#Acquainted: Encounter Spin-Off

[nu-suave]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY feat. gojou satoru

word count: 1444

summary: cowboy!satoru. you have him hooked. a/n: so technically satoru is an outlaw but catchy titles negate correct terminology <3 my best friends asked me to write this. hi lana and raegan.

When Satoru first meets you, he swears you are the prettiest person he’s ever laid eyes on. You work the bar at a saloon an acquaintance urged him to visit together and all he can do is stare, watching you make drinks and chat idly with regulars and do nothing special at all, really; somehow, the world stops spinning despite that. He foolishly orders something to drink, even though he and everyone that knows a single thing about him knows he hates the stuff, and his grin is a tad too earnest, his voice a tad too loud. He’s not one to indulge in casual flings or idle romance, but he sticks around until the end of the night, avoiding his own glass and watching the people around him drink themselves into idiots. 

“Is it always like this?” He asks you, desperate to talk to you.

You grin. “Most nights, yeah. People don’t usually stick around this late if they’re not looking to get pissed.” You gesture to his drink, three sips away from a full glass. “You gonna drink that?”

“Nah.” He takes his hat off, dropping it onto the counter so he can run a hand through his hair. “I’m not a fan of liquor.”

“Then what are you doing at this hour?” You ask, tone playful. “We do have non-alcoholic drinks, if you want. I can grab you a lemonade?”

He agrees, brushing fingers with yours, and your kind, distant smile is a shock on his heart.

Satoru visits more often than anyone with his dislike for alcohol should, sticking around your small town despite the idea of bigger prospects - he’s Gojou Satoru after all, the most notorious outlaw around. There’s always a bigger, brighter thing to be doing; men to rob, bounties to collect, money to launder. The brightest of all manages to be spending the night with you, tipping more than he should for a simple lemonade and idling at the counter as you work.

Funnily enough, his pathetic pining doesn’t lead to much until the day you encounter him outside your job. Some idiot starts a fight with him just on the outskirts of town, intent on taking Satoru’s head and securing the large bounty hanging over his head. It’s after he’s knocked the man out and is the middle of hopping onto his horse that you turn the corner, mouth dropping open in shock.

His sky blue eyes are bright against the meagre shade his hat provides, cheeks red from the sun and knuckles purpling from the recent encounter. The bandana he’s so partial to is pulled down around his neck, and your eyes linger on the firm set of his mouth before straying to the man before him. You recognise him as one of your regulars and, more importantly, a man of the law - though it’s hard to tell, bloody and bruised as his mouth hangs open. A thin line of drool drips onto the grass beside his head. You turn back to him in shock. “What are you doing?”

Satoru shrugs. “He started it.”

“What did you do to have an officer after you?”

“A few things.” His gaze skitters away from you. “I’m kind of persona non grata to most of the law.”

You blink, and he can tell the second it dawns on you, your hand slapping over your mouth in surprise. “You’re Gojou Satoru?”

“The one and only.” He winks. “Don’t look too surprised. I’m not that unrecognisable, am I?”

It’s the truth; you’re privy to plenty of gossip about what a pretty boy that Gojou is, but on average you like to keep your eyes and ears away from the conversations of the men that frequent your place of work. Nothing good comes out of involving yourself with them, so you’d simply… avoided most passing rumours. Sure, you’d heard the handsome, famed outlaw Gojou Satoru was hanging around town, but how were you supposed to know it was the same man that tips you double he pays and always offers to walk you home?

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you say bluntly. “Now, come on - someone will come by any minute, and I’m not getting caught up in this.”

You two run into each other more often after that. Now that the proverbial cat is out of the bag, you become subject to his blatant posturing; his smug attitude amplifies by tenfold, and whenever a fight at the saloon gets particularly out of hand, he’s the one to step in and break it up with a threatening, we’re all friends, aren’t we? How about we take this outside and sort it out? Considering you like to keep your business to yourself, you never mention the fact he’ll return with a few less people accompanying him, simply slipping him a free drink as repayment. Not that it matters, because he tips you the price anyway.

“You need to stop tipping me so much,” you declare one day as he escorts you home from work. His hands are shoved in his pockets, that godawful hat shading his head from nothing because it’s the dead of night. “I think my boss is suspecting I’ve taken on a second job of the more salacious kind.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“Uh, yeah. How do you think he’s gonna start treating me if he becomes convinced I’m working part-time as a prostitute? Not well, I’ll tell you that much.”

“If he does that, just tell me. I’ll sort it out.”

You huff. “Aren’t you nice.”

“What? I’m being serious.”

“I don’t need all this special treatment, you know?” You sigh, head tipping back to look overhead. The moon is obscured by deep, overbearing clouds - a side effect of the poor weather you’ve been suffering through. “I don’t know what about me is so interesting, but I don’t need this- this princess treatment.”

“Princess treatment?” He repeats, lips stretching wide in a smug, pleased grin. “Didn’t know you thought of it like that.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?”

You send him a flat look. “Yes.”

“Maybe I just like your company.” He leans into your space, bumping his shoulder with yours. “Not many can hold the Gojou Satoru’s attention, you know?”

“Lucky me.”

“I’m serious! There’s people that’d kill to be in your position.”

“Not if they knew how trashy your personality is.” You flick the brim of his hat, the leather smooth against his fingertips. “They should consider themselves lucky they don’t have to put up with it.”

He whines your name. “You don’t mean that.”

“I mean every word that comes out of my mouth,” you tease.

“No you don’t.”

“I do so.”

“Stop talking to Utahime so much. She’s turning you against me.”

“Is she now? I think you’re turning me against yourself, trying to police who I’m friends with.” Your thumb smooths over the edge of his hat. His head tilts down to look you in the eye, the blue vibrant under the dim glow of the streetlights.

He says your name again, stretching the vowels. “You’re too mean to me.”

“Am I? Here I thought the famed Gojou Satoru could handle himself.” You snicker at the affronted look that crosses his features, swiping his hat off his head.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself.” You examine it, head cocking so you can look up at him through your lashes. “Is there a problem?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Never thought you’d be the one to say those words.” You fix the hat atop your head, squinting as it abruptly blocks most of your view. Good for when you’re out in the sun, pisspoor for when you’re walking at night. How does he even see with that thing on? Still, you turn to him. “How do I look?”

“You look fine. I-” he cuts himself off. You tilt your head back, a palm on the back of the hat so it doesn’t slip off your head. He’s grinning slowly, softening his features with delight. “You stole my hat.”

“Uh, yeah? Where’d you think I got it?”

“You stole my hat.” He repeats gleefully. “I didn’t realise you liked me so much.”

“What?” Your brows furrow for a split second before it hits you. You immediately turn your head away from him. “Oh my god. You’re impossible.”

“Am I? I’m not the one that puts on an outlaw’s hat.” His hand slides against yours, helping prevent it from sliding off. “It looks good on you.”

Your gaze flutters to him, where his features are fond and warm. God, if he isn’t the most impossible man you’ve ever met. He’s lucky you like him so much. “Good. I’d hoped it would.”

so i actually had something completely different written for this but i hated it so i started over. that's why it was posted two weeks after it was requested

[alexiroflife]

sukuna would kill for you….

just a thought, mentions of assault, violence, but also fluff if you squint

… and not just in the cutesy, romantic way that held no weight to the promise. no, sukuna will plot and execute someone’s death for you over and over again. as easy as it has been to kill for centuries, it only becomes easier when he’s killing for the sake of your protection

it doesn’t take much to get sukuna riled up on your behalf. he’s quick to jot down names and addresses when you approach him with tears in your lashes, upset over harsh, misogynistic words from your boss or frustrated over an acquaintance who constantly antagonizes you for no reason. it takes one look into your sad eyes and he’s off on a manhunt

you normally advise sukuna not to kill people who have done little things to push your buttons, but that doesn’t stop him from rousing them up a little bit for good measure. he’ll track a rude encounter down, corner them in a secluded area, and beat their ass to a pulp until they’re begging for mercy. only then, when they plead for their life, does sukuna decide he is done and returns home to you. though the fools are beaten so badly they can hardly see out of their swollen eyes by the time he is done, he hasn’t technically killed them so it’s fair game

there is a time, however, when sukuna ignores your wishes and acts on his own accord, and that is when any guy decides to hit on you and not take no for an answer

you’re fuming when you march into his room, face red and fists clenched tightly at your sides. sukuna looks at you with a cocked brow, asking what the hell happened to get you all worked up. you tell him that on your way to his place from work, a man stopped you in your path to ask for your number. you had politely declined, but when you tried to walk past you could feel his hand grope your backside. you were quick to spin on your heel and land a stinging slap to his face that sent his had snapping into the other direction, and then you ran off to sukuna

the king of curses stares ahead and says nothing for moments that feel like hours, then stands abruptly. “what did he look like?” “where was he going?” “where was he coming from?” you barely get the chance to detail his features and the area the interaction occurred in when he’s cutting you off and telling you that he will take care of it. you catch his arm, eyes glossy as you plead him to stay with you and not get himself caught up in too much trouble. he can only promise the former, as he lets you take him to bed for the night

the next day, sukuna finds your assaulter with uraume’s assistance within twenty minutes. your description of his face in addition to the location you saw him hanging around allowed him to discover his LinkedIn profile, which took him to his place of work. sukuna waits outside of the building all day in dark sweats until he sees the culprit leave. he follows silently from afar until he arrives at his nearby apartment. he watches from an alley as the man disappears into the building and minutes later a light flicks on in the third room to the right on the second floor. sukuna knows he’s got him when his face appears in the window to close the blinds

sukuna waits for him to leave his apartment again to go out to grab food, then seizes his opportunity. he scales the building and climbs silently into the home through the window, then waits for his return in the dark. when the front door swings open, it takes your assaulter moments of shifting through the darkness before he finds sukuna’s shadowy figure sitting in his chair, red eyes aglow. he yelps in fear, reaching frantically to flick on the light. sukuna’s teeth grind together, the sight of this scum before him making his skin crawl

“w-who are you?! what are you doing in my house?” sukuna stands and the man stumbles back, cowardice revealing itself. he presses himself against his now locked door as sukuna approaches with a blank face and dark eyes, glaring down at him over his nose. “please! is it money you want? you can have it all, just- just don’t hurt me!”

christ, how pathetic. sukuna watches him tremble, eyes wide and lips quivering as he shivers in the corner of his own home. sukuna clicks his teeth. “what I want is for you to keep your fucking hands to yourself.” he snatches the man’s wrist up in his tight grasp, claws sinking into his skin. the man writhes in horror upon seeing the blood drawn from sukuna’s fingers digging into him. “why don’t we start by getting rid of them, hm?”

sukuna leaves the now blood spattered apartment unit the same way he came, brushing a gunk of brain matter from his sweatshirt with gritted teeth. he wants to come home to you, annoyed with his day out

when he shows up at your door, he lets you wrap your arms tightly around him in relief. his cheek rests on your shoulder boredly as he 'tolerates' your affection. when you ask him where he has been all day, he shrugs and says: “out” and leaves it at that

sukuna would kill for you any day with no hesitation but bides by the one rule you have to keep his hands clean when it comes to insignificant matters. yet when it comes to someone threatening your safety, comfortability, and body all in one, sukuna thinks it’s only right for him to break his promise to you and slaughter the pathetic lowlifes who even so much as think about laying a finger on you

sukuna’s love language is violence. while he may be poor at refraining from making you mad or gaging when to give you verbal affection, he will put somebody in the ground for you in a heartbeat

[jinxhallows]

kinktober #oo8 | the doctor is in

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows the doctor is in (medical play) || chan x fem!reader summary: you and chan have been together for a while and decide to explore something more outside the box in regards to intimacy. he's always thought your former job as a nurse was fascinating, and the idea of a hot nurse was always a sexy concept to him; but now, its chan's turn to play doctor, and he’s done his research in full, and takes to his role a little too well… warnings: medical play, and all that entails, without revealing too much - including medical instruments, gynecological based scenes, description/plot heavy, I purposefully saved this for the 8th entry because it’s kinky on the border of off putting to some folx, I wanted you to be familiar with how far I push limits in my work by digesting the previous entries first, if you do not like it, skip it, established relationship, 'good girl' and 'good girl' adjacent pet names, non-idol AU

word count: 3.7k masterlist - click here

"Do you remember when we talked about trying out that doctor roleplay?" you inquire, gently setting the cardboard box on the table. The solid thud of its weight makes Chan wince. Leaning across the table, you give him a quick kiss.

As you pull back, Chan opens his eyes and asks, "Yeah? Why do you bring it up now? What's on your mind?"

"I've decided to bring some work home this time."

You begin unpacking the supplies, starting with a box of syringes with securely attached needles. Then, you reveal a pack of sterilized hemostats, along with packs of gauze, bandages, catheters (both IV and urinary), and various other medical instruments. While these items are familiar to you from your former career as a nurse, Chan has never encountered such materials outside of a doctor's office, and some of them are entirely new to him.

But Chan does remember the vivid conversation you had, especially after your last check-up when you excitedly shared your detailed ideas.

It was something he had never heard of at the time—medical play?

-

"So, basically like...playing doctor?" Chan leaned back in his chair, interlocking his fingers behind his head.

"Kind of. But this time, I want to make it more immersive, by actually using real supplies," you explain. Your eyes briefly drift to his veiny forearm and back to his eyes, but you're not subtle enough, and he catches your glance, lowering his arms.

"I remember now," he says, his face lighting up with a humorous recollection as he continues, "Back when you first started in the Emergency, you kept saying you wanted to draw my blood, claiming I'd be an easy poke."

You're about to offer a retort, but he stops you with a raised finger, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips as he starts laughing at the thought. After a moment, he takes a breath, turning somewhat serious.

"If we do this, I get to go first."

You're relieved at his enthusiasm. It's certainly an unusual request, but by now, Chan is well-acquainted with your eccentricities.

"What do you mean? As the patient or the doctor?"

"The Doctor, of course," Chan says, slowly turning in his chair. He forms an imaginary TV screen with his hands in front of his face. "Yeah, I can see it now." The chair completes its 360-degree turn, bringing him back to face you as he concludes,

"Dr. Bang will see you now."

-

As you meticulously unpack the box, your boyfriend's hand reaches over, picking up a container of 25g needles, and he studies it with intense curiosity. His leg bounces nervously beneath the table.

"On a scale of one to a serious medical emergency, how likely are we to kill each other tonight?" he quips, his eyes lifting from the box, a dubious brow raised in question.

"As long as we steer clear of sharps to start with, we’ll be alright."

“We’ll be alright,” Chan scoffs with a laugh. He cracks a grin as he opens the box between his hands and extracts one of the capped needles, spinning it between his fingers. With a swift, deft 'crack,' he twists it open and removes the cap, revealing the sharp, fine needle underneath. He gives it another once-over before turning his gaze back to you. He's pondering deeper now, his eyes tracing down to the sliver of skin peeking out from your silk robe, stopping at the upper thigh.

"I don't even wanna know how you got a'hold of all of this."

Chan caps the needle and carefully sets it back down on the table. He recognizes that admitting a desire like this was a vulnerable thing for you, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious himself ever since you first had mentioned it.  One night, when you were out, he threw the term you taught him into a porn site—medical play—and watched, wide eyed and bricked up from all the scenes he began to discover.

You trust him, you've said, to handle your body with care. You couldn't imagine letting anyone other than Chan partake in this experiment, and once he gets past the initial discomfort of potentially messing up, you're certain he'll take excellent care of you.

Because that's just Chan's nature.

"Well then, shall we?" He rises from his seat, wrapping a reassuring arm around your waist beneath your robe, pulling your body close to his. Your naked skin brushes against the fabric of his clothes as he plants a gentle kiss on your lips. "I need to change first. Can you give me a few minutes?"

You respond with a light, airy snort.  “You’re gonna change your clothes?  You’re really dedicated, huh?”

"I mean, personally, I wouldn't want a doctor in boardies, a singlet, and thongs anywhere near me with a scalpel. Wouldn't be very professional now, would it?" Chan says as he heads towards the bottom of the stairs, kicking off his house shoes. The sound of his bare footsteps fades as he ascends the stairs, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You nibble on the inside of your lower lip, feeling a touch of nervousness. You expected more resistance from him, but not only is he going along with it, it seems like he's enjoying the idea.

You pack everything back into the box and hurry upstairs to the bedroom. You grab a folding table from storage and unfold it, providing a surface for the tools of the trade for tonight. One by one, you lay out the supplies. Both of you are uncertain about what this experience will be like, or if you'll even enjoy it, so you've gathered a variety of items. Feeling apprehensive about making incisions? Opt for a needle. If you're new to poking, avoid breaking the skin and use a blunt medical tool instead. If things get a little too intense, there are bandages, staplers, and skin glue to the rescue. There are so many options here; surely, there's something that Chan will feel comfortable using.

As you arrange the table neatly, you can't help but imagine the sensual sensation of each item against your skin. You set everything up for easy access, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly hear the door creak open behind you.

You turn around to find your very own Christopher Bang standing there, fastening his watch.  The sleeves of his white collared shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing firehose veins that run up his arms like the roots of a sturdy tree. It makes you wish you were the one in charge tonight.

The thought of drawing blood from him is undeniably enticing.

Chan, dressed impeccably in a white button-down tucked into dark pants, fits the part perfectly. The desire to clear the table and let him have his way with you right there and then crosses your mind.

"Fuck me," you mutter under your breath.

He chuckles. "Maybe later, but for now, have a seat for me?" He taps the edge of the bed and settles into the office chair that used to belong at his computer desk, now strategically positioned next to your makeshift doctor's examination bed. Chan busies himself with the satisfying snap of pulling on his gloves, casting his eyes over the array of instruments spread out on the table. He inspects each object before swiveling the chair to face you, a confident smile gracing his features. His gloved hands dangle between his legs, fingers intertwined.

"So, Y/N, I'm Dr. Bang, and I'm the doctor on call tonight.”  He lifts his wrist to glance at his watch before his eyes meet yours again, “It's pretty late, though. Care to tell me what's going on?"

His act is so convincing that you blink twice, half-expecting him to break character at any moment, dissolve into laughter, and physically cringe. But Chan smoothly glides closer, planting both hands on your knees. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to tonight, yeah? You still up for this?” He checks in with you, and his sincerity reassures you that he's the right person to explore this with.

“Of course, I just didn’t expect you to take it so seriously.”

“You trust me, and I take that very seriously.”  He runs his hands up and down the silky expanse of your thighs, his smile revealing a tiny dimple. "Go ahead and lie back for me." He rises as you recline onto the bed, and he attentively adjusts your robe, ensuring your modesty. Chan gently tugs the fabric closed over your body, all the while looking down at you with genuine affection. "Not a fan of doctor's visits, are you? You seemed nervous earlier, but are you experiencing any discomfort right now?" He starts applying gentle pressure around the perimeter of your abdomen. His touch feels eerily authentic, causing you to briefly forget this is a role-play scenario.

"I am," you confess, observing him as he focuses on the area just below your navel. A sharp sensation shoots through you, making you gasp involuntarily, a sound that surprises both of you. Chan momentarily halts, clearly caught off guard, before reestablishing eye contact with you. "Did that hurt?" He presses again, and you instinctively cover your mouth, stifling your reaction.

"Hey," Chan tenderly grasps your wrist, guiding your hand away from your mouth, "I'm not a vet. I need my patients to use their words, so I can provide the best care."

"It's right below where you pressed, Doctor; it just...it's uncomfortable right now, like–an ache. It’s hard to explain.” you say, barely managing to articulate in a roleplay appropriate way that you're getting hornier by the second and can swear your pussy has its own heartbeat at this point.

"Below, like... here?" Chan's gloved right hand moves an inch lower, hovering right above your soft, puffy pubis. He's teasing, and his mischievous grin gives it away.

"Lower," you reply with a sultry undertone, encouraging his exploration.

Chan's fingers press against your warmth, causing your hips to rise against his touch. He immediately stops and wheels himself backward to a nearby table laden with an array of medical equipment. You lift your head, peering over your chest to see what he's up to. Sensing your curious eyes on him, he looks over at you, his hand resting on a packaged instrument that remains elusive from your vantage point on the bed.

A chuckle escapes his lips. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? Well, now he's getting into the role-play more than he expected. The clinical setting, the pristine, sterile instruments, and your presence in that beautiful black silk robe, waiting with bated breath and those wide, enchanting eyes – it all triggers a surge of power in Chan that he didn't anticipate. Not like this, at least.

"So, when did you first notice the pain?"

“When you came in the fucking room.”

Chan laughs softly. "You're not very good at this," he remarks, picking up a stethoscope and draping it around his neck. "Let's start with some basics since you're a bit anxious. I'll ease you into it."

His tone conveys an underlying promise, and you watch as he leans over your body, slipping his hand beneath the fabric of your robe, the cool stethoscope head making contact with your skin. As soon as you feel the gloved fingers on your body, you sense your nipples hardening against the silk fabric. Chan notices too as he listens, although he's uncertain what he's searching for, his brow furrowed as he shifts the stethoscope over slightly, catching the rapid increase in your heartbeat.

