your entrance. He’s fully naked, with only a pillow covering his groin area. The man is giving you the hungriest gaze you’ve ever seen.

If you’re submissive, that man is pouncing on you as soon as you take in the sight of him. Staking his claim by attacking the sweet spots on your neck with his teeth and tongue. Clothes are gone as soon as possible, and his mouth is all over you. He’s lavishing you with praise, but he’s definitely being a huge tease. Edging you as he coos out how much he desires you. Bringing you so close to the brink, then ripping it away over and over. When he finally lets you cum, he’s not stopping. You will be finishing multiple times and he will see to it. Gotta give you a really good gift, right?

When he fucks you, his goal is to leave you dumb and boneless. He wants you screaming when you cum around him.

If you’re more dominant, he’s on his knees immediately. Practically begging for you to do as you please with him. He will accept literally anything you want, the man is kind of insane for you. When you let him, his hands are all over you. Telling you how badly he needs you, how badly he wishes to please you. Even if you let him cum, he will be edging himself. Feeling as if he doesn’t deserve to cum until you’re fully satisfied. Eventually he’ll be begging to be fucked or to fuck you.

He’s insatiable, making the most pathetic whines and moans you’ve ever heard. Constantly thanking you for doing as you wish to him, hoping he’s been good enough for you.

Diceplay B-day Sex

Before joining the men in the bedroom, Parker somehow convinces Chance to get wrapped up in ribbons. Making them the final gifts you need to unwrap. Seeing them with only bright red ribbon on definitely short circuits your brain. Should you laugh because of how cheesy it is, or fall to your knees? Cause fuck, they look hot.

If you’re submissive, good luck. You are not leaving the bedroom unscathed. Parker will tease and tease, and Chance will provide. Leaving you sandwiched between the sexiest hell and heaven you could imagine. The two are going to be forcing you to cum over and over. They need to make sure you’re satisfied. It is your birthday afterall. You will be an overstimulated mess by the time it’s over, and even then, it’s not over. Chance will have his face buried between your legs while Parker fondles every part of your body he can grab. If you even think about whining they’ll tease you, cooing about how you don’t appreciate your final birthday gift.

The two are fucking you in your favorite positions. They’ll take turns, then take you together. For supposedly needing to unwrap them, you find yourself wrapped up with them more and more. As they fuck you, they’re praising you. Talking about how well you take them, how they know you can handle so much more.

If you’re dominant, they are at your beck and call. Hanging on every word out of your mouth, hoping to have a chance at making you feel amazing. Parker would love it if you were a little mean, making him sit on the sidelines and watch as you go at it with only Chance. Allowing Chance to lavish you with attention, leaving Parker desperate to have you. Eventually you’d let him, after you have your fun with Chance. The man is practically panting to please you, specifically to have his face between your thighs to give you the most deliciously sloppy head. When he dives in, he’s fully going on. Wanting you to cum for him as much as possible. Afterwards, you’ll fuck Chance or let him fuck you.

Parker is allowed back in, but he isn’t able to touch you just yet. Now, it’s your turn to watch your gifts go at it for a little. Making Parker please Chance so the other man becomes an overstimulated mess.

When you have your fill, is when Parker gets his turn with you. You’ll let him have his wish of pleasing you. Making him make you cum multiple times. It’s a back and forth between the two of them till the end of the night when you let both of them have you at once. They’re making sure they thank you for the opportunity, showering you with praise and adoration till all of you are physically exhausted.

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a99jazzybean · 5 days ago

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I LOVED your Chance alcohol headcanons, and I was wondering if you could do one for Keith or Dorian? I’m writing something where the two of them get a drink together, and I just don’t know which types of alcohol they would like. I have a couple of ideas, but I would love to see other people’s thoughts <3

Oh boy, Keith... but, I will persist! Thank you for the request! These headcanons are really fun! Also, you should shoot me a message when you're done with your fic, I'd love to read it, anon!

Keith & Dorian Alcohol Headcanons

Keith

This man is the embodiment of PRETENSIOUS.

Wine, wine, and more wine. That man definitely built a huge wine cellar. He also hosts fancy dinner parties all the time, often masquerade themed. Of course, he’s serving from his reserves. Even hiring some sommeliers, then trying to appear smarter than them. Gotta impress all of the rich folks with his taste, obviously.

He’ll typically have charcuterie boards along with the wine tasting, but he is a huge poser when it comes to tasting. Sure, he knows his wine, but he’s terrible about pairing. He relies on the sommeliers he hires to do that job, then takes credit for their work.

Red Wine is his obvious go-to. Cabernet Sauvignon is what he pulls out most of the time. It can be a fairly expensive wine, and we know this man goes for good stuff. Even if it doesn’t fit his personal taste, he’s getting it because of the price tag.

One might think he’s a whiskey man, he certainly pretends to be for the “masculine image”, but the spirit he actually really likes is tequila. Now, this is something that he does know a lot about. Yet another thing he has spent quite the pretty penny on. Even making his own brand of tequila. He owns his own blue agave farm to have only the finest plants harvested for his tequila distillery. (He uses the cheap stuff too, just for a brand of tequila that isn’t associated with his name.)

For a fun little side gig, he sometimes hosts tequila tastings to demonstrate his prowess. Where with wine tasting he has little actual knowledge of, he actually knows his stuff when it comes to tequila. He knows what to pair it with, when to pair it, and how to serve it properly. Because he is very knowledgeable on the subject, Keith will be very condescending to those who know very little. Making them seem stupid or silly on the matter. (He might be trying to peddle his “Tequila Tasting Masterclasses”)

I don’t believe Keith actually gets drunk around people. I think he’ll definitely pretend to be and put on a “party persona.” For how much he claims to appreciate alcohol, he has a terrible tolerance. Just a few shots in, and he is stumbling around. We know Keith would never let himself be in that vulnerable of a position, so he’s not getting drunk in front of anyone.

I do think he is the type to get drunk by himself though. I would not be surprised if the man has “Green Goblin”-esque monologues when he’s drunk. He gives off Willem Defoe’s Norman Osborn vibes to me. He also definitely makes poor decisions when drunk. He’s attempting to make booty calls. Luckily he’s a bit more eloquent than a “you up?” text, but not by much. He also will make poor financial decisions, waking up the next day with a terrible hangover and a variety of packages on his doorstep.

Dorian

It’s whiskey, Dorian absolutely loves whiskey. He’s the kind of guy that has a liquor cabinet full of various whiskeys. I think with his job, he’d find having a whiskey in a chilled glass to be a perfect way to end his day (or start it since he’d be off around 2 am, blah, blah, semantics…)

Dorian obviously has an appreciation for Britain, but he knows his alcohol. Irish whiskey is where it’s at. I feel like one of the other objects would eventually introduce him to Japanese whiskey, and he’d really like that as well. However, Irish whiskey would still be his favorite.

While Dorian would definitely prefer the more expensive brands of whiskey, I think he’d occasionally enjoy something cheaper. He’d never have it straight, but will gladly have a Jack and Coke if he’s out socializing.

I think Dorian might even become interested in distilling himself. Making alcohol is a process that requires care and patience, which is totally Dorian’s style. Once he gets the hang of it, he makes some pretty good product. Good enough that I think some objects would try to convince him to compete in local contests and he would do really well. Dorian doesn’t like drinking his own whiskey. He’ll have a glass once he’s completed a batch, but afterwards he’ll gift it to someone.

Since he is a bouncer, I think Dorian would grow an appreciation for mixology. He seems like the kind of person to admire people that are good at their craft. I don’t think he would necessarily enjoy doing it himself, but he enjoys mixed drinks. Doesn’t matter if it's bitter or sweet, he’s trying it.

Outside of hard liquor, I think Dorian is a beer drinker. He loves something that is pretty hoppy or a good stout. I think his go to would be local IPAs, again, admiration for the craft.

He’s really not a wine guy. He’ll have a glass at a fancy dinner, but he’s not going out of his way to have wine. I think it’s whole “simple” persona, he feels that wine is too fancy for him.

Now, Dorian might like certain drinks, but he never gets drunk. He already knows how much of a hassle drunk people are because of his work, he does not want to make himself a problem. If he’s out drinking, he stops with one drink.

At home, he’ll let loose a bit more. He’ll allow himself to get tipsy. Nothing that will lead him to make a bad decision, just something that keeps a nice buzz going on in his head.

That being said, if he ever were to get drunk, he’s getting very red. He’s also clingy. We know that once he lets his guard down, he’s really a softy inside. That aspect of his personality really shines through when he’s inebriated.

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a99jazzybean · 6 days ago

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Omegaverse brainrot still has a grip on me…

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a99jazzybean · 7 days ago

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OK SO idk if ur the type to make hcs or fluff but PLEASE maybe some more dad! Chance or dad Parker!!!! OR OR hear me out... Tabletopreader parenting (I need myself some domestic chance/Parker)

I love doing parent headcanons so much! Thank you for the request!

Chance/Parker/Diceplay Parenting Headcanons

Chance

As I’ve written in my previous fic, I wholeheartedly believe that Chance is a Girl Dad™.

He just gives off those vibes so bad. Don’t get me wrong, he would love a son just as equally.

He would be so so good with kids.

Before becoming a father, he is doing so much research. I think he’d definitely be a bit paranoid that he wouldn’t be good enough, so he’d overcompensate by diving into learning everything he could about parenthood. I believe his job as a psychologist is mostly with adults, so he’s turning to his pediatric colleagues for advice. They would see his clear enthusiasm as a sign that he’s going to make a great parent, but that obviously would not be enough for Chance. The man is coming home with research papers on the latest parenting techniques.

As soon as the kid is in his arms though, all of that information flies out of his mind. Parenting comes naturally to him, he had nothing to worry about. He’s one of those people whose love for their kid arrives immediately. Like he had found a missing piece that he’s been searching for. Whether they’re biologically his or not doesn’t matter, he’s accepting the position of father.

Naming wise, I see a lot of people headcanon that Chance goes for unique fantasy-esque names, but I think he’d know better than that. Would he love to name his daughter Eowyn? Absolutely. Does he also know that realistically could have his kid bullied? Yes. I think he’d work with you to find unique names that won’t end up with your kid becoming their school pariah.

Chance is a sucker for his kids, but he doesn’t always bend to their will. He knows when discipline is necessary. He’s never harsh with punishment though, with his job he’s an expert with gentle parenting techniques. Those kids are very well behaved, and have phenomenal emotional regulation skills. That being said, if his kid is really wanting to grab ice cream on the way home… What? He couldn’t say no to those puppy dog eyes. It doesn’t help that the kids 100% learned that trick from him. Watching their other parent fold as soon as Chance pulls that sweet look on his face, yeah they’re using that one for themselves.

“What have we created?” Chance asks as you have once again allowed your kids to have their way.

“We created?” You question. “Oh no, you do not get to pin that on me! They learned their little tricks from you, Chance.”

As an avid fantasy lover, Chance is definitely sharing that passion with his children. Bedtime stories are often filled with dragons and fairies from faraway lands. Eventually he tries to introduce them to tabletop gaming. I don’t know if he could necessarily convince his kids to be interested in that, but he’ll certainly try. If they are involved in tabletop RPG’s those kids are learning how to be amazing game masters. Learned it from the best, obviously.

Even if his kids aren’t into the same things as himself, Chance is going to passionately learn about their interests. He knows all too well how it feels to not be listened to, and he doesn’t want his kid to feel as if their parent isn’t involved in their life. As soon as Chance figures out what his kids like, he’s doing his research. Sure, he might not be the biggest fan of football. However, if his kid is a huge fan, he’s on the sidelines cheering on his kid at every game, he’s trying to snag season tickets to take them to every local professional/collegiate game he can. He’ll learn sports stats, listen to his kid jabber on and on about the best plays of the season, he’ll do EVERYTHING to make his kid feel heard. Hell, he might feel compelled to join his work’s fantasy league. What’s important to Chance is passion, and he wants to make sure that flame stays lit.

Outside of interests, Chance is just a caring father in general. Always checking in, making sure things are alright in his kid’s lives. At the first sign of something going wrong, he’s swooping in. Now, there are times where he tends to be a bit too “clinical”, but it’s something his kids pick up fairly quickly. When he recognizes it, Chance knows when to pull back and just listen to them. Whenever his kids open up to him, Chance always makes sure to thank them for sharing with him. He never wants them to feel like they have something to hide.

Since the kids are pretty well-adjusted, there’s a bit of a disparity between themselves and their peers. They’ll hear about friends rebelling, and not understand the need to do so.

“Wait, you’ve never snuck out?” One of their friends asks.

“No? I’ve never had to?” Your kid questions, confused.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I can just ask my parents. They normally let me go out if I just tell them what I’m doing.”

“Rebellious phases” are very short lived in your house. Catch your kid drinking? You and Chance are able to sit them down and have a good heart-to-heart on why it was wrong of them. When you live in a house with reliable parents, there’s not much your kid feels like they have to hide.

This open-door policy makes it so your home is the go-to hangout spot for your kids and their friends. You and Chance become pseudo-second parents for a lot of your kids’ friends. The grocery bill grows slightly larger when you find over five people at your dinner table on a semi-regular basis. Knowing how big Chance’s heart is, he couldn’t turn them away. Thankfully he has a well-paying job.

You and Chance’s relationship grows even closer after you have kids. He is always checking in with you. Wanting to be the best parent he can possibly be, he’s constantly asking about areas of improvement. You tell him he’s doing wonderfully, but he does want valid criticism if you have any. He’ll regale the latest tales from his parenting adventures, and wants to hear yours. When he’s in a rut, he always turns to you for the next steps, and hopes that you come to him as well. Seeing you interact with your children makes his heart soar, and might make him want to have more with you.

Overall, Chance is just an extremely caring father. Always doing his best to make sure his kids are okay. He’ll do everything in his power to keep his family healthy and happy.

Parker

Parker is Boy Dad™ to me. Again, it’s the vibes. I don’t really know how to explain it, that’s just how it is. However, I think he’d just be into being a father in general.

At first, I think Parker would be a bit concerned about being a parent. Sure, the excitement is 100% there, but he’s nervous as hell. He knows he can come off as a “bit too much”, and is afraid that will translate into how he parents. While he’s waiting to officially become a parent the man is jumping back and forth between extreme excitement and nerves. Having you there to soothe him certainly helps though. He’ll definitely need the reassurance.

Once the kid is here, I don’t think the nerves fully go away. He’s definitely a bit more self-assured, but will still need your comforting words in his ear.

He will need help with child-rearing, as he has no clue how things are supposed to go. Once he knows what needs to be done though, he’s an absolute ace at taking care of the kids. As if it’s a sixth sense, he knows exactly what each coo and cry means. It’s extremely impressive how fast he picks up on your kid’s needs. The sixth sense goes past the baby-phase too. When your kid can’t tell you what’s wrong, Parker has got it all figured out. Yeah, the tantrum had nothing to do about not getting a toy. They’re just tired and need an earlier afternoon nap.

Obviously Parker is all about play-time. Whether it be board games or those of imagination, Parker loves to play with the kids. Don’t be surprised to find him at a tea party surrounded by stuffed animals actively participating. Pinky-up and all.

“Misses Butterscotch, your petunias are looking absolutely divine, you must tell me your secret.” Parker says, taking a fake sip of tea from a bright pink teacup.

“I use butterfly poop!” Your daughter says in a poor British accent, shuffling around a bright yellow teddy bear.

“Butterfly poop! Marvelous! I should’ve known!” Parker places his hand on his chest, letting out a guffaw.

When it comes to board games, Parker is a beast. He will not forfeit a game. Even if your kid is just barely old enough to play, they’re learning about handling crushing defeat. Parker will not budge on this stance. Your kid is going to learn how to win fair-and-square, he will never give up just to appease their spirits. It feels almost like cheating to just let them win.

When his kids finally do beat him at a board game, the man is beaming with pride. Almost crying, really. He uses the moment to encourage them to keep trying. While he can come off as a bit of a sore-loser at times, he’ll still accept defeat.

Since Parker’s job is umpiring, he’s obviously going to encourage his kid to join sports. Specifically baseball, but he’s excited for any athletic activity his kid participates in. From gymnastics to clay pigeon shooting, he’s just excited for them to be a part of something with rules that they enjoy. He’ll be the most enthusiastic sports spectator at their events. Cheering from the sidelines at whatever type of event it is. If the kid is on a team, he’s donning their colors.

When your kids are younger, he’s definitely coaching their sporting teams. Though, he’s not giving your kid any special treatment. They’re gonna have to play just as hard as the other members on the team. He’s also making sure they practice a lot. While he cares about the enjoyment of the game, he also wants them to win.

Parker is not a very good disciplinarian. Oftentimes, that job is going to be left up to you. However, when you explain how that reflects poorly on your parenting skills, Parker is willing to compromise. Neither of you are harsh on your children, and he recognizes that kids do need proper structure in their lives. While he doesn’t like doing it, he will put the kids in their place when necessary.

He’s not the kind of father that hands out bits of wisdom, but he’s always willing to lend an ear when his kid needs it. When he feels that he can’t handle something on his own, he’ll bring you into the fold. Together you are a dream team. Parker will listen, retell what he’s learned, and you work to find a solution together. Something that definitely eases Parker’s worries when it comes to parenting. Knowing that he has you by his side fills him with tons of confidence, making him feel like he can handle anything.

Obviously, Parker is such a fun dad. He tells absolutely terrible jokes, but will make sure his kids are happy. Seeing his kid’s smile and laugh is one of his favorite things. The first time he’s able to make them giggle, oh, his poor heart. That man is going to cry at the sight.

He might not have the most tact, but he will do his damndest to cheer up his kids when they are down. Does he understand high school relationship drama? Not really. Will he tell the worst knock-knock joke to see his sobbing kid let out even the slightest chuckle? Absolutely.

“I can’t believe Jessica would do that to me!” Your daughter sobs out, curled into herself. “She knew how much I liked Jake, and she still went out with him!”

“Sounds like this Jessica’s a bit of a jerk.” Parker felt himself sweating, he had stepped into a minefield that he had zero knowledge on. “Wanna hear a joke?”

“Ugh, dad. This isn’t the time…” She grumbled with a sniffle.

“Well, did you hear about the idiot going up to people’s houses?” He gave his daughter a bright smile.

“No?”

“Knock-knock?” Parker continued.

“Who’s there?” She eyed her dad suspiciously.

“Jessica!” He waved jazz-hands in the air.

“Oh my god. You’re terrible.” She said, despite letting out a chuckle. “Jessica’s still my best friend.”

“Even though she’s kind of an idiot?” Parker teased, nudging her shoulder.

“Yes, even though she’s kind of an idiot.” His daughter couldn’t help her small smile.

Parenting with Parker can make your relationship rocky at times. He’s certainly unconventional, which can be stressful. However, making it a point to constantly communicate will bring you closer than ever. Seeing how much he clearly cares for your children certainly helps. Even if either of you messes up, you know that together you’ll find a way to fix it. That’s the important thing, working together.

Overall Parker is a fun dad to the extreme. While he will learn when to take things seriously, he’s going to do what he loves. Which is having fun! Raising a family with him will be quite the entertaining spectacle. His parenting style will certainly keep some people on their toes, but since he won’t be alone, he’ll do just fine.

Diceplay

Chance and Parker make wonderful fathers individually, I think having them both be parents together would definitely help them balance each other out.

The two would learn a lot from each other. Parker would help Chance become less high-strung and more free as a parent. Making Chance accept that your kids are going to get bruised and banged up occasionally, and that’s okay. Chance would give more structure to Parker, making sure he understands the importance of keeping things at home in order to benefit your kids' development. Where one struggles, the other picks up the slack so your kids are never without. Then they have you, of course. Filling out their little family wonderfully.

Having Chance would give Parker more opportunities to be a fun parent. I picture them as the perfect outing duo. Parker is the activity planner, and Chance is the planner. Going to the beach? Parker knows the perfect spot to set up camp, the best ice cream joint on the boardwalk, and has the squirtguns ready to go. Chance makes sure you’ve got your sunscreen and aloe vera, knows when the UV index is going to be the highest, and has plenty of healthy snacks packed for your day trip.

“Oh the Double Scoop has those Xtreme Moose Tracks, we’re definitely stopping there!” Parker exclaims, as he shoves a bag full of beach toys in the trunk of your SUV.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds nice.” Chance is looking at his phone. “We should probably go around one then, get us out of the sun for a bit.”

You’re smirking and shaking your head as you listen to your husbands plan out your day without even realizing it.

“What’s funny?” Your kid asks as you buckle them into their car seat.

“Oh nothing, sweetheart. Your dads just being your dads.”

Parker would still make sure that your kids are disciplined, but it would be a major burden off his shoulders to have you and Chance cover most of the emotional labor. Parker would never be one to turn away his kids when they need an ear, but he would have more of an unconventional approach to handling emotional turmoil than you and Chance.

On the other side, Chance would be grateful to have Parker around to be your kids’ playmate. He’s got a pretty stressful job, sometimes he needs time away from people. Parker will gladly take up the role to play with your kids. Or when they’re older, being the one to spend time if they’re needing company with a parent.

Again, both of them will do these tasks. It’s just nice to have someone that has a bit of a more niche expertise in these areas to handle things when life is a bit overwhelming.

The two would absolutely go wild for your kids’ passions. Every band concert, sporting event, and school play they are attending. Depending on what the interest is in would depend on which of them is taking a more active role. Both of them will participate, but sometimes it can be better to have similar interests with your parent.

For some reason, Chance and Parker give me the vibes of people who grew up in the Chicago suburbs. (I have a few friends from the area and they’re super alike to the two, so that’s probably where it comes from.) Because of this, I think that both of them are actually huge baseball fans. Chance morseo because it’s always been a family tradition, Parker just loves the sport itself. If their kid joined a little league, they would be absolutely overjoyed. Even if your kid isn’t playing the sport, a regular summertime family outing is going to see an evening baseball game. Parker of course has all of you donned in your team’s merchandise.

When it comes to education, I think Chance is very much into making sure your kids are well educated. Parker gives the vibes that he’s the kind of person that would’ve struggled in school, but he would understand its importance. I think the two would help each other out in this area. Both of them encourage your child in different ways. Chance would be the one to go to for help with schoolwork, and Parker would make sure your kid isn’t pushing themselves too hard. Both of them perfectly demonstrate the importance of healthy balance. All work and no play, you know?

Game nights are wild at your house. Chance and Parker follow the same ideology of not letting your kids win for the sake of winning. However, Chance will purposely choose easier games at times to make sure your kids have a shot at winning. Sometimes Parker and Chance will get into disagreements on rules. Chance is the more relaxed one when it comes to games, whereas Parker is all about sticking to the book. It can make playing games a bit tense, but in the end, they realize the point is to have fun. Though, Parker will not let cheating slide. Ever.

Parenting with Chance and Parker is both chaotic and a breeze. Even if things feel overwhelming, you know that together you’ll find a way to manage. Having three parents is quite beneficial at times. Feeling like you're in a race, you are able to help each other out by taking over needs that one person might struggle to handle. At the end of the night, you all decompress together in bed. Chatting about life and the kids. Making sure everything is handled, including your own emotional wellbeing.

Both Parker and Chance love your kids deeply, and would give up the world for them. It’s nice to have parents that will balance each other out. Having the two of them shows your kids the importance of both hard work and fun.

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a99jazzybean · 8 days ago

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omg hi I love your date everything fics sm so uhh I have a small request!! ^^

Could you do an Eddie & Volt x f!reader (or gender neutral) where the reader LOVES going on their electric guitar (or bass cause technically it takes up more watts of electricity 🤓☝️ k sorry)

Maybe a bit of fluff and reassurance after the whole situation in their route 👀?

I just wanna read a fic of what they think of the MC as a sick lil musician in their free time lol 🥹

As a guitar player, I had to go for electric guitar for this one. (Sorry bassists.) Thank you for the request!

Shredding the Night Away

synop: After returning home from your parents, you head to the Breaker Box to break out your dad's old electric guitar. The boys confront you about your lack of self-care, and Eddie decides to teach you a lesson. Making you share your talents with the rest of the house. However, through your music, you discover a new connection.

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includes: eddiexvoltxf!reader, female reader, angst, fluff, playing guitar, live musical performance

a/n: This was a really cute idea. I love it so much! Also, it's a bit of a love letter to my own dad. He's played guitar for over 40 years and is giving me his 1983 Fender Stratocaster eventually, so shoutout to him for instilling a love of music.

