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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 3 days ago

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Mother

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

(Sorry if this is at all cringy or stupid or whatever. After the last fic I made for these guys, I thought about making this. After seeing how well received my other fic was, I decided to go ahead with making this. I'm kind of enjoying this whole Motherly 9th member thing that I'm doing. Thank you for enjoying my stories.)

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Summary: You're the mother of the group, and the boys have no problem playing into the role.

You have been a part of Stray Kids since the beginning. You were Chan's right-hand woman and second in command. Your dynamic was very Husband and Wife. Father and Mother. You were quickly deemed the ‘Mother’ of the group. Due to how nurturing you were and how sweet you were with the boys. Stay was quick to pick up on how you and Chan worked so well together, especially when it came to taking care of your seven boys.

With your motherly role, it was only natural for your Skzoo to be a bear, that despite her having an actual name, she and you were both dubbed ‘Mama Bear’. And much like you, your Skzoo was often seen being motherly to the rest of the Skzoos. She could be seen cheering on Puppym when he danced and always giving BbokAri hugs, or breaking up fights between Leebit and Jiniret.

Of course, the boys themselves all played into this whenever they pleased. Felix and I.N. were the two who played into it the most. They had you wrapped around their fingers, and they knew it. They got away with more than they should. But they were your babies, so it was okay. You loved all the boys. You always made sure to be there when they needed you. All nine men were your world. So you always wanted to show them that and to show how much you loved and appreciated them. You were incredibly proud of each and every one of them.

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Chan let out a small sigh as he sat down. You were all in the middle of dance practice. For now, though, you were all having a ten-minute break. Chan's eyes watched you as you grabbed some water bottles, handing them to the boys sprawled out on the floor and couches.

You turned to look at Chan, who quickly opened his arms for you. You made your way over to him and sat down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you. You handed him his water before opening your own and drinking some of your water. The room was quiet for a moment. The only sounds were panting, groaning, and water bottles opening. Everyone had worked really hard.

“Ah! I think I'm dying.” Hyunjin groaned out as he draped himself across I.N.'s lap. Innie was quick to push Hyunjin off of him.

“Die over there.” I.N. let out a small huff as he watched Hyunjin place a hand on his heart, acting wounded.

Changbin got up and walked over to Hyunjin and pulled his body close to him. “I'll save you! Mouth to mouth will help.” Changbin puckered his lips and slowly moved closer to Hyunjin’s face.

Hyunjin slapped a hand on Changbin's face and pushed him away. “Yah, no.” He backed away, but Changbin followed.

“I'll make it better. Let me love you!” Binnie's voice was getting louder.

Hyunjin jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room. Changbin wasn't far behind as he ran after the taller male, arms open. “Come back! We're married!”

Hyunjin took cover behind Felix and Han. Which then sent Changbin into a full game of trying to catch at least one of the three. Soon enough, all seven boys were playing. I.N. got dragged into the game by Felix. Seungmin got dragged in by I.N. Han used Minho as a shield, only to have the tables turn when Binnie caught Minho, who in turn immediately caught Han. Everyone was laughing, shouting and having fun. Hyunjin let out a scream whenever he was almost caught.

You and Chan watched the boys with smiles on your faces.

“They're yours when they're this loud.” Chan told you with a small shrug of his shoulders as he turned to look at you.

You grinned. “No. They get their loudness from you. They get their fun side from me, though.”

Chan let out a gasp. “I'll have you know, I'm the fun parent.”

You let out a laugh. “Mmhm, sure you are.” You gently bumped your shoulder against him. “I think bossy suits you better.”

Chan's eyes went wide. “Yah! Take that back.” He said as he moved closer to you.

“Nope.” You wiggled out of his arms and jumped up.

Chan got up and took a step towards you. You turned and ran off. Chan quickly chased after you. And so the nine of you all chased each other. The thought of practice quickly escapes you all. Chan would have caught you if it wasn’t for Binnie accidentally running into him whilst he was chasing Seungmin.

Ten minutes passed of pure fun, of everyone trying to grab each other and tripping over one another. Chan did manage to catch you, peppering your face in kisses after he did so. Eventually, though, it was time to work again.

Chan clapped his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get back to work!” He called out loudly to get everyone’s attention.

The boys all stopped but complained. They were just having too much fun.

“Don’t make me have to ask for the AMV.” He told the groups.

Han frowned in confusion. “The AMV?”

Chan gestured towards you. “Angry Mother Voice.” That was enough to get the boys into their starting positions.

Chan walked past you, and your hands connected in a high five. “Works every time.” You told him happily.

He kissed your cheek and nodded in agreement. “They hate making their mother raise her voice.” He winked and walked over to the music. Soon enough, the nine of you were dancing in sync.

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It was Mother’s Day. A day meant for celebrating mothers. The boys all had plans to call their mothers that day. You were on tour, so spending the day with their mothers sadly wasn’t an option. So, FaceTime was the next best thing. Thankfully, though, they were all able to make plans for when you all returned home.

You blinked awake. You took a moment before rolling over. Chan had an arm wrapped around you. His free hand ran through your hair. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours.

“Morning, baby.” He spoke quietly.

“Morning, my love.” You replied to him with a soft smile on your face. You stretched and slowly sat up.

“I don’t want to get up.” He told you with a small whine.

You let out a soft giggle. “I know. But I would love to get breakfast.”

The moment you said those words, the door to your bedroom opened and in piled the other seven members of the group. Leeknow stood in front with a tray full of food. Hyunjin was holding your favourite flowers. Whilst Felix had a big gift in his hands for you.

“What’s all this?” You asked in confusion.

Minho set the tray on your lap. “Can’t we do something nice for you?” He asked you in an almost offended tone.

“Of course you can.” You said softly as Hyunjin and Han got to work putting a vase and the flowers on your desk.

“Thank you, boys.” You looked at the food to see all your favourites. There was even some of Felix’s brownies on a separate plate.

Chan sat up and reached over to grab a strawberry, only for Minho to slap his hand away. “Yah! That’s not for you.”

Chan looked at you. “Geez, nice to know who the favourite is.” You laughed and gave him a strawberry.

You happily ate the food as the boys all lounged around your room, doing as they pleased. You all talked about the upcoming day. They were all excited for the concert. You may have been a little sneaky. You knew the boys were upset about not getting to spend Mother’s Day with their mums. So you organised everything and were able to fly their parents out for the show.

The boys didn’t know. Well, Chan knew what the surprise was. He only found out because he walked in on you whilst you were calling his mother to talk about it all. So he had decided to help you plan everything. He even split the costs with you, saying he wanted to help. The parents were going all be together, in the perfect place, so they could sit down, so that the boys could spot them.

You finished eating your food and thanked the boys once again.

“Here, open this.” Felix excitedly said as he held up the present.

Minho took the tray from you and set it to the side so that Felix could put the present on your lap. You carefully opened it, only to be greeted by a beautiful painting. It was one of the nine of you. A painting of one of your favourite pictures. You were all at the beach. You and Chan were sitting on a blanket, watching the sun set as you shared strawberries. Leeknow and Han were sitting on the sand making a sandcastle with I.N., who was sipping on his favourite drink. Seungmin was being chased by Changbin. Finally, Felix and Hyunjin were both in the water, not to deep but enough to have fun.

“Hyunjin painted it. But it was Seungmin’s idea. Ayen and I found the picture for Jinnie to recreate.” Changbin said with a smile on his face.

“I love it. Thank you so much. Jinnie, this must have taken ages. Thank you.” You were proud of his art skills. “I think I’ll put it above the bed.” You said with a soft nod, panning to put it up later.

Chan opened the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out another present. You once again opened it. There in your hand is a pretty, velvet red box. You then opened the box and smiled. Inside was a necklace with all eight boys' names on it and what you assumed were their birthstones. Plus your birthstone in the centre.

“It was Han and Felix’s idea for this one. But Minho and I went to get it done.” Chan told you with a small nod of his head.

“Chan,” You spoke softly. It hadn’t clicked in your mind yet why they were doing this. “You do know it’s not my birthday, right. I appreciate the gifts. Thank you.”

Chan shrugged. “We know. We just wanted to show you how important you are to us.” He said, taking your hand in his. He gently kissed your knuckles.

After hugging each of the guys, you eventually had to get up. You showered, happily humming to yourself. When you made it back to your room, the painting was already above your bed. You got changed, and soon you were all off to start the day.

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It was later that night. The concert was in full swing. You were about halfway through. Your outfit suited you perfectly, and you felt comfortable. You had on the necklace that Chan had given you that morning. By this point, the boys had all spotted their parents.

There you all stood in the middle of the stage. Chan waved to everyone as I.N. and Changbin sneaked off backstage. You didn’t notice as Leeknow was distracting you with jokes.

“Everyone knows what day it is today. So from all of us, we want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there.” Chan spoke into his microphone. “Especially to our mums who are thankfully here watching us today, all thanks to one very special lady.” He turned to look at you.

You blinked up at him and lightly smacked his chest. “Yah! I told you not to tell them it was me.” You whined it as you bounced lightly on the spot.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. “We also wanted to celebrate said special lady, for stepping in as a mother for the boys whilst they're away from their mum’s.”

Han placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you lightly.

You let out a shocked laugh. “But, today is about mum’s. I’m not an actual mum. I just pretend to be.” You told the boys in confusion.

“We know and we want to show you how much we appreciate your efforts. You’ve been looking after these boys since day one. You’ve been parenting them alongside me, watching them grow. I know you’re not their mum. But you’re the next best thing, Sweetheart.” Chan took your hand in his gently.

Tears filled your eyes. “Chan. You’re gonna make me cry.” Your bottom lip trembled.

Minho couldn’t help but smile. “You’re always making sure I’m fed whilst I’m busy feeding everyone else. You always get excited to listen to me talk about my cats. You always make sure I’m taking breaks when I’m focused on dancing. You always make time to listen to my worries,” He gently patted your back.

Changbin and I.N. made their way over to a spot on the stage. They placed a small table down and placed a cake on top of it. They then made their way over to you. Binnie took Leeknow’s spot and hugged you tight.

“You helped teach me to cook. It took a while, but I’m getting there. You’re always encouraging me at the gym. Even if you don’t like working out, you’ll do it because it means spending time with me in a place that’s second nature to me.” Binnie pulled away from the hug and wiped away some of the tears that had begun to fall.

Hyunjin then came to your other side. “I know you send my mum clips of me dancing when we’re in rehearsal. I know you have a group chat with all of our moms to keep them updated about us, so they don’t miss out on anything. Thank you. You spoil me rotten, and I don’t think I’ve ever really told you how much I appreciate it. You keep buying me all these amazing art supplies. You’re always making sure I’m not too hard on myself when I can’t get a step right. You always play into my dramatics and let me get away with acting like a complete fool.” He held your hands in his and squeezed them gently.

“How do you know about that?” You asked him as you squeezed his hands back.

“Ayen’s mum told him. He said that she told him she was happy he had so many people taking care of him. That you were filling a role in his life that he needed in person. They can’t always be here; you can. So you fill the role we need from you. Friend, Sister, Mother, Mentor, Cheerleader. You don’t even realise you’re doing it.” You quickly hugged Hyunjin and smiled up at him through your watery eyes.

“You boys are the sweetest.” You told him with a small giggle.

“We’re about to get sweeter,” Han said from behind you. He moved and hip bumped Minho out of the way. Minho immediately hip bumped him back.

Han gripped onto you to keep his balance. “Anyway. You’re one of the best pillows I’ve ever had. You’re always so gentle when you wake me up. You never want to startle me awake. I’m grateful for that. I know you always put extra food on my plate when I’m not looking. You’re always there when my anxiety takes over or when I have a panic attack. Thank you.” He then gave you a tight side hug.

Hyunjin stepped to the side as Felix came bouncing over to you. He immediately wrapped you in a hug. “I love you.” He said with a smile as he pulled away from the hug. His own eyes filled with tears.

“You always let me hug you. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of practice, or cooking in the kitchen or if I’m crawling into bed with you. You’re always there with open arms for me. You’ll let me cuddle up to you like a baby, and a part of me loves it. You’re always giving me massages whilst I do it for everyone else. You bake with me, and it always feels like a good bonding moment with you. You let me play with your hair, and you always help me when I want to dye mine. You always make sure I have enough food and that I’m comfortable. So, thank you for that.” He then hugged you again. The two of you cried into each other for a little bit before Felix was gently pulled away by Chan.

Seungmin took Felix’s place and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You give me confidence. Whenever I get nervous about doing something without the group, you always make me feel better about it, more confident. You let me tease you like there's no tomorrow. I get away with more than I probably should. But even when I’m cheating in a game, you're still always there, cheering me on and praising me for my creative thinking. You’re someone I can go to when I need to talk. You never judge. But you always listen.” The male then kissed your cheek softly before letting I.N. take his place.

I.N. stood in front of you with a smile. “You’re always saving me from the Hyungs. You always have my favourite coffee ready in the morning. You always put a blanket on me when I fall asleep. You’re always willing to listen to me ramble about whatever I want. Whenever I want something, you never hesitate to get it for me, even when you don’t need to. You do it because you enjoy buying things for the people you love. You always seem to know when I’m ready for a hug or when I’m not feeling physical touch. You always know. You always encourage me when I’m singing or dancing.” He wrapped up in a quick hug before pulling away.

By now, you were crying. Most of the boys were as well.

Chan walked to your side and placed a hand on your hip. “You make an impact even when you don’t realise it. Which is why the boys wanted to celebrate you.” He wiped your tears away. “One, two, three.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!!” The boys all cheered in perfect unison. The eight men all surrounded you in a tight hug. You stayed like that for a while before Changbin pulled away. “We got you a cake.” He said. He took your hand and walked you over to the table. There it was. A pretty cake, your favourite colour and flavour. It was perfect.

“I love you guys so much.” You told them as you let out a sob. You turned to face their parents. “Thank you for trusting me to look after your boys. I know it mustn’t have been easy at the start. To trust a random girl with looking after your sons. Making sure they go to school, sleep and practice. Making sure they’re happy and healthy, and safe. So, thank you for trusting me to be that for them.” You bowed to them before the boys pulled you back into a tight hug. Chan placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“We love you, too.” He whispered to you.

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You stood in the kitchen with Minho and Chan. The three of you were cooking for everyone. The nine of you were recording a SkZ Code episode, and having lost rock, paper, scissors, the three of you were left with doing the cooking. Which wasn't different to usual. The three of you often found yourselves cooking. Seungmin had found his way into the kitchen, having been bored. He didn’t do much cooking-wise, but he did set the table after you asked him to.

The food was now ready to be served. “Puppy, can you call the others in, please?” You asked him, a sweetness in your voice.

Seugmin nodded and immediately went off to find the others. Whilst he did that, Minho and Chan put the food on the table. You made drinks for everyone.

Seungmin walked in with Felix following behind him.

“Where are the others?” You asked curiously.

Seugmin shrugged. “Yongbok was the only one who listened.”

“You four, sit down. I’ll go get those ignorent sods.” You left the room and made your way outside, where the others were. Han and I.N. were playing catch, Hyunjin was relaxing, and Binnie looked like he was asleep. “Yah!” You shouted, quickly getting their attention. “Want to tell me why we’re all out here and not inside? Seungmin came out to get you all. So tell me why, Felix was the only one to come inside?” You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at them.

“We um…” No one had an answer.

“Inside now. One of you wake Changbin up. If the four of you are not at the table within the next minute, you’ll be going to bed without dessert and without food. And I want you all to apologise to Seungmin for ignoring him.” It was an empty threat for the most part. You’d never deprive the boys of food. You’d only deprive them of dessert.

Hyunjin quickly shook Changbin awake. The four boys made their way inside and to the table. You stepped inside and closed the back door. You made it to the table in time to hear the apology. You sat down in your seat between Chan and Leeknow, across from Changbin.

“Alright. Let’s eat.” And they did. You fed Leeknow and put food on Chan and Felix's plates as Minho took care of giving the others extra food. The nine of you began sharing the food and happily eating. You enjoyed the days you all got to sit like this and eat, like a family. It could be a home-cooked meal at one of the dorms. Or it could be something you ordered whilst at the studio whilst you all practised. Or room service whilst you all chill in one of the hotel rooms whilst on tour. Either way, family dinners were your favourite. Everyone always laughed and had something to say. It always turned fun and made you all laugh. Good food and even better company.

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Hyunjin looked through the paints in front of him. There were so many choices, and he was struggling to decide which set to get. He picked up two palettes and sighed. He turned to face you.

“What do you think? Water paints or oil?” He asked you curiously.

You shrugged. “We’ll i’ve been enjoying your water paintings recently. But you seem really into the oil paintings at the moment, so maybe the oils?” You suggested.

Hyunjjin bit his bottom lip and nodded lightly. “Maybe. They are both pretty.”

You let out a soft sigh and took the two palettes from him. “How about this, I’ll buy you both.” You told him. “You get the brushes you wanted, and I’ll get you these.”

Hyunjin shook his head and held a hand out to you. “You don’t have to do that. I can get them myself.” He told you. Whilst he was one of the ones who tended to just shrug when you offered to pay for him, he still always liked to push back. Even just a little. Because the reality was that you didn't have to buy him things. You didn’t have to spoil him like he was your son, and it was her birthday or Christmas. So he always liked to make sure. He never wanted you to think you had to buy him anything.

You never did feel pressure or anything of the sort when it came to buying things for any of the guys. It was one of your love languages.

“Jinnie, I know. But I’ll get these for you this time, okay? You focus on picking the perfect brushes you want.” You then went to the counter and paid. You made your way back to Hyunjin and helped him pick the brushes he wanted. Once he was done, he paid for the brushes and the two of you left the store.

“Thank you for these, seriously. You didn’t have to.” You just smiled up at him.

“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.” You placed a hand on his arm and gently squeezed it to reassure him. “Now, come on. Binnie is waiting for us so we can go to lunch.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and the two of you walked outside with all your bags, and there were a lot of bags. Binnie helped the two of you carry everything to the car once he saw the two of you.

The three of you piled into the car before driving off towards your favourite lunch spot. All the while, Hyunjin played music whilst you and Binnie bikered over who was playing for lunch this time. You had paid last time, so he thought it was only fair if he got to spoil you this time, because whilst you spoiled everyone else, the boys took it in turns to spoil you in return.

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Han shifted in his seat. The nine of you were in the middle of the interview, answering questions. Han was the next person to answer a question. He leant forward and picked up a piece of paper.

"What is the person on your right's contact name in your phone?” Han turned to look at you, who was on his right. The two of you smiled at each other.

“Oh, I have her down as Mumsy. We all have something Mother-related for her contact name in our phone.” He nodded with a smile on his face.

Seungmin nodded from his place beside Chan. “Felix started it.” He said simply.

Felix frowned in confusion as his head quickly turned to look at Seungmin. “Me? How did I start it?”

“Because she called you when we were out at lunch, and the contact name came up as ‘Mummy Bear’. So I.N. changed it in his phone from ‘Noona’ to ‘Mama Bear’, and I changed mine for her from ‘Chan’s wife’ to ‘Mother Bear’ because you said it just fit her perfectly and that we should all match. We all even have the same bear emoji at the end.” Seungmin said with a shrug.

Hyunjin grinned. “I have her down as Sugar Mama.” His face and tone told you all how proud he was of that. He was practically preening.

“Why Sugar Mama?” You asked in confusion as you turned to face him.

Hyunjin frowned at you. “Because you're always buying us stuff. Whenever we go somewhere or order food, you just hand us your card and tell us you'll pay. We all have your card saved on our phones. Well, except Chan.”

Minho nodded. “Some of us don't use your card, though. Unlike Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin scoffed. “She said I could.”

“You could have bought those shoes on your own.” Han added.

“Like how you could have bought those new headphones on your own.” Hyunjin shot back.

“Yah! That's enough.” You clapped your hands together once. The boys all looked at you. “I wanna know what the rest of you have me as in your phones.”

Leeknow grinned. “I have you down as Soonie, Doongie and Dori's Grandma.” He nodded his head with the toothiest grin.

“Grandma? I'm not old enough to be a grandma.”

“And yet, as your eldest son, I have three sons. Therefore, you are a grandma.” Leeknow told you as Chan rubbed your shoulder. “Sorry. It's time you accept your old lady now.”

That made you both giggle and pout. It was sweet, though. You turned to look at Changbin.

The male grinned. “Milf.” The guys gasped in dramatic horror.

You placed a hand on your chest. “You think I'm a milf? Oh Binnie, that's so sweet.” You fanned your face with your hands. “He thinks I'm a milf. Seven children and I still look good.”

Han reached over to Changbin and slapped his knee. “Yah! How could you say that about our mother?”

“I blame Chan.” I.N. spoke up with a smile on his face.

Chan had a puzzled look on his face. “Me? I didn't do anything. I have her as ‘Mother of my kids’ in my phone.”

I.N. nodded. “Exactly. You made her a mother. So you need to take responsibility.”

Chan pulled a face before turning to look at you. “What do you have us as in your phone?” He asked, shifting the attention off of himself and back onto you.

You smiled brightly. “Well, I have Chan as ‘Father of my kids’ with a kiss emoji. In brackets, it says Hubby. Minho is ‘Maniac Chief Son’ with a cat emoji. Then, in brackets, it says Cat Daddy. Um, Binnie's is ‘Strong Cute Son’ with an emoji of the guy lifting weights. Hyunjin's contact name is ‘Artistic Princely Son’. It has the art palette emoji thingy. In brackets, it says Drama Queen. I have Han as ‘Sleepy First Born Son’. With the Squirrel emoji. Lixie is ‘Cuddly Angelic Son’. He has the light blue heart emoji. In brackets, it says Baby Boy. Minnie is ‘Adorable Menace Son’. Dog emoji, obviously and in brackets it says Puppy. Because, obviously, it does. Last but not least, Innie is ‘Smiley Baby Son.’ With a fox emoji. So yeah, mine all have the word son in there. Well, except for Channie.”

The interviewer looked at you, puzzled. “If Leeknow is the eldest of the rest of the boys. Why is Han your firstborn?” She asked.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Ah, so technically it’s because Han was the first Stray Kids that Chan chose. However, we made up some lore for it to make sense differently. It’s like Skz family but in an alternate universe. So, how it works is that Changbin is Chan’s child. Leeknow and Hyunjin are mine. In the world, Chan and I meet and eventually are married. Our children get along. Then the twins came alone. Han is the firstborn child that Chan and I had together. Lixie is Han’s twin, but being a day apart was difficult. We don’t speak of their birth. Then we had Seungmin and then Ayen.”