He likes being able to hear the effect he has on you.

Chan removes the stethoscope from his ears, placing it around his neck again. "You've got a strong ticker!" he remarks with a smile, closing your robe as professionally as a real doctor. "Now, open up for me,"

You blink at him, an immediate desire to spread your legs rising within you, but you obediently open your mouth instead as he places a thermometer underneath your tongue. You hold it firmly in place.

"Good girl. Keep this up, and I might reward you with a lollipop later." The thermometer beeps, and he removes it, sitting back down in his chair and rolling over to the table. "Ninety-nine point six, perfect. See? Nothing to be afraid of." He picks up a nearby pen and scribbles something down on a notepad, then proceeds to examine the various instruments, silently evaluating each one.

What was he going to do to you? Was he going to poke you with a needle? Give you an enema?  You’d give anything to be inside of his brain right now and know what he’s plotting.

“Chris—“

"Ah, ah, ah," he tuts, raising a finger into the air, still deciding his next move.

You stop yourself, close your eyes, and take a deep breath.

"Dr. Bang," you say, emphasizing his title with respect.

"Hmm?" He responds, much more content with the formal address than his first name.

"What exactly... are you planning to do to me today?"

To your dismay, he spins around toward you, holding a chosen instrument—a metal speculum. Out of all things? Does he even know how to work it? 

You swallow hard, the thought of him meddling with your insides making you squirm internally. But you play your part. You're in an examination.

“I'm here to make you feel better; it's my job. I'll need to take a good look inside to determine why you’re in so much discomfort.”

You watch and wait for him to ask you how to open the sterilized package. Instead, he deftly peels it open from the top and holds the speculum over a green surgical drape on a nearby metal tray with a muffled clang, tossing the packaging aside. He can sense your disbelief in your expression as he looks back up at you.

"How did you-"

"Yeah, so you know how people say your phones are always listening to you?" Chan slides his chair back until he's positioned right between your legs, and the sheer confidence in his movement reminds you of the residents you've assisted on numerous occasions. It's undeniably turning you on.

"Yeah?" you reply.

"Well, ever since we first discussed it, my algorithm's gone haywire," he says, shaking his head with a sigh, his elbow resting on his thigh. "It takes a truly special person to do this kind of work." He taps the edge of the bed as he speaks, and you shift up so your hips rest on the edge, your legs hanging off.

"That being said," Chan hooks his arms underneath your legs' crooks, lifting them up so your feet lie flat on the bed, spread open. Your robe is far from sufficient to keep you from being exposed. The swiftness of his motion sends a breeze across your most intimate area, letting you know just how aroused he's gotten you with minimal contact. You can hear the click of the lid on the lube as he coats his fingers.  

“You'll feel my fingers first, and then a little cold and some pressure, alright?"

His voice is soothing, and you exhale, saying, "Alright," your hands folded on your stomach.

"Take a deep breath for me," You feel his fingers first, just as he promised. Two gloved digits slide inside you, and your gasp is nearly reflexive as you clench around them when he curls them upwards, caressing that special spot. "That's it, keep breathing, relax," he instructs.

As he guides you into a state of calm with his slow and soothing words, you notice the change in temperature and texture as the cool metal speculum slides gently into you, not all the way, slowly stretching against your pulsing walls. Here you are, in your own bedroom, with Chan talking you through it, his palm resting on your inner thigh. His eyes switch between your glistening core and your furrowed brows, and your slow panting. He’s waiting for you to fold, to tell him to stop, that this is too much. But you don’t.

Chan secures the device in place, creating an opening that's not too wide but still provides him with better access than he's ever had before. And you're willingly letting it happen.

He checks in on you, discreetly adjusting the front of his pants to make room for the tent he was pitching. "How are you feeling?"

"It feels different than it usually does," you remark, your tummy fluttering with a chuckle, dispelling any lingering tension.

"Yeah? Different in what way?" His hand vanishes between your thighs as he slides his fingers back inside you, and this time, he stands over you, studying your reactions while his other hand moves beneath your navel.

"I mean, usually I don't expect my doctor to—" You cut yourself off with a moan as he presses both inside you and firmly on top of you simultaneously. 

At that moment, Chan decides that he absolutely loves this.

"What was that?" he asks, as if that moment hadn’t happened.

"I usually don't expect my doctors to... well, you know," you say.

God, you were such a freak.

Did he turn you on that much? That you’d let him do this to you? Does he have that much of a hold on you?

“This is where it hurts?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He really doesn’t need you to say it.  He knows you want him to rail you, as if your expressons aren’t enough; he can feel your walls yearning to close around something, anything, so desperately.

The anticipation of what it would feel like to remove the speculum and have your tightness engulf him as it shrinks back sends a shiver down his spine.

He tugs at the crotch of his pants again.

"How about when I do this?" He starts a gentle but confident massage of your abdomen, and your hips slowly begin to rotate, pleading for more pressure.  You can’t move much, the device forcing your movements to remain minute, lest it become uncomfortable.

"Feels–" you curl your fingers into the sheets, the pressure from the speculum inside you battling with your natural urge to clench around nothing, stealing your breath.

Chan captures your lips with his own. "Does that feel good?"

"Mhm," you nod, feeling his hand slipping between your legs again, accompanied by the sounds of his belt buckle being undone as he kisses you once more, both of you breathless.  This must’ve been turning him on too, and now, you can hear it and feel it in the stiff, swollen head of his cock leaking against the warmth of your inner thigh as he disengages the metal spacer, it feels far warmer than it did going in, and you sigh as it leaves your body, but before you can register the emptiness left behind, Chan’s warm, girth  replaces the foreign object, and you both groan in tandem with the feeling.

“Fuck, babe,” He breathes at the sensation.  Your pussy is so hungry for him, the way you swallow him up is unholy.  And as he pulls his hips back and snaps them into you again, he’s certain you’ve never been this wet before, ever.

“Oh god, finally,” Your eyes roll back into your head, knees pushed back, your robe now fully splayed open, with the most perfect visuals of your tits, Chan leans forward and you wrap your legs around his waist, “I think I figured out what’s wrong,” he whispers, the ends of his stethoscope dangling onto your bare skin, “Want me to make you feel better baby?” He begins thrusting into you, “Is that why it was hurting? Hm? Because you needed me to fill you up?”

“Yeah, yeah I did—needed you–so bad–doctor, god I–fuck Chan I–love you–I-”

You don’t even make any sense and you resort to a breathless laugh as your teeth chatter with a sharp inhale.

“Aw, my babygirl, you’re a mess.  It’s worse than I thought.” Chan chuckles and has to pause to regain his composure. Pulling the stethoscope off, he tosses it aside and lifts the hem of his dress shirt, holding it between his teeth as he thrusts into you, now able to watch how you paint his cock with your juices every time he disappears inside of you. His lower abs flex and contract with each stroke, while muffled, elongated groans escape through clenched teeth. His palm presses down on that spot beneath your tummy again, and he feels your body clenching under his touch as he thrusts even deeper, he wants to feel himself inside of you, each movement of your hips daring him to split you in half entirely.

Your vision becomes hazy, and you struggle to concentrate beneath drooping eyelids, on the verge of being overwhelmed by sensations. You move your mouth, but words won't form, only heavy sighs and gasps provoked by his every move as if you were his puppet. If you could form coherent thoughts, you'd be thanking him for reminding your lungs to breathe, enabling you to catch your breath at all.

Now, you're climaxing, and it takes him by surprise. A choked, guttural groan escapes his throat as the wet end of his shirt falls from between his teeth, thin streams of drool trickling down his chin as he climaxes just moments after yours. The release leaves him feeling lightheaded, and he catches himself on his elbow, breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against yours. Your eyes are closed as you try to catch your own breath.

Chan's stamina surpasses yours, and his heavy breathing turns into soft laughter as he places his palm against your cheek. You laugh along with him; it's hard not to when Chan's laughing. It serves as a release that sends chills and butterflies through your stomach, having experienced something so exhilarating together.

Your fingers curl around his palm against your cheek as your eyes crinkle. "You've definitely done this before."

Chan sits next to you on the bed.  “I haven’t, promise,” “Hm.  You may have a future in theatre then.” “Think so? Maybe I can get famous and quit my shitty job.” He laughs leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Since you’re the one with the medical background, I wouldn’t be against you poking me next time.”

“Next time?”

“Oh yeah. You’ve got all those supplies.  I’m just getting started.”

- fin

[asparklethatisblue]

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating + Fitzier 👀

yee!

“You remember Alan, from the charity fundraiser last month? He’s been asking if he’ll see you at the party tonight.”

James looked up from his reflection in the mirror, where he’d painstakingly been trying to make a french braid look neat. Dundy was leaning against the doorway of his bedroom, ready to go and just watching James finish up. He frowned, sorting through any recent business encounters he’d had.

“The Canadian?”

Dundy grinned.

“Exactly the one. You’ve gotten along so well, I’m surprised it took this long.”

James returned his attention to the braid, already only half listening.

“I didn’t think we had any common acquaintances.”

“Graham goes to the same gym. And I have it on good authority that he’s ripped.”

James saw Dundy wink at him through the reflection as he tucked bobby pins into his hair. He hummed non committedly.

“So you know you’ll have something rock hard to grind against if you get it on after the party.”

James paused.

“What?”

“Come on Jas, when was the last time you hooked up with anyone? This dry spell can’t be good for your psyche.”

“What dry spell?” James asked, finally turning in his chair to stare at Dundy. “I’m half moved in with Francis, didn’t I tell you that?”

Dundy rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah right. I have eyes, there’s no way you’re genuinely getting anything out of whatever it is you two tell people you do.”

James stared at him. Dundy stared back, his grin not dropping, not waving it off and cracking a joke about James being boring and settling down and this being a tease. Was he being serious?

“I’m getting everything I need and more out of that relationship,” James said, his voice clipped.

Dundy snorted and shrugged.

“Of course you do. Come on then, John’s probably outside with the car by now. And I’m sure poor Alan will be beside himself if we’re too fashionably late.”

James watched him go and turned to look back into the mirror. The man looking back at him was far less happy and at ease than he’d been a mere five minutes ago. The braid was perfect, but suddenly James felt the need to rip out the pins and run his hands through his hair until there was nothing artful about the mess at all.

Had his friends really been so wilfully blind? Yes of course they barely saw Francis, despite working in the same office building . He never took Francis to the same places his friends went, he never posted tons of pictures of his hot new date when he and Francis took long walks by the river. He didn’t describe in detail what had been going on, didn’t spin tales of his romantic adventures to his friends. It hadn’t felt appropriate to do so about a man that was more or less their boss now.

But Dundy rolled his eyes when James spoke of Francis in any way that didn’t involve work or gossip. And hadn’t Graham been mentioning men he knew more often, men that his friends once would have tried to set him up with? Charles and John both talked about dating apps or bars and looked at James as if he cared. Had none of them taken him seriously this entire time?

James’ phone buzzed and he picked it up reluctantly. The little string of hearts in the contact name immediately softened his expression, and he eagerly opened the message.

“Hpe you have fun tinight 😘”

The phone buzzed again.

“Casserelo in the fridge if yiu come home late”

James felt his lips twitch and replied with a few heart emojis. 

He suddenly wanted nothing more than to go home and join Francis in the house that he’d half moved into already. Maybe they’d watch some old movie, or Francis would read a book while James scrolled on his phone. Francis would pet his hair in the way James loved, and maybe he’d take him to bed, kissing him until he was breathless and making him cry out in pleasure in ways no overly fit gym bro from any old party could hope to achieve. And then, of course, Francis would kiss him regardless of how the night went, and would whisper that he loved him as James fell asleep in his arms.

James slid the phone away and got up, giving his reflection one last, encouraging smile.

He’d go to that party and roll his eyes at whoever his friends tried to set him up with, and then he’d spend the evening judging the poor guy for all his flaws and the way he could not possibly hope to measure up to Francis. 

Perhaps he’d also snog Francis in the middle of a meeting on Monday. Let his friends try and wave off that one

[vivmaek]

SATURN IN THE 3rd HOUSE: Observations

Given that Staurn is the planet of limitations and delay, people with this placement are expected to experience some difficulties. These types have a hard time connecting with others. They hate small talk and struggle with understanding nuance within communication. They are not the most forthcoming with information and don’t give others much to work with when engaging socially. They are constantly questioning themselves and are hesitant to say the wrong thing, they lack self confidence when it comes to speaking up. Saturn third housers can be quite awkward and their discomfort is evident within their expressions. They tend to keep to themselves and are not the types who will go out of their way to get to know neighbors or acquaintances. This can leave them with lonely feelings because they are unfamiliar with the people who surround them on a daily basis. They don’t feel a need to engage with their local community, but may often wonder why they struggle with making friends. Saturn third housers have a tendency of assuming that they’re automatically not welcomed, which can set them back if they constantly chose to act on these feelings. This is often due to the way they were treated as children. Perhaps they were unwelcomed during a period in their life, and it is difficult to forget the hardships that come from this type of treatment. Saturn third housers are careful not to repeat past mistakes, and will often go for the seemingly safe option in an effort to protect themselves. These types may be prone to periods of isolation. Running errands, or making short trips is exhausting and they will put these activities off until they feel as though they’ve garnered enough energy.  Just having to make conversation with the cashier or store clerk is enough to spin them into a spell of anxiety. As children, people might have made fun of them for the way they spoke or expressed themselves. When encountering small daily interactions, these old feelings of shame still creep up. Saturn third housers may also have an issue when it comes to timing within conversations. For instance, as soon as they start speaking up, someone else will start to talk over them. These types find themselves constantly frustrated because no one seems to understand them despite their best efforts. People with this placement take the time to organize their thoughts before speaking, and they’ll find that people don’t respect this until much later in life. Saturn third housers are great problem solvers, and it is unfortunate that others often overlook them.

[24hlevi]

— 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

Banda Sunato (Alice In Borderland) X Gn!Reader

♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst

♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Banda was a man you never wanted to encounter, yet here he was, trying to get you to trust him. You stupidly fell for it.

♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Language, Major Character Death, Hurt no comfort, Typical aib violence

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.2k

You could hardly remember how you showed up in the Borderlands, with no memory of how you got there, knowing nothing about the world you were now located in and how to get out. You didn't even have anyone who you could truly call a friend or even just an acquaintance in this new land.

That was, until Banda Sunato caught eyes on you.

It started out normal as it could be. With Banda striking up a conversation with you randomly during one of the games, you thought he couldn't be too bad. Of course, not everyone thinks the correct thing, though.

You stuck with Banda throughout the games until the second stage. He was kind to you up until then, then he started to change. You believed he was a little weird, yes, maybe even creepy at times with how he stared at you for a little too long at moments. He had told you hardly anything about his life back in the real world, so you didn't tell him anything about yourself, either.

But there was something about the man that made you second guess things, of being with him this long. You were worried that maybe he would throw you under the bus and forget about you like you were nothing to him, but he proved otherwise.

You wish you would've known the person Banda Sunato was before being sent to the Borderlands, because maybe then, you wouldn't have fallen into his delicately laid out trap made just for you.

“Look, I found some Yakisoba noodles.”

Banda held up two packages of noodles, looking over at you. “It’s better than canned foods and plants.”

You looked at him from where you were in the little convenience store, holding a bag and collecting food, “Let’s take them, you're right about it being better than the rest of this stuff.”

He nodded, putting both packages in the bag before standing up and looking around. He wandered off further into the store, checking to see if there was anything else you two could use when his eyes spotted something, making him stop and look at it. Picking it up, he read the label on the small medication bottle that someone must have left, saying it was a form of drug but with severe side effects. Staring at it for a few seconds, Banda then put the bottle in his pocket and continued walking until he was back where you were.

You didn't realize he was standing right behind you until his hand grasped your shoulder and you jumped, spinning around only to see him standing there. “Sorry,” He said without an ounce of sincerity, “I didn't mean to scare you.”

“It's okay,” You replied, shaking your head. “I’m just a little jumpy, I guess.”

“I understand,” Banda nodded, “Let's head back to the tent, it’ll be dark soon.” He added after, removing his hand and turning around, beginning to walk away.

You followed after him out the store, walking beside him down the roads to make it back to your tent. He was looking over at you every few seconds, then looking back in front of him as if he weren't staring at you. Neither of you spoke the whole way back to the tent until Banda was handing you the newly cooked noodles.

“Here,” He said to you, handing you a pair of chopsticks as well. “You’ll need to eat before we enter a game tomorrow.”

“Which one are we even going to join?” You asked him, taking a bite of the food.

Banda appeared to be thinking for a second, but he already knew the answer he was going to give. “How about the Jack of Hearts?”

You looked over at him confused, “Why the hell would we join a heart game together?” You questioned, taking another bite of the food. “Isn't that like, destined for disaster?”

“Of course not. It’ll be fine.”

Destined for disaster, you remember saying it last night, and you were right. The moment you were told the rules for this game, “Solitary Confinement” you knew it would be a disaster. What didn't help was the collar now attached to your neck that will explode if you answer wrong or simply don't answer, making you even more anxious knowing anyone could lie to you at any time. You didn't know what you were going to do now that you had joined the game and were stuck in this mess, and Banda only made it worse.

You should've stayed back at the tent when you woke up and felt sick to your stomach as if you ingested something you weren't supposed to. You shouldn't have listened to Banda convincing you to come with him to the game. You should've abandoned him when you had the chance in the middle of the night. There were so many things you should've done instead, but they didn't matter now. Not when you had a feeling you fucked up beyond belief for deciding to enter this game with Banda, now you had to deal with the consequences.

“Are you alright?”

You jumped at someone talking to you, turning around to see a white haired male with a hoodie looking at you. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” He added after.

“It's okay,” You shook your head, running your hand through your hair, “Just freaking out a little I guess.” You admitted quietly.

The male nodded along in agreement, his eyes wandering around the place before landing back on you. “You came in with that man, right?” He used his head to gesture to Banda who was speaking with someone else.

You nodded silently, confused as to where this was going, unsure of how your voice would even sound in this situation.

“You know he's a killer, right?”

You swore you could feel your heart drop to your stomach at those words, looking at the male in confusion, “What do you mean?” You asked hesitantly.

“Well,” The man leaned closer towards you, “His name is Banda Sunato, he was on death row for killing multiple women back in the real world.” He told you.

It felt like all the dots were connecting in your mind, and when you realized, you knew it was too late. “Oh God.”

“I wouldn't pray to God just yet, the game has hardly even started.” The mysterious man said with a light chuckle.

Suddenly, you started to feel dizzy, grasping onto your head to keep yourself steady, you could feel yourself swaying back and forth, making the man next to you look at you confused.

“Is something wrong?”

“That son of a bitch.” You cursed under your breath, sliding down the wall and sitting on the ground.

When you looked in front of you, you saw Banda sitting across from you, staring at you intimidatingly, making you shift around uncomfortably, looking away quickly.

He knew you were starting to figure it out. He knew what you were feeling, having done it many times before. Shit, he wished he could smile in this situation, but he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself by smiling creepily at you from across the room. He could see you connecting the dots in your mind just by your eyes, the fact your eyes went wide when you did realize made a small smirk grow on his face.

It was the same with every victim of his. He would toy with them as if he was a good guy, only to break them when they least expected it. It wasn't his fault he took the one and possibly only chance he was going to get. You were trusting him, that's what he wanted. For you to trust him so you wouldn't dare to think he of all people would attempt and kill you. So that he could play the part just a little longer than usual, wanting you to become so dependent on him that you would end up crawling back to him. He enjoyed that. Seeing the people he killed crawl to him, bloody just like his hands, begging for him to not kill them, asking for forgiveness. But he would never forgive them. Why would he? It's not like he knew his victims well enough to give them a few reassuring last words, he could care less. But you were already different from the others. Smarter, even if only by a little bit. It was enough for him to plan it out more accordingly.

He had a feeling you didn't trust him completely, with how little you were telling him about yourself, you were making it more difficult for him. That's why when it was announced there would be a second stage of games, he knew he had a second chance. A chance to get you to at least trust him a little bit, and it worked. While you were a little smarter than the rest, you were still stupider than him. That's what mattered most. As long as you remained in the dark of his true motives, it would all work in his favor. For a moment, Banda thought you might not fall for it, but after handing you the food the night before, seeing you eat it without a second thought, he was ecstatic.

Killing others always gave Banda a rush, one that normal people would be frightened over once realizing they were a psychopath. But not him. He enjoyed the feeling. The adrenaline flowing through his body as he stood over another body, smirking down at them as if they were some sort of toy of his. The feeling of accomplishment when he hides them so expertly that the police just label it as another missing person and ultimately close the case. The way it made him feel was something he never wanted to get rid of. Almost as if killing was a drug he was addicted to, he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep going for as long as he could until he died. Nothing would change that.