Returning home, you lugged a guitar case up your front porch steps. As you entered the house, you called out.

“I’m home!”

On the counter by the door, you spotted your Dateviators. Plucking them up, you placed them onto your nose. Immediately, various items’ personifications appeared in your vision.

“Welcome back! How was your time with your parents?” Skylar asked, eyeing the guitar case that was in your hand.

“It was pretty good. Dad sent me home with this bad boy.” You patted the case, then proceeded to head upstairs.

There was a certain bar that you knew had all the hookups needed to rock the night away. Entering the breaker box, you were met with the familiar scent of liquor, old wood, and electrifying air. From behind the bar, you spotted one of your favorite objects perking up at your entrance.

“Live wire, you’ve been gone for a bit. Thought you wouldn’t come back.” Eddie teased, though you could sense a bit of truth behind his faux concern.

“Did I hear that our live wire has returned?” The unmistakable British accent that is Volt spoke out as he walked into the bar from backstage. His stark blue eyes landed on your form as you shot him a small wave. “It appears she has! Welcome home.” Bounding over to you, he scooped you into a hug.

Dropping the guitar case with a soft thud, you looped your arms around Volt. Giving the man a good squeeze, he let out a chuckle.

“We’ve missed you.” Volt lovingly stroked your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips.

“It was three days, Volt. I highly doubt you missed me that much.”

“Hmm, I don’t think you should doubt us at all.” He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, leaving the remnant feeling of sparks behind.

“I never have.” You gave him a serious look, one that had him nodding.

You should’ve known the Breaker Box boys would be a bit antsy after your recent events. Resetting the power without knowing whether Volt would survive the experience was quite the emotional rollercoaster. Leaving them so soon wasn’t ideal, but you had made plans to visit your family for quite some time now. Thankfully, you did your best to ensure that you were going to return. No one in your home was going to be abandoned.

Much to the boys’ relief, you had kept your promise to them. Something they were ever grateful for. Even though it was for only a few short days, they were concerned about your wellbeing.

“We’re glad you’re back, spark.” Eddie said, coming out from behind the bar.

Walking up to you, he offered his own open arms. A welcoming change from the typically aloof man. Taking the offer, you swooped away from Volt. Rushing into his arms, you wrapped around Eddie. He was hit by your body with an “oomph”, chuckling at your enthusiasm.

“Good to see you missed us too.” He gave you a smirk.

“I did miss you guys. Honestly, I did not want to leave.” Pulling away, you looked down at your guitar case. “But, I had made a promise to my dad. And you know how I am about promises.” You eyed the two pointedly.

“Oh we know, live wire.” Volt ruffled your hair lovingly.

“Got a new instrument?” Eddie crossed his arms, looking at the guitar case.

“New is relative.” You moved to bend down, unclasping the latches on the side of the case.

Opening the lid, you revealed a white Fender Stratocaster with black accents. Pulling it out, you waved your hand over it with pride.

“1983 Fender Stratocaster. It was my dad’s, he wanted me to have it.”

“Wow, that’s in fantastic condition. May I?” Eddie held his hands out.

“Sure!” Gently, you placed it in his hands.

Holding it tenderly, he looked over the instrument. Eyeing each piece as if studying its history.

“Your dad play it often?” He asked, eyeing you over the neck.

“Nah. He did the first few years he had it, but he prefers acoustic.”

“I thought you did too.” Volt joined back in, recalling how often you played your acoustic during the bar’s off-hours.

“It depends. I also never had an electric before.” You took the guitar back from Eddie, wrapping the strap over your shoulders. “My dad let me play on it all the time when I lived at home, so he wanted to give it to me.”

“Are you wishing to play it now?” Volt asked, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“What gave me away?” You teased.

“I don’t know…” Volt tapped on his chin. “Perhaps it was you waltzing in like you own the place with a bulky guitar case?”

“That obvious, huh?” You giggled.

“Only a little, live wire.”

“Let’s get you set up.” Eddie motioned for you to follow him to the stage.

Together you lugged out some amps and XLR cables. Hooking up everything to the bar’s power, you started the amps up. They buzzed to life, electronic noise humming through the speakers. Pulling up a bench, you began to tune up the guitar. Luckily, you and your father had just restringed it before he sent you off. The instrument sounded crisp as you plucked away at each string. When you felt it was up to snuff, you played some random chords.

In front of the stage, Volt and Eddie stood watching you. They hadn’t told you, but watching you like this was one of their favorite activities. Seeing you completely in your element felt, well, electric.

Chewing on your tongue, you contemplated on what to play. Then, it hit you. Banging out on the guitar the opening notes of Chevelle’s “Send the Pain Below”. Eddie and Volt felt their heads bobbing to the beat as you played. Eyes shut tight, you played. Remembering how the music felt when you had first played the song, your fingers moved over the neck of the guitar.

It was a comforting feeling. One you recalled when you had first heard the song. Teen angst fueling your hard rock obsession. Making you fall in love with music theory and lyricism.

As you played, you leaned into the mic that Eddie had also set up. Crooning Pete Loeffler’s lyrics as Eddie and Volt continued to watch. Practically swooning at the sound of your voice. God, they could listen to you for hours.

Having you play electric now, made them feel even closer to you. Each strum and pluck of your fingers, reverberating through them. In order to make your sound, you needed them. The thought had their hearts swelling. It was another small, yet amazing way to have them a part of your life. Even if you didn’t fully realize the impact you were having, they gladly accepted this newfound revelation.

As if knowing what they were thinking, you opened your eyes. Your own heart jolted as you spotted the adoration in their gaze while they watched you. Smiling softly, you continued on. Feeling their energy flow through you as your own moved through them.

When you had reached the end of the song, you played the final chords with a bit of flare. Lifting your hand in the air for a little pizazz, you waited till the last chord rang out in its entirety.

Looking over your small audience, you gave them a bright smile. Applauding you with loud claps was Volt. A wide smile of his own on his face, eyes sparkling with adoration. Beside him, Eddie clapped politely. An amused grin on his lips.

You gave the two a little bow, then sat your guitar down. Walking down, Volt walked up to meet you at the bottom of the stage. He continued clapping all the way up to meet you.

“Bravo! Bravo! A true artist has graced our stage once more.” Volt offered a hug to you.

You took it, wrapping yourself in his warm embrace. Buzzing energy was still flowing through him, making you shiver.

“You ever consider actually performing here?” Eddie followed up behind Volt.

“I’ve told you guys how I feel.” You pulled away from Volt, rubbing your arm sheepishly. “There’s no way I could actually take the stage. Only private performances for my breaker box.”

“It’s an honor.” Volt said.

“You’d give Johnny Splash a run for his money.” Eddie added, trying to convince you once more.

“After I spent all that time convincing him to perform live? Nah, I’d never do anything to hurt the guy like that.”

“You care too much.” Eddie scoffed, but was smirking at you.

“If I didn’t you’d still be breaking your back trying to keep this place together.” You said pointedly, crossing your arms with a raised brow. “And you would also be breaking your back trying to protect Eddie from himself.” You turned to Volt, to stop him from trying to speak back.

“Fair point, live wire.” Volt sauntered up to you. “But who’s looking out for you?” This time the question was pointed in a direction you would prefer to avoid.

“I look after myself plenty.”

“Bullshit.” Eddie coughed into his elbow with a coy smirk.

“I do!” You argued.

Based on how the two men were looking at you, your attempts to defend yourself would be fruitless. Grumbling, you turned away from them.

“All I need is my time to escape for a bit.” You looked over your shoulder at them. “Which you grant me.”

“Is that really all you need?” Volt asked softly, reaching out for you.

Shrugging your shoulders, you leaned your head side to side.

“I think so, maybe.”

“Only maybe?” Eddie followed Volt’s actions.

“Don’t you two go teaming up on me.” You said, narrowing your eyes.

The last thing you wanted was your hypocrisy thrown in your face. Helping others, that was wonderful for you. Even if it was at your own expense. Sadly, the two men before you knew exactly what those actions would entail. Which meant you knew just as well as them. Instead of confronting that truth, you preferred your various forms of escapism.

“Maybe us teaming up on you is what you need.” Eddie said.

“That sounds a bit suggestive.” You tried to deflect with a joke.

“Ha. Nice try, live wire. I’m not that easy to throw off.” Eddie scoffed at your attempt.

“Damn. Worth a shot?”

“Look, we just want to make sure you’re safe too.” Eddie’s gaze softened as he looked at you.

“We meant it, you’ll always have a place here.” Volt added. “Which means that we’ll take care of you just as much as you have taken care of us.”

“You guys make it sound so easy.” You looked down.

“We know it’s not.” Eddie said.

“But we know that you worked so hard to help us.” Volt finished. “The least we can do is help you. Isn’t that right, Eddie?” Volt caressed your cheek softly.

Eddie joined beside him, cupping your other cheek. The tender action from the two of them had you flushing bright red.

“Guys…” You tried brushing them off, but they wouldn’t let you.

“Nuhuh, spark. You’re not getting out of this one easily.” Eddie said with a chuckle. “Specially not when you did your damndest to push yourself into my life.”

“Feels like you're going at this tit for tat.” You muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness.

“I believe in equality. That’s all.” He shrugged.

“So I push then you push?” You questioned.

“If that’s what it takes.” Eddie crossed his arms, giving you a challenging stare. “Maybe I haven’t pushed hard enough.” He leaned toward you.

“Now, now.” Volt raised his hands, feeling a sudden tension rising.

Dammit, why did you and Eddie tend to run so hot?

“What makes you say that, Eddie?” You questioned.

“The fact that you are getting so defensive over letting us help.” His gaze was growing dark.

“I’m not getting defensive. I’m… playfully arguing.”

“Pfft. Playful, sure.”

“I am!” You spat back.

“That didn’t sound very playful.”

“Eddie…” Volt warned.

“No, Volt.” Eddie glowered at his partner. “We’ve talked about this. We’re not letting it slide this time.”

“Eddie…” Volt shook his head.

Eddie turned back to you.

“You’re playing live. Tonight.” He said it bluntly, offering no moment for negotiation.

“W-what? I told you I wasn’t.”

“And I’m telling you you will.”

“Why?!” You exclaimed, feeling a nervous sheen of sweat form on your forehead.

“Because, you need a push.”

For some reason, you didn’t argue back. Which was the reason why you were now standing backstage shivering with pre-show jitters. This was “for your own good.” That’s how Eddie put it. He knew that you had purposely been holding yourself back from putting yourself “out there”, so to speak. You push, he’ll push. That’s what you said. Now, he was pushing you onstage. Not physically, but you could feel their presence. Energy pulsing through the venue, making sure you did what they wished. In the end, you knew it was for your own benefit. However, it still made you feel sick.

A pit was growing in your belly as you heard the crowd behind the curtain grow louder. Volt, ever the charmer, made sure to advertise your debut at their club. They knew your name had quite the pull, considering everything you had done for the household. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that a large crowd would show up.

Taking in a shaky breath, you gripped the neck of your guitar tightly. Looking down on it, you felt a sudden warmth in your chest. This was your domain, you could do this. Snapping you out of your thoughts was Volt’s booming voice.

“Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and gentlethems! Boy do we have the performance for you tonight! Quite the treat, if I do say so myself. Our very own homeowner, taking the Breaker Box stage for the first time ever!” A loud cheer erupted from the crowd, sending energy buzzing through you. “Now, please do me the honor of welcoming them to the stage!” From the wings, you watched Volt motion for you to come onstage.

As you entered, he exited. Harsh lights blocked your view of the crowd, a somewhat calming sight. Being unable to see their faces had you feeling a bit more confident. There was no chance you would be able to see their disappointment.

Nodding, you made your way to center stage. Your guitar was all tuned up, all that was left was to play. This time, you decided to go for a classic. A way to honor your father and his guitar.

The first notes of “Enter Sandman” rang out into bar, hushing the crowd. As you played, you could feel all of their eyes on you. You wouldn’t let it get to you, just allow yourself to play. To keep pushing forward.

Moving your mouth to the mic, your voice rang out. Rasping out Metallica’s lyrics as your guitar screamed alongside you. Then you felt it, that buzzing energy you had recalled from earlier.

A realization hit you, making you smirk and shake your head. Of course they had recognized it too. The way that the electric guitar had worked. Making the three of you connect together through your music.

The men that were making you perform were sending you a message.

You are not doing this alone.

Looking out over the faceless crowd, you tried to find them. Though you couldn’t see, you knew they were there. Likely smiling smugly as you sang and played your heart out.

Originally, you thought that Eddie had decided to throw you to the wolves to prove a point. Now, you had recognized the point of all this. Keeping your eyes open, you gazed upon the crowd. A newfound confidence burning through you as you screamed out.

Listening, you could hear the crowd sing along with you. It had you bounding across the stage, shredding on your guitar. With the guitar solo, you heard the crowd scream and cheer at your playing.

With the final notes, you let out a long breath. Sweat droplets had formed at your brow from the hot stage lights.

When you were done, your eyes had managed to make out the faces in the crowd. All of them cheering and applauding. Calling for an encore, desperate to hear more.

After taking a bow, you waved and exited the stage. Leaning against the wall, you let out a breath. You did it! You had actually done it!

“Live wire! What. A. Show!” Volt had entered backstage, rushing up to you.

The man embraced you, lifting you up slightly and spinning you around.

“Wow.” You let out a breath. “I mean, wow.” You gave him a bright smile.

“How you feelin’, spark?” Eddie had joined alongside Volt.

“Amazing! I’ve never felt so…”

“Energized?” Eddie finished for you.

“Yeah. Energized.” You gave him a knowing look, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest.

This connection, this shared energy. You decided to keep accepting it.

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Late Bloomer

synop: After an impromptu doctor's appointment, your roommate Jerry discovered he's finally presented as an alpha. There's just one problem, you are an omega. Taking it upon yourself, you help teach Jerry the alpha ways, eventually hoping more will come out of it. What happens when his first rut finally hits?

words: 9.8K

includes: jerryxgn!reader, afab!reader, alpha!jerry, omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, omegaverse, smut, knotting, creampie, squirting, first time, loss of virginity

a/n: You wanted alpha!Jerry, you get alpha!Jerry. Enjoy!

This is smutty! No minors!

“Congratulations! Looks like you’re officially presenting as an alpha!”

“A-an alpha!” Jerry’s eyes shot open wide.

Nonononononono! This cannot be happening!

“Are you sure?” His voice cracked as he looked at the doctor with concern.

“Yeup! You’ve got the start of a knot and your bloodwork came back showing your secondary sex. You are an alpha, m’boy!” The doctor was very jovial. Which was to be expected considering he’d been working with Jerry for over a decade. The man had pretty much been waiting for this day.

Jerry was a rare case. A “late bloomer” as many would say. A man whose secondary sex did not present itself during or after puberty. Now at the age of 27 he had suddenly presented. And he was an alpha. Something that was somewhat of a predicament at this point. Especially considering he had you waiting at your shared apartment. You, the omega.

“Is everything alright, Jerry?” His doctor had noticed the man’s growing anxiety.

“Uh, um…” His voice was high pitched. “No, no things are very much not alright!”

“But you’re finally developing?”

“Which is a BIG problem for my living situation! My roommate is an omega!”

“Oh, I see…” The doctor tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, you aren’t fully developed yet. From the physical exams, I’d say you’re about three months out before you can have your first rut.” He paused, giving Jerry a stern look over his glasses. “And before you ask, no. I cannot give you rut suppressants. You need to have gone through at least five ruts before starting them. Too many bad side-effects otherwise.”

“Seriously?” Jerry twiddled his thumbs feeling his anxiety spike even more.

All he could think about is how you would handle this revelation. The main reason you accepted to be his roommate was because he didn’t have a secondary sex. You wouldn’t be in competition with him, nor would you be worried about him coming after you. Jerry was… safe. That’s how you put it. For some reason, that made him proud. As if he finally had a reason for not presenting.

Now, all of that was ruined. A cruel twist of fate that spat in his face after he had FINALLY found a friend.

In the past, he would’ve loved to have this revelation. Now? Now he wanted things to stay the same. There was no way you would feel safe with him now.

“So I have at least three months before I fully present?” Jerry asked.

“Approximately. Could be a bit over or under, we can’t determine an exact date.”

“Three months…” Jerry mumbled to himself.

“I would highly recommend you talk to your omega roommate before that first rut hits. For you late bloomers, I’ve heard it’s a bit of a doozie.”

“R-right.” Jerry let out a shaken breath.

There was no way he could talk to you about this. Already he was picturing the heartbreak on your face once he revealed the information. Ripping away the safety that you held onto so dearly. He couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t do that to himself.

“Here,” the doctor waddled over to a shelf filled with pamphlets and plucked one out. “This could help with your talk.” He handed it to Jerry, who grabbed it with a shaky hand.

So your Child is an Alpha: Next steps for Parents

On the cover was a young boy sitting at a table with his parents. Flitting through the pamphlet, Jerry read what he expected. First ruts, explaining knotting, mating safety, pheromones don’t equal consent, etc.

“Is there anything for my specific situation?” He looked at the doctor with sad eyes.

“I’m afraid not. You’re a very rare case, Jerry.”

“Y-yeah. Well, thanks, Doc.”

“Oh! Before you go I’ll get a scent blocker prescription written up for you. They shouldn’t cause you any harm, so you should be able to use them right away.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Jerry said, dejectedly.

When the doctor left the room, Jerry slumped over and groaned. Holding his head in his hands, he tried to calm his racing mind. What the fuck was he supposed to tell you?

Before heading home, he stopped by the pharmacy. Looking around he felt his anxiety spike. The man rarely went out, now he was dealing with the doctor’s and the pharmacy in one day. Typically he had his meds delivered to him. This time, the doctor told him he should start taking them right away. Nervously, he walked up to the counter.

“Name and birthdate?” A woman in scrubs stood behind the register, eyeing him expectantly.

“Uh Jerry, Jerry Robaccia.” He added his birthday.

“Alright,” she nodded after typing in the info. “Let me go grab that for ya’”

The woman returned with his meds in a brown paper bag.

“You know how to take these?” She asked.

“Uh yes…” He didn’t sound confident, but he did not want to embarrass himself by demonstrating he hadn’t taken scent blockers till now.

“Once in the morning, once at night. Take it with a meal or you could get nauseous. It’s recommended you don’t drink till at least an hour after you take them. Any questions?”

“No, I should be good. Thanks!” He squeaked before quickly leaving the building.

As he made his way home, Jerry was jittery. There was no way he was going to be able to hide his anxious state. By now you knew the man like the back of your hand. Whenever something was wrong, you could tell. And of course, you always had to help him. He was lucky to have someone as sweet as you living with him. God, he did not want to lose that.

Standing in front of the apartment door, Jerry took a deep breath. You can do this. You HAVE to do this. You owe it to them.

Unlocking the door, he pushed in. A lovely scent came from the kitchen as he entered his shared home. Peeking your head around the corner, you spotted your roommate. A bright smile found its way to your face at the sight.

“Jerry! You’re just in time! I made your favorite!”

“It smells really good.” He thickly gulped.

“I sure hope so! I added extra garlic, just the way you like it!”

After hearing Jerry had an impromptu doctor’s appointment, you decided to treat your roomie. He always had a difficult time with doctors, much less unplanned appointments. What better way to cheer him up than making his favorite food. Spaghetti with meat sauce and cheesy garlic bread.

Knowing that you had done something so nice for him had his chest aching. So considerate for his wellbeing. Soon your cheery disposition would be tarnished by his news.

Slowly, Jerry made his way into the kitchen. Inside you bounced around. Checking the oven, stirring a pot of noodles, and shuffling ground beef in a pan. Looking over your shoulder you gave him a grin.

“How was the appointment?” You asked.

“It was… fine.” He said.

“Got meds for your cold then?” You asked, eyeing the paper bag in his hand.

That’s right. He had told you he was feeling under the weather. Teeth worrying over his lip, he wondered if he should tell you the truth.

Looking at your roommate, you saw himself warring within his own mind.

Jerry saw your brows furrow with concern.

“I didn’t actually go to the doctor for a cold…” He said ashamedly.

“Oh.” That had you even more concerned. Why would he lie? “Why did you go then?”

“Maybe we could talk about it during dinner?” He asked, hoping for some more time.

“Did something happen?” Your mind began to race. Could it be something really bad?

“Kinda. J-just give me a bit, please.” Jerry turned away, unable to look at you.

“Okay, Jerbear. I can wait.” You said softly.

Walking up to him, you wrapped your arms around his torso. Pulling him against you, you gave him a tight hug. He followed your actions, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in. Breathing in deeply, he shivered. Fuck. You smelled really good. Unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

When you pulled away, you noticed a nice scent yourself. Leaning close to him, you took a sniff. Jerry smelled really nice.

“Did you get a new cologne?” You asked.

“Uh, no I haven’t.”

“Huh, weird. You smell different.”

“Maybe it was because I was out! You know, I don’t really leave the apartment often.” He gulped nervously.

“Yeah, maybe…” You eyed him suspiciously. Shaking your head, you just decided to keep it to yourself.

“Could you set the table?” You asked him.

Nodding profusely, he let out a small sigh of relief. Glad that he was able to avoid the conversation.

Once you were finished with dinner, you served yourself and Jerry. What was supposed to be something of a comfort now had tension growing thick in the air. Worry filled you as Jerry nervously fidgeted in his seat. The man was trying to figure out what to say to you. How was he supposed to even start this conversation? Didn’t seem like it mattered though, as you cleared your throat.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” You reached for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Well, um, I…” He looked at your expectant gaze, feeling his stomach drop.

Since he couldn’t find the words, a different idea came to him. From his pocket he pulled out the pamphlet he had received from the doctor’s office. Gently, he set it on the table in front of you.

Picking it up, you gave Jerry a confused look.

“Why are you giving me a puberty brochure?”

“The doctor gave it to me. To help explain things…”

“To help ex-” Your eyes widened as you read the cover of the pamphlet. Quickly, the puzzle pieces clicked together. Slowly, you let out a small gasp. “Oh. So you’re…”

“Yeah.” He let out a huff, laying his head down on the table with a groan. “I just got the news today.”

“Did you have an idea about it?” You asked, trying to keep yourself from freaking out.

An alpha! He’s an alpha!

Lifting his hand up, he pinched his fingers in an “a little” motion.

“I wasn’t sure, so I went to the doctor. And those were the results.”

“So you’re finally presenting.” You gulped.

“I am.” He gave you a sad look. “I-I’m so sorry about this. If I had known-” You cut him off with a raised hand.

“Jerry, it’s not your fault. How were you supposed to know?” “I-I don’t know. I wish I could’ve known sooner though. Could’ve saved you a waste of time.” He sighed dejectedly.

“Waste of time?” You leaned towards him. “Jerry, what are you talking about?”

“Well, you know. You asked to live together since I was safe for you. Now, I could be dangerous.”

Your gaze softened as you looked at him. His care made your heart swell. There goes your Jerry, thinking so little of himself.

Lightly placing your hand on his head, you gave his scalp a soothing rub. Closing his eyes, a rumbling purr came from Jerry’s chest. It had him jolting up. That was new.

“S-sorry. I’ve never felt that before.” He stuttered out.

“Jerry, it’s okay.”

“It is?” He squeaked out.

“Yes, of course it is.”

“But you told me…”

“That was over three years ago. And I had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and roommate situation. My opinions on the matter were a bit clouded.”

“I think they were fairly valid judgements.” Jerry said.

“Regardless, these new changes…” You looked up, trying to find the right words to not upset your friend, “they won’t affect how I see you.”

“So you still want to live with me?” His eyes pleaded with you, making your heart swell.

“Of course, I still want to live with you. You’re my best friend. Finding out you’re an alpha isn’t going to change your personality.” You let out an amused chuckle. “If anything, your response shows me that you’re still the same Jerry.”

“That’s good to hear.” He smiled softly, feeling a rush of relief wash over him.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking…” You bit your lip. “What exactly made you think you were presenting?”

A rush of red flew to his cheeks. Letting out an awkward chuckle, he shook his head side to side.

“Maybe I can keep that to myself?” He asked sheepishly.

“Oh my god.” Your eyes widened. “You’ve got a knot now, don’t you?!” You clamped your hand over your mouth, embarrassed you said that revelation out loud.

