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Stuck in the Middle — Chapter 3 — Both

Co-written with a friend who isn't on tumblr. Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader x Tom “Iceman” Kazansky Summary: The one where Maverick’s sister is on a mission to give her brother a heart attack by sleeping with not one, but two of his colleagues. Word Count: 6400 Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, threesome, creampie(s) Chapter: 3/3 Read Previous Minors DNI

Pete returned home some hours later to find you in a very… festive scarf. Unfortunately for Goose, who had opted to stay with you until Pete arrived, it had done little to hide the hickeys littering your neck. That had been an interesting night.

Little did any of you know that hickeys, unseasonal scarves, and the Iceman would be the least of your worries in the coming days.

A hop gone wrong had you and Carole scrambling to get to the hospital.

They were alive, but it had been a close thing.

Pete was released that same day after a thorough evaluation. Goose was still unconscious. As tears leaked from his eyes, you knew that your brother was blaming himself, but there was little he could’ve done to avoid flying through Ice’s jetwash — Viper had stopped by the hospital to say as much.

You spent one, then two days in the hospital. Classes continued — fly long enough and it happens, they said, but Pete wasn’t ready to go up again. Not without Goose. And on the third day, like a miracle, Goose’s eyes blinked open. “Holy shit.” His voice was scratchy from disuse.

Carole sat upright at his side. “Nick?”

“Mav, where’s my camera?” Goose croaked, ignoring his wife. “There’s an angel by my bed. The guys ‘ll never believe it if I don’t take a picture.” When a nurse entered the room, relieved tears were tracking down a laughing Carole’s face, Bradley smiling in his Uncle Mav’s arms.

On the fourth day, Goose encouraged Pete to return to class because “You can’t let Ice and that big oaf run away with our trophy. They’ll never let us live it down.” Pete had reluctantly agreed when Goose gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll do great.”

Pete smiled. “Thanks, dear.”

So the summer continued: hot days spent on the tarmac and by Goose’s side. And then, graduation was just a day away. Goose, unfortunately, wouldn’t be able to attend, but he had enough points to graduate, and Pete planned on going for both of them. You, Pete knew, would be in the audience, and there lay his current predicament:

Iceman.

Well, more accurately: Slider. After he’d returned home from his date with Charlie, Pete got an eyeful of hickeys and Goose’s side of the story. Namely, everything had been fine until Kerner opened his big mouth and burrowed beneath Goose’s skin so that Ice could steal you away.

If Pete had any hopes of keeping you and Ice separated after the commencement ceremony, he needed Slider.

* * *

Classes wrap and Slider is cleaning out his locker when he becomes acutely aware that he's one of two people left in the room. And even though Mitchell's back is to him, years of training and locker room antics mean that Slider knows when he's being watched. But the silence grows long and goes stale to the point that he's almost convinced that Maverick isn't going to say anything — which is a surprise because Maverick always has something to say.

"Kerner."

There it is.

"Mitchell."

"Congrats on the trophy." It must be killing Maverick to say it, and Slider smiles because, yeah, the trophy is his. It feels fucking good. But that's not what Maverick stuck around to say. It isn’t what he’s after.

Slider doesn’t want to drag this out longer than it has to be, so he gets to the point. "What do you want?"

The question hangs while Maverick takes a second to think before speaking — and isn’t that a scary thought? — when he finally spits out: “I have a proposition for you.”

"I don't swing that way."

"What? No." And Maverick spins to shoot Slider a dirty look. "I want your help keeping Ice away from my sister. At graduation."

"Why me?" The million-dollar question, though Maverick doesn't realize it.

"If you're helping me, you aren't helping him," Maverick says like it should be obvious. And, okay, yeah, that’s fair.

"What makes you so sure I'll help you?" Slider can’t tamp down the Cheshire grin at the way Maverick squirms. But besides being his pilot, Ice is his friend, and… well, they aren’t putting labels on whatever this thing is with Mitchell’s sister. "Besides, I think he's earned a little celebration." Hadn't they both? From the look on Maverick’s face, Slider would say his answer is ‘no.’

"I can pay you."

“No, you can’t.” Because even if Mav did have money, which Slider’s sure he doesn’t, his price would be too high. The trophy and a fuck? Pete Mitchell would have to be the richest man alive.

“I heard the guys say you got yourself a girl.” It’s a reach at best, but it shocks Slider into silence. Briefly, he wonders if someone had, in fact, seen the two of you in or on his car. But if that were the case, he doubts Maverick would be talking with him now. “She coming to the ceremony?” Maverick tries as Slider collects himself, trying to come off cool and collected like Ice always manages to.

“She hasn’t decided yet.” A lie. You’ll be there. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Hadn’t let Maverick and Goose come to Fightertown without you in the first place.

Maverick smiles as if he’s got an idea. An in. “If you help me out,” he says, “you can borrow my bike.”

“Why would I—”

“Ladies love it,” Maverick insists, and Slider ignores him in favor of clearing out his locker. “Even you’d look good on a bike, Kerner,” Maverick tries again. “Everyone does.”

“Hey.”

“Think about it,” Maverick’s voice drops as he sets the scene. “She’s clinging to you as you speed down the road. Wind in your hair. Her arms wrapped around your waist. Tight body pressed all up against your back. And the adrenaline rush—” Mav’s eyebrows raise as if he’s remembering something fondly or really trying to sell the idea “—makes for amazing sex.”

Slider can’t help the smug grin that overtakes him — ice-cold, no mistakes was never his schtick. “Is that right?”

Mav’s smiling too, his head nodding lightly like they’re on the same wavelength. And maybe they are because Slider’s thinking about it. “Mind-blowing.”

Well, if Mav insists. “Alright.”

“So you’ll do it?” Maverick seems almost surprised that it’s worked. Like he hadn’t imagined Slider was, in fact, a man who could be reasoned with.

“Yeah,” Slider confirms, zipping up his bag and knocking his locker shut one last time. “Don’t make me regret this.” He wouldn’t.

* * *

“Gentlemen,” Viper says from the podium with a proud smile. “You came here the best of the best. We made you better.” You sit near the front of the audience, smiling and clapping with everyone else as the speeches finish, and the Top Gun trophy is presented to Lt. Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Lt. Ron “Slider” Kerner. The new nameplate shines brighter than the others, but maybe you’re biased.

As soon as you can, you’re up from your seat. You go to Pete first; give him a hug and a heartfelt congratulations. Then, when he’s distracted by another graduate asking after Goose, you slip away. You’ve successfully snuck up on Ice’s six and are seconds from giving him a congratulatory kiss when Slider moves to intercept. Time freezes for a moment, and you’re worried that Slider intends to kiss you in front of this crowd — Top Gun trophy still in the hands of the man most of his class knows you to be with. When the moment passes, however, that worry twists into deep-seated confusion.

Ice frowns. “What gives?” Because he’s never known Slider to be a cock-block.

“I’ve got orders.”

“From?” And you can see Pete smirking into his drink as Ice all but demands an answer.

“Mitchell.” You and Ice look at Slider as if he’s grown a second head. “With Mother Goose still in the hospital, he needed some help keeping the Iceman away from his baby sister.”

“And you accepted?” Ice’s jaw clenches.

“Deal’s a deal.” Ice scowls, the look wholly out of place considering the trophy still in his grasp.

“What did he offer you?” you can’t help but ask.

“Not important.” Somehow you doubt that.

The rest of the graduation party is… well, not what you’d expected or hoped for. For one, you’re still there. Every time you try to get close to Ice, either Slider or Pete gets in your way. And this is worse than Pete and Goose because Slider is intimately aware of all your evasion maneuvers — he’d helped you come up with a good number of them.

You’re positive you’re going to scream when Viper swoops in with actual orders. Jester hands envelopes to Ice, Slider, Hollywood, and Wolfman. And Pete.

Before anyone can stop you, you wrap Ice in a hug. You throw your arms around Slider next, then Pete, who can’t be mad when you’re squeezing him like this might be the last time you get to. The “be safe” you whisper into his ear means more after Goose’s accident, but you don’t have time to talk about it before they’re all whisked away.

* * *

Maverick doesn’t want to give Slider his bike when they return to Fightertown. Says he’d barely had to work for it since they’d left the graduation party early.

“A deal’s a deal, Mav,” Slider says, but it’s gentler than it would’ve been a week ago. Mav and Ice are wingmen now, so Slider’s trying to be nice. Not too nice. Not I’ll-stop-fucking-your-sister nice — and Slider supposes that’s the one that counts the most — but nice-nice.

It’s a start.

You’d received no fewer than three phone calls, so you’re not surprised to hear the motorcycle roll up to the curb. What does surprise you is Slider at your door with Pete’s keys in his hand.

“Come on,” he says as he gathers you in his arms until you can feel the solid ba-dum of his heart on your cheek. “We’re going for a ride.”

It feels strange climbing onto Pete’s Kawasaki behind Slider, but as the engine roars to life and you wrap your arms around his middle, you’re confident you’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Slider pulls over at a roadside diner. Ice is already inside, fingers drumming against a table in the corner and Academy ring glinting in the sun when Slider holds the door open for you. He beams when he sees you and makes room beside him at the booth. It seems only fitting to sit beside him since you’d been clinging to Slider moments ago.

The three of you catch up over food and a shared milkshake. Ice and Slider tell you what they can about the mission: the tight bunks, the awful food, the budding friendship with your brother. In exchange, you give them the latest on Goose’s progress in physical therapy. It’ll be a long road to recovery, but if anyone can do it, you know it’s Goose.

When you’re ready to leave, Slider wants to take you out for a spin — after all, he’s been assured that the ladies dig a man on a bike, and he wants to test that theory.

Slider would rather swallow glass or wait in line at the DMV than admit it out loud, but Mav’s right. The warm press of you along his back, small hands clutching at his waist as the engine hums between your thighs, is something else. Ice isn’t thrilled to see him climb onto the bike with you, both sans helmet, and insists on trailing behind the bike in case something goes wrong. It won’t, but whatever makes Ice feel better, Slider supposes.

And although his tailing had started as a protective compulsion, Ice quite likes the way you look wrapped around Slider — your hair a wind-tousled mess and jacket snapping in the wind.

It’s purely coincidence when you spot Charlie’s Porsche at a stoplight; its top down and a familiar head of cropped black-brown hair behind the wheel. At first, Pete offers Slider a cheeky grin, a friendly wave, and then — out of curiosity, you’re sure — his eyes slide to the back of his bike. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face, frozen when Pete’s eyes lock on you and almost bug out of his head, his smile dropping and face ashen with sudden realization. Slider’s laughter reverberates through your chest. The light chooses that moment to turn green, and Slider takes off.

Over your shoulder, Ice honks when Pete refuses to move, a smug smile on his lips as he zips after you.

When you return to Ice and Slider’s place, you rest your cheek in the space between Slider’s shoulder blades, your own shoulders shaking as your mirth bubbles over, and soon you’re shaking from the rush of it all.

Cat’s definitely out of the bag now.

Once the door is open, Slider gets to work. By the time Ice walks in, Slider already has your back against the wall, lips taking yours in a bruising kiss as adrenaline courses through your veins. His big hands slide beneath your shirt to cup you over your bra. Damn Mav, but he’s right. And, as your fingers catch in his shirt-back and pull him closer, Slider has zero intentions of letting you go anytime soon. Not when he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Definitely not when each slide of his tongue over yours teases cute noises from the back of your throat.

Ice must be thinking something similar because he’s quick to join you. His fingers find yours tangled in Slider’s shirt to help you lift it until the RIO has to break your kiss to take the offending garment off. It’s a mistake that Ice takes full advantage of, stealing your lips in a kiss of his own.

Hands resting on your hips, Ice guides you around until he’s the one leaning against the wall. He’d wrap an arm around your waist to tug you closer, but Slider is already plastering himself to your back, so Ice settles for a deep kiss and revels in the wanton noise it earns him.

Without the sweet distraction of a kiss, Slider works your jacket down your arms and into a heap on the floor. He takes your hands in his and leads one into his hair; the other he guides down until it’s slipping under the loose hem of Ice’s shirt. Ice jolts at the skin-to-skin contact and your answering moan gets lost between the slick slide of lips and tongues. Your teeth clack against Ice’s when Slider presses his hips into yours with a sinful grind that drags his cock against the swell of your ass as he finally sucks a mark into your neck — consequences be damned. But instead of pulling him away, the hand in Slider’s hair encourages him. You tilt your head to the side and re-slot your lips against Ice’s while giving Slider more room to work a deep bruise into smooth skin.