While Banda was praising himself in his head, you felt like you were going to die. You have never hated yourself more than right now, not once in your whole life did you hate yourself like you did right now. For being so stupid, so naïve to think that he was a good man, that he wasn't some crazy person when he was. You couldn't believe how stupid you were. You felt like you might pass out at any moment, but knew nothing would happen because technically he did it before you both entered the venue therefore it wasn't against the rules of not being allowed to kill another player. You had no clue what to do, starting to freak out as the white haired male next to you noticed immediately that Banda was continuing to stare at you as you began to lose it, making him walk away, leaving you in the corner alone.

You were able to get through the first few rounds, thankfully with the help of the mysterious man who's name you learned was Chishiya. You don't know why he was helping you, but you weren't going to complain when you figured you wouldn't end up surviving much longer anyways. You felt worse than before, barely being able to keep your eyes open as you laid up against the wall, hair sticking to your forehead due to there being no AC unit in the prison when you heard footsteps approach you.

“Well, you aren't looking so good, are you?”

Everything in your body froze at the voice you heard. Banda. You carefully opened your eyes to look at him who was crouching down in front of you. “What the fuck did you do to me?” You spat at him.

“So aggressive,” Banda muttered, shaking his head. “I didn't do anything to you, you must have gotten sick last night.” He answered, reaching one of his hands to rest on your knee. “Maybe the food was expired.”

“Bullshit,” You smacked his hand off of you before he grabbed yours by the wrist tightly.

“Don't.” He told you in a low tone. “I might not be able to kill you here but I can get you to that very brim of life and death if I want to.”

You stared back at him with your eyes wide, nodding your head and he then let go of your hand. You tried to scoot yourself away from him but only ended up hitting the wall behind you. “Why did you do this to me?”

Banda shrugged, “Because I wanted to. Nothing more than that.” He answered simply.

“You're serious?” You asked, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Yes,” He nodded, “You seemed like a good person for it and I took that chance. It's not my fault you were too stupid to realize it.”

“Fuck you,” You replied angrily.

Banda let out a ‘tsh’ under his breath at your cursing before standing up and looking down at you, “You should be thankful I’m doing it this way. It's normally much bloodier. Be grateful I’m feeling generous,” He said to you, lifting your head up to look at him with his hand. “Trust me, you’ll be gone in the next round.” He told you before letting go of you and walking away.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, suddenly shaking in your whole body as you tried to calm down. He is really trying to kill you, you were right. It must have been something in the food he had given you. That's the only reason you could think of that would make reasonable sense. The only problem was that now it was too late. With no way to get your stomach pumped or go to a hospital, you were bound to die soon. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your head was spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out. You didn't know what to do now, what could you even do really? The drug was taking full effect now, and there was nothing you could do to try and fix it. “I’m gonna die here.” You said as you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing.

Suddenly, you felt yourself getting picked up, and you tried to open your eyes to see who it was, but everything was becoming a blur, only being able to see colors. When you were laid back down, it was cold and sent a chill down your spine as you looked around in an attempt to see where you were. Your eyes finally focused and you realized you were in one of the cells and your eyes went wide, quickly glancing around the room before landing on Banda who was standing before you.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, backing up until you hit the wall while sitting down.

“I’m helping you, of course,” Banda responded like it was obvious. “I’m going to tell you your suit.”

“What?” You looked at him confused. “You're just going to lie to me.”

“Will I?” He said. “Maybe, but that's up for you to decide, not me. I will tell you your suit, and you firgure out if you believe it or not. It's a heart.”

“Don't fuck with me,” You scoffed, looking away from him. “I’m not going to trust anything you say.”

Banda tilted his head to the side, “Anything?” He asked. He took a few steps towards you and crouched down next to you, “And what if I told you that you're simply overreacting? That really, you're just sick and want some excuse to get away from me. I would never want to kill you.” He said to you quietly.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, hesitantly looking over at him and shaking your head, “No, you poisoned me.”

“How would I do that in a world like this?” He said, “There's no logical way that I would be able to poison you with such limited supplies we have here. You're just making up excuses.” He spoke slowly so you could hear and process every word carefully, talking in a tone that had you listening to him anyways and beginning to believe him. “You're thinking, now that you know what I am you want to get away from me as fast as possible, but I would never do something like poison you. You got sick and are overreacting because of the game we are in now. That's all there is to it.”

You shook your head again, bringing your hands up to cover your ears so you wouldn't be able to hear him anymore. “No, y-you're trying to k-kill me, I k-know it.”

Banda sighed, standing up again and peering at you from above, “Whatever you say. You're going to die in that cell, anyways.” He said to you before walking out of the room and turning around to look at you. “I hope you realize that you should never trust certain people, especially people like me.” He told you before closing the door to the cell with a loud thud.

You removed your hands from your ears and didn't move from your spot, on the verge of crying once understanding that there was 5 minutes left of the round and you would have to guess soon. Your whole body was shaking and you didn't bother trying to calm down anymore, you were going to die. It was bound to happen, now. With Banda most likely lying to you about your suit, you were on the brink of just giving up. Your arms slouched to your sides as you stared up at the ceiling, a few stray tears falling down from your eyes as the voice on the speakers said to tell the mark. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and waiting for the buzzer that indicates the round is over.

This was what you deserved. For being so stupid to think that maybe he wasn't that bad of a man, that he just was a little odd at times. You realized that now. This was your time to die, and you had deserved it for all of what you did starting by talking to him, then helping him, then staying with him, to now. Everything you did lead up to this moment, you understood that. All because you wanted to believe there was something better in him, but you should've known to never trust men like Banda Sunato.

“H-Heart,” You said aloud, more tears falling down your face. “Heart!”

The buzzer then went off, and the collar around your neck exploded, leaving you dead on the ground in the cell, blood pooling around your body with your eyes open. You had fallen into the trap he had laid out just for you, and this was the result of that. He lied to you from the very beginning, you just couldn't see it.

But he didn't care, he walked right on past the cell like it was nothing, a smirk on his face when he saw your picture fade out on the giant screen knowing he had done it successfully. You were just another toy of his, and like all of those other toys,

you broke.

[springfallendeer]

The Bells - 7 (Final)

The conclusion of the fic featuring @xitsensunmoon's boys! Gets explicit. Gets messy. Nearly 6k in length, so be warned.

Previous

7: Completely Tamed

||In the months that have followed, the vampires had continued to visit. They had continued to indulge in the taste of her body. Ayala became just as acquainted with the feel of their tongues as she was the sting of their teeth. They would drink her blood, and they would drink the nectar from between her legs.||

||They learned the many ways to bring her pleasure. Any spot that could be caressed to elicit a moan was taken note of. From her lips. To her neck. To her breasts. Anywhere that they could think to touch, they touched. And if she responded to it positively, then they would touch her there again.||

||And again.||

||And again.||

||Until they had gotten to the point that they could satisfy her without even needing to look at her. They could keep their eyes closed and rely upon nothing but their sense of touch and sound, and they would know exactly what to do in order to make her moan.||

||And they so loved to make her moan.||

||Ayala, in turn, became more acquainted with their bodies. With their help, at least. They trained her. As a result, she was taught where they liked to be touched.||

||Their faces proved to be quite sensitive. They enjoyed the feel of her hands. She could touch around their mouths. Near their eyes. Under their chins. Sun, in particular, would display his level of contentment by allowing his solar rays to spin. Both would purr, but Moon purred the loudest.||

||But of course, her training did not stop with the innocent, pleasant touches.||

||She was taught how to handle their tongues and their cocks. Her hands and her mouth were both thoroughly trained to be able to work with them.||

||When she was kissed, she was kissed deeply and with intent. Their tongues would be thrust well into her throat. She would be denied air until she was put on the brink of fainting. Then they would suck their tongues back into their mouths to let her catch a breath. All the while they would keep their faces right next to hers to feel her heated breath.||

||When it came to their cocks, they were just as persistent.||

||At first, they focused on training her to take them. One or the other would hold her by the head and rut into her mouth. They started out gentle, but became rougher as the encounters went on. She would be made to drink their seed. Or she would have to wear it on her face.||

||The bells on their clothes would chime all the while. At this point, the ring of a bell had started to arouse her on some level. She came to associate the sound of a bell with the pleasure of their touch. And that made it so, so much easier for them to entice her. They had learned that they could ring their bells, and she would respond to the sound like an animal being called forth for a meal.||

||For as embarrassing as it should have been, she never hated it.||

||There had even been times where they’d managed to bring her to orgasm simply by fucking her throat. Whichever of them it was that pulled it off would always leave with an inflated ego when all was said and done.||

||It was certainly an impressive skill to be able to get someone off just by rutting into their throat.||

||When she could fully endure them rutting into her mouth, she was trained to please them on her own. They would still hump her face when the desire took them, but she was largely allowed to learn how to handle them at her own pace.||

||They quite liked the feel of her hands and lips. And she liked being able to take what little control they would give her.||

||And they did give her that control from time to time. They like to be spoiled, and they don’t mind being teased.||

||She would get one of them to sit still and let her tease them at her own pace. Hands, tongue, and lips. She would gently stroke and squeeze them. She would drag her lips along the wriggling tentacle, and she would enjoy how the vampires would shudder from anticipation in response. She would lick. She would kiss.||

||Eventually, she would take them into her mouth, and she would suck. She would bob her head. Slow, then fast, then slow again. She would hum. She would take them into her throat and swallow thickly to squeeze them.||

||Whether or not they came on her face or in her mouth would be up to her. Because when she was in charge, they kept their word. There would be no taking her by the head to fuck her throat if she was teasing them more than they liked.||

||They trained her in these intimate, sexual acts. They made her familiar with their presence.||

||And yet they had not fully taken her. Not yet.||

||Regardless of how slick and inviting her body was made, her cunt was left empty. They only ever used their tongues and fingers to stimulate her there.||

||It was as embarrassing as it was maddening.||

||As of late, when they left her alone, they had unwittingly left her yearning.||

||She could imagine the pleasure that she might feel if they took her completely. The pleasure she felt when they rutted into her throat must have been similar to what she might feel if they pinned her down and fucked her like the needy bitch she was.||

||The needy bitch that they had made her into.||

||She really was like a bitch in heat. Thanks to them.||

||Her body wanted them. She wanted them. She wanted them so fucking bad.||

||She couldn’t remember exactly when she began to try and scratch this itch herself. She couldn’t remember when she’d gone out to buy the toy.||

||But try as she might, a toy couldn’t satisfy her. And she did try. She tried so often that she didn’t even need the lube anymore.||

||All she needed to do was ring a bell. She would trick her body into believing that they were on their way to visit.||

||Sometimes she would scratch her neck. Or her thigh. Wherever they had most recently bitten her. The faint sting riled her up further, making it easier for her to engage in this private, shameful game.||

||Just her. And a bell. And a tentacle shaped dildo.||

||She made herself comfortable upon her bed. Lots of pillows. Fresh, clean blankets. A towel under her pelvis to keep the bed nice and dry.||

||When she was ready, she plunged the toy into her needy vulva in a feeble attempt at satisfying her lust.||

||Then she would pull it out, until only the silicone tip remained. And she would plunge it back in. Moaning one of the vampires names as she violated her sopping cunt.||

||Again.||

||And again.||

||And again.||

||All the while oblivious to anything else that might transpire in her home.||

||So lost in the fantasy that she remained completely unaware of the fact that they could return at any time to find her like this. With her hot, trembling body on full display as she played with herself.||

||Until she heard the bells again. And she realized that she wasn’t the one to ring the bell this time.||

||And suddenly her wide, flustered eyes hone in on their still bodies. Her cheeks flush anew as she stares at them; as they stare back at her.||

||She freezes. Her body goes completely still from a mixture of shock and anticipation.||

||Still, she trembles as she studies their smiles. Their teeth on full display as they grin at her.||

||Moon’s tongue darts past his lips to lick the corner of his mouth. Sun mirrors the behavior a few seconds after. The two of them gaze at her with intense, predatory eyes.||

||Her heart rate spikes as they approach her.||

||The bells on their clothes ring with their every step; further exciting her and adding to her embarrassment as her cunt clenches around the toy still buried inside of her. Each involuntary clench sending faint pleasure shooting up her spine.||

||A faint, flustered whine escapes her as they settle upon the bed on either side of her.||

||She can’t bring herself to look at them. She can’t. She can’t even make herself move, she’s so flustered and ashamed.||

||“Having fun without us~?” Sun trills, reaching out to put his hand on the woman’s thigh. He chuckles as she whimpers. She flinches, and he sweetly shushes her as he slowly trails his hand up her thigh. He kisses the shell of her ear as he moves his hand to put it overtop of hers. Right between her legs.||

||“Sun!” She blurts his name out abruptly as he encourages her to pull the toy out completely. She’s so embarrassed that she wishes she could just disappear.||

||But she obviously can’t.||

||All that she can do is pant his name as he pushes down on her hand, forcing her to plunge the silicone tentacle back into her waiting cunt.||

||He shows no mercy. He shows no restraint. The solar vampire simply trills sweet words into her ear as he makes her fuck herself with the toy while he and Moon watch.||

||He only stops when she orgasms. When she orgasms, he lightly bites down on the shell of her ear as he pulls her hand back completely.||

||He makes her drop the toy.||

||Moon sneaks his hand between her legs to feel her. His fingers invade the freshly defiled orifice, and they immediately get to work on stroking that special place inside of her.||

||She’s left gasping for air as the shame mixes with the pleasure.||

||They seem so eager to play with her now.||

||“What do you want us to do~?” Moon inquires, slowly curling his fingers to better stroke that spot inside of the woman’s body.||

||When she doesn’t offer a response after a few seconds, he makes a show of pulling his fingers away. He makes sure that she can see the slick that clings to his fingers. He goes so far as to spread them to show off how sticky she’s made them.||

||“We can use our hands~” Moon chuckles.||

||Ayala doesn’t respond.||

||“Or we can use our mouths~?” Sun adds, attempting to coax the woman into telling them what she wants.||

||Ayala shudders, squirming slightly between them. She soon finds herself haphazardly fondling Sun through his pants.||

||He growls quietly, and she shudders.||

||The vampires are just as aroused as she is. They all want the same thing. But they refuse to give in and take what they want until she’s expressly told them that she wants them to do so.||

||“Tell us what you want~” Moon growls, moving his hand back between the woman’s legs so that he can resume caressing her.||

||She’s only grown more slick now that they’re here. The toy never really satisfied her, no matter how she tried. It could never do what they had managed to do with their fingers and tongues. And despite being shaped the same as their cocks, it was too stiff and rigid to be anywhere close to what she wanted.||

||She takes a deep, shaky breath.||

||Sun licks the shell of her ear, attempting to further entice her. All the while he’s clearly trying to ignore her hand as it fondles him through his clothes.||

||“P-please...” Ayala pants, spreading her legs further as Moon works his fingers back into her needy vulva.|| ||“I-I need you! Please!” She begs.||

||She wants them so bad. She wants them to take her and fuck her completely.||

||But they aren’t yet satisfied with her plea.||

||“Say it properly.” Sun commands, allowing his low, lusty voice to tease the woman’s ear.||

||“Use your words. Tell us what you want. And we’ll give you what you ask for~” Moon adds, slowly rubbing her with his fingers. He can tell how bad she wants them. He wants her just as badly. So does Sun. But they both need to hear her say it.||

||This needs to be her choice. So there won’t be any room for hurt feelings after the fact.||

||Ayala unexpectedly pulls her hand off of Sun’s crotch.||

||For a moment, the vampires assume that she really isn’t ready to move on to the next step. So they both mentally prepare to have to either leave or satisfy everyone's lust through other means.||

||But instead, Ayala reaches for Moon’s face. She turns to face him. She wraps her hands around his face, and she pulls him into a demanding kiss. The most demanding kiss that she’s ever given him.||

||Her hand sneaks into his mouth. He was genuinely so startled by her sudden show of dominance that he was left slack jawed. Not that he’s about to complain. It’s certainly nice to be pursued for a change.||

||“Fuck me.” Ayala mutters against his lips, submitting to her own carnal desires as she gives the vampire a very clearly worded command.||

||That’s all that they needed to hear.||

||Moon drags her on top of him before she can take her next breath.||

||He falls back atop the bed, tangling his fingers in her hair as he pulls her into a demanding kiss of his own.||

||His messy hand gropes her bare ass as she fumbles with his pants.||

||There’s no real need for foreplay at this point. They just walked in on her fucking herself with a silicone replica of their dicks. Sun encouraged her to finish before they egged her into telling them what she wanted.||

||She wanted them in her.||

||Based upon how wildly Moon’s tentacle wriggled in her hand, he wanted to be in her just as bad.||

||But in their haste, they were forgetting about Sun.||

||Not that it mattered. He would be reminding them of his presence soon enough.||

||He takes the time to completely get out of his clothes. All of them. Because he wants to feel Ayala’s skin against him directly. So he slips off his shoes. He takes off his pants. Off comes his cape and his shirt. All while the two are busy sucking face on the bed.||

||Once his metal body has been rendered bare, he scooches closer to them. He kneels besides Moon.||

||Then he steals Ayala off of him before they can have all the fun without him.||

||The lunar vampire lets out a little growl, rightly annoyed with the loss of Ayala’s warmth. But his annoyance is quickly replaced with desire as he watches the two.||

||Sun has stolen Ayala’s lips in a demanding kiss of his own. She takes his tongue with ease, after having been so thoroughly trained by them.||

||He’s holding her up by her chest and leg. His arm is wrapped around her torso, keeping her pressed securely against him. He’s holding her leg up with his other hand, putting her slickness on full display in the process. His erection is also on clear display.||

||But Sun is being polite and waiting for the lunar vampire to break the distance.||

||They’re going to fuck her. And they’re going to fuck her together.||

||Moon locks eyes with the woman as he proceeds to get himself out of his clothes. He can’t let Sun upstage him, after all. So he makes a show of it. He strips. He doesn’t really take his time, as he’s eager to take her and he doesn’t want to risk Sun getting impatient. But he makes sure that she enjoys his little display.||

||Once he’s equally as naked as the other two, he takes position in front of her.||

||Only now does she seem to realize their intentions. There’s a flicker of nervousness in her eyes.||

||“Deep breath~” Moon chuckles, getting himself lined up.||

||Sun follows suit, eager to invade her trembling body.||

||Ayala takes a deep breath.||

||She’s lowered down onto them. Nice and slow.||

||They don’t kiss her. They don’t bite her. They don’t do anything that might otherwise distract her from the way it feels to be invaded by them in unison.||

||They make sure that her focus is entirely on the feel of them inside of her.||

||Her body stretches to accommodate them. She lets out a soft, breathless whine in response.||

||It doesn't hurt. But it’s overwhelming. Overwhelming to the point that she seemingly forgets to breathe.||

||Sun brings his face around to rest it on her shoulder, purring contently in response to her warmth.||

||When he notices the stray tear rolling down her cheek, he turns so that he can sweetly lick it away. He can tell she’s not distressed. Just a little overwhelmed.||

||She does currently have two dicks tucked away inside the same hole. Frankly, he’s surprised that she’s handling it so well.||

||“Breathe~” Sun gently reminds her, having easily noticed that her chest has stopped moving.||

||She takes a sharp breath. Suddenly she’s trembling. The mix of pleasure and all sorts of intense emotions hitting her all at once now that the initial shock has worn off.||

||Moon leans forward to drag his tongue along her neck.||

||He isn’t going to bite her. Not right now. Right now, the focus is on the pleasure. But he and Sun are trying to keep still so that she can take a moment to adjust to them. She’s such a tight fit with the two of them inside of her.||

||“Tell us when you’re ready~” Moon purrs, lightly scraping his teeth against her skin.||

||For the most part, the vampires remain still. Ayala is the one to squirm. She wraps her arms around Moon’s shoulders to cling to him. She presses herself flush against him and buries her face in the crook of his neck.||

||He doesn’t mind that one bit. Her skin is nice and warm. And it’s nice to have her leaning against him for a change. Usually she leans on and clings to Sun. So this is a pleasant change of pace.||

||Sun kisses the back of her neck. He keeps himself occupied by allowing his hands to roam her bare body. Her skin feels so pleasant that he just can’t help himself.||

||“O-okay” Ayala eventually murmurs, slightly shifting so that she can rest her cheek on Moon’s shoulder “I-I’m okay.”||

||That’s good enough for them to decide to continue. Sun moves his hands lower down so that he can hold her waist.||

||The bed winds up being quite useful. Rather than just thrust, they can lightly bounce together and let gravity do most of the work.||

||The bed creaks faintly as they rut.||

||Every minor movement feels so much more intense to Ayala than it does to them. She’s the one being stretched to the limit by two dicks snug inside her cunt.||

||But her moans establish how much she’s enjoying herself. Every thrust; every bounce sends jolts of pleasure rushing through her.||

||The more into it she gets, the more into it they get.||

||Sun nibbles on the back of her neck for a while. Then he bites. Not because he’s trying to drink, but because he loves to hear the noises that she makes in response. So he sinks his teeth in, allows the blood to bead at the surface of the marks, and then he gently laps everything up. He cleans and closes the wound. Before biting her again. Because he can tell how much she likes it.||