Just as embarrassed as you were, Jerry’s blush grew darker. His mouth was agape at the words that had just come out of your mouth. Though, he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised about it. You had quite a difficult time keeping your mouth shut.

“Uh ah! Why would you say that?” Jerry exclaimed, extremely flustered.

“It was the first conclusion I came to!” You started laughing. “I mean, what else would have you so embarrassed?” You teased, poking him in the side.

“Oh, you…” He pushed a finger in your direction, unable to come up with a reasonable retort.

“Awww, you like me.” You teased again. “You wouldn’t be so concerned about me moving out otherwise.”

Huffing out, Jerry conceded with a nod. A small smile found its way to his lips as he looked over at you. He was thankful that you didn’t want things to change between the two of you. Honestly, he didn’t know what he would do if you just left him hanging. Having to deal with his newfound development and lose his best friend? Unimaginable torture, that’s what it would be.

Still, although your relationship wouldn’t change, other things were going to. The doctor said his first rut was going to be a difficult one, and Jerry did not want you to be caught in the crossfire of that. The awkward parts of this discussion must continue.

“I’m glad that you want to stay.” Jerry said.

“I feel like there is a ‘but’ that is about to accompany that statement.” You raised a brow at him.

“You would be correct…” Jerry bit the inside of his cheek. “But we do have to figure out what to do when… you know?”

“I go into a heat? Or you go into a rut?” There you were again, just spitting it out. A trait that Jerry often admired, even if it did make him feel incredibly awkward. There was no beating around the bush with you.

“Yes. That.” He nodded.

“Did the doctor tell you when you were likely going to go into your first rut?” You asked.

“Three months, give or take.”

“Okay… that’s rough timing.” You chewed your lip in thought. “My next heat’s in four months.”

“Ah, oh. Okay.” Jerry’s face grew red, he looked away from you.

Pushing up, you walked over to where he was sitting. Looking down on him, you smirked. Nudging him in the shoulder, he sputtered and jolted away from you.

“What is it, Jerbear?” You leaned in toward him, smirking even more as the red on his face turned darker. “Does me talking about my heat bother you?”

“W-well, no…”

“You sure?” You said in a sing-song voice.

“Y-yes?”

Putting your hands on your hips, you gave him a pout.

“It was never a problem before? I always told you when my heat was coming up!”

“Yeah, but that was before!” Jerry sputtered.

“What? Before learning that you’re an alpha?”

“Yes! Obviously!” He pushed himself up from the table.

“What makes it so different now?” You said.

Jerry should’ve known. You were always one to tease. He normally had found it endearing, and wouldn’t have become your friend otherwise. If it weren’t for your insistence, he would’ve remained curled up in a corner. Yet, you somehow pushed your way in. So, this was no different. Your own way of poking fun at his concerns about the world. Though he didn’t know if this time it was actually appropriate.

“Well, now I am an alpha!” Jerry exclaimed.

“So?” You pouted again. It was almost… adorable?

“So! So! Something could happen! I could…” He clamped his mouth shut, eyes wide as he looked at you.

“You could what? Want to fuck me? Knot me?” You leaned towards him, bouncing on your toes.

“N-no! Why would you say that!” He covered his flushed face.

“Jerry, you know I’m fucking with you!” You gave him a playful shove.

Before you could pull back, he grabbed your wrist. Holding it tight, he ripped your body toward him. Teeth bared, he glared down on you. The shift in demeanor had you shivering. Oh. That’s new.

“You shouldn’t fuck with me.” Realizing the change in tone, Jerry softened. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” You reached for his hand on your wrist, patting it gently. “My body could take you easily.” You switched back to your teasing self, making Jerry gulp.

Yanking his hand back, Jerry let out a frustrated huff.

“Urgh! You!”

“You’re so uptight sometimes, Jerbear.” You let out a chuckle, then noticed his state.

His forehead was covered in a nervous sheen of sweat. Eyes still wide. He’s actually scared. Letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry Jerry. Look…” You sucked against your teeth, trying to find the right words. “It’s a tough world we live in, so I try to poke fun at the more difficult things.”

“I know. This is just…” He looked away, rubbing his hand against his arm as he curled into himself.

“It’s new. And frightening.” You let out a sad airy laugh. “Trust me. I know.” Looking at his state, you felt a pit of guilt form in your stomach. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t fuck with you like that.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re just trying to help.”

“No, I should’ve known how you were feeling. That’s how I felt at first.”

“It is?” Jerry peeked up at you with curiosity.

“Of course it is. Being fourteen, finding out that you’re something that alphas desire greatly, and my body could betray me at any moment…” You shivered at the paranoid thoughts. “I’m sure it’s no different for you.”

“But the opposite.” Jerry added. “Seriously, I don’t want to hurt you.” He shivered at the thought.

Never would he ever want to hurt you. The idea alone made him feel sick to his stomach.

“It’s why I was so scared of you wanting to leave.” He said softly, making your heart ache.

“I told you, I’m not leaving because your status has changed.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

Narrowing your eyes, you scoffed.

“I would.” You crossed your arms tightly. “It’s a dumb reason to leave you behind. I would never. You’d have to do something real fucked up for me to consider that.”

“Really?”

“Is that really so hard to believe?” You peered at him, wondering why he questioned you so much.

“A little. I mean, like I said, you always talked about how bad it was. I really wouldn’t blame you-”

“Well I’m not leaving.” You walked up to him, poking your finger into his chest. “And that’s final.”

“Thank you.” He said softly.

“Come here, big guy.” You gave him a soft smile, opening your arms.

“You sure?” He questioned, still curled into himself.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You clenched and unclenched your hands, indicating he should hug you.

Nodding slowly, Jerry entered your embrace. Characteristically yourself, you gave him a big ole’ squeeze. Appreciating the comforting feeling, Jerry relaxed in your hold. Wrapping his long arms around you, he pulled you into him. Then, he realized something new.

As you curled against his body, he felt a rumbling from your chest. Unconsciously, you were rubbing your cheek and neck over his chest. The motions had his heart rate dropping down, and his anxiety lowering. As if on instinct, a similar rumbling came from his own chest. Leaning his head down to rest on yours, he breathed in deeply. Your sweet scent filled his senses, making him calm down even more.

Noticing his change, you let out a soft sigh. Placing your chin on his chest, you looked up at your tall friend.

“Feeling better?” You asked, a knowing glint in your eye.

Raising a questioning brow, he looked down on you. Though he couldn’t help the small smile that came to his own face.

“Did you do something?” He asked softly.

Head still on his chest, you nodded. Sheepishly, you looked away from him.

“I was curious…” You mumbled.

“Curious about what?” He asked.

“Do you know anything about how alphas and omegas can affect each other?” You questioned, wondering how he didn’t know what you had just done.

“Not really. I’m kinda new… obviously.”

“Oh.” Biting your lip, you gave him an embarrassed glance.

“Are you going to tell me what you did?” Jerry asked, he knew you had done something. He just wasn’t aware of what exactly you had just done.

“I calmed you down. Your heart was racing like crazy.” You admitted.

“You can do that?” He asked, a shocked look of awe on his face.

“Uh, yeah. Now I can, at least.”

“Can you tell me how?” He pulled away from you, hands on your arms as he looked at you with extreme interest.

“I guess, it was kinda natural.” You rubbed your neck, sheepishly. “I scented you. It can calm alpha’s down. Especially if they’re close to the omega that did it.”

“Scented me?” Jerry had heard of it, but never truly knew what that meant.

“Yeah, like my smell calmed you down?” Had he really never known this?

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t really know anything about this. Like only what I was taught when I was homeschooled.”

“That’s it?” Jerry didn’t know? The Jerry that had so much information about literally the most niche things knew nothing about this?

“Yeah, sorry.” It was his turn to grow embarrassed again, his face turning red once more.

“That’s okay. It’s not like you needed to.” Suddenly, an idea came to you.

Smiling brightly, you reached for him. Hands on his shoulders drawing him closer to you.

“What if I taught you!” You asked, eyes bright.

“Huh?” He gasped out at your proximity. Your scent flooding his senses. Gosh, you smelled good.

“Yeah! I could teach you the things you don’t know about alphas and omegas! Prepare you for your rut! Maybe I could even get you a mate!” You practically cheered yourself on. This would be perfect! Then Jerry wouldn’t have to worry about being around you!

“I-I don’t know, this is all really new to me. Am I supposed to have a mate for the first time?” He asked, feeling sweat prickle on his forehead.

“I mean, most people don’t. But! That’s because it typically happens when they’re a teen. So having one when you’re experiencing it as an adult is probably a good idea!” You were bouncing on your toes at the idea. You were helping!

“I guess? But who’d want to get with someone like me?” He asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh, I know plenty who would.” You said, hitting your chest with your fist with confidence.

“You do?”

“Oh definitely.” You lied. Truly, the only person you knew was yourself. That was because you were extremely attracted to your late bloomer of a friend. Even before he had announced his newfound alpha status.

“W-well, if you know someone… I guess I’m all ears. At least for learning stuff.” He gulped, attempting to feign some kind of confidence.

“Awesome!” Your eyes sparkled. Finally, after everything Jerry had taught you, you could finally help him learn something. The teacher becomes the student. “I’ve got so much to share! You better be ready!” You teased.

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” Jerry gulped.

As he sat alone in his bed that night, he grew a bit concerned. You weren’t the only one that had developed feelings in your shared apartment. Jerry was also just as deeply infatuated with you, if not more. The man falling head-over-heels for you when you showed him so much care.

At first he was so happy to have finally made a friend, a best friend at that. Then he realized his feelings were growing stronger for you. Every sweet gesture and caring action thrown his way, made his heart swell. However, he’d never tell you that. Lest he ruin the wonderful friendship that had budded between the two of you. Plus, there was the fact that he wasn’t an alpha. Being with a phenomenal omega like yourself? There was no way that could happen.

As his mind was racing it paused. He officially was an alpha now. Turning over in bed, he wondered. Could he have a chance now? Would you want him like he wanted you? Not just as a sexual partner, but one romantically. Could he be the partner you needed?

In the past you had complained about other alphas. How many had done you wrong. Only using you for a quick knot during their ruts, but Jerry never cared about that. All he wanted was you. Maybe, just maybe, during your educational sessions, he could show you that. Nodding to himself, he decided. He didn’t want anyone else to help him through his first rut. He was going to try and have you.

The next day was your first day of education. Sitting Jerry on the couch, you pulled up a powerpoint on your flatscreen in the living room. So You’ve Found Out You’re an Alpha: an Educational Essay from your Favorite Omega was the title of the slideshow that you had spent the night creating.

“You made a presentation?” Jerry questioned, though he was sitting at attention. Ready to hear whatever you had prepared.

“Of course! How else am I supposed to teach you the basics?” You chuckled.

“Uh… okay! I’m listening!” He nodded for you to continue.

“Wonderful. Now my dear alpha…” The speaking of his title had the man shivering in his seat. Yet another new feeling.

Catching the response, you gave him a smirk.

“Aha! I did that on purpose, my Jerbear!”

“Did what on purpose?” He squeaked out, feeling caught.

“Called you an alpha, of course!” You gave out another chuckle. “You see, it’s natural for alphas… and omegas to respond physically when they’re referred to as their title! Do I know the scientific reason why? No! But I know it’s a thing!” You said, bouncing on your toes with enthusiasm.

“Does it happen all the time?” Jerry grew a bit nervous. The last thing he wanted was some random omega able to fuck with him.

“No! Typically only with people that you know and care about. We’re roomies, so we’re close!” You ignored the fact that typically there was an attraction that needed to be involved.

“So if I called you, omega, that would make you respond?” Jerry’s voice lowered an octave when he spoke, making you respond in kind. A shiver of your own flowing up your spine.

“Uh, heh. Yes. Your words, um, do affect me.” Shaking yourself, and clearing your throat, you continued. “So, last night. Remember how I calmed you down?”

“Yes. You called it scenting. Which I have heard of, by the way.” He lifted a finger and wagged it.

“Yes, yes. But you didn’t know exactly what it does.”

“I guess not…” He slumped his shoulders a bit.

“Fear not, Jerbear. Your bestie has got you covered!” You clicked to the next slide, displaying a stock photo of two people rubbing their cheeks against each other, watermark included. “Scenting is when two people, regardless of secondary sex, rub their scent on each other. It can have a multitude of effects. Most often it is used to calm heightened emotions, stake claim, or arouse.” You tried to push past that last part, but Jerry, oh curious Jerry, wouldn’t let you.

Raising his hand, Jerry stopped you.

“Arouse?” He questioned, throat feeling very dry all the sudden.

“Yes, arouse. Like when an omega is in heat, their scent is stronger. So they will scent their alpha to get them aroused.”

“Have you done that before?” He said it innocently, but there was something darker behind his gaze as he looked at you.

Nervously you shuffled.

“Uh, yes. It’s kind of instinctual. Like how I scented you last night.” You realized you made it sound like you had been trying to arouse him. “I mean, like last night me calming you down was instinctual! Not that I was trying to arouse you!” You said, chuckling awkwardly.

“Could you show me?” He asked softly.

“Uh, what?” You were taken aback.

“Like how to do scenting!” His cheeks flushed red. “Not arousing you!” He squeaked. Awkward Jerry had returned.

“Oh! Yeah! I can do that!” You let out a sigh of relief.

Joining Jerry on the couch, you held your wrist out to him.

“Do you know where the scent glands are?” You asked him.

“I-I think so?” He was suddenly growing hot at your close proximity.

“Care to say where?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” He gulped. “Um the base of the neck.” You nodded. “The wrists?” You nodded again. “Isn’t that all?” He asked.

“Actually there’s technically two more!” You pointed to your ankles. “The ankles as well! Something, something, evolutionary changes. I don’t really remember. They’re not really used as much. Unless you’re into that.” You nudged his ribs teasingly.

“Heheh. Yeah, cool.” He gulped again. “So how do you actually do the scenting?” He asked shlyly.

“Oh, you just kinda rub your scent up on someone.” You saw he was looking at you expectantly. “Do you want me to show you?”

He nodded, eyes shining with curiosity.

Giving him a small smile, you leaned toward him. Pressing your neck and face to his chest, you rubbed against him. Your sweet scent wafted to his senses, making him sigh softly.

“That’s how many people will do it. Rubbing their neck up on someone. Normally people that are interested in each other. Though, I’ve had some do it in a friendly manner.”

“C-can I try?” Jerry asked softly, his breathing slightly labored.

“Uh sure, if you want.” You shrugged, then pointed at your collarbone area. “You can rub right here. Use this part.” You touched where his scent gland is, making him shiver. “Sorry, I know that’s a bit of a sensitive area.”

“Y-yeah.”

Slowly he leaned toward where you pointed, pressing his neck to the spot you pointed at. It felt natural as he circled the area, spreading his scent along your body. Breathing in, you let out a soft sigh.

“Hmmm. You smell nice…” A small purr rumbled from your chest.

As he pulled away, you saw his pupils were blown out and he was slightly shivering.

“I do?” He asked, voice still soft.

“Mhmm. It’s…” You leaned in toward the crook of his neck, taking in a deep breath. “Hmm. A sweet musk. Slightly woody, almost like an old book but with a softer almondy scent. It’s cozy, nice.” You gave him a soft smile.

Your description made him blush.

“Cozy…” He gave you a bright smile that had your heart swelling. “Well, I’m glad I smell good! You smell nice too.” He said.

“Thanks!”

“I have another question.” He looked a bit nervous again.

“Hit me.” You sat taller, waiting for his words.

“What was that thing that happened? The sound from your chest?”

“The sound from my… oh! You mean purring?”

“Purring? Like a cat?” Jerry leaned in, intrigued.

“I guess that's where the terminology came from?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Huh, neat! What causes it?” Jerry seemed as if he wanted to know so he could make you do it.

“I dunno, like comforting things? It kinda just happens when things are nice. You’ve done it too now.”

“Yeah. I guess I have.”

“Well, do you have any more questions?” You asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Cool.” You pushed yourself up from the seat. “I think I’ll stop the lesson for today.” You said with a nod.

“Oh. Okay…” Jerry said with a disappointed tone.

“Oh, Jerbear, don’t worry. I’ll show you more. I just don’t want to overwhelm you.” You ruffled his unruly hair softly.

“You think things will overwhelm me?” He asked, almost offended.

Raising a brow, you looked down on him with a face that screamed, “seriously?”

“Okay, you got me there.” He let out a defeated chuckle.

“That’s what I thought.” You crossed your arms with a huff.

Throughout the week, you taught Jerry various other things about alphas and omegas. By the end of the week, it was as you had feared; the man was extremely overwhelmed.

“Okay so biting a scent gland leaves a mating mark, and a mating mark is permanent, but alphas and omegas are drawn to doing so regardless of that repercussion?” Jerry squeaked out.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much the gist of it.” You shrugged.

“So people can just be bound to each other forever by accident?”

“I mean, yes, but the majority of people have significantly better self restraint than that.”

“What about me? I mean I haven’t done anything!” Jerry said exasperated.

“Jerry, you’ll be fine.” Pausing, you remembered a special item you had to quell such fears. “Actually I’ve got something.”

Quickly bounding to your bedroom, you spotted it hanging on a board hung on your wall. Grabbing the item, you returned to the living room. Holding the item out, you revealed to Jerry a special necklace.

“Um, why are you showing me jewelry?"

“Because it’s a mating mark deterrent.” You handed it to him. Gingerly he took it from your hand, looking it over curiously.

“What does it do exactly?”

“Here.” You took it from him and put it on. “Try biting me.” You said.

“What?!” Jerry, jumped away from you.

“You heard me, try biting me.” You leaned your head to the side, exposing your scent gland.

“O-okay.” Jerry leaned toward you, mouth slightly open. “Like this?” He said, eyeing your neck.

“Yup!”

He attempted to bite down at the juncture, then immediately jumped back with a yelp.

“Aagh! Ugh! What was that?” Jerry opened and shut his mouth multiple times trying to get the flavor off of his tongue.

“Marking deterrent!" You stated proudly, hands on your hips.

“Point made! Please don’t make me do that again.” He whimpered.

“Oh, sorry Jer. That might’ve been a bit too far.”

“No, I know how curious I get. It’s a good thing to experience. Even if there is… unpleasant results.”

Looking at his sad face made your heart ache. Maybe you were pushing him too hard. Perhaps it was time for something a bit nicer.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” You said with a soft smile.

“No more gross necklaces, right?” He teased with a blush.

“Promise.”

Walking up to your television console, you bent down. Along one of the shelves lived your DVD collection. Running your finger along the titles, you spotted one you hadn’t seen in ages. Smiling to yourself, you pulled it off the shelf. She’s the Alpha. An old coming of age teenage film about an omega that pretends to be an alpha to prove she’s just as good at soccer as the rest of them. Shaking it, you displayed it to Jerry.

“A film for kids?” He questioned.

“It’s like a classic for teenagers, and you didn’t seem to get that experience.” You teased.

“I guess I didn’t. I don’t know how this is supposed to help me learn more though.”

“Meh, you won’t learn much. But, it’s fun. And I think that’s something you need right now.”

“I’m following your lead.” Jerry said, but you spotted the small small on his face.

Before you put the movie on, you prepped a bowl of popcorn. It felt cozy doing this kind of activity again.

“Kind of feels like I’m at a sleepover.” You giggled.

“Really? I never had one of those.” Jerry admitted.

“Seriously?” That surprised you.

“Yeah. I was home schooled. All my friends were people I met at my gym period or music lessons. And I don’t know if they would be considered friends, really.”

“Well, I decree this your official first sleepover.” You said in a hoity-toity voice.

“It would be an honor.” He said, giving you a small bow. The man was smiling brightly at you.

As you watched the movie, you found yourself moving from your end of the couch closer and closer to Jerry. Almost as if you were drawn to him somehow. The man found himself in the same position. Ultimately finding the two of you seated beside each other on the couch.

“I guess it doesn’t take an alpha’s touch to really win, huh?” The male romantic lead said.

“No it doesn’t, but I don’t think this omega would mind a bit of an alpha’s touch.” The female lead responded.

Sticking your tongue out, you cringed as you watched the characters share a kiss.

“God, I forgot how cheesy some of those lines were.” You said. “Yeah that was pretty bad.” Jerry said.

“How was your first kiss, was it that cliche?” You teased.

Jerry paused, eyes wide. In the dark you couldn’t see that his cheeks were flared red.

“Um, I actually have never been kissed…” He trailed off slowly.

“Wait really? How did I not know this?” You asked, leaning toward him. The blush on his face grew darker.

Now that you were thinking about it, you realized that Jerry had never actually gone out with someone while you had been living together. Based on the history he had shared with you, you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised by this revelation. Yet, here you were. A bit flabbergasted.

“I mean, it shouldn’t be that big of a surprise. You know me.” He sighed dejectedly.

Looking at Jerry in the dark, your heart rate began to speed up. Another idea came to you. It could be friendly, just friendly. Would there be selfish intentions behind it, sure. However, you would be helping Jerry out. You did promise to help him find a mate after all.

“What if I kissed you?” You asked suddenly.

“What?” Jerry felt the air leave his lungs. No way, there was no way you wanted to do that.

“I mean, I am teaching you stuff. I can get you some of that experience you’ve been looking for.” You shrugged nonchalantly, as if you weren’t asking him something he had been wildly dreaming about. So innocent, yet something he craved so very much.

“I guess when you put it that way…” Jerry rubbed the back of his neck.

“So that’s a yes?”

Jerry gulped thickly.

“Yes.”

“Awesome.” You leaned towards him.

“So, w-what do I do?”

“Just lean in, press your lips to mine, and close your eyes.”

“Right.” He took in a deep breath, trying to calm his shaky hands.

Leaning further toward him, you pressed your lips to his softly. At first his eyes widened. This is happening, it’s really happening!!! Then he realized your eyes were shut, so his own fluttered closed. You stayed there for a moment, applying a little pressure to his lips, then pulled away. Leaving Jerry breathless as you looked at him in the dark.

“How was that?” You asked softly.

“It was… nice.” Twiddling his thumbs, he wondered if he could push further. “Could you show me more?”

“Like making out?” Gosh, you felt like a teenager again. Though, Jerry did not get to have the same experiences that you had. It was only fair to show him everything, right?

“Uh yeah, like that.” He said nervously.

“Sure. Mind if I get closer?” You asked softly.

He nodded, and you shuffled over. Climbing onto his lap, you slung your arms around his shoulders. Jerry let out a surprised gasp at the move, eyes wide as you settled onto his lap.

“Comfy?” You asked.

He nodded again, eyes flitting to your lips. The buzz of your previous kiss still lingered there. He wanted more.

“I’ll go slow, kay?”

“Okay.” He croaked out.

Slowly, you pressed your lips to his again. This time, you slid your tongue out. Lightly lapping at Jerry’s lower lip, he opened his mouth in another gasp. Taking the opportunity, you tangled your tongue with his. It was clumsy, but that was to be expected. He didn’t really know what to do with his tongue, but you led him with your own. Eventually he got the hang of it. Softly moving along with you as you pressed kisses to each other’s lips. When he got a hit of your taste, the man beneath you groaned. Fuck, you tasted really good.

Noticing he wasn’t using his hands, you reached for them. Pulling his hands to your hips, you settled them down. Taking your move as permission, he gripped at your hips. Shuffling in his lap, you let out a sigh at the feeling of his touch.

Pulling away, you watched as a string a saliva snapped between the two of you. Both of you were breathing heavily. Even in the dark, you could see Jerry’s eyes sparkling.

“So, what do you think?” Now you were the one that was feeling sheepish.

“That was, that was amazing!” Jerry exclaimed, leaning back toward you. “Could we keep going? I want to learn more!” His giddiness was infectious.

“Alright. Why not? You’re a pretty fast learner.” You pecked at his lips.

Pulling away you looked over him, wondering what else you could show him. Oh, that’s right.

“So, something that’s really nice to do-” You kissed down his chin, then his down his neck. Stopping right beneath his ear you gave the skin a bit of a nip.

“Oh! Oh…” Jerry scrunched his eyes shut as he let out a small whine.

The sound shot straight to your core. Deciding you needed to hear more, you softly licked a stripe up his neck. The action elicited another whine from the man, leaving him shivering.