One of Ice’s hands cradles the back of your head, his lips working insistently against yours as your hand trails fire over his abs and up to his chest. Perfect teeth catch on your bottom lip and you break apart panting, but then Ice pulls you back for more greedy kisses. His other hand grabs one of your belt loops and uses it to pull your hips away from Slider’s so they’re flush with his own.

While Ice keeps your mouth occupied, Slider’s hands return to the thin material of your bra. He’s growing more impatient with each of your whimpers, the steady roll of Ice’s hips pushing your ass back against his erection which, to Slider’s exasperation, is still trapped uncomfortably beneath the rough denim of his pants. With a barely-there nip that erupts goosebumps across your shoulders, Slider rucks your shirt up until it’s bunched beneath your arm, but Ice refuses to stop kissing you — whether because he’s a greedy bastard or because he’s skeptical that Slider will steal your lips away the way Ice had was anyone’s guess.

The sharp rip of tearing fabric wrenches your lips from Ice faster than anything else Slider could’ve thought up, your nipples pebbling as cold air assaults your heated skin. “Hey!” you scold as the fabric falls limp to the floor.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Slider promises as he unhooks your bra with deft fingers and grabs your chin to pull you in, licking at your lips before taking them in another harsh kiss. You let yourself be turned from Ice to chase the feeling of Slider’s lips claiming yours. Behind you, Ice flings your bra to the side and hastily removes his own shirt.

Slider may be driving, what with the way he has both you and Ice trapped against the wall, but Ice is far from passive. The two join forces in an all-out assault on you from both sides. Hands bumping as they knead and tease and take you apart piece by delicious piece. Teeth scraping against your collarbone. Your nipples pebbling between calloused fingers. Chests heaving. Lips smacking. The sweet friction of denim dragging over denim as you all move together. Sighs, growls, and groans lost between teeth and tongues. The mixing taste of them on your tongue as they push and pull, give and take.

You shiver, moaning into Ice’s mouth as he plays with your tits. Not to be ignored, Slider shoves a hand down the front of your jeans, two fingers working deep into your dripping cunt. Then Slider’s fingers are gone, and before you can say something in protest, you squeal as he throws you over his shoulder. “Ron!” you giggle, another excited shout leaving you as one of Slider’s hands lands playfully on your ass and he turns to bite at your hip just above the line of your jeans as he moves the party to the bedroom.

Slider throws you onto the bed, and you bounce before settling tousled among the pillows. Your thighs fall open in a wanton display, and you crook a finger to reel Slider in until he’s licking a path from your open zipper and up to nibble at your jaw until he’s stretched over you. You moan at how he fits so snugly between your legs and his chest rubs against your own.

“How do you want to do this?” Ice asks, leaning against the doorframe, his arms flexing none-too-subtly when your eyes find him over Slider’s shoulder. He’s a sight to behold — cheeks a slight, breathless pink, arms crossed beneath his chest, belt buckle weighing down the open flap of his pants to reveal more smooth skin and the tented white of his briefs. You lose sight of him when Slider turns his head.

“You can take her mouth since you’ve been hogging it all night.” Slider kisses your cheek, his dark eyes on your as he crawls back down your body. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy for days.”

Ice crosses the room with unhurried steps, long fingers caressing your jaw. “Is that what you want?” he asks, thumb tracing your full bottom lip while Slider mouths at your hip bones. The RIO’s hands slowly pull your jeans and panties down to savor the moment. You bite your lip, briefly catching Ice’s thumb before he pulls it back. A flush of heat travels through you as Slider’s eyes meet your own and he presses a final kiss to your hip bones before he ventures lower.

When you nod, Ice pulls his cock free, eyes never leaving yours as he pumps himself lazily and kicks the rest of his clothes all the way off. Opposite him, Slider grips your leg behind the knee and raises it, revealing the diamond of your cunt. You keen, fingers threading through Slider’s hair and hips jerking as his tongue drags over your core. Lightly stubbled cheeks rub against your sensitive thighs and set them aflame as Slider’s eyes blow wide, his breath fanning over your clit before he gets to work.

Not to be forgotten, Ice’s fingers return to your jaw, light but with enough pressure to turn you back to him. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs as the bed dips to accommodate him. As he rubs the head across the seam of your lips, Slider pushes his tongue against your slick folds with a groan. You’re buzzing, jaw falling open with a sweet noise, and Ice gives into the temptation to tap his cock to your tongue before pulling back and smearing saliva and precum across your cheek.

Unprompted, you take the tip between your lips, tonguing at the slit to savor Ice’s taste before trying to work more of him into your mouth. Slider watches from between your thighs as Ice lets out a low groan, his hand falling into your hair as you work his cock in and out of your mouth. All the while, Slider’s tongue continues to fuck into you, a finger coming to rub spit and arousal into your clit until you’re trembling, hips seeking out the slick press. Slider slips a finger into you alongside his tongue, reveling in the way that Ice’s cock slips from between your lips as you unabashedly moan, thoroughly distracted from your current task.

Distantly, Slider thinks that the real surprise isn’t that Hollywood and Wolf had heard you; it’s that it took them so long.

Ice brings one of your hands up to fist around his cock, his eyes glued to Slider as he continues to wring more wanton cries from you.

Slider smacks his lips. “She tastes good.”

“Yeah?” Ice’s Adam’s apple bobs.

Slider takes another lick that’s purely for show, his chin covered in your juices. “Sweetest pussy there ever was.” Ice groans as he imagines it, cock twitching as he thrusts into your fist, and Slider ducks down to suck on your clit before he asks: “Want a taste?”

“Fuck yes.”

Slider stands back and practically rips his pants off while Ice takes his place between your thighs. Ice throws your legs over his shoulders before diving in and drinking his fill. He groans as the tang of your sex explodes across his tongue, your heels digging into his back. Slurps at your dripping cunt with a fervor that makes your back arch off the bed.

“Please,” you cry.

“What do you want, sweetheart,” Slider asks, suddenly at your side and taking one of your nipples into his hot mouth.

You whine, arching up into Slider and down against Ice’s face. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Well, when you ask so pretty.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Ice soothes. He scrambles up, already running the leaking tip of his cock through your spit-slick folds. “I’ll fuck you real good.”

Slider raises a brow. “Why do you get to fuck her first?”

“Because I’m here.”

For a moment, you’re worried they’re going to break into rock, paper, scissors. Slider looks ready to get up and do something about Ice taking advantage of his generosity — he’d said Ice could have your mouth, dammit. But before he does, or you can whine for someone to hurry up and fuck you already, Ice’s hand settles on the curve of your waist, and he pushes in. You groan. Slider drops back against the bed and rolls his eyes. He shouldn’t be surprised; Ice always gets what he wants.

As the jut of Ice’s hips settle against you, Slider takes your lips in another kiss, his hands kneading at your tits. It isn’t his first choice, but Slider can be content with this — swallowing your needy moans, tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue. Making up for the time he’s lost with your mouth to Ice’s greed.

Each rock of Ice’s hips causes your tits to jump the slightest bit within Slider’s large palms and against his tongue as he sucks on a perky bud and applies gentle pressure with his teeth. Before his lips find yours again, his hand trails up your chest and applies gentle pressure to your neck. You shiver, arching into the touch. Slider loves the dazed expression, the slack ‘o’ of your spit-glazed lips when you wear his hand like a necklace, and your eyes brim with rampant desire. He dives in to leave a mark just below your jaw, reveling in the way that you dig your nails into his hair and the way your head is thrown back, and the way you must be clenching around Ice from the strained “fuck” he hears coming from the foot of the bed.

Slider lets out his own punched-out “fuck” when your hand wraps around his cock and strokes. It’s uncoordinated with the way Ice is trying to take you apart and awkward due to the angle, but that’s more than fine. Slider needs something to take the edge off, and your touch is just that. He doesn’t want to finish in your hand. Not tonight.

You bring your lips to Slider’s and let him take the lead while Ice turns his attention to your legs. He lifts one up to his shoulder, and you hum into your kiss at the stretch. Progressively sloppier kisses are pressed from your ankle up your calf. Ice’s new angle has him sinking deeper into you, but he keeps his thrusts slow, the cadence so different from the one you’d had on the beach, but one that — if kept up — he knows will have your legs shaking, back arching, nails scratching. Especially if he keeps hitting that spot.

As it is, your cunt is clenching around him with each forward shove of his hips into yours. Squeezing around him as if to keep him inside of you. Milking him.

With a curse, Ice pulls out, and you break from Slider to whine at the sudden empty feeling. Ice gropes at your hip and offers it a pat before he’s encouraging you to roll over. As you move to accommodate the change in position, Slider grabs you, and you yelp as he manhandles you onto your knees.

“Hey,” Ice says.

Slider just turns you so you’re facing Ice and enters you with a harsh snap of his hips. “My turn.” You want to chastise them, tell them to play nice, but all that comes out is a pathetic mewl. Slider’s smile is haughty. “Still so tight even after Ice fucked you,” he groans as your walls suck him in. Your jaw falls slack, and a pleasured noise tumbles free into the night. When Slider has you screaming, one of his hands fists in your hair. “Come on,” he growls. “Open that pretty little mouth for Ice.” And you do, tongue lolling out over your bottom lip as you look up from beneath thick lashes.

Every time Slider’s hips crash into yours, you’re pushed further down Ice’s cock. Your taste is heavy on his skin, an intoxicating mixture of tang and his musk. Sweet. Salty. You suck more vigorously, hollowing your cheeks as your head swims. When Ice’s hips jerk forward and his cock tickles the back of your throat, you moan long and low. The vibration pulls a shiver from Ice, his fingers whispering across your flushed cheeks and attempting to card through your hair where Slider has it pulled tight.

When Slider nails your sweet spot, you pull off of Ice. “Ah, fuck!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Slider preens, releasing your hair to smack your ass. “Want you to let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” He holds your hips still and grinds torturously into you when you don’t comply.

“God, Ron,” you gasp. “Don’t stop!”

“That’s it, baby,” Slider says. You bite your lip self-consciously, wanting to keep your pleasure from the ears of any passersby.

Ice thumbs your lip free of your teeth. Rubs over the indents left behind until you let out another pathetic whine. “Don’t hold back,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. We want to hear you. Everyone already knows.”

Slider’s hips slam forward. “Now let them all know how good you feel.”

Ice catches you as your arms give out and lifts you up until you’re clutching his shoulders. You kiss him desperately as Slider picks up the pace, the clap of skin on skin filling the bedroom. Slider buries himself in your neck to leave another bruise as you cling to Ice. Your kisses are less lips and more teeth and tongues now, but you couldn’t care less. Ice’s palms caress your sides while Slider’s hands anchor themselves on your hips to pull you back against him with each increasingly desperate thrust. The kisses Ice gives you do little to shut you up at this point, to neither man’s disappointment. You’re stuck between them. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere you’d rather be when Ice’s hand leaves your side to play with your clit, delicately circles it as Slider continues to hammer into you.

In the end, that’s what does you in, your head thrown back against Slider’s shoulder as both men work together to take you apart.

Distantly, you’re aware of Slider’s grip tightening enough to bruise, the stutter of his hips, and the garbled curses as he presses tight between your quivering thighs and cums.

Gentle fingers turn your head to the side, and Slider captures your lips in a kiss. Simple. Passionate. His tongue rolls over yours as his hands smooth over your hip bones and down your thighs. He shakes as he soaks in the closeness, your highs still crashing through you.

He pulls you with him as he half lays back against the headboard, cum dribbling from your cunt as his spent cock slips free. You melt back against his broad chest and hum as you settle against him. Slider feels warm, and you still tingle everywhere he touches you.

The bed dips as Ice crawls forward until he’s knelt between your knees, his hands planted against the duvet on either side of Slider’s thighs. “You still up for round two?” Your pussy pulses at the thought, more of Slider’s cum trailing down the crack of your ass. Ice gathers the cum on his middle and ring finger and pushes it back into you with a wet squelch. You can’t help but clench around his long fingers, back arching when one of Slider’s hands presses flat against your lower abdomen and encourages more of his pearly essence to leak out around Ice’s fingers, both of them entranced by the sight.

“Words, baby,” Slider whispers breathless and sated against your ear. “You need him to fuck you?” Ice closes his eyes and groans, his cock twitching red and heavy where it leaks against your thigh. “Need Ice to fill up that pretty pussy?”

“She’s already so full.”

“I can take it.” Your legs circle Ice’s trim waist and drag him closer still. You feel hot as you imagine him spilling within you. Being so full of Ice and Slider both that you can’t possibly keep it all inside. “I want it.”