||Moon enjoys himself through other means.||

||He has easy access to her face. Easy access to her lips. He licks away her tears as they roll down her cheeks. He teases her lips with his tongue. When he hears her take a particularly strong breath, he slips his tongue into her mouth. Then into her throat. He catches her in a deep, demanding kiss. The sort that allows him to greedily devour every noise that might escape her.||

||Upon breaking the kiss, he keeps his face nuzzled up to hers so that he can listen as she gasps for breath. He purrs all the while, relishing in the sounds that she’s making in response to how good they’re making her feel.||

||Finally.||

||Finally they’ve taken her completely. Her body is theirs to enjoy. Theirs to spoil. Theirs to sweetly, passionately ruin.||

||And while they fully intend on ruining her, it will have to wait.||

||With all three of them rutting in unison, there’s not a chance in Heaven that any of them would be able to last long.||

||Ayala’s endurance is particularly low. With the two of them buried deep inside of her, it was only natural that she would orgasm quickly.||

||And often.||

||Every few bouncing thrusts, the vampire’s felt it. Her orgasms. Her body would clench and spasm. Her inner walls would squeeze and massage them in an attempt at milking them of their seed.||

||Inevitably her body got what it wanted. She was soft. She was warm. She was tight. The near constant massage of her inner walls pushed the vampires over the edge quickly, and when it did, they made an absolute mess of her.||

||The vampires went still to let the pleasure wash over them in waves, and to keep from overstimulating themselves.||

||Sun and Moon found Ayala’s throat and they sank their teeth into it to feed as they pumped her full of their seed. Her blood spilled from the fresh wounds onto their waiting tongues, and they greedily drank. She moans and panted all the while, her mind thoroughly fogged by the near constant barrage of pleasure.||

||Their mixed sexual fluids dripped out of her overstuffed vulva. The combined aftermath of their orgasms poured down over their still erect tentacles, before running down their legs, where it pooled into the bedding.||

||So much for keeping the bed clean. They didn’t bother to get on top of the towel before getting this started. Not that any of them can be bothered to care.||

||The focus now is on the pleasure.||

||Sun and Moon enjoy their drink. They consume their fill of her blood, before reluctantly prying their teeth out of her flesh. Then they take the time to soothe the wounds with their tongues. With each slow, passionate swipe of their tongues, the injuries gradually close.||

||Ayala pants, moans, and whimpers all the while. She struggles to do so much as catch her breath thanks to them. The feel of their tongues against her skin and the lingering ache of her loins makes it so, so hard for her to calm herself down.||

||She doesn’t have a chance of coming down from her high with them both buried in her. The lingering presence of their mostly still cocks keeping her body stretched was incredibly distracting. As was the feel of their seed spilling out from inside of her.||

||A drawn out, pathetic whine escapes her when they finally change position and slide out of her.||

||Sun withdraws first.||

||Slowly. Almost painfully slowly.||

||Her body reflexively clenches in an attempt to keep hold of him, and she trembles.||

||Not just from the spike in pleasure, but from the sound. She can feel and hear her body trying to suck him back in.||

||When Sun finally slips out completely, there’s an audible pop. Following it, there’s an embarrassing rush of fluid as the remaining contents of her vulva spill out of her.||

||Then Moon slips out of her. Nice and easy. He lays her back on the bed, carefully resting her head atop the pillows.||

||For a split second, she relaxes. The exhaustion reaches out to try and take her.||

||Then Moon slips back into her.||

||He kneels between her legs. He lifts her legs to have her wrap them around his hips. And he thrusts back into her slick, thoroughly violated vulva.||

||Ayala tries to say his name. But it escapes her as a breathless, drawn out moan as he penetrates her completely. Her body offers next to no resistance, having been thoroughly stretched out only a few minutes prior.||

||She’s only allowed a few seconds to wrap her mind around the situation.||

||The vampires have shared her. Now they each want their turn with her. And all that she can do is lay back and enjoy the ride.||

||The long, bumpy ride.||

||Moon takes his time with her. But he’s rough. Every roll of his pelvis creates an audible slap as his body comes down onto hers. He withdraws almost completely with every backwards motion. Then he throws himself forward.||

||If not for the pillows under her head, Ayala might have been bumped against the wall with every thrust.||

||And that’s not even the most intense aspect of his domination.||

||He maintains eye contact with her all the while.||

||Moon keeps his face close to hers. So close that their lips brush against each other with every roll of his hips. Every now and again he closes what little gap there is to kiss her as he humps her into the mattress. All the while he stares into her eyes so that he can take in the beauty of her pleasure.||

||“Moo-oon~”|| ||Ayala whimpers his name as she feels her orgasm rapidly approaching. Her body clenches ever so slightly with every withdrawal of his tentacle.||

||He captures her lips again. His hand sneaks under her head so that he can tangle his fingers into her hair as his tongue snakes into her throat. He swallows up her moans, keeping his eyes locked with hers all the while.||

||He thrusts faster. Harder. Inching his way closer to his own orgasm as he pushes Ayala towards hers.||

||She bites down slightly on his tongue as she climaxes, drawing a possessive growl out of him. It doesn’t hurt him, but it certainly riles him up further. He doesn’t have many weak points. But his tongue is certainly sensitive enough to the stimulation.||

||As her body squeezes down around him, he climaxes shortly after.||

||The movements of his hips slow to a near stop, but he continues to rock against her. Her body eagerly milks him of his seed with his every lazy thrust.||

||He sucks his tongue out of her throat only when he slips out of her ruined body. The evidence of their rut spills out onto the bedding as a result. Not that either of them can be bothered to care.||

||Moon doesn’t pull away immediately. He spends a few minutes just basking in the afterglow of the passion. Smiling and purring, he nuzzles her face. All the while he lazily grinds his tentacle against her clitoris, just to enjoy the slick feel of her heated skin against his fading arousal.||

||Once he’s come down from his high, he gives her one last affectionate kiss on the cheek. Then he rolls off to the side to lay beside her. He’s content for the time being, and ready to enjoy the show.||

||Sun sets out to claim her next.||

||He takes a different approach upon climbing on top of her. He litters her face with soft, affectionate kisses as he purrs.||

||“Did he make you feel good~?” Sun trills, his voice leaving him as an eager mewl as he kisses and nuzzles her face. Ayala nods tiredly in response, coaxing a faint laugh out of him.|| ||“Good~ Good~” He hums, allowing his tongue to dart out of his mouth so that he can lick her check. He then trails his tongue down to her neck in one long, drawn out motion.|| ||“Now it’s my turn~” He muses.||

||He wraps his lips around her breast upon moving his face low enough to reach. Gently, he sucks. He coaxes soft, pathetic moans from her lips as he sweetly stimulates her body.||

||His hands wrap under her thighs to caress her skin. His fingers move in slow, soft circles.||

||This is foreplay. There’s little need for it now, but that won’t prevent him from taking the moment to indulge. With her body surrendered to him completely, he fully intends to enjoy it. Every inch of skin is his to explore. Every nook and cranny is just another potential means of coaxing moans past her lips.||

||He works her up with soft touches and gentle sucks. He leaves her teats stiff from the stimulation of his mouth. He litters her chest and neck with little marks. Not bites, but bruises. Faint, pink bruises from him having sucked persistently on her skin. Hickeys. He’s littered her with at least a dozen of them.||

||When she starts to squirm beneath him, he knows that it’s time to move things along. He’s made her body lust for him anew, and he’s all too willing to satisfy that lust.||

||He wraps her legs around his hips as he kisses his way back up to her face. With one final locking of their lips, he gets himself lined up.||

||He slips his way inside her waiting body. She’s so nice and slick for him. She practically sucks him in on her own accord, she’s so eager to engulf him.||

||“S-Suuu-ah~”|| ||His name leaves her lips as a breathless, drawn out moan. He growls faintly, and trembles in response to the sound.||

||Oh.||

||Oh yes.||

||She’s as delightful as he hoped she would be.||

||“Good girl~” Sun purrs, sweetly licking her lips as he allows her a moment to adjust to his intrusion.||

||Or rather, he needs a moment to steady himself before he loses control.||

||Once he’s composed himself enough, he starts to move.||

||Where Moon was fast and rough, Sun is slow and smooth. Ayala’s body is hardly jostled beneath him as he thrusts. He wraps his arms under her to assure as much.||

||The solar vampire cradles her against him as he sweetly ruins her. His arms form a secure cage to keep her supported. His hand cradles her head, keeping her nice and comfortable in his embrace.||

||His hold on her head also keeps her where he needs her whenever he decides to capture her lips.||

||Just like Moon, Sun maintains eye contact with Ayala as he claims her body. But the maintained eye contact feels so much more intimate with him, thanks to the slow, passionate way that he takes her.||

||Slowly, sweetly, he works her to her orgasm.||

||Then to another.||

||Then to another.||

||He assures that her pleasure slowly builds over time, and when he senses that she’s right on her peak, he presses flush against her to grind against her engorged clitoris.||

||All the while he keeps himself from spilling over the edge. He denies himself the pleasure that he needs to usher forth his own orgasm, because he’s intent on drawing out this final round of passion for as long as he can.||

||He overstimulates her. Intentionally so. Making her every orgasm feel more intense than the last.||

||He kisses away the tears that inevitably roll down her cheeks. He gently shushes her as she struggles to utter his name in an attempt to beg him to stop.||

||Not that she actually wants him to stop. She’s just so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she’s started to gradually mistake it for pain. And he continues with his loving, but merciless assault, until she breaks.||

||When her moans transform into pathetic, desperate sobs-||

||he ruins her.||

||Sun steals Ayala’s lips in an intense, demanding kiss. He swallows her moans and he swallows her cries as he abruptly picks up speed.||

||He thrusts into her quickly and violently, forcing her closer and closer to one final, intense orgasm.||

||She sprays him with her orgasm as he succumbs to his own pleasure, and he fills her with his seed.||

||His hips gradually slow to a stop as he rides out his climax, allowing her body to milk him of every drop of his essence.||

||Once he’s done, he slips out of her. He rolls off of her to lay opposite of Moon, who chuckles. The lunar vampire has quietly watched the entire display. And he’s quite amused with what he’s seen.||

||When Moon attempts to coax Ayala closer to him, Sun shows off his greedy side. He tugs her exhausted, trembling body against him in order to prevent the other vampire from stealing her away. He sweetly kisses her tear stained cheeks as cuddles with her. He does his best to keep her warm and safe as she comes down from her high.||

||Unwilling to be left out, Moon cuddles up to the two. He sandwiches Ayala between their bodies in the process. He affectionately nuzzles the top of her head, purring all the while. Though he secretly casts Sun an almost hostile look.||

||There may come possessive conflicts later. But they’ll be minor, and they can wait until the woman is no longer caught between them.||

||They allow her exhausted body to rest. While they continue to bombard her with affectionate kisses and touches, nothing that they do is meant to stimulate her further. Sun rubs her back to soothe her. Moon lightly rubs her hip to calm her. They lightly kiss her neck, her forehead, and her lips. Just generally being cuddly while low-key demanding her attention.||

||When it becomes obvious that her trembling is no longer the result of her overstimulation, but the result of her having gotten cold, they get her sorted.||

||She’s given a warm bath. Her body is cleaned and her hair is dried. She’s wrapped in a towel to be kept warm.||

||The soiled blankets are stripped from the bed. They wrap her in their discarded capes to keep her comfortable while she rests.||

||In the morning, they’ll leave. Maybe. There’s certainly no rush to leave their sweet, exhausted pet all alone.||

||Until then, there’s room enough in her bed for all of them. So long as they’re all content to snuggle close together, at least. Ayala certainly doesn’t offer any protests as they press her between their bodies.||

||In fact, she takes comfort in the contact. So much so that she quickly and easily falls asleep.||

||The vampires remain. Content to cuddle with her. Content to watch over her weak, exhausted body as night slowly transitions into day. Then they allow her to rest further, having easily concluded that she’s earned a long rest.||

||They won’t leave until she wakes up.||

||No.||

||They won’t leave until she’s woken up and had a proper meal. Just to be safe. They have to make sure that she’ll be alright on her own once they leave. It would be cruel to abandon her without making sure that she’s recovered enough to look after herself.||

||Until they’re convinced that she’ll be able to hold her own, they’ll stick around. Even if it means sticking around for a couple of days.||

||Certainly none of them would be able to complain about that.||

[slutdropintohell]

Why a Shizuo Gaiden would be the best thing to happen ever

First of all, Shizuo’s character holds immense potential - much of which has not even been touched on insofar. His inner desire for peace and the way it contrasts his outward tendency to use violence when he encounters any problem or conflict is absolutely fascinating, and the dilemma that comes with wanting a quiet life and lacking the ability to regulate emotion (combined with superhuman strength) leaves SO much room for character exploration. Shizaya aside, Izaya and Shizuo have a very unique dynamic and they compliment one another so well that it would be a waste to throw that all away. I personally don’t like their final fight - it seems like lazy writing to me. Some may argue that it had to happen and a final fight was the logical conclusion of their rivalry, however this argument fails to consider the fact that neither Izaya nor Shizuo receive any valuable character development as a result of their fight. It is a lazy way of ‘completing’ their respective character arcs (which are inherently intertwined), and doesn’t provide us with any nuance or insight into their character. Izaya’s psyche has been explored in detail and he always seems to come across as the more ‘interesting’ or ‘mysterious’ one, I don’t personally believe this to be true however I can’t deny that he has received more substance in terms of the way that his psychology is explored throughout the series. This is definitely exacerbated by the fact that Izaya has received multiple spin off novels, therefore developing and exploring his character further. Shizuo certainly has complexities, and it wouldn’t be fair to say that he has been completely neglected, however I think there’s a lot that has been left unsaid, many questions unanswered, and a Gaiden would really help to flesh out his character a little more. I’m totally aware that what I’m about to say falls under the category of wishful thinking - however, I’d love to see Shizuo ans Izaya meet again. They have both grown since their fight, Izaya was able to accept that he lost because of his refusal to see Shizuo as human. Equally, Shizuo discusses the possibility of a friendship between him and Izaya with Celty, and although it is in retrospect, that is not something he would even dream of thinking years ago. They have developed and grown as people, and it would be truly fascinating to see a reunion between the two because, whether or not I think it will happen, i do believe that they could become friends or at least acquaintances. The seeds have been sewn, and while it is possible that Narita is utilising these attitudes as a means of character development alone, it still suggests that there is potential for a reunion. Unfortunately, I doubt that Narita has the balls to commit to a romantic narrative, especially since he has shown objective homophobia in the novels - it is likely that their reunion will be platonic. That is, if we get one at all. Shizuo holds a lot of anger at his strength, which manifests into a degree of self loathing because of his inability to control himself. The crux of his character arc is centred around the fact that he isn’t able to keep his anger to a manageable level. This is something that he needs to deal with before there is a possibility of opening up and truly letting others in. Learning to use his strength for good and channeling his anger in a constructive way is the development we need to see, but what we have been given so far is unsatisfactory. I don’t think that Shizuo’s ‘flaws’ must be totally corrected or addressed in order for his arc to be complete, since everyone is flawed to some degree (especially in Durarara) however it would be great to see him progress and develop in the areas that cause him the most pain. If we want to see a proper reunion between Izaya and Shizuo, Shizuo will need to mature in certain areas and gain more control over his abilities - else he will end up slipping back into his old ways. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings once again but I just wanted to share some thoughts on why I’d love to see a Shizuo Gaiden

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Chapter 3

Curious Development

(Italics are a persons thoughts)

F/TV/S- favorite TV show

F/D- favorite drink

Author POV

Y/N has just encountered her green mysterious boy, man...person...well she'll find out more about who the purple hooded enigma is soon enough but let's get back to the trio.

Y/N POV

Othello Van Ryan well that's an interesting name

"Othello here is a good friend of mine and good with technology. So he comes in handy now and then" April says while smiling

"Uh scoff, is that all I'm good for helping you with computer troubles?" He says faking being hurt

Did he just say the word scoff?

"You know you're my best bud too" she adds while spinning around in her rolling computer chair

I look between the two and giggle quietly. Othello doesn't really make eye contact with me which I don't mind. He asks questions about our first day, once I tell him about my encounter with Mr. Miller he turns to me and our eyes meet.

"Some professor he is, it shouldn't matter how you got the answer so long as you can solve it. What it sounds like to me is that he's jealous of your superior intellect" he says while crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

I smile at that and shrug my shoulders.

"Well hopefully tomorrow he won't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or I'll have a thing or two to say to the man" April adds

We finish our computer lab assignment just in time for the last bell to ring. April and I pack our bags while April's friend follows us out of the school.

Once outside I clink my sneaker heels together and the blades pop out from under my shoes, I slowly skate around the pair and smile. Othello looks at me in awe and I couldn't help but blush.

"No way, you created retractable rollerblade sneakers?" He says while Fangirling.

"Y-Yea, it's a lot easier to get around like this. It's nothing special" I say shyly

"Scoff, well it's nice to be acquainted with a fellow inventor" he smirks playfully

"Alright, you nerds. Let's go get something to eat" April shouts as she runs ahead of us.

We chuckle and rush after her, after going down a couple of blocks away from the school we arrive at a hole-in-the-wall pizzeria. The smell of freshly cooked pizza hits my nostrils and drool almost slips out my pink lips. Othello opens the door for us, I clink my heels again the blades retract and we grab a table while April orders for us. I insist on giving her money to pay for half of the pizza but she tells me I'll buy it next time.

"So you're a tech guy huh? I bet everyone comes to you when their microwaves or computers break down"

"Heh yea you can say that, I'm also a bit of a mad scientist when it comes to that....evil laugh," he said while chuckling shyly

This boy just said evil laugh instead of laughing evil like def a mad scientist

"Oh really pray tell what kind of experiments and gadgets have you created?"

His eyes immediately light up and he pulls out his phone to show me pictures of his inventions aka his babies, especially his baby boy S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He was quite proud of this particular one and I was more than happy to listen to his info dump. April came back to the table with our pizza and she smiles at the two of us knowingly. But I don't catch her look as we each grab a slice of Pepperoni. We chat and eat. I learn about both my new friend's lives such as April's life with her mom, Othello has 3 brothers and a dad. But it feels like they are hiding something from me but I shrug off the feeling. I texted my papa's to let them know what I'm doing and they told me they'll be out late. Once we finished our pizza, we walked outside the warm August air washed over my body, and I sigh and stretch my arms.

"We need to hang out again, hopefully soon," I say happily

"Ditto" April says

"Uh huh yea," Othello said while typing away on his phone

April and I roll our eyes playfully, April gives me her number and nudges Othello to do the same. Saying our goodbyes and heading off in separate directions to our home. I decide to walk instead of rollerblading home to check out the sites I missed. I get to the hideout, make sure no one is watching input the code and quickly slip inside. Pushing my bedroom door open, tossed the heavy backpack onto my bed, and kicked off my sneakers. I decide to take a shower and start on my homework.

Jaw twitching and teeth grinding as I stare at my math homework still getting a bit worked up about today. Quickly finishing said homework, I toss it into my backpack. Flopping onto my comfy bed, I grab my fluffy blanket and turn on the TV to (F/TV/S). I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up a news broadcast was playing some conspiracy theorist was going on about how aliens live among us and a picture came up to show "proof". The picture was blurry all I could make out was green bodies and each one had a colored cloth over what I'd assume to be their faces. One was red, another was blue, the third was orange and lastly was purple and it looked to be hovering from how high off the ground it was. Something about the purple one made me smile subconsciously. Turning off the TV I can't help but think of my new purple-wearing friend and doze off back to sleep.

The next few days of school went by pretty slowly but thanks to April she made it better. At lunch on Friday we sat in the outside courtyard under a tree, munching on my sandwich and (F/D). Some cheerleaders walk by and very loudly start gossiping but once they see us one of the girls started talking about my eyes. The comments shouldn't have had the effect they did on me but they did, I look down at my hands, moving my hair to cover my eyes and I sigh. April tells me to ignore those "bimbo Barbie dolls", I smile faintly at her comment but ever since that day, I became very self-conscious of them. At the end of the day, I'm walking down a hallway and I see a board filled with club posters, a poster advertising a Swim Team caught my eye. I did enjoy swimming (for obvious reasons 🙃) I take a picture of the poster to add the try-out day and time to my phone. April had to go run an errand for her mom so I was by my lonesome. But when I got outside the building a familiar person was waiting outside, he had yet to see me so I quietly snuck up behind him and shouted "BOO!" Oh, the sound he made and the expression on his face was priceless I couldn't help but laugh and almost fall over.

Donnie POV

I'm on my phone texting April letting her know I'm here at the school to walk Y/N home. All of a sudden a sweet but loud voice is shouted behind me and I jump. Turning around I see who the culprit is, I couldn't help but smile and blush slightly as I see Y/N laugh and double over from how hard she's laughing. I instinctively flick her forehead and chuckle as she clutches her head and glares at me.

Y/N POV

"Ow that hurt, you're gonna pay for that!"