Leeknow slowly nodded. “I kept telling her she could have picked a better husband, but she never listened to me.” Hyunjin let out a cackle and clapped his hands as he leaned on Changbin to stabilise himself.

Chan looked over at Leeknow in betrayal and shock. “I’m a great father and husband. Thank you very much.”

Leeknow shrugged. “My mother deserves the best. You are not the best.”

Seungmin nodded. “You’re too old.”

Hyunjin nodded in agreement after calming himself. “Only the best for our beautiful mother!”

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You were all spending the next week and weekend on Jeju Island. Everyone had gone off to their rooms to shower and change. You were already snuggled in your bed, having showered and gotten into your preferred pyjamas. Chan was in the shower. So in the meantime, you had the TV on, looking for something to watch on Netflix.

A light knock came from the bedroom door. Then the door opened, and a mop of blonde hair was seen. His bright smile made you smile. He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. The male then made his way over to you and slipped under the covers beside you.

“You okay, Angel?” You asked him curiously.

Felix nodded. " I wanted to show you some TikToks I think you'd like.” He handed you his phone with the first video ready to play.

“That's sweet of you.” You said and placed a kiss on his temple.

Felix quickly snuggled into you. His head lay on your chest, his arms wrapped around you as he cuddled into your right side. Your right hand came up and stroked through his hair as you played the video with your left hand.

Felix had always found it easy to snuggle with you. He enjoyed that you just let him. That you welcome him with open arms. He felt safe in your arms, plus in his opinion, you gave some of the best hugs. Plus, you were easy to fall asleep on, which was a bonus in Felix’s eyes. He always found himself falling asleep easily to the sound of your heartbeat and your fingers running through his hair.

“Did you enjoy the beach today, Sunshine?” You asked him softly as you scrolled to the next video.

Felix nodded as he snuggled closer to you. The sound of your heartbeat was making him completely relax. It was something he had found that helped him a lot in the early years of the group being formed. You didn't mind; you always welcomed him with open arms.

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Minho Hyung did well in the water this time.” He said with a sleepy smile on his face. “Had fun burying Changbin with Jinnie and Han.”

You placed a soft kiss on his forehead as you continued to stroke his blonde hair. “I'm glad you had fun, baby.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, laughing at TikTok videos that Felix had found for you to watch. Felix had slowly begun nodding off just before the bathroom door opened. Chan stepped into the room. He was at first surprised to see Felix in the bed, but the surprise quickly faded. Chan grabbed his phone and took a quick photo of the two of you. You later found out that Chan uses it now as Felix's contact photo in his phone. You have the picture on your private Instagram account.

Chan then climbed into bed beside you. He took the phone from you and placed it on charge beside yours and his. He then turned the TV off and placed the remote on the bedside table before lying on his side and placing an arm around your stomach. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. “When did Lix get here?” He asked curiously, his voice quiet.

“Just after you went into the bathroom.” You told him with a soft smile. Your fingers are still stroking Felix’s hair. “Our baby just climbed into bed and started cuddling. We’ve been watching TikTok.”

Chan couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two of you. His heart swelled with pride. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.” He told you. He knew it. You were his future. You had both talked about the future you wanted together. Chan was adamant that you were going to be the perfect mother after the practice you’ve had with your seven basically adapted at this point sons.

“She already is.” Felix’s sleepy, quiet voice filled the air before he finally drifted off to sleep.

That had your eyes filling with happy tears. Chan wiped away a tear that began to fall. “He’s right. You’re already a good mum.”

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly.

Felix snuggled closer to you as he slept. Chan held you close. “Sweet dream, my love.” He whispered to you.

“Sweet dream, my heart.” With one final kiss, the two of you slowly began to fall asleep.

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It was always fun when you got to share the stage with the Skzoos. The moment you saw Mama Bear, you happily skipped over to her and hugged her tightly. She, of course, hugged you back. You pulled away and watched the boys for a moment. It was going to be a fun day, that much you were sure about.

The boys and Stay all agreed that you and Mama Bear were the perfect mirror image of each other, personality-wise. That was proven right tonight as you walked down the stage holding Chan’s hand. Behind you both was Mama Bear and Wolf Chan doing the exact same thing. The next day, you found pictures and videos of the moment captioned as ‘Just parents on a double date’.

Eventually, you and Mama bear made your way away from the Chan and his Wolf. The two of you danced a bit before spotting Felix and BbokAri. You made your way over to the two. You wrapped your arms around BbokAri from behind. Mama Bear copied your actions, hugging Felix. BbokAri looked around and turned around in your arms, causing you to giggle. She then gave you a big hug once she was facing you. You looked over to see Felix doing the same thing. You and Mama Bear then switched. Felix happily sank into your hug.

“How are you doing?” You asked him curiously.

Felix just smiled. “I’m good. We’re having fun.” You nodded softly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

You and Mama Bear then made your way over to I.N. and FoxI.Ny. The four of you found yourselves holding hands and jumping in circles together. After spending time with your two foxes, you and Mama Bear found yourselves stroking Han Quakka to help smooth out her face, as Hyunjin, Leeknow and Seungmin had previously been messing around stroking up as they always did. Quakka gave you a big hug as a thank you.

You ended up watching proudly as Mama Bear stepped in between Leebit and Jiniret to stop them from fighting. Of course, it was all fun and games. Changbin had fun effortlessly picking you up and passing you to Dwaekki. You even danced alongside PuppyM, who was going all out as usual.

Sadly, though, soon enough it was time for the Skzoos to go. Whilst the others all left with a wave and kisses, PuppyM was desperately trying to get one more dance in. You being you, didn’t like seeing any of the Skzoos upset.

You raised your microphone to your lips and spoke. “Wait!” The boys looked at you in confusion as you jogged over to PuppyM.

“How about this? You can do one more dance, Pup. Then Mama Bear will walk with you to join the others. How does that sound?” You asked. PuppyM nodded, and the crowd cheered.

“Alright. Boys. Sing for PuppyM.” So they did. The boys sang whilst PuppyM danced. You stood to the side, cheering PuppyM on with the crowd. Once the song was over, you smiled.

“Let’s give PuppyM a big round of applause.” You clapped happily before taking PuppyM’s hand and walking him over to where Mamabear and some of the staff were waiting. Puppy gave a few more waves before taking Mamabear’s hand and walking off the stage.

“You’re such a good grandmother!” That had your eyes going wide as you turned to face the boys.

“Excuse you?” You asked in shock.

Leeknow let out a laugh. “You’re a good grandmother.” He repeated like it was common knowledge.

You placed a hand on your chest. “We’ve been over this. I’m not old enough to be a grandmother. You take that back, you gremlin!” You stepped towards the male.

“He’s right. I mean, no matter how you look at it, the Skzoo’s are your grandchildren. Their either the children of your children-” I.N. pointed to himself, Felix, Seugmin, Hyunjin, Han, Leeknow and Changbin. “Or they are the children of MamaBear, who is also your child, and Wolf Chan, who is Chan’s child. So either way, you're a grandmother. He’s a granddad.”

Chan let out an exaggerated sigh.

You stood frozen for a moment and licked your bottom lip. You let out a sarcastic laugh. You walked over to Felix and wrapped him in a hug.

“Congratulations, my Angel. You have been promoted to my only favourite human child. My sweet baby.”

Felix let out a squeal of excitement. “Yes!!” He pulled away to do a little dance before hugging you again.

I.N. pouted as the other boys laughed. “He can’t be your only favourite. I’m also your baby. Me, Felix and MamaBear. We’ve got you wrapped around our fingers. He can’t be the only favourite out of the two of us.”

Felix stuck his tongue out at I.N. “Tough luck, Buttercup. Shouldn’t have called her a grandma.”

Han then stepped forward with a question. “So, as a granny, does that mean that BbokAri is your favourite grandchild or is your favourite PuppyM?” It was a genuine question. He was curious.

You looked over at Leeknow. “You have my permission to spank him into next week.” That ended up with Leeknow chasing Han around the stage until Chan picked him up, allowing Leeknow to get revenge for you.

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You had decided to spend the day in the studio with Chan, Binnie and Han. Today, everyone was recording their lines. Han had just finished his lines and was currently napping on the couch with his head on your lap. He had the eyemask you brought for him on, so the lights didn't wake him up. You were currently sewing up a part of the blanket you kept in the studio, as it had somehow gotten ripped.

“Who's next after, Minnie?” You asked softly. Though you knew Han could sleep through all the noise in the world, you were still cautious about being too loud.

“Ayen is next, he will be here soon to record his lines,” Chan spoke as he turned to look at you. He couldn't help but smile at you. You smiled back at him.

Chan turned back around in his chair as he prepared to continue working. He placed a hand on the red button that would allow Seungmin to hear him.

“Alright, Seungmin. Let's try it one more time.” He said.

Seungmin nodded. He hadn't been happy with himself today, so he kept retrying his lines. The male adjusted his headset as the music played. He then began to sing.

The moment he began to sing, you could feel it. You didn't just hear the words, you felt them. To say you were proud was an understatement. You always thought that Seungmin's voice was utterly angelic. It was moments like these that proved you right.

Chan played it back for Seungmin to hear. He then turned to you. “What do you think?” He asked, pushing the button for Seungmin to hear you.

“I think that's the one. You can hear the sadness in his voice. He felt it that time. Plus, that little riff he did scratched my brain in the right way. You did perfectly, sweetheart.” You said as you finished up with the blanket. You passed it to Changbin, who placed the blanket in its usual spot.

Seungmin grinned. “That's the one.” He said in agreement.

Chan nodded in agreement. “You're done for the day, Min.” He told him with happiness in his voice.

Seungmin grabbed his stuff after taking off his headset. He left the booth and came to sit on the couch. He had decided he would be waiting for I.N., as the two had plans for after Innie's session.

“You did great, Puppy.” You told him as you gently stroked Han's hair.

Seungmin nodded softly and smiled at you. “Thank you.”

The studio door opened, and in came a pouty I.N.

The male quickly turned to you. “You're here. Minho Hyung said you were here.” He said, relief filling him.

“Yeah, I'm here.” You nodded in confusion. Has he been looking for you?

I.N. pulled out his hoodie from his bag. “It ripped. Could you please fix it? Please, Mama bear?”

Of course, how could you possibly say no to I.N., your youngest? Your Makenae. One of your babies? He had those big, sweet eyes that made you utterly melt. He was very good at making it hard for you to say no to him. It was something that he, Felix and Seungmin had perfected over the years.

“Of course, my lovely. Pass it here and I'll sew it whilst you do your lines.” You said holding out a hand to take the hoodie from him. Thankfully, you hadn't put your sewing kit away yet.

Innie greeted everyone before going to the booth. Whilst he recorded his lines, you sat there sewing up his hoodie sleeve. You gave feedback here and there when your opinion was asked for. Han was still fast asleep, his head on your lap. Chan was working well with I.N., explaining everything in a way that I.N. instantly understood, allowing the male to easily record his lines. Binnie sat beside Chan, gushing over how cute I.N. was. Meanwhile, Seungmin was on his phone, playing a game, just enjoying the atmosphere.

Innie finally left the booth just as you finished with his hoodie. He happily took it from you and kissed your cheek. “Thank you, you're a lifesaver.” He said before putting the hoodie on.

Seungmin got up and grabbed his stuff.

“Where are you boys heading?” You asked them curiously.

Seungmin smiled. “We're getting dinner at that new place that opened up.” He said happily, having wanted to try it since he heard about it.

You nodded and grabbed your phone. You pulled out your bank card from your phone case pocket and held it out to the two youngest members of the group.

“Use my card. Call it a treat for doing so well today. I'm proud of you both.” They had both learnt by now that arguing against using your card would never work. So Seungmin gently took it from you and placed it in his wallet.

“Thank you, Mother bear.” He said before hugging you. He quickly turned to Chan, a mischievous smile on his face. “This is why she’s our favourite parent. Take notes.” He then nodded and walked towards the door. “See you all later.” He waved.

I.N. also hugged you. “Thank you, Mama Bear.” The two boys waved at everyone.

“Have fun.” And with that, the two boys left. Changbin got up and grabbed your sewing kit, and placed it in your bag so you wouldn't have to move and disturb Han. You thanked him happily with a soft smile. The male then headed toward the booth.

Chan turned to you. “You spoil them too much.”

You scoffed playfully. “As if you don't.” You said with a raised eyebrow

The two of you shared a smile before Chan turned back to work. You gently shook Han's shoulder.

“You gotta wake up, hun. We need your help with recording Binnie's lines. You can sleep again once he's done.” And you kept that promise. Because the moment Changbin was finished, Han found his way back to you and fell asleep within minutes.

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RECKLESS DRIVING

CHAPTER TWO

content: language, a cam roman crash out disguised as humor, mention of a panic attack (not an actual one, literally a mention), implied mental health issues, HORSE as foreplay, author won't pretend to know anything about the dallas geography

wc: 7.2k

notes: not gonna lie, this was lowk a rly tough chapter to write but im happy with how it turned out 🙂‍↔️ i love paige and cam so bad and i can't wait until we get to the heart of their relationship once the season actually starts. also i honestly wasn't gonna post this tn but somehow the wings won so why not. do not expect future updates to be this fast. shout out li yueru tho thats my goat fr. if i missed anyone on the taglist pls lmk !!! anyways i really appreciate the love on chapter one and i love hearing from y'all 🫶 as always i hope y'all enjoy this one ❤️

tags: @cowboybueckers @indigo491 @wnba-scotland @volleyballgirlsblog @sillystarv @middyprincess @intoblonde6ftwbbplayers @user1269 @fivest4rbuecks @everyonewatchesuconnwbb @lilpaigeyherbo

Before now, Cam isn’t so sure that she’s ever thought much about retirement.

She’s 26. She easily has another ten years left in her, but she’s always dreamed of having a long career that could rival Taurasi’s. She knows for sure that she’s not turning in her resignation papers without a league MVP, a championship ring, and an Olympic medal. Whether she retired as a Dallas Wing or whether she signed elsewhere was another story entirely. Maybe she’d spend her final season in the league as a Golden State Valkyrie, giving her last year to the city that had raised her.

Either way, the end wasn’t ever something that was a topic of thought for her. Cam liked to stay focused on the present – on her workouts, her training. The seasons always passed by so quickly that dedicating your energy to anywhere but the present was wasting the already limited time you had.

But now, as Cam stares at a very naked Paige Bueckers, whose face is wrought with a sudden shock and a damning realization, whose hair is mussed and whose neck is littered with enough marks that Cam has half a mind to call the cops and report herself for assault and battery, she sees her entire career flash by her eyes.

She recalls her draft night vividly. She still has the white, floral dress she wore to it hung up in her closet. She remembers her first rookie press conference and the reporter who backhandedly called her a “decent player, given the options the Wings had in the draft.” She remembers her debut, her lackluster thirteen points and five rebounds, how the media considered her a bust only five games into the season. Cam remembers how she fought to show up every day despite the fact that all she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and cease to exist.

Cam remembers how she made a name for herself in spite of it all. She remembers their winning season, and how it all came crashing down in 2024 when they only won nine games. She remembers the embarrassment of not being selected for the 2024 Olympics and how quiet the dinner table was after Coley only brought home a silver. Romans display their gold, her father had said, hardly sparing a glance at his youngest. Anything else is as good as a coaster.

They always say that, when you die, your fondest memories replay for you in one final surge of happiness. Cam is sure that’s what she’s feeling now because clearly her career is over.

She’ll have to request a trade. The Wings organization is already being held together by a thin piece of twine and the hope that Curt Miller, Chris Koclanes, and Paige Bueckers can be the one to pull them from the depths of hell and turn them into something that the rest of the league wouldn’t laugh at. Cam doesn’t know how anyone would be able to recover if word got out that she slept with Paige Bueckers – number one draft pick, Wings rookie (Cam’s rookie), future of the franchise, in case you’d forgotten – on the very same night that she lifted her jersey.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t the same night, considering they didn’t make it back to the hotel room until well after midnight, and Cam was sure that the clock on the wall read something like 2:49 by the time the last of their energy was depleted and Paige spooned her from behind like they’d been in a position a time or two.

Obviously, that’s not the point – not if Camille’s ensuing panic attack has anything to say about it.

The point is this entire situation is a major conflict of interest. Morally, technically, probably legally. Cam was supposed to be the responsible one, the veteran. Granted, she and Paige aren’t so far apart in age, but she’s going on her fifth year in the league. She knows better. And everything is so fragile right now. She might have just risked the health of the locker room in exchange for one night that, admittedly, was nice.

The most terrifying part of this entire situation was that Cam was supposed to take care of Paige. Not in a coddling manner – Paige could handle herself. She was grown. But adjusting to the league, to the pace, to the expectations…that wasn’t something you should do alone. She was supposed to help Paige find her footing, support her, advocate for her. She was supposed to do what any good veteran would do for their rook, but somewhere in between all of that anxiety bubbling in her gut, she feels that ever present feeling of failure creeping in.

She hadn’t even made it back to Dallas before she fucked it all up. And this feeling – this fear, the dread, the overwhelming sense that she just did something she can’t take back, it feels worse than anything she’s ever felt before. It’s worse than getting blown out in front of a home crowd that gets quieter and quieter with every turnover, every missed shot, every collapse on defense that leads to an uncontested three.

Welcome to the league, Paige Bueckers. Bet you wished it really was an Alyssa Thomas screen, huh?

“Okay,” Paige says after a while, her voice surprisingly calm given the gravity of the moment. “It’s not that bad.”

Cam throws her hands into the air, overwhelmed and exasperated. “Not that bad?” she exclaims, her heart hammering against her chest. “Paige, we just slept together.”

The blonde swallows, her eyes flickering down, and it seems like it takes a genuine effort to lift them back to Cam’s face. “Trust me,” she says, her voice cracking a little. “I ain’t forget.”

Cam glances down, taking in just how fucking naked she is, too, and with a growl that borders on equal parts panic and humiliation, she rips the comforter off the second bed in the room and wraps it around her body. It keeps Paige’s gaze off of her chest, but Cam isn’t sure what’s worse – having Paige see all of her or the fact that, despite the early morning, Paige’s eyes are impossibly blue, alert, and trained on her face. Somehow, it makes her feel more vulnerable than having stood in front of her naked.

“Are you…okay?” Paige asks tentatively.

That makes Cam’s shoulders sag, a huff of air escaping her lips. It’s hard to tell if it’s a scoff or something more like amusement, and she takes a seat at the foot of the bed as she digs through the pile of clothes on the floor for her underwear. “Yes,” she says, the word sounding stale. Paige makes a soft noise behind her that sounds like disbelief. Cam sighs. “No. I don’t know, Paige.”

“Are you hurt?”

That makes Cam pause, drawing her lip between her teeth in contemplation as she slides her bottoms over her legs. “Sore,” she admits after a while.

“Yeah?” Paige goads, and it fills Cam with the urge to turn around and smack her head. She rolls her lips so as to not smile and doesn’t give Paige the satisfaction of getting a reaction. “I’d apologize, but…you seemed pretty okay with it.”

“Paige,” Cam stresses. The reminder of last night makes her walls raise again. “Be serious.”

“Sorry,” she says for real, and it sounds genuinely apologetic. “Do you, uh, regret it? I didn’t like – force you, or anything?”

Cam sighs again, reaching for her bra, dropping the comforter to slide it over her torso. She feels Paige’s gaze leave her. The respect is touching. “I was drunk,” she admits, listening for the hitch in Paige’s breath. “We were drunk. Not helpless. Or out of control. You didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t…want. Or consent to.”

Paige exhales a relieved breath. She’s silent for a few moments, her eyes tracing Cam’s figure as she slides into her baggy cargos, then her crop top. “Then why are you freaking out? You’re okay. Mostly.” She adds the last part as an afterthought, and it makes the ghost of a smile spread across Cam’s lips. “You’re not hurt. You don’t regret it. Please tell me what’s wrong, Cam. I’ll fix it.”

Cam takes a deep breath, twisting around in bed and leaning against the headboard. Paige adjusts too, keeping the comforter pressed close to her chest, the chain around her neck glimmering. “We’re teammates,” Cam states. “Like, you know that was the whole point of the draft last night?”

Paige nods seriously, trying not to smirk at Cam’s sarcasm. “Trust me. I ain’t forget that either.” Cam rolls her eyes, the humor helping to make her relax. “Plus, we’re not technically anything until I sign that contract. And, you know…teammates sleeping together isn’t a new thing. Look at Dee and Penny. DB and AT.”

“Are you also aware that those individuals are married?” Cam emphasizes, exasperated again.

“You don’t have to be married to sleep with someone,” Paige retorts, and it makes Cam bury her head in her hands. Paige sighs. “Hey – I’m sorry, okay? I’m tryna be reassuring. Emotions were all over the place last night. You found out you really liked Shirley Temples. And…I guess we have really good chemistry.”

Cam can’t hide her smirk this time. “Hopefully that chemistry translates to the court, or we’re screwed for this season.”

“Cam,” Paige whines, pressing her face into the pillow. That draws a real laugh out of Cam now. Their eyes meet again, both gazes softening. “Look, I’m just saying that it’s okay. It happened. Can’t change it. I don’t regret it, you don’t regret it, and we can be mature adults about it. Yeah, we’re gonna be teammates. This won’t affect the locker room, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Cam exhales sharply, trying to find the right words. It’s not just the locker room. It’s everything. Cam has no idea who was at that afterparty, if anyone has any clips of her and Paige dancing on each other or leaving the party together. It’s the fact that she feels like she has so many eyes on her, even though there’s nobody but her and Paige in this room right now. Between the realization that this entire situation is a moral landmine and how guilty she feels because she let herself be free and indulge in one night, all Cam feels is overwhelmed. That emotion doesn’t mix well with the residual exhaustion. “It’s just–”

Her alarm rings again, causing both her and Paige to flinch, and she silences it quickly with a ragged sigh. She closes her eyes tightly in an attempt to regulate her breathing and her emotions.