That’s all that Ice needs to hear. He wastes no time sinking into you right up to the hilt with a sinful groan. Trembles when you cry out, soft and exquisite, your eyes already blissed out but your cunt still so wet and needy, gripping him tight as if you were the one who hadn’t cum mere minutes ago.

Each rock drives you into Slider’s chest. Not to be left out, the RIO’s arms lazily snake around to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples, his lips subdued but no less sizzling as they skim over the marks he left on you earlier.

Ice leans close, his glacial eyes dark and blown wide, lids at half-mast. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and worries at it until you gasp, releasing it with a slick pop. “Tom.” It’s not a scream like earlier, more a frantic, heady pant, your voice rough as it washes over Ice in all the right ways. It tingles low in his spine and raises goosebumps along his arms until his shoulders bunch with the feeling.

You arch up, away from Slider’s chest but into fingers clamped over your nipples as Ice’s rhythm falters. The wet clapping of your sex is loud between your ears compared to the heavy sighs and the continuous squeak of old bed springs.

Ice gulps. “You’re so sensitive.” It’s true. Every touch feels like fire. Like straight electricity. Like pleasedon’tletgodon’tstop! and Ice’s dentist won’t be pleased with how he’s clenching his jaw. Drawing in ragged breaths and grinding his teeth to make this last even the slightest bit longer. But you’re right there with him.

Slider’s calloused fingers tap against your clit, and you’re gone. A silent scream passes your lips as you pull tight like a bow and release, and Ice snaps with you.

The three of you lie together in a pile of sweaty limbs. Cum and arousal leak thickly down your thigh and onto the bed. Despite the mess, none of you are willing to move. This is the most comfortable you’ve been in weeks. Floating somewhere high above the bed. Ice is your blanket, and Slider your pillow. At least for a couple blissful minutes.

“Alright,” Slider says, nudging none too gently at Ice’s shoulder, “get off. You’re heavy.”

Instead of telling Slider to go fuck himself, Ice rolls his shoulders and peels himself off of you. He marvels at the mess they’ve made between your legs, then moves to get off the bed and start the shower.

The shower, it turns out, is a waste.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

* * *

After breakfast, Ice helps you into his car and drives you to the hospital while Slider wheels Pete’s bike to his housing assignment just a couple doors down. Ice pulls the car to a smooth stop right in front of the visitor’s entrance. He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips, then leans up to place one on your forehead. You breathe him in — spearmint, sunscreen, aftershave.

“Will we see you tonight?” You shrug, resting your forehead against Ice’s shoulder as his hand gently massages the back of your neck. “I’m just a call away if you need me to pick you up.”

“I know,” you say, giving Ice a quick peck before opening the car door and stepping out.

As you get closer to your destination, you become increasingly aware that you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes and one of Slider’s definitely-too-big-for-you shirts. But that doesn’t stop you from slipping into Goose’s room with a knock.

“Look who decided to show up.” Pete’s arms are crossed over his chest, brows furrowed in his patent big brother scowl, but Carole is smiling where she sits at her husband’s bedside, Bradley sitting on his lap. When you don’t say anything, Pete continues: “You didn’t come home last night.”

Goose turns to you, wide-eyed and head bobbing, before falling back against his stacked pillows. They must have already given him his post-PT drugs. “Wait, where were you, then?” Pete glares at his best friend; it takes a minute for Goose's drug-addled mind to catch up. “Oh.” Goose covers Bradley’s ears, then loudly whispers to his wife, “She was having sex with The Iceman.”

“Thank you, Goose,” Pete bites in frustrated exasperation while Carole giggles.

“He wouldn’t have found out if she wore the scarf I bought her,” Goose insists before turning back to you. “Did you show Carole the scarf?” Back to his wife. “It’s a great scarf, hun.” Great was a relative term. He’d bought it from a 7-Eleven.

Carole nods, Goose dopily nodding along with her. “I bet it is.”

“Can we talk about literally anything else?” Pete asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Eventually, you’ll have to accept that this is a thing, Pete,” you say. It comes out strong, but internally you’re a quivering mess. You love your brother, but you can’t live your life for him; you have to live it for yourself.

Pete sighs. “I know, it’s just… a lot.” And... yeah.

“I know,” you say. Because it is a lot, and that’s okay. It can be a lot. You just need him to be okay with it. Okay with you.

“It’s just…” Pete shakes his head. “Kerner? Really? Ice, I get, but Slider?” Your cheeks heat, but you refuse to look away even if you’re sure the floor looks incredibly interesting right about now.

“Oh my god,” Goose gasps. “Carole?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Did you know she was sleeping with Slider, too?”

Carole grins, shaking her head. “No.”

“Mav.”

Pete sighs. “What, Goose?”

“Did you know—”

“I’m the one who just told you.” You can’t help but smile at your brother’s displeasure.

“So when we were keeping her away from Ice… was she just off with Slider?”

Pete’s head whips from Goose to you, and this time you give into temptation and study the floor. “Well, we Mitchells aren’t exactly known for our good decisions, are we?” you mumble. Pete can’t help but laugh at that.

“No, we’re not.” And with that, some of the tension bleeds out of the room.

Until Goose bolts upright, almost knocking Bradley from his lap. “We’re at a hospital.” Everyone gives Goose a confused look. He’s known he’s been at the hospital since he woke up — had the doctors switched up his meds? But Goose is staring intently at you now. “Do you need to take a pregnancy test? The nurses gave me this button that I can push to bring them in and– Mav, you okay?”

Pete does not look okay. His face is ashen, eyes wide but unseeing as he slowly slides down the hospital wall.

“Goose, dear,” Carole says with a hand on her husband’s arm as she watches Pete with a careful eye, “you can press the button now.”

“Ahh yisss,” Goose slurs, hugging Bradley close and spamming the nurse-call button.

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The Littlest Bradshaw | Over the Rainbow Series

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✧ synopsis: Dragon wants to know more about her late in-laws. The Bradshaws get the confirmation they were dreaming of

✧ word count: 1.6k

✧ warnings: pregnancy, IVF, medical jargon, PTSD, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of cannon character death

If there was one thing that Maverick hasn’t gotten used to, it was having an actual office. An air conditioned office, at that. But, now that he was the commanding officer of the Dagger Squad, it was only deemed fit that he had his own office in the building. However, Maverick could count on one hand the amount of times he had actually spent time in his office. He liked to spend his time in the air, or sitting in on classes and meetings. The office primarily served as a place to put his gym bag.

Dragon was looking over the various pictures and awards that Penny had hung up in the office (she knew that Maverick was pretty useless when it came to decorating). A smile graced her face as she came across a photo of a young Bradley, Carole and Goose Bradshaw. Bradley looked to be about a year old, sporting a couple of loose brown curls. Carole was beaming brightly as ever at the camera while Goose looked down at the loves of his life. Dragon’s hand absentmindedly went to her belly, rubbing her thumb over the material of her khaki dress uniform. She reached her other hand up and grabbed the photo off the bulletin board, bringing it closer to look at.

Maverick had just rounded the corner to his office, surprised that he even remembered the way to it. Dragon had asked to meet with him, which brought some shock to him. Usually Dragon just cornered him at the Hard Deck, or texted him if she had a question. Occasionally she would send Bradley after him if he didn’t answer back quick enough for her liking. But when Maverick turned to walk into his office, he came to halt. He took in the sight of the woman he considered his daughter-in-law, looking at one of his favorite pictures of the people he considered family.

“That was his first birthday,” Maverick said, making Dragon jump, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Dragon shook her head and set the photo back on the wall, “No, it’s okay. Sorry, for making you figure out where your office was again.”

Maverick laughed and sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of his desk, “I need a reminder every so often. What’s up? Why did you want to meet here?”

“How did Carole tell Goose she was pregnant with Bradley?”

“Well, uh. . .” Maverick tilted his head, trying to rack his mind for the memory that used to sit right at the front of his mind. But after losing both Carole and Goose, the memory was too painful, “She called me, I remember that. And honestly, it really scared the hell out of me. She was crying and my first instinct was to ask what the hell did Goose do,” Dragon laughed at that and Maverick cracked a smile, “But she said it was happy tears and asked me to come over. When I arrived she nearly tackled me in the doorway, jumping up and down and saying she was pregnant, that those two weeks on leave had worked, which I could’ve lived my life without knowing.”

“Like learning your parents are still banging,” Dragon jokes.

“Precisely,” Maverick added, “But, she went out and bought a quilt square, you know that one that sits on the rocking chair?” Dragon nodded, “It started with just one simple square, the teddy bear one that says ‘baby bradshaw’ on it. Carole got that square, and put the positive tests and the ultrasound picture in a box and gave it to Goose. And then he called me and sacred the shit out of me because he was crying.”

Dragon laughed, “God, I wish I could’ve met them.”

“I wish you could’ve met them too,” Maverick said solemnly, “I think they would’ve approved of you at first glance. . .even if you did bust Bradley’s balls for a while.” Dragon smirked as she remembered how hard she made Bradley chase after her, “Why do you ask about Carole and Goose? What’s going on?”

Dragon simply shook her head, “Nothing. I just,” Dragon took in a deep breath, “Think I’m going to be grounded for a while.” She looked up at Maverick and watched as the dots connected in his head. He stood up from his chair and wrapped Dragon in a hug.

He knew bits and pieces of what Dragon and Rooster were going through. He had been the one to help Rooster fix up the nursery after Ida’s birth. Maverick hated seeing Rooster in pain, knowing that he was probably the one person on this earth, who didn’t need anymore grief in his life.

“I’ll relay the message,” Maverick said, a smile on his face.

— — —

Dragon took a deep breath as she laid on the exam table waiting for Doctor Miller. Both fear and nervousness were taking over her body. Rooster was nervous too, but he did a better job at hiding it. The two of them had been here before, waiting for the doctor to come in and either give them good news or heartbreaking news. Dragon prayed that this wasn’t her body playing some cruel trick on her again. Even after getting the positive pregnancy test, Dragon continued to check her hCG levels, still seeing them rise. It brought her some peace of mind, but she knew that wasn’t out of the woods just yet.

She looked over at Rooster, whose head was leaned back against the wall as his foot tapped rapidly on the ground. Dragon wanted this for him too. She could remember when she found out about her fertility issues and told him that she would be okay if he left. Bradley had told her that he wanted kids, not right away, but eventually. It broke her to know that she might not be able to give him what she wanted. She wanted him to be able to carry on his family name for the next generation. She wanted him to feel the bliss that his parents had with him. She wanted for him to wake up and see a child that was a perfect mix of him and her.

Rooster had been amazing, going through a false pregnancy and two miscarriages. He was her rock when she needed him. He never left Dragon’s side, even when she would push and shove him away. He always made sure that she was physically okay, helping her through the pain, wiping away the tears and holding her hair back. But besides that, Rooster always made sure that Dragon was mentally okay. Nobody really ever talked about the emotional side of losing a child they didn’t even know they had, or never got to hold. Rooster did what he could, going to different support groups, talking to different therapists about how he could help his wife through something he couldn’t ever experience.

“I love you,” Dragon blurted and Rooster opened his eyes and smiled at her. He leaned forward, grabbing her hand in his.

“I love you too,” He smiled back, “What’s going on in that head?”

“I just really want this,” Dragon said softly and placed a hand on her stomach, “We’ve done everything right, and I just really want this to be our time.”

“I know,” Rooster said, running a thumb over the back of her hand, “We just gotta keep the faith,”

“Bradley, Grace,” Doctor Miller smiled as she walked through the door, “How are we doing?”

“Okay, I think,” Dragon said, shifting slightly, “I’ve been taking the vitamins you prescribed, taking my blood pressure daily, staying away from stressful situations.”

“All good things I like to hear,” Doctor Miller nodded, “How are you doing, Rooster?”

“Nervous,” He smiled, “I want to see my baby, or potential babies,”

Doctor Miller smiled, “Your labs look good, Dragon. I still want you to come in every two weeks right now. Once we get past the first trimester, we can move to every four weeks. I know it’s scary right now, but the chance of miscarriage drops weekly, you keep doing the right things and before you know it, you’ll have a healthy baby or potential babies in your arms.”

Rooster smiled and stood from his spot, standing over Dragon’s shoulder as Doctor Miller got everything ready for the ultrasound. He knew that she wanted this part, and he hated it for her. He hated that she was always put on display like this, having to spread her legs and be poked with needles.