“Oh golly, that feels really nice.”

“Yeah? Wanna try it out on me?” You asked, eyes hooded suggestively.

Nodding profusely Jerry leaned in. Craning your neck back, you closed your eyes and waited.

Tentatively, Jerry followed your moves. Kissing down your jaw, you let out a little giggle. His stubble tickled at your neck.

“Is everything alright?” He asked with concern.

“Yes. Your mustache just tickles a bit.” You gave him a soft smile. “Please, go on.” You leaned your head back again.

Jerry returned to kissing at your neck, deciding to try out another one of your moves. Softly, he nipped at the sweet spot right under your ear. The action had you keening, pressing your chest against his with a whine.

The sound had Jerry shivering. He must hear more. Again, he nipped at your sweet spot. And again, you keened at the action.

“That feels really good…” You drawled.

“Yeah?” His voice was low.

“Mmm… yeah.”

The rest of the night you continued to make out. Showing Jerry various ways to kiss. Occasionally teasing at each other’s throats. There was one spot you hadn’t shown him though, just to avoid an accidental mating. While you loved having your scent gland lavished, you did not need him biting down on you.

When you were done, you pulled off of him. A disappointed whine escaped his throat, to which he clamped his hands over his mouth. Shaking your head, you let out an airy laugh.

“Take it, you enjoyed that?” You teased.

Pulling his hands from his face, you gave him a soft peck.

“Y-yeah I did.” He said with an awestruck look on his face.

“Good, I did too.”

“You did?” He shook himself sober.

“I did.” You nodded.

“Would you mind if we kept doing that? For practice reasons.” He twiddled his thumbs nervously.

“For practice reasons?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“Yeah… practice reasons.”

“Sure! I don’t see why not.” You said with a bright smile. Plus, it gave you an excuse to keep kissing your handsome alpha roommate.

And thus your somewhat “friends with benefits relationship” began. With you cornering Jerry every so often. Pressing him against a wall as you stole kisses from him. Training him to use his tongue softer with every make out sesh.

Then there were the times he managed to take initiative. Leaning toward you on the couch. Pressing your body down with his as his hands roamed over you. Exploring new ways to get those cute sounds out of you. God, he could listen to you all the time. Even if it ended with him sporting a major hard-on that was difficult to get rid of.

Soon enough, three months later had arrived. Another checkup later, Jerry was confirmed to be fully presenting. Meaning his rut would soon be upon him. Upon both of you.

Even though he had never experienced one before, he knew it was coming. A heat was building up within him. Making his skin itch constantly. Having you around wasn’t helping. Your scent was everywhere. What made it worse was the fact that you were unconsciously actively scenting him on a regular basis. Forcing the alpha to crave you even more than he already did.

With time running out, he knew he needed to do something fast.

Sitting at the dinner table with you, Jerry found himself nervous once more. Thumbs twiddling as sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Oh! I’ve got some aquaintances that’d be willing to go out on a date with you by the way! They sound really interested!” You said, as you stabbed into your dinner.

You had been working to try and get someone to join Jerry during his rut. What you hadn’t realized was how soon it had actually arrived.

“I really appreciate that…” Jerry looked away from you, red in the face.

“But?” You questioned, leaning toward him with concern.

“But, I think it’s going to be too late.” He sighed. “It’s gonna hit really soon.”

Fuck. How could you have not noticed sooner? How intense he smelled. How his mere presence had you shivering. The omega within you was just begging to submit to your alpha roommate. His rut was pretty much here already.

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

“Yeah.” He said back, a look of shame on his face.

Well, there was one other option. One you had been somewhat hoping for. Something you had been craving for awhile. Sucking in a deep breath, you decided to push your luck.

“What if I helped?”

“What?!” He sat up straight, face burning red. This conversation was becoming familiar.

“What if I helped? I mean, we’ve already been doing other stuff. This could be no different, really. And I have experience so I could help y-”

“We shouldn’t.” Jerry said, unable to look at you.

“Oh.” A pang shot to your heart.

Jerry gave you a sad look, hating the fact that his words had hurt you.

“I just don’t want things to change between us.” Jerry said softly.

“They won’t!” You tried to convince him, pressing yourself up from the table.

“Yes they will!” Jerry said, frazzled.

“Why do you think that?” You asked, feeling a heated tension growing.

“B-because it’s different. Kissing is one thing, but…”

“What, knotting me is going to make things different? We’d just be taking care of a biological need. It doesn’t need to be anything more than that.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

The way you were behaving reminded you of throwing a tantrum. Throwing a fit because you weren’t getting what you wanted. However, if you actually shared what you wanted, things would truly change. You couldn’t have that, so might as well lie about your motivations.

However, Jerry wasn’t going to lie to you. He knew exactly why things would change for him.

“Well it’s different because with you it wouldn’t feel that way.” He mumbled softly, looking away from you.

“What?” You looked at him, wide-eyed.

“I know I would feel… more.” Jerry admitted, looking up at you with adoration.

“I would too.” You decided to allow yourself that vulnerability.

If Jerry was willing to open up to you, the least you could do was grant him the same.

“You would?” His voice was suddenly dry.

“Yeah. I mean technically I already have.” You looked away from him, face burning red.

“You have?” Jerry’s voice cracked. So many things were being revealed to him all at once.

“Yes, I have. C’mon, you don’t just make out with someone for no reason.” You tried to deflect your feelings as if you weren’t the one hiding them all along.

“I don’t know how these kinds of things work!” He exclaimed, pushing himself up from the table. “I was just following your lead.”

“I know, I know. Sorry, I shouldn’t have held this back from you for so long. I just didn’t want to-”

“Overwhelm me? A cheeky grin grew on his face. Ah there it is. That newfound alpha confidence had at least somewhat entered the room.

“Yes.”

Waltzing up to you, Jerry cupped your face softly. Leaning down, he almost kissed you, but not just yet.

“For someone that’s been trying to ‘teach’ me a lot, you sure do underestimate how much I can learn.”

“You’ve picked up on a quite a lot.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

“Think you could show me a few more things? Even if it might change other things?” He asked softly, adoration sparkling in his eyes.

“I think I could be a willing educator. Considering I know you won’t be overwhelmed.” You nudged him in the ribs.

“What can I say? I’ve got a good teacher.” He took the initiative, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“So, you ready to learn how to knot an omega?” You teased, hot breath against his lips.

“Oh fuck.” He shivered, pupils blown wide. “I lied, you can still overwhelm me.”

With heated kisses, you stumbled into Jerry’s bedroom. The alpha unceremoniously tossing you onto his bed, crawling on top of you. Hot kisses were pressed from your lips, down your neck, then your clothed chest.

“I’ve never had sex before.” Jerry suddenly admitted. “Much less knotted someone.”

“Considering I was your first kiss, that was an easy conclusion to come to.” You said.

“Ouch, did you think that lowly of me?” He squeaked out.

“Gosh, Jerry, no. It was just kind of obvious?” You giggled, easing his stress. “Come here.” You pulled him toward you, rubbing your cheek and neck on his chest, making your scent fill his senses.

“Oh wow, oh goodness.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. “Have I ever told you how good you smell?” He asked.

Looking at his eyes, you noticed how blown out his pupils were. His deep brown irises, barely a ring around the black center.

“You smell pretty good yourself.” You were feeling the effects of his rut. Your own pupils blown out, body shivering as you breathed in his scent.

“There’s so much I want to try with you.” He breathed out as he continued to nuzzle against your neck.

“Mmm, like what?” You keened as he nipped at your sweet spot on your neck.

“Can I taste you?” He huffed out. “Not like your mouth like your…” He felt too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

“Like my pussy?” You let out an airy laugh.

Despite allowing yourself to succumb to the throws of his rut, he was still embarrassed to actually talk about sex.

“Yeah. Like your pussy…” He mumbled shyly.

“Go ahead.” You grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’ll teach you what to do.

Slowly, Jerry kissed down your body. You responded in kind, keening at the feeling of his lips trailing down. As he moved, he helped you pull off your clothes. Ultimately leaving you fully bare and exposed. Between your legs your pussy glistened with slick. Dripping as your body responded to Jerry’s rut.

“Oh, wow.” He breathed out. “You’re beautiful.” His hand parted your pussy lips, making you let out a whine.

Looking up at you, he smirked. Oh, that’s hot. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you didn’t mind. Likely because you were finally being taken by the man you so desperately wanted. Now, he was an alpha that was going to take your body for himself. Oh, that sounded delicious.

“So do I just?” He pulled you toward him, face between your thighs.

Groaning, he breathed in your scent deeply. Sticking out his tongue, he licked a stripe up your dripping cunt. He moaned as he tasted your slick. Oh, that was addicting.

Again, his tongue was clumsy, but somehow doing exactly what you needed. Ever the observer, Jerry watched every twitch and listened to every sound that came out of you from his ministrations. Tongue lapping away at your folds with abandon, you began to feel a heat building in your belly. With precision, the tip of his tongue found your clit. Fast flicks hit the sensitive nub, making your body twitch with pleasure.

Wrapping your hand in his dark unruly locks, you pressed your cunt against his face. Jerry groaned as you used his mouth. Tongue sliding up and down, slurping up your slick. Each flick against your clit had your peak growing nearer and nearer.

“J-jerry, fuck!” You exclaimed, thrusting against his face.

Slick streamed out of your pussy. Jerry lapped it up as he watched you chase your high with lidded eyes. The way you were using him had him moaning against your cunt. The vibrations shoot straight to your core. Heat rose more and more, Jerry was bringing you closer and closer to the peak.

With a final precise lick to your clit, you were gushing on his mouth. Your slick covering his lips and chin as you screamed out. Thighs clenched around his head, shaking. As you came down, you continued to thrust against his mouth. Your orgasm lasted longer as he slowly lapped away at your sopping cunt.

Once your thighs relaxed, Jerry pulled away. A daze fucked-out look on his face as he rose above you. Even in your own daze, you realized the man had too many clothes on.

Reaching for his shirt collar, you ripped him down on top of you. Pressing your lips to his, you tasted yourself. He groaned as your tongues tangled together. By now his rut had fully kicked in. Both of your bodies just begging to be fucked due to the pheromones choking up the air.

“Jerry, fucking strip.” You growled through bared teeth, as if threatening to rip them off with your mouth.

Nodding, he tore off the articles. Each one thrown on the ground by the bed. Finally, he was fully exposed. Hard cock flush against his belly. A large swollen knot filling out the base. You should’ve expected it from a tall, skinny guy, but fuck was he hung.

Licking your lips, you reached out for him. Ripping him down by the shoulders, you brought him towards you. Kissing him deeply, you reached for his swollen length.

Shivering in your grasp, Jerry let out a whine at your touch. No one besides himself had ever touched him there before. He swore he could easily cum if you just kept pumping at his cock. However, he needed to knot you. To feel your soaked pussy squeeze around him.

The thought of him feeling you squeeze his knot had him whining again.

“Please!” He begged you, as he lined his cock up with your entrance. “Please I need…” He ran his length through your heat, shivering at the feeling.

“I need you to knot me, Jerry.” You growled, teeth bared.

Without hesitation, Jerry pressed his length against your entrance, then pushed inside. Loudly moaning, he began to thrust in and out of you. There was no slow pace, he NEEDED you. The base of his knot slapped against the outside of your cunt.

“F-fuck, oh, oh, oh!” Jerry moaned. “You feel so good, your pussy, ah!” His eyes scrunched shut at the feeling of pure pleasure.

Not only was this his first time ever having sex, it was his first time ever having sex as an alpha, during his rut. His body was forcing him to feel pure ecstasy as he fucked his thick cock into you. Oh, he couldn’t wait to shove his knot into you. Fill up his pretty omega’s little cunt with his seed…

Looking down on you, he realized he had said all of that out loud. Your eyes were wide, and your cheeks were flared red. No matter, you were his for the night. Meaning he would treat his omega as he pleased. HIS omega. Oh he loved the sounds of that.

Leaning down, he trailed hot kisses over your neck. Softly, he bit down on your sweet spot. The action had your pussy clenching around him, making him groan. He did it again, needing to feel you tighten around his length.

“J-jerry, ah!” He slammed into you, smushing his pelvis against your sensitive clit. “I’m, I’m, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, omega.” He growled uncharacteristically, not that you were complaining.

Jerry allowing his alpha instincts to take over was doing something to your body. Something that had you clenching around his cock and screaming as your slick sprayed over his lower torso. He watched in awe as your body shook beneath him.

Following his instinct, he pushed your knees up, folding you over into a mean mating press. Groaning, he felt your pussy beginning to suck up his knot. Soon he would force you to cum on him again.

His eyes watched where your bodies connected. Each thrust pushing his knot closer and closer to fully filling you. Then, a loud popping sound accompanied the sounds of both of you moaning loudly. Jerry’s knot filled your tight cunt, forcing you to cum around him again. The clenching of your walls milked his cock. He moaned loudly as his cock twitched inside you. Hot streams of cum shot inside of you, making you shiver with content.Wonderful warmth filled your body, making you sigh with satisfaction. A blissful smile donned your face, one that Jerry caught.

Sitting above you, sweat dripping from his hair, Jerry smiled down. You looked absolutely wonderful. Practically glowing after the alpha knotted you for the first time. Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, you both groaned. Oh, he could get used to this.

“Thank you.” He whispered against your lips, nuzzling your nose.

“For what?” You gave him a cheeky grin.

“You know what for.” He smiled softly.

“Oh sweetheart, we’re not done yet. This is just the beginning.”

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a99jazzybean · 12 days ago

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Hiiii I have a question , I really don't want this to come off as pushy btw but do you know when/ if you'll update on air or why do we keep playing these games , they are two of my fav fics so I was just curious? Love your writing !!!!

Don’t worry, you weren’t pushy at all!!

This ask kicked me in the ass to get the next chapter of Why do we Keep Playing These Games done! Find it here! I’m still working on the series and have a plan for the end!

As for On Air, that fic is straight up a vent fic about my job that just so happens to involve polyamory with Arcane characters. The next chapter is a rough one based on a traumatizing experience on the job, so it’s taking a bit longer to finish.

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Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 14: Opening Up

Masterlist/ Prev. Ch

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 4.9K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, fluff, angst, first date, kissing

a/n: I'm not done with this fic!! I have plans for it's end! Date Everything just took over my mind a bit!

Throwin' a lil bit of angst in there. Enjoy! This chap is sfw!

As much as you could in skates, you stormed up to the two. Eyes narrowed as you glared at them. Mel and Viktor began sweating under your heated gaze.

“Funny seeing you here, darling!” Mel composed herself with a polite smile.

“Yeah, funny.” You looked between the two of them.

A warm hand on your shoulder had your expression softening.

“I’m gonna go get us some food, kay?” Jayce said, placing a kiss to your cheek.

The tender action had your face blooming red.

“Uh, yeah. That’s cool.” You mumble.

Mel and Viktor shared a look and a smirk. Both leaned on their elbows as you slid into the booth on the other side.

“So…” Mel began.

“How’s the date?” Viktor finished for her.

Both were wearing shit-eating grins that had your blood pressure spiking. The red on your face had yet to dissipate.

“It’s good.” You grumbled. “Why are you here?” You narrowed your eyes at them.

“Us?” Viktor asked with feigned ignorance.

“Oh we just love the skate rink.” Mel lied, holding back a chuckle.

“Are you stalking Jayce and I?” You asked pointedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Whaaat?” Viktor looked away from you. “Stalking? Us? Never.”

“This place is just…” Mel looked around the space. “Perfect for people watching.”

“Yeah. Like watching me.” You said, angry glare still plastered on your face.

“Don’t forget Jayce.” Viktor added.

“So you did come here to watch us?”

“Obviously.” Viktor said.

“Just wanted to see if either of you would crash and burn. Seemed like you almost crashed a couple of times.” Mel teased.

“I’m not entertainment for you guys.” Letting out a huff, you grumbled.

“I don’t know, it was pretty entertaining to watch you guys out there.” Viktor chuckled.

“You cannot just expect us to not want to see what goes down between the two of you.” Mel added.

“I think I can reasonably expect some semblance of privacy.” You slumped down into the booth cushion.

“Look, you go from absolutely despising the guy to head over heels in a matter of a few months. I just want to see why.” Mel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

“I’ve told you why.” You whined out.

“Seeing is believing, I suppose.” Viktor said.

“You guys are the fucking worst.”

“And you love us regardless.” Mel said, then eyed Viktor. “Some of us more than others it seems.”

The red on your face grew even darker. Clenching your fists, you let out a long sigh.

“I told you that in confidence, Mel.”

“Oh please, as if Viktor didn’t tell me himself.”

You shot a glare at the man.

“So you can share our collective escapades with Mel, but I can’t? A bit hypocritical, me thinks.” He sent a challenging look your way, brow raised.

He had a point, you guessed.

“What’s hypocritical?” Jayce had returned to the table, holding pretzels and drinks.

“Oh, just that our friend here has willingly shared her adventures with Mel. Yet, she appears upset that I too have done the same.”

“Adventures?” Jayce looked confused, then it hit him. Red bloomed on his cheeks. “You told Mel?” He squeaked out.

“Yes, I told Mel. She’s my best friend.” You defended yourself.

“Oh Jayce, you are no better.” Viktor chided.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“You know I’ve told Viktor stuff.” Jayce said.

“Oh, right.” You didn’t know where to go from this.

“If it helps, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy your company if he hadn’t told me.”

“‘Enjoy your company?’” Mel rolled her eyes. “So am I going to be able to get in on this…” She waved between the three of you. “Or is it just a three way?”

“Mmm… I see it as more of a two way that I just so happen to participate in.” Viktor teased, grin growing as he watched the red on you and Jayce’s faces darken.

“Okay!” You pushed yourself up. “I think we should be off.” You nudged Jayce, desperate to get away from this conversation.

“But we haven’t eaten anything.” Jayce said.

“I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Oh please! Do stay! We have so much to catch up on!” Viktor motioned for you to sit down.

Practically growling, you shook your head at him.

Jayce gave you that disappointed puppy dog-eyed look. Bottom lip slightly protruding in a pout. Sighing, you touched his shoulder. You realized that he probably thought you were ending the night. Which was something you definitely didn’t want to do.

“We can take it with us.”

“Where?” He asked.

“Anywhere but here.” You shot a glare at your other two friends.

“Aww, but we were having so much fun?” Viktor teased.

At your reassurance that the date would continue, Jayce perked up. Shuffling out of the booth, he let you exit.

“Have a good night, you two!” Mel waved you off, then turned to Viktor with a snicker.

Those two. You shook your head, then readied yourself to leave. Ever the gentleman, Jayce helped you take off the skates. Both of you returned them to the rental booth, met with the pirate attendant again.

“Leaving so soon mateys?” He asked as you placed the skates on the counter.

“Yup, got other plans…” You trailed, looking up at Jayce.

“You do?” Jayce asked. “I thought I was planning the date.”

“You did.” You said with a shrug.

“And I didn’t have anything else planned…” He trailed.

The attendant looked between the two of you with a confused gaze. Deciding it was none of his business, he grabbed the skates and sent you on your way.

As you exited the skate rink, you let out a sigh of relief. You knew Viktor and Mel were only teasing, but their presence felt almost patronizing. As if they didn’t actually believe you could manage to last on a date with Jayce. Sure, you had mostly played board games and hooked up with him. However, there were still plenty of tender moments you had already shared. This date night was no different. In fact, it was honestly the start of something new. At least that’s how you felt.

Perhaps it was silly. For goodness sake, you already practically fucked the guy. Yet, here you were, feeling as if you had taken a new step in your relationship with him. The thought had you pausing. Your relationship. What did this mean for you? This newfound willingness to be closer to him.

With just physicality you were able to push away the personal. This though, actually going out. Being seen together in public like this. That was something entirely different, somehow more intimate than one would normally believe.

Looking at Jayce, you realized he had been watching you. Hazel eyes trying to read the fury that was your mind once more. It seemed like he was always trying to learn more about you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. In the past it felt intrusive, but now it felt… safe. He never expected you to tell him what was going on in your head. Granting you the patience and grace you had craved for a long time. However, there was a guilty part of you that felt as if you were taking advantage of this willingness.

Allowing you to do as you wished with him and his body, all the while you barely offered anything in return. Life wasn’t fair, but you weren’t “life”. You could choose to give him more. Yet, all you felt you could offer was your own body. Just the physical, never the inside.

You knew that he wanted more. He was terrible at hiding that flash of disappointment whenever you didn’t give him what he wished for.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” You broke the silence that had fallen between you.

Reaching the car, Jayce opened the passenger side door for you. Entering and sitting in the driver’s seat, he nodded.

“I always do.” He said softly.

“Why?”

“I feel like we keep having this conversation.” He let out a sigh. “Have you never had anyone want to get to know you?”

“Not really.” You shrugged. “I mean, I only have Mel and Viktor as friends.”

“They’re both curious people.”

“I guess. Friends, I guess have wanted to get to know me. Never lovers.”

“Lovers?”

“Is that not what we are?” You asked. “You know, people that mess around together.”

“Mess around…” Jayce trailed, then sucked his teeth in thought.“Why did you want me to take you on a date?”

Biting your lip, you thought on it. Why did you? You hadn’t really put too much thought on it.

“I guess I thought it was appropriate.” You leaned your head back on the headrest, turning to look at him. “We’ve done so much, but we haven’t actually gone out together.”

“So you only asked because it was appropriate?” He sounded hurt. Shit, you fucked up.

“I-I guess.” You slid down in the seat, scrunching your eyes shut. Frustrated at your lack of tact. “I’m not good at this kind of thing, Jayce.”

“What do you mean?” He decided not to press too hard. You were granting him one of those brief moments of allowing him inside.

“I don’t date. Haven’t dated, really. So, I’m not an expert on how this is supposed to go.” You let out a sigh, trying to push away a tightness that was growing in your chest. “I just thought this was what was supposed to happen. Considering we had skipped this step.”

“I don’t believe any part of how we’ve been going about this is necessarily conventional.” Jayce let out an airy laugh. “I don’t want you to ask me to do things because you feel it’s ‘appropriate’.”

“I wanted to go on a date with you too.” You admitted. “Just because I thought it was what we should do doesn’t mean I didn’t want this.”

“So do you actually want to continue this date?” He asked.

“I do.”

Jayce started the car and pulled out of the lot. He didn’t say where he was taking you, but it didn’t really matter to you. You were glad that your night wasn’t over just yet.

Grumbling came from your stomach, making Jayce chuckle. He motioned to the pretzels and drinks on the console, which you gladly partook in. Ripping a piece off the warm pretzel, you popped it into your mouth. While it wasn’t the best pretzel, it was fairly good for your hungry stomach.

“Mind giving me some?” Jayce asked.

“Sure.”

You pulled off a piece, then held it to his mouth. Lightly, he took the piece between his lips. His teeth slightly nipped at your thumb. A move that could’ve been seen as accidental, but was clearly purposeful based on his cheeky grin. It had your cheeks flaring red, which only made the grin grow wider.

A comfortable silence fell on you in the car. Jayce turned on the radio at a low volume. Leaning on your arm, you looked through the window as the city blurred by. Eyes watching as various people wandered the streets, focusing on the interiors of stores, looking at cars that passed by. Each one with various stories, participating in some unique nighttime activity of their own. Looking over your shoulder at Jayce, you wondered what his story was. How was this night going for him?

“What are you thinking about right now?” You asked him.

Eyeing you from his peripheral, he smiled softly. His heart bloomed at the thought of you thinking about him.

“You.”

“What about me?” You felt your heart swell. How was it so easy for him to be so casual about his affections?

“That I’m happy. Tonight has been nice. Minus the intrusion from our friends.” He paused. “Even then, the interruption was somewhat entertaining.”

“For you, maybe.” You huffed.

“I don’t blame them for being curious.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess.” You conceded. “So you’re happy with tonight then?”

“Yes. Is that hard to believe?”

“I don’t know. Again, I’m not really good at dating.” You said.

“I’m enjoying myself. There’s no skillset needed for dating.”

“I don’t know. I feel like some dates require a skill-level of some variety.” You teased.

“Semantics.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re wonderful. Don’t worry about being ‘good’ or not. I’m enjoying myself. That should be enough.”

“Well, I’m glad you are.”

Your view returned to the window, you realized you had exited the city at this point. Fields lit by moonlight passed by as you entered the interstate.