“Hey,” Paige says softly, her hand extending to brush across Cam’s back. “You’re good. We’re good. We’ll figure this out, okay?”

Cam nods, not quite trusting herself to speak, and she sucks in a breath. She doesn’t meet Paige’s gaze when she says, “I have to catch a flight back to Dallas. When are you flying in for the rookie press conference?”

Paige sighs. “Fuck. I’on know.” She swallows thickly, nodding to the ground. “Can you…uh, grab my phone for me?”

“Yeah,” Cam says quickly, if not a little awkward, and she leans over to fumble with Paige’s clothes on the floor until she finds the blonde’s phone tucked into the pocket of her pants. She hands it over wordlessly and Paige breathes a sigh of relief when she finds that it still has some charge.

Paige scrolls through her phone for a few seconds before she clears her throat. “I’ll fly in on the morning of the 23rd.”

“That’s fine,” Cam agrees quietly. “We’ll talk after.”

Paige lifts her head ever so slightly as she watches Cam shuffle around the room, searching for wherever her shoes had ended up. She’s unlacing one just as Paige says, “What hotel are you staying at?”

“Hilton,” Cam answers. “Why?”

Paige hums, her attention back on her phone. “Getting you an Uber back.”

“Paige,” Cam sighs, standing up straight. When Paige glances back up, an amused smile is on her face – probably because Cam has only one shoe on, her clothes are rumpled, and her once neatly styled hair is out of place. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Least I could do,” she says, her tone a little softer. “I got you stressin’ for no reason on a Tuesday morning. What kind of rookie does that?”

Cam huffs out a laugh at that – a real one. She finds her other shoe and starts working on getting it on her foot. “A really annoying, yet really thoughtful one.” Paige pats her chest proudly as if to say that’s me. When Cam is finally dressed, she palms her pockets for her phone, keys, and wallet, exhaling in relief when she has them. “Hey.” Paige looks up, and Cam bounces on her heels, a sheepish expression on her face. “Sorry for freaking out on you. I just–”

“I know,” Paige interrupts gently. Cam’s shoulders sag, appreciating Paige’s understanding more than she probably knows. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you know that? It takes two to tango. It’s not like I was an unwilling partner.” Her cheeks are flushed when she admits, “Maybe a little too eager, though. That’s the last time I chase a shot with a Shirley.” Cam can’t help her laughter, shaking her head in amusement. “If there’s a blame, then we’ll share it. Or I’ll take it for you. Rookie duties or whatever. Just don’t freak out, okay? We’re good. We will be. I swear.”

“...Thanks, Paige,” Cam whispers, and Paige’s reassuring smile makes everything feel like it’ll be okay again. “See you next week?”

The reassurance falls victim to mischief, because something sparkles in Paige’s eyes when she says, “Don’t miss me too much, Cam.”

Cam rolls her eyes, pursing her lips to stifle a smile, and she and Paige exchange one last goodbye before Cam steps out. The door clicks shut behind her with a resounding noise and it takes everything in Cam to not pause and press her forehead to it dramatically. Instead, she sighs, and reminds herself of the Uber waiting for her, the flight she has to catch, and makes her way out of Paige’s hotel.

Maybe she overreacted a little. Truth be told, she still feels a little unmoored, like she’s not quite sure of her role anymore. She, the veteran, was the one freaking out in Paige’s, a rookie’s, hotel room as she reassured her and told her they didn’t fuck anything up. Cam can’t help but feel like that should have been her job.

It’s hard to understand why she’s fumbling so badly now. She didn’t have this issue last year with Jacy Sheldon – granted, Cam didn’t sleep with her, but Cam was confidently the veteran to Sheldon’s rookie. There wasn’t a single misstep. She coached the young guard, helped develop her, and did everything a veteran was supposed to do.

But Paige is something else entirely. An enigma. A challenge. Something Cam was prepared to be unprepared for because she knew that Paige was always a caliber above the rest. In her game, her mentality, her ambition.

As Cam slides into the backseat of her Uber, smiling politely at the driver, she realizes that she has to run a tighter ship. She has to be poised, professional, the exact things she was supposed to be anyways before she let Paige Bueckers unravel her.

She’s here to play ball, and as far as she’s concerned, making her relationship with Paige more complicated than it already is will be the reason why everything crashes and burns.

Cam lands back in Dallas around 10am. She takes an Uber to her apartment, where Bobby, her characteristic orange cat, and Gatsby, a very particular tuxedo, greet her at the door. She’d managed to squeeze a few hours of rest in on the plane but she feels ready to collapse as soon as she’s back in. Before anything else, she scoops up both Bobby and Gatsby and plants a long, dramatic kiss to their foreheads and diligently portions out some wet food for them.

She makes her way into the bathroom to get ready for her presentation at UTA, then she’s back out of the house as quickly as she’d made it there in the first place. The presentation is a breeze, holding enough of her attention that she doesn’t get lost in thought about the blonde rookie who she’d left in bed at 5am, and the subsequent workout with her trainer after lunch drains her to the point that she doesn’t think about anything that’s not how sore she is the entire way back home.

Cam doesn’t even make it to bed. She curls up on the couch, curls damp from the shower she’d taken at the facility, hoodie sticking to her skin, and promptly falls asleep with Gatsby stretched out across her stomach.

That’s how the rest of her week goes. She tries – and more often than not, fails, to keep her mind on task. She throws herself into workouts, into running mindless drills, but part of her still can’t help feeling anxious. Paige had said they were fine, but Cam wonders how much of that was true, or if it was just the easiest thing Paige could think of to stop Cam from crashing out in her hotel room completely.

Or – and this is the million dollar answer right here – maybe Paige was genuine, and meant it, and Cam had no reason to be freaking out like she was childish and ten years younger.

The return to routine had helped a little. She had no reason to catastrophize, anyhow. Paige was right. They weren’t really teammates – yet – and the whole teammates having sex thing was pretty accurate, too. As long as they were able to keep it professional, cordial, and responsible on the court, Cam didn’t think the front office would particularly care, unless they were at risk of being a PR nightmare. Although…considering Paige’s celebrity, they probably are bordering on PR nightmare territory.

Either way, both of them were adults. It was consensual, Paige was incredibly chill about it, which meant Cam could probably be chill about it, which meant she didn’t ruin the locker room chemistry before it had the chance to grow.

At risk of fucking up their own chemistry, Cam knew that night wasn’t something they were going to repeat. Like, ever. If anyone asks, Cam has developed a sudden allergy for alcohol and is getting too old to be up past 9pm. If locking herself in her room like a tower-trapped damsel is what it takes to keep her relationships clean, orderly, and distraction free, then she’d gladly do it. She was committed to being responsible. She and Paige would just have to be friends. Very platonic friends who, sure, slept together one time when they were celebrating the biggest night of Paige’s life and they were both drunk on Dirty Shirleys, but that doesn’t have to define the course of their friendship.

Cam’s fine. Everything is fine. She got scared, overreacted, and maybe took it out on a poor rookie who’d only had two hours of sleep and a hangover. They could move past this and work together on the court without blurring the lines. Just friends. Just a rookie and a vet. Nothing more.

When the day of the rookie press conference arrives, Cam feels as though she has a better grasp on reality. She’s up early, goes on a morning run, showers, and is out of the door by 9am, only stopping for a chai latte before she makes her way to the facility. The first part of the morning was set aside to introduce the rookies and Cam was planning on taking advantage of the empty courts to run some drills and clear her mind.

The court smells like wood and fresh wax, a scent that makes Cam relax immediately. She’s probably spent more time between the hoops than she has anywhere else. She can see the three point line when she closes her eyes, imagine the height of the basket in her sleep. If the world had no room for her, then the one place she can confidently say she belongs is on the court.

She started playing basketball at a young age. Story of any player’s life, she’s sure, but it’s been one of the constants in her life for as long as she could remember. Despite that, it took her a long time to find genuine love in it. Basketball was an expectation. Greatness was, too. Lacing up her sneakers and working with private trainers had become routine, a way to earn pride and affection. Her mother always told her – and Coley, too – that she and her father were proud of them regardless of whatever sport they played or what they didn’t play.

People have different aspirations, Valerie told her when she was seven, in the throes of a tantrum because she’d been invited to a weekend sleepover that she would have to miss because her father had signed her up for a basketball clinic in Brooklyn. Different dreams. But you’re allowed to make space for what you love to do and what you live to do. You’re allowed to be a kid.

But Cam was sure that her father only smiled when she had a ball in her hand. She just wanted to make him proud – she looked up to him in so many different ways and wanted to boast gold medals just like he did. She wanted a career and a life to be proud of. So she’d sucked it up and went to the clinic, even if she spent every water break thinking about what her friends were up to.

It took a few years. She struggled to differentiate whether or not she played for the love of the game or for the need for approval. If she played because she saw the court not as polished wood and painted lines, but as the X’s and the O’s and as rotations and cuts, or if she played because she just wanted to be seen by the one person she always looked for.

On her own terms, she found herself falling in love with basketball in a way that was hers completely. She lived for teamwork, for the fact that playing good basketball meant knowing your teammates completely. The box score shows an assist, but doesn’t reflect how years of practice, study, and playing together prepares you to anticipate how your teammates move. She lived for the sisterhood of it all, the trust built between people who had the same goal and the same dedication to achieving it. She lived for the stillness on the court when she was at the line and the only thing between her and the hoop was fifteen feet of surety.

But Cam blinks back the memory, exhaling calmly as she laces up her sneakers on the bench. She ties them the same way every time – tight, double knotted, the ends tucked into the mouth. She doesn’t like practicing with music because it throws off her focus. There’s a rhythm to basketball that you only become privy to after years of breathing the game. The rubber echo of the ball against the court, the squeak of her sneakers, her own heartbeat – it grounds her, keeps her locked in.

When she’s satisfied with her shoes, she stretches out her legs, not doing anything too insane since she stretched before her morning run and was still feeling loose from it. It’s more to settle the residual noise in her brain.

After she picks up the ball, palming it between her hands, everything fades to a distant hum. It’s just Cam, the ball, the swish of the net. She runs a few drills just to get reacclimated with the feel of the ball in her hands, the way it bounces between her legs as she dribbles.

She moves onto shooting drills about ten minutes later, starting with a classic five spot drill. She doesn’t move on to the next spot until she makes ten in a row, but when she finds herself at the top of the key, three makes into her routine, the sound of the door pushing open causes her shot to clang off the rim.

She sighs, having found a rhythm, but steps off to pick up the rebound. Cam is only partially surprised to find Paige standing at half-court with a sheepish expression on her face and a pair of basketball shoes clutched between her fingers. The blonde has her hair up in a sleek ponytail, donning a black and white striped Nike sweatshirt (looking something like the Hamburglar, if Cam has to be honest), and a pair of matching black pants.

“Already trying to escape from the media?” Cam asks teasingly, holding the ball to her hip.

Paige shrugs, a little smile on her face. “I was tryna be good and mind my business, but I heard you dribbling. It was calling to me.”

Cam laughs. “Oh, I’m sure,” she says. “You sure you didn’t peek in, see it was me, and decide that annoying me was more worthwhile than getting to the press conference on time?”

“I still got thirty minutes,” Paige argues smugly. “I’m punctual and shit. Plenty of time to make you reconsider which rookie you actually wanted first dibs on.”

Cam hums, noting how comfortable she truly feels with Paige. She was expecting their first time seeing each other again to be a little more awkward considering how they left things, but their casual banter and teasing makes Cam feel like nothing had truly happened at all. Maybe she didn’t actually have too much to worry about. They would be fine, and she’s sure that the conversation they’ll have later would truly round it all out.

Then, she smiles, the curve of her lip indicating a challenge. She checks the ball over to Paige, who grabs it reflexively, her eyes wide in question. “How about some HORSE, then? Prove to me that you’re worthy of being the Camille Roman’s rookie.”

Paige scoffs, but she grins, setting her shoes down on the polished wood as she dribbles the ball. “What, was the natty not enough for you?” she teases. “Or going number one? Or buyin’ all your drinks?”

“I seem to remember those drinks of yours getting us into a lot of trouble,” Cam retorts, but the reminder doesn’t fill her with as much anxiety as it used to.

“You call it trouble. I call it vet and rookie bonding.”

Cam raises a brow. “Yeah? You gonna bond with Arike, too?”

Paige flushes, losing the handle on the ball as it bounces off her shoe, and Cam grabs it instinctively as she laughs. Paige, to her credit, recovers quickly, and she’s smirking when she says, “Nah. My vet says I’m off limits. I’m a one woman kind of girl.”

“Good answer,” Cam says. She checks the ball back with a loose, carefree smile. “First shot’s yours, rook. Make it count.”

Paige dribbles it once, twice, the smile never leaving her face as she inches closer to the three point line. She sets her feet shoulder width apart, crouching slightly, and she throws the ball underhanded towards the net. It sinks in gracefully, and Cam shakes her head in amusement at her over the top celebration as she tracks down the rebound.

“Don’t miss,” Paige says unhelpfully as she and Cam swap places. Cam rolls her eyes, not bothering with a response, and she steadies herself for her shot. Just before she gets it off, Paige adds, “You gonna repay me for all the concealer I had to buy last week?”

Her words startle Cam, but the shot is still money – it bounces off of the rim into the net, and the blonde sighs when her distraction effort fails. “You are such a cheater,” Cam gripes.

“What?” Paige cries, feigning innocence. “It was just a question.”

“Yeah, right,” she mutters under her breath, but her cheeks hurt from grinning. She scoops up the ball and shoves Paige out of the way with her hip. Paige huffs, moving, and Cam sits flat on the ground. Cam can feel Paige’s gaze on her as she lines up her shot and sinks the ball in with ease. “Two for two.”

Paige extends a hand to help Cam up, shaking her hand, and Paige grabs the loose ball and takes her spot on the court. The blonde readies herself to shoot, but just before she flicks her wrist, Cam steps up next to her, her calf barely brushing Paige’s shoulder.

The ball sails off course, clanging harmlessly off the rim, and Paige looks at her with a betrayed expression. “You’re cheating for real!” she declares, gazing forlornly at the hoop, and Cam laughs as she helps her up.

“That’s H,” Cam states simply, a mischievous smile on her face. Paige doesn’t respond as she tracks down the basketball and studies the court to look for her next shot. “I don’t know, P. I think Aziaha would have made that one for sure.”

“Nah, don’t piss me off,” Paige grumbles, which makes Cam giggle. She steps up behind the hoop, squares her shoulders, and Cam is peacefully silent as Paige shoots the ball over the backboard. It circles around the rim once before falling in and she exhales a breath of relief.

Cam raises an impressed brow despite herself, grabbing the ball as it bounces back towards her, and Paige pats her on the hip with a smug look when she passes. “Make this next shot if I’m your favorite rookie,” she declares.

“How old are you?” Cam asks as she lines up her shot. “Twelve?” Paige grins in a way that makes Cam regret asking, having spent enough time at youth camps to know that Paige’s retort would sound a whole lot like twelve inches deep in your mom. “Don’t answer that.” She exhales to calm her mind. Paige, thankfully, watches in silence, but it’s for naught as the ball bounces off the rim, anyways.

“How’s that H taste?” Paige is beaming as she checks the ball back to Cam, who rolls her eyes in amusement.

“Like you’re not my favorite rookie,” Cam chirps sweetly.

Paige squawks in indignation, which elicits a round of laughter from Cam. They go back and forth like that for a few more rounds, trading buckets, misses, and banter that gradually decreases the distance between them. Before a shot, Paige would pretend to massage Cam’s shoulders like she’s a fighter in a boxing ring. Cam would nudge her elbow before she shoots, attempting to throw her off her game, but she pats her hip when she makes it regardless.

Cam didn’t think it could be this nice. She thought that night at the hotel would have ruined her and Paige’s friendship and chemistry – both on and off the court – but she’s finding that, in a way, it’s brought them closer. She would never call it a mistake. She would be the first to admit that she wanted it – in the moment. Paige is good company, keeps her on her toes, and is obviously attractive, although there are some things you can’t have twice.

She’s closer to making her peace with that night. The conversation that she and Paige plan to have later would hopefully give her some more clarity and comfort in it, but she knows without a doubt that they can’t have a repeat of it. They can’t let the lines blur or push the boundaries more than they already have. That’s enough for her.

Both her and Paige have accumulated HORS twenty minutes later, and the both of them know they have to wrap it up soon so Paige can freshen up before she actually has to head out for media. The thing about Cam is that she’s not going to bend over and let Paige win just because she won’t concede the game. She and Paige both nailed the half court shot, which meant that game point relied on whether or not they could make it from full court.

“I don’t even think I have the arm strength for this,” Cam admits, standing as close as she can to the back wall so she has plenty of room to run forward. “The fact that you’re a point guard gives you an unfair advantage.”

“You tappin’ out?” Paige goads, grinning, and Cam has to bite her tongue. If there was anything Paige was good at besides basketball, it was baiting Cam.

“Rookies first,” Cam states.

“You don’t want the smoke,” Paige responds. Cam has to fight the urge to shove her, but she’s sure that would only motivate the blonde more.

Paige glances up at the hoop, nearly one hundred feet away, and she readies her shot. With a running start, she plants her feet at the baseline and grunts as she lobs the ball across the court. Cam’s eyes track its movement, the clean arc, and her jaw drops in complete and utter disbelief when it hits the backboard and swishes in without further fanfare.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” she groans, not really enjoying the taste of defeat on her tongue, but she can’t really be mad for long as Paige grabs her by the shoulders and shakes in excitement. She rolls her lips to stifle her smile.

“Just go ahead and take that E,” Paige says, passing over the second ball they brought to the baseline. Cam takes it with an eyeroll. “You don’t gotta embarrass yourself in front of me.”

Cam doesn’t dignify that with a response. She palms the ball in her hands, pushing herself closer to the wall, and takes a deep breath like she’s about to sink a free throw instead of launching a ball almost one hundred feet across the court. With a running start, she plants at the baseline and lets her right hand do most of the heavy lifting, and the ball sails out of her grip.

Both her and Paige watch with a bated breath as it arcs in the air. It flies closer, and closer, and closer, until it circles around the rim once, then twice, and falls out unceremoniously.

As Paige celebrates for the second time that afternoon, all Cam can really think about is how badly she wants to fucking retire. Paige jostles her as Cam stares at the hoop, deadpan and unblinking.

Premonition might be a curse. She just had to tell Rickea that the 2025 class was all about energy and how they’d be welcoming vets to the league. Cam just can’t believe she got welcomed by Paige during a game of HORSE that started as a joke more than anything else.

Cam just sighs, extending her hand, and Paige daps her up with unadulterated glee on her face. “Say the thing,” she requests sweetly.

Cam’s tone is flat as she states begrudgingly, “You’re my rookie.”

Paige pumps her fist in the air, looking nothing like the nonchalant final boss she claimed she was. Then, if only to add salt to the wound, Paige nudges her with her elbow and says, “Welcome to the league, Cam Roman.”

Cam can’t find it in herself to be upset. She supposes Paige did earn it, and hypothetically if she does get tagged in a few press conference clips later about Paige claiming she welcomed Cam to the league, she only reposts the clip out of integrity on her Instagram story.

When Cam told Paige that they’d talk after the press conference, she wasn’t really expecting it to be over takeout at Paige’s barren apartment, but she figures it’s a good venue as any.

Paige welcomes her in with a sheepish expression and the smell of Chinese in the air. “I’m embracing the minimalist lifestyle,” she declares, gesturing minutely to the cardboard boxes sprawled around the room. There’s one in front of her couch, overflowing with a few trinkets like lego sets and framed photographs of Paige and her family and friends. Cam winces a little, briefly wondering who supervised Paige and her diabolical packing, but Paige’s apartment door clicks shut behind her and draws her attention back to the present.

Despite being lived in for only a few hours at most, Paige’s apartment is cozy and open. She has floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen overlooking the skyline, a cornucopia of takeout boxes littering the counter, and a few candles burning in the living room. They’re both dressed in casual clothes – Cam’s opted for a pair of comfortable, white gym shorts and a Wings t-shirt, while Paige has a loose pair of grey sweatpants hung low enough to reveal the band of her boxers and an old UConn tee.

“You’re doing better than I did when I first moved out here,” Cam admits, toeing off her slides and following Paige towards the kitchen. Paige throws a smile over her shoulder to let Cam know she’s listening as she sorts through the boxes. “I think I had takeout for a week straight because I didn’t have time to go buy pots and pans.”

“Shit,” Paige says instantly. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

Cam snorts. Paige passes a container to Cam, a simple order of lo mein and orange chicken, while she keeps the white rice and sweet and sour chicken for herself. There’s a bag of crab rangoons and eggrolls to share.

Almost absentmindedly, Paige pulls out the barstool at the counter for Cam before settling into the one next to it. Cam raises her brow but doesn’t say anything, taking a seat in the chair next to Paige, who passes a packet of plastic silverware and chopsticks like they’ve been in this position a hundred times before.

“You settling in okay?”

Paige shrugs a tired shoulder, shoveling a forkful of rice into her mouth. “Getting there,” she confesses. “Got a lot of shit to unpack, but…didn’t want it easy, right?”

Cam smiles knowingly at her. “I meant challenging as in getting your shot blocked by BG a couple of times. Not getting your ass kicked by cardboard boxes and IKEA instruction manuals.”

“I happen to be very handy,” Paige sniffs. “Don’t need no instruction manual. Or all those extra screws they pack in there.”

Cam stares at her unblinkingly. Paige stares back, something like mischief in her eyes as she spears a piece of chicken with her fork. The corner of her lips twitch ever so slightly. “Please tell me I’m not sitting on a chair that’s gonna collapse.”

“If you fell, I’d make sure you were okay before I laughed at you,” Paige offers unhelpfully.

Cam huffs. “Thanks. Just what any girl wants to hear.”

Paige smiles, and the two of them settle into a comfortable rhythm as they eat their dinner. Paige shares a couple of stories from media, telling Cam all about the embroidered cowboy hat she got and how done she is with random reporter questions about the Dallas heat and TexMex. That makes Cam laugh – it’s fitting to see that the reporters hadn’t gotten any better questions to ask besides food and the weather.

The peace lasts for a few moments until Paige’s fork hits the bottom of her takeout container and the last of her chicken is done. She clears her throat, taking a sip from her water bottle. “Elephant in the room?” she asks hesitantly.