“Alright, deep breath,” Doctor Miller said. Dragon closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as she felt the transducer enter her body. She grimaced and turned her head away from the monitor, burying her head into Bradley’s belly. He put his hand on her head, running it gently over her dark hair. He could feel the nerves rolling off her body.

“It’s okay,” Rooster whispered. He looked up at the screen, and his whole world seemed to freeze in place, “Honey, look.”

Dragon turned her head towards the screen, seeing a small blip on the screen. Tears filled her eyes as Doctor Miller clicked a couple buttons on the ultrasound machine. Rooster tucked his head down a bit, sniffling, as he looked back up at the screen. Dragon looked at him and smiled, squeezing his hand.

“I am only seeing one fetus,” Doctor Miller said, and pointed at the small blob, “Here is your baby.” Rooster placed a kiss on his wife’s forehead. “I think we can also. . .” Doctor Miller clicked a few more buttons and suddenly a loud whooshing filled the air.

Dragon let out a soft cry and closed her eyes. Rooster held her tightly, “Thank you, honey.” He kissed her temple. Dragon looked back over at the ultrasound screen and smiled at the littlest Bradshaw.

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winonaparadise · 7 months

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short story 💯

wrote a very quick story about a class i took in college. if you like my writing in my videos you may like this

Five years ago today I was clawing through state university. I had switched majors in an effort to come away with something more material from my college experience – but I was also trying to earn as many credits with as few courses to keep my schooling short and cheap.

I took a heavy weighted class in “media law.” A subject notoriously as intricate as it is absolutely fucking stupid. Anything you could learn, Disney will change tommorrow. The professor was an adjunct, splitting his time between the humble basement where boys with Pulp Fiction posters in their dorms fiddled with cameras and the actual law school where he was employed some miles down the road. I have never seen Pulp Fiction, but I’ve fiddled with enough cameras and enough of the boys who own them to have reviewed it twice. This is not a problem to me now.

Then I was stupid. Twenty. And basically friendless. I spent all my time trying to make something the same way the universe spent billions of years pouring hot soup into holes and hoping life would bubble out. I studied Japanese during quiet matches of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. I never got a win, and I never got an “A” in Japanese.

Weeks of school went by as I skimmed textbooks, got high, and thought about talking to literally anyone. Academic words danced around the edges of my brain like sand. I wrote essays on the same autopilot I write today. Feverish. Flowing. Fantasizing about what it would be like to go out with someone instead of texting a girl who now lived in Japan and making ramen noodles while listening for footsteps in a digital warzone.

I did all my work. I submitted it on something called “canvas” that the muscle memory in my fingers still types in search bars to this day. I never checked my grades. I knew they were bad.

Classes dragged me through the week on a bungee cord. I lived a block away from the bulk of them and found myself drifting in halls of buildings I’d never attended just to keep myself from meandering back home to draw a bad comic about a girl who lived in hell.

I knew nobody. I went nowhere. I struggled to do classwork alone on outdoor benches dreaming of someone speaking to me. I needed to live in hell instead.

My media law professor was late the weekend after our first term essays were due. I don’t know what mode of transportation he took to get from one school to the other but today the Carolina sun had drenched him sweaty. We were chilly waiting for him to begin.

“Just about every single one of you failed.” He spat and chugged coffee through the entire period. “While I first was grading I thought I was the one who failed.”

He didn’t let the moment of respite last. “But I also did something I’ve never done before.” He paced like my father did when a restaurant was closed early. “I gave out my first perfect score. Which prevents me from grading on a curve.”

He huffed, he assigned a new reading, and he rushed out like he had lit dynamite. “Do better!” “What an asshole.” The girl who sat next to me in every class spoke as if she had been holding her breath. “Fuck him and fuck whoever got that hundred.”

“I know right!” I launched in on her anger, feeling it too. Back and forth we complained. We walked off campus together. She had long blonde hair and towered over me. I had felt ugly and mousey next to her, but today I felt like her equal. It felt good to bitch.

“I got a fucking 50. What about you?”

“It wasn’t pretty.” I recalled how I stayed up the night before the assignment was due. I milked bullshit into a puree. I got a rush of adrenaline from killing someone with a shotgun through a door in an abandoned house on the outskirts of Pochinki. I was probably close to being expelled. “This class is too fucking hard,” she smoked and shook her head by a bus stop on Tate Street. “I’m not about to lose my freetime over it.”

“Right.” I imagined her at parties. Black silhouettes against colored lights and deafening music. Like The Social Network. “We should be partners for the next assignment,” she got out her phone and passed it to me for my number. I typed it in. I waved her off on the bus. We did the assignment together. We texted each other about our studies. We joked about finding the guy who got the perfect score and beating him senseless. I thought about talking to her about my art or what we were making in other classes, but never did.

Towards the end of the semester I had to plan the next. A whirlpool churned in my stomach as I clicked on “grades” on my campus’ online portal. I had an A+ in a single course.

Media Law.

My friend from class texted me that she was dreading the final. I texted her that if we failed I would kill Mr. Perfect Score. She texted “lol.”

She passed the course. I got my degree so I assume I did too. We stopped texting.

That professor emailed me asking me to take a course at the law school down the road. He said he would let me sit in and see if I wanted to change majors a third time. I never replied.

A law degree would just make Mr. Perfect Score a hundred times more punchable.

#short story #nonfiction #drugs cw

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Ooo yessss let’s go!!! Can I request a drabble for idol bf jungkook finding out his non idol but dancer gf is taking pole dancing classes and he goes to watch her for the first time and he is like mesmerized at how good she is? Thank youu 💜

sorry for the wait, sweet bean! there’s a wee bit of a departure in that she’s not in a class, per se, but she is practicing!

a/n: not smut, but definitely ✨sensual✨ because this photo has done something irreparable to my brain worms. also, i don’t know shit about fuck when it comes to pole dancing, so uhhhh, we’ll see how this goes 🤪

Lately, Jungkook’s favorite part of rehearsals is when they end. For whatever reason, he’s been incapable of keeping his head on straight these days; and the inspiration that used to power him seemingly left him, hung up to dry. It didn’t used to feel this vacant, moving to music he’d poured so much of himself into, but now his cup is empty. Now, Jungkook needs a muse.

Lucky for him, he hears Terpsichore’s sweet call from the practice space next to his, and shit does she sound like you.

This has to be a coincidence, he’s sure, because he can’t think of any reason to find you here tonight.

In a vacuum, your presence in this studio wouldn’t be a surprise — you had rehearsals of your own, classes to teach, and so on — but with how much time you spend under this roof as it is? There’s no reality Jungkook can imagine in which anyone would sacrifice an elusive night-off to this place.

But, then again, it’s you. Once that spark of creativity hits, you conduct it masterfully; and you don’t stop until there’s no power left to burn.

Too curious to stay and sweat on the hardwood floor, Jungkook groans as he clambers to his feet. He aches as he crosses to the door, even more so when he has to summon a single crumb of energy to push it open. Thankfully, he doesn’t have far to travel once he exits his practice room.

There are glass panels on either side of the door neighboring his. That glass fogs up when the heat of his body gets close, and he damn near has to press his nose to the glass to confirm his suspicion. Through the haze, his unprepared eyes land on you, talking to the camera you’re using to record for review purposes — and on the unfathomably high heels you’re slipping into.

Oh, shit.

When Jungkook woke up this morning, he didn’t think today would be his last. The sole consolation in dropping into his early grave would be in the last thing he sees: your hands gripping onto the bright silver pole in the center of the room; your exposed core muscles engaging as you take the weight of your body into your arms; and the subtle look of concentration on your face as you spin.

Pretty fuckin’ carousel, you are.

If Jungkook didn’t know exactly how much strength this sort of thing demanded, he would’ve accepted at face value just how easy you make it look. Apart from the dimple digging in at the corner of your pursed lips, there’s no proof at all that any of this requires effort. Not even when you fold damn near in half, not when your legs end up above your head, and not when the grip of your thighs takes over for that of your hands.

You’re dangling upside down — the world’s most stunning chandelier — when you see him losing his goddamn mind through the glass pane.

He panics for a moment; and it’s not due to being caught gawking or because there’s more than adoration throbbing on his side of the door. Before your surprise can drop you onto your head, your arms extend towards the floor until you’ve got both palms firmly rooted in hardwood. Within seconds, you’re back on your feet, still clutching the pole for balance from the top of your sky-high shoes.

“You could’ve come in and sat down,” you snicker. You lift your free hand to gesture over to a couch, which is shoved up against the far wall. Still smirking, you use that same hand to beckon him towards you with a curled finger.

As if he’d ever need prompted to run right to you.

This close, Jungkook sees the light sheen of sweat over your collarbones. He blinks fast in a feeble attempt to unscramble his brain. Finally rebooting, he leans in to kiss your flushed cheek.

“Didn’t know you’d be here,” he breathes, then he glances at the pole before rapping his knuckles against it softly, “Definitely didn’t know you’d be here doing this.”

“Got casted for that concert in May,” You hum as you bend down to untie those goddamn boots. “They need some girls on pole, so I’m turning myself into one.”

Jungkook reaches down and catches your chin, prompting you to stop fidgeting with your double-knot and blink up at him.

“Oh, I’m gonna have to stop you right there, pretty,” Jungkook tuts. Face darkening over his wolfish grin, he wraps his arms around your unsuspecting waist. In a second, you’re folded over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly; and he’s carrying you off towards the changing room. “Those shoes are staying on.”

It’d arrived much differently than Jungkook was anticipating, but he certainly felt inspired now.

#jade speaks #jade’s drabbles #jade’s requests #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jjk #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #anon #re: the one with jungkook and terpsichore

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gretavanbear · 11 months

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The Professor - Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

MDNI!!! 18+ !!!

warnings : smut (;

[a/n: hi people. i just wanted u to know i love u guys sm and i appreciate every like and comment and anon ask about this fic. it warms my heart knowing people enjoy reading my silly little story. anyways.. enjoy!]

SCREENING #5 : The Big Hearted Will Take the Bride

“Good morning, everyone!” Josh walked in with a big smile, waving at the students in his class. As he walked by your row of seats, his eyes fixated on yours, staring for a couple seconds before looking down at the steps in front of him. You bit back a smirk thinking about the way his bed sheets felt against your skin and wondered if he pushed back that thought as well.

“I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. I know I did” He chuckled.

He opened his notebook on the podium and checked his class notes for the day. You inspected the way his hair fell perfectly into place, his glasses sat on his nose and left little marks on it at the end of the day. He wore a gray button down with some dark pants today, with his usual brown vans. He looked cute, comfortable. But your mind wondered back to that night, the camera in his room...

“Today’s screening is The Big Hearted Will Take the Bride. This is an amazing film and I want us all to focus on the mise-en-scene for the scenes we’re going to be witnessing. Try to notice how they frame the characters, how their dances and scenery creates a portrayal of these people’s cultures. This film is pretty long and so if any of you feel the need to walk out and take a small break feel free to do so. Enjoy!” He spoke. His voice was so calming, and you wish he’d just talk to you instead of screening the movie, but you remembered you were here to learn and you wanted to be like him.

As the lights turned off, Josh sat diagonal to you, in front of you to your left. You watched as he turned his head back and shot you a soft smile before resting his head on his arm as the movie started playing.

***

You turned to face him as the sunrise illuminated his bedroom. His bedsheet draped over his thighs and stopped right under his v-line, which let you have a moment to see his tattoo. It was a small little half-moon with a music note in the middle of the little curve. You wondered what it represented as your pointer finger traced the little black lines.

“Good morning” Josh’s groggy morning voice caught your attention.

“Hi” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him. You rested your head on his stomach, facing him. His hand caressed your head and massaged it with his fingers in your hair which made you want to purr, his touch felt so warm.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked softly, his lips pink and pretty. You studied the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks when he blinked, the way his lips were always a little upturned, the little gap between his two front teeth.

“I slept okay, thank you. How did you sleep?” You returned the question, sitting up and caressing his stomach with your hand.

“Amazing. I always sleep better when there’s a pretty lady in my bed.” His answer made you blush, giggling to yourself quietly as you leaned in for a soft kiss. He returned it immediately, his hand still in your hair as the two of you kissed passionately.

You pulled away to catch your breath, looking down at him as he smiled softly. Your eyes watched the way his chest rose and descended, the way his skin looked so delicate and pretty under the sunlight which seeped through his big windows. You looked at the hair on his arms, the beauty marks on his shoulders, how every little detail about him was perfect and you were so entranced by his looks that you didn’t notice him playing with your hair.