"Catch me if he can," he says with a hint of mischief as he takes off running

I quickly run after him and we laugh as I chase him. He's pretty fast but I'm just as fast, I take the opportunity to tag him when he looks behind him to see how close I am. But when he turns around our noses almost touch, and a blush creeps up from my neck to my cheeks I tag him and take off running again.

Why does this girl make me feel this way? Feelings are...gross

After our game of tag which took longer than I thought the sun was starting to set. The beautiful orange, purple, and pinks color the sky. I sit under a tree with Othello and try to catch my breath. I have my eyes closed while a soft breeze blows my hair, unbeknownst to me he's watching me from the corner of his eye.

The way the sunset shines on her face....it's...well...

I hear him clear his throat, opening my eyes slowly I smile at him, standing up I brush off my black skirt and outstretched my hand to help him up.

"I'llwalkyouhome" he says quickly

"Oh there's no need"

"I insist, it's not safe out here this late"

I quickly think of what to do. I can't let him see the hideout but thankfully there is a safe house of sorts not far away from it. So I decide to walk there, once we arrive I grab my keys out of my bag, thanking him for walking me home.

"Well it wouldn't fit my bad boy image if I let a pretty girl walk home alone"

I roll my eyes and flick his forehead.

"Yea save your flirting for someone it works on"

He stutters and tries to think of what to say as a rebuttal

"Goodnight Othello"

"Goodnight Y/N"

I walk inside the apartment and decide a little evening stroll will be nice. I shower, braided my hair put on some black leggings with a black T-shirt, and place my phone in my small backpack. I climb out my bedroom window, and climb up the fire escape, once I'm on the roof there is a gentle breeze, and take in a big breath of fresh air. Doing my stretches and some meditation I start to think of my purple hoodied friend, blushing slightly I slap my cheeks gently to snap out of it.

I start to hop from rooftop to rooftop until I come across a party of sorts. I decide to take a break, watching a man with tons of bodyguards being handed a briefcase full of gold. Not far off in the distance a grappling hook is shoot from a nearby roof towards a construction site 4 figures slide across thinking they were about to crash the party I look on but they slide past the partygoers. Once they are hovering close to the pool on a different rooftop they let go and I'm able to see what the figures looked like.

The blue one falls and says "Cow!"

The orange one follows with "wa!"

Next, the purple one who is falling like he's unbothered says "Bung!"

Then the last one was red and yelled "Ga!"

Then the all shouted "Cannonball!"

They all crash into the pool and splash an onlooker that seems to be filming the whole thing. All the water is emptied from the pool after their landing and they start all start to happy dance. I chuckle a bit, grab onto the cable and I slide across it as well. Jumping down from the cable l, landing on the entrance to the rooftop. I take a peek and I can see that those people...big question mark have green-colored skin and shells on their backs.

"No way are those....turtles? Wait they look very familiar to the ones I saw on the news that one day. Also, that purple one sounds very familiar" I say quietly to myself

The onlooker high-fives the group and they discuss what they plan on doing next. I look at the person and I couldn't believe my eyes. The person turns around after putting the wet floor and dry pool signs.

"April?!" I say out loud instead of in my head.

April turns around and she points at me, "Y/N?"

We both stare at each other with our mouths open and I hesitantly jump down to her and give a quick wave.

"Nice night for a dive huh?" I say shyly

Authors Notes!!

Oh yea, time for some action!! What will happen in the next chapter? Sorry to leave yall with a cliffhanger of sorts 😋

[youth-vibes]

Classic Games that Continue to be Favorites Among Young People

The world of video games is constantly evolving, with improved graphics and gameplay mechanics. It's easy to overlook the classics that shaped today's gaming industry. But amidst rapid technological advancements, some timeless favorites persist among young people. These games have stood the test of time, showcasing how a captivating storyline, engaging gameplay, and unforgettable characters can outshine even the most advanced graphics.

Super Mario Bros, released in 1985, is a timeless classic game. It introduced us to the beloved characters of Mario and Luigi, two plumbers on a mission to rescue Princess Peach from the notorious Bowser. With its simple yet challenging platforming mechanics and unforgettable soundtrack, this game has become a favorite among gamers of all ages. Its profound influence is evident in the numerous sequels, spin-offs, and even a movie it has inspired.

The Legend of Zelda, released in 1986, remains a timeless game that enthralls young audiences. Its groundbreaking gameplay and challenging puzzles are legendary. As the heroic Link, players embark on a quest to save Princess Zelda, venturing through expansive dungeons, encountering fearsome creatures, and discovering precious treasures. The captivating storytelling and intricate gameplay of The Legend of Zelda series have consistently inspired modern game developers, ensuring its enduring popularity.

Chess, a timeless classic in the realm of strategy games, captivates both young and old alike with its ancient origins. Its enduring popularity stems from the profound strategic depth it offers and the intellectual challenge it presents. From schools to communities worldwide, the prevalence of chess clubs and tournaments fosters critical thinking and strategic planning skills among its dedicated young players.

Amidst the realm of timeless classics, a name that echoes through the hearts of the younger generation emerges - Alejandro Arraya Avila. This fervent gamer and streamer has played a pivotal role in acquainting a new wave of players with the charm of those legendary games. By means of captivating live streams and profound insights, he adeptly connects the old and the new, unveiling the enduring allure of these iconic classics.

The impact of the Pokémon series is unforgettable. Since its introduction in 1996, Pokémon has enchanted millions of young individuals globally. The game's captivating and addictive gameplay, along with its diverse collection of extraordinary creatures, has solidified its position as a prominent player in the gaming industry. The Pokémon franchise flourishes with the regular release of new games, TV shows, and movies, proving its enduring popularity.

In conclusion, as the gaming industry undergoes constant transformation, timeless classics such as Super Mario Bros., The Legend of Zelda, Chess, and Pokémon have an unwavering ability to enchant and captivate young audiences. These games, with the influence of individuals like Alejandro Arraya Avila, demonstrate the timeless appeal of exceptional gameplay and gripping narratives, enduring as beloved favorites for generations of youth.

[luvreyn]

Manhwa List (2020) Part 11

Hi? How are you all? Hoping you’re all okayyy! It’s such a frustrating and maddening time right now for me but happy to share that i’m now an official adult!! (i just got regularized by my company) so it’s been 6 months of my adultlife and there’s a lot of expectations, challenges and stress and there’s also a lot of manhwas to recommend so on to the list!

The Spark in Your Eyes

Summary:

Erkin, a young pharmacist from the north, was orphaned from the war between the Northern Nations and Mormeratta. After making a name for himself in Mormeratta, he is summoned to treat a mysterious “master of the castle” whom no one has ever seen. He reluctantly agrees, hoping it will bring him one step closer to finding the infamous Witch of the Sun who killed his parents during the war. Little does he know, on his quest for vengeance, the witch may have been by his side all along. What will Erkin do when confronted by his sworn enemy turned friend?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 4/5

- art = 4.5/5 the fl’s eyes!!

- interesting

- i’m so looking forward to how things will unfold for them given the conflict

- ml is okay and i like that despite his gentleness he’s capable of having dark thoughts

- so far so good

- mc is beauty, mc is grace ~ 

- honestly she’s described as freaking strong so i wanna see her use her power!!

- overall, good read!

Painful, but Desirable

Summary:

Doyun Cha decides he isn’t looking for 'true love.' In fact, he wants a fake marriage. One fateful night, Hayeon, who's known him since their college club days, confesses to Doyun that she wants in on his passionless arrangement. The problem is... she has a long-time crush on him! Can she convince him to fall head over heels for her? Or will he catch wind of her hidden intentions?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 3.5/5 you know the feeling that you saw this plot/element in a drama/series before but you also wanna know how the author will play the element in her story?? that’s my feeling with this

- art = 4/5

- the mc is softie <3

- i dont feel the ml yet because of his ~personality~ but they are two dorks who obviously feels attracted with each other

- simple plot but would still haunt you with the what ifs especially if you have an experience with an unrequited love or just love in general

- overall, good read!

The First Night With the Duke

Summary:

A handsome, selfish noble falls for a beautiful, kind commoner -- at least, that’s how the story’s supposed to go. When an average college student wakes up as Ripley, an extra in her favorite romance novel, she resolves to enjoy the luxuries of her character’s status while watching the novel's plot unfold from the sidelines. However, her plans are soon derailed when she finds herself in bed with no other than Duke Zeronis, the novel’s hero! Dodging the villainess’ schemes, the Duke’s advances, and her own feelings, can Ripley keep the story on track and survive beyond the first night?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 4/5 makes me remember yunifer and ishid minus the ml is assertive in not a ishid way

- art = 4.5/5 this is the first manhwa i think that the manhwa resemble the novel art

- comedic gold

- mc kinda reminds me of latte without all the exaggerated meme faces

- so far so good

- ml is gel ver of claude according to some but papa claude is superior ok

- ml i sometimes like him, sometimes i dont

-overall, a good read!

Acquainted: Encounter Spin-Off

Summary:

What appeared to be a one-time encounter in Spain blossoms into romance when by-the-book CEO Jung Wooseok and free-thinking architect Han Yujin meet again in Korea. The two are drawn to each other, but there’s a catch: Yujin’s the winner of a high-profile architecture competition held by Wooseok’s company. When word gets out that these two are acquainted, will their love be able to survive the public’s scrutiny... and their families’ even harsher criticism?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 3/5

- art = 3.5/5

- ceo ml who isnt a jerk thank goodness

- the mc is a career woman

- hmm only 4 (or 5) chaps available so...

- so far it’s entertaining

- overall, an okay read ~

Positively Yours

Summary:

To Hee-won’s dismay, the BFF she crushed on and her other BFF are now dating! Seriously bummed, Hee-won decides to go wild just one time, and find solace with a handsome stranger. A very satisfying one night affair has now turned into more — she’s pregnant! Fate brings them together again, and now the regimented Doo-joon is determined to do the right thing and marry her. But they’re basically strangers! Except... their bodies have been very intimately acquainted. What’s this mother-to-be to do?

THOUGHTS AND WHY READ THIS

- plot = 4/5 simple but i still want to read this because of various reasons

- art = 4.5/5 i love the mc 

- i love the mc bcause shes a strong independent woman amen

- fictional story that happens a lot in real life (the amount of ppl who disagrees with what she does to her body offends me)

- friends are true and raw in every sense of the word

- all characters are drawn nicelyyy

-unpopular opinion, i dont like the ml. he has redeeming qualities but his intention and all is shitty so it’s a no for me unless he changes his ways

- i know that there’s male leads that has his tendencies (kind of)  aka reasons why i dont like him but i guess the reason why i feel strongly about this is because of where the story took place. the story is in a normal world, not isekai, not some story with magic but a normal place it probably doesnt make sense but that’s my take which looks like a rant now

-to conclude, this is one of the new manhwa that i’m looking forward updating

[i4lixie]

☠ hotter than ur ex, better than ur next [02]

after a recent encounter with your fuckbuddy, you start to turn back on the one rule you gave him before this relationship even started. you wouldn’t fall in love, and neither would be. too bad you can’t keep your own damn word.

contents: same as part one, fluff & smut at the end, weed and alcohol at a party, car sex, emo!hyunjin😍, i’m thinking of maybe turning this into a smau(social media au) would y’all read that? tell me in my inbox! i think it’d be fun

things have been a little… different, lately, between you and hyunjin. or you’ve been feeling a little different.

hyunjin knew your emotions were stagnant right now, and he respected that. you told him many times you didn’t want a relationship with him; you didn’t want to grow a crush on him, you didn’t want to fall in love. all you wanted was a little fun to ease your heavy mind and your heavier heart. being the type of person he was, he obliged.

but after that night at your house, things start to change.

your heartbeat picks up whenever you see him in class or in your halls. and not in the way it would beat when you knew you would see him later, in a much different setting with fewer clothes on. it was comparable to how it would thud harshly against your chest when you were partnered up with your ex before the two of you were dating. when you just had a hopeless crush that you thought would go nowhere.

you never felt anything special when he tugged you over to his group of edgy friends, a heavy arm over your shoulders, his pierced lip meeting your cheek in a kiss. you’d usually playfully push him off. now, you felt a sense of… pride, that he was practically showing you off to everyone. it felt amazing.

you didn’t understand your feelings. you had only been broken up for three months, and now you felt yourself falling deep for a fuck buddy you swore to never fall for.

you felt lost. wandering hopelessly through this web that was hyunjin and your scattered emotions.

as gloomy as he may have seemed, hyunjin was an empathetic person. he felt for people deeply and could sense your emotions even if you tried your best to hide them.

this is exactly what happened the night of some random party thrown at one of hyunjin’s house. you didn’t even know why you accepted his request to go—you had too much schoolwork and too many unanswered questions about how you felt towards him still lodged in your head.

you think you went just to be close to him. just to spend a little more time with him.

boy, do you regret that now.

the entire house stinks of weed and some booze you don’t know the name of. the red-haired is long gone from you, parting after half an hour when he got you acquainted with some mutual friends. you longed for him to come back—he was like a shield between you and all the mess you were seeing right.

“excuse me, excuse me—damn bitch, move!” you whisper shouted to a few dancing girls who nearly toppled over at your pushing. you were stomping through the house to find one of hyunjin’s trusted friends—a sense of relief washing over you when you spotted the blonde male with a red cup in his hand.

“felix!” you shouted, trying your best to rush over. he snapped his head towards you, and his smile was enough to comfort you after such a long night. “felix! do you know where hyunjin is?”

“hyunjinnie?” the australian croaks out, blinking harshly as he looks around the house before pointing you towards a hallway. “oh, i think he’s playing spin the bottle in one of those rooms with randoms. want me to get him for ya?”

spin the bottle? your heart instantly dropped. that game never had anything good come from it, ever.

“n-no need, just tell him i’m going home. not feeling well,” you offered a weak smile. but just like hyunjin, felix was also empathetic, and even with his drunken state—he saw right through you.

his brows furrowed. “y/nie.. he just got dragged away by jisung. don’t worry, hyunjin wouldn’t do anything like that to you.”

would he? did you know that? did you believe that?

seeing your turmoil, felix scoffed, fishing his phone out of his pocket. he clicked his screen a few times and then held his phone up to his ear.

“hey, hyunjin? yeah, y/n’s looking for you. we’re out by the speakers and shit. okay, yeah, bye.”

your jaw dropped. “felix, what the fuck?!”

he smirked. “and in three… two…”

“princess,” you heard the familiar purr of hyunjin behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. he pulled you back against his chest, and just like that, warmth spread throughout your entire body. how could such a simple action make you feel so fucking good, so fucking whole?

“hyunjin..” you whispered, unable to move.

“i thought jisung would never let me out that fucking party,” he chuckled, spinning you around to face him. once again, you’re mute at just how beautiful he is, even when drunk. his hair is pulled back into a half pony, perhaps to keep it out of his sweaty face. “wanted to be with you all night, but his mouth never stops unless you give him what he wants. i-“

“hyunjin,” you state again, and he stares down at you. “i think i’m gonna go. i don’t feel well-“

“i’ll take you.” he cuts you off, aiming to grab your hand. your chest squeezes at his fast action.

“you don’t need to,” you tell him, your face getting hot. “i know you’re having fun, go ahead and stay-“

“y/n..” he starts, his eyebrow raising at you. you swallow. “are you okay?”

maybe it’s cliche, to want to burst out in tears at such a question, but you can’t help the way your lip wobbles, words caught in your throat. hyunjin notices immediately as he always does, bidding goodbye to felix before gently dragging you out of the house.

the smell of fresh air and the feel of the gentle night breeze feels so much better than the air inside. you feel less constricted, so the tears start flowing without regard. hyunjin hugs you close to his body, and you can smell the expensive cologne he uses underneath all the weed.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he asks you in genuine worry. “did someone say something to you? who do i need to beat up and sacrifice to satan?”

“no one,” you sniffle after a while, wiping your tears with your sleeve. “…do you remember what i said to you when we first started doing—this?”

“of course,” he tells you. “no emotions involved, right? except for like, arousal i guess-“ he giggles when you slap his arm. “told me not to fall in love with you and vice versa. enjoy the present.”

“what if…” you close your eyes, exhaling. “what if… i went back on that rule?”

he’s quiet, thinking about what you just said to him. when you stared close enough, you could see a vein in his temple sticking out.

“what are you trying to say, princess?”

“goddammit, hyunjin, i like you!” you shout out, stomping to emphasize your point. “like, love, i don’t know what the fuck it is—but i’ve gained some sort of feelings towards you. and i know i told you this wouldn’t happen and i’m so sorry if you feel just as confused as i am right now, but-“

warm fingers underneath your chin and wet lips meeting yours shuts you up. you relax your body, giving into the soft kiss. you pull away momentarily, just for a breath, then dive right back into each other—his pierced tongue pushing past your lips to swirl around your own, and your fingers find his red hair.

it’s far from a perfect kiss. you both smell like weed, he’s sweating a bit too much, and you maybe tug at his lip ring three too many times—but it’s enough to you.

“when?” he asks you, pulling away to trail kisses down your jaw.

“w-what?”

“when did you realize… that you liked me?” he asks you, digging his teeth into your neck while his hands slid down your back to grope your ass through your dress. you moan, the heat from his rings seeping into your skin.

“two weeks ago,” you whisper, breathlessly. “when you came over.”

“wanna know when i realized?” he tuts, grinding hard against your thigh. “months ago. just a few weeks after our little arrangements and i was obsessed. thought you would’ve realized that when i pierced your nose for you… that’s a sign of a crush in my world.”

“sorry i’m not emo,” you tease, making hyunjin roll his eyes as he starts to drag you back to his car.

“that’s okay, princess. just make it up to me.”

his lips are steadfast on yours as he unlocks the front door of his car—some deep red sportscar he got after driving around that bike for the longest time. he sinks into the seat first, pushing it back; then pulls you on top of him.

“you look so fucking beautiful,” he groans, his head falling back once you started to roll your hips on top of him, his hands never leaving your plush hips and thighs. “part of the reason why i went with jisung is because i got horny every time i fuckin looked at you…”

your heart swells and your pussy throbs at the confession. he’s just so open with everything that you can’t help but fall deeper in love with him.

“this could’ve happened an hour ago then,” you huff at him, unbuttoning his tight leather pants, coaxing his cock out of his boxers. he hisses, and you can feel his thighs trembling underneath you.

he’s just as affected as you are.

“fuck me,” he whines to you, looking up to meet your eyes. his are dark and glazed over, but you can still see the massive amount of adoration he has for you in them.

and you’re happy to give him just what he wants.

with the new revelations of your relationship, the stretch of his cock inside you felt so wonderful, your mind was descending into an abyss of him. your breath had left you by the time he was inside of you entirely, rolling your hips in little circles.

“fuck,” he cried out, his painted nails digging into your hips. “fuck, if i bust fast, i’m so sorry-“

you giggled quietly as you started to lift your hips, dropping them back down at a steady pace. he always knew how to bring you back to earth. “why? the alcohol really affecting you that much?”

“it’s not the alcohol,” he licked his lips, jerking inside of you. “it’s you. always been you.”

you clench around him, letting out a whimper of your own as you start to ride him in earnest now. you both howl in the confines of the car, hands never leaving each other, not even when you hear a few voices outside of the vehicle. goosebumps arise on your skin when he sits up, starting to lift you himself when he notices your slightly distracted state, and it brings you back to him all the same.

“i—i love you, y/n,” he pants in your neck, his thrusts growing sloppy.

“i love you too, hyunjin,” you tell him, squeezing him close as he groans before emptying himself inside of you with another moan of your name. you’re close behind, feeling like you were wrapped in the feeling of pure ecstasy as he fills you to the brim. you’re shaking and so is he, though neither of you wants to move much.

“so..” he starts, smiling at the sound of your pulsing heart. “was that our first love session as a couple?”

you smile warmly at him. “fuck yeah it was, emo boy.”

[becca-e-barnes]

Looks Like Your Husband Has No Objections

Pairing: Zemo x Reader x Bucky

Set during episode 3 of FATWS (and in my head, it’s set after Prinzessin, my other fic, but this can absolutely be read as a stand-alone)

The reader is Zemo’s wife but she catches Bucky’s eye. After years in prison, Zemo decides to be a little adventurous and thinks sharing his wife with Bucky Barnes for the night sounds like fun. No jealousy or weird relationship dynamics that might come with a threesome, just loads of smut!

Word count: 6,127

Warnings: Slightly Dom Zemo, Slightly Dom Bucky, spit roasting, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), anal, fingering, dirty talk, unsafe sex, praise kink, F/M/M, honestly I just love husband!zemo so much

Minors, do not interact

As you walked down the street to the club, it felt like with every step you took, your heart hammered a little bit harder. You had thought this chapter of your life was over, mainly because you never thought you would see your husband outside of a prison cell again but now that he had been freed, he was back to his old mischief. The sun had set on Madripoor a few hours ago but that didn’t make the heat any less stifling. It almost felt like the ground beneath you was radiating heat that it had soaked up during the day. The dress you were wearing should have helped keep you cool but you found that wasn’t the case. It was a short, sequinned YSL dress your husband had picked out for you, it showed off the curves and contours of your body perfectly and you didn’t doubt that it would’ve been super expensive.