Cam nods, pushing her leftovers away, and pauses for a moment. Finally, she settles on her words. “I think I might have overreacted a little,” she admits.

Paige offers a gentle smile. “I think it was a pretty valid crash out,” she states. “You were concerned about the locker room and making things awkward. I also get that the entire world would probably explode if word got out.”

“Yeah,” Cam agrees. She rests her chin in her palm. “I mean, I’m also…your vet,” she says carefully. The blue of Paige’s gaze is intense, but Cam forces herself to meet her eyes. “That night was out of character for me. I’m not usually so…”

“Carefree?”

“Reckless,” Cam supplies, and Paige nods, understanding. “I don’t regret it. You don’t either. That’s something we’ve got to stand on. I just wasn’t really thinking about…you know, the consequences of sleeping with my rookie.” Her words are dry, which makes Paige chuckle. “I don’t wanna deal with red tape from the front office. Definitely not the media. And I definitely didn’t want to make things weird with us.”

Paige’s smile turns a little crooked. “We’re good. I told you. We’re responsible adults.”

“Friends, if you will,” Cam adds.

Paige sounds all too smug when she pipes in with, “Best friends.”

Cam scoffs, rolling her eyes in amusement, feeling the final bits of tension leave her shoulders completely. They were good. No more issues. “Don’t push it, rook.” Paige raises her hands in surrender, a coy smile on her face as she slides out of the bar stool to start grabbing their trash. She waves off Cam when she tries to help, her expression far too adamant, so she bites her tongue and stays seated while Paige cleans up. “Paige?” she asks hesitantly.

“What’s up?” She glances at Cam briefly over her shoulder, the diamond studs in her ears glinting in the light as she turns, and Cam’s fingers drum lightly over the granite of Paige’s countertops.

Her voice is small when she says, “We can’t let it happen again.” It gives Paige pause, and she turns fully, leaning against the countertop. Her gaze is imploring – not offensive, just as though she’s trying to understand. “We’re friends. I’m your vet, you’re my rook. Nothing more. No need to make a good thing complicated, yeah?”

Paige raises a teasing brow. “You sure you can handle that, Cam?”

She narrows her eyes, which draws a laugh from Paige. “Can you?” she retorts. “You’re obsessed with me. It’s sickening.”

“I’m keeping you young,” she emphasizes. “Big difference.” Cam exhales, the noise sounding more like a breathless laugh. Paige clears her throat, fiddling with the towel in her hands. “I hear you,” she says, just so it’s absolutely clear, and the expression on her face eases when Cam meets her eyes. “I care about you and the team. We’ll keep it clean. But don’t think for one moment I’m gonna make your job any easier. You chose me on draft night – you’re stuck with me.”

Clean. Cam could work with that. There wasn’t any reason to change who they were or how they bantered, and if Cam was being honest, she didn’t want to. She liked this relationship she had with Paige, the slight push and pull and how they challenge each other. The mutualistic getting on each other’s nerves.

“Easy’s boring, right?” Cam reminds her, and a grin grows on Paige’s face, matching the sly one on Cam’s. Paige returns to the dishes, throwing jokes over her shoulder that Cam can’t help but laugh at. They’d keep it clean. Orderly. No chaos.

But entropy has to increase or remain constant. There was no circumventing that – it was a law of the universe. Ease wasn’t, though. Ease wasn’t just boring, and for Paige and Cam, they’d realize that it would be downright impossible.

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buckybarnes82 · 2 days ago

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Saturdays.

Summary: You and Bucky are best friends who spend all of your Saturday’s together. Bucky came to your place with a goal in mind: making you admit your feelings for him.

Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking games/shots of Sake. You also might need to make an appointment with your dentist because the fluff in this could possibly give you cavities.

The light knock on your door let you know Bucky had finally arrived. It was your typical Saturday evening hangout. Bucky would show up with alcohol of some kind because you frankly knew nothing about liquor, and you would either make or order the two of you food. You would likely watch a shitty movie that you’d pretty much talk over the whole time, and Bucky would look at you completely enamored by your beauty and nod during the important parts.

“Hey, you” his entire face lit up as you opened the door to greet him. His eyes quickly scanned your comfy outfit, loose leggings, a thin sweater detailed with lace, and fuzzy socks he had gotten you for Christmas last year. A light chuckle escaped him as he took you in.

Bucky was holding a giant brown bag full of alcohol, but you still eyed him up and down. He was always in the same variation of outfit: boots, tight jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket of some sort. Today, he opted for a brown leather jacket that he definitely bought from a local vintage shop.

“Hi chicken!” You greeted him enthusiastically as you stepped aside for him to walk into your place. The smell of your sweet smelling perfume practically sucker punched him in the heightened senses, not that he was complaining.

“That damn nickname” he pretended to hate it, but he didn’t hide it well, the corner of his eyes wrinkling and the slight smirk he wore gave him away every time.

“You refuse to let me call you Buck Buck goose! So I compromised!” You snorted, trying to stand taller to peek inside the bag at what he brought.

“Ah! No! Not yet” he playfully slapped your hand away, lifting the bag higher above you so you couldn’t sneak a peek.

“What’s for dinner little one? It smells good!”

You were shorter than him, and Bucky always made it a habit to point it out. He knew it made you flustered, picking up on the way your heart loudly thumped quicker in your chest, he never told you he could hear it but he felt like somehow you knew.

“I made tacos! I figured you’d want your favorite after your long week! I barely heard from you so I know it was hectic.” You didn’t say it to make him feel guilty but it did, Bucky felt like you physically punched him in the gut. His expression changed as he set the brown paper bag down on your kitchen table.

“Did you miss me or something?” He teased, only slightly hoping you’d admit it for once. Instead, you handed him a plate to serve himself, giving him a playful forced smile and showing all your teeth.

Once the two of you got your dinner plates ready, Bucky brought the brown bag over to the couch. He had a mischievous grin that you were already slightly nervous about as you clicked through streaming services for something to put on as background noise.

“I got some of your usual favorites because I’m not completely insane” he chuckled as you watched him pull familiar things out of the bag and put them on the coffee table in front of you.

“Debatable” you teased nudging him with your elbow as he playfully scowled at you.

“I mean, I am willingly eating your cooking so that’s a fair assessment.” He was quick-witted, something you really admired about him.

“James Buchanan Barnes! Take that back!” You fauxed offense, metaphorically clutching your pearls as he chuckled and took two bottles of sake out of the bag.

“Full government name? Really? You know damn well I’d lick those pans clean in there if you left the room for long enough” he pointed to the kitchen and it made you giggle, your eyes hardly leaving him before you turned your attention back to the sake bottles.

“I’ve heard sake is really good but also really strong” You picked up the bottle to read it but it was in Japanese, so you put it back down.

“Scared huh?” Bucky blushed, knowing just how to push your buttons as you clicked your tongue at him.

“I was thinking we could play a drinking game tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you took another bite of your taco, “I’m listening?”

Bucky would’ve usually hated seeing anyone talk with their mouth full but you were an exception. “Truth or drink,” he said overly confident which surprised you, You instantly wondered where Bucky had even heard about this game.

“Yelena and Bob taught me about it. Basically if you don’t want to answer you drink instead.” It was as if he read your mind and was answering the question you didn’t ask aloud.

“Oh! It’s probably how Yelena gets Bob to loosen up” You giggled, standing to get you and Bucky a shot glass from your kitchen cabinet.

“You think so?” He avoided your eye contact, hoping you weren’t catching on. “I say we take one to loosen up and then go from there” he said and you nodded before he opened the pink bottle of sake first pouring the two of you a shot.

Bucky took his shot without so much of a grimace but you felt the burn intensify in your throat immediately and coughed once it went down and got yourself a chaser from the fridge, bringing Bucky one too.

“No question is off limits.” He narrowed his eyes at you, it was clear he suggested this for a reason but you were happy to oblige.

“I’ll go first then- why do you want to play this game?” You giggled, maintaining eye contact with him as you leaned back on the couch, sitting with your legs crossed.

A nervous laugh escaped him, as he sat back on the couch Bucky was usually pretty calm and collected around you but the way you were looking through him right now made him forget how to breathe.

“Drink up then Barney boy” You handed him a shot knowing he wouldn’t answer, as he quickly threw it back.

“Why don’t you ever admit that you miss me?” He wasn’t originally going to ask such an upfront question right away but he had a strong feeling you weren’t going to play fair.

You thought about answering for a brief moment before you drank, coughing again after you swallowed.

“So that’s how this is going to go?” He scooted closer to you, watching your eyes get watery.

“This sake is so strong and kind of nasty” you coughed wiping your mouth with your sweater sleeve.

“I guess we should start being honest then” he smiled and you rolled your eyes playfully gearing up for your next question.

“Okay when we first met, what was your first impression of me?”

Bucky looked up at the ceiling, chuckling to himself as he placed the shot glass down. “Honestly? I thought you were really soft and nice and I didn’t expect us to hit it off as well as we did.”

“Why?” You were curious as to why he mentioned the last part, you knew he didn’t think much of himself which hurt you deep down.

“Soft and nice is not how anyone would describe me” he laughed, a genuine laugh that made your couch tremble slightly.

“Maybe? But that’s because they don’t really know you” you nervously bit your cheek wondering if that was a tad too flirty.

Bucky had been your best friend for about a year now and you were terrified of losing him.

“Okay, how would you describe me? Especially to someone who has never met me.” He picked up the sake bottle ready to pour, and only assuming you’d avoid the question.

“No put that down, I’ll answer this one” You stood up from the couch, to face him as he stayed sitting, his blue eyes piercing through you.

“Close your eyes, or just don’t look at me!”

“Close my eyes?” He laughed in disbelief at your dramatics.

“Yeah, they’re just very beautiful and super distracting” you teased and Bucky knew you were a lightweight when it came to drinking but he started to feel guilty for suggesting the game wondering if you were only complimenting him because of the liquor.

“Wait, you think my eyes are beautiful?” He mumbled and you hadn’t heard him over the nerves you felt gripping every bone in your body.

“I’d ideally describe you as close to perfect but I know you’d absolutely hate that.”

You were right, he’d hate that.

“I’d say Bucky is the kind of person who makes every day seem a little less heavy and dull. He’s the guy everyone can always depend on and despite being through the worst hell anyone could ever fucking imagine he is still kind, giving, loving and the greatest person I’ve ever met.” Your lips started to tremble and your eyes were tightly closed as you stood in front of your coffee table swaying back and forth nervously.

“You’d say that about me? To a stranger?” He felt like his heart had grown three sizes in the last minute. He never knew you felt that way about him.

“Of course, I talk about you all the time actually” You didn’t know why you said it but it felt right although your cheeks grew warm with embarrassment.

“Y/N, Why haven’t we dated?” The words crawled out of his mouth like an ache he couldn’t stop.

Your eyes shot open and he was staring at you directly, You noticed his fingers twitching as they sat in his lap.

“It’s my turn to ask a question” you swallowed dryly, your throat felt sandy and hoarse suddenly. Bucky only nodded in response, wondering what you’d ask next.

“So, why haven’t we dated?” You repeated the question back at him, making the room feel more at ease.

“You’re the only person who makes me feel human and I was afraid that if I misread the signs that I’d make things weird between us and I didn’t want to lose you” he stood up, walking over to where you stood.

“You didn’t misread anything, there’s a reason I spend all my Saturdays with you. You’re the best part of my week, my day, my life actually.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, looking up at him with loving, pleading eyes.

“Is this really happening? How drunk are you?” He teased as he held you, but there was a faint seriousness to his tone now that you had opened the floodgates of emotions.

“I’m not drunk! I don’t even think I’m tipsy, I just took the opportunity while I had it.” You admitted which made him chuckle before he easily picked you up and wrapped your legs around him.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you now?”

“You can kiss me forever” you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, rubbing your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck.

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stillalivebydemand893 · 3 days ago

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That night,That Lie,That fucking kiss

Part 2

(so sorry my loves for the delay this degree is humping my ass)

A road trip with Erik you'll never forget

18+ very romantic i was in my feels

You were both left breathless on the kitchen floor,half-naked, half what the actual fuck just happened.

Erik was still buried inside you, still cockwarming you like you were the last warmth on Earth. His grip on your waist tightened, like if you moved even an inch, he might combust,or worse, feel too much.

“Did we just fuck everything up?” you whispered, hand brushing his cheek, fingers trembling.

You’d prayed for this moment more times than you could count,fantasized about it like a goddamn sinner. You’d imagined what it’d feel like to finally have your best friend between your thighs, moaning your name like it meant something. And now?

It didn’t feel wrong. Not even a little.

Which made the spiral even worse.

Every cell in your body was screaming SHAME like you were the village whore in a medieval drama. Somewhere in the back of your brain, there was a nun with a bell shouting, “SHAME! TO THE ONES WHO STARVE FOR DICK!”

You were losing your goddamn mind.

Erik bit your collarbone, hard.

Your gasp punched straight through the fog.

“Okay, technically yeah, we definitely fucked” he said, smirking like the devil reincarnated. “But hey,60% of accidents happen in the kitchen. We just made the best out of it.”

“You made that shit up,” you laughed, swatting his arm.

It felt insane. Hysterical. Like you hadn’t just been screaming at each other two hours ago. Like he hadn’t ripped you apart and then kissed you back together.

“You’re still dripping on my dick, Peach,” he said, like it was a compliment, like it was a fact.

Then he took your breast in his tattooed hand and sucked your nipple into his hot mouth like he was trying to undo you all over again.

You moaned,because of course you did. Like you’d just woken the devil from a nap and he was starving.

“Can we move to the couch?” you panted, tugging his hair. “My knees are fucked and I’d like to avoid arthritis before I turn 30.”

His mouth stayed where it was, hands still reverent on your chest like your tits were the eighth and ninth wonders of the world.

“I need those knees working, Sweets. You ride me like I owe you rent.”

He kissed your neck, dragging his teeth just enough to make your legs twitch.

You groaned. “Come on, stupid.”

You both stood,instantly missing the feeling of being tangled together.

You lasted maybe five seconds before your knees buckled again.

Erik caught you around the waist like he knew it was coming.

“Jesus, Peach, give a guy a warning. We’re gonna end up crippled and unfucked at this rate.”

He swept you into his arms like you weighed nothing and started walking toward your bedroom.

“We’ll get Alzheimer’s one day and think we’re having sex for the first time every week,” you muttered against his chest.

“What a fucking blessing,” he smirked.

You didn’t say it, but the thought of growing old with him,of getting old and still doing this messy dance with him,settled in your chest like comfort.

Like home.

You collapsed onto the bed side by side, skin still humming, bodies wrecked in that perfect way.

“Remember two years ago?” he said suddenly, voice a little hoarse. “When we said we’d just drive around the States? Like Thelma and Louise, but hotter and with less felony murder?”

You turned your head toward him, snorting. “We had the playlist ready. Crime podcasts saved. Snacks planned. But someone-” you jabbed his bicep, hard “-decided to stick his tongue down her throat and settle down .”

“Ow,” he winced. “Unnecessary violence.”

“Say her name and I’ll commit actual violence.”

You ran a hand over your face like that would erase the memory. The image of them kissing in the studio burned behind your eyelids like an old scar that wouldn’t fade.

Erik turned to you, serious now.

“She came by when I was leaving,” he said quietly. “Started crying. Kissed me out of nowhere. I didn’t kiss her back. I didn’t want it. There’s nothing between us, Peach. Not then. Not now. Not ever.”

He exhaled like he was praying you’d believe him.

But your brain was a locked room, and belief didn’t come easy.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” you whispered.

“Then don’t,” he said, getting up and reaching for his pants on the kitchen chair. “Just pack your bags.”

“What?” You blinked, confused. “Where the fuck are you going?”

He looked at you, half-dressed and completely serious.

“We’re doing it. The roadtrip.”

“Erik. You’re not making any sense.Where would we even go?”

“Twilight. Twin Peaks. Buttfuck Nowhere. I don’t care. Just us. We’ll figure it out.”

He came back over, dropped a kiss to your lips like it was muscle memory.

“Fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”

He walked out the door, tossing an “I love you” like it was something he’d been saying every day for a hundred years.

Your heart hit the floor.

“Love you too,” you whispered, dazed.

Then, louder:

“Asshole.”

You stared at the window.

Maybe if you jumped out, he’d catch you.

A good trust exercise for whatever the hell this relationship was now.

Whatever it was becoming.

You threw four pairs of underwear, one hoodie, and a bottle of dry shampoo into your duffel like that counted as packing.

You yanked on your sluttiest tank top ,the one that made your boobs look like a renaissance painting and your shoulders scream “I have secrets and bad decisions to offer” and stared at yourself like you were suiting up for war.

Because you were.

War with your brain.

With your thighs.

With Erik and the cursed magic of his dick.

And with the highway of consequences which, unlike Erik, was reliable.

Fifteen minutes later, a black Jeep honked outside .

You opened the door.

Erik was there, leaning against the driver’s side he was auditioning to play “Emotionally Damaged Yet Inexplicably Hot Roadtrip Love Interest” in the A24 version of your breakdown.

Sunglasses.

Sweatshirt sleeve pushed up just enough to show off that one tattoo you used to trace with your fingers like it was braille for "Please make out with me."

Music blasting , something aggressive, chaotic, definitely featured in a trailer for a movie where someone robs a bank shirtless.

“You’re late,” he said, without looking.

“You left me post-sex and emotionally obliterated with no warning.”

He turned. Smirked. That fuckboy smirk. The one that made you wanna throw your panties in one direction and your pride in the other.

“So... on time, then.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck in another dimension.

“Where are we going,Kiki?”

He shrugged. “South? East? Hell?”

You tossed your duffel in the backseat and slid into the passenger seat.

“Perfect. I’ve always wanted to get fingered in Satan’s backyard.”

He choked on his Red Bull.

"Driver’s Seat" by Sniff 'n' the Tears was blasting through the speakers, and for a second, you and Erik felt like you were eighteen again. Back when he first got his license and you’d spent days driving aimlessly through LA, just the two of you, windows down, singing like your hearts didn’t already belong to each other.

“She always smiled for the people she’d meet,” Erik sang in a gloriously off-key tone.

“On trouble and strife,” you joined in, tone equally chaotic.

“She had another way of looking at life-” you both finished in perfect sync before disolving into laughter, giggling like you weren’t two people stitched together by unresolved trauma and explosive chemistry.

He reached over, took your hand, and kissed your knuckles so softly it made something in your chest break open. Like you were made of sugar.

You melted right there in the passenger seat.

“I love you too,” you murmured , barely audible. But he heard it. His smile said everything.

He kissed your palm this time, slower. Deeper. Like a promise.

Then he turned the music down with a smirk that should be illegal in three states.

“Come on, Peach. Be more romantic. Pick a song. Show me how much you love me,” he teased, voice low and cocky.

“Oh don’t try me, Campbell,” you shot back, already grabbing your phone.

He leaned back in his seat like he was watching a show.

And then the playlist appeared on the Jeep’s touchscreen.

“how can I stop loving you without fucking this up”

Erik blinked. His smirk grew.

“Peach…” he said slowly, dragging the word out like he was tasting it. “Do you have a playlist for me?”

“Not for you,” you muttered, already turning red. “About you.”

“Oh,” he said, eyes lighting up. “Even better. Show me what you got, Sweets.”

You hit play.

And then:

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you…

His face changed.

That song.

You didn’t have to look to know he recognized it. Wicked Game. The first one he ever played for you in that beat-up Corolla with the broken aux cord, his hand resting on your thigh like it meant nothing,when it meant everything.

You started singing along. Soft. A little shaky.

It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do…

You glanced at him, embarrassed, it felt like you were cracking your chest open and pouring your whole stupid, lovesick soul into the car.

Because that’s what this playlist was. This wasn’t just a collection of songs , it was every moment you’d spent together. Every late night. Every “fuck, I think I love him” thought you pretended wasn’t real.

And this song? This one made you feel like you had memories in a life you hadn’t lived. Like you were someone else’s heartbreak. Someone’s wife in New Orleans. A forest witch with Erik’s name carved into a tree. Like you’d loved him in every lifetime and failed every time.

You felt a tear slide down your cheek before you could stop it.

Erik didn’t say a word. Just pulled into a gas station, parked, and didn’t turn the song off. He let it play , the hum of the guitar bleeding into the quiet night, just the two of you in the soft glow of fluorescent lights, your soul spilling into his passenger seat.

He reached out and gently swept the tear from your face with his thumb.

His voice was hoarse.

“I already fell in love with you, Peach.”

That was it.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You unbuckled your seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and landed in his lap, knees on either side of him. Your mouth was already on his before he could finish breathing.

And god, the kiss.

It was everything ,soft and hungry and hot and heartbreaking. Your moans caught in his mouth like confessions. Your tears mixed with his breath. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, closer, like he couldn’t bear one more inch of space between you.

You ground down on his lap, and he groaned into your mouth, hands gripping your hips like he was seconds away from losing his mind.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips. “You’re gonna make me come in the front seat of my own car.”

“Maybe I want you to,” you panted. “Maybe I like ruining you in small spaces.”

“You have ruined me,” he growled, pressing kisses along your jaw, your throat. “I can’t even think straight when you’re on top of me like this.”

“Good,” you whispered, hips rolling slow and deliberate against his hard length beneath his jeans. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before ghosting the girl who made you a goddamn playlist.”

He cursed under his breath, dragging his hands under your hoodie, fingertips brushing skin, making you shiver.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he rasped.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you said, grinding down harder.

You kissed again ,deeper, wetter, like your bodies were trying to say everything your words couldn’t.

The song played on.

No, I don’t wanna fall in love… with you…

Too late.

You were already in freefall.

And this time?

You weren’t falling alone.

You were still in his lap.

Still breathing like you’d just been kissed back to life.

Wicked Game faded into silence, and Erik was staring at you like you were made of constellations and he had just memorized every single one.

Your hands rested on his chest. His heart was pounding.

You didn’t know if it was from the kiss or the fact that you’d just emotionally roundhouse kicked each other in a gas station parking lot with a Chris Isaak song.

Maybe both.

You reached up, touched his cheek with your thumb, and whispered:

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over you.”

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t laugh.

Didn’t dodge like he usually did when shit got too real.

He just nodded,slow. Like he knew. Like he felt it too. Like he’d already tried.