You hummed as his fingers caressed your scalp, making you rest your head on his chest. Your fingers found his tattoo once again and traced it’s lines.

“Josh?” it felt weird to speak, you thought you were dreaming.

“Hm?” He spoke, his voice so gentle.

“What’s this mean?” Your fingers caressing the little mark on his lower stomach, the moon and little music note. You wondered if it was a meaningful tattoo to him, and why did he decide to get it.

“I got it with my brother when we graduated together.” He said. You turned your head to face him and he looked down at you, resting his head on his free arm.

“Are you close with him?” You asked, resting your head on your arm now, mirroring him. You watched his eyes light up as he prepared himself to answer, licking his lips.

“We are. He’s my best friend, my other half actually… He’s my identical twin.” He spoke with a smile. You smiled big as you learned more about Josh, he was so special.

“We studied education together. He’s a music professor now. Before heading off to university we’d always play in our garage with our younger brother Sammy and his best friend, Daniel. We always dreamed of becoming this huge famous band someday, but it never happened. I know Jake, my twin, always holds out the hope that it’ll happen but he understood my dream to teach.. As a deal we got those matching tattoos- to remind us that we’re still there for each other.” He explained.

“That’s beautiful.” You replied, placing your hand on his chest and resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ve seen him around campus, he’s always swinging by my office.” Josh chuckled.

***

“Professor Kiszka?” You spoke, knocking on the open door.

“Yeah?” He spoke, before looking up from his work and smiling at your presence. “Oh hello, you” he spoke, getting up and meeting you at the door, closing it behind you. “Need help with your homework, doll?” He asked with a smirk, holding your hand and bringing you to his desk.

“Yeah… I just.. Do nooot understand what you taught us today, professor.” You spoke with a small smirk as he sat you on his lap, his hand on your thigh.

“Hmm, what do you want to know exactly?” He spoke, his lips finding your neck softly, leaving small wet kisses on your warm skin. He spun you so you faced him, making it so you were straddling his lap, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs. “Tell me, what can I teach you?” He said softly as his hands made their way to the hem of your long sleeved shirt, his fingertips leaving goosebumps down your spine.

“I want you to teach me how to please you..” You whispered against his jawline as his hands made their way to your breasts- you had not worn a bra with the hopes that he’d notice. He did, he noticed quickly as his fingers found your nipples, teasing them a little while his lips found yours. He kissed you passionately as his cock grew harder in his pants- you could feel it through his pants which made you want him so badly.

“I know how you can please me.” He breathed out, pulling away so he can make eye contact. He looked down at the space between the two of you, then back up to meet your gaze slowly. “Get on your knees.” He ordered. You listened, getting under his desk and waiting for your next command. You watched the way his fingers snuck to his belt buckle, undoing it and removing it, unzipping his pants. Your eyes focused on the shape of his cock through his gray underwear- a little wet spot at the tip. He was so perfect, and you couldn’t stop yourself but you started salivating at the sight of him pulling it out. It was so beautiful under the sunlight, the shape was perfect, the way his veins traced it’s figure just made you want him even more.

You wrapped your hand around him, giving him a few strokes and watched his reaction. He gasped softly and his eyelids fluttered, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks as he felt you swipe your thumb over the tip, which made him buck his hips up, needing more. You kept eye contact as you kitten-licked the tip, slowly making your way around wrapping your lips completely over it, sucking softly.

“Fuck.. hmm, just like that, doll.” he sighed, his hand caressing your hair. You purred gently around his cock- slowly bobbing your head up and down on him as your hand stroked the bottom. You felt the need for his cum down your throat, you wanted to feel him all over- you needed him all over. His cheeks grew redder and redder by the second, his lips dark and a deep red from biting them. His hand pushed down your head slowly, almost as if he asked for permission which you gladly granted as you took him in deeper, faster.

“God… you’re so perfect.” He breathed out as he began thrusting his hips into your mouth, needing you deeper. “I’m close.. God.. take me, baby… show me how much you want it..” He breathed out, his thigh twitching. You could feel him pulsating in your mouth, practically down your throat at this point. You could feel him about to release- giving you what you’ve wanted for so long…

Interrupted by a knock. Fuck.

He gasped, his eyes growing big as he let go of your head, placing his hands on his desk. He looked at you for an answer, what the hell do I do? His eyes spoke as another knock interrupted his thoughts. You kept your mouth wrapped around him as he cleared his throat, his mind doing flips as the anticipation of who was at the door grew around the room, making his office feel tense. You didn’t want to stop, you needed him, the pool in your panties caused by him needed him, too.

“C’mon asshole, I know you’re in there.” The voice spoke through the wooden door. You saw the way Josh mouthed ‘fuck’ and looked down at you quickly, shooting you an apologetic look before clearing his throat once again.

“Yeah?” He spoke loudly. He rolled his chair closer to his desk, trying to keep you hidden, needing you all to himself, and also not wanting anyone to notice his whole cock in your mouth. You heard the door open loudly and you closed your eyes, his cock still pulsating in your mouth as you felt his breathing shift.

“Midterms are killing me.” The voice spoke, you heard the person sit down behind you, the chair facing Josh’s desk. You began bobbing your head up and down- which made Josh choke on his words for a split second.

“Yeah.. me too.. Now’s not really a good time, Jake. I-” He tried to cover up a groan with a cough as you swiped your tongue against his length, your hand finding his balls and massaging them a little. Being hidden under the desk like this was so sexy to you, being Josh’s dirty little secret- it fueled you, it made you want to be bad. “I have like thirty essays to grade by myself” Josh spoke. You felt grateful that his desk reached all the way to the floor, no one would be able to see you except him. You lowered your head until his head reached the back of your throat, massaging him a little heavier now. You saw the way his breathing became heavy and how his hand gripped the armrest on his chair.

“Hm, yeah you do look pretty.. Stressed I guess. Listen, come over for dinner- I’ll help you grade them.” The person spoke, which you assumed was Jake. That didn’t stop you, you needed Josh and you wanted to make him feel good no matter who was there. You swallowed around his tip which made Josh have a vocal reaction, which he tried covering up with a cough again.

“Yeah.. mhm good idea. See you later, Jake.” Josh spoke quickly and Jake chuckled and left the room, closing the door behind him. With the security of being alone with you, Josh backed up his chair with his eyebrows raised, a smirk on his face.

“You… you’re fucking naughty, edging me like that. Are you a nasty, dirty girl, hm?” He spoke, wrapping his fingers in your hair and pulling you up. “Are you my little cumslut? Hm? All that just so you can feel me all full inside you? Well I’ll show you full, sweet girl.” He groaned, pushing you over his desk and pulling your leggings and underwear down.

“Fucking soaked. Just how I expected.” He said, a smug expression in his tone. You could hear him lower his pants more, and then feel his warm tip rub against you, your juices coating him instantly. He pushed himself inside you slowly, pressing his body against yours, pressing you down on his desk. “Feel me now? Hm?” He groaned in your ear, his voice low and dominant.

“Feel how fucking hard you’ve made me, princess, let my cock show you how happy you made it.” He spoke before pulling away and placing his hands on your hips, thrusting his against yours at a fast pace. You knew he was close, and so were you- squeezing around him, showing him how much you needed his cum.

“Fuck.. ‘m gonna fill you up, god.. Baby, you did so good.. Such a good girl.” He breathed out, thrusting faster, pulling you over the edge with him as he crumbled over you, shuddering breaths against your neck as his cum coated your walls, his hands still on your hips squeezing them tight.

The room filled with the sounds of your heavy breaths as Josh pulled out slowly, sitting back down on his chair and grabbing a tissue- cleaning you up gently. He pulled up your leggings and underwear before fixing himself, sitting you down on his lap.

“Thank you. I really needed that.. I’ve been so stressed with homework today.” He sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Can we do something tonight? After my dinner..” He asked softly with a gentle smile, his brown eyes looking up at you as his hand caressed your hip gently, right over the spot where he was squeezing not long ago. You nodded shyly and looked down at him with a small smile.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he cooed, you nodded while his thumb caressed your face before leaning in and leaving a soft ‘bye’ kiss on your lips, before you got up and grabbed your schoolbag.

“See you later, professor.” You spoke, turning back to him before opening the door and walking out. You kept a smile on your face as you could still feel him leaking out, a part of him still with you.

“That’s an interesting way to get extra credit.” You heard before placing your earphone in your ear. You snapped your head back to be met with a brown eyed man. He had soft features, like Josh. The same nose, same heart shaped lips. This must be Jake.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded dryly, trying to hide your nervousness.

“Hmm, I was just in that room and he was alone. Yet I just saw you exit from the same door I did.” He said, a smirk on his face.

“I must've came in after you, then.” You replied, your heartbeat steady in your throat.

“I’ve been sitting out here on this bench reading through my notes waiting for Professor Kiszka to come out of his office, I would have seen you pass by.” He spoke. He was an attractive man, no wonder he was related to Josh. He wore a nice maroon suit, black shoes, his hair was long and wavy but kept clean and styled. He seemed really organized, much more than Josh.

“You must’ve just not seen me.. I tend to blend in with the background most of the time..” You spoke, hoping he’d drop it.

“Hm. Okay, then. Carry on.” He spoke, smiling softly with a smirk hidden behind the soft smile, his eyes looking back down at his notes as you quickly walked away.

Fuuuck. Did I just get caught?

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OMG MY TUMBLR KEEPS CRASHING WHILE IM TRYING TO TYPE THIS OUT RAAHHHH anyways, i saw this edit earlier of a re4r mod that like, adjusts the camera and so there’s this one clip where u can see leon just straight up manspreading and it was so hot HES SO HOT i just wna sit on his lap and cockwarm the shit outta him, you feel me?

and ofc this is gna turn into another thirst for stepbro leon bc why else wld i be here 🤭 i just imagine like, leon trying to study for college exams or smth and reader is laying on his bed, scrolling on her phone, bored out of her mind before suddenly feeling that familiar neediness springing up when she looks over at leon, sat at his desk, studying his books and notes, man spreading a lil in his chair and looking so studious, and asks, “leon..can you take a break? i need you” she says while pouting but only gets a, “no, sweetheart, i’m sorry, but finals are coming up” (this just reminded me that i have finals coming up too NOOOO💔💔💔) and ofc she’s whining and making somewhat of a fuss abt it but is just getting ignored by him which slightly annoys her before she tosses her phone aside and gets him, crawling under his arms and sitting in his lap. at this point, leon just lets her do it since she isn’t really doing much. right? WRONG. she starts to quietly whine in his ear, talking abt how much she needs him and it gets to the point that it’s annoying him that he eventually grabs her by her throat with a mean glare and a slight squeeze

“you wanna be a needy slut, huh? want my cock so bad?”

and she just nods eagerly, thinking she finally got her way as he pulls his pants down, pulls her shorts and panties down to just hang off her ankle before sliding his cock into her already soaking wet hole before cooing at her with mock sympathy, “there, happy?” but she’s just too cockdrunk to pick up on it as she nods and tries to move against him, but before she can even move so much as an inch, he’s holding her hips harshly and bruises are probably going to show up later

“you have my cock, now be a good girl and sit still, or you won’t get anything”

and she’s on the verge of crying out about how unfair he’s being before she sees the look in his eyes, as if daring her to disobey him before she meekly nods and tries her best to not move around as leon goes back to studying, thrusting up occasionally just to get a little reaction out of her before going completely still again

😵‍💫😵‍💫 brainrot, SORRY IF ITS NOT GOOD I AM NOT A WRITER😓😓 i was also having thoughts abt exec!leon fucking virgin!reader bc i can not get that one part of the fic outta my head..but that’s gna hv to wait for another time bc i hv a 5 page rough draft to write for my writing class tomorrow😀😀👍

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🪷 anon, never apologize for writing because you’re brain has beautiful thoughts 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 (and like a link to that mod vid—for scientific purposes of course 😌 😜 )

And you wanna know what’s insane?? I’m literally in the middle of writing a cockwarming fic for stepdad Leon 😱 so surprise I guess *jazz hands* 😜

But oof Stepbro Leon making her sit there while he studies for finals 🥴 🥴 I’m gonna have to take this and add it to my list (which is predominantly Stepbro Leon; he got everyone in a chokehold 🤤)

Haha no worries!! Thank you for sharing cause that’s so hot like it’s not even funny 🥵 🥵 and exec Leon is way more popular than I thought he’d be (very pleasantly surprised! 💜) and good luck with your rough draft!!! 💕

#🪷 anon #stepbro!leon s kennedy #stepcest #lipglossanswers #lipglossanon

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sinswithpleasure · 2 years

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Bucket List Interlude—Experiment Five Point Five

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I'm writing this for @co-reborn.