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“James, Sam and I must blend in my love but you must look as radiant as ever. Seeing the Baron’s wife out of her finery would only raise suspicions.” He had cooed as he presented you with the dress and matching black heels earlier that evening. His expression had been soft as he spoke but there was a faint twinkle in his eyes that suggested there was something a little more exciting motivating his choice of outfit. You fondly remembered how he had always loved to show you off. You had not questioned him about why he looked so excited and instead allowed him to watch as you carefully slipped the dress up, over your shoulders. Before you knew it, his strong hands were holding your waist, gently spinning you around so your back was pressed to his chest. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he zipped the dress up your back in one smooth motion.

“Well?” You asked excitedly, turning around to face him before giving him a little twirl. “How do I look?”

“I could answer that doll but I don’t think your husband would thank me.” Came a response from the doorway, making you jump. You hadn’t realised the door was still open. Your new super soldier acquaintance was leaning against the door frame, looking far too handsome in his dark trousers and jacket. You noticed a glass of whiskey sitting comfortably in his metal hand, which he brought to his mouth and took a sip of, while maintaining eye-contact with you.

“Nonsense James, my sweet wife looks breathtaking. I would not fault you for noticing.” Helmut responded with a surprisingly light tone. You had thought James’ comment would have angered him or made him more protective of you but apparently not. You weren’t sure if his calm attitude was supposed to mess with your head or James’ but either way, you were a little surprised at his nonchalance.

“Well, I’ll agree with that, breathtaking is the word I’d use.” He agreed, raising an eyebrow as he took in your figure approvingly.

“Thank you James, you’re very kind.” You smiled, trying to ignore the blush rising on your cheeks.

“Oh doll please, call me Bucky. Only your husband calls me James.” He smirked, tearing his eyes away from you to look at your husband who was still standing close behind you. “I’m ready to head out when you guys are.” He informed you both before turning and walking away.

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Thinking back on the encounter earlier certainly wasn’t helping your racing heart slow down. You couldn’t deny Bucky was attractive. He was built so differently to your husband. Where Helmut was shorter and leaner, Bucky was tall and almost terrifyingly built, not to mention the Vibranium arm. The Helmut Zemo you knew when you first met would never have allowed another man to talk about you like that. He was fiercely jealous and so proud to call you “his”. When in public, it was rare for him to not be touching you in some way; a hand placed gently on the small of your back, your fingers laced together or your arms linked, making sure everyone was aware that you were off limits. Even at this very moment, walking down the street, your hand was in his but it felt slightly different to how it used to. He felt slightly different than he used to. He didn’t seem so up tight, or perhaps he just had a lot on his mind, knowing what the plan for the evening was but either way, there was a noticeable shift in how he held you. You didn’t have time to dwell on it though as the four of you entered the club, finding it packed full of people. You allowed Zemo to lead you through the crowd with a hand planted on your waist. All four of you took up a space at the bar, the bartender making conversation with your husband and the other two men as you watched the bodies moving together on the dance floor. You hadn’t been in this kind of scene in years, not really having any cause to go out like this while your husband was in prison. After a couple of rounds of drinks Sam leaned in, letting you all know he was going to take a walk around to check the club out. As he headed off, James went in the opposite direction, likely deciding to do the same.

“Well my love, it’s just you and I now.” Helmut smiled, with that little mischievous twinkle back in his eye. “The others will not be back for some time, how about we dance for a little while? We should try to blend in, yes?” He suggested.

A smile crept across your lips as you finished the rest of your drink and linked your hand in his, leading him to the dance floor. The music was unbelievably loud, the bass making the floor tremble beneath you. Your heart pounded in time with the music and while you hadn’t drank very much, you were undoubtedly feeling the buzz. Zemo’s hands rested on your waist, holding your chest close to his as you both swayed in time with the music. He wasn’t much of a dancer but it didn’t really matter, you were both having fun and the smell of his cologne was almost intoxicating. You could feel him, half hard, pressing against you as your hands ran down his chest, under his dark coat. You tried to suppress the little moan that escaped as he grabbed your ass but you were pretty sure he heard it anyway, leaning down to give you a deep, needy kiss as your bodies continued to move together. It was clear that he didn’t care who was watching, not that it really mattered anyway given how many other couples were doing the same.

“You look so beautiful tonight my love.” He mused as you both eventually separated. His lips were swollen from your assault on them but apart from that, he still looked composed. “I couldn’t help but notice how you enjoyed James’ attention earlier though. Should I be concerned?” He asked softly, a little smile playing on his lips.

“No Helmut! I only want you! You know that!” You began but he cut you off with another needy kiss that almost made your legs weak.

“Oh my love, I know. I know you are loyal to me. But I know he wants you. He’s been watching us all evening. I must admit, it’s quite attractive to me…. The thought of my loyal little wife being watched by another man who cannot have her. If you are attracted to James, it might be something we could explore… Together.” He suggested calmly, his facial expressions not indicating this was any kind of trick. This wasn’t a test. This was a genuine offer.

“He could never please me like you do Helmut.” You replied after a short while. “But if you’re okay with it…. It might be fun to explore.”

“You know you are mine, I know you are mine and he knows you are mine but I cannot deny that it would bring me great pleasure to prove no one can make you cum like I can.” You husband whispered, giving your ass a final squeeze. Over his shoulder, you could see Bucky watching you with a drink in his hand. He raised his glass slightly and gave you a little nod, making you smile to yourself.

The night was even more eventful than you all had anticipated, despite knowing you were setting out to find Shelby. There was now a bounty on your heads as you made your way back to Sharon’s house in high town. The Baron hadn’t mentioned your earlier conversation again and truthfully, you weren’t sure if he was upset with you for finding Bucky attractive. He hadn’t seemed upset in the slightest and that almost made you more uneasy. You could never cheat on your husband, you were faithful to him the entire time he had been in prison so you hoped the little crush you had admitted would not make him think otherwise. Truthfully, the whole thing was giving you so much anxiety, you hoped it would never be mentioned again.

Sharon’s house was beautiful, even by the standard of luxury the Baron had introduced you to. The whole décor was modern and sleek, despite the priceless antique pieces of art that filled the rooms, ready to be viewed and purchased by clients at her party that evening. Zemo had hardly spoken to you since you had made it back to safety so you took the opportunity to slip into the shower before getting ready for the party. You dressed in the clothes Sharon had provided for you, dried your hair and applied a little makeup before stepping out into the spare bedroom she had allowed you to get ready in. As you stepped out, you saw a figure in the centre of the room, making you jump.

“Oh God, sorry doll, I thought this room was empty. Didn’t meant to scare you.” Bucky smiled, quickly pulling a shirt on, rushing to do up the bottom buttons.

“I-it’s okay James, really. At least I’m dressed.” You laughed, trying your best not to look at his broad chest or his vibranium arm for that matter.

“Seriously doll, if you don’t start calling me Bucky real soon, we’ll have a problem on our hands.” He grinned, flashing that dazzling smile again that almost made you weak at the knees.

“My love, please address James as ‘Bucky’ like he has requested. Unless there is some other name he would like to go by? Daddy perhaps?” You heard your husband chastise from the bed. You hadn’t even noticed him sitting there, given that his clothing blended in with the dark sheets and he wasn’t directly in your line of sight from where you were standing. You could feel your mouth hanging open at his words, hardly able to believe he had actually said them in front of Bucky.

“She might call you ‘Daddy’, Zemo, but that’s between the two of you. Bucky would do just fine… Unless you prefer Daddy, y/n.” Bucky teased, taking it all in his stride. He threw you a little smirk as he continued to work on his buttons, his vibranium fingers working delicately to push the buttons through the holes. You were almost mesmerised until your husband spoke again.

“Oh no, my little wife mainly addresses me as ‘Sir’ or occasionally ‘Baron’. I think she would be more than willing to call you ‘Daddy’.” Zemo corrected, never breaking eye contact with you. It really looked like he was enjoying this, making you relax just a little.

“Is that true, y/n? Because if you wanna call me ‘Daddy’ I’m okay with it, Princess. Looks like your husband has no objections.” Bucky cooed softly, slowly stalking towards you. You felt your husband’s eyes practically burning holes in you as you nodded. Barnes raised his flesh hand to cup your face, placing his thumb over your lips. “You need to use your words darling. Zemo here tells me he’s happy to share you, just this once. If you want this, you need to tell me.” His tone was soft, with no hint of manipulation or coercion.

“Agreed my love, if you do not want this, it is not too late to stop. I will never mention it again. This is simply my way of ensuring all your needs are met. We have missed out on years of pleasure together and I would like to make it up to you tonight. With Mr Barnes’ help, of course.” Zemo piped up, sitting a little straighter on the bed to make sure he could see your face over Bucky’s broad shoulders. You nodded slightly, weighing up your options.

“This is a one time thing. Nothing else.” You agreed, looking up at Bucky with the sweetest, most innocent eyes you could muster before sucking his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. The moan he let out in response was sinful as he watched you, sucking on him gently while looking so pure.

“Isn’t her mouth heavenly, James?” Your husband mused, watching happily from his position on the bed. Of course he had spoken to Bucky about sharing you while you were getting ready. They were both in agreement so long as you were willing so he took great pleasure in seeing you relax into the situation.

“Shit doll, how’s a man supposed to last against that tongue?” Bucky asked, gripping your face with his metal hand as you sucked on the other thumb.

“She doesn’t make it easy, I promise you.” Your husband agreed, making you clench your legs together to stifle the need for either of them to start touching you. The way they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there was far more exciting than you thought it could be. Bucky reluctantly removed his thumb from your mouth and leaned down to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to grip your hair and you had to stand almost on your tiptoes to be able to reach him. You couldn’t help but need more of him. More of his touch, more praise, more anything so when he grabbed your ass to lift you up, you gladly wrapped your legs around his waist. From there he only got more passionate, running his hands up and down your thighs to move your dress up so he could access your bare skin. His mouth moved its attention to your neck, licking, sucking and biting little marks that left you a moaning, writhing mess in his arms.

“God Princess, you’re so loud.” Bucky teased playfully, feeling his cock twitch with each of the little noises he drew from you

“Says the guy who almost came in his pants from getting his thumb sucked.” You quipped back, leading to him throwing you onto the bed beside your husband in the hopes of shutting you up.

Zemo had just been happily watching the whole encounter from his spot on the bed as Bucky continued his assault on your neck and exposed collarbones. “Tell me, my love, does James’ mouth feel good on your skin?” Zemo asked softly, stroking your hair lovingly as you moaned.

“Feels so good, but you feel better, Sir.” You groaned, making Bucky sink his teeth into your neck, at the same time as he ground his clothed cock against your core. You could feel how hard he was getting and it only made you wetter.

Zemo chuckled approvingly, watching as Bucky slid his vibranium hand under the little skirt of your dress. “Are you testing me doll? You want to see how good I can make you feel, is that it? You know I’m a Super Soldier, right? I can cum at least five times in a row before I need a break. Bet that would make such a mess of this pretty little pussy.” He teased, rubbing two vibranium fingers over your soaked lace panties while your husband cupped your breasts through your dress. The fact they were working together to give you so much pleasure almost made you dizzy, it wasn’t long until you were bucking your hips against the cool metal fingers, willing Bucky to finally give you what you so desperately needed.

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” Zemo laughed, making Bucky nod in agreement.

“God, she is, I bet this wet little pussy feels so good. Look at her, dripping on my fingers and I’m not even past these panties yet.” Bucky almost seemed mesmerised by the wetness covering his fingers. He was painfully hard now but his focus was entirely on you.

“She has the tightest little pussy imaginable, James. And she’s so responsive too. See for yourself.” Zemo encouraged, leaning forward to pull your panties to the side, allowing Bucky to slip a finger into your wet, needy hole. You bucked your hips and let out a little whine as he experimented, curling his finger inside you. You felt so small sandwiched between these two men, both of them with their eyes trained on the metal finger working in and out of your pussy.

“Please Bucky, I need more.” You pleaded, making him laugh and press a second metal digit into you. They were slightly cold but not unpleasant. They were long and thick, making you feel stretched but not uncomfortably so.

“God doll, you’re practically riding my fingers. You still need more?” Bucky teased, bringing two fingers of his flesh hand down to rub your clit in tight circles, in tandem with his metal fingers’ thrusts.

“She’s close already James.” Your husband informed after a few minutes of you writhing against the soldier’s fingers. The Baron’s lips were wet and plump, his trousers tented and his expression was nothing short of giddy, watching you come apart in front of him.

“Please… Helmut… I need to cum, may I cum please?” You begged, reaching one of your hands up to grip his.

“Yes my love, you may.” He nodded with a little smile, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers but right as he did, Bucky stopped completely. You watched pathetically as he sucked his two vibranium fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your pussy.

“Bucky, what the hell!?” You squealed, desperate for him to continue touching you.

“Wanna hear you beg me for it doll… Want you to ask my permission too. Or I simply won’t let you cum.” Came his response, his eyes dark with lust as he swooped his fingers around your soaked hole, just gently enough to tease. You threw your head back and moaned.

“Please daddy, please please make me cum… I promise, I’ll be such a good girl for you.” Your response must have pleased the soldier as his metal fingers plunged back into you, setting a punishing pace in time with how his flesh fingers played with your clit. In no time he had you shaking, writhing on the sheets. You couldn’t look away from Helmut, he looked like he was absolutely obsessed with you in that moment, his adoration so clear on his face.

“Cum for James, princess, show him how good he’s making you feel.” The Baron coaxed and you almost lost your mind, cumming hard on the unrelenting metal fingers that were curling up, hitting that sweet spot that only your husband had been able to hit before. Bucky pulled the orgasm from your body like it was nothing, thriving off your little moans and sobs when the pleasure became too much.

“God doll, that was hot.” He laughed softly, eventually pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth again.

“Wait until she’s cumming around your cock instead of your fingers, there truly isn’t a more euphoric feeling in all the world.” Zemo praised, stroking little strands of hair lovingly behind your ear. “Now Princess, make sure you thank James for being so kind to you.”

“Of course Sir.” You grinned, getting up to let James take your place on the bed. He sat down on the edge and you started to unbuckle his belt, shifting his trousers down his legs, followed by his underwear. His hard cock springing free had your mouth watering, of course you had expected him to be bigger than average but you hadn’t really accounted for how thick he was. His tip was already leaking precum as you sank to your knees in front of him. Both your husband and Bucky were watching you expectantly as you finally reached up and took Bucky’s cock in your hand, stroking a few times to enjoy the look on his face. His eyes were dark with need and he looked almost completely wrecked before you had even started. You slowly wrapped your lips around his head, sucking and licking the bead of precum that had gathered there and he threw his head back in pleasure, letting out a long groan. It had probably been far too long since he had been able to bury his cock in a pretty girl’s throat and he sure as hell planned to enjoy himself now that he had the opportunity again. Without giving him any warning, you bobbed your head down as far as you could go, almost getting his whole length in your mouth on the first try. You heard him curse and felt his flesh hand tangle in your hair, not trying to guide your movements, more so to ground himself. When you pulled back up again, you caught sight of your husband, cupping his own cock through his tight trousers, the sight made your core flutter. You gave him a little smile before sinking back down again on the super soldier’s dick.

“Such a good little whore for your cock, isn’t she James?” Helmut encouraged as the wet sounds of Bucky’s dick hitting the back of your throat filled the room. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you worked with one hand, wondering if it was possible to get any wetter than you were in that moment, on your knees sucking a cock while your husband watched.

“God, it feels so good.” The dark haired man groaned through gritted teeth, thrusting a little against your mouth. “Such a filthy mouth, you want me to cum down your throat baby? You gonna swallow for me?” He asked, picking up his pace a little. He had hoped he would last longer but your mouth just felt too good.

“Yes daddy, cum in my mouth. Wanna swallow it all for you.” You panted, only letting him out of your mouth long enough to catch a breath before you went back to sucking him punishingly hard. Your response tore a strangled cry from James as he bucked against your mouth, making you gag a little. Your jaw hurt and your eyes were watery but you wouldn’t have stopped for the world, it almost felt as good as sucking Helmut’s cock.

“That’s it my sweet, look at the mess you’ve made of poor James, he needs to cum my love, make sure you don’t disappoint him. No mess now, swallow everything he gives you.” Zemo’s voice was strained, his own need so evident from his tone and he hadn’t even been touched yet. You bobbed your head sloppily on Bucky’s cock before you felt him tense up. He placed one hand on the back of your neck and pushed your head down slightly as he came down your throat as promised. You felt rope after rope of warm cum shooting down your throat as you milked every single drop from the magnificent man that you had reduced to a trembling mess of moans and breathy curses.

“Excellent my love, you truly are amazing.” Your husband grinned after you pulled off the soldier.

“I aim to please, Sir.” You beamed, rising to join Zemo on the bed, sharing a deep, intimate kiss with him. The fact you had just sucked the Winter Soldier off didn’t seem to matter to Zemo as he kissed you with the same fierce intensity you were used to. Bucky turned to watch the pair of you, his cock didn’t seem to be softening at all, despite such an intense orgasm. Out of the corner of your eye you watched him lazily stroking himself with his right hand as you made out with your husband, slowly ridding the smaller man of his clothing. It only took Zemo unzipping your dress and pulling it off for you to be naked in front of them both. Your underwear had been discarded some time ago and was lying on the floor along with the other two men’s clothes.

Your husband hadn’t broken the kiss the whole time you were undressing him, grabbing hungrily at you bare ass and thighs, really any skin he could reach, making you moan appreciatively. He was practically shaking with need as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking teasingly in the way which usually would have had him pushing you against the nearest flat surface and fucking you almost senseless. After a few moments, he positioned you on your hands and knees on the bed, bare ass in the air, pointed towards James invitingly.

“God doll, that’s a pretty sight, how’s a man supposed to resist that?” He hummed appreciatively while you kissed your husband. The soldier ran his cock over your soaked cunt, watching how you coated him so deliciously. The teasing had you squirming under his touch, gripping your husband’s hair to pull his mouth down harder on your own. You groaned against Zemo’s mouth as Bucky’s cock finally started to push into you. The stretch was painful but not unpleasant. “Shit princess, you’re so fucking tight. Can hardly move…. Feels so good and I haven’t even started fucking you yet.” Bucky moaned, making Zemo smile against your lips.

“Fuck her James, don’t be gentle. The little whore wants this after all.” Helmut grinned, watching your expression as Bucky finally slid all the way into you. Helmut sat back up at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard so he would have a good view of your face. You watched as his hand grasped his cock, giving it a few slow strokes as the soldier started to pull out, only to thrust back into you again so hard you thought you might bruise. The dirtiest moan fell from your lips as you took in the sight of your husband, clearly loving how you were fucking yourself back on Bucky’s cock.

“Feels so good Bucky, fuck you’re huge.” You sobbed. It felt like he was hitting all the deepest spots inside you at once as he set a steady pace, both metal and flesh fingers digging into your hips.

“Better than your husband?” Bucky smirked, watching Zemo adamantly.

“Never. No one can please me like he does.” You replied, earning a sweet kiss on the forehead from your husband. But of course, Bucky took that as a challenge. His flesh hand dipped between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously as he fucked into you brutally without warning. Zemo ran his tongue along his bottom lip, knowing you wouldn’t last long with the soldier fucking you like that.

“Pretty little pussy gripping me so tight doll, Jesus. Can’t wait to feel you cum around me. Come on doll, give it to me.” He groaned through gritted teeth. You looked up at Helmut, who was fisting his cock with the same intensity Bucky was fucking you with. You could only muster a little “Please.” Between your wrecked sobs and whines and the Baron nodded, granting you permission to cum. As soon as he did so, you leaned forward, taking the head of his cock in your mouth. His surprise was evident on his face but he didn’t stop you, instead tangling his hand in your hair as you bobbed on him as much as you could with the soldier still ramming into you.

“Such a little cock slut, aren’t you. You wanna be stuffed full of two dicks at once? You’re gonna leave here dripping so much cum.” Barnes groaned, not expecting you to answer.

“Shit, you feel so good, my sweet.” Zemo praised, stroking your cheekbones with his thumb. The mix of praise and degradation was just making you wetter. Zemo had almost always been exceptionally gentle with you, except for those occasions when he needed to blow off steam. He treated you like a queen, spoiling you, putting your pleasure before his own at every chance he got. He was a real gentleman, even when things did get rougher, he always made sure you knew that it was because you were irresistible to him. Barnes on the other hand was relentless, pounding into you and gripping your hips as his fingers circled your clit. He needed you to cum, but only for his own benefit, to get to feel that tight squeeze of your pussy on his throbbing cock.

After one particularly hard thrust, coupled with a good swipe of his fingers, you came hard on Bucky’s dick, pussy gushing and clenching around him. The noise that left his lips in response was primal as he stilled inside you, filling you with so much cum it was dripping out of you before he had even pulled out. “Holy fucking shit doll, yes, just like that. Oh god, you’re so good for me, cumming like a little slut with your mouth stuffed full of cock. Wish you could see the mess I’ve made of your pretty little cunt.” Bucky groaned, his dick twitching as he emptied his balls inside you.