“I don’t think I want you to,” he said.

Your throat burned.

“Erik…”

“I know, Peach,” he said softly, forehead resting against yours. “I know.”

You stayed like that for a long moment,just holding each other in a car that smelled like gas station coffee, bad decisions, and the start of something holy.

You shifted your hips a little and felt him still hard underneath you.

“God,” you whispered, smirking. “Still?”

He gave you a look that could’ve set the dashboard on fire.

“You climbed into my lap singing Wicked Game, cried a little, told me you loved me, and then started grinding like we weren’t in public, Peach. You think I’m made of stone?”

You giggled.

Actually giggled.

Like an idiot.

He pulled you tighter, arms locking around your waist.

“Let’s get outta here,” he murmured. “I wanna take you somewhere where I can love you properly.”

That made your whole chest ache.

“You love me?” you teased, trying to lighten the weight pressing down on your lungs.

He tilted his head, lips brushing yours.

“I love you in every language I don’t speak. In every song I’ve ever skipped because it reminded me of you. In every version of this fucked-up life where I don’t get to kiss you like this.”

You blinked. “You’re making me crazy love.”

He kissed your nose. Then your cheek. Then your jaw.

“I love you in the dumbass way I don’t say it right, but show it every time I look at you like you hung the fucking moon.”

“Erik-”

“And I love you in the annoying way that means I’ll never be able to let you go without burning something down.”

You swallowed.

Your brain was a blur of what did I do to deserve this, and your heart was crawling into his hoodie like it finally found a place to live.

“Take me somewhere,” you whispered.

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere. Just drive. I don’t care. I’ll love you in every zip code.”

His lips twitched into a soft, crooked smile.

“Damn, Peach,” he muttered, kissing your forehead. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

“You started it.”

He chuckled.

“You ready?”

You kissed him again. Slower this time. Sweeter. Like you were making a promise you couldn’t take back.

“Yeah,” you said against his lips. “Let’s go fall in love on the road like two idiots with a death wish.”

He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh like it belonged there.

You put on another song,this one soft, nostalgic, something that made your eyes sting without knowing why.

Outside, the stars were starting to come out.

Inside, you were glowing.

You leaned your head against the window, hand in his, and whispered:

“If we crash and die tonight, I just want god to know I died horny and in love.”

Erik snorted.

“Romantic and deranged. My dream girl.”

You smiled.

And somewhere between one exit sign and the next town, he looked at you like you were the only destination that mattered.

You didn’t know where Erik was driving. Didn’t care.

The road spilled in front of you like a ribbon made of second chances, and the air felt different - heavier, maybe, or sacred. The way it does right before a storm, or a kiss that’ll change everything.

You were quiet now. Just music humming low through the speakers and Erik’s hand warm on your thigh like he didn’t ever want to let go.

Outside, the sky had darkened into that deep indigo, stars beginning to scatter like someone spilled glitter across the universe.

“You tired?” he asked softly, glancing over.

You shook your head. “No. Just… floating.”

He smirked. “You always get philosophical after orgasms and playlists.”

You elbowed him, but didn’t deny it.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled off into a field , open, wide, nothing but grass and sky and the kind of silence that makes you feel like the only two people left in the world.

The engine cut. The stars blinked brighter.

You both got out, and you climbed onto the hood of the car like it was something you’d done a thousand times , because maybe, in some other life, you had.

He joined you. Laid back, arms folded behind his head.

“God,” you whispered. “We’re so fucking cliché.”

“Hot people doing cliché things. It’s allowed,” he said, smirking up at the sky.

You laid next to him. Close. Barely touching.

“I almost told you I loved you,” you murmured. “Last year. Remember that night at the lake? When you fell asleep on my lap after three beers and a panic attack?”

He blinked. Turned to look at you.

“I remember,” he said quietly.

“I was gonna say it. You were mumbling in your sleep. Said my name like it hurt.”

He swallowed.

“I remember that too.”

You were silent for a long second.

“I didn’t say it because I didn’t want to be another thing you had to survive.”

He turned on his side. Eyes locked on yours.

“You’ve never been something I survived, Peach,” he said. “You’re the reason I’m still fucking breathing.”

The air left your lungs.

And then, from the car speakers, a soft Sinatra song started to play. Erik had turned the volume up from his phone.

He held out a hand.

You stared.

“You’re not serious.”

“Deadly,” he said. “Get up here and dance with me, Peach.”

“We’re in the middle of a field, Erik.”

“So?”

“No one dances to Sinatra in an open field under a full moon like they’re in a goddamn perfume commercial-”

“I do.”

You snorted, but he was already climbing off the hood, standing under the stars, hand still outstretched like he knew you’d come to him.

You always did.

You hopped down.

“Try anything horny and I’m headbutting you.”

“No promises.”

You slipped your hand into his.

And suddenly, he was pulling you into his chest, one hand on your back, the other twined in your fingers. Your bodies aligned like puzzle pieces that had been aching to fit.

He started to sway. Slowly.

You bit your lip.

“This is so fucking stupid.”

“I know,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“But I love you anyway.”

Your knees went weak.

His grip tightened.

“I love you like it’s ruining me,” he said. “And I don’t even care.”

You closed your eyes. Breathed him in.

“I love you like it’s always been you.”

And you swayed.

There. In the middle of nowhere. With the stars overhead and the world asleep and your entire chest cracked wide open like maybe this time… maybe it was safe to be soft.

He dipped you.

You screamed.

He laughed.

You shoved him back and he caught you around the waist, spun you once, then kissed you like it was the grand finale of a love story no one thought would survive the first chapter.

“Promise me something,” you said, breathless.

“Anything.”

“When this roadtrip ends… don’t stop choosing me.”

He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I never stopped.”

The moment the dance ended, you didn’t even realize who moved first.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe it was him.

But your back hit the car door and Erik’s mouth was on yours, hot and starving, and his hands were everywhere at once , cupping your face, sliding down your waist, gripping your ass like he’d waited years to do it in open air.

You moaned against his mouth, fingers in his hair, dragging him down until his hips pressed to yours and there was no doubt how hard he was.

“This is insane,” you gasped as he kissed down your neck, teeth grazing your throat.

“Then call me fucking crazy,” he growled, fumbling to open the back door with one hand while the other slipped under your shirt, thumbs dragging over bare skin.

The car door opened and you both fell inside, tangled limbs, breathless gasps, the weight of everything crashing down in the form of pure, desperate need.

You landed in the backseat, Erik’s body caging you in, heat radiating off him like he was made of fire.

He kissed you again , deeper now, slower, but with a tension that could snap bones. Tongue against yours, hands everywhere, so much skin and not enough time.

Your shirt was gone first.

Then his hoodie.

Then your bra.

He pulled back, just to look.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You’re so beautiful it makes me crazy.”

“Then do something about it,” you breathed, hips rolling up into his.

That broke him.

He dove back in, mouth on your chest, licking, sucking, biting , one hand gripping your thigh, the other squeezing your breast like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You dragged your fingers down his stomach, over the trail of hair that led to his waistband, and undid his belt with shaking hands.

He hissed when your palm brushed his cock.

“You gonna tease me again?” you smirked, already knowing the answer.

His eyes snapped up to yours, dark and wild.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He yanked your jeans down , impatient, messy , and hooked your legs over his shoulders like he was prepping for battle.

Then , his tongue was on you.

You cried out, back arching into the seat, hands clawing at the upholstery as he devoured you like a man possessed.

“Erik-fuck-”

He moaned into you, like the taste of you wrecked him, tongue curling just right, fingers digging into your thighs, holding you open like this was his purpose.

You were shaking already.

“Please,” you gasped, body strung tight. “I need you -please.”

He pulled back just long enough to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand and say:

“You want it, Peach? Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you moaned. “Now. Here. I don’t care. Just-now.”

His mouth was back on yours instantly, wet and hot and filthy.

You felt him line up against your entrance, his cock thick and hot, already leaking against your skin.

Then, one deep thrust , and he was inside.

You gasped , loud. Body bowing into him.

He groaned like he’d been punched in the gut.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he choked out, pulling back and slamming into you again.

The car shook.

Your moan turned into a scream.

He set a brutal rhythm , hips snapping into yours, the sound of skin on skin obscene in the tiny space, the windows fogging so fast it looked like a scene out of a horror movie ,except this was the most alive you’d ever felt.

You clawed at his back, his shoulders, dragged your nails down his spine just to feel him shiver.

“Erik, I—oh my god—”

“I know,” he panted, biting down on your shoulder. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

He reached down, thumb finding your clit, circling just right.

You lost it.

Your whole body clenched, legs tightening around him, scream caught in your throat as you came hard, the kind of orgasm that wrecked memory and rewrote religion.

He cursed, hips stuttering.

“Gonna cum,” he growled. “Where do you-”

“Inside,” you gasped. “Inside. I need it.”

That’s all it took.

He buried himself deep, let out a broken moan, and came with a shudder so intense it felt like an earthquake inside your chest.

You stayed like that, panting, tangled, skin slick and burning, his face pressed into your neck, breath ghosting over your skin like an apology.

You were both trembling.

Both ruined.

And still - he didn’t pull out.

Didn’t move.

Just whispered into your skin:

“You’re my home, Peach. Always have been.”

You pressed a kiss to his hair, still catching your breath.

“And you’re the disaster I’d choose every time.”

THE NEXT MORNING:

You woke up with your leg over the center console, your face smushed into Erik’s bare chest, and a single french fry stuck to your arm like it had gone to war with you.

The car windows were fogged.

Erik was dead asleep under the hoodie you both fought over. His mouth was slightly open, hair a complete mess, and he looked like an angel who’d gotten in a bar fight with a raccoon.

You shifted, winced, and whispered:

“Oh my God… my spine’s filing for divorce.”

“Same,” Erik muttered without opening his eyes. “Pretty sure I left one of my vertebrae under your ass.”

You sat up. Everything hurt. Everything smelled like… regret, sex, and possibly Funyuns.

“I think I gave you a hickey the size of Rhode Island.”

He smirked, eyes still closed.

“You think?”

You shoved him gently, and the car creaked in protest like it too had seen some shit last night.

ONE HOUR LATER: SMALL TOWN DINER, BIG TIME SHAME

You stumbled into a local diner looking like two feral raccoons who’d just discovered what love and backseat sex felt like.

Erik’s hoodie was stretched out in weird places. Your shorts were inside out,and Erik’s neck looked like it had been claimed by a vampire with emotional issues.

The waitress didn’t even blink.

“Booth or bar?”

“Booth,” you both croaked in unison like cursed dolls.

You slid into the booth, hissing as your thighs met the cold leather.

“God, I am fucking wrecked.”

“Same,” Erik muttered, flopping in across from you. “Pretty sure I dislocated a hip.”

You both opened your menus in silence.

Then a sweet old woman from the next booth leaned over and, with the voice of someone who had absolutely zero boundaries, said:

“Well. Someone had fun last night.”

You froze.

Erik blinked.

“Sorry?” you said, attempting politeness but radiating shame.

“Oh, honey,” she said, sipping her black coffee. “I know that walk. And those bruises.”

You reached for your ice water like it might help you evaporate.

Erik, of course, grinned like a feral golden retriever.

“Ma’am, if I could high-five you for that, I would.”

She did high-five him.

You nearly died on the spot.

“I’m Shirley,” she added. “Used to be a gymnast. Your form looked impressive.”

“Shirley. Please.”

Erik was beaming. “Shirley, you’re a legend.”

“I still got it,” she winked at him. “But you got it more, sweetheart.”

You slammed your menu down. “I will walk into oncoming traffic.”

After Shirley left (but not before sliding Erik a handwritten note that may or may not have been her number), you finally got your coffee, your pancakes, and a moment of peace.

Erik looked across the table, eyes softer now.

“You ever think about what this would be like every day?” he asked.

You blinked, halfway through drowning your plate in syrup.

“What, sex in a car and old women heckling us?”

“No. I mean-” he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly shy, “us. Waking up together. Mornings. Diners. Fighting over who used the last of the toothpaste.”

Your heart did something horrible and fluttery.

You tried to play it cool.

“Nah,” you said, sipping your coffee. “I’m just in it for the hickeys and public humiliation.”

He reached across the table and stole your bacon with zero remorse.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m in it for your ass in my hoodie and your voice when you sing ‘Wicked Game’ at midnight.”

You blushed.

He smiled.

And that was it.

You were screwed.

Like, emotionally.

Later, back in the car:

You climbed into the passenger seat, pulled down the mirror, and caught sight of your hair.

“Jesus. I look like I got into a fight with a leaf blower and lost.”

Erik leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Yeah,” he said. “But you looked hot doing it.”

You groaned, leaned your head back, and muttered:

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he said, starting the car. “You love me.”

You didn’t answer.

Just reached over, laced your fingers through his, and whispered,

“Yeah. I really fucking do.”

And as the Jeep pulled back onto the road, Shirley waved at you from the diner parking lot.

Winked at Erik.

Blew him a kiss.

You screamed into the hoodie.

He laughed until he almost ran a stop sign.

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Ur event got me thinking you absolutely don't need to use this as part of the job fair but garbage man tomura 🤤🤤

You need to see the vision him in his neon vest sweaty and tired coming home to his work from home office girly girlfriend I can't decide if the dynamic is "let me shower you demon" and feral y/n or "go shower you stink" and "no I want a goddamn kiss"

I'm on such a tomura shigaraki kick lately I'm loving the job fair and the new tomura content and as always you're fucking amazing ruru 🙏🙏🫐

highkey i was so excited for this LMAO i needed something silly sooooo baaddd hi blooby this is damn near a self insert bc i am Pro Shower First or get hosed down in the front lawn

garbage man!tomura // job fair

event m.list

as you hear the door swing open and hit the wall behind it, you suddenly have the thought that you should’ve locked yourself in another room until you heard the shower running.

“tomu?” you call out from the kitchen.

there’s a brief moment of silence. you try to hear for clothes dropping onto the floor- hopeful that he’d listen to you and just leave his work uniform to be dealt with later. he’d get his kiss and everyone would be happy.

then he steps around the corner. uniform on, vest and gloves slung over his shoulder, and hair pulled up into a messy ponytail.

“no,” you warn, moving around the kitchen island for the distance.

“are you fucking serious right now?” he whines, moving around the island in which you proceed to follow around, leaving you two on opposing sides.

he gives you a deadpan expression, unbelieving of this cat and mouse game you’ve set up for yourselves in your kitchen.

“i told you i was,” you groaned, “i don’t want to kiss you right now. go shower and then i will after.”

“I just got off an eight hour shift. physical labor. in the sun. i deserve a kiss.”

you nod your head, “yes i agree, and i’ll give you a really good one when you’re clean.”

tomura is tempted to throw a glove in your direction and see how quickly you’d scurry away, but he could already see your fingertips twitching for the sink’s hose if he made any sudden movements.

you two are stuck in a staring contest for a minute, waiting for the other to make the next move.

“just a kiss.”

“no.”

“hold your fucking breath if you have to,” he exasperated.

“take off your clothes.”

a beat of silence passes between you two.

tomura presses his lips together in a tight line. normally with a request like that, he doesn’t have to be asked twice, but with the current circumstances and how much you’ve irritated him today before even getting home from work, you’re at a standstill.

“come take them off for me,” he taunts.

you narrow your eyes at him as he shrugs his vest and gloves to the ground. tomura holds his arms out for you, motioning for you to come closer with a shit-eating smirk on his face knowing that he knows exactly how to lure you in.

you pout.

your boyfriend is a hard worker. he has to deal with your antics. he’s tired. he just wants some love.

you slowly move your way around the kitchen island, and let yourself touch his outreached hands. you interlock your fingers with his at arm's length, hoping that this bit of physical touch is enough to satiate him.

“is this good enough?” you mutter.

“yeah.” he smirks, “this is good.”

tomura’s grip tightens. you feel him tense up, but his smile never leaves his face. he suddenly jerks you into him in one movement that almost makes you trip over yourself. in a second, you’re engulfed into his arms, tightly held chest to chest, and locked in an embrace that leaves you screaming.

“looks like you’re getting in the shower with me,” he mutters in between your wails.

#unfortunately i would kill him #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smau #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #mha tomura #bnha tomura #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #rue's job fair

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kurizz · 20 hours ago

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Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 2

Summary: Mira had a solo interview—at least, that’s what she thought. But right when it started, two pink-haired boys showed up and joined in. What was meant to be calm quickly turned into a chaotic interview with all three of them. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Word Count: 1250

a/n: im bad w titles and posting. lets just say this is part two even though there's no significant connection between the first fic i posted.

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“What do you think of the ship MiRomAbby?” the host asked Mira.

With a forced smile, she looked at the camera. “I think our fans are creative, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

The audience let out a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s and suspicious “Hmm”s, some clearly thinking she was lying. She wasn’t though.

“Is that so?” the host asked. He stood up and turned to face the crowd. The studio lights were blinding, but his smile was even brighter—like he had something up his sleeve. “Actually, we have surprise guests today. Would you like to meet them now, folks?”

Mira’s brows furrowed. She sat up straight. She hadn’t been informed of this.

“LET US ALL CHEER for Romance and Abby of Saja Boys!”

The crowd went wild—but Mira’s heart went wilder.

What? They’re here?!

No one told her. No one warned her.

Fans squealed and chanted as the boys made their entrance, the guys had their eyes immediately locked in on her. Their smiles teased with a sweet charm that made the air a little warmer.

She averted her gaze, ignoring the weird tingling feeling in her chest. Stop it, Mira.

They waved at the crowd like boy band royalty, soaking in the cheers of the people. Mira didn’t move. She was trying to compose herself.

They took their respective seats on either side of her. She noticed how they were always like this, keeping her in the middle. It was like this during their fansign event, and it's the same now.

Mira tried to play it cool, but the host had other ideas.

“So, who confessed first? Was it Mira?”

She was visibly taken aback, “As if! Nobody confessed anything—”

“Yet.” Abby cut her off playfully.

The crowd was loving this. Mira, not so much.

“I’ve asked Mira. About time we hear your answers too.” The smug look on the host’s face was irritating. “What do you think of MiRomAbby?”

“Oh, we heard there were rumors,” Romance stated, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “And we thought, why not confirm everything?”

“What?” Mira whipped her head in his direction. He met her gaze with a sweetly masked innocence.

Abby nodded, “Yeah. Like, confirm that we’re all just friends…with really good chemistry.”

The host cackled, clearly thriving. “So no truth to the MiRomAbby ship?”

Romance lazily leaned in. “I mean, unless Mira wants to change her answer.”

“I don’t.” Mira blinked, her response quick.

“You sound so sure.” Abby chuckled in amusement. It was close to her ear, making her shift in her seat.

“Because I am sure.” her gaze sharp and challenging.

The host clapped his hands together, bringing the attention back to him. “Alright, time for a little fun. We’ve got some stuff prepared that were highly requested—”

Mira huffed. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“—from your fans.” The host grinned. “Let’s start off with a classic: the heart monitor game!”

Some staff emerged from the sidelines to stick the sensor patches onto them. Their heart rates appeared on the big screen for everyone to see. Mira’s was already elevated, while the boys’ were on the lower side.

“Seems like someone’s a little nervous…” Romance teased, his voice smooth and low.

Mira took a deep breath. “It’s because I’m annoyed. That’s all.”

His brow quirked upwards, a small grin playing on his lips. Ugh, why is she even looking at him?

“And now it’s time for some Truth or Dare.” The host barely let the tension settle. “This one comes from sajaxhuntrix4ever. They said: ‘I dare you to hold hands for 10 minutes. If you let go, you’ll have to redo. P.S. We love you and support pink poly!’”

Mira’s blood ran cold. The cheers were deafening.

“Now that’s one way to start the game,” the host laughed. “Alright then, the timer starts once you hold hands.”

Abby offered his hand to her, head slightly tilted, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Whenever you’re ready, Mira.”

He said her name slowly, like he was enjoying the sound of it on his mouth. Her heart was already thudding in her chest. She glanced up at the screen and saw the BPM number climbing higher. No. Calm down.

With an abrupt motion, she grabbed both their hands without another thought. Let’s get this over with.

The timer began.

Romance shifted into a more comfortable position and casually readjusted his hold on her. He slid his warm fingers between hers, lacing them together with a satisfied hum. Mira chose to ignore it.

“Okay, next one is from the user supremecolorpink. They asked: ‘Why can’t you just date? Don’t worry, we support you!’”

Mira sighed. “I appreciate all the support, but it’s simply because I’m not… interested.”

That slight hesitation. What happened to being sure, Mira?

“That's not a very nice joke,” Abby teased, bringing their intertwined hands on his chest with a sly smile. “Not even a spark of interest?”

Yeah, no, I'm definitely not interested...right..?

She could feel the warmth of his chest seeping into the back of her hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry, “Enough. Next.”

“Between Romance and Abby, who do you like more?”

The two boys exchanged glances.

“None.” Mira was quick with it, her eyes shut tight with restraint.

More ridiculous questions followed, and somehow, she managed to get through them. When does this end?

The host chuckled before he read the next card. Upon reading, his eyes widened a fraction. “Ah, finally, another dare—and it’s a fan favorite: the Pepero Game!”

The room erupted in cheers of excitement, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in Mira’s chest. No, not like this.

The host took notice and didn't miss a beat.

“Well, would you look at that? Someone’s excited.”

Excited?

Mira looked to her left, as if trying to hide her face from the crowd. Things were starting to feel uncomfortable, and her shoulders grew tense. She didn't like this. She wanted to make the fans happy but not at the expense of her own. The room now feels suffocating.

Suddenly, she felt gentle, comforting rubs on both her hands, like it was trying to help her relax. She slowly glanced down at one hand, then the other—then up at their faces. They weren't even looking at her but their thumbs were rubbing soft soothing circles on her hands.

“Alright, Mira, you’ll need to choose a partner—” the host began, already scanning between Romance and Abby with a grin.

But before he could finish, Abby raised his free hand with a chuckle, “Actually, I think we’re overdue for a water break. I might pass out.”

A few people laughed from the crowd. Some were concerned.

Romance nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I’m thirsty too.”

“Oh look, the timer’s up. We can let go now.” he added.

Romance and Abby gently released Mira’s hands. She blinked, still trying to process the sudden shift. They removed the sensor patch from Mira's body, both their eyes fixed on her face.