“Where are we going?” You asked Jayce.

“There’s a spot I think you’re going to like. It’s impromptu, but I’m not ready for the night to end.”

“Me neither.” You shot him a sweet smile.

After a few more miles, Jayce pulled into the parking lot of a small park located in the middle of nowhere. Shutting off the car, he turned to you. A warm hand reached for your cheek. Leaning in, you allowed him to kiss you. Warm lips met yours with soft pressure. As he pressed his lips to yours, his thumb lightly caressed your cheek lovingly. Involuntarily, you hummed with content. Jayce felt good. Kissing Jayce felt good.

This was becoming almost too natural for you. That cynical part of you was rearing its ugly head in the back of your mind. Whispering for you to stop this. To remember what had kept you away from Jayce in the first place. Fuck that. You spat back at the voice in your mind. No, you wanted this. Petty beef be damned, you were going to let that shit go. Fuck the competitive nature. Fuck having him be your enemy. You had already admitted to yourself you wanted Jayce physically. Just admit it all at this point. You didn’t just want Jayce to fuck you. You WANTED Jayce. Him, all of him.

Pressing a deeper kiss to his lips, you crawled over the car’s center console. Jayce’s eyes opened wide as you crawled into his lap. Straddling him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hot kisses trailed down Jayce’s chin and throat, making him groan. Finding his sweet spot, you nipped at his skin. Beneath you, his hips jolted. A prominent bulge had formed in his pants. Before your hips could grind against his, strong hands stopped you from moving.

Pulling away, Jayce looked into your eyes. The glimmer of affection in his hazel irises had your heart jolting. Suddenly, you felt the need to stop. The revelations that you had just come to dissipated. Instead replaced by concern.

There was no denying, you wanted him. However, did you really want him to know that? To allow yourself to give in to those feelings so easily. Chilling fear shot through your person. You could get hurt. The phrase circled in your mind, a loop of anxiety that had your chest tightening. How did things change so quickly for you?

Why was it when you came to your own conclusions you were so confident? Yet, as soon as Jayce followed your feelings, you felt the need to jump. To flee at the mere sight of his deep affections for you.

When it was just you, you were safe. Jayce joining in meant you had to rely on someone other than yourself to share those same feelings. Something you could never fully trust.

Seeing the shift in your eyes, Jayce reached for your cheek. Worry furrowed his brow.

“What’s going on?” He asked softly.

Here it was again. One of those moments that you could actually be vulnerable with him. Push away the fear and just open up. No, keep hiding.

Shutting your eyes, you let out a long breath through your nose. No, sooner or later you needed to talk. Do. It. Now.

“Jayce…” You spoke softly. “I’m scared.”

You opened your eyes, the sight of his worry had your heart jolting. Feeling like a cornered rabbit, you wanted to scurry away from him. However, you forced yourself to stay there facing him.

“I’m not being fair to you.” You glanced away from him. “I’ve never been fair to you.” You admitted.

“Many things aren’t fair.”

“But I chose to be unfair to you.”

“I don’t think so. You’re just cautious.” While you appreciated him trying to ease your concerns, you knew he was wrong.

“No, I’m being cruel. I’ve always been cruel to you.” Biting your lip, you tried to find the right words to continue. “I can’t fucking tell you anything, but you’re so willing to give your kindness to me.”

“You’re not cruel.”

“Jayce, c’mon. Don’t try to bullshit me. We both know I have treated you like absolute garbage.”

“I feel like you’ve made it up at this point.” He said, sincerity sparkling in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have had to make it up to you!” You let out a frustrated huff. “Because I shouldn’t have done it to you in the first place!” You poked into his chest. “I know you want this to be ‘water under the bridge’, but I can’t let it be.”

“Why not? That’s how I see it.”

“Because… because…” You were drawing a blank.

“Hey.” He cupped your face gently. “Do you think that you’re trying to find ways to make up whatever wrongs you feel that you believe you have done to me, to try and avoid something?”

Clenching your jaw, you tried to come up with a rebuttal. As you looked into his eyes, you softened. He was right. It wasn’t him that you were trying to avoid. It was yourself. Forcing yourself to accept what Jayce was offering you. You couldn’t, or at least felt that you couldn’t. So you could try and push on this narrative that you owed it to him to make up for something that he had forgiven you for ages ago.

“I guess I am.” You looked down, but he wouldn’t let you.

His hand gripped your chin, pulling you to look back at him.

“What are you avoiding?” His eyes pleaded with yours. Begging you to finally just tell him.

A sour taste filled your mouth, but you swallowed it down thickly. Closing your eyes, you let out a long breath. Opening them, you were met with that sweet concern in Jayce’s eyes.

“I…” You clenched your fists, frustrated that you couldn’t just spit it out. “I, urgh!” You let out a frustrated huff, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Why was this so hard?

“Hey, hey.” He spoke gently. “It’s okay.”

Nodding, you took in a deep breath.

“I don’t think I deserve this. Deserve to be with someone like you.” You bit your lip, turning away from him. “It’s so fucking cliche, and dumb.”

“Why do you think that?” His voice was soft, as if he was afraid being louder would scare you off.

“I mean I told, I’ve been so fucking mean to you.”

“And I’ve told you, I forgive you. Why is it so hard for you to accept that?”

“I have done NOTHING to earn your forgiveness.” You dropped your head into your hands.

“You’ve done plenty. You’ve done the bare minimum of apologizing.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sometimes, it feels like you want me to not forgive you. To hold a grudge.”

“Maybe we’d be even that way?” You admitted softly.

“Because you held a grudge against me all of these years?” He almost seemed amused now.

“Yes…”

“I don’t think your grudge was against me.” His words had you perking up, cocking your head with curiosity.

“You didn’t even know me.” He stopped you from trying to interject with a raised hand. “It was your idea of me that you were fighting against.”

“And what exactly was my idea of you?” He might have a point…

“I don’t know. You never really told me why you disliked me so much.”

“Do you even want to know?” The thought had you worrying. Could you ruin things if you were honest about your feelings.

“I do.” He cupped your face. “You clearly don’t feel that way anymore. So, I’d like to know what was so off-putting about me.”

“You’re really challenging me tonight, you know that?” You tried to deflect.

“Is that really such a bad thing?” He wasn’t going to fall for your attempt at shifting the conversation.

“I guess not.” “Now, tell me. Why did you hate me so much?” He gave you a toothy grin, wanting to ease your nerves.

Warm hands planted on your waist traced circles against your skin in a comforting way.

Sighing with an airy laugh, you looked at him with a soft smile.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope. Lay it on me. I can take it.”

“It’s your grave, Talis.”

“Seems like a fitting way to die. Having you in my arms.” He placed a soft peck against your lips.

“Heh, whatever.” Steeling yourself, you prepared to share your thoughts. “I didn’t hate you. I loathed you.”

“Is that much better?” He cocked a brow.

“Maybe not, but I would prefer to let you know how I truly felt.” Letting out a long breath, you continued. “You pissed me off.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You were always trying to be so nice to me.” Pausing, you came to a realization. “I think that was a contributing factor. How nice you were. No matter what, you never let the world beat you down.”

“I put on a pretty good public persona, huh?” He chuckled. “Go on, what other observations did you make that led to this ‘loathing’?” He leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Public persona?” You questioned.

“Uhuh. This isn’t time for me to share.” You gave him a pout. “But we’ll get there, promise.” He smiled at you softly.

“Fine. I always thought your sunny disposition was due to the fact that you got everything you wanted. Or at least everything that I wanted.”

“That seems like a bit of an exaggeration. I’m no different than anyone else.”

“Bullshit.” You poked him hard in the chest. “You’re a fucking genius. Always winning awards, being the teacher’s pet, coming up with the most innovative ideas…”

“And this made you dislike me?” Jayce chuckled at the absurdity.

“Yes!” You grumbled. “You wouldn’t get it. You were always praised, for like everything.”

“And you weren’t?”

“No, of course not! Not when I’m being compared to you and Viktor all the time!” A bubble of irritation popped in your mind.

“What are you talking about?” Jayce was getting defensive. “If anything we were being compared to you. ‘She’s so hard working, always on the clock. Wish we could see more effort like that from others’.” Jayce quoted someone from his past.

“But you guys were always placing first at competitions. And professors loved you!”

“Yeah, they loved our work. I was kind of a terrible student…” Jayce trailed.

“No way. Heimerdinger loves you guys!”

“He mostly loves Viktor, I just kinda happened to be Viktor’s best friend.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! I never did homework. Aced every single test and exam, but assignments would get randomly turned in.” He laughed, a boyish smile on his face. “I know you always did.”

“I try to make a good impression.” You shrugged. “I could’ve behaved like you and still passed, but I had an image to uphold.” Your father’s disappointed face flashed in your mind.

“Which is why people loved you. Such a hard-working studious woman.” He teased, leaning in to kiss you again.

Giggling against his lips you let out a content sigh.

“I feel like you’re kissing me to reward me for being honest.” You admitted, red dusting your cheeks.

“Or… I just really like kissing you?” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “So, what else is there?”

Pausing, you thought on it. There really wasn’t much else was there? Your frustration with his achievements, his happy-go-lucky attitude, and the people that adored him. Huh, you could’ve sworn there was more.

“Um, I guess there really isn’t much more.” You looked at him sheepishly.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah…”

“You’re telling me, you held this petty little grudge over those few factors?”

“I guess.”

Jayce burst out laughing. His chest bouncing with each harsh laugh. You couldn’t help but join him. God, it was fucking ridiculous wasn’t it? Both of you giggled at the realization. It felt good. It felt freeing.

Wiping away tears, Jayce pulled you to his chest. Holding you in a tight embrace, he kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you for telling me.” He said softly.

“Even though my ideologies were totally ridiculous?”

“Yes. Even though they’re ridiculous.”

Looking up at him, your heart jolted. Pure adoration filled his eyes. Another realization hit you; this date was going to change things. In the end, you didn’t mind that. Not at all.

“So, uh, what now?” You leaned back to look at him.

“I did bring you here for a reason. It wasn’t planning on interrogating you about your thoughts.”

“Then what did you want to do here?”

He opened the car door, motioning for you to get off of him. Walking out, you took in your surroundings. The small park you were at held a sad looking wooden playground. Surrounding it was a mostly empty field with the occasional tree strewn about.

From the trunk of the car, Jayce pulled out a large blanket. Taking your hand, he guided you to a spot in the field. After laying down the blanket, he laid down on it. Patting beside him, he invited you to join. Kneeling down, you slid beside him. Humming, you nuzzled into his warmth.

“Look up.” He said.

Following his gaze, you looked up at the night sky. A gasp escaped your lips. Out on the countryside there was little light pollution. Stars filled the dark. Thousands upon thousands of twinkling lights had you in awe. You couldn’t ever recall seeing a night sky like this before. Sure, you could find the Big Dipper or Orion. However, you never could see this many before. It was beautiful. Reaching for Jayce’s hand, you gave it a squeeze.

“I’ve never seen this many stars before.” You said.

“Really?” Jayce turned to look at you, his heart swelling at the awestruck look on your face.

“Never.”

“My mom used to take me out to places like this in the countryside. Where she grew up, there wasn��t much electricity. She was able to see night skies like this all the time.”

“She wanted to share that with you?” You asked. It was a sweet thought, picturing a young Jayce stargazing with his mother.

“Yeah she did. We sometimes still do it.” Turning on his side, he leaned his head on his arm. “Do you have anything you do with your family like this?”

Shaking your head side-to-side, you grimaced.

“No, my parents weren’t really the family outing types.”

“Oh.” Jayce felt awkward.

“It’s no big deal. I managed to make my own fun.”

Jayce reached for your hand, kissing it softly. The tender action had your heart swelling.

“Oh! Speaking of parents. My mom is gonna be visiting during homecoming next week.” He beamed at you. “You should meet her, I know she’ll love you.”

“I don’t know Jayce. How would you even introduce me?”

That had him pausing.

“Uh, um. As my friend, I guess?”

You raised a brow at him.

“I feel like we’re more than that at this point.”

“My girlfriend?” He tried, biting his lip.

The phrase had your cheeks flaring up. Again, you had yet to truly label whatever it was the two of you had going on. Deciding that you needed to be brave, you asked.

“Do you want me to be?”

Jayce perked up.

“Do you want to be?” He asked.

“What happens if I say I don’t know?”

“We keep things as they are.” Jayce sighed, feeling a pang in his chest.

“Jayce…” You trailed.

“Yes?” He said your name softly.

“I need you to know that I want to be with you. I just…”

“It’s okay.” He leaned over your body, face mere inches from yours. “We’ll go at a pace we’re both comfortable with.” He pressed his lips to yours.

“What if it never speeds up?” You asked, worry cracking your voice.

“So be it.”

“You’d be willing to do that?”

“I’ve been willing, for a while now.” He gave you a soft smile. “You worry too much about this labeling stuff. I just want to be with you. In any capacity.”

Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his. It slowly became deeper. Jayce’s tongue tracing over your bottom lip. Opening your mouth, you slid your tongue with his. Both of you groaning at the taste. When you pulled back, both of you were breathing hard.

“I’ll do it.” You said.

“Do what?” Jayce asked. “I’ll meet your mom. It’s the least I can do with how many concessions you’ve been giving me.”

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“I don’t want you to do things because you feel like you owe me.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” You argued.

“If you say so. I will take you up on your offer though. Like I said, I know my mom is gonna love you!”

“So is she just visiting to see the game, or just to see you during spirit week?” You asked.

“Oh, no, she’s specifically coming on Family Day.” Jayce gave you a confused look, wondering why you didn’t come to that conclusion on your own.

“Family Day?” Your eyes widened, and your stomach dropped. “Fuck.”

That damn day. You had forgotten all about it. An excuse for your father to visit you on campus, and he always took it. Always.

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a99jazzybean · 13 days ago

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AO3 curse strikes me again, this time literally! A deer slammed into my car while driving to work! So I guess I’ll have time to work on more fic stuff while I wait for insurance to handle things since I can’t work till I have my car back. 😭

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a99jazzybean · 13 days ago

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Jazzy, write a one shot that isn’t 4K+ words challenge: impossible.

Idk why, my brain will not let me just write smut without giving a reason as to why the characters are fucking.

I think I have like one fic that’s just over 2K, but even then I put some fucking plot in there. 😭

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The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 4: A Steamy Confessional

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synop: After your sensual night, all of you can't stop thinking about each other. Chance and Parker confront their sexual interest head-on during their showers. You on the other hand, avoid it as much as possible.

words: 5.3K

includes: diceplay, chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, slight angst, disassociation, mutual masturbation, smut, teasing

a/n: This is a smutty one. No minors!!! I think I'm just obsessed with diceplay atm.

“Hey.” A soft voice spoke to you as you slept.

“Hey.” This time it was slightly louder, accompanied by a small push.

Nuzzling against something soft and warm, you hummed with content. This was really nice.

Jostling your body, the voice whined your name.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes. Blinking awake your eyes connected with Chance’s.

“Morning.” You said softly.

“Morning.” He looked at your arms surrounding his body. “Could you let me go, please? I wanna go for a jog before we head out.”

Your face bloomed red as you realized you had been clinging to him like a koala in your sleep. Pulling away, you gave him an apologetic look.

“S-sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Chance cupped your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb along it. “It felt nice.”

He quickly pecked your lips, then straightened up. Before you could process the action, he was already out of the tent. A spark lingered on your lips as you watched his silhouette through the tent.

With your eyes still wide, you looked around the tent. Beside you, Parker was snoring. His hair mussed up with bed head, a trail of drool pooled on his pillow. Smiling to yourself, you let out an airy laugh. Gosh, he was cute.

Cute… the memories of the previous night hit you in the gut. Sweat prickled on your forehead at the thought. Though it was just the two of you in the space, you were suddenly feeling very claustrophobic.

Grabbing your bag, you exited the tent. Even though the sun was still rising, it was already hot. Thick humidity turned the air soupy as you walked through the grounds. Taking in the sights around you, you watched as other camps woke up. Whirring insects made up the symphony of your morning routine.

You set yourself up in the shared bathroom. Hoping you could distract yourself. It was to no avail.

As you readied yourself for the day, you thought about the events of the previous night. Touching your lips lightly, you felt the ghost Chance and Parker’s kisses. It was an unexpected turn. At this point, you weren’t exactly sure as to how you felt about it.

On one hand it was a confirmation that they were at least attracted to you. On the other hand, people don’t kiss like that. Not when they’re only attracted to you. No, there was more to it.

Even if you tried to push away the truth you knew what those kisses felt like. Hungry. Desperate. You were sure that’s how yours felt too. Why did you stop it then?

Biting your lip, you shut your eyes. Fingers gripped the bathroom countertop in front of you. Through your teeth you let out a long breath, the sound echoing through the space. Frustrated noises surrounded you as they bounced off the walls. There was a tightness in your chest. Your mind continued to race… Why? Why? Why? WHY DID YOU STOP IT?

“Because I’m scared.” In a wavering voice, you admitted that to yourself.

If you didn’t stop it. Things could have been ruined. You shook your head, growing more frustrated. But if you kept going, who knows what would happen?

“Exactly! I don’t know.” Your hands curled into your hair as you held your head. “I can’t stand the unknown. It’s too… risky.” You will get hurt regardless of what happens.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Looking up you saw your visage in the mirror. Eyes ringed with red as tears pooled at the edge. Some slipped out, trailing down your cheeks slowly. As you took in labored breaths, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself. It felt like you weren’t what you were seeing. That’s right, distance yourself from whatever the fuck is twisting inside you. You can pretend your way out of this. That’s what you’ve always done.

Placing a hand against the wall, you slumped over. Watching as your tears dropped into the sink below. Your tears.

Suddenly, you snapped out of it. Returning to look at yourself in the mirror, you wiped away the remaining liquid from your eyes. Sniffling, you stood straight. Keeping eye contact with yourself the entire time. Stop hiding.

“I can’t.” You spoke to yourself quietly.

“Can’t what?” The appearance of a new voice had you jolting.

Beside you stood a little girl, no older than six. She reached over the counter on her tiptoes, somehow managing to reach the soap dispenser on her own. Though she couldn’t reach the button to turn on the sink. Pressing it down, she gave you a nod of acknowledgement.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You said back. Nice, she knows her “p’s and q’s”.

“Are you sad?” She asked.

The blunt curiosity of children was certainly something else. Though you supposed that “tact” wasn’t necessarily in a six-year-old’s vocabulary.

“No, I’m good.” You gave her a soft smile, one she returned.

Letting out an amused huff you spotted two missing teeth.

“Bet you got some good funds from the tooth fairy.” You joked, happy to have a distraction.

“I have!” Her grin grew wider. “She gave me…” The girl counted on her fingers. “Twenty-five dollars!”

Your jaw dropped at the number.

“Guess inflation really hit everyone, huh?” You joked.

“What?” She cocked her head.

“It’s nothing. An adult joke.” You said, then realized how bad that sounded. “A joke that adults would understand.”

“Ooh. Okay.”

After a moment, it dawned on you that this child was unaccompanied. Looking around the bathroom you tried to see if anyone else was inside. Checking under the stalls, you realized she was alone. Sighing, you knew what you had to do.

“Hey, um, where are your parents?” You asked.

“At our camp home.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Do they know you came to the bathroom?” Oof, that sounded a bit creepy.

“No.” Of course they don’t.

“Here, let’s get you back to your camp. Do you know what direction you came from?”

“I know the number!” She put up two numbers on her fingers.

“Is that a fifteen or six?” You asked.

“Fifteen. Gosh, you’re kinda slow.” That had your eyes widening.

“Who the f-” You paused, composing yourself. “Who taught you that phrase?”

“My dad. He says slow people are-” You cut her off from finishing that sentence.

“Your dad sounds lovely.” You grumbled. “You probably shouldn’t say that kind of stuff around strangers.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Now, let’s get you back to camp fifteen.” You motioned for her to follow you out of the bathroom.

A quick lap around the camp had you stopping at the site. A giant camper stood in the spot. Sitting smoking a cigarette was a blonde woman. When she saw you approach, she perked up.

“There you are, Lindsay. Where did you run off to?” Eesh, mother of the year.

The woman stubbed out the cigarette under her foot, then approached you.

“I went potty. This person said I should go back to my camp.”

The woman eyed you suspiciously.

“S-sorry… she was just alone. I thought maybe she was lost.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, hoping that this interaction would end quickly.

“I see. Thanks.” She said in a monotone voice.

“Don’t mention it.” You shot awkward finger guns, then turned on your heel.

From a distance you heard the little girl mention the phrase “adult joke.” Cringing inwardly, you quickened your pace back to the bathroom.

Thankfully all of your stuff was still in the building. Shaking yourself off, you calmed your racing mind. Perhaps the odd interaction was good for you. It left you more concerned over what her parent thought rather than keeping you occupied with thoughts of the men. A win is a win, you supposed.

When you finished up, you made your way back to the tent. Parker was chilling in one of the lawn chairs. When he saw you approach he gave you a bright smile.

“Where’d you run off to? I missed you.” He teased.

“I was getting ready. Instead of sleeping away the day.” You teased back as you placed your bag in the trunk of the truck.

“Sleeping away the day huh? I’ll have you know, it’s six am!” He looked at the nonexistent watch on his wrist.

Checking your phone, you realized he was right.

“I guess you are a well-functioning member of society.” You conceded, joining him in a lawn chair.

From behind, you heard the sound of jogging and heavy breathing. Pulling up to you, Chance stopped. Leaning over he took in deep breaths, puffing them out. He was soaked in sweat after his jog. Somehow, that didn’t make him any less attractive.

“Need a shower, big man?” Parker asked, hopping out of his seat.

“Fuck yes.” He panted out. “It’s so fucking hot out.” He wiped off sweat from his head.

“Coolio, I’ll join you!”

“Join me?” Chance’s face grew red, and it wasn’t from the workout.

“Yeah. Like I’ll take shower in a different stall.” Parker raised a brow, then smirked. “Oh! Did you want to shower in the same stall?” He teased.

“I didn’t say I wanted to. That’s what I thought you were implying.” Chance wouldn’t fall for that one.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be opposed…” Parker bit his lip, eyeing Chance up and down. Waggling his brows he leaned toward the man.

“Whatever, man.” Chance rolled his eyes, then made his way to the tent.

“Aww, you’re no fun.” Parker pouted, following him to grab his own stuff.

When they were prepped, Parker waved goodbye.

“You guys leaving me alone?” You asked nervously, eyeing the direction that the girl was staying at.

“Uh, yeah?” Parker raised a questioning brow. “Something happen?”

“A parent at this camp may be under the impression that I’m a child groomer.” You said.

Chance and Parker glanced at each other, then chuckled.

“You know what? I don’t even need context for that. Toodaloo!” Parker wiggled his fingers as he and Chance made their way to the showers.

“If I’m in handcuffs, falsely accused, I’m blaming you two!” You shouted after them.

“I’ll cover your bail, sweetheart!” Chance teased back.

Leaning over the back of the chair, you sighed. Watching the two of them walk off, you wondered what was really going to transpire in the shower. No, you shouldn’t think of that. Shaking your head, you turned back around. Looking down at the fire pit, you decided to make yourself some coffee. Surely that’s what you needed. It was probably your tired state that had your mind wandering so much. Yeah, that’s what it was.

In the showers, Chance and Parker occupied separate stalls. Much to Parker’s dismay. After last night he was hoping he could get something out of at least one of you. Chance seemed like he had been the most into the activities, so he thought maybe he could get his friend onboard with him. Alas, Chance decided to go solo. Still, that didn’t mean Parker couldn’t bring it up.

“So, Chance…” Parker trailed as he lathered himself up with bar soap.

“Yes, Parker?” Chance could already feel his body temperature rise. He knew exactly where this was going.

“What did you think of last night? Any suggestions on my kissing techniques?” Parker asked, smirking to himself.

Chance could picture the cheeky grin that was plastered on his friend's face. Of course Parker would want to tease him about this. Fine, he could play this game too.

“You could use less tongue.” Chance said, biting his own tongue to hold back a laugh.

“L-less tongue?” Parker was taken aback at how quickly the other man answered.

“Yeah. Kinda felt like you were trying to shove it down the back of my throat.” Again, Chance held back a laugh.

“W-well I think you could’ve used more!” Parker shot back, red in the face.