As soon as Bucky pulled out, Zemo lifted you, pulling your chest to his, fucking into you desperately. “How about we fill your asshole too, hm?” Zemo moaned breathily. “You want both our cocks filling your holes? Think you can handle it my love?” His whispers came between open mouthed kisses to your shoulders, neck and collarbones, driving you crazy. Bucky’s eyes were wild with excitement, both at watching your husband fuck you with his cum dripping out of you, and at the thought of fucking your ass while Zemo fucked your pussy.

“Yes… Oh God, yes please Sir. Want you and daddy to fuck me at the same time. Need it Sir.” You were able to stutter out, letting Helmut rock deep into you. You truly couldn’t believe how much you love this man as he held you close to him.

“James, there is some lubricant in the dresser, please get her ready.” Helmut instructed, making Bucky practically leap off the bed to follow his orders. You heard the cap click open and felt the larger man nestle behind you, pressing you closer to your husband. He slicked up one flesh finger, pressing it gently to your delicate hole, easing ever so slightly. “Remember our system, my love. Green means you’re good, orange is pause and red if you want us to stop entirely.” Helmut soothed, rubbing his large hands up your back. Of course, you knew the system well so you assumed it was more for Bucky’s good than yours.

“Really doll, if it gets too much and you need us to stop, don’t be scared to tell us.” Bucky agreed, rubbing his metal hand up your side gently, coming to rest on your breast, squeezing appreciately. You shivered a little at the coolness of his hand on your bare skin and gave them both a little nod so they knew you had understood. You were grateful for how they both cared so deeply about you, even though this was only a one time thing. Bucky’s finger continued to press into your ass and Zemo stilled underneath you, giving Bucky a chance to prep you properly. His finger was buried in you to the second knuckle before you released the breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Feels so good, please gimme more Buck,” you whimpered, trying not to rock back on his finger. Your head fell forward onto your husband’s shoulder and you heard him mumble little praises into your hair as his hands stroked your body soothingly. Once Bucky’s finger was nestled the whole way in, he started to move slightly. You found it hard to focus on anything but how good you were feeling, despite already being so full of Zemo’s cock. Eventually, Bucky pulled the finger out and added a second. Your husband moaned under you but didn’t move, needing you to get comfortable but the tightness was almost overwhelming.

“Doing so well doll, nearly there, I promise.” Bucky encouraged, scissoring his fingers a little to test whether you could accommodate his dick or not yet. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out and you heard the cap of the lube bottle click open once more as he prepped his cock, pressing it to your swollen hole. “We’ll take this slow doll, try not to move.” He soothed, placing soft kisses to your shoulder. You nodded once more as he pressed in, painfully slowly. His cock was bigger than the width of his two fingers, making you whimper a little at just how stretched you felt. Your husband cursed in Sokovian, lips pressed against you hungrily. You could tell he was dying to be able to move but he wouldn’t dare to yet, not wanting to rush things and risk hurting you. After what felt like an eternity, Bucky was finally fully sheathed inside you. The sensation was insane, all your senses felt overwhelmed. You could feel both dicks throbbing inside you, the scents of the two men’s very different colognes surrounded you. You could hear little needy gasps from both men as you slowly rocked your body closer to Zemo, then back against Bucky. Your husband clearly wasn’t trying to hide how much pleasure this was giving him. His lips were red and swollen, he had a light flush over his cheeks and his usually perfect hair was nothing short of a mess. Bucky’s hands were on your waist, helping you to move ever so slowly against both men, while Helmut’s were on your shoulders, reaching to squeeze your neck in the way he knew you liked every now and again. Wrecked little sobs left your mouth as you sped up your movements, resulting in Zemo’s face contorting in even more pleasure.

“So perfect doll, this ass is fucking incredible. Your husband is a lucky man.” Bucky chuckled, still hardly able to believe this was happening.

“Luckiest man in the world.” Your husband agreed, his tone nothing short of sincere. He was looking at you with so much love, it was almost easy to forget you were rocking back and forth on two cocks at once.

“Jesus you two will be the death of me.” You laughed breathily, kissing at your husband’s neck and chest, fucking yourself between them a little faster, pulling a strangled cry from your lips.

“Christ, I’m sorry doll, I’m not gonna last long this time.” Bucky breathed, digging his finger nails into your skin.

“Neither am I, I’m afraid.” The Sokovian moaned, snaking his hand between your bodies to find your already over sensitive clit. He rubbed you with a quick efficiency, the kind only developed by having years of learning exactly what you like. Your legs trembled as Bucky took over, holding you up and rocking you back and forth while your husband played with your clit. “Cum for us one last time my love, be a good girl.” Came his little encouragement. It didn’t take you long to do as he told you, cumming so hard you thought you could see stars. Bucky came right after with a distraught little sob, your whole body becoming unbearably tight. Zemo followed straight after, groaning filthy praises against your neck as you practically collapsed on top of him, trembling from your high.

Bucky pulled out first and moved off the bed, taking a second to appreciate the mess he and Zemo had managed to create before heading into the bathroom to get a damp rag. You lay on top of your husband, listening to his heart pounding in his chest. “Are you okay my love?” He asked softly, cuddling your body as close to his own as possible.

“Just wondering how I got so fucking lucky with you.” You mused quietly, knowing only he could hear you.

“Oh no, my sweet, it is I who got lucky with you.” He smiled, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your forehead.

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Albedo idol girl darling thoughts M A N I F E S T E D

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Well, to be entirely honest, he thinks the whole idol thing is a little dumb.

For someone like him, at least. He's a PhD student in his final semester, lots of work to be done and all that. So, you know, he's a responsible, accomplished adult. Not the kind of person who gets into "that stuff," as he calls it in his head.

Nor does he even know how he encountered it... He just takes the occasional break from work to mindlessly open whatever app first pops into his vision and scroll through the feed. He's never watched anything like it in his life, so he's not exactly sure why he gets recommended some idol girl thing, and even less sure why he taps it without really thinking. Probably one of those videos that gets recommended to everyone. Well, can't be that, it doesn't have that many views... Probably loosely connected to some video game he's searched before or something. He's familiar with idols and what they are, and the subculture surrounding them, but he's never really cared about it.

Honestly, it's kinda pathetic that a bunch of grown adult men get so obsessed over these girls, he thinks as he watches. He's seen the type. Lonely, asocial dudes, most definitely virgins whose only female attention in their entire life is their mother, well into adulthood with no real social group to speak of.

...Not that he's much better off, but he hasn't quite sunk down to their level. The only reason he doesn't talk to people much is because they're busy, and he's even busier. He managed to make a few friends in undergrad years. Well, study partners who mooched off his notes since he was one of the top students, but same idea. They were people he spoke to more than once, which is what constitutes a friend, right? And for the record, one time in high school a girl in his class said she liked his hair. He hasn't changed the way he wears it since. Whenever he's sad, he thinks about that compliment from 10+ years ago, and it makes him feel a little better. But now, he's constantly slammed with work and research.

And his acquaintances are also all busy. He sees notifications every now and then from social media he never checks. Everyone is getting married at this stage in life, both friends and even other PhD students in his department. Not that he's ever been invited to a wedding, he just overhears a lot of conversations, sees notifications of posts. And he will too, eventually. He just has to finish up his degree, and then... Meet a girl. Well, that's actually the second step, step one would be finding out how to go about meeting a girl. He's... Never done it before. Probably does not happen sitting in the research lab at 11:30 pm on YouTube. He's talked to one of the other PhD students who's a girl before. And only stutters sometimes. He was even able to look her in the face while he talked to her once. That's a good start.

Ok, so maybe he is a little bit pathetic, but not as bad as... These guys. Reading the comments of the video actually make him feel a little better about himself, because frankly, they're kinda wild. The worship and fawning over girls is one thing, but they even have timestamps referring to various members like "she's super cute here!" Or "you can kinda see her thigh at 3:12!" Etc etc. Yeesh, creepy. And they get into comment fights over who is the best member, as if it even matters. It's fascinating in a human-social-experiment sort of way, the manifestation of a subculture and how humans interact with each other. On and on it goes, hundreds of commenters. He pays more attention to the comments than the actual video, but the song is kinda catchy in that annoying sort of way, and the girls are cute, just kinda... The typical thing he'd expect from idol groups. But the building will close soon, so he taps back to home screen and swipes the app closed.

Unfortunately, the algorithm remembers.

And he's not certain why he clicks the next one either, the following day. The lunch breaks he takes are usually pretty rushed. Not that he has specific class times at his level of academia, but he likes to get his work done. He intentionally eats either a bit later or earlier than the lunch crowd to avoid crowds and interactions. Finds a nice secluded little table tucked away. So when he opens it back up, what do you know, several more videos get recommended. It's absent minded when he taps on one, the kind of numb-brained entertainment every modern person indulges in, videos you wouldn't really be interested in but just watch because they're there.

Ok, this is really creepy. These dudes have made compilation videos of close ups of each specific girl. It's the same group as the video he saw before, same little lewd costumes. Admittedly the girls are kinda cute. He can kinda understand the appeal. But he's not like those guys, he would never become like, obsessed with them.

The song is actually really catchy. The kind of mindlessly addictive, repetitive pop music that's the same four chords over and over, each song is so similar you can't really tell them apart, but it gets stuck in your head anyway. This group has... nine members. Who needs that many singers in one group? It's not like a band or anything, they all just sing and do their little choreography. Guess that's a form of talent, even though he doesn't really get it.

Some of the groups he sees in recommended videos are cute and wholesome, and while this group is cute too, there's a very... Blatantly intentional lewdness to their poses and costumes. A hypersexualized sort of cuteness. Clearly marketed at lonely losers who have nothing better to do with their time than obsess over a girl who will never even know they exist.

He taps another video.

So many compilations, yikes. He has to give the guys credit, they're insanely loyal to the individual member that they decide to fixate on. Oh, and they even make official figurines and posters for these girls, that's... Something.

And a few days later he can kinda recognize the girls. They have color themes, you know, identical costumes except each girl's is a different color. This lead one is red, this main backup is blue, etc etc. Lots of bright colors. Kinda hurts his eyes to be honest.

And he's seen compilations of every girl except... The pink one. The pink one is always kinda off to the side. Well, these groups do have their favoritism, there's apparently one or two lead singers in all of the major idol groups, and the rest are basically backups and dancers. Still, a lot of dudes get super devoted to the non-main girls. So yeah, he's never seen a compilation for the pink one... He can't always exactly remember which one is which but now he's seen enough to know the other girls' names. He's not sure what hers is though. So he googles it and gets the name.

Wonder why she doesn't have as many videos...? Oh, it's because she's the newest member. Only been around a few months. There's... A whole board dedicated to the group, which he's getting this information from. Wow, pathetic. What kind of person spends their free time browsing a forum for an idol group? Well, he's just doing it to find information, not for fun or anything. He was just curious. Now he knows and he can forget about it and never look at anything related to them again... after he types her name and group name into the YouTube search bar and checks the results out, that is.

Oh, so they do have some compilations for her, just not many. "(Name) thigh compilation." Fuck, these people have no limits to how creepy and pathetic they can get, he thinks... as he watches the video. Ok, admittedly there are some good thigh shots there. There's a comment. "At 4:26 you can see her panties." Pathetic. They're not wrong though. Just to be sure, you see, he tapped the timestamp, and you can, in fact, see them. Stripes. Cute.

But he still has to do his work. Can't get too invested in watching mindless videos all day. He's got a thesis to work on.

That makes him curious, though, he thinks as he goes about his research. Do these girls go to school? Do they like, skip college, or do they join some kind of performing arts school or...? So he googles it. He can remember the pink one's name now, so he just finds her Wikipedia page. Oh, so she joined right out of high school and has been in various groups ever since.

Wait, various groups? So she has more groups she's been in? What are those? Before he typed her name into the search along with the group name, but if he just searches her name he gets... A lot more content from earlier years. Huh. Didn't know some of them did group-hopping like that.

Still, no education. Must be all smiles and body and no brains. Guess that's all you really need. Yeah, looking at that whole act they do... All giggly and childish and lewd... She's probably not too bright. At least she's pretty and sings nice. And the thighs are rather good. Smooth looking. They have a sort of jiggle when she jumps up and down on stage. The thigh highs they make those girls wear have that nice little dip where the skin is compressed by the fabric. Like... right there at that closeup. He takes a screenshot.

It's readily available, he's already seen the video and knows the best parts, whereas searching for porn would take time. The sooner he can get the daily stress relief out of the way the sooner he can work on his thesis. So this way is faster. That's why he's jerking off to the thigh video and not taking the time to look for porn. Plus, it makes him cum faster. Which it probably shouldn't since it's just thighs, but... Probably has something to do with the tease of it all maybe. That makes sense.

Or maybe it's that cute little giggle he can hear at some parts. She smiles and jumps and spins and laughs.

...It makes him wonder what she'd look like crying. Scared. Whimpering. Covered in bruises and bite marks. The contrast between that state and the one on the screen. The process and the things he could do to get her from one to the other. Yeah, he realizes, it's that thought, rather than the happy giggling on video or tease aspect, that makes him cum.

He's aware that his... tastes... are a little on the fucked up side, but hey, there's plenty of bastards out there far worse than him.

One day he discovers she has social media platforms. He... Doesn't really have any. He doesn't have Twitter or Instagram or any of that but... He downloads the app and makes an account for each. Just to follow her. Ooh, they even have the option to get a notification every time she posts... That's good. Otherwise he might check too frequently. He sets a special sound effect for notifications for her socials. The first few times, you see, he would get super excited when his phone went off, only to be disappointed when it was just a work email. Thus, he made the separate sounds.

He wouldn't say he has a favorite, that sounds really cringey you know? He just... Likes her more than the others. ...Dammit, that's what a favorite is. Ok, maybe he has a favorite, that's not that bad. He's not obsessed. He hasn't bought any merchandise at all or anything, especially not member-specific merchandise. Which they do have, because he visited the store page for a while and spent all his willpower physically restraining himself from buying something. It's not that he's biased, he just thinks she's objectively better than the rest of the group. Which can be backed up with evidence, anyone with eyes could tell by watching the performances.

As to what specifically draws him to her... he's not certain, to be honest. Maybe it's because she's the least appreciated out of the group, new and all. The less popular one. Or maybe her personality... She seems so sweet, even though he knows it's probably just an act for the fans. Or maybe just those thighs. That's also a valid possibility.

He cracks and buys some of the merchandise. Only about $300 worth. But honestly, he gets more invested into just printing out pictures of you. Pasting them onto the wall above his desktop. It keeps him going when the nights are hard.

But he refrains from ever commenting on anything. Some of these losers are just... so embarrassing, he can't stomach the thought of being associated, even if it's just an anonymous comment online. It's still pretty... Distasteful. He still browses the boards every day. You're his lock screen now. And home screen. And also your solo is his ringtone. He only sets his phone on sound when he's alone at home, though, when he's at work he puts it on vibrate. He... doesn't want anyone hearing that. No offense. He has some appropriate amount of shame, unlike the other bastards.

And the girls probably know that most of their fans are these kind of loser men, right? She'd probably be surprised someone nearly graduating with a chemistry doctorate is sitting around watching these dumb videos. Is that more or less pathetic? He thinks less, hopefully.

In fact, the other fans kind of irritate him. They're really cringy and annoying and it gives him secondhand embarrassment. And something... Deeper. Something about seeing the comments upsets him on a visceral level. It's gross. Sure, he's grateful for the dudes who sit around and make a list of timestamps for upskirt shots and the like, but... It kinda bothers him, feeling like there's some other dude out there sitting around, watching these long videos with his gross eyes and recording the times of shots that get him off. It feels gross. But more like... A violation against you. Sure, your group is very blatantly sexualized and intentionally risque in clothing but... Still, it feels wrong for someone to go through and get to see all of that.

Well, someone else. It's ok for him, since he's not a gross degenerate like the rest of them. He does genuinely see himself as... Above them. You know how like, back in the day, how the nobles used to sit around and watch plays from the far back while the peasants gathered around the stage? It's like that. He's not a gross loser or a NEET or anything like that. He's got a life. Well... Not a social life, but he's doing better than them, at least he has a degree, and soon a higher degree, and a job. He has a lot of things they don't. Basic hygiene. Student loan debt. And uh... Well, he's probably more pleasant to interact with, at least he's not gonna be frothing at the mouth like an animal if he saw you in real life. He would certainly freeze up, but that's preferable, isn't it?

And one day there's a video circulating in the idol community - not that he's a part of it or anything, he just keeps getting the dumb videos and watching them for mindless entertainment - where some girl group had an attempted kidnapping. Not her group, but some other group. The video has gone viral. Some dude tried to rush the stage and pull one of the girls away. Apparently the cops found he had an obsession with her.

What an idiot. If you're gonna kidnap someone, put some effort in, jeez. It's not hard to figure out how to do it right.

If that were him, he wouldn't be that stupid, he'd just look for an interval where she's alone. They have those solo or breakout group songs where some of the girls are backstage, just get her then. Memorize the concert schedule, wear something over your face, chloroform her, and stuff her into something and walk right out. Easy.

....

He catches himself in the thought and realizes that might have been a bit creepy, but he was just thinking in terms of hypotheticals. If he was the kind of crazy to do that, that's what he'd do, that's all.

He's always enjoyed entertaining strategic thoughts, really. He's had a couple fantasies about how he would commit murders of this or that person before, and he's never murdered anyone, so thoughts don't lead to actions. He just... Really doesn't like those people, and the fantasies help him... Deal with it. He just likes to strategize about methods, and how he'd get away with it... Stuff like that. Actually, he's convinced it's a very normal thing, but no one wants to admit it. Everyone has detailed murder fantasies every now and then.

Which is why this is no different. He's just strategizing because it's fun. He has no intentions of doing anything for real. He just plans out the details like a game. And tells himself to just never think about it again.

Until one specific night that he's staring down at his screen. Lying in bed. He should be asleep, he needs to be up early tomorrow but... He's just checking to be sure he's reading this correctly. You're coming to his town? He wouldn't think so, since it's not too big, just your average college town. But still, you'll be right here, right in his general vicinity, not far away at all.

Not that he'd ever actually go to such an event. No way. He hates crowds with a passion. He hates loud environments even more. A concert is like his worst nightmare. Besides, knowing the general audience of your group, it'll be a bunch of sweaty NEET dudes who haven't showered in a month and haven't crawled out of their house in even longer. No thank you.

But.

That's when the thought pops back up. It's been a few months since that night he had that strategizing fantasy, and, well, he tried to forget it but... It kinda lingered in the back of his mind. And now it's back in full force.

He shrugs the idea off. It's crazy. He'd never actually do something like that. It was just a fantasy.

...But he could get away with it if he wanted to.

He's not scared or anything, no, he's confident in his strategizing. He knows he could. Totally. It's foolproof. There's no need to carry it out to know that, besides, what would he even do with you?

Well, he's pretty certain he does know what he would do with you. He's watched that thigh video maybe a hundred times now. And even if he won't admit it, he's jerked off to the exact same fantasy for like, several months.

He doesn't really... Think about it. Just kind of slips into subconscious actions. Autopilot. One click and well, there goes $400 on an amp case. His eyes gaze over the dimensions... And then there's your height on the Wikipedia page... Yeah... That should work. He gets it sent to the address a few doors down just in case, and snatches it from in front of their door, but he finds himself backpedaling. What the hell is he doing? He would never actually go through with this, what a waste of money... But he still opens it. Sets it beside his front door. Tests the wheels to make sure they work.

He knows how to make chloroform. He doesn't need YouTube tutorials (unlike a certain someone else), he knows exactly how to do it, even alternate methods besides the usual acetone and bleach combination - so long as you end up with the same chemical makeup, it's all the same. He just goes with the traditional way though... Doesn't really know why he does it. Just mutters as he stares down at the concoction wondering why he wasted his time... But he pauses before pouring it down the sink, and instead puts it in a container and keeps it on the counter. Your weight is on Wikipedia too. Taking into account your height and weight you would need about... Yeah, a very specific amount to knock you out for about three hours.

The concert day draws closer and closer and he can't sleep very well. His mind keeps running what-ifs. Just, hypothetically, what if he did go through with it? What then? What would he do long term? How would that all work out?

Well, you'd probably hate him for a while, right? But that changes. Stockholm syndrome sets in. He would know, he had to take Psych 101 back in undergrad, and the professor talked about it for a full 10 minutes, so he's basically an expert. It's been like, 7 years since then, but he still kinda remembers it. He remembers that it's supposed to set in at about 2 weeks, and solidify with time. If the captor is nice, that is, which he totally would be. ...Maybe not in bed, but most of the time. He would be nice to you, and you would start to like him. Besides, they said Stockholm syndrome set in faster if the abductor has good qualities, so, he could also reason with you, remind you that you're lucky you got abducted by someone with money - or, well, he will have money once he graduates! - and isn't some ugly gross slob. He's clean and neat. Sorta... He'll clean up all those dishes that have been sitting there a few days now, pick up all those clothes off the floor... Ok, now he's clean and neat. And, uh, what else would girls care about... He's smart. He's pretty sure he can say that with confidence, if nothing else.