“You’re thirsty too, right, Mira?” Abby asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

That’s when they led her backstage.

Minutes later, a staff member whispered to the host that the three idols had slipped away, mentioning something about an emergency.

Whispers began to swirl instantly. Fans speculated wildly, their phones lighting up with theories and guesses. Had they ditched the show?

The buzz didn’t die down for the rest of the night.

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it's so embarassing that i dont know how to use this thing </3 i feel like a grandma but im not that old i swear (or maybe i am) im just not a tumblr typa gal. dont laugh at me or maybe do, as long as it makes u happy. you can suggest stuff so it would help me have ideas. like, be it fluffy, angsty, or spicy. just a teeny bit spicy, like this tho 🤏🏻 nothing too crazy unless… i didnt say ill be writing them all so dont keep your hopes up. mmmm say please then maybe i would reconsider 😮‍💨

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#kpop demon hunters #miromabby #romance x mira x abby #mira x abby #mira x romance #romance x abby #saja boys #huntrix #fanfic

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bewitched-hours · 2 days ago

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Fantasy!Forsaken | Pirates!Noli7n7 x Siren!Reader (+ C00lkidd, Bluudud & Pr3typriincess)

When two pirates set out to find their kids, the last thing they expect is for a creature of distant tales to have grown protective of them.

Reader's getting She/Her~

You were a dangerous creature to behold.

Though you looked normal at first glance, most are smart enough to cover their ears when they notice your scales. That is, if they manage to before you spot them.

They say the voice of a siren is powerful but even more powerful was your wrath.

A simple scream can be enough to call forth the wrath of all the animals in your area and beyond.

To mess with you is to mess with the force of the ocean. A sin so great no sane person would dare to call upon it.

You always thought robloxians were ridden with greed and lust. Disgusting, vile creatures that will do anything for their own gain.

Even if the cost is that of innocence or whatever you used to believe in.

Back when you were still a guppy.

But you learned fast through your years.

They would do anything to get their sinful hands on your scales... And you didn't dare to wonder why.

Yet, you knew their young were as innocent as you used to be.

You couldn't fault them for the sins of their peers. Nor for the sins they had yet to commit.

What you didn't expect was to get into direct contact with such innocence.

You were stuck in a fishing net on a beach.

Although you were hidden between some boulders, it was getting harder to stay conscious with the lack of water and it caused you to have less and less strength to try and get yourself out of your restraints.

You were sure this would be the end. You just knew this would be the reason any Sirens outside of the deepest depths would be forced to lose to robloxians...

... Until you were suddenly splashed with water.

Taking a sharp and deep gasp, you sat up to notice your restraints had been cut open and you were glistening again.

And then you noticed three little shadows to your right.

Looking up at them, you noticed they were just kids. Innocent younglings who saved you from certain death with who you presume to be the eldest holding a pocket knife.

"Are you alright?!" The pink one spoke with concern and you couldn't do anything but nod with surprise.

Looking around, they seemed to be alone.

"Where are your parents, little ones?" You asked softly, glancing at each of them to note their unusual looks. Though you liked it, you had a bad feeling for the answer you might ge-

"They're still nearby! They're apparently looking for treasure!" The red child spoke with excitement and although you were glad your fears were for nothing, you knew from the way he spoke about it that you were dealing with the children of pirates...

Just your luck...

The blue one, who had cut you free, seemed a little confused. "Are you a mermaid or a Siren?" He asked bluntly, his straightforward question causing a chuckle to escape your lips.

"I'm a siren, my darlings. But I prefer to eat bigger meals than innocent children." You smiled, noticing that they seemed to have taken a liking to you. Only natural, given their instinctive curiosity and naivety.

They took turns keeping you from drying up as they asked you all sorts of questions and lifted you onto one of the boulders together to make it feel more like a game.

You couldn't remember ever having this much fun in a conversation but their honesty and innocence sparked an odd sense of warmth in you. They had to be protected.

For weeks you'd come back to the same spot and for weeks they'd find you to talk about anything and everything.

Sometimes you'd answer questions about the sea, sometimes they'd answer questions about the surface.

But unfortunately they would also talk about their parents which taught you some stuff you didn't bother thinking about but you remembered it regardless.

However, it might've been a mistake informing them where you've made yourself a home in an underwater cave...

You awoke in the gentle glow of the moon, smelling blood in your waters.

It wasn't just any blood, but robloxian blood...

That's when you perked up. What was a robloxian doing on the surface of your waters this late at night??

It sure as hell wasn't a pirate ship or you would've felt the water vibrate.

You groggily made your way towards the source only to break the surface and-

"Hi again!" C00lkidd's voice rang out gleefully.

... It was the kids...

... OH SHIT IT'S THE CHILDREN-

You panicked as the realization settled in and you quickly grabbed C00lkidd's hand, noticing the pocket knife in his other.

"Told you this was stupid..." Bluudud commented as you quickly drove back down and came back up within seconds to wrap the bleeding wound in some seagrass.

It wasn't much but it at least stopped the bleeding and could aid in the healing process. You just sighed in relief when he thanked you.

"We're sorry for the disturbance but we just really wanted to see you!" Pr3typriincess spoke with concern, likely not wanting to be scolded.

"Don't worry, I'm just happy to see you but please don't ever harm yourselves like that again or you might attract sharks." You lied, seeing as you knew sharks usually disliked robloxian blood but it was easier than to admit you might get hungry.

You didn't want them to fear you after all...

"I'm just surprised your parents would allow you out of the house this late..." You muttered, holding onto the edge of their little boat just in case.

"Oh, they didn't..." Bluudud answered, causing a small "Eh-?" To erupt from your throat.

C00lkidd kinda chuckled. "Yeah, we snuck out! We know when to go back though so they won't notice a thing!" Which brought a slightly louder "Eh-??" From your mouth.

"That's unless they wake up for a glass of water or something because I may have forgotten to close the day on the way out..." Pr3typriincess added, your "EH-???" Sounding more and more worried than before as you realized you probably had pirates to deal with now...

How many would there be?? Six- maybe eight??? Could you even handle that many without using your voice to lure them to their deaths???? You didn't want to cause your favourite children such trauma, for crying out loud!

But by the time you could finish that thought...

"Kids!" A voice rang out behind you and you instinctively turned around to prepare to protect them.

Surprisingly, it was a small boat with only two pirates that approached. They were equally as shocked to see you as you were to see them, though C00lkidd's voice brought you all back to reality.

"Hi dad! This is the friend we've been talking about!" You looked back in surprise. They've been telling these guys about you and they weren't immediately drawn to the hunt??? Surely they-

"Uh- yeah! That sure is a Siren..." One of them said and suddenly it made more sense.

They probably hadn't believed their own kids while talking about you. I mean, who would?

Still, you were hesitant to swim aside. "Alright, how about we all just relax. We came alone, so let us get our children back." The man in the back spoke up, his appearance not one you'd expect from a pirate but rather a jester but oh well...

"... You're lucky I'm a Siren with morals. For I refuse to destroy the innocence of a child." You spoke hesitantly, swimming to the other side of the boat and carefully pushing it towards them.

It wasn't a threat or a warning, it was a simple fact. And they could tell you cared as C00lkidd rambled on about you warning them of the sharks and helping with his cut.

But remembering the blood was making you hungry now... And that made you guilty...

You didn't want to be hungry... Not after the blood of a child was spilled...

"Uhm... How about we eat something? I happen to have brought some tuna with me." The gentler one spoke, seeming to notice your hunger first.

It was embarrassing but... You accepted.

That night was mostly spent talking about what you and the kids would often do while you secretly admired the way robloxians prepare tuna for consumption...

But ever since, you've decided to visit a cousin in the depths inbetween your visits to see the children and those... Pirates. You cousin was a sea witch who offered you a once in a lifetime deal for a favor. And you accepted.

Though you've waited to get close to your oddly charming robloxians, you eventually fulfilled your end of the deal by overthrowing a bigger pirate ship that had been heading past your territory and threatening the lives of those you actually cared about for once.

It was easy as can be, delivering the bodies to your cousin and receiving a necklace in return.

The necklace gave you the ability to turn into a robloxian when you dried up, allowing you to continue living but not being able to use the abilities of your voice in that form.

Really, it wasn't a complicated deal. And you'd be able to switch at will.

So it was obviously a shock to see you with legs for the first time, asking your pirate boys- Noli and 007n7- for help finding balance and learning to walk. It was like watching a baby deer wobble around. They found it adorable even when you'd scoff at them and tell them off for laughing at you, claiming they were cruel which was still a thousand times better than what you'd call regular robloxians.

But they weren't just regular robloxians to you...

They were your dumb but cute pirates with simply adorable children who gradually took to calling you their mother, making you emotional each time they first said it because the warmth and joy felt overwhelming.

"The change feels so weird every time..." You groaned, holding onto 007. You didn't have to re-learn walking necessarily but the first bit of path back to their home would always be spent with you getting used to the lack of buoyancy and needing to get used to moving your legs again instead of a singular tail.

But while Noli was making lighthearted jokes over it, 7n7 did his best to keep you upright while you slightly leaned against him to avoid falling. "Take it easy, love. You're being impatient." He spoke calmly, holding you gently against his body as you looked down at your legs to make sure you're moving them correctly. In sync with his.

Your voice was even a little off in this form but that was because the necklace covered your usually hypnotizing echo. "I swear I could kill Noli..." You muttered to your robloxian walking cane. "But you won't." He simply answered with a kiss to your cheek as a soft pink spread across your cheeks.

"Yeah, I won't..." You admitted as your tone softened, sighing. "You're both too cute to be harmed..." You decided to let out, watching 7n7 blush himself while the kids were waiting ahead.

In a way, this life was nice. You didn't have to give up the sea for love, you didn't have to give into the demands of some annoying pirate captain and you even became somewhat of a secret protector for this new home you've gained.

And news spread quickly. News how much safer the lands were that you lived in because any pirates looking to invade were mysteriously taken care of, how the two pirates in town managed to not only find themselves a wife to add into their relationship but also suddenly had a lot more power with you by their sides...

But you mostly focused on keeping this new life of yours. You were a wife, a mother, a guardian and still a siren. You could do it all and rarely had to crave robloxian meat after discovering that pig meat was actually a good substitute that even satiated you better.

As such, your unofficial(but you can't really make it official because you have nothing to prove you aren't a siren) husbands made sure to keep at least a bag of pig meat around for your visits. Just in case you got a craving.

The gesture surprised you when it first happened and had you getting flustered because of how sweet they were being with it but Noli's jokes obviously ruined the moment...

But you weren't a goody-two-shoes either. As stated earlier, you helped your husbands become more successful and would often join them in their searches for whatever treasure they set their minds too.

You were basically a natural at helping them, considering you could effortlessly delve deep into the waters and weren't afraid to get get your hands dirty or even recruit the help of nearby sealife.

They were both grateful, you knew that. Even if 007 was the only one to say it.

But this was nice... Just a family of your own...

It felt better than you would've thought...

This was actually really fun to write- I may love yanderes but by god do I love powerful women falling for pathetic men too-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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fervent-adoration · 2 days ago

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I think we need some more villain f/o representation... so, let's have a

VILLAIN F/O ASK GAME!!

Made with romantic f/os in mind. Pro/darkship DNI, please and thank-you!

What is your favorite personality trait of your f/o? Why is it your favorite? And how does it affect their actions as a villain?

What is your f/o’s most unorthodox act to show love?

What made you fall for your f/o?

How does your f/o show you that they love you? How does it match up with your preferences? (This is basically asking about love languages with more specifics)

Are there any fun facts about your f/o that you want to share?

Why is your f/o a villain rather than a “hero”? How do they see themself in this regard?

Are you a “f/o apologist”, a “I can fix them”, a “I’ll pretend that this never happened”, or a “I could make them worse” sort of partner in regards to your f/o and their villainous actions?

What’s the worst thing that your f/o has done? How do you feel about that? Is it canon to your selfship lore?

What is your dynamic with your f/o? As many dynamic descriptions as you want here!

What role do you play within your f/o’s villainy? A peer? An onlooker? Perhaps the one to try to stop them? What’ve you got?

How does your f/o feel about PDA?

How does your f/o’s past affect the way they approach their relationship with you?

What kinds of dates does your f/o like to go on with you?

What does your f/o visualize for the future with you? How does this align with your view for the future?

How did you win your f/o’s heart? Was it easy? What’s their favorite thing about you, do you suppose?

What kinds of compliments does your f/o give? Why these ones? Do you like them?

Does your f/o encourage you to become actively better, or do they encourage more nefarious behaviors?

Is your f/o good at taking care of things? How are they in a domestic setting?

How does your f/o attempt to impress you? Does it work?

How would your f/o react if they found you upset?

How did your f/o first take to learning about you? Did they ask you questions outright? Observe you when the two of you were together? Word of mouth from others? Or even something else?

Will your f/o do anything for you? What is their limit, if anything?

Was your f/o scared of falling in love?

Free space! Tell us about your f/o in however much detail you wish, and tell us about your favorite aspects of your relationship with them. This is the infodump question.

Feel free to reblog and have people send specific asks, or just fill out all of the questions for yourself!

#selfship reblog game #selfship ask game #selfship #selfship community #selfshipping community #self ship ask game #self ship reblog game #villain fictional other #villain f/o #selfshipping #self shipping #i can't wait to see these!!!#if you reblog it from me I'll send you an ask!!!!!#proship dni #dni proship

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pheastinyworld · 2 days ago

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winning gold ❀•°•───────•

request: what do gabe and his gf do to celebrate after world juniors 😘

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none i think, get's the TINIEST bit suggestive at the end?

author's note: "em, thank you for the photo to the right + helping phe with writing details" we again say to @perre4ult . also, nonnie, im so sorry but it took a kinda different turn in terms of "celebrating" cause i really didn't want to repeat the new years piece, there's more fluff at the start to make up for it.

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you had just gone out to grab something to eat with liliane, wanting to give gabe space to have his pre-game nap. letting the time get away, you realized it was time to get back and get ready for the game. the game. the final against finland.

you were about to head over to ryan’s girlfriend’s room, having plans to get ready with her and some of the other girls, but you remembered that you had left your makeup bag in gabe’s room. he had insisted on keeping it with his luggage because you couldn’t fit it in your suitcase. but you had forgotten to take it back before leaving, despite mentally reminding yourself several times.

standing outside the hotel room, feeling guilty and wondering if you should just ask to borrow somebody else’s makeup products, you dug out the spare key gabe had given you from your bag.

sighing, you unlocked the door and pushed your way in, trying to be as quiet as possible. gabe was sharing a room with both ryan and james, so you knew that making any noise would not only disturb your boyfriend but two of gabe’s teammates. and you definitely did not want them playing poorly because of you.

you had to hold your hand over your mouth just not to laugh when your eyes were met with the three boston college linemates, all of their beds pushed together, mouths open, faces buried into their pillows.

after you quickly pulled out your phone to snap a silent picture of them, you moved swiftly to one of gabe’s duffle bags, which, just your luck, had to be right at the edge of his bed. you made light steps towards the bag and kneeled down.

the zip made a loud noise when you pulled it and you scrunched up your face, peeking up to cheek if they were all still asleep. to your relief, all three of them were cold out. once you finally found your makeup bag after searching through stacks of gabe’s clothes, you closed the zipper again.

you quickly peered back up to get one last look at your boyfriend before you’d see him on the ice, but your heart absolutely drops. you're met with his smile facing you, eyes wide open, grinning when you slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at how close he suddenly was and definitely not expecting him to be awake.

“fuck, gabe, you scared the shit out of me.” your hand moved down to your chest as if you were gripping at your racing heart, trying to calm it down.

gabe chuckled, pulling his hand out from under the comforter to brush some of the hair out of your face. you shuffled closer to the edge of the bed on your knees. he’d obviously moved there while you were busy searching for your stuff.

“sorry.” he whispered, taking a look behind him to see his teammates still fast asleep and turning back to look at you.

you tilted your face to the side until it lined up with his, which was still resting on the pillow, his cheeks warm and rosy from sleep, his scruffed-up hair making him look even more boyish than usual. you felt like your heart was slowing, easing its fast paced beating just at the sight of him; his face full of love that made you feel all giddy inside.

“had to get my stuff, sorry for interrupting your cuddling sesh.” you whispered, trying not to laugh and wake the other two boys up.

“don’t get jealous on me baby, you know you’re my favorite cuddle buddy.” gabe replied, his voice low to stay quiet, and raspy from sleep.

you rolled your eyes before running your finger against his cheek and his eyes gently shut in response. you leaned down to place a fleeting kiss onto his lips. “good luck today. i’ll be so proud of you whatever happens, just so you know,” you mumbled against him before pulling away.

gabe smiled softly, a low hum escaping his throat as his eyes fluttered open, then slowly blinked shut again. you loved when you caught him like this. that sort of of sleepy state where his voice ran deep and he blinked slowly in that kind of lazy, content way that made it clear he was already slipping back toward sleep.

you heard him whisper a “thank you,” eyes already shut. you placed another kiss onto his cheek before getting up again, tip-toeing your way out of the hotel room and shutting the door as lightly as possible.

after getting ready and hanging out with some of the girls, you all made your way to the lobby where you met up with gabe’s family before heading to the arena.

from the moment you stepped inside, the energy was electric. before the game had even started, the noise was louder than you had ever heard for a hockey game. the chants, the excitement and fire temper that people omitted during a gold medal game.

looking around, your stomach twisted slightly. you loved going to all of gabe’s hockey games, but you seriously hated how nervous you would get. being at a stadium with so much weight on one game was a type of anxiety that you both loved and hated.

you spotted signs mocking ryan’s nose; ryan’s girlfriend scowled, her nose scrunching up as you rolled your eyes. some fans had drawn cartoons of him, making him look ridiculous, and people were yelling things like “let’s go finland, let’s go!” louder than you thought was possible. you knew how fierce the usa-canada rivalry is; you had seen it first hand when usa versed canada. you realized fast that almost no one was on team usa’s side, apart from the handful of fans who crossed the border.

by the time the first period started, the stadium was filled with boos. the whole arena felt stacked against them, and you begin to tug on your scarf. the game was back and forth, every second felt like your heart was being pulled in opposite directions; at moments it was dropping and at others it was pounding excitedly. finland got the first goal in, but james scrambled to get the puck into the goal minutes later.

second period and two goals for both teams. you were literally sweating through your jersey.

“oh darling, you look like you’re going to pass out.” gabe’s mom rubbed your back, chuckling at you but you could tell she was keeping her own nerves at bay, probably used to the stress. “do you want some water? i brought spares.”

you still couldn't believe how welcoming gabe’s entire family was to you. you would have totally understood if they were closed off and sceptical; a hockey family wanting to protect their youngest boy. but they were instantly so nice, even laughing at you when you asked if they would rather you sit with some other girlfriends and not in the family section with them.

“yes please, thank you.” you responded politely.

when overtime hit, you thought you might actually pass out from nerves. zeev had a chance off gabe’s pass, for half a second you thought it was over, the gold was theirs, but no goal happened.

“they're playing well. he's doing good.” gabe’s dad said to no one in particular, more to himself than enyone.

and then it happened.

about ten minutes into overtime, ryan got the puck on his stick. you barely remember breathing. it was all a blur: the quick pass to teddy, the breakaway, the way the puck slammed into the back of the net.

“OH MY GOD!” you remember liliane screamed in your ear all hugh pitched, grasping at your arm when everyone bounced onto their feet.

the noise was deafening, usa fans screaming, the boys were leaping over the boards, gloves flying, helmets tossed. you were hugging anyone in sight, family members who were just as overwhelmed and giddy as you.

when the medals came out, you couldn’t stop smiling that the tops of your cheeks were aching. after ryan ran to the team with the trophy, gabe managed to get a hold of it first and skated around, holding it up proudly.

there he was; your boy, sweaty, hair damp, smiling wide and with a gold medal shining around his neck.

“i told you already, i can see your eyeballs forming into gabe shaped eyes, its worse than before.” liliane giggled at you, swatting your arm playfully with her spare hand, the other holding up her phone to record her baby brother.

you all knew that leaving the arena was going to be something else; you were decked out head-to-toe in red, white, and blue. there was sure to be angry finnish and canadian fans filling the halls, so family members slowly made their way out. you would be waiting even longer than after most games for sure, so there was no rush.

you took an uber back with gabe’s family to meet up with everyone in the hotel lobby, waiting excitedly for the team to arrive. his mom kept checking for gabe's updates on how close the team bus was and his dad and brothers were quickly getting drinks from the bar, already preparing to celebrate.

absolutely exhausted from the sheer excitement and energy, you and liliane sat on the carpeted floor, leaning against each other as you both shared videos you had just captured.

but the second the boys walked in? the whole place erupted. clapping, cheering, people whistling and yelling their names. it was absolute chaos as the boys shouted and cheered, jumping up and down with the lingering adrenaline. both you and liliane jumped to your feet, laughing as everyone cheered.

you spotted gabe right away, still wearing his jersey, medal swinging on his chest, and that goofy grin that made your heart melt every time. all the boys rushed toward their families and gabe was engulfed by a warm hug from his parents once he made his way over, his siblings giving him bear hugs each. you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, pulling you into him, his arms tight around your waist.

you leaned back just enough to smirk at him. “your neck is all sticky. did they dump champagne on you or something?”

he laughed, the sound warm and a little tired, his cheeks still pink. you seriously loved how his cheeks went pink at absolutely anything; actually you were a bit jealous he had a natural blush and you didn't. “maybe a little,” he said leaning in like he was about to nuzzle you anyway.

you’re boyfriend had just won gold; he was grinning like a kid, breathless and gripping your sides just to ground the giddy feeling that hadn't left his chest since lifting up the trophy.

you just smiled back at him and wiped at the damp spot on his neck with your sleeve. “do you know how proud i am of you?”

gabe grinned, leaning down to peck your cheek before whispering into your ear, “yeah, but it couldn’t hurt to show me later.” now your cheeks were flushing red and gabe chuckled, kissing your other cheek before continuing, “we can slip away later.”