“I thought you wanted my opinion on your technique?” Chance spoke lowly.

“I do! But you came out of the gate on the negatives!”

“You asked for suggestions. If you wanted a full review you should’ve said that.”

“Fine! I would like a review. The good and the bad.” Parker puffed his chest out.

“If you say so…” Chance trailed, recalling the events of the previous night.

He couldn’t deny, kissing Parker was nice. It might have been a bit of a lie telling Parker he used too much tongue. When he got a taste of the man, fuck, he needed more.

“I was exaggerating about the tongue.” Chance admitted. “You’re pretty good with it.” He felt his face flush.

“Is that so?” Parker chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?” Chance’s voice was growing strained.

“Yeah.” Parker said lowly.

Both could feel their heart rates picking up. Parker held a hand to his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his skin racing. Pounding that only increased with each recalled memory of the previous night.

“Would you want to do it again?” Parker asked, crossing his fingers with hope.

Leaning his hand against the shower wall, Chance wondered how honestly he should answer. They already kissed, but what else would progress if they continued to get physical with each other? Did that even matter? He wanted more, NEEDED more. All of this questioning was just holding him back from what he craved. So what really was the point of stopping himself?

It was clear that Parker at the very least wanted to continue. Both of them had tried to keep going last night. In the end, it was you that had stopped things from progressing any further. Truly, you were the hurdle that they would have to get over. He knew that Parker wanted him too. So why was Chance becoming so nervous about responding?

“Yes.” Chance admitted, then immediately regretted it.

What the fuck would he do if Parker ultimately didn’t want him? This could easily be just one of the many ways the man enjoyed fucking with him. He could just say it was a joke, and Chance would be none the wiser.

“I do too.” Parker said softly. He could just barely be heard over the sound of the running showers.

“Y-you do?” Chance felt a rush of heat move through him.

“Yes, Chance. Of course I do.” Parker was also trapped in his thoughts.

He too wondered how well this confession would truly go. You were barely into your month-long trip, and he could easily fuck everything up. Reveal things too quickly, forcing both you and Chance to pull away from him. This damn fear of ruining your friendship was truly holding you all back from just fucking admiting everything. To do that was to be vulnerable, to do that was the most frightening thing imaginable. For now, Parker could rely on the facade of mutual attraction. Yeah, just a want to be “friends with benefits.” Nothing else. He just had hot friends. That’s all.

The thought alone crushed his heart. However, that was a pain he was willing to accept if that meant even gaining a taste of you and Chance.

“You’re really hot, Chance. I mean, how can you expect a guy to not want to get with you…” Parker trailed, looking down sadly. This is how it has to be.

Chance’s brow furrowed. He had known Parker long enough now. He was holding something back. However, he had a feeling it was something they were equally hiding away. So be it, he would also accept the hurt. Just for a taste, only for a taste.

“When you say get with…” Chance gulped hard. “What do you mean?” His voice slightly wavered.

“It’s not rocket science, Chance. C’mon…” For some reason, Parker couldn’t even say it himself.

Pulling the shower curtain to the side, Chance peeked out.

“Parker, do you want to fuck me?”

With a shaky hand, Parker reached for the shower curtain. Peeking his head out, he caught Chance’s gaze. Heart jolting as the man gave him that dark, hungry stare.

“If I said yes, what would that mean? For us?” Parker looked down, shuffling awkwardly.

“It would mean we mutually want to have sex with each other.” Chance gave him a smirk that had Parker shivering.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Let’s finish up, yeah?” Chance returned to the shower.

Looking down, he held back a groan. After that conversation, he was rock hard. Though, he wasn’t alone in his predicament. Parker was also extremely turned on.

Gripping his cock, Parker held back a groan. Looking up in the direction of Chance’s shower, he wondered…

“Do you think they want to have sex with us?” Parker broke the thick silence that had permeated in the area.

His question had Chance’s eyes widening. He remembered how you were last night. Moaning against his kiss. Whining when he and Parker went for your neck. So sensitive…

“I do.” Chance answered.

“M-me too.” Parker had begun stroking himself. Also thinking about you last night.

Realizing what was happening, Chance chuckled darkly. The sound shot straight to Parker’s cock. Biting his tongue he held back a whine threatening to escape him.

“Parker?” Chance reached for his own cock, gripping himself tightly with a groan.

“Y-yes?” Parker had paused his stroking, waiting for Chance.

“Are you touching yourself?” The low timbre of his voice had Parker shivering again.

He nodded, then realized Chance couldn’t see him.

“Yeah. I am.”

Looking down at his cock, Chance came up with an idea.

“Wanna play a game?”

“W-what kind of game?” Parker gulped. He was buzzing, extremely excited to see where Chance was taking this.

“Whoever cums first owes the other a blowjob.”

“Uh, okay…” Parker could care less who won with those stakes. However, he was a fan of winning games. At least he was going to try.

“I’m not done.” Chance’s voice remained low. “We have to confess things to each other.”

“L-like what?” Oh, Parker was certainly not going to last.

“Things about each other, about…” He said your name lowly. “And no cop outs.”

“Understood. Who’s first?” Parker gulped, hand at the ready.

“I can go first, since it’s my idea.” Chance started pumping his fist. “My first wet dream was about them.” Chance confessed.

“Y-you’re not alone there.” Parker admitted.

“C’mon Parker, you can’t just steal mine.” Chance let out a huff as he continued to move his hand up and down his length. Thumb teasing under the head of his cock, making him hiss.

“F-fine.” Parker let out a whine, doubling over himself to try to stay standing. “I’ve stolen underwear from both of you.” Parker admitted, his face turning red. Whether it was from the situation he was in, or the confession, he didn’t know. Not like it really mattered. Not when Chance couldn’t even see him.

“I was wondering who was doing that.” Chance chuckled. “I hope you put them to good use.” He teased.

“It’s your turn… asshole.” Parker huffed, then moaned. Already he could feel his balls tightening with the need to release.

“I’ve touched myself while wearing your sweaters.” Chance decided to stay on-theme. He fisted his cock faster, watching as beads of precum dribbled down his length.

“F-fuck.” Parker whined. “I’ve had to run off to masturbate during some of our hangouts.” He spat out.

“R-really?”

“Yes really! You guys really can be the worst with your teasing.” Parker whined again.

“Fuck.” Chance breathed out, feeling his cock twitch at the sound. “I thought you guys looked really hot in your cosplays last year. Like, it took a lot to not just fold right then and there.” Chance recalled you and Parker’s couple’s cosplay when you went to C2E2.

“I think it’s really hot when you do villain monologues.” Parker said. Both of them, damn nerds.

“I’ve written out sex scenes between your G&G characters.”

“Wait,” Parker paused, “you have?”

“Yeah…” Chance trailed.

“You have to show me them sometime.” Parker started stroking himself again.

Chance could feel his impending orgasm on the horizon. Based on how ragged Parker was sounding, it wouldn’t be much longer for his friend.

“I really want you to watch you fuck them.” Parker confessed, whining out your name.

That had Chance almost cumming.

“Y-you want to be cucked?”

“Uh, yeah.” Parker was shaking as he held back his orgasm. “It’s your turn, Chance.” There was no way Parker was going to make it through this.

“I think they have a great ass. Like, I really wanna take em’ from behind…” Chance groaned as he thought about you.

“Y-yeah they do have a sweet ass.” Parker pictured said part of your body and shivered. Then he thought of Chance fucking you from behind.

“I really want us to take them at the same time.” Parker said, he knew he was going to be done for.

“F-fuck really?” Chance pictured you sandwiched between them. A moaning writhing mess as they both filled you up. Oh, he definitely wanted that.

Knowing that Parker was close, Chance decided to throw out his trump card.

“I really want you to ride me.”

Yup, that did him in. From the other stall, Chance could hear Parker stutter out a moan. Parker slammed a hand on the shower wall as his cock spurted out hot ropes onto the shower floor. He groaned at the feeling of one of the hardest orgasms he had ever experienced.

Chance followed behind him. Letting out a low groan as he came. The little sounds coming from Parker’s stall had his dick twitching. Shutting his eyes tightly, he let the pleasure course through his body, forcing out ropes of cum.

Afterwards the two finished showering in silence. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. Moreso, thoughtful. Both of their minds raced after the activity they had just completed together.

When they exited the shower, the two stood staring at each other for a while. Both were dripping wet with towels wrapped around their waists. Red dusted their cheeks.

Taking the initiative, Chance moved toward Parker. Cupping his face, he pulled him into a deep kiss. A surprised sound turned into a moan as Parker returned the kiss. Soon, it became sloppy. Tongues tangling together as they groaned. With a hand to his chest, Parker stopped Chance.

“We should probably finish up.” His chest was heaving. “Don’t want to leave our friend waiting for too long.”

“R-right.” Chance said.

Before fully pulling away, he pressed a soft kiss to Parker’s lips.

When the two finally returned to camp, you gave them a suspicious look. As your gaze darted between them, you spotted the blush on their cheeks. How interesting…

“You guys sure took your time.” You said pointedly.

“And you weren’t arrested! It’s a miracle.” Parker tried to deflect with a joke. You weren’t going to let that slide.

“So, what kept you so busy?”

“The showers took a bit to heat up.” Chance lied, heat rushing to his cheeks.

“Chance, you should know me by now.” You stood up from your seat, walking to the picnic table. Grabbing a mug, you poured him some of your freshly made coffee. When you handed it to him, you leaned toward his ear and whispered. “I know when you’re fucking lying to me.” Pulling back, you gave a satisfied smirk. Catching the darkening red on his cheeks.

“Whatever it was had to be embarrassing if you won’t just spit it out.” You looked at Parker, giving him an opportunity to speak.

He didn’t take it. Instead, remaining tightlipped and wide eyed. The man looked to Chance for the next steps.

“What? Were you guys jerking each other off or somethin’?” You took a sip of your coffee, your teasing smirk visible over the lip of the mug.

“Not exactly?” Chance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Both your expression and jaw dropped at the slight confession. Blinking slowly, you looked between them.

“You guys did not…” The thought had your face flushing. Shaking off your flustered state, you decided to move on. “You know what? I don’t need to know anything else. Hope you two had fun, I guess.” You moved to sit back down, facing away from them.

A cheeky grin grew on Parker’s face. Sidling next to you, he spoke lowly.

“Are you jealous? Feeling a bit of FOMO?” He giggled as red bloomed on your cheeks.

“W-what? No! I’m just flustered cause you guys just admitted to mutually masturbating!” You clamped your mouth shut, realizing how loud you just were.

Cackling broke the awkward silence. Parker wiped away a tear as he laughed at your expense.

“You really do have a way with words.” He teased, nudging you in the ribs.

“Do you have anything to add?” You motioned to Chance, who had been relatively quiet at this point.

“Uh. Nope!” Stiffly, he set his coffee down. “I’m gonna tear down the camp.”

“Urgh! You do not get to avoid this, asshole.” You stomped up to him.

“If you’re going to be over here, help me out.” He said nonchalantly.

“You’re just going to ignore the conversation?” Crossing your arms, you let out a frustrated huff.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing. Now, pull out the stakes for me.” He motioned for you to move along.

Rolling your eyes, you let out another huff. Though, you still helped him tear down the tent. A significantly easier process than putting it up.

“There!” You dusted your hands when you were finished. “Now, back to-” You were stopped with a finger to your lips.

Chance leaned toward you, eyes dark.

“No. The conversation is done.” He said lowly.

“Yes sir!” Parker said, feeling as flustered as you were.

Rolling his eyes, Chance packed up the rest of your belongings in the trunk of the truck. For a moment you didn’t move, as if you were stuck in a daze. What the fuck happened to get the two of them so confident? Mutual masturbation… Your mind wandered.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you joined your friends in the car. Taking up your spot in the front seat, you eyed Chance. Looking over at you, he raised a brow.

“Everything alright?” He asked, starting up the truck.

“Yeah. Everything’s great.”

“It sure is!” Parker joined in, looping an arm around your neck. “We’re going to the zoo!”

Oh yeah, that’s right. The road trip continues.

Your next destination was the Omaha Zoo. Approximately two-hours away. Two hours felt like a lifetime now that you were stuck with your friends. Especially considering there would only be cattle and cornfields to look at as you drove out of Iowa. Eyeing Parker, you spotted that teasing glint in his eyes. One that screamed trouble for you.

Perhaps you could use the time to take a nap. Yeah, two hours of sleep would do you some good. Leaning against the window, your eyes fluttered shut. A warm hand on your thigh had you jolting up. Following the appendage, you saw that it was connected to Chance. A smirk was on his face as he spotted you watching him from the corner of his eye. His thumb traced around your thigh, sending a shiver through your body. Licking your lips nervously, you decided to just ignore it.

Leaning back against the window, you clamped your eyes shut. Closing your eyes made it worse. Emphasizing the feeling of his hand on you. His hand was close to an area you really wanted him to go… Grumbling to yourself, you pushed the thoughts away. No! You were going to take a nap.

“Everything okay?” He chuckled at the repetitiveness of the question.

“Yes. Perfectly fine, thank you.” You continued to face away from him.

“If you say so.” His voice held a teasing lilt to it.

For the next hour and a half you attempted to fall asleep, but the man wouldn’t stop. Leaving his hand burning against your thigh. Occasionally stroking over the muscle softly, sending shivers through your body. There was no way in hell you could fall asleep in these conditions. When you tried to shut your eyes, all you could think about was what else that hand could be doing to you.

As you struggled internally, Chance was extremely amused. You could have easily pushed his hand away by now. Yet, you hadn’t. Almost as if you liked it.

Giving your thigh a squeeze, Chance had you jolting up. Turning to him wide eyed, you saw him glance at you then back at the road.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked.

“You woke me up.” You lied.

“Is that so?” He hummed with amusement. “What was that thing you told me earlier?”

“I dunno?” You squeaked out.

“I know when you’re fucking lying to me.” He spoke lowly. “So, care to share what’s on your mind?”

Parker leaned in between the two of you, shoulder on your seat as he peered over at you curiously.

“Yeah, what’s on your mind?” Parker purred your name.

“Just that I wanted to get some more rest before another fun day!” You felt a sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“You sure you aren’t thinking about us?” Parker asked.

“Why would I be thinking about you?” You furrowed your brow, attempting to look intimidating. It wasn’t working.

“I dunno, maybe because you made Chance and I make out last night. Then you made out with us?” He leaned toward you.

“That was just to get you guys to make up.” You faced away from him and muttered. “Plus, it seems like you two really made up…”

“What was that?” Parker teased.

“Nothing!”

“Didn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s Nunya.” You crossed your arms. “Nunya business.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Nice one.” Chance chuckled patronizingly.

“What is with you two?” You decided to just confront whatever this was head on.

“What ever could you mean?” Parker asked, eyes glimmering mischievously.

“I mean, you guys have been teasing me since last night!” You felt your breathing grow labored.

“Teasing?” Parker looked at Chance. “Have we been teasing them, Chance?”

“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” Chance tapped his chin with a smirk.

“See, no teasing here.”

“Fuck you.” You growled through clenched teeth.

“I mean, if you insist.” Parker leaned toward you.

“T-that’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Your face was bright red.

“It’s not?” He looked down at Chance’s hand still on your thigh. “We could test that out.” Parker purred against your ear before nipping at it.

“P-parker…” You breathed out, eyes wide.

Slowly, Chance slid his hand up your thigh. The action made your eyes widen even more. Parker’s grin grew as he watched you get more and more flustered.

“Yeah, I wonder what Chance would feel if he just kept…” Parker eyed as Chance’s hand continued to crawl up your thigh.

Looking through the windshield, you saw your saving grace. The tall glass structure of the Desert Dome, a beacon of hope. Oh how you were happy to see it!

“Oh! Would you look at that! There’s the zoo!” You shoved them off of you, curling up against the door.

“I guess so.” Chance glanced at Parker, then you.

When you parked, Parker hopped out of the truck. You tried to follow him quickly, but were stopped by a strong grip on your arm. Ripping you back, Chance pulled you to face him. Nose to nose, you gasped. He smirked as he felt your breath fan over his face.

“This conversation isn’t over.” He purred, lips brushing against yours.

“What conversation?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure.

“Don’t try to be coy with me. It’s not a good look on you.” Chance spoke lowly.

“I’m not trying to be anything, Chance.” You said, eyes narrowing. “Let me go.”

“We will continue this.” He commanded, voice shooting straight to your core. “Stop denying yourself.”

With that, he released your arm. Leaving you with the light touch of his lips against yours.

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a99jazzybean · 14 days ago

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i am on my hands and knees BEGGING for a parker fic. YOU WRITE HIM SOOO WELL AND I'VE LOVED THE FICS YOU'VE WRITTEN W HIM AND CHANCE!!!!! but may i request a parker x afab!reader fic where a game of twister goes south? aka they slight touches and glances have each other getting all hot and bothered n end up giving in and having sloppy sex?? NO PRESSURE OFC!!! HOPEFULLY THIS FINDS YOU WELL!!!!🫶

I decided to tie this one to Bop It to Start! Thank you for the request!

What a Twist

synop: As he plans for your next game night, Parker goes to Chance and learns a thing or two about how to dominate you. Taking this information, he decides your next game will come with a bit of a twist.

words: 5.3K

includes: diceplay, parkerxgn!reader, afab!reader, dom!parker, sub!reader, smut, teasing, blowjobs, oral, squirting, creampie, dom/sub dynamics, fantasies

a/n: fuck it here's a lil diceplay taste for some added flavor. This story is very smutty! No minors!

Another week, another game night. Parker had been anxiously awaiting the night. Ever since your previous game, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. The way you had played with him was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Sure, he was very very fond of you even when you weren’t dating, but now? He was obsessed. Thoughts of you, you, you, raced through his mind constantly. When you occasionally graced his presence during the week, he was ecstatic. Constantly pressing kisses to your face, leaving little love bites on your skin.

This newfound attention from the man was exciting. You definitely could get used to this kind of treatment. Little did you know, he had more ideas to try out with you.

Since you had taken control during your last game night, Parker believed it was only fair that he got a turn. After all, fairness was very important to him. Besides, he knew that he would make you enjoy what he was going to do. He just needed to make sure he had another solo game night with you.

“Chancey poo!” Parker waltzed into the office speaking in a sing-song voice.

“Parker, I’ve already told you, I’m not rolling your dice.” Chance was sitting behind his GM screen working on campaign notes.

“Oh Chance, I’m not here for that…” Parker whistled nonchalantly. “I am not opposed to you rolling though!” He leaned over Chance’s screen, pushing the die’s glasses up his nose.

“I’m not.” Chance sighed, waving Parker’s hand off and pinching the bridge of his nose. “What are you here for?”

“You know how game night is tonight?” Parker started, hoping Chance would hear him out.

“I’m aware. Do you have a special game we have to prepare for?” Chance quirked a brow. Parker had never come to him to discuss game night before.

“Not for us, exactly…” Parker trailed, red was beginning to bloom on his face at his thoughts about his plans.

“Um, then for who?”

“For just me and our homeowner…” Parker said.

“Oh.” Chance felt a little hurt. “Do you not want to play with me?” He asked.

“No, that’s not it at all. I just…” Parker bit his lip. Sucking in a breath, he decided to be honest.

“I just really want to fuck them again!” He said, face extremely red in the face.

That had Chance pausing. Looking up at Parker, he let out a chuckle.

“Again?”

“Yeah, again. The first time was really nice!” Parker’s voice cracked as he recalled the memory from that game night.

“Yeah, they are pretty nice…” Chance trailed, also recalling his time with you.

“Wait,” Parker paused, wide-eyed. “Have you…”

“Fucked? Yes. You’re not the only one they’re seeing, you know?”

“I see.” Parker swallowed thickly.

This feeling he was experiencing wasn’t jealousy. No, it was something else.

“So, how was it?” Parker asked, both curious and concerned.

“Do you really want to know?”

Parker nodded enthusiastically, though he was wringing his hands nervously. An action that Chance caught.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” Parker said softly.

“Okay.” Tapping his chin, Chance thought on it. “I really enjoyed my time with them. They’re very… pliant.”

“Pliant?”

“Yeah, like they let me do what I want. Honestly, they want me to do what I want.”

“Do what you want?” Parker was very intrigued now.

“Uh yeah…” Chance didn’t really know how explicitly he should describe his rendezvous with you.

“Care to share more?” Parker leaned toward him, making Chance’s cheeks heat up.

“Uhhhh… I don’t know, dude. I feel like that would be prying into their private life a bit too much.” Chance’s voice cracked a little.

“Afraid to share their private life, or yours?” Parker raised a knowing brow.

“So what if I just want to keep some things to myself?” Chance grew defensive, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh c‘mon, Chance! Please give me something? I really want to be good to them!” Clasping his hands in a pleading motion, Parker shook them as he begged.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chance let out a long sigh. For a moment, he sat there in thought. Eyes clenched shut as he thought of his next move. Perhaps he could learn something too…

“Fine. I’ll share more with you.” Chance put up a hand to stop Parker’s enthusiastic squeal. “But, you have to share as well.” Chance’s gaze grew dark, making Parker shiver.

“Oh! Okay!” Parker felt a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “I can totally do that for ya, pal!” He let out an awkward chuckle, red in the face.

“Very well. What do you want to know?” Chance motioned for Parker to continue.

“Maybe you could tell me what happened from the start?” Parker looked down, sheepishly.

“Seriously?”

“Yes! I really want to know!” Parker leaned even closer toward him.

“Fine, fine!” Chance sighed. “It started after they found out I could feel what they do to my die.” His cheeks burned at the confession.

“Really? That’s what happened to me too! Except it was with Bop It!” Parker butted in.

“Bop It?” Chance raised a curious brow.

“Yeeup! It’s a very tactile game, so I feel a lot more with it.” He looked at Chance, eyes sparkling. “So how does it work with your die?”

“Ah, um. Each face is a different part of my body.” He said a bit quietly.

“Can I try it out?” Parker asked, bouncing on his toes.

“N-no!” Chance’s blush grew even darker. “Besides, I’m pretty sure they’re carrying my die right now.”

“Awww. That’s too bad.” Parker pouted.

“Did you want to hear about our time together, or not?” Chance said, voice laced with irritation.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t mind me. Go on!” He waved for Chance to continue.

“Very well…” Chance let out another sigh. “After they learned about my die, they decided to tease me. See how long it would take me to crack.” Chance shivered at the thought of your lips on his die.

“And did you crack?” Parker was even more intrigued.

“Heh, yeah. I warned them, but they wanted to be a brat.” Chance’s voice grew low as he recalled the memory.

“What did you do?” Parker asked. His face was red as he remembered how you had teased him.

“I taught them a lesson. Showed them what it felt like to have their body used like that. It’s what they deserved for being so cheeky.” He chuckled darkly, the sound shot straight up Parker’s spine.

“Did they like that?” Parker’s voice cracked.

“Oh yeah.” Chance chuckled. “They were fucking soaked.”

A whine slipped out of Parker’s mouth at the thought. His mind clouded with how fucking good your drenched pussy tasted.

“Heh. Did they get that wet for you too?” Over his frames, Chance’s eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Y-yeah.” Parker gulped. “They were so wet. It was so- ”

“Hot.” Chance finished for him.

“Yeah, hot.”

“It was so easy for me to just slip in.” Chance felt himself growing hard at the thought.

“You just fucked them?” Parker asked, wide-eyed.

“Uh, yeah? They were clearly very into it. Especially considering they came really fast.”

Although he had wanted to stay tight-lipped at first, Chance was now becoming more and more engaged with this. His cock now straining against his pants, in desperate need of relief.

Looking at Parker, Chance could see he was in the same predicament. Licking his lips, he thought on how to remedy their shared problem.

“Hey, Parker?” Chance’s voice was low.

“Yes, Chance?” Parker gave him a confused look.

“Mind if we helped each other out?” Chance reached for the belt on his pants.

Parker’s eyes followed his hand, landing on the protruding bulge in the fabric. A mouthwatering sight, that had Parker audibly groaning.

“Oh, oh.” However, Parker was unsure. “B-but you haven’t rolled the dice yet…”

“Parker, we don’t need to be in a relationship to suck each other off.” Chance said.

“I-I guess not. You sure you want to?” Parker was already moving toward the man, kneeling between his legs.

“I’m sure.” Chance let out a huff at the sight of Parker sitting before him. So easy, so… willing.