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[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

Hey Pervert.

I realise we missed one spot that night.

Meet me at the science labs.

If that's not enough for you, I guess this'll be enough.

(Photo)

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You slam your phone face down on the table, your eyes bugged, heart racing. The sound of your phone goes unnoticed under the loud noises of your classmates leaving the class though.

Nayeon just sent you another nude—her in formal wear, her blouse unbuttoned and spread open to show her beautiful tits, and a high-waisted skirt with a slit so high that showed her supple thighs, but she'd gone ahead and spread her legs open to show you her pussy, dripping with arousal. Nayeon is sat high on the lab workbench, her camera capturing the open windows with students just outside the lab, none the wiser about how indecent their Queen was just a few feet from them.

Another string of texts.

[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

I'll see you soon, Daddy

Can't wait to feel you fuck my pussy the way you always do

My naughty, slutty pussy needs your cock Daddy, come fuck me like the whore I am.

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The Science block is empty by the time you reach its corridors. You know exactly which lab Nayeon is in. You already have your backpack off before you step into the lab, and you throw it aside once you step into said lab. Nayeon turns around at the sound, and with three steps you aggressively pin Nayeon against the workbench, your lips crashing against hers in a deep torrid kiss. There is no time for any sort of foreplay—you're just as horny as she is after her display for you.

You violently pull at her tucked blouse after breaking the kiss. A hard yank pulls the cloth beneath her belt free, and with a swift motion, you almost tear her blouse open. The rhythmic popping of her buttons being undone in one swoop has Nayeon gasping, and with a shove, both Nayeon's blazer and blouse fall off her shoulders. Nayeon helps you to pull her upperwear off, then you pull at your own shirt and throw it on the floor on top of Nayeon's clothing. Both of you are now topless, and Nayeon pounces to pin you against the wall of the lab now, your lips crashing together in another deep kiss, her hands pulling your body flush against hers. You can feel how hard her nipples are against your skin, feel how desperately she wants you to fuck her in her kiss.

When Nayeon breaks the kiss, her fingers fumble with your belt. In her rush, her movements are fast and precise, and she looks up at you with so much lust and arousal that it even adds to your already overflowing lust.

"Hi Daddy, ready to fuck me until I scream? I didn't wear any underwear again today Daddy, and now I'm so horny for your cock."

Nayeon leaves your pants open, and then she pulls you over to the teacher's bench. She turns around to pull your cock out of its prison, and after a few cheeky strokes, she turns around and bends over as she pulls her skirt up to show you her dripping pussy. You kick your shoes aside, then throw your pants over your shoes. Nayeon kicks her shoes aside as well.

"I'm all yours to fuck, Daddy."

"Fuck yes you are."

You line yourself up with Nayeon's pussy, and one thrust has you filling the pussy you love. You swear that her hole's made just for you to fuck—in fact, it almost feels as if her pussy's moulded in the shape of your cock. Nayeon's so damned wet, so damned warm, and you take off, pounding the girl beneath you just the way you like, just the way she wants.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me Daddy, fuck me just like that! Fuck me like the whore I am for your cock!"

"Fuck!"

You spare no mercy for the girl beneath you. The hard claps of your hips against her ass can be heard outside by any student or member of staff walking by, and you aren't even hiding what you're doing—anyone with eyes could look in and find you railing Nayeon right at the teacher's bench. In fact, you wanted people to watch you rail her. You wanted to show them how much their Queen they idolized and revered was just a common cockslut, enslaved to the pleasure that sex gave her, the thrill of exhibiting herself, making a show of having her pussy fucked like a common whore. Nayeon was well on her way to helping you achieve that goal anyway—she's unable to hold back the unmistakable moans of pleasure as she braces herself against the bench with how hard you rail her pussy. Your hips slam against her asscheeks with every hard thrust that sends you hilting into your personal cocksheath. Pump after pump of your cock into Nayeon's body has her trembling and quaking where she stands, her head bowed, eyes closed as the pleasure washes over her in waves. No, you can't have her trying to hide herself. She wanted a fucking in public, and you're damn well going to make a show of it.

"Agh—FUCK!" Nayeon yelps when you grab a fistful of her hair and pull it back. You ensure to keep your strength in check—you don't want to hurt her after all—but you yank her head back nonetheless. With your mouth next to her ear, you rile her up even harder with dirty talk.

"What's this, Nayeon? Trying to hide your moans? You're the one who asked for a fucking, and you're trying to hide your moans? No, no, you don't get to! Go on, moan for Daddy, tell everyone who you belong to! Tell everyone whose cock owns you! Tell the whole school you're just a cockslut who loves getting fucked in public with Daddy's cock, that you're addicted to having your hole pumped full of Daddy's cum!"

"Fuck, fuck, yes! I'm yours, Daddy! I'm a slave for your cock! I'm a cockslut, your cockslut! I want to be fucked just like that, Daddy, fucked in public like the whore, the slut I am!"

"That's it, tell everyone! Admit it, admit that you're just a whore who loves being watched while being fucked like that! Tell everyone you're my whore!"

"I'm a whore, Daddy! I'm a whore who wants to be watched having sex, I want to be seen cumming all over your cock, Daddy, I want to be seen while being fucked by your cock, while I'm fucking your cock! I want them to see you cum in me, to see how much of a slut I am for Daddy's cum! Please, please Daddy, cum in your whore, show them all how much I deserve Daddy's cum! Show them all how Daddy cums into this cockslut! Show them how the Queen bends over for your cock!"

"Oh, SHIT!"

Nayeon's begging throws you over the edge. Cum explodes out of your cock into Nayeon's pussy as you fuck her throughout every spurt. It almost feels surreal, like you lose yourself to pleasure entirely. Everything sounds as if you're underwater—Nayeon's screams of pleasure, your animalistic grunts, the sound of squirt gushing out in between every thrust of your orgasming cock into Nayeon's cumming body. All you can feel is how tight Nayeon's orgasming pussy is, and how damned fucking good it feels to spear every shot of your thick cum deep into Im Nayeon's womb, how damned fucking amazing it feels to fuck Nayeon this wildly. Even as she bucks and convulses through her own orgasm, possessed by the pleasure, you grip her hips tight and pound her through your own, uncaring of how messy she is, how loud she is, how loud you are. You're consumed by your goal—to make a show of your sex with her, to show everyone how much you loved public sex with Im Nayeon, and how much their revered Queen was no different, just a mere slave to sexual pleasure that she sought out herself.

When both you and Nayeon fall silent, your orgasms finally ending, you slide out of her and fall back to the wall behind you for support. Nayeon grips the workbench hard, her shaky legs unable to support her weight after you had your way with her. Everything beneath her is covered in squirt—the cabinets, the floor, your legs, her legs, even the wall behind you isn't spared. Inevitably, her knees buckle, but you catch her and lower her to the ground for a much-needed seat and a rest.

Both you and Nayeon sit side by side, spent from the pure fucking both of you enjoyed. Both of you are dirty, covered in sweat and each other's cum, but you begin to giggle and Nayeon soon follows, before she pecks your cheek.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Fuck.

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wyattjohnston · 1 year

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daisy & birdie take miami - jack hughes | andrei svechnikov

series: we don't have no time to waste & starting at the end

word count: 1,345

note: this is such self-indulgent world building that idec that i’m shadowbanned and it won’t show up in the tags. i haven't finished birdie & svech's fic yet.

i made some insta edits at the bottom too :)

Daisy didn’t skip class very often—her degree was important to her and the effort she’d put in to get transferred to Columbia could not be wasted.

However.

She made exceptions for the All-Star Break because there weren’t many other times during the year where Jack was actually able to relax. Not that the All-Star Weekend resulted in much relaxing at all with a tight schedule and handlers making sure they stuck to it.

Daisy, though—Daisy got to enjoy herself.

She was enjoying the free alcohol that had been set up in a sectioned off area at the Resort for the players’ guests who hadn’t ventured out into Fort Lauderdale by themselves. Daisy had thought about taking herself around, but she was no stranger to Florida and it was easier to just drink where it was free. There was also the fact that she was only a quick walk away from the hotel room if she got antsy about the unfinished assignment waiting for.

It wasn’t even a big deal to be sitting by herself, alternating between scrolling through her phone and taking off-angle, long distance shots of the little rink or interview tables that had been set up.

“Can I sit here?”

Daisy lifted her head, already readily agreeing, and was a little shocked when she half-recognised the person standing in front of her.

It took a few moments for Daisy to realise that it was Birdie Jones—an Instagram model she followed, known for her bright, colour-blocked outfits with matching vibrant makeup. She looked completely different in jeans and a tank top.

Birdie relaxed into the free chair beside Daisy, immediately stretching out and craning her neck to see everybody in the area.

“Someone got married last year,” she said when she was looking back at Daisy. “I want someone else to do something insane this year.”

“I was the one who got married,” Daisy said, a shocked smile on her face. Nobody but Jack had brought it up and she fully expected it to just be something that had happened that wasn’t interesting enough for anyone to remember.

“It was you?” Birdie asked, her voice increasing in pitch considerably and she sat up straighter. “You’re my hero.”

“We’re not really married.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t matter. Someone had to; it was Vegas.”

“That’s what we thought!” Daisy said, slapping Birdie’s arm in excitement. “Some people didn’t find it very funny, but we’re young and dumb so I think we got a free pass.”

“Which one’s your husband?” Birdie asked, gesturing to the hockey players.

Daisy pointed to Jack in the crowd of players, staff and media, leaning in so she could make sure Birdie knew where she was pointing, “Jack, from the Devils.”

“Oh, nice, I’m with Andrei from the Hurricanes.”

“I know,” Daisy admitted. “I really like your Insta.”

“Oh my god! Thank you, that’s great and really nice of you, but, like, I have an idea and I need a friend who will be in the post with me. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, so we’ll need to do a quick run to some stores but I have an idea.”

“Me? In one of your posts? I would be honoured but—”

“No buts! Whatever you’re about to say and put yourself down is not true and I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious.”

Daisy stood up before Birdie did, the excitement of their afternoon already getting to her.

She hesitated only briefly before shooting Jack a text to let him know she was heading out, she knew that his phone hadn’t left his hand all day even as he sat in front of the media and that he was incapable of letting a notification go unchecked. That was a him problem, though, and part of her hoped that his reaction to seeing a text from her would be caught on camera.

Birdie had gone into the weekend with the intention of taking break from work. A lot of people would, and did, argue that taking photos and posting them to Instagram or making videos and posting them to TikTok didn’t constitute work but Birdie’s 3 Million Instagram followers had not appeared overnight.

There was one idea she wanted to do, though, far less formal and intensive than normal but otherwise much the same—Daisy was the final piece to that puzzle.

Birdie dragged Daisy through Fort Lauderdale, in and out of stores trying to find the perfect baby blue outfit to match the baby pink one she’d brought for herself.

“How did you and Svech—Andrei—meet?” Daisy asked as she pulled a face at a skirt Birdie was holding up. “Does it have to be a skirt?”

“Course not, we can find you something else.” Birdie hung the skirt back up and searched for the next baby blue item. “I met Drei through a friend of mine meeting a guy on the team. How did you meet Jack?”

“High school sweethearts; we’ve been together since junior year.”

Birdie’s smile was real, the sweetness of it all hitting her right in the heart. It was made all the sweeter by the lovestruck look on Daisy’s face. She hoped her own face looked like that when she spoke about Andrei.

They didn’t find anything that they both loved enough to make it onto Birdie’s feed, and wandered in and out of a few more stores—including a pit stop to get some mojitos because it was happy hour at the bar they passed.

“Do you know who Andrei is just from my Insta? Or are you into hockey?” Birdie asked, having clocked a few things Daisy said throughout the day as the latter but not being a hundred percent certain.

“I’m a Red Wings fan, born and raised. I was into hockey long before Jack came around—but the school I went to had quite a few of the US Development Team kids so I think I was doomed to love this stupid sport. Are you into it?”

Birdie laughed. “I love the Canes as, like, a little family, and that’s about it.”

Daisy agreed, at least, that it must be pretty bizarre to get thrown into the world of hockey if it wasn’t something you were interested in.

After a couple of mimosas, and a few texts from Andrei that moved from him being lonely in the hotel room to being less lonely at the hotel bar, the girls found the store that worked for them. The perfect colour caught Birdie’s eye as soon as she walked through the door, and she held up a pair of blue pants—that had a matching blazer—to Daisy who instantly agreed that it was perfect.