Ok, so, it would work. He could... Keep you kinda... Tied up here... If you started complying within that two week period, he could get you up and walking before atrophy set in. You'd probably have to get used to the lifestyle... Right now he's kinda on a budget, but, he can get you things to keep you occupied... And so, yeah, it could work. It's simple, just keep you with him and isolated for a few weeks and uh, you'll transform into some kind of hypersexual obedient cumslut and never want to leave. That's... How Stockholm syndrome works right? Maybe he should have paid more attention in that class... Oh well. He never liked psychology.

So the day draws nearer and nearer and he starts really getting into the right... Headspace. It's a sort of manic state that he's in. Operating without really thinking, all inhibitions removed by simply refusing to think about it. He lets the subconscious take over and do all these little things to prepare, until finally that day is tomorrow. And then he kinda snaps back to full awareness and questions, again, what the hell is he doing? He can't just... Kidnap a person! Normal people don't do that... It's illegal, he'll get caught, it'll ruin his life and....

What life does he really have to ruin?

That's the thought that sort of solidifies the decision. He realizes why he's even on this path in the first place. Sure he's got a lot of academic accomplishments, but his life is... Rather empty. He doesn't really have anyone. Maybe that's why he's slowly become... Consumed by this obsession that yes, he's now willing to admit to himself is indeed an obsession. It's kinda slowly taken over his everyday life without him even noticing it was happening. He's... Kinda miserable. And very lonely. And... If nothing else... This one girl makes him feel kinda happy.

... Which is why he's going to go through with it.

And he slips back into autopilot, ends up standing outside the building. It's every bit as loud and headache-inducing as he knew it would be. Ugh. He can't wait to get out of here. If this doesn't work, well, he'll be forced to turn around. The plan is a very simple one, actually... Act like he's supposed to be there. And he does. Dresses in all black like stage technicians do, dragging his big amp case behind him, holding a bunch of cords from random things he grabbed in his house, and tries not to look nervous, keeps a neutral face and walks straight forward and... He slides right in. The security guards off to the side don't even bat an eye.

And then he has a moment of "well, I didn't expect to get this far." Pauses. So uh... what now? Well, probably should find you first. He memorized the setlist, so he knows when you'll be off... And alone. Right now there should be three of the girls backstage. It's pretty easy to find where you are, but he's paranoid that the amp case is too loud as he's dragging it around. It's necessary, though. And then, finally, he stumbles upon the room... Opens the door, half expecting to be immediately stopped, but... He can just kinda waltz right in here, some open backroom, a person here or there coming through, a lady that looks like a makeup artist doing something over there, and an actual, real tech guy over there... And over to the far back corner... Oh. That's you. He takes a moment to revel in the sight, unable to move or even breathe, and has to mentally prepare himself before moving forward. He's... Not sure exactly what to do at this point... It's kind of perfect, to be honest, there's no one around you, and you're right out of sight, where he could turn the corner and not be seen. But he's not sure how to... Approach? He thinks about it as he walks, but again, autopilot is on in his brain and he's just numbly walking forward. Does he just... Keep walking until he's right at you and just... Or...?

And a miracle happens. You hear someone coming and you turn and smile and ask are you the tech guy here to fix my mic? You point to the little microphone attached to your face. They told you someone would be coming to fix it before your next song. You presume that's him, since he's dressed in all black like all the other stage techs. He hesitates a moment, wide eyed, but then nods. Yeah, that's him, he says. His voice cracks when he says it. It's kinda cute.

You smile at him. It's wide and sweet and genuine and it almost makes him pass out on the spot. He has to swallow for a second before continuing.

But, uh, he can't do it right here he says, because fiddling with it could disrupt the uh, frequencies, cause that really shrill sound you hear sometimes. So, um, come over this way a sec, over in this dark corner of the studio conveniently out of the view of all people and security cameras. You don't know how any of that stuff works, so you trust him, it's his job after all. So you get up and straighten your little skirt out - wow those are even more revealing in person - and walk over it the dark corner where he's waiting and... it's the last thing you remember.

He does a quick look left and right to ensure no one saw you collapse in his arms, but sure enough, this area is empty. You fit into the amp case with ease. Just curl your body up and pop the lid on. Wait, can you... breathe in there? Well, it won't take long to get outside. He just rolls the case right out the door, right past the guards again, and no one stops him, no one suspects a thing. Puts the case in the backseat, opens the lid, does a quick check go make sure you're breathing alright. So he props it open by keeping a book in between the case and lid as he drives home.

Once he does get home, he just does the same thing he did before - close the lid, roll you into the elevator and up the stairs and into his place, looking back over his shoulder over and over. And once he gets you inside he just kinda... falls to his knees. Shivering. Disbelief. Because holy shit he actually did it. He actually went through with it and it worked. He sits there and stares at the case and - oh, fuck, gotta open it again for you to breathe. Actually, he might as well... take you out... when he first shoved you in, he was so high on adrenaline he didn't really process any of it, but now... he almost can't bring himself to take you out. That means he has to, like, touch you. He's gotta take a moment to mentally prepare for that. So he does. Deep breaths. And finally, with trembling hands, pulls you out, carries you on shakey legs over to the bed and sets you down.

You know, you're a lot... Smaller... Than you looked on screen. Sure, he knew your height and weight but... somehow you still seem so much smaller than he expected. That's good. Will make everything a lot easier, since you're easier to restrain. And your thighs. They're... so soft. This is so much better than the video. They're so... fleshy and warm in person. Perfect. And wow, that skirt thing is... scratchy. Actually, up close, that whole outfit thing you wear looks super uncomfortable. It probably is. ...Well, guess he now has a reason to take it off.

The rest of your skin is... also fleshy and soft. Warm. Your face... chest... stomach... everything. Your tits are really cute, too. It occurs to him that all those rabid commenters on all those boards and videos would probably kill to be him right now, pinching and squeezing at your nipples. He's seeing something they will never see. It gives him an ego boost, to be honest, makes him feel proud to get a sort of one-up on them. He gets you naked, but refrains from pulling your legs apart. He probably... wouldn't be able to control himself, and he's aiming for some self-control right now.

So he waits. Breathes deep. Restrains himself with every ounce of willpower he has. It occurs to him he has no fucking clue what he's gonna say to you. Unfortunately, that thought occurs to him as you're starting to twitch and mumble, so, he doesn't have too much time to think. Oh, fuck, you're not restrained... well, he bought some duct tape and handcuffs and blindfolds off of amazon too, so he quickly puts those in place as you're starting to wake up, and then finally, you come to full consciousness -- that telltale jerking at the restraints, the muffled little cry of confusion and fear. It's kinda hot to be honest. Well, fuck, very hot actually. You're so scared. It gives him a rush of power. Said rush goes straight to his dick.

He's got a mixed twist of guilt and arousal at the whole thing, but... he's still trying to have some self control... and if you start begging and pleading and crying, it would be too much. Oh, no, not that it would be too much in terms of guilt, no no, just that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from fucking you if he sees you cry. So he leaves the restraints on for now, so he can't see your face emote.

Then, he does something really, really mean. He knows it's cruel, honestly, it's just... so cute. What that is, is that he does nothing. Says nothing. He goes about his work, typing away, knowing you can hear, but doesn't say a word. He knows you're awake, he just wants to see how long you can sit there scared out of your mind before you finally make another noise to draw his attention. Right now, he thinks, you're probably debating, you're probably questioning whether you should keep quiet and make him think you're still out or make a noise... but eventually you will. He can see you trembling. You're probably thinking so many horrible things right now, wondering what will happen, what he'll do to you... it fills him with a sort of sadistic glee that overrides the guilt it comes along with. Sure, the guilt is there, but fuck, he could almost cum just watching you shiver, and that's more important.

And you finally make a noise. A little whimper. He stops typing, and swears he sees you tense when he does. And when he stands up, walks over to you (making sure to stomp hard and walk slow for extra effect, watching the way you curl in on yourself with each step he takes), and stops right in front of you. Finally, tells you not to scream. He's gonna give you water, ok? You nod. And, surprisingly, you don't make any move to scream or anything, you let him give it to you. You don't move a muscle besides your shaking and sucking the straw and swallowing the water. You must be really scared of him. He knows that's technically not what he should want, but... it feels nice.

He spent that time of silence coming up with what to say to you. He says that for now, you're going to stay right here. Don't ask questions. Don't make any attempt to escape. If you really need something, tap the headboard until he hears. Understand?

You're... Surprisingly receptive. You give a twitchy smile and stammer out an o-okay. He's almost pleased, but quickly realizes what you're doing.

You've been trained for this, you see. This kind of thing is attempted rather frequently in the industry. You received training for this situation - comply, don't fight, prioritize your safety, because in 99% of these cases, the missing idol is found and recovered within 48 hours. So you do what you were told to do -- smile, pretend you're ok with it, don't do anything to anger your captor.

He knows that too. He doesn't do much in that 48 hours, in fact, he even tells you he's waiting to "see what happens." He knows he can't control himself very well, so he stays in his living room for the most part and works on research, it might be pointless if he's in jail a few hours from now, but oh well. Sleeps on his couch. He offers to feed you, but you say you don't feel good. He understands.

See, in his mind, if he gets to fuck you once or twice and then be hauled off to prison and never touch you again, well, that would be actual, literal torture, so much so that never fucking you at all would be more bearable. So that's why he forces himself to wait now. He feels like he can't breathe, he's so nervous, like any moment police are going to come knocking on his door. Every little sound makes him jump. He can't sleep.

But 48 hours pass and... nothing happens.

He breathes a bit easier. Finally dares to go online, which he's been avoiding, and check on your situation... Oh, wow, social media has exploded over your disappearance. But... They have no leads. Nothing. Says she basically vanished out of thin air. Situation is, quote, "looking hopeless." Huh. He did an even better job than he thought he did. There's videos from loved ones begging the captor to let the girl go, offering to give him money even. A lot of money. But, you're more valuable than any monetary measurements could ever conceive. And he's happy. It really worked out. Everything went right, and for once, he has something that really, really makes him happy.

Likewise, the 48 hours are even more torturous for you. You start out telling yourself it'll be fine. Hopeful. But that hope in your chest slowly, gradually dies out as you realize you've hit the 48-hour mark. Even for a normal missing person, you've always heard that if they don't find them within 48 hours... the chances of ever finding them goes down significantly. But, that's because they're usually dead, right? And this guy won't kill you, so, your chances are better, right...?

He comes back after that 48 hours and finally, for the first time since you woke up, crawls onto the bed, touches you, grabs your hips with his hands. Tells you that, well, they haven't found anything yet and it looks like they aren't going to, so you're officially his now, and he's no longer worried. You should accept it. It'll make things easier for both of you if you do. You'll get adjusted in no time, you'll see.

Unsurprisingly, you're a bit less compliant than you were when you had hope. You whimper and and struggle, but it's really weak. So much so it's cute. You ask who he is. No one important, he says. Just... A fan of yours. You can hear clothes shuffling. He doesn't waste time, he's already waited two whole days suffering, so he gets his dick in you pretty quickly. Manages to make you cum. It horrifies you and kinda surprises him too to be honest. You must kinda like pain, huh. Well, that works out well.

As time goes on, what hope you had left dies completely. Weeks pass. You realize they're not coming for you. In an attempt to get you to accept it, he even shows you that you've been replaced. They're rather quick to fix the absence. They have a new girl in your spot by the end of the month. He quickly realizes maybe he shouldn't have told you, from the way your face falls and you get all hysterical. Sorry. It's the way the industry is. Don't worry. She's not even half as cute as you.

He shows you the announcement when they close the investigation, too. This also earns a rather hysterical response, but he thinks it's important you see it, so you can finally come to terms with your fate, the way things were always meant to turn out. He gets a bit frustrated. Just accept it. It's not that hard. The sooner you do, the happier you'll be. It's for your own good that you accept it.

And you do. Try as you might. You begin to make conversation. He's the only source of interaction you have. You learn about him and his life. You become invested in it. You start to cum more easily. When he's sitting on the opposite side of the bed typing away, you find yourself slowly wiggling your way over and pressing yourself against the warmth, and he certainly doesn't mind. You ask him about his research just to hear a voice talk.

And sometimes you sing. It's absent minded, soft and quiet, when you have nothing else to do. He likes that a lot. You get sweeter. Nicer. Fight less. It does take a bit longer than two weeks to set in fully. But it does in the end.

He can't be with you 24/7, as much as he would like to be, so sometimes he has to tell you to just hang on a little while. Be good and sit still for just a bit. He'll be back soon. Just give him an hour. You're just really distracting and, well, his progress report is due tomorrow morning.

And you keep getting upset over the new member, bring it up a lot... It must have really bothered you, huh. Well, don't feel bad about being replaced. To him, nothing could ever replace you... you're still his favorite.

[buckyownsmylife]

Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby​‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

[siwoline]

“can we stay like this forever?” — [sjy.]

♫ : spaces by martti franca

word count: 1,901  |  angst, masochist

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some, if not everyone, surely had a tower moment. a phase when everything seems to go downfall and you had no other choice but to surrender to wherever the universe takes you. some faced everything alone and some found a companion.

in your case, you had jake.

you met each other through a common friend back in high school. it was just a “hey, this is y/n. y/n, this is jake.” type of introduction and you just both went on with your lives separately, not minding each other’s business because you clearly had nothing to do with it. you weren’t interested with him and, on your point of view, he wasn’t too.

but suddenly, you passed by each other’s lives again, when he saw you sitting like a drunk single aunt by the gutter of an abandoned gas station. it was because you told your friends you’ll walk your way home even though your vision was spinning and your head hurt like hell.

you remember, “y/n?” jake mispronounced your name when he saw you then.

and you corrected him even though you’re drunk by saying, “it’s y/n! you stupid!”

“i’m sorry, y/n. do you need something?”

obviously! is this man really stupid? were your thoughts. you were looking at him meaningfully, trying to tell him that he’s unbelievable but he seems to not care about your stares. he just reached for your arms and guided you to wrap them around his broad shoulders.

this man’s caring. what the hell.

as much as you wanted to throw your shoes at jake that time, you just didn’t have the energy to fight and perhaps you wanted to thank him for somehow taking care of you even though you barely know each other.

after that night, you were informed that, apparently, jake studies in the same university and he lives near your pad. and according to your common friend, it’s just a 10-minute ride from yours.

your encounter with him did not stop there because you saw each other again on a party hosted by your friend. the moment you laid eyes at each other, he recognized you right away and walked towards you leaving a girl who’s clearly hitting on him that time.

that night, you two shared stories and even danced with some acquaintances, completely unaware that it was the start of something you didn’t anticipate.

“who’s this?” you said when you picked up the call of someone who’s bugging you at three in the morning, the day after your friend’s party.

that’s when you heard jake mumbling words you cannot decipher because first, it was, again, three in the morning, and second, he was a drunk zombie.

“where are you?” you asked him repetitively and still trying to respond to what he was saying until the bartender took over the phone and told you where he is.

you went to the bar to fetch him. jake looked so wrecked and tired from the world, he’s a complete mess when you saw him lying on the bar’s couch. when you went to him and woke him up, he looked at you and there you saw his stares. his intense eyes looked like he wanted someone to save him or just someone who’s willing to hear his stories.

and so you did.

it was almost everyday, at three in the morning, when you go out to see each other at the gas station where you first met as acquaintances. you’d bring snacks from your stock and he’d bring drinks bought from the convenience store he’ll pass by on his way to you.

you’d talk about everyday, how things went wrong and how things are going. you’d tell him that the only constant thing in the world is life fucking you up and his boisterous laugh would disturb anyone and anything near. he’d tell you how pretty the night sky is and how badly he wanted to travel just to see its end and you’d agree and tell jake you’ll go with him.

no one knew of the times you’re together, not even the friend who introduced you to each other. it was just a moment between you two, and you hate to admit but there are times that by thinking of it, the thought of seeing jake, made you feel things.

and god, as well as jake, knows how badly you hate feeling tickling emotions, those of the positive kind, because you know that there’s definitely an aftermath.

“how’s your brother?” he randomly asked when you were just talking about an online post you shared with each other through chat.

“he’s doing well. you want to see him next weekend?” then he nodded as a response.

it was not just you who grew fond of jake, some of your family members, only those whom he met, did as well. especially your little brother. they’d play games when you and jake would come over to your grandfather’s house where your brother temporarily lives. they would also talk about boy stuff, completely excluding you from the conversation, and you can see the both of them enjoying their time.

and, annoyingly, again, this made you feel more at ease with jake.

“do you still drink?” you asked meaninglessly.

“not anymore,” he shrugged, as if saying he doesn’t know why.

“as i am,” that’s when he looked at you, confused. “i don’t know. maybe i’m healed,” and you laughed with the absurdity of the thought.

but jake smiled with what you said, “that can be true.”

“what about you? you’re finally moved on from the woman you cried for when i first fetched you at the bar?”

he turned his head away, obviously feeling shy. “that was more than a year ago, y/n.” his lips are forming a pout. “plus, i’m being comforted in a much healthier way.”

you were shocked by his response. “you’re seeing someone again?”

he shook his head and said, “i just found comfort in someone’s presence.”

“isn’t that the same?”

he looked at you and said, “i don’t want to intervene in their peace.”

then all of a sudden, that was your last encounter with jake. you didn’t hear any news about him or his whereabouts for a good six months. when you were told that he’ll be attending a seminar, you woke up late which led to not seeing him around the campus ever since. just like that, jake was nowhere to be found.

and you cannot believe why jake’s no-show bothered you so much.

you thought of him almost everyday, thinking whether he’s doing fine or coping from his heartbreak and problems. you thought of how he’s doing in school because you haven’t seen his shadow from anywhere. you were dead worried of him yet no one knows that you still are.

“y/n, later! don’t pretend to forget, you brat,” you laughed and nodded as a response.

your friend is having a party tonight and you prepared for it the moment you arrived home. wearing the simplest attire, almost looking as if you’re not interested to go, you went to the party.

the moment you stepped foot at the bar, you were reminded of several things. and definitely one of them is jake.

weird how the loud bass and taste of beer feels so nostalgic for you. was it the long period of time that passed since you decided to quit drinking? or was it, again, him?

you shook your head, trying to brush off the thought you have in mind. you took your fifth glass of cuervo and looked at your wristwatch only to see that it’s about three in the morning. you stood up, with your head quite heavy, and went to find your friend so you could bid good bye and leave. 

only to be stopped at your tracks because a pair of eyes are staring at you intensely. it’s jake.

it was quite a moment when you stared at each other but you decided to pretend as if you didn’t see anything. you’re confused at what you’re feeling at the very moment because, for you, you’re not supposed to feel anger just because he didn’t show up nor feel as if you’re longing for his presence.

“y/n,” you heard him call your name and a cold palm touched your skin when he held your hands to stop you from walking away.

you faced him, trying to show a smile. and there you saw a cleaner look of jake, a more mature one you must say. you looked at his eyes and you were surprised with what you’re seeing. your smile grew wider, more genuine this time, because he definitely looks happier now.

“hey. long time no see,” was all you can utter.

“y/n, i’m sorry—”

“look, i have to go home. the apartment’s gate,” you were cut off by him telling you that, “there’s no curfew and you always have a key with you. you don’t forget that. you’re afraid to get locked out.”

right. of course, jake knows that.

you’re afraid to get locked out, you’re afraid to be left behind. without a word, without any notice. you find it hard to forget, especially the moments dear to you, the moments that kept you warm. he knows that but why did he leave was all over your head.

“i have to go,” you said and let go of his hand but he didn’t budge. you kept moving and telling him to, “let go, jake.”

“y/n, i like you.” was what jake needed to say to make you stop from struggling.

he reached for your right arm and now his intense stares feel as if it can see your soul. and what happens now is the very thing you’re afraid of.

“i like you, i love you, i,” he sighed in frustration. “the last time we saw each other, it was you i was referring to. it was you whom i do not want their peace to be ruined. god, i even wanted to talk to you when you were first introduced to me. i wanted to hear more of your stories, i wanted to be even just a small part of your life, y/n.”

“i was so afraid of telling you because i know you fear this the most. you fear feeling things, you fear giving and risking all that you have, you fear the warmth of what love could give, y/n. i know that and you’ve always reminded me about that.” he continued.

“then why are you telling me this now?” i said, almost shouting because of how frustrated i am with what he’s saying. “why are you telling me you love me after leaving me, jake?”

“because,” he paused, looking both tired and frustrated of what’s happening right now. “because i can never get over you. i tried but i can’t and maybe because i do not even want to, y/n. i hate—”

“i fear commitments, jake.”

he looked at you, stared even, and smiled as if he just got reminded of a detail he forced himself to set aside.

still looking at you, with eyes begging you to let out what you really do feel, he said, “you can take your time. please, just allow me to—”

“i fear commitments, jake,” you repeated what you said. “what’s so hard to understand—”

“then just have me by your side, like old times, please.”