“Okay. Will you keep telling me what you did?” He asked.

“Of course.” Chance wrapped his hand in Parker’s Monopoly money hair, knocking off his hat.

Slowly, Parker pulled down the man’s pants. His hard cock flopping out, tip flushed red. Chance was very thick, making Parker wonder if he could take him. No time but the present, he supposed.

Wrapping his hand around Chance’s length, Parker gave it a good tug. Chance hissed through his teeth at the feeling.

“So how did you fuck them?” Parker asked, his breath hitting Chance’s cock.

“M-multiple ways…” Chance groaned as Parker took him into his mouth. Parker’s eyes stayed locked with Chance’s intently listening to his retelling. “Ah. I first bent them over the desk.”

“Gave Dasha quite the show?” Parker teased, licking a stripe up Chance’s cock.

“I suppose we did.” Chance let out another low groan. “It was a convenient position. Made it easier to take. Mmph.” Chance shut his eyes as sparks of pleasure shot through him at Parker’s ministrations. “Easier to take control.” He breathed out.

“I’m sure they look good that way too. They did when I took them from behind.” Parker licked up another stripe.

Chance, pulled up Parker’s head with the hand in his hair.

“Save your retelling for later, I’m not done yet.” Chance spoke lowly. “You can put your mouth to use in other ways…”

“O-of course.” Parker nodded, then returned to sucking Chance’s length down his throat.

“Y-yeah. Where was I?” Chance’s hand gripped tighter in Parker’s hair. “T-that’s right, they were bent over the desk. Had em’ pretty much screaming, it’s really easy to find their sweet spot.”

As he bobbed his head, Parker nodded. He did find you were quite easy to please, something he greatly enjoyed.

“They came twice that way. F-fuck!” Chance groaned as Parker’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “Then, I fucked them against the wall.” Chance watched as Parker sucked him off, the man below him moaning around his length.

“Made them watch me ruin them.” Chance recalled the feel of your warmth. So tight and wet, not unlike Parker’s mouth and throat at the moment.

“They were begging, you know?” Involuntarily, Chance felt himself thrust into Parker’s mouth. “Thought they couldn’t take anymore, heh, but we both knew better.” Chance remembered the overstimulated tears that spilled down your cheeks as he fucked orgasm after orgasm into you.

Parker moaned again, picturing your shivering body being used like that. He bet Chance really did a number on you.

“Fuck Parker,” Chance moaned, hand rubbing down his reddened face. “Where did you learn how to do this?”

Releasing Chance’s cock with a pop, Parker smirked. Sliding his tongue over Chance’s length, he teased.

“What can I say? I love men!” He chuckled, then sucked Chance back down his throat.

“I-I think I managed to get them to cum five times. The last one I couldn’t hold myself back anymore I-” Before he could finish, Chance felt his balls tighten then release. His orgasm hit him surprisingly fast.

Parker continued to suck him off, swallowing the man’s cum with a satisfied hum. Pulling back, Chance saw that he had swallowed every drop. The sight made him groan.

“So you came? With them, I mean. Obviously you just came right now.” He teased with another smirk.

“Y-yeah, I came.”

“I think they really like it when you cum in them.” Parker said, remembering how satisfied you looked when you were finished.

“They do.” Chance agreed. “Did they get that dazed fucked out look on their face?”

“Yeah they did. It’s so fucking hot.” Parker had a glazed over look on his face at the thought.

“Don’t tell me too much.” Chance groaned, putting his cock back in his pants before standing up. “It’s your turn, storyteller.”

“Oh yeah!” Parker said, feeling giddy.

Switching spots, Parker unbuckled his belt and shuffled his game board pants down to his thighs. His own cock flopping out. Settling between his legs, Chance reached a large hand for Parker’s cock and began stroking.

“So…” He kissed up his length. “How did you start?”

“W-with Bop It. Ooh…” Parker had no idea how Chance had managed to keep speaking like this.

“Go on…” Chance took Parker’s cock into his mouth.

“F-fuck! Ah, um. The game. I. I can feel it. A-and they tried playing with me.” Parker sucked in a hard breath. Damn, this was so much harder than he thought it would be.

Chance kept eye contact with Parker, a teasing glint in his irises as his head bobbed up and down over his length.

“T-they touched the levers, and. Mmph! And I could feel EVERYTHING.” Parker’s knuckles were turning white with the death grip he had on the chair’s arm rests.

Popping up, Chance stroked Parker while he spoke.

“What did it feel like?”

“Oh. Like m-many things. Painful, but also really really gooooood…” Chance’s mouth returned around his length.

“I was so fucking hard.” Parker said, doing his best not to cum right away.

“I’m assuming they figured it out?” Chance swirled his tongue around the head of Parker’s cock.

Nodding, Parker continued.

“Y-yes they did. They asked if I wanted them to keep playing. Oh, oh, oh! Oh, and I did!” Chance had deepthroated his cock now. “So, so, they made me eat them out. And… they kept playing the game.”

“How’d they taste?” Chance asked lowly.

“S-so fucking good!” Tears were pricking at Parker’s eyes. Fuck, Chance was good at this. “I really want to taste them again!”

“You’re lucky.” Chance lapped up his length again. “I haven’t gotten the opportunity to… yet.”

“Y-you should when you can.” Parker moaned, feeling his climax nearing. Not yet, he couldn’t cum yet. There was still a story to finish. “T-they squirt!”

“I’m aware.” Chance paused, stroking Parker’s length instead.

“I got them to do it multiple times! So, so sensitive.” Parker moaned.

“Then what happened, Parker?” Chance’s low timbre had Parker shivering.

“They rode me and played the game.”

“Did they cum on your cock?” Chance’s grip grew tighter.

“Oooh, y-yes. They came so hard. But I didn’t cum yet.”

“So what happened next?” Chance wrapped his mouth around Parker once more.

“They told me to use them.”

That had Chance’s brows raising. Interesting…

“S-so I pushed them down and fucked them from behind. I bit them, and fucked them. Made them cum again. And I-I, I came too!” Parker grabbed Chance’s head, fingers curled into his dark locks as he thrust up into his mouth.

Thick loads of his cum shot down Chance’s throat, which he swallowed gratefully. Parker flopped back into the chair breathing hard.

“Y-you’re really good at that.” Parker said.

“You’re pretty good yourself.” Chance stood up, offering his hand to Parker.

He took it, allowing himself to be brought into an embrace. Nose to nose with Chance, Parker pressed a kiss to his lips. Chance went wide-eyed at first, then closed his eyes. Leaning in, he kissed Parker back. The two tangling tongues, tasting each other on their tongues.

When they pulled apart, the two were red in the face. Chance rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Well, uh, thanks for doing that… with me.”

“Of course!” Parker said. “So, what should I do now?” He glanced at the clock, realizing your game night was soon.

“You take what you learned from me to game night?” Chance teased with a knowing smirk. “You seemed surprised they enjoyed me taking over.”

“W-well yeah! They weren’t like that at all with me!” Parker said.

“They will be though.” Chance puffed out his chest confidently. “Trust me, they’re gonna love it. You just gotta be more self-assured.”

“Self-assured. Right.” Parker bit his lip nervously. He had no idea if he would be able to muster up such a dominant persona like Chance. Regardless, he would try. He really wanted to experience what Chance had.

“Good luck!” Chance pat him on the back, ushering Parker out of the office. “And don’t forget to regale the details to me at a later date. This was… fun.” Chance gave him a wink, then shut the door.

“Fun. Right.”

Looking at the stairs, Parker geared himself up for game night. Before you got to the attic, he set up Twister. A plan concocting in his brain at how he would be able to dominate you.

Shortly after he was set up, you walked into the room. Sweetly, you sauntered over to him with a smile. Looking at the game, your smile grew.

“Twister already?” You asked, a teasing glint in your eye.

“Uh yeah! I was excited to play!” Parker fidgeted as he sat on the floor.

Searching the room, you realized one of your regular game night members was missing.

“Where’s Chance?” You asked.

“He had more G&G prep.” Parker lied.

“Ugh, more? Damn.” You shook your head, spiritually admonishing the die. “Well, I still have my favorite board games to play with!” You beamed at Parker, making his heart jolt.

Filled with a burst of confidence, Parker stood up. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you in. The man pressed a deep kiss to your lips, surprising you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips to his. His tongue danced over your bottom lip, then dipped into your mouth. Sliding his tongue with yours, he groaned at your taste.

“Someone is eager.” You teased, pulling away to give him a suspicious look.

“Can you blame a guy?” He nervously chuckled.

“What are you plotting?” You teased, poking him in the chest.

“P-plotting? Who’s plotting? Not me!” His face grew red.

“Riiight.” You circled around him, picking up the spinner for Twister. “So, we playing?”

“Uh, yes… but…” Parker bit his lip, he needed to grasp that feeling of confidence again.

“But?” You queried.

“But, I have something I want us to do.” He gulped nervously.

“Okay? What is it?” You eyed him.

“Uh, um…”

“Spit it out, Parker.” You walked up to him, pressing a peck to his lips.

“R-right. I want us to strip.” He puffed out his chest with faux confidence.

“Like if we lose?” You shook the spinner.

“No, like beforehand.”

“Why?” You smirked at him. This was taking an interesting turn.

“B-because it’ll…” He looked up, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. “Because it’ll make us more aerodynamic!” He nodded to himself with a satisfied smile.

“Aerodynamic?” You giggled, shaking your head. “C’mon Parker, you can do better than that.”

“W-well you had us strip during Sandyland!” He huffed. “It’s only fair I choose something we strip for.”

“And you just so happened to choose Twister as our game we’re stripping down for?” You teased.

“Yes! And that’s final!” He poked you in the chest this time.

“Fair enough.” You shrugged, then began to pull off your shirt. “How much are we stripping down to?” You asked.

Parker took a moment to respond as he was staring at your bare torso. Mouth agape at how brazenly you took your clothes off in front of him.

“Uh, just down to our underwear.” He gulped. Maybe he bit more off than he could chew tonight.

“Cool beans.” You pulled off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. Motioning to Parker, you indicated you wanted his clothes off as well.

Nodding, he followed your lead. Stripping down to his Twister themed boxers.

“There! Now we’re ready to play!” He said, voice shaky.

“Whose controlling the spinner?” You asked. Parker plucked the spinner from your hand and tossed it away.

“We actually don’t play with it for two players.” He said.

That’s right, stickler for the rules. Fair enough.

“Okay, then what are we supposed to do?”

“One of us calls out the color, the other says the body part.”

“What do you want to be?” You asked.

“I can choose the body part.” He decided.

“And I’ll be the color then.”

“Yup!”

The two of you took your positions on opposite sides of the board.

“Okay, what is the first part?” You asked, eyeing the man over.

He blushed as you trailed over his exposed body, crossing his arms over his torso.

“Uh, um. Left foot!”

“Yellow.” You added.

The two of you placed your left feet on yellow.

“Right hand.” Parker said.

“Blue.”

The two of you were now leaned on your right sides. You gave Parker a warm smile with a giggle.

“I’m not the most flexible person.” You admitted. “So don’t be surprised if I lose.”

“Well, I’m very good at Twister. So you’d probably lose anyways, even if you were flexible. No hard feelings though?” He teased.

“None taken.” You grumbled, getting your game face on. Now you had to win, out of spite, if nothing else.

“Left hand.”

“Red.” You stuck your tongue out at him as the two of you leaned down, arms crossed over the other.

“Left foot.” He said.

“Green.” You made yourselves spread your legs out.

“So much for not being flexible, huh?” Parker chuckled.

“I now have a grudge.” You said pointedly. “I see. Right foot.”

“Green.” You said, doing your best to maneuver yourself without falling.

“Seriously?” He huffed.

“You said I choose the color.”

“Right hand.”

This time you felt you needed to relax yourself somewhat.

“Yellow.”

“Aww, getting tired already?” Parker asked.

“N-no. Just taking a rest.” You shot back.

“Ah, yes. Just a rest.” He teased.

You continued calling out positions, finding yourself in a precarious one.

“Did you seriously have to put yourself on top of me?” You grumbled, purposely pressing your back up against his chest.

“Hey! No cheating! You can’t push me!”

“I’m not pushing! Just getting comfortable.” You lied.

Parker’s body surrounded yours, it was starting to get you hot. You felt trapped underneath him, and you weren’t complaining. Though you could never tell him that. It would be used to his advantage. Still, part of you wondered what it would be like in this position.

“Hey.” Parker caught your attention. “You doing okay?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

Through the game mat he could feel that your palms had grown sweaty, and it wasn’t due to the physical activity.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You breathed out, trying to push those sexy thoughts away.

“You sure?” He slightly pressed himself down on you, the heat of his body making you let out a whimper.

“Uh, yes!” You said suddenly, hoping he didn’t catch the sound.

“Positive?” He spoke lowly in your ear, then nipped it. The feeling had you jolting.

“S-sorry. That was involuntary…” You trailed.

Looking over your bare back he spotted the remnants of the mark he had given you last time. Now a faded splotch in the crook of your neck. Deciding that needed to be remedied, Parker kissed over the spot. The soft touch had you shivering.

“Parker…” You trailed, heart rate picking up.

“Yes?” He purred against your skin before biting down on the mark.

“Ah! Parker!” You gasped, doing your best to maintain your position.

“Hmm?” He kissed over the new bruise.

“I feel like that’s cheating!” You growled.

“You haven’t fallen.” He hummed.

“Just pick the next part!” You huffed.

“Right hand.”

“Green.” You said, before gasping.

As Parker moved his hand, he brushed over your clothed core. Fingers tracing over your sensitive nub through your underwear. The shock of pleasure had a loud whine escaping your lips.

“You’re already soaked.” He mused to himself before kissing your back. “Left hand.”

“R-red.” Your body shook, then jolted as you felt him touch over you again.

“Yeah, soaked. Your underwear is drenched.” He nipped at your neck.

“Parker…” You whined.

“Left foot.”

“Parker…” You whined again.

“Choose a color.” He commanded.

“Red.” You said.

Both of you stayed in a similar position, just shifting up one space. As you moved, your backside brushed against Parker’s crotch. He hissed as your ass pressed against his hard cock. Smirking, you nodded to yourself. It was good to see he was equally as obsessed with you as you were to him.

“You’re hard.” You said pointedly.

“And you’re wet.” He huffed out, trying desperately to contain himself.

“What now?” You asked softly.

“Right hand.” He croaked out in a strained voice.

Grumbling, you decided to continue to play along.

“Blue.”

As you moved your hands, you heard shuffling from behind before Parker placed his hand down. Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to look behind you.

“Left hand.” Parker said lowly.

“Yellow.”

As Parker moved his hand, you felt his finger loop at the crotch of your underwear. He pushed it to the side making you gasp. Your soaked pussy now exposed. Before placing his hand down, he slid his fingers between your folds. Arching your back you let out a pathetic whine.

“F-fuck, Parker!” You cried out.

“Left foot.” He groaned out.

“Red.” You said, shuffling your foot one space back.

Parker moved his foot forward. Your newfound position had you feeling his cock pressing against your dripping core.

“It’d be so easy.” Parker murmured lowly, rutting his hips up and down. Sliding his cock through your folds. The head of his cock caught at the entrance of your pussy, making your hips jolt. Letting out a low moan, you pressed your backside against him. Parker didn’t let you get far, pulling his hips away from you.

Whining, you shot him a glare from over your shoulder. He didn’t give, even though he wanted to. Instead, only smirked and shook his head.

“Right foot.” He purred, eyes dark.

“Yellow.” You breathed out.

Again, his cock pressed against your entrance. However, he still didn’t push in. Balling your hands into fists, you let out a frustrated groan.

“Something the matter?” He teased, though he was feeling his composure cracking. He needed to fuck you. Desperately.

“Yes, something is the matter.” You growled, gritting your teeth.

You tried to push back against him again, but he moved away from you.

“What’s wrong?” He crooned. “Are you not having fun?”

“I’m having a blast.” You spat.

“Doesn’t sound like it.” He kissed your neck.

“Parker, don’t play dumb with me.” You shot him another glare over your shoulder.

“I’m not playing dumb, I’m playing Twister!” He chuckled.

“Playing Twister with your dick out, teasing me!” You let out another frustrated huff.

He said your name softly.

“What?” You grumbled.

“All you have to do is ask.” He said, smirking as he watched you shiver beneath him.

“Ask for what?” You spoke quietly, voice wavering.

“Ask me to fuck you. I’ll do it.” He nipped at your earlobe, making you gasp.

His words made your stomach drop. This motherfucker… who does he think he is? You were the one that was supposed to do the teasing. Not him. Where was this coming from?

While you thought on it, you realized you weren’t really in such a bad predicament. This newfound dominant Parker was certainly… exciting. That, you couldn’t deny. Perhaps you could let him have his fun. Plus, you were desperate. Feeling your pussy desperately clench around nothing as he teased your dripping hole. Yeah, you needed him.

“Parker…” You whined.

“Yes?” His voice held a teasing lilt to it.

“Please…” You mustered up your words. “Please fuck me.”

“Now, was that so hard?” He chuckled lowly before pressing into you.

As his cock slid into your heat, both of you moaned. His dick pressed right into where you needed him most. With one pump of his cock smushing against your gooey sweet spot, you were spasming and gushing around him. A low moan droned out of you as your surprise orgasm ripped through your body. Eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

“Oh gosh, golly…” He breathed out as your pussy clenched around him. “D-did you just-”

Red in the face, you nodded. Yes, you did just cum already. All that damn teasing seemed to have you primed to go for the man. Fuck, you couldn’t tell if that was embarassing or hot.

“That’s so hot, oh gosh. Oh, you’re so fucking sexy…” He trailed kisses up your spine as you came down from your climax.

“Parker…” You groaned. “Please keep going.”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Pushing your face down onto the mat, Parker began to pummel in and out of you. Slick sounds filled the attic space as he used your body. Chance was right, you were so pliant like this. Fuck, Parker would never get enough of you. Each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls had you whining and crying out.

“You feel so so good…” Parker bit into your shoulder. “Thank you, oh, thank you…”

His nimble fingers found their way around your body. They began to circle your sensitive clit. The feeling began building another orgasm within you. Heat bubbling in your core as his cock slid through your soaked cunt and his fingers pressed your nub. Another peak was drawing closer, and all you could do was take it.

As Parker fucked into you, your eyes glazed over, cock-drunk. His cock pressed against your sweet spot harshly once more, making you scream out. Hands grabbing at the mat below you as he pounded in and out of you over and over. Forcing another orgasm out of you, making it last longer with each drag of his cock.

“Ah Parker!” You cried out. Your words spurred the man on.

Somehow, he pounded into you even harder than before. His hands gripped at your hips hard, definitely leaving fingertip bruises on them later. Not that you minded. Being manhandled like this was a dream come true. All you had to do was shut off your mind and allow yourself to be used.

Feeling your pussy begin to tighten up, Parker decided to switch things up. Pulling out, he flipped your body onto your back. Quickly he shoved himself into your pussy again. The feeling had you reaching for him. Hands holding his arms with a death grip as his rough movements brought you to the edge once more.

Tightly shutting your eyes, you saw stars. Your body convulsed with pleasure beneath Parker. With your pussy clenching around him, he couldn’t hold back. Pounding into you, Parker chased his high. Feeling the need to cum with you, he allowed himself to release his load into you.

The tightness of your pussy milked his cock as he came inside you. You moaned as you felt the satisfying warmth fill you. Leaning over you, Parker planted a deep kiss against your lips. Tongues tangling, you groaned. Gosh, he was addicted to your taste. There was never enough of you, he needed more.

Pulling away, Parker looked down on you. Memorizing the way you look beneath him forever. Face flushed, kiss bitten lips parted as you took in deep breaths, pupils blown out as you looked up at him.

“Fuck…” Parker breathed out.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“Wow.”

“Wow.” You nodded.

Both you and Parker groaned as he pulled out. He watched as his spend slid out of your pussy and down your thighs. He catalogued the memory, saving it to tell Chance.

Softly, he pressed kisses all over your face and body. Nuzzling your noses together, you both hummed with content.

Together you laid down on the Twister mat. Parker had you pulled against his chest, his fingers scratching your scalp as you came down. Curling into his chest, you let out a content sigh. Biting your lip, you wondered what to say to break the comfortable silence.

“That was… nice.”

“Yeah it was.” Parker hummed. “By the way, you lost.” He teased.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved his body. When he rolled back over, you snuggled into him.

“So, where did you gain all that confidence?” You asked with genuine curiosity. Truly, you wanted to know where it came from.

“Chance might’ve helped me.” He admitted.

“Is that so?” Interesting… You thought.

“Is that a problem?” He gulped nervously.

“No, not at all.” You paused, giggling mischievously. “At least not for you.”

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a99jazzybean · 16 days ago

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AHHHH! I love this so much!!! They look so good! I’m glad you enjoy the fics! I love love love when people draw their ships so much!!!

Bestie, draw more of your self-ship pls! I love people drawing themselves/Ocs with their faves! Your art style is so cute btw, I love it! ❤️

Muchos besitos- a99jazzybean 🚬🦊

OH?? MY GOD??? i love your diceplay fics so much they overtake my whole frontal lobe wth?? i'm so glad you enjoy my art!! :D thank you so much!! in fact, im so grateful i dedicate this melodice art to The Road That Leads To You chapter 2 hehehe >:D (i cant draw backgrounds so credit to whoever posted this bg on pinterest.)

also much love to you too!! edit: i was too lazy to draw parker's tattoos sorry guys my hand hurts

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a99jazzybean · 17 days ago

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Putting in a formal request for a teasing service top HectorxReader or another ParkerxReader please 🥺🥺 👉👈

I’ve read your chance and parker fics and they were all SO PEAKK MAN!!! absolutely Top tier writing!

Would personally love to see what you could come up with for him

Finally, I have done a Hector fic. Thanks for the request!

An Incentive

synop: You've been working yourself ragged, and Hector has had enough of it. After gaining your attention, he decides you need to take care of yourself in more ways than one... In order to have you comply, he provides an incentive. When he's satisfied, he'll take care of you.

words: 5.6K

includes: hectorxgn!reader, afab!reader, smut, dom/sub, masturbation, voyerism, slight angst, oral sex, squirting, creampie

a/n: I really hope I wrote Hector as a service top well! This is smutty! No minors!

Hot…

Gosh it was hot. Bent over your desk you wiped at your forehead with a groan. The gross feeling of sweat on your palm had you grimacing.

Peering up, you looked at the vent in your office. An accusatory stare hit Hector through the grates of the vent. It made his heart rate speed up. Finally…

He finally got your attention.

For the last couple of days you hadn’t put on your Dateviators. Much to your household objects' chagrin. It wasn’t intentional, you had just found yourself majorly busy. First it was Sam asking you to help her move out of her apartment. Then your grandparents needed assistance with their new computer. Your elderly nextdoor neighbor had an emergency and asked you to water the plants while they were gone. Not to mention the things you had to do yourself. Bills to be paid, car registration updated, then you realized your driver’s license was about to expire. SO MANY THINGS.

Seeing your frazzled state, most of the objects understood why you were unable to meet with them. However, there were some that were quite miffed that you didn’t take at least some time out of your busy schedule to see them.

The personification of your HVAC system happened to be one of those objects.

Watching you with bated breath, Hector twiddled his fingers in anticipation.

Stepping out of your seat, you stretched and cracked your back with a satisfying pop. Leaving your office, you immediately rounded the corner to reach the thermostat.

78 degrees…

You looked back at the vent, hand on your hip as you raised a brow at it. Pulling your Dateviators from your pocket, you placed them on your face. Hector had to hold back a squeal of excitement as he watched you witness him through the vent.

“Hector, pray tell, why does the house feel like a sauna?” You gave him an accusatory glare.

“Ah, um, well, darling, you see…” He bit his lip, suddenly embarrassed about what he had done. “I just needed you to acknowledge me.” He admitted, through the grate you could see his eyes droop sorrowfully.

A pang of guilt hit your chest at his words. It had only been a couple of days, but you suppose you had neglected some of the objects. Especially considering you still returned home everyday.

“Hector, I’m sorry.” You walked over to the vent, lifting your hand to it. “I should’ve at least said ‘hello’. I just got so busy, it was hard to even think.”