“This is so wild; I’m going to be in a Birdie Jones post. I know that you’re human, and I went through this exact thing with Elena Rubio where I like met her and was so uncool about it and now she comments on my Insta posts and it’s normal.”

Birdie snorted, loudly, “You did not just compare me to Elena Rubio.”

“I mean, like, you’re both famous or whatever and I’m a nobody college kid.”

“I’m not ‘famous or whatever’,” Birdie said as she rolled her eyes. Daisy protested.

They were back in the hotel lobby when Birdie said, “We’ll probably have to take the photo in the morning, I need Drei to take it but he’s out having fun somewhere.”

“No way! Like, I thought he was taking some of your photos but he’s like a full Instagram Boyfriend?”

“He’s pretty good, isn’t he?”

“Jack’s useless. I’m going to steal Svech for a little bit. Just a day or two, build up a backlog.”

“We should hang out in the summer or something—you don’t need Drei, you need me.”

There was some squealing, and some earnt glares from the older men in the lobby, before Birdie was catching Daisy who flew at her with an unexpected and excited hug. It was easy to be swept up in the excitement.

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sentimental-idiot25 · 10 months

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SSmonth day 12: Yearbook This also doubles as a requested high school AU prompt! SS: High School AU A few days before the start of Sakura's senior year in high school, excitement and anticipation filled the air. As the elected senior class president, Sakura played a vital role in organizing various student events. Driven by her ambition to make a positive impact and pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a doctor, she aimed to excel academically and secure admission to a reputable university.

One of the upcoming events was the student orientation, which Sakura and the student leadership group were in charge of organizing. Their school, Konohagakure High School, was renowned for its academic excellence and nurturing strong leadership qualities. Assembled from the brightest minds and hearts in the school, this young leadership group embarked on their preparations.

"Alright, everyone," Mr. Hatake announced, "You will be the first to have your photos taken for the yearbook and collect your school supplies. Make sure to finish before the first wave of students arrives. And remember, if you have any questions, reach out to me or Sakura. She'll be in the gymnasium at the yearbook section. As for me, I'll be in the leadership classroom, immersed in my book... so go to Sakura if you need anything!" The students chuckled at their teacher's remark, knowing he was only half-joking.

The students dispersed, and Sakura, being stationed at the yearbook section, was one of the last to have her photo taken. She sat down in the chair, and a student from the photography program asked if she was ready. "Yup!" she replied.

"Hey, Sakura!" Naruto called out. He was one of the captains of the sports teams on campus and was like a little brother to Sakura, though he had a knack for occasionally bothering her, as any little brother would.

As Sakura posed for the photo, Naruto's interruption caused her to become distracted. Annoyed, she looked at him. "Oops, sorry. I'll ask Mr. Hatake," Naruto said, walking off slowly, feeling guilty.

"Can I take another one, please, Sasuke?" Sakura asked the photographer.

Sasuke sighed, sounding exhausted even though the day had just begun. "It's supposed to be only one photo per person..."

"But I got distracted... please?" Sakura pleaded.

"Hn... fine," Sasuke reluctantly agreed. He walked behind the camera and took another photo of her.

"Can I see it?" Sakura asked excitedly.

"We usually don't show it to people..." Sasuke hesitated.

"Please? Come on, no one else is coming in for another couple of minutes," Sakura insisted.

Sasuke gestured for her to join him and view the photo, giving a slight nod of his head. Smiling, she rose from her seat and walked over to his side. As she leaned in to peer at the camera, she found herself in close proximity to him.

"Oh, I hate to do this..." she said timidly, "Can I fix my hair and take another photo?"

Sasuke cast his gaze downward, noting the significant height difference between them, as Sakura stood a head shorter than him. With a subtle nod, he responded, "Hn... go ahead and take a seat again." Sakura reached out and gently grasped his arm.

Her smile brightened as she expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Sasuke!"

A few meters away, the senior class secretary, Lee, approached Shikamaru, who was busy texting his girlfriend from a rival high school. "Hey, Shikamaru... who is that guy?" Lee asked, pointing toward the photographer.

Shikamaru, still focused on his phone, replied, "Oh, who?"

"Look up, and you'll see... the photographer!" Lee insisted.

Shikamaru glanced at the back of the photographer's head and instantly recognized him. "Oh, that's Sasuke Uchiha. He's the head of the visual arts program at school, specializing in photography," Shikamaru explained. He also noticed Sakura clinging to Sasuke's arm and teased, "Getting jealous, are you?"

Blushing, Lee tried to hide his embarrassment. "No, it's not like that! I was just wondering who he was because I've never seen him before."

"I think they live in the same neighborhood, along with Naruto," Shikamaru added.

"They've known each other their entire lives?" Lee wondered.

"I suppose... ah, damn, she's looking at us. She probably wants us to get back to work," Shikamaru said, leaving the gym to go to his assigned station. Lee lingered for a moment longer, trying to catch another glimpse of Sasuke and Sakura. Sasuke turned around, making direct eye contact with Lee, who immediately felt intimidated and hurried after Shikamaru.

Sasuke leaned over slightly to adjust the camera's focus, glancing at Sakura. "You certainly rule with an iron fist," he remarked, standing back and positioning himself beside the camera, his hand resting on the capture button.

"I'm just passionate about my job, that's all," Sakura playfully rolled her eyes.

Sasuke looked at the camera and then back at her. "Hey, Sakura," he said, amused, "look at the camera and not me for your photo."

Sakura's face reddened as she redirected her focus to the camera, flashing a picture-perfect smile for the yearbook. The flash went off, and Sasuke raised an eyebrow, smirking at her. "Wanna see it?" he asked.

Sakura smiled and scoffed, "You know me so well." She got up and looked at the photo, exclaiming, "That's the one!" with a wide smile.

While Sakura continued to admire the photo, Naruto reappeared, attempting to sneak up behind her. "Hey, Sakura! Did you get your perfect shot?" he teased, grinning mischievously.

Sakura turned around, catching Naruto in the act. "Oh, not you again, Naruto," she said, rolling her eyes. "But yes, I did. Thanks to Sasuke here. He agreed to take it one more time."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, Sasuke, you actually bent the rules for Sakura? You must like her more than you let on!" He laughed and playfully nudged Sasuke.

Sasuke's expression remained unchanged, but a faint blush appeared on Sakura's cheeks. "Naruto, stop teasing us. Sasuke was just being helpful, that's all."

As the other students began to enter the gymnasium, Sakura straightened up, adjusting her posture. "Well, we better get back to work, Naruto. We have a lot to prepare for the student orientation. And Sasuke, thanks again for the photo."

Sasuke nodded, his dark eyes meeting Sakura's with a subtle warmth. "No problem, Sakura. If you need any more help, you know where to find me."

Sakura and Sasuke remained near the yearbook photo area, occasionally exchanging lingering glances that Naruto had keenly noticed. As the day came to an end, Sakura felt exhausted. She headed towards the student parking lot and approached an expensive sleek black car.

"Well, you came out late," Sasuke remarked.

"Mr. Hatake and I were discussing our plans for the seniors this year... Plus, I've become the go-to person who's here first and leaves last," Sakura replied, sinking into her seat.

"So, does that mean I'll have to accompany you when you arrive and leave?" Sasuke teased.

Playfully smacking his arm, Sakura asked, "Is that an official offer, Sasuke?"

"It could be... What kind of boyfriend would I be otherwise?" Sasuke responded.

"True..." Sakura's tone turned lighthearted. "So, no one suspected?"

Sasuke inquired, "Surprised that no one did."

"I mean, they'll figure it out eventually, but that damn Naruto must've spilled the beans to some people, I assume," Sakura laughed.

Sasuke smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Well, he's not exactly discreet, is he? But let them speculate all they want. It's our business, after all."

Sakura glanced at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, it's kind of exciting, having a secret like this. It's like we're playing a game, hiding our feelings from everyone."

Chuckling, Sasuke acknowledged, "I suppose you're right. It does add a certain thrill. But it won't be a secret forever. Eventually, we'll have to let everyone know."

Agreeing, Sakura nodded, her smile widening. "I can't wait for that day. I want to see their surprised faces when they find out that the stoic Sasuke Uchiha is actually my boyfriend."

Sasuke's expression softened as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Sakura's ear. "And I can't wait to see your smile when they find out. It's a sight I never get tired of."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, reveling in the joy of their secret relationship. As the sun began to set, Sakura finally spoke up. "I should get going. My parents will start worrying if I'm too late."

Sasuke started the engine, backing the car out of the parking lot. As he turned his head to look behind him, he extended his arm around Sakura's seat. Pausing for a moment, he leaned in to kiss her before adjusting the car into drive. Together, they drove out of the parking lot and headed home.

#sentimental idiot25 #sakura #sasuke #naruto #high school au #sasusaku #pro sasusaku #ssmonth23 #yearbook prompt

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Yesssss post it pleaseee :)

Welpppp here it is under the cut, minors DNI as per usual, this is 18+

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The Forgotten Spaces | drabble (jjk)

☆warnings: drinking wine, mentions of smoking, one of laura's friends is a bitch, explicit content: fingering (mentions), jerking off

☆word count: 1.9k

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Saturday, August 13th

When Laura asked to hang out with her friends this weekend, Jungkook didn’t think it meant this: a nice restaurant outing with three other couples, all of them being people he doesn’t know. He didn’t expect he’d have to sit through an interrogation either. Laura’s best friend, Peyton, seems to think that there’s something fishy about him and, frankly, she’s starting to get on his nerves.

“So you tell me you’ve never noticed Laura before she texted you?” Peyton asks, one perfectly drawn eyebrow cocked.

Jungkook shoots a look to Laura, but she’s busy talking to the two other girls, while James, Peyton’s boyfriend is scrolling on his phone. The two other guys went for a smoke, and they have yet to return.

Now, Jungkook is an introvert. He loves parties, loves meeting new people, but only when he’s surrounded by the people that make him comfortable. Which, usually, means he tags along or forces Jimin to come with him wherever he goes. Needless to say, he feels far from at ease right now, and he’s already thinking about the game of Overwatch he’ll play when he’ll be back home.

Sooner than later, hopefully. Because he really needs to snipe a couple of heads at the moment.

“Well,” he says, and he gulps under Peyton’s inquisitive gaze. “I knew she was in my class, but we just never really talked before.”

“Why did you start talking then?”

Peyton is a bitch. She is. Jungkook hates her, hates the way she’s been watching his every move all night.

“She asked for help on her new camera because she knew I have the same model from a project we had last semester,” Jungkook explains, and he looks at Laura again, begging for salvation.

Laura ignores him, too busy with her current conversation.

“And what, four weeks later you’re a couple?” Peyton asks, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms on her chest. “You move fast.”

Jungkook is speechless. Speechless, as his treacherous little thoughts run back to the cottage. He clenches his jaw, looking down at the empty plate in front of him. A glass of wine is standing next to the plate, but he has yet to taste it. He figures now’s a good time as any, and he takes a long sip, letting the heavy robe of the red wine roll on his tongue before he swallows.

“Seems so,” he finally says. “It just worked well.”

“That’s great,” Peyton replies, and for the first time it doesn’t sound as aggressive. She lowers her tone, leaning towards him. “She really likes you, you know? She’s had a crush on you for like a year.”

Jungkook gulps, and he hides it behind another sip of wine. “Yeah?” he lets out when he’s put the glass next to the empty plate again. “What about it?”

“Do you not even care?” Peyton asks, and the venom is back.

“I mean, yes I do,” he quickly says. His gaze is a little widened when he looks at Laura this time, and she brushes a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. It makes her notice him looking, and their gazes connect for a few seconds before she turns back to her friend on her other side. “I do care,” he says more forcefully as he turns back towards Peyton.

“Leave the poor guy alone,” James tells Peyton as he turns off his phone and puts it face down on the table. “You’ve been harassing him.”

Peyton and James start bickering, and it finally brings the girl’s attention away from Jungkook, who breathes a sigh of relief as he slumps back in his chair.

Halfway through the meal, Laura talks to him for the first time since they’ve sat down. She asks if she can have some of his fries. He nods, because he hasn’t really been hungry, and she smiles brightly before grabbing one.

“Are you having fun?” she then asks, moving closer to him, cutting her friends out of the conversation. “I’ve noticed Peyton interrogating you earlier.”

His throat feels dry, and the sip of wine he takes only makes it worse. “Yeah, she was a little… intense.”