#gabe perreault x reader #gabe perreault #gabe perreault fic #nhl x reader #hockey x reader #gabe perreault imagine #boston college #boston college hockey #boston college imagine #gabe pereault hockey

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arbitrarykiwi · 3 days ago

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Would love to see more sfw/nsfw thangyu x reader content, yours just hits different🥹 interactions just between Thanos and Namgyu are be appreciated as well, even though we know their favourite thing ever is giving all the attention to the reader at the same time lol! (for example them curled up together playing videogames while reader is doing smth else, some kisses/smut between them too etc.)💞

Home Is Where the Throuple Is

Oh em geeeee!!! So I realized I haven’t done a thangyu x reader fic in a HOT MINUTE!!! so when I got this request it got me back into the swing of writing for them!! I have plenty of other requests for them that i now got a new wind for! This ended up spiraling into a full blown smut but i tried to keep some fluff in there too!! I hope I did your request justice!!! 😋😋🫶

Warnings: smut (18+) , threesome , mmf, some male x male , probably ooc namgyu and Thanos but idc , oral (f receiving) , dirty talk , double penetration , degradation , praise , squirting, creampie , spit , multiple orgasms , probably more , read at your own risk

“I’m home!!!” You call out, kicking off your shoes in the entry way and hurriedly discarding your coat on the coat rack by the front door.

“In here!” Two voices reply in tandem, coming from the bedroom. Your smile widens, socked feet slipping with each step as you run to the bedroom and through the cracked door.

“Hi baby…” Nam-Gyu sleepily mumbles, pulling he’s head off Thanos’ bare chest. It was obvious he was sleeping just before you got home, cheek red from where it was pressed up against Thanos’ skin, hair a mess and eyes hardly open.

“Welcome home, princess~” Thanos coos happily, shifting to sit up more in bed, pausing the video game he was playing with a click of a button. As he sits up, his arm that was slung around Nam-Gyu is tightening around the sleepy man and keeping him tucked into him when he sits with his back against the pillows.

They’re both laid under the bedsheets, nothing but boxers on with legs tangled in a mess of limbs. You can also see new hickeys covering both their chests- ones you were positive you didn’t leave.

A wide smile spreads across your face as you kick off your jeans frantically. You don’t bother removing your shirt, simply hopping on the bed and making your way to your favorite spot.

“I see you two had some fun while I was gone~” you tease, crawling on the bed and sprawling yourself on top of both of them. Mostly on Thanos chest, and leaned up against Nam-Gyu, you’re holding your head up and looking between both of them, feigning a look of suspicion.

They both chuckle, Nam-Gyu is reaching out to cradle the back of your head and pull you towards him. His lips place a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, “You took too long to get home, we couldn’t help it. He started it” Nam-Gyu says pointing to Thanos.

“You lying fuck! I did not!” Thanos laughs, reaching over you to try his best to slap Nam-Gyu’s ass, though with the position the best he could get is his hip.

Pulling back a bit, you look up at Nam-Gyu and pout, “Ugh! and you didn’t record it to send me pictures or videos?! Lame!” You tease, flopping back down and placing your head in the spot between their shoulders. You then turn towards Thanos, your head still facing down into the pillows of the bed.

Seeing a fresh bite mark on his shoulder your mind is flooded with visuals of what they may have been doing while you were gone. Was Nam-Gyu riding Thanos? Maybe falling forward and biting down on his shoulder much like you did when it was too much??

The thought made your mind begin to fill with static.

“Hey, sweetheart..” Nam-Gyu coos leaning over you, caging you into Thanos. You can feel his nose begin to run along the column of your neck, “I asked you a question.”

“Huh?” You say, eyes wide as you look away from the bite mark, up to Thanos, then to your side trying to see Nam-Gyu- realizing you haven’t even been listening. The sound of both their laughs mix together in such a sweet harmony you’re smiling wide once more.

“What you say? ‘M sorry…i was a little distracted..” you say, biting your lip and running one hand along the expanse of Thanos torso, fingertips dancing along the muscles that ripple in reaction to your touch. Mind once again running wild with flashing imagery of what must have occurred before you got home.

“Yeah, i know~ we’re fucking irresistible.” Thanos chides, exaggerating his words with a sassy lil’ head tilt. One of his hands reaching over to pat your ass a couple times. You roll your eyes, letting out an equally dramatic groan that dies out quickly into laughter. “‘Gyu asked you if you even looked in the bathroom.”

Nam-Gyu’s hand slides around your waist, running up your side, palm splayed out across your ribs and using his placement to pull you further back into him. “Too busy with your head in the fucking gutter you didn’t even see what we did.” You can hear the wicked grin that’s etched across his face when he speaks.

“What y’all did?” You say lifting your chest up off of Thanos and turning your head back to look at then open door of the bathroom conveniently connected to your room. The lights are off but you can see multiple orange flickers of light. And now that you actually pay attention, you can smell soap and candles.

You don’t respond to either of them, you simply pull yourself off the bed and in turn the two of them and make your way over to the bathroom. The second you cross the threshold into the bathroom your smile is widening even more.

A hot bath, filled to the top with bubbles, a rolled joint and a drink sat on the edge of the tub and multiple candles danced and created swirling and thrumming shadows that created a mesmerizing show plastered on the walls.

“Awh! You guys!!” You say, leaning back out the bathroom and cooing at your boyfriends. “You two are literally the best….” You say, voice drawn off into a breathless squeak, still in awe that you were graced with such amazing men you could call yours. I mean one was lucky enough, but having two of them?!? That’s a different breed of luck.

“Take a bath, relax some, then you can have us in whatever way you like, princess.” Thanos says from his point laid out on the bed, Nam-Gyu now tucked into his side. You didn’t address it then, but you were more than certain no matter how hard you tried- you would not be in control tonight.

You smile, your heart feels like it’s vibrating, it’s such a simple yet sweet display of attraction. Mundane, and maybe ‘easy’ in execution, but it is exactly what you needed after a long day. Yet part of you feels a bit guilty, you’ve been gone for so long and working so hard it’s almost weird to relax- you shouldn’t relax when there’s so many chores to do!

You must have stood still for far too long because you soon feel two sets of hands gently push you further into the bathroom. “C’monnn” Thanos playfully groans, large hands running up your sides and bunching your shirt up your stomach, “Time for you to unwind.”

Your shirt is pulled over your head, obscuring your vision from the way Nam-Gyu drops to his knees in front of you pressing gentle kisses to your lower stomach as he unbuttons your pants and shimmies them down your legs.

Your vision comes back, your shirt discarded into a corner of the bathroom. Standing bare in front of the both of them, your eyes lock with Nam-Gyu’s as he stands back up. “Always so fuckin’ stubborn, the laundry is already going, I forced Thanos to do the dishes, and we got groceries so I can cook dinner.”

Nam-Gyu rambles off every possible chore you could have thought of that you needed to do before relaxing. He’s placing his hand on your lower back, pushing you to the bathtub, “The waters gonna get cold if you don’t get in.” He scolds, though you know there’s no real mirth behind it.

With Nam-Gyu guiding you, holding your hand so you can keep your balance, you step over the edge of the of the tub. Thanos appears on the other side of you, taking the pre-rolled joint from the side of the tub and beginning to light it. When your feet hit the water and you begin to smell the acrid smoke, you remember something again and move instantly to step out of the tub, mouth open to say your excuse.

Thanos steps in front of you and blocks you from leaving the “and I already picked up from the plug- so we don’t need to do that either, sexy.” Thanos says, blowing the flame out that burns the joint. The cherry glows red and he takes a small hit, passing it over to you.

Really having all your bases covered now, you’re sitting down in the bath and letting out an involuntary sigh when the hot water surrounds you. “Fuck…” you breathe out, head tipping backwards as you bring the joint to your lips, inhaling a hit and smiling wide. “You two are literally the best.”

“We know.” They say in tandem, their voices blending together. “Now take it easy, smoke some, let me know if ya want another, we’ll be out there waiting for you.” Thanos says, a hand coming to brush back your hair.

You smile blissfully, eyes fluttering shut and lips wrapping around the blunt once more. Each passing second in the warm bath that was prepared by your two boyfriends guides you further away from the stress of mundane work life and into the warm hands of the flowery substance that smokes out the bathroom.

Not sure how long you’ve been in the tub, the waters gotten to be room temperature and the joint is snuffed out in the small ashtray on the edge of the bathtub before you were even thinking about getting out of the tub. Rolling your shoulders back and straightening out your spine, you’re making the valiant effort to get out of the comfort of the tub.

You’re wrapping a towel around your body and working to dry off. It’s hard, standing wet and cold in the bathroom when you’re already missing the all encompassing warmth of the bath. As upset that you were that your bath has come to an end, you feel ten times better. With a yawn and a final stretch, you’re turning on your heels to meet your boyfriends back out in your bedroom.

You’re greeted by a scene that you could never, ever, get tired of. Thanos is sat cross legged on the floor, tongue peeking out of his lips as he concentrates on some video game level he’s been trying to beat for months.

Nam-Gyu is taunting your purple haired lover, laid down on the floor with his head situated in Thanos’s lap, curled up beside him as if being far from Thanos pained him.

“You’re still trying to beat that level?” You tease, taking a couple steps into the bedroom. You walk over to Thanos, running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly as you watch the TV. Thanos’s character dies yet again, having to start over the level the second you begin to watch.

“Oh, hey baby! How was your bath?-“ He quickly diverts his eyes from the screen, looking up at you like an excited puppy before whipping his head back to the screen. “Yes!!! I’m still trying to beat this level! ‘Gyu has already finished the fucking game and won’t tell me how it ends until I finish it so now I have to finish the game…but, I fucking can’t because this level is impossible!!”

“They wouldn’t put it in the game if it wasn’t possible.”

You laugh at Nam-Gyu’s comment, making your way to the bed. Lying with your stomach down on the mattress you’re leaning your chin on your palms and watching the TV with the utmost excitement, “C’mon I know you can do it! I wanna watch you play.” You say encouraging Thanos.

You think you watch Thanos restart the same level at least 15 times, every time he’s finding a new sentence of expletives to string together and another way to blame Nam-Gyu. From rigging the game, fucking with the console, or even accusing him of meeting with the developers of the game to fuck with him personally- Thanos is finding a way to link it back to Nam-Gyu.

Every time, Nam-Gyu is denying whatever accusation, his laughter getting louder as the assumptions get more profound. These are the times you adore, just them in their natural coexistence with each other. The one way the three of you work out was because they were so close- and anytime you got to see it, it was a genuine gift.

Your eyes are solely focused on the screen, Thanos had made it past the part he kept dying at! You’re cheering him on, practically gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw in anxiety for him!! Being certain he would have just given up or died again, you’re so very focused on the TV. So focused, you don’t even realize Nam-Gyu had moved from his spot on Thanos’s lap.

Wordlessly, Nam-Gyu is maneuvering himself off the floor and back onto the bed. You hear him move, your head turning to watch as he crawls on the bed, making his way to knee close behind you. You think nothing of it, you assume he’s just getting tired and wanting to get under the covers. You couldn’t be further from right.

Two cold hands run up your thighs, pushing up the towel as they go. Nam-Gyu positions himself behind you, grinning down in admiration- he could never get over the way you looked under his hands. Any part of you, your soft skin under his hands, his ringed fingers sinking into the flesh- he could never get enough of it.

You’re really naive, you assume he’s just touching you- innocently. It’s not unusual for either of them to just be touchy, wanting to hold you in anyway possible- but you also knew them, nothing was ever totally innocent in nature.

You look over your shoulder, chin propped up on your hand. “Whatchu doin?” You say in a sing-song voice, eyes meeting his dark ones almost instantly. Nam-Gyu shrugs and shakes his head dismissively, “Nothin…”. His hands land on their destination- your hips- quickly. The towel is bunched around your waist, ass and pussy now on display. “Don’t worry about me…keep watching him play.” He says tilting his head towards the TV. “Just lift your hips a bit for me, yeah?”

Biting your lip, you know what’s coming, how could you not?! Yet, even though you could practically tell the future- you knew what was going to happen- but it never got any less exciting.

You follow his command, arching your back and lifting your hips a bit, jutting your ass out. Large hands splay themselves on the globes of your ass, massaging and moving the flesh in every which way possible. He’s just admiring you, spreading you open so he can admire your precious pussy and then squeezing the fat of your ass, shaking his hands so he can watch the flesh jiggle and ripple.

It’s endearing in a way, he’s just feeling you, playing with you- admiring you like you’re a marble statue that was chiseled by the words most renowned artist. “Okay, weirdo, do what ya want.” You tease, turning back around to watch what Thanos was doing on the TV. Reaching down off the edge of the bed, you’re carding a hand through his purple hair and massaging his scalp.

“Who’s the weirdo now? Touching on me while you know I’m tryna focus.” Thanos says, his character in game pausing all movement as he tilts his head backwards, grinning up at you with a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh?? I’ll just stop right now n go to the living room if that’s how it’s gonna be!” You playfully retort, paying little mind to Nam-Gyu who’s still behind you, hands splayed on your ass.

“No you won’t, you love us too much.” Thanos said, grin widening, you can tell he’s almost daring you to try it, to see what happens if you leave the room now and disturb the peace you three have found yourself in. Ever the brat you were, Thanos’ attempts at challenging you only serve to make you want to do it more.

“Oh really? When I have I ever been the one to not try the two of you- oh!”

Your body jolts, becoming rigid. Your mouth falls open, a mix of a squeak and a moan falls from your lips and your eyes are fluttering shut. Cutting you off, Nam-Gyu waste no time in licking a long, fat stripe up your cunt. He’s parting your labias with his tongue, swiping it around your entrance before pulling back.

“Gunna leave now?” Nam-Gyu asks with a laugh, lifting his head up to catch your eyes when you look back to him. His lips and chin are already shining with a thin layer of the wetness that flows out of your pussy.

“I uh…well no, not now..” you laugh breathlessly, admitting defeat easily when you push back your hips searching for more of that delicious feeling Nam-Gyu’s tongue is sure to give.

“Mmm ‘s what I thought.” Thanos says, grin impossibly wide as he turns around to face you. He’s addicted to the way your eyebrows upturn and you bite your lip when Nam-Gyu’s mouth is back on you, it’s so cute. “So easy…” he mocks, reaching up to brush his knuckles against your cheek. The motion so soft and sweet, a sick contrast from his degrading words “Minds all changed just from one of us eatin’ your pretty pussy, hm?” Thanos muses.

You hate how well they know you and how well they know each other, because as you work up a quick witted response, one that was most definitely going to be bratty- Nam-Gyu‘s tongue spears through your labias. Slow and laid flat, his tongue drags down the expanse of your cunt until he’s reaching your clit.

His tongue circles your the throbbing bud in feather light motions, enough for you to feel it but it’s far from enough. You need more. “Nnnhhgh- fuck.” You groan out, pushing your hips back against Nam-Gyu’s face. His tongue readily accepts you, licking the entirety of your pussy before honing in on your clit. Ever so eager, Nam-Gyu is sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it.

Pulling away with a sickening pop, Nam-Gyu is scoffing, “She’s fuckin’ cryin’ already…” and he’s clearly not talking about you. His lips brush against your puffy folds with every syllable, letting you feel the downright sadistic grin etched into his lips.

Thanos gives you a disapproving look, “such a dirty girl…” he tsks, his eyes diverting from yours to look at Nam-Gyu. The shorter males face is covered in your slick, coating his lips and chin in a shiny covering of the most delectable honey, “He hasn’t even been doing much and you’ve already made a fucking mess of his face?”

Thanos eyes seem to light up, the fact that just being around them could make you so turned on, it boost his ego in ways he could never replicate. Dropping one of his hands from your face, he’s grabbing at the thick outline of his hardening cock over his boxers. “I bet you’re fuckin’ creaming all over his tongue, huh?” He coos, but it’s far from soothing- it’s so mocking it makes you pout- eyebrows upturning further and bottom lip jutting out.

Thanos laughs, kissing his teeth, “aht-“ he hisses, almost like he’s scolding a dog who was about to get in a bag of chips, “you’re a big girl, none of that fuckin’ pouting bullshit alright.” It comes out in a low purr, corner of his lips upturned to let you know that despite his words not seeming like it, he loves your cute little pout- especially when it’s formed from him teasing you.

His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, pulling it down and pressing the pad of his thumb to the pink flesh. Nam-Gyu makes your whole body jolt forward, nearly bumping into Thanos when Nam-Gyu’s lips latch onto your throbbing clit and giving it a lonnngg and slow suck. A wet slurping sound takes over the room, almost bubbling against his lips as he consumes your slippery cunt.

“Oh-hoooo, sooo fuckin’ messy.” Thanos says in a breathless laugh. He watches as your eyes roll back and flutter closed, lips dropping into an ‘o’ and a creaky, wrecked moan is ripped through your throat. “Ohhh look at that, see~ that face is so much better.”

You’re pushing back against Nam-Gyu, grinding helplessly as he licks at your cunt. He’s unashamedly messy, using his hands to spread you further apart and bury himself nose deep into your pussy. His grip is harsh, overriding your own grinding by dragging you nice n’ slow over his tongue. His grip leaves no room for noncompliance. “O-oh fuck, s-shit jus’ like thattt..”

The way he’s behind you, sucking, licking, swirling his tongue around your little hole is making your mouth fall open and fall slack. Nam-Gyu pulls moan after moan from your lips, smacking his lips against your pussy as if your arousal was a Michelin meal that was plated before him.

Your eyes snap open when Thanos grabs at your face again- he’s standing down you realize, towering over you and holding your head up to keep his gaze, “Open your mouth f’me.” He says, hand sliding over your cheek to the back of your neck, fisting the hair at your nape to hold you completely still.

Despite your best efforts to obey, Nam-Gyu is making you gush around his tongue, further dirtying his face with your wetness. You can’t open your mouth, you’re reduced to biting your lip and whining.

Thanos tilts his head and rolls his eyes, “Awh, you can do better than that. He’s just eatin’ your cunt, sweet thing, you can still listen to me.” His tone is one that demands compliance, only emphasized by his grip in your hair tightening.

You pry your eyes open, forcing your lips to part. “Mmhn- fu-fuc-“ you can’t even make a coherent sentence, it’s pathetic and both of them caught it. They’re laughing, echoing each other- the vibration from Nam-Gyu’s laugh only makes you gush more around his tongue.

Fucked stupid or not, your mouth is now hung open, and Thanos takes it. He’s leaning over you, holding your head still with one hand and the other hold your chin. He’s sucking his teeth and pursing his lips. A thick glob of spit trails down from his lips in a slow strand. It drops to your tongue in a hot, syrupy puddle.

Your lips are closing, tongue rolling in your mouth as you taste him. It’s so much, it’s so fucking good. They know exactly what you need and how you need it. Reduced to a heap on the bed you’re convulsing against Nam-Gyu. Every slurp, lick, suck, has you coating his face in even more of your thick arousal.

You don’t even realize Thanos has left his spot from in front of you. Nam-Gyu doesn’t either, he’s too busy being nose deep in your pussy, drinking down every bit of syrupy arousal that is granted to him. When he feels the bed sink with the weight of Thanos joining you two, he’s pulling away from your sloppy hole with a lewd pop!

“Decided to finally join us properly?” Nam-Gyu says, meeting Thanos’s gaze with a sultry look of his own. One of his ringed hands comes down on your ass in a harsh slap, prolonging the sting by gripping at the flesh and shaking his hand.

Thanos, eyes already focused on your spread cunt and ass jiggling with Nam-Gyu’s movement, bites his lip and groans dramatically, “Couldn’t let you get all the fun!” He says, more than excited. His wide eyes scan over your spread pussy, admiring how your hole clenches around nothing- eagerly awaiting anything they were to give you.

“Mmm, I suppose not..I’ll let you have a taste, I’m not greedy like her~”. Nam-Gyu coos, directed at your pussy, fingers tracing feather light touches along your cunt. Placing his hands on your hips, Nam-Gyu is maneuvering your limp body to lay with your back to the mattress. Both of them kneel over you, placing one hand each on one of your thighs, pushing your legs open so they have a front row view to your swollen and leaking pussy.

You assume that Thanos is gonna lean down, dive nose deep into your cunt to get the taste of you he wants so bad. With one hand on each of your thighs, their movements mirror each other- hands sliding inwards and caressing your inner thighs before their thumbs rub against the outermost part of your pussy, smearing your essence along your mound like some twisted finger painting.

But Thanos doesn’t lean down and give your clit the attention it so badly needs- no, he’s taking his free hand and grabbing the back of Nam-Gyu’s neck, pulling him forward so their lips can lock together in a wet and messy kiss. Thanos licks eagerly at Nam-Gyu’s lips, coating his tastebuds in the taste of his male counterpart and your sweet cunt.

You whine at the sight, your hips pushing against their hands to try and get more of the stimulation you need. They’re loud, unashamedly so, moaning into each other’s mouth as their tongues roll against each other.

Nam-Gyu moves next, with his hand that wasn’t on you he’s reaching between the two of them and grabbing a hold of Thanos’s hard cock. You get a front row view to the way Nam-Gyu’s hand squeezes around the thick outline of Thanos’s cock over the boxers that are now stained with a large wet spot. Another moan falls out of your mouth when you watch as Thanos begins to thrust into Nam-Gyu’s hand, deepening the kiss with a guttural moan.

It plays out in front of you like your own personal home porn video all while their thumbs brush up and down the sides of your cunt, circling your pulsing hole briefly before trailing back up to brush against your clit. It’s pathetic the way you can feel a thick glob of your arousal seep out of your cunt and fall down the valley of your ass. They’re hardly touching you!

You watch as it gets hotter and heavier, they’re panting into each other’s mouths. Thanos reaches out too, hand dipping below the waist band of the smaller males boxers. Your eyebrows upturn and you’re rutting harder against their fingers that tease your clit so lightly. The more than erotic view before you only makes it worse, you’re throbbing.

Nam-Gyu pulls away first, still connected to Thanos by a wet string of saliva and your own arousal. You want to be the one to speak first, to say something about how hot that was- but you can’t.

Nam-Gyu is looking back down to you, thumbing over your puffy cunt as he watches up squirm and whimper beneath him. “Such a dirty girl…” he muses with a grin. His thumb slides upwards, catching the hood of your clit and pulling it up. When your throbbing bud is revealed to the two males, throbbing and glistening with creamy wetness that sticks to your reddened folds.