A warm hand took hold of yours, thumb caressing the top lovingly. Looking at his hand, you smiled softly. Gosh, he had nice hands…

“I hate to see you run yourself so ragged.” He said, eyes filled with concern.

“A lot had to get done. I couldn’t just leave people hanging, you know?” You let out a sigh.

It was clear you had been busying yourself so much it appeared as if it was a detriment. Your frame slumped over with exhaustion, dark circles under your eyes, nails bitten down to the bed, all accompanied by random bruises you couldn’t remember getting.

“I hate to see you hurting yourself like this, my darling.” He said with a sadness in his voice.

“I’m not hurting myself. I’m… pushing myself is all.” You didn’t know why, but you felt as if he was pitying you.

“Pushing yourself too hard.” Concern was laced in his voice. He didn’t know why he would’ve made you irritable.

“Hector, I can handle my own shit.” Why were you spitting back at him? All he was doing was checking in on you, and you return his kindness with vitriol?

“D-dearest, I never said you couldn’t.” Oh no, barely a few sentences in and this was all falling apart.

“Well it feels like you don’t think I can manage on my own.” Misplaced anger was bubbling in you. Your tired mind looking for a scapegoat to blame, unlucky for your AC, it was Hector.

He knew you didn’t mean the malice in your tone, nonetheless, it was still unpleasant to receive.

“I know you can manage, but I also know you run yourself ragged quite frequently. You could give that Breaker Box boy a run for his money with how much you push yourself to work.”

“Ugh, what do you know? I have to work,...” You looked down, rubbing your arm. “To make sure everything is taken care of.”

After you lost your job to a bot, your workaholic personality had you buzzing to do something, anything. Thus, you found yourself accepting everything offered to you. Whether it was from a person or one of your objects, you would make sure the job got done to the best of your abilities.

Typically it would only be a few tasks you would have to do. Lately, it seemed that your reliability made you a favorable choice to ask when it came to providing aid. For some reason you couldn’t say “no”. Someone could ask you to go help them dumpster dive and you would accept the job with no questions.

“I know, my love.” He offered his hand to you.

You accepted it, enjoying the feel of his warmth in your hand.

“And you are exceptional at your work, truly, you are.” He pat your hand lightly. “However, it hurts to see you like this.”

Oof, that hurt. You felt that pang in your chest again.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, unable to look at him. “I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten.”

“I should be the one apologizing.” He let out a sad sigh, twiddling his thumbs. “I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long. I need to respect your autonomy, of course. But clearly, you didn’t even realize it yourself.”

“Hector, if you’re worried about me, you can tell me. I would prefer that you do.” You gave him a look of sincerity that had his heart swelling.

“Y-you do?”

“Of course I do!” You shook your head with a smile. “I know you care about me.”

“I do, deeply. More than I could ever articulate through words alone…”

“You demonstrate your care plenty.” You pulled away from him. Placing your hands on your hips, you puffed out your chest with confidence. “So, what can I do to show you the same care?”

Eyes widening, Hector tried to find his words. You, YOU, wanted to do something for him. Wait, weren’t you just arguing about you doing too much for others? Sneaky little thing, you were.

“You can take care of yourself.” He said bluntly, hands held together.

Quirking a brow, you gave him a confused look.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I mean, you rest, recuperate, not accept any more work until you are well-rested.”

Teeth worrying over your lip, you wondered how you could get out of this one. To be honest, you didn’t really know how to take care of yourself. Outside of the bare necessities of eating and keeping yourself clean, there wasn’t much you ever thought could be considered “taking care of yourself.”

“I don’t know, Hector…” You trailed.

“Ah ah, you asked me what I wanted.” His voice held more confidence. “And I told you, so you must.”

“You got me there…” You paused. You didn’t want to come off as naive, but you felt a bit embarrassed that you didn’t have a clue as to what to do. “Um, what should I start with?”

“Hmm…” Hector tapped his chin, then a loud rumbling came from your stomach. Through the vent you heard him chuckle. “Perhaps we can start with you eating a meal.”

“Will you join me?” You asked sweetly.

“Of course, I’ll be in the kitchen.” He began to shuffle around to head to the proper vent.

“I mean, like in person.” You said, making him pause.

“Apologies, my love, but I will not.” He said, making you frown. “Now, now, I’m not trying to upset you.”

“Then what is it that you are doing?”

“Giving you an incentive.” Even though you couldn’t see it, he was smirking.

“An incentive?”

“Yes, an incentive. You wish to see me in person, you must complete all of the tasks I ask of you. Which of course, will be about taking care of yourself.”

Grumbling to yourself, you tapped your foot in irritation. Eyeing him at the vent, you pouted. Oh what he would do to have that protruding bottom lip against his own. However, he could wait. He was a very patient man, after all.

“Fine.” You had to admit, it was a nice incentive.

When Hector had finally revealed himself to you, you were absolutely stoked. Immediately you flooded him with compliments that had him flustered and blushing. A reaction that you loved getting out of him.

“Good.” Cool air began blasting through the vent, caressing your face.

“Ooooh, yessss. That’s the good stuff.” You purred as the chill hit your overheated body.

“Now, go eat.” Hector softly commanded.

Nodding, you complied.

Walking into the kitchen you were greeted by the various objects housed in the room. Giving them all a wave, you headed to Freddy.

“Hey Freddy.” You gave him a soft smile.

“Hey! Been awhile since I’ve seen ya, was afraid you were starving yourself.”

“Oh no no no, not at all. I was just out of the house a lot.” Sucking your teeth, you awkwardly continued. “And I might have forgotten to eat.”

Freddy tisked you, then opened his doors.

“Well, I’m glad you remembered now.” He waved his arm over the options in the fridge and freezer. “Let’s see, we’ve got leftover pasta carbonara, pizza, and some cold cuts for a sandwich.”

“Sheesh, I really should’ve found the time to go grocery shopping.” You pondered on your options, settling on the pizza.

You preheated your oven, then put it on a baking stone to warm up. You could feel your microwave’s eyes on you.

“Sorry Luke, Stefan just makes pizza taste better warmed up. Keeps the crust crispy.” You shrugged your shoulders.

As you prepared your meal, you waved to your vent. Pointing at your plate, you grabbed a slice and took a bite. Soon enough, you had finished your meal. Yeah, you definitely should have eaten sooner. Oh well, at least you did it now.

You returned to the vent, ready for your next task.

“Alright, Hector. What else do you got for me?”

“I was thinking you could take a shower. I left the house a bit hot, and I’m sure that was uncomfortable. I apologize for that inconvenience.”

“You sure you don’t just want to see me naked?” You teased with a smirk.

“M-my love! I, well…” Hector pulled at his collar, feeling like his vent was very stuffy all the sudden. Taking in a breath, he composed himself. “While you know I certainly appreciate your bare form, this is not about me.”

“Am I not doing these tasks for you?”

“That’s only because you asked me what I wanted. I hope that you will do these on your own otherwise.” He huffed.

“Alright, alright. Shower it is.”

Walking into your bathroom, you pulled the Dateviators off. Yes, the objects have seen you naked plenty of times. However, having them stare at you when you could see them was awkward to say the least. Especially when Johnny Splash decided to make you his muse mid scrubbing at your armpits. You tried it once, then never again. Much to the object’s dismay, especially Amir’s.

After starting the shower, you stripped down. There was one pair of eyes that you were happy to show off to. Staring directly at your vent, you gave it a wink and blew it a kiss. A sudden burst of hot air hit you, making you chuckle.

In the vent Hector practically short-circuited at your flirtation. Oh, you truly were something else.

As you showered you sang out the song that had been stuck in your head all day. Though you couldn’t witness it, Johnny attempted to harmonize with you. He did so very poorly, making all of the other objects audibly groan.

When that was complete, you dried off and wrapped a towel around you. Slipping the Dateviators back on you were met with the sight of the bathroom objects.

“Have a good shower?” Tyrell asked, giving you a once over.

“Yeah! It was very refreshing. Much needed. Thanks Johnny!”

“Uhuh, you're very welcome!” He said in his Presley-esque accent.

“Well, I’m off to get some comfy clothes.”

Back in your bedroom you pulled out some comfy pjs. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a satisfied huff. You were starting to feel much better than before.

Turning to your bedroom vent, you spoke.

“What else, Hector?”

“Do a leisurely activity to wind down.” He said.

Though you couldn’t fully see him, you could tell he was happier at the state you were in.

“Leisurely activity…” You tapped on your chin, thinking of what to choose.

Nodding, you decided reading was a good bet. Heading down to your office, you looked over your little library. One book caught your eye, so you grabbed it. Taking it to the living room, you sat on the couch with your blanket wrapped around you.

Over your shoulder, Mateo was reading along with you. An inanimal cat sat in his lap purring contently. On your other side sat Koa, who was chilling contently with his eyes closed. Over your other shoulder, Lyric joined in on the reading. Normally you would find something like this claustrophobic, but you felt you owed it to the objects after not speaking to them for a while. As you read, you made sure to turn the pages slowly so they could follow along. From behind you could hear Lyric gasping and murmuring to himself. Mateo sat quietly, only laying his head on your shoulder. Occasionally his eyebrows would raise as something he read on the page.

“No, no, no, no! You cannot stop there!” Lyric implored as you put a bookmark on the page.

“I think it’s a good place to stop.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“B-but it’s a cliffhanger! You can’t just stop!”

“Lyric, you literally are part of this book. Don’t you know how it ends?” You teased.

“I do, but I can’t believe you would just end it there! It gets so good!”

Chuckling, you lightly pat his shoulder.

“I’ll be okay, I’m excited to see what comes next.”

Standing up, you cracked your back. Again, you returned to the vent. Looking up expectantly, you spoke to Hector.

“So, what now? I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job of taking care of myself.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“My darling, you certainly have.” He crooned. The praise sent a chill down your spine.

“So… can I see you now?” You batted your lashes.

“Not just yet.” He chuckled at your pout. “I have one more task.”

“As long as it’s just one. I really want to see you.” You sighed.

“Trust me, I think you’ll enjoy this one.” You couldn’t see it, but he had a cheeky grin on his face.

See, officially being with you had brought out a good bout of confidence from the man. That confidence had now manifested a hunger within him. A hunger that he wished to explore tonight, if you would have him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He said, before shuffling off.

“Okaaay…” You gave a suspicious look to the vent before heading upstairs.

Once in your room, you walked up to the vent.

“Alright, I’m here.” You waved around the room.

“Indeed you are.” Hector could barely contain his glee.

“So, what do you want me to do? Sleep?”

“Eventually, yes. However, I have a special task for you.”

“And that is…?” You let out a huff. “I’d prefer skipping the crypticness.”

“So impatient, my love.” His voice lowered, making you shiver. Oh, oh, that’s really hot.

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out the apology.

“Mmm. Good.” He let out an airy sigh. “Now, my next task for you is very special.”

“Special?”

“Oh, very much so.”

You bit back a snarky comment. It was surprising to feel such a domineering presence coming from your vent, yet, here you were. And it was certainly making you feel “special”.

“My final task is that you pleasure yourself. One of the finest ways of taking care of oneself.”

Immediately, red bloomed on your face. Shuffling your feet, you looked down. Pleasure yourself?

“I-in front of you?” You asked quietly.

“Why of course. Why else would I ask you to do this? I must see you taking care of yourself properly.”

“Uh, I guess that makes… sense.” The blush on your face grew darker.

Sure, you and Hector had already had sex. Who wouldn’t want to immediately jump that man’s bones? However, so far it had been fairly vanilla. Not that you minded. Hector was a very attentive lover. Seemingly needing to please you in order to feel pleasure himself.

Now, things had taken a turn. Though, you weren’t opposed to exploring more in the bedroom. Especially if it helps him gain even more confidence.

“I’m glad you think so. Now, if you will.” His hands motioned for you to begin.

“Do you want me to strip?” You asked, reaching for the hem of your shirt.

“If you wouldn’t mind, please.” His polite demeanor was extremely hot to you.

Slowly, you lifted off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. Through the grate you could hear him groan at the sight.

“Such a marvelous creature you are…” He purred.

Your sleep shorts followed, leaving you fully naked. Part of you wanted to cover up, but another part enjoyed feeling so vulnerable, so… exposed.

In the vent, Hector was practically panting at the sight. This show was all for him? Oh you treated him too well. Yet, he needed more. Needed to watch you truly “take care” of yourself.

Walking backwards, you landed on your bed. Scooching further back, you fully laid down. Your legs spread apart, giving Hector a full view of your sex. Already shiny with your slick. The sight had him moaning, his cock growing hard.

Sliding your hand over your body, you teased over your chest. Your fingers tweaked at your nipples, making you whine. Hector let out a quiet whimper. You continued to play with your chest and nipples for a while till they stayed hardened.

Slowly, you trailed your hand down your body. Stopping just above your sex. Deciding to have some fun, you slid your hand away from your pussy. Instead teasing over your spread thighs. Not only were you teasing yourself, but Hector as well. The man was practically begging for you to actually touch yourself.

Finally, you granted his wish. Fingers slid between your folds, spreading them for Hector to see. Lightly, you stroked over your clit. A spark of pleasure had you moaning. Each stroke had you letting out soft moans and whines. In your mind you pictured Hector touching you with those lovely hands of his.

As you fantasized, you moved your fingers to the entrance of your cunt. Plunging two fingers in, you heard a loud groan from Hector. Oh he was loving this. Watching you please yourself was pure heaven in his eyes. Each sound spilling from your mouth a siren’s call, begging for him to just come and claim you. Tempting, yes, very tempting. But, Hector wanted to watch you fall apart on your fingers. Watch how you use your own body to please yourself.

Though you were separated by a grate, witnessing this intimate moment made him feel closer to you than ever before.

Wet sounds filled the room as you continued to pump your fingers in and out. Curling them just right to hit that perfect gummy spot inside. Then you would pull them out, swirling them around your clit. As you continued your moans grew louder. A heat growing in your belly, indicating your climax was on the horizon.

Hector was shaking with anticipation.

“Yes my darling, just like that.” He reached his hand over his pants, giving the hard bulge a squeeze.

Wait, no, he didn’t want this to end so soon. Not just yet.

“Slow down.” He commanded softly.

With a whimper, your fingers slowed their pace. Bringing you the barest amount of friction as you pressed in and out of your pussy. Your hips jolted up to meet with your hand. It was like your body was begging to go faster, forcing you to move.

“H-hector…”

“Yes, my love?” He asked, voice hoarse.

“Please…ah…”

“Please what?” Oh, he was going to lose his composure.

“Please, let me go faster!” You whined.

“Oh, my dearest love, please do. Fuck yourself on those lovely fingers.”

His words spurred you on, making you respond to him with a loud moan. Hips rising, you began to chase that high. The movement of your hand was becoming sloppy as you ground your clit against your palm. Fingers pumping at a fast pace.

“Oh, my love…” Hector moaned.

“Ah! Hector…” You groaned out his name, making him respond with his own moan.

“Yes! Yes! Cum for me, my darling. Let me see you shaking with pleasure. I must see!” He huffed grabbing at the grate.

Nodding, your eyes squeezed shut as you continued to play with your cunt. Just a few more pumps of your fingers had you shattering. A long loud moan escaping your lips as you gushed over your hand. The sight had Hector moaning loudly.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to have you.

Quickly, he exited the vent system then headed to your bedroom. Catching your breath, you saw Hector enter the room. A soft smile was on your face as you took in his presence. His eyes were sparkling with awe as he looked over you.

“How was that?” You asked softly.

Crawling over you, Hector pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Grabbing your hand, he pulled it to his lips. Wrapping his lips around your fingers, he sucked off your essence. His eyes rolled back with a groan.

“You did so well, my love.” He kissed you again. “So amazing…” Again, his lips captured yours.

Opening your mouth, you let his tongue slide with yours. Both of you groaned at the other’s taste. Hector’s kiss grew sloppy, as if he was addicted to your lips. Well, he was, and he would gladly die in this kind of bliss.

Pulling back, Hector looked down at you. The look of adoration in his eyes had your heart swelling. His hand caressed your cheek before sliding over your lips. Lightly, he pressed two of his fingers into your mouth. Your mouth accepted the intrusion willingly. Feeling the soft pad of your tongue against his fingers had Hector groaning. Giving them two pumps in your mouth, he pulled them out. Making sure you were watching, he brought them to his own lips. With a dark gaze, he slowly slid them into his mouth. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

“Have I told you how delicious you are, my darling?” He crooned.

You gave a small nod.

“Well, I must tell you again. You taste utterly divine.” He leaned back over you.

Pressing his lips to your neck, he left a trail of kisses down. Moving further down your body, he ended with his head between your thighs. Kissing your thighs, you felt his stubble tickle your skin. You let out a soft giggle.

“Is something funny?” He asked, eyes hungry.

“N-no. You just tickled me.”

“I apologize if that brought you discomfort.” He briefly looked concerned.

“No, my love. It didn’t feel bad at all.” You reached for his dark curls.

“I’m glad that is the case.” He kissed your thigh again. “Now, may I taste you some more?”

“Y-yes please!” You nodded your head vigorously.

“You seem excited.” He teased, then dived in.

The man gave you no time to think. A warm tongue slipped into your folds with fervor. Obscene wet sounds came from between your legs as he lapped at your soaked cunt. As if he needed to memorize your taste. Slurping up every bit of your essence as he could, then he turned to focus on your clit. A light flick had you buzzing, your previous orgasm had you very sensitive.

Moaning loudly, your hips jolted as he continued to lavish your clit. Little flicks sent that flare of heat back in your belly. At this pace he would have you cumming on his face in no time. Just as you felt the precipice of your peak, he pulled away.

Shocked, you looked down at him. A dopey smile was on his face. The man was clearly pussy-drunk, but sober enough to want to tease you. Evil, sexy, but still evil.

Whining, you reached for his hair. He pulled back slightly.

“My darling…” He slowly slid his tongue through your folds before coming back up, “is something the matter?”

Letting out a huff of frustration, you lifted onto your elbows. Glaring at him, you whined again.

“Yes! Something is the matter!” Shuffling, you tried pushing closer to him, but his arms held your thighs down. “I was so close to cumming!” You felt your pussy ache at the thought.

“So impatient. I’m only trying to savor something as delicious as yourself.” A cheeky grin was on his face.

Another slow lick up your folds had you jolting.

“However, I am partial to begging. I just might be willing to forgo my principles on the matter.” He finished with another long stripe with his tongue.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you clenched at your bedsheets.

“Please…” You let out a pathetic whine.

“Please what?” He kissed your thigh.

“Please let me cum.” You said softly.

“My love, I didn’t catch that.” There was a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Hector, please! Please let me cum!” Fine, you’d let go of some of your dignity.

“Was that so difficult?”

“Yes…” You muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” He teased.

“N-nothing!”

“Hmm, good.” He licked up your cunt. “Now, I must return to my meal.”

His tongue began flicking at your clit again. The heat in your belly rising once more. Every stroke of his tongue against you made it grow hotter and hotter. A well placed suck on your clit was your undoing. Thighs clenching around Hector’s head, you screamed and gushed over his face. The man took the offering gratefully, lapping up every last drop he could.

As you came down, he licked at you slowly. Aftershocks of pleasure shot through you with each pass of his tongue.

When he was satisfied, he stood up. Taking his time, he removed his clothes. Doing his best to maintain a confident aura, he crawled over you. Looking between you you glanced at his hard cock. A decent length with a wonderful girth that had your mouth watering. Oh, you needed him in you. Now.

Shuffling your hips, you tried to tease him. A surprisingly strong hand pushed your hips down. Shaking his head, he leaned down to capture your lips.

“My dearest, we ask for things we want. Don’t we?” His voice was so sweet, yet so commanding. It had you buzzing.

“Y-yes.”

“So?” He pressed.

“I want you to fuck me.” You breathed out shakily.

He shook his head at you, the look of disappointment in his eyes had your face flushing.

“You know better than that. Try again, my love.”

“Please, fuck me.” You said it loud enough.

“I’m so glad you asked, my love.” He kissed your nose.

Gripping your thighs, he lined his cock up with your soaked pussy. Slowly, he pressed in. As soon as he pushed past that first ring of resistance he was whining. Fuck, you felt so good.

When he was fully inside, he sat there for a moment. Adoration shined in his eyes as he looked at you beneath him. Wow, you were perfection. There was no other way to explain it. How lovely you looked under him. Your cheeks painted red, chest heaving, body shaking with pleasure. His eyes trailed down to where you were connected. He let out a groan at the sight. His thick cock pressed deep in your drenched pussy. It felt like you were getting even wetter.

Hector decided to move. Slowly pulling out almost all the way, he paused. Suddenly, he snapped all the way into you, forcing a choked out moan. Your head was thrown back at the surprise shock of pleasure.

Hands gripping your hips, Hector began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. Each push had you crying out. Tears of overstimulation pricked at your eyes. Hector almost came at the sight of the tear sliding down your cheek.

“My darling, oh… How do you feel?” He said in a husky voice, not stopping his movements.

“S-so good, so, so, so, ooooohhh.” You clenched your eyes shut as the head of his cock hit that perfect spot.

“Mmm, does that feel good my love?” He continued to focus his movements on the spot, his only goal was to make you cum on his cock. He needed to feel you. If he could, he would make you do it multiple times.

At this point, you could barely speak. Only nodding at his words as his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

Deciding to add to your pleasure, Hector trailed his fingers down your body. Stopping right at your clit, he pressed against the sensitive nub. The action had you crying out, your pussy slightly tightening around him.

“Mmph, my dearest…” He crooned. “Look at you.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, tongue tangling with yours.

When he pulled back, he couldn’t stop looking at you. Each shock of pleasure on your clit and sweet spot had you moaning and shivering.

“You deserve this, my love.” He circled your clit. “Deserve so much pleasure. Let me take care of you.”

Another well placed thrust had you shattering. Your pussy clenched around his length tightly. He moaned at the feeling, but wouldn’t allow himself to finish. Not yet.

Hector continued to pump in and out of you as you came down from your high. Groaning, he felt your pussy flutter around his cock. Feeling like this, he didn’t know how much longer he would last, but he must persist.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, pressing himself deeper inside. More tears flowed down your cheeks. Fuck, it was too much, yet oh so good. You didn’t want it to stop.

“Darling, do you think you could give me one more. Just one, that’s all I ask.” He begged against your lips before kissing you sloppily.

Again, all you could do was nod. Accepting everything the man was willing to give you.

Hector focused on grinding into your sweet spot. Every thrust had you crying out, pleasure built up in your core. His fingers remained steady on your clit, circling it over and over again. Your plush walls were tightening around him, signaling you were close once more.

“That’s it, my love. Let go, let me take care of you.” He purred.

It was becoming difficult for him to hold back. With you tightening around him, the sounds you were making, the fucked out look on your face, he could cum at any moment.

Sliding against your sweet spot, with a press to your clit had you cumming on his cock. The feeling of you clenching around him had Hector reaching his own peak. As he thrusted into you, he released warm ropes of cum. The feeling of him filling you was so satisfying, you hummed in content.

As both of you came down, Hector kissed all over your body. Leaving featherlight traces of his lips on your skin. It made you shiver at the intensity. Reaching for Hector’s hair, you carded your hand through his dark locks. Lightly, you pulled his head up to your face. Pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you moaned. Hector groaned as you tangled tongues.

Pulling away, Hector looked down at you. It was a sight he was going to remember for forever. Eyes glazed over, you looked like you were in pure bliss. Cunt stuffed full of himself and his spend. Fuck, you are so sexy.

When Hector pulled out, you both whined at the loss. As you were boneless, he took over. Wiping you off softly with a washcloth, then helping you to the bathroom. When you returned to the bedroom you slid under the covers of your bed. Hector pulled you tightly against him, as if he was afraid you were going to move away from him. To dissuade any worry, you nuzzled into him. Planting soft kisses up his chest and neck.

“Thank you.” You breathed out when you felt you could speak again.

“There is no need to thank me, my love.” He lifted your hand, planting a soft kiss on the top. “The pleasure is all mine.”

“I do need to thank you.” You looked at him with adoration. “You took care of me.”

“My darling,” he gave you a soft smile, “you did that all on your own.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t ask for it.”

“The only thing I did was give you a push.”

“An incentive.” You nudged him teasingly.

“Yes, an incentive.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

It was wonderful having him physically with you. You wouldn’t give it up for the world.

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