Thanos is letting out a low whistle gawking at your spread cunt. “So pretty…” his thumb taps your clit once, twice, three times, to watch the thick white webs of your arousal that stick to his finger when he pulls his digit back. And even as they play, toy, with you, they’re stroking each other’s cocks- bucking up into the stimulation without any care.

“You’re so wet, baby, ‘s a little pathetic.” Thanos adds, dipping his thumb that was tracing your puffy labias into the tight ring of your entrance, watching how you cream around his finger- even if he’s barely sinking it into you. “Tight little thing, huh? Always is..” when he finishes speaking, his sinking his thumb the tiniest bit further into your heat only to pull it right back out- popping his finger in his mouth.

Nam-Gyu is shifting, releasing his hand from Thanos cock and laying stomach down on the mattress, adjusting himself quickly to be face to face with your cunt.

Nam-Gyu is shifting, releasing his hand from Thanos cock and laying stomach down on the mattress, adjusting himself quickly to be face to face with your cunt. “Mmhn…finger her properly will you? Wanna watch her squeeze ‘round your fingers.” He scolds Thanos, breath fanning over your cunt as he speaks, eyes already inspecting the way your tight hole practically sucks in the tip of Thanos’s thumb deeper into your cunt.

Thanos lets out a low growl of a chuckle and is joining Nam-Gyu, laying on the bed right next to his counterpart and leveling his face with your pussy. “So pretty…” Nam-Gyu mumbles, watching as Thanos switches out his thumb for two of his thick fingers. With how wet you are, they slip in so easily. You’re already creaming around his fingers, hips moving on their own to silently beg for more.

Nam-Gyu leans in, placing a soft kiss to your clit, “you’re always so fucking wet…all for us too..” he mumbles, lips dancing against your most sensitive flesh and his eyes looking up to meet your gaze, “y’always treat us so fucking well…I dunno how we got so lucky….” He’s rambling now, sweet words that make you whimper and flush. You’re rotating between fucking yourself down on Thanos’s fingers and lifting your hips up to grind your clit against Nam-Gyu’s lips.

Thanos curls his fingers, immediately finding the spot that makes liquid heat pool deep within your lower stomach. He knows you so well, he’s scissoring his fingers and stroking at that throbbing spongey spot that is making your hiccup out jumbled please of ‘more’ and ‘please!’.

Thanos’s grin widens, he’s upturning his eyebrows to match your expression, thrusting his fingers deep into you, “Ohhhh~” hes cooing, “That feel good?” He asks just as Nam-Gyu is leaning back, pulling the hood of your clit back to give both of them an obscene, wide open view of both of them ruin your cunt. You can’t do anything else but nod.

Nam-Gyu leans back in, placing a wet, hot kiss to your engorged clit. He’s sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue up the slick soaked bud. You’re throwing your head back, one of your hands anchors itself to his long black hair. “‘s it pretty baby, jus’ let us do what we do best.” Thanos says, fingers still working you open.

Nudging his shoulder against Nam-Gyu’s he’s squeezing in between your legs and licking along your inner thigh, “move the fuck over, I wanna eat too.” Nam-Gyu scoffs, reluctantly moving over, unlatching his lips from your sucked raw cunt.

They don’t give you a second to breathe, both of them are back on you. It’s a mess of tongues, lips, and your wetness. Their tongues run against your soaked cunt, allll the way down before meeting back up at your clit. In alternating patterns, their tongues flick against the throbbing bud, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm that has been drug out for so long.

“O-oh fuck, please! I wanna cum so bad.” You’re whining out, a hand on the back of their heads, pressing them into your cunt. They turn their heads slightly, their lips meeting in a lewd, straight up pornographic kiss. They’re both aggressive, lips interlocking over your clit, tongues licking at each other’s mouths greedily, your little bud only caught in the delectable cross fire.

“We’re not stopping ya…” Nam-Gyu huffs out, pulling away just the slightest bit, “Make a mess of our faces, pretty.”

“Plus we needa get you ready to take both of us, go on baby, cum for us.”

The knowledge that they would both be balls deep in your cunt in just a bit makes you gush more around them. Both of them work harder, Thanos’ fingers thrusting into you so hard it’s jolting your ass against his hand and moving you against the bed. Wet smacks and slurps fill your ears as both of them work expertly to eat you out until you’re seeing stars.

“Mmmf- F-fuck!! ‘M gonna cum!” You’re crying out, feeing the liquid heat bloom over your whole body. Your limbs are locking up and you’re gripping their hair so tight you’re sure you might have ripped a few strands loose. They take your words as encouragement, their tongues tangling once more, surrounding your clit in a wet, hot heat that sends you over the edge.

Jumbled, wanton, wrecked cries of their names rip through your lungs as you cum. You’re gushing against their faces, a stream of cum becoming a sprinkling mess as they lick and suck, you through it- dirtying their chins, Thanos hand, and the bedsheets underneath you.

They don’t let up until you’re pulling at their hair, “‘s too much! Ohmygod! Fuck, fuck!” Both of them unlatch their lips from you, staring down at your raw cunt with an insatiable lustrous look.

“There you go….” Thanos coos, pulling his fingers from your pussy. You’re whining and wiggling your hips at the fullness that was pulled away from you despite your overstimulation. “Look at that…” he adds, holing his fingers up and spreading them. Thick, creamy strands of your cum web between his fingers and coat him down to his wrist.

Pointing them towards Nam-Gyu, Nam-Gyu is sitting up with Thanos and dropping his mouth open. He takes Thanos’s fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, savoring every last bit of your taste he can get. Nam-Gyu looks towards Thanos, taking his fingers deeper in his mouth- never breaking eye contact.

“Oh fucking hell…” Thanos groans out, biting his lip and rubbing his fingers against Nam-Gyu’s tongue. Once more, you’re granted with a view that is ramping up the arousal they just fucked out of you. They are both painfully hard, cocks jumping against fabric as they have a moment with each other. “Yeah I need to cum, I can’t take it anymore.”

Nam-Gyu chuckles around the fingers and lolls his mouth open. “Hm..I bet you do, looks painful.” He teases, looking down towards Thanos’s cock. “You’re the one to fucking talk.” Thanos responds, reaching the fingers that were just in Nam-Gyu’s mouth down below his waist. He’s pressing against the wet spot that Nam-Gyu’s cock had made in his boxers.

You witness how Nam-Gyu’s cocky demeanor is crumbled as he whines and bucks up against Thanos’s hand, further proving the purple haired rappers point. You can’t even blame him, you’re much worse off than he is. Now coming back to reality, the fog of your orgasm dissipating from your mind, you’re whining out again, remembering Thanos words from before- they were getting your tight cunt ready to take both of them.

“Want both of you inside me.” You pout, lifting yourself up on your elbows to try and give your best demanding tone despite the way your breath still shudders. They look down at you like a piece of meat and they’re the pre adapted ready for slaughter.

“Can’t keep the princess waiting can we?” Thanos says reaching out to grip at the waist band of Nam-Gyu’s boxers. His cock springs free and is immediately bouncing up the second the elastic waistband snaps off of his hips. He’s thick, tip of his cock so red, and he’s leaking. You can see the mess of pre-cum that stains the dark hairs at the base of his cock, even more thick droplets emerging from his slit and dripping down the sides of his cock, following a thick vein that runs on the underside of his length.

Nam-Gyu hisses, wrapping his own hand around his length, seeking the stimulation he’s been needing for hours now. “I don’t think I can wait much longer either…” Nam-Gyu laughs breathlessly, looking back down to you, “could cum just from eating you out, i’m fucking leaking.”

You’re scooped up like you weigh nothing, Nam-Gyu pulling you off the bed and spinning you around. With your back flush against his chest, he’s falling back onto the bed. You feel the heat of his cock rest against your cunt, situating you perfectly so every slight adjustment had his thick-cock head rubbing against your clit. His hands are running up and down your sides, feeling every bit he can and caging you to him.

Thanos appears back in front of you, his boxers discarded somewhere in the room- you didn’t even see him take them off!! They move with such fluidity that it has your mind spinning and cunt fluttering against Nam-Gyu’s cock. Nam-Gyu’s hands slide under your thighs, pushing your legs up and holding them wiiide open.

“A-ah oh f-fuck…” it slips out of you before you can even realize, just looking down at both of their thick cocks resting against each other, prodding at your tight hole that would surely be ruined and stretched completely by both of them. Thanos laughs, grabbing the base of his cock and smacking it against your pussy with a lewd plap! plap! plap! That makes you jolt each time the heavy feeling of his cock-head hits your clit.

“Mmhm..’s a lot isn’t it?” Thanos reply’s mockingly, pressing a thumb to the top side of his shaft to pin it against your pussy completely. He thrusts shallows, dragging his length along your cunt and in turn, the tip of Nam-Gyu’s cock. The moan you intended to hold in comes out in a sound similar to a wail when the added sound of Nam-Gyu’s moans send you over the edge. He’s so close to your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder and nose buried against the crook of your neck, you can hear every hitch of his breath, every low grumble, every groan. It’s driving you insane.

“Mphf- f-fuck,” The male under you shutters out, bucking his hips up into Thanos thrusts, needing to feel more of him and you. “You can take it, you always do.” Nam-Gyu mutters, you can hear the way he’s clenching his teeth in the way he talks. He removes a hand from your thigh, grabbing at his cock and maneuvering the thick cock-head to probe at your pulsing hole.

“Need to be inside you so fuckin’ bad, wanna feel you squeezing the fuck outta my cock.” Nam-Gyu growls, canting his hips upwards to begin to press his cock into your heat. It’s a welcomed stretch, your cunt spearing itself open on his length and sucking him in greedily.

Thanos stares transfixed, watching how the more Nam-Gyu sinks into you, the more creamy, white arousal bubbles out of your cunt and soaks his cock. “There you go, pretty girl, thas it..” Thanos slurrs, thumb running along the sides of your swollen cunt, feeling the way you’re stretched open, “Take ‘em in nice and deep…he was such a good boy earlier he needs it.”

Both you and Nam-Gyu let our wrecked moans from the stimulation and the praise. It’s all so much! You’re hearing how Nam-Gyu growls as he skinks into you and whines when Thanos calls him a ‘good boy’. You’re feeling so full and it’s just Nam-Gyu, he’s bullying his cock so deep into you, molding your insides to his shape. And in front of you you’re blessed with the visual of Thanos jacking off his own cock above both of you smiling in that way. It’s crooked, sadistic even.

“Fuck! You’re so fuckin’ warm… tight as fuck… taking me so well.” Nam-Gyu chokes out in a jumbled mess, placing both hands back on the underside of your thighs and pushing in fully. Sheathed fully inside you, he begins thrusting shallowly, grinding his thickness into you.

Thanos places a hand on your lower stomach, feeling the way Nam-Gyu’s cock is already bulging against your stomach. You can’t decided where to look, where Thanos presses his hand thumb moving downwards to your clit, where Nam-Gyu’s cock rocks in and out of you, or watching Thanos stroke his own cock.

Thanos, realizing your odd dilemma chuckles, low and raspy, “What ever would you do without us?” His thumb pulls at the hood that shields your clit, revealing the pearl to him in all its throbbing glory, “without having both of us, You wouldn’t be able to satisfy this sloppy pussy, huh?”

Nam-Gyu lets out a breathless chuckle from below you and thrusts up into you particularly hard, your cunt making a loud squelch! with the force. You’re left a moaning mess, mouth hung open as you take everything given to you. “She’d be a mess…” his hands grip your thighs harder, “she needs two cocks to stretch her out…our pretty girl wants to be full. Isn’t that right?”

Nam-Gyu bites at the spot behind your ear, almost like a dog trying to mark his mate. Hips beginning to pick up pace, “she’s fucking squeezing like she’s gonna snap my dick off, she wants it bad~” He teases, “c’mon baby use your words. If I already fucked ya stupid how are you gonna take two cocks?”

You feel Thanos press into you the slightest bit more, beginning the dull throbbing stretch that you desired. “Yes! F-fuck please, both of you! I c-can take it!” You’re practically sobbing out, rolling your hips downward to try and get Thanos to slip inside you yourself.

He’s thumbing circles over your clit and leaning over you, the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt, right over where Nam-Gyu was. Before you can respond, although you’re positive the response wouldn’t have been more than a whine, he’s capturing your lips in a filthy kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue as his tongue moves against yours.

As he kisses you, swallowing any moan that Nam-Gyu pulls from you, he’s thrusting forward, the fat tip of his cock sliding into your cunt with a nasty pop! The second his tip is all the way inside you he has to sill himself, he was about to blow his load then and there. You’re so tight, it’s nearly constricting. He can feel the way his cock slides against Nam-Gyu’s- he can fucking feel every vein on Nam-Gyu’s dick.

You couldn’t speak. Your breath is stolen from your lungs and all you can do is let out a broken, wrecked sob. Your eyes are fluttering back into your head, your mind filling with static as you’re stuffed completely full.

When Thanos slides in fully, the sound of all three of your moans seem to harmonize. Both of them, balls deep inside you and making you feel so fucking full. It’s almost pathetic the way your cunt gushes around them, greedily sucking them deeper as if you weren’t already split open beyond capacity.

“Fuck, there you go, ‘s ittt…” Thanos draws out, grinding his hips to make sure you feel all of them. His hands replace Nam-Gyu’s on your thighs, practically bending you in on yourself. Nam-Gyu’s thrusts jolt, getting used to the extra stimulation of Thanos’s cock thrusting against his in your tight cunt.

Thanos leans back, tipping his head down to get a nice good look at your ruined cunt. “Oh-! Fuck ‘s so much.” You slur, mouth hung open and drool already pooling over your chin. Thanos groans, thumb coming to rub at your clit, coaxing more and more of your pretty little sounds out of you and your pussy.

Both of their cocks stretch you so obscenely wide it’s like some porno you’ve seen online. You swear you can feel them in your fucking throat. It’s so fucking much, but you take it, your pussy gushing and clenching around them, a silent plea for them to move, you need it!!

“It is, isn’t it? Having both inside your tight little cunt, I bet it feels so good.” Nam-Gyu chides, replying softly from under you, his hands moving to touch anywhere they can to only stop on your breasts. He’s squeezing and massaging the flesh before his fingers move to squeeze at your nipples, flicking the hardening buds to rock hard peaks- every brush of his fingers makes you convulse more against the two men. “I can feel you fucking making a mess of us…so fuckin’ sloppy.” When he speaks, his lips brush against your neck, plotting out his next spot to mark.

At he speaks, they pick up their thrusting. They’re devious with it. They’re pushing in and out of your wet heat in alternating patterns, giving you no time to breathe. It’s mind numbing, truly. So little, and you’re already fucked stupid.

“And she’s still going. Gushing everywhere. Mm, poor little thing, missed us…” Thanos replies back to Nam-Gyu, talking to him like you weren’t even sandwiched between them. Your whines and moans urge practically drown out their words. “Wanna feel her cum, ‘Gyu…y’think we can make her cum fast? I reallly wanna feel her choke my fuckin’ cock.

With their words and dizzying thrusts, you cannot respond. You’re fucked dumb so quickly, gaped around the both of them that you couldn’t form a coherent sentence if you tried. It would just come out as babbles and pleas for ‘more!’ And ‘uh-huh!’.

Nam-Gyu chuckles, stilling his thrusts for a second. He’s bringing his knees up and planting his feet on the mattress. One of his ringed hands comes up to splay itself on your lower neck, pressing down slightly on your collarbones. Thanos is leaning forward, placing his hands on the mattress, caging you in completely. He leans his face inches away from yours, nose tips brushing against each other.

“Come on pretty, give me what I want, yeah? Want you to squirt all over our dicks, make even more of a mess for us.”

You’re nodding dumbly, jolting against Nam-Gyu with every froward thrust. They both pick up speed, jackhammering their cocks into you in a brutal pace that has you seeing stars. They can feel how your walls tighten, you never can last long like this- not with both of them inside you.

“O-oh fuck! ‘M so close!” Your own voice embarrasses you, it’s wrecked and creaky. Your face as become with with tears you didn’t even know you were crying, your lips are wet with your drool, and the two cocks bullying their way inside you had you swearing you could taste their precum allll the way up on your tongue.

“Good fuckin’ girl- oh fuck- show us just how much you like this.” Thanos rasps, his own voice becoming broken. As much as he tries to keep the dominant, unaffected, facade he always has- the feeling of Nam-Gyu’s cock sliding against the underside of his is driving him insane.

Every other side of his cock is surrounded in the vice like grip that is your cunt, it’s a maddening feeling. He’s fucked stupid at this point just like you were. All his mind is telling him to do is cum so fucking deep in your cunt that you’ll be feeling it for days.

Thanos breaks, he’s dropping most of his weight on you, leaning forward and brushing his nose along your pulse point. One of his hands braces itself on the pillows of the bed, the other is reaching behind you to cradle Nam-Gyu’s head, threading his fingers in black hair to try and anchor himself.

With Nam-Gyu’s chin hooked over one of your shoulders and Thanos leaned over you to bury his face in the crook of your neck on the opposite side- their moans are right next to your ear. They’re whispering expletives, groaning and growling, moaning your name- it’s driving you over the edge so so quick.

One of Nam-Gyu’s wandering hands drops to your clit, fingers rubbing messily against the throbbing bundle of nerves. He’s groaning louder into your ear when he feels how gaped you are on their cocks, puffy lips protruding outwards and sliding along the sides of their soaked cocks.

“Gotta cum with us, please, fuck, need to feel you squirt on my cock.” Nam-Gyu hisses, his teeth clenched as he hones in on angling his thrusts just right and rubbing your cute little clit in the way that he knows will have you cumming.

You’re tensing up and spasming around them, squeezing them both so tight their thrusts stutter. Both of them let out echoing choked moans, their thrusts finding a sloppy rhythm again that’s harder, faster, gliding against your g-spot and pounding your cervix. Quickly your orgasm comes crashing over you, lighting up your body and stealing your breath away.

“Fuck!!!!! ‘M cumming! D-don’t stop! Fuckfuckfuck!” You’re practically sobbing out, tears clumping your lashes together and wetting your cheeks when they roll back into your head.

They fuck you through it- they always do. It’s so nasty the way you can hear your orgasm gush out of you, wetting the sheets and both of them in the clear liquid.

“There you go! Fuck yes, you just keep going.” Nam-Gyu huffs from below you, fingers working rapidly against your clit, making even more of a mess of all three of you. “Gonna cum so deep in your tight little cunt you’re gonna take it alllll.” He’s hissing, pistoning his hips into your quivering mess of a hole.

Thanos seems just as turned on by Nam-Gyu’s words as you are. The thought of Nam-Gyu’s cum mixing with his own, them fucking it deeper into your pussy, his mixing with it- it drives him mad.

“Hnngh- fuck!” Thanos rasps, hips driving so flush with yours that he’s folding you like a pretzel and pressing balls deep inside you and cumming ropes. You can feel each thick gooey strand coat your cunt, deep inside, only adding to the complete and utter fullness.

Nam-Gyu doesn’t last long after that, he’s moaning out mixes of curses, praises, and both of your names. His hand removes itself from your clit and he’s wrapping his arms completely around your waist. He’s whimpering ‘thank you’s’ and whimpers that you wish you could get on recording. He’s cumming just as hard as Thanos, coating you in his load that just keeps coming. It’s so much that it’s not spilling out of you.

Reduced to a boneless heap on top of Nam-Gyu, you’re whimpering and shaking. Every shallow thrust they make, fucking their mess of cum back into you- overstimulating both you and them- you can hear the sticky, gooey sounds of the mess that spills out of you, dirtying all of your thighs.

“H-hah fuck- please- it’s, oh fuck, it’s too much.” You whine, your pussy spasming wildly, every soft grind has Thanos’s pelvis grinding against your clit- it’s mind numbing.

“E-easy, baby…” Thanos says, running his nose along your neck, placing gentle kisses in its wake, “l-let us stay like this f-for a bit.” He doesn’t want to leave the warmth and constricting vice that is your cunt. He wants to keep feeling Nam-Gyu pressed against him in the most erotic way.

Nam-Gyu is following suit, placing open mouthed kisses on your shoulder as he tightens his grip on your waist, “you’re so warm…” he mumbles, “you c-can take it, y’always do…”

So of course, you’re stuck sandwiched between them for over an hour, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Listening to the sounds of their breaths and the dull throb that remains with both of them inside you is so oddly comforting you’re exhaling a big breath, closing your eyes and lolling your head to the side, your forehead pressing against Thanos’s.

“Ahh nope!” Thanos says tiredly, pulling himself up and sighing, “No falling asleep yet.” He knew you too well, a minute more like this would knock you out into a deep sleep. “we gotta get you back in the bath and clean you up. Sheets need to be changed too.”

“Fuckin’ soaked everything.” Nam-Gyu says, loosening his grip on you and dropping his hands to the bed, arms at his side, “oh wow..” he says shocked, “yeah you fucking soaked the sheets- we have to get up and change them.” He laughs, proud of the mess you made.

Bottom lip jutted out you’re peeling your eyes open and whining, “I’m so tired…I don’t want to move.”

“Mhm…I know.” Thanos says, a pout on his face much like your own, genuinely empathetic. I mean…you just took both of them the way you did?! Yeah, it would be weird if you wanted to get up and move. He leans back down, placing a slow, lazy kiss on your lips. “Get up now f’us and….” He pauses to think of a way to bribe you.

“We’ll do the dishes and laundry for a week without you asking.” Nam-Gyu finishes, tapping your hip. Your eyebrows raise, quite enjoying the proposition. “What?! Man, I didn’t agree to that one.” Thanos whines, pulling back from you suddenly.

“Sold!” You say with a wide smile. So with the assistance of both of them, they’re pulling out of you slowly and assisting you to the bathroom. As Thanos begins to run you your second bath of the night, Nam-Gyu guides you to the vanity in front of the mirror. He holds you up with one arm around your waist, the other reaches out grabbing the hair brush on the counter.

So there you stood- still in the aftermath of being fucked stupid- being doted upon by your boyfriends. Nam-Gyu brushing the many knots out of your hair and Thanos beginning to roll a small joint just for you. You could definitely get used to this. Thankfully they’re all yours!!

I’m sorry this one is a lil long winded I just got so into writing it!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed, it’s been a hot ass minute since I did a thangyu smut fic!

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