“She’s my best friend, she probably just wanted to do her best friend duties, you know?”

He does. And he could have done without it, or at least with some support from Laura. But he says nothing, just offers his girlfriend a small smile that has pink tinting her cheeks. She’s cute like this, and he feels himself relax a little.

“If you want, we can bail after dessert,” Laura proposes, and he doesn’t miss the way she suggestively looks down at him, a small smirk on her lips.

A smirk slowly moves on his own lips, even though he fully knows he’s not going to have sex with her tonight. Nothing stops him from teasing her though, right?

“Oh, can we now?” he flirts, leaning even closer to her. “You’ve got something in mind?”

“Well…” she trails off, and her gaze lights up with mischief. “Maybe.”

Her eyes are blue. Extremely pale, like the colour of the summer afternoon sky in the distance. They always shine a little, and he always finds it a little startling. They’re a little darker now, and he knows she’s horny.

“I’d like that,” he teases, and he brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, the same one that keeps falling in her eyes.

And that’s how Jungkook finds himself seated on the passenger seat of Laura’s car later on, as she drives back towards the house. He has no intention of inviting her in – he still craves that Overwatch game – but when she puts a hand on his thigh, he quickly grabs it and interlaces their fingers.

She whines, softly, and he lets out a chuckle.

“Something wrong?” he asks her.

“I want you, JK,” she answers, and it’s a lot more straightforward than she has ever been with him. She usually backs off when it comes to flirting or saying stuff like that, so Jungkook can help the tightening in his lower stomach.

He’s a man, and Laura is attractive. He’s bound to get horny by her saying she wants him, right?

“Do you?” he asks, and he puts her hand on the console between them before reaching for her thigh.

She’s wearing a skirt, and he lets his fingers trail up and up, teasing her. And when she parks on the side of the road, ten minutes away from home, he does finger her, feeling like he’s doing something incredibly wrong. He tries to convince himself that it’s because anyone can see them, and it works – a little.

She comes without sensing his unease, and when she tries to reach for him, he gently swats her hand away. “Not tonight,” he tells her. “I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

She throws him a gaze heavy with lust, but she says nothing, turning the engine of the car back on. As she drives, Jungkook cleans his hand with a tissue, and he ignores the glances she throws his way. She doesn’t say anything until they stop in front of his house, and the sigh she lets out almost make him feel guilty.

“Why don’t you want me to make you feel good?” she asks. “I really want you, JK.”

His heart constricts in his chest. “I know, sweetheart.” He hopes the pet name will throw her off, and it does.

She chuckles lightly. “Sweetheart? Since when do you call me sweetheart?”

Crisis avoided? Jungkook will have to thank his stars for it.

“Since I made you come in your car, mmh?” he says, smirk on display.

She laughs her pretty laugh, before saying, “Gosh, I can’t believe we did that.”

“I’m irresistible, what can I say?”

She looks at him with a slightly annoyed expression, before shaking her head. “You are. That’s why I want to have sex with you.”

Crisis not avoided after all it seems.

“Is there a reason why you don’t want to have sex with me?” she enquires, with a tiny voice. It sounds higher pitched than it usually does, and Jungkook is not sure he likes it.

“Should I make you come again then?” he asks, trying to avoid having to mention the accident because, frankly, he’s not ready to tell her.

Not just yet.

“No, I’m serious,” she says, whiny again. “Is it because of an ex?”

Jungkook freezes because, even though it has nothing to do about you, you still invade his thoughts, and something aches deep down. He sees your heart breaking in your eyes all over again, and he has to take a long breath to calm down.

“Trust me, it does not,” he says, sighing once more. “But yes, there’s something. It has nothing to do with you though.”

It’s as close as he’ll get to mentioning the accident, because he really doesn’t want Laura to think it might be because of you.

Not that you were an ex anyway.

“What is it?” Laura asks, voice back to its normal tone. “If you want to talk about it?”

He sighs, leaning his head against the headrest. He holds her gaze for a few seconds, and one of his hands mindlessly moves to the scar on his knee. “Not right now,” he tells her. “Not after I’ve just made you come, it’d be weird.” He chuckles, even though she’s looking at him weirdly. “What about over a cup of coffee at that café you like next weekend?”

“In a week?” is what she chooses to answer.

“You told me you’ll be busy all week,” he reminds her.

She seems to remember because the corners of her lips fall in a small pout. “Right.”

There’s a silence, and Jungkook glances at the door of the house. He really can’t wait to be inside.

“Then…” she trails off. She sighs, before continuing, “I’ll let you go.”

He offers her what he hopes is a sweet smile. “Thank you for driving me home. Hope the orgasm told as much.”

She swats his arm, letting out a small laugh. “It was.” He’s pretty sure she’s blushing saying that, but the neon lights make it hard to tell. He’s opening the car door when she speaks up again. “And JK?”

He turns towards her, one leg already out of the car. “Mmh?”

“Whatever it is… I hope you’re okay.”

He’s only partly lying when he answers, “I am”.

Yet the conversation haunts him all night, so much so that he gets four losses straight in Overwatch, something that hasn’t happened to him in a long time. He curses at his monitor, calling the game a dead game, before sitting back in his chair.

If gaming won’t help, then maybe he can do something else. He pulls up a porn website, mindlessly searches for a video that’ll fit, though he knows as soon as he’ll have his hand wrapped around his cock he’ll close his eyes. He’s more of a listener than a watcher anyway when it comes to porn.

He isn’t wrong – the moment he’s pulled his pants down and he’s started to stroke his dick, his eyes flutter shut.

And then you’re there, obstinately haunting him, and his arousal makes him forget about his frustration for a time, until he comes and feels disgusted with himself.

Maybe it really is time he buries himself deep inside of someone else.

#the forgotten spaces drabble #the forgotten spaces #the forgotten spaces ask #the forgotten spaces series #jungkook #jjk #jeon jungkook #anon ask

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milkmily · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcanons abt Nancy Wheeler and touchstarved! Reader? Thank you in advance!!!

Of course! I wrote this at 1 am cuz my dumbass can't sleep. 😭

Hope you enjoy it!

Nancy Wheeler x touchstarved! reader

Nancy found out you were a very touch starved person when you two were eating at her family.

She'd see you bump your hand with hers in hope of her seeing the signs that you wanted to hold hands.

Or brushing your hand with hers.

You'd move her hand to your thigh or hand under the table.

You'd even hug her when her parents didn't look or were busy in another room. The hugs were so random too.

Or when you two went shopping on a date, you'd get closer to her as you two walked and would wrap your arm around hers.

She'd hold your hand when you two were in her room though. Other then that, it was just hugs and holding hands.

But as the months go by, she'd let you hug her at random times, getting use to you, while she hanged out with Robin.

Nancy loves it when you simply walk up to her whenever she's talking to someone and you hug her from behind and press your forehead on her neck. She finds it very cute that when you are really touch starved, you simply walk up to her and she doesn't mind at all. She could be talking to anyone and this would go like:

Robin and Nancy have been talking about bands and artists they like. The kids, Steve, Eddie, and you sat on the sofa while they all talked about DnD and Steve complaining about not understanding the game. You would look at Nancy from time to time as you fidget with your hand. You didn't really feel like interrupting their conversation because of you wanting Nany's touch.

Nancy looks over at you and sends you a smile. You get up and Dustin calls for you, telling you to get in the game. "Sorry, got to do something." You say and he nods. You walk up to Nancy and Robin smiles. "Hey [Name]!" She says and you smile back. "Hi Robin." You walk up behind Nancy and wrap your arms around Nancy. She moves her hand onto yours and holds it. "Anyways, about The Beatles?" Nancy asks, wanting to continue the conversation.

"Y-Yeah… The Beatles?" Robin says and continues the conversation. Nancy fidget with your fingers as you just lay your head on her back or move to her shoulder.

When it's time for break at school, you hurry to Nancy's class and hug her. When you see her wall outside.

"How was class?" She asked as she hugged you back.

"Horrible, I missed you." You say and she says, "It's only been two hours."

"Too long." You'd say and she'd still hug you.

Holding hands in public is something you two can't do, which makes you sad but you understand why. It's for you and Nancy's safety.

But at your place or hers, you two can hold hands and do whatever you want.

Nancy knows you are very touch starved and doesn't like seeing you down at school.

She'd give you hugs and that's it. And maybe some kisses on the cheek when no one is around or seeing you two.

Nancy always picks you as her helper for Hawkins High reports just so you two could have some alone time.

And when she calls your name to be her partner/camera person, she loves seeing that huge smile on your face.

But when you two are alone, she will hug you, kiss you, hold your hand, cuddle, cup your face, and much more.

You jumped on Nancy's bed while she took off her shoes. You hold your arms up with a huge smile on your face. She smiles back at you and locks the door, turns the radio on, and hops on top of you. You wrap your arms around her as Nancy kisses your jaw.

You love feeling Nancy's warmth on yours. It can even be her pinky wrapped around yours. It isn't enough, but I still love the effort she makes.

When you and Nancy graduated, you two started working. You wanted to work with her, but being a reporter wasn't really for you. And she'd be too busy to even give you hugs.

You decided to work at Family Video with Robin and Steve. Robin told you they needed more employees.

You accepted and here you are, with two dingus people while you stare at the door every day you have a shift.

Robin rewinds the movies that were brought back and looks over at you. She sees you have been rubbing your thighs with your hands and then you hug yourself. Robin has been noticing that lately since you started working with them.

"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" She asked. "Yeah, all good." You say as you look at the door and at the time. "She's waiting for Nance." Steve whispers to Robin.

Nancy likes to go to Family Video during her break to give you some lunch. But mostly just to spend time with you.

You would go to where she works too but she's usually busy.

That's when the door rings and you jump on top of the counter, making Steve yell at you. Nancy laughs and hugs you. "Hi [Name]." She says. "Hi sweetheart." You say as you kiss her cheek.

You two would talk as you held her hand and then she'd pick a movie for you two to watch for your dates.

On movie dates, Nancy's mom loves to cook snacks for you two. Cookies, cupcakes, and much more sweets. She'd even bring you guys dinner up to her room so you two wouldn't have to handle Mike and his friends' loud voices as her husband complained about them being loud.

"You are always welcomed here [Name]." Mrs. Wheeler would always say, assuring you that you are never a burden(at least to them because her husband complains about having guest all the time)

You two would cuddle in her bed as you watched TV(a TV that she bought for you two just so she wouldn't have to be in the living room as her dad complained about how movies aren't that good as they used to be) with the movie that you rented at Family video.

You'd be cuddling close and then would gran Nancy's arm and lay it in your stomach just to feel more of her warmth. She'd then kiss your head and continue watching the movie as you lay your head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat.

Nancy just loves you and the little things you do and always will.

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x female reader #nancy wheeler x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler headcanons #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler fanfic #nancy wheeler x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things headcanons #touch starved

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The Wrong Snapshot

Chapter 1

Content warning: swearing, violence

A groan escaped my lips as I turned the knob on the door to my apartment and dropped my bags down with a sigh. The professor let us leave class early today, and left everyone feeling more exhausted than usual from all the mock trials we’ve had to do. I let out an aggravated cry as I slid down the poorly painted door, What do all these mock trials have to do with my major anyway? Forensic pathology-does it sound like I’d be in a courtroom? Not to me at least. With a huff, I reached my hand in my rugged gray bag and sat down at the table, where I pulled out my computer with notes on medical physiology and went to continue my ideas on the cardiac cycle from before.

But as I was pulling everything out, I had noticed my notebook was missing-and strangely enough so had been my student i.d.

“I could’ve sworn I had them with me!” This day’s starting to get way more frustrating than I had anticipated, but I shrugged and grabbed my pen to start them fresh, thanking myself for having them all typed out before transferring them to pen and paper.

Once I was finished with the few paragraphs and color coding textbooks, I felt the urge to shower. All the stress from my classes today left me feeling beyond stressed. As I reached the bathroom, the coolness from the floor sent waves of shock through my body as I gradually made my way to the tub.

It’s okay, I thought to myself, tugging at the end of my sweater, it’ll be over soon, I bring my arms closer to my body for warmth, and with that, I turned the knob for the warm water and adjusted the temperature to my liking.

With the way the lights barely illuminated the room, it felt as if I was being watched. It was dark outside, which didn’t help the surge of darkness that flooded to any crevice of the apartment. Brushing it off, I placed blame on the old building, as old buildings seem to make everything creepier; the magenta walls exhibit an almost crimson color in this lighting.

Once the water was to my liking, I took off the bracelet my sibling made me and placed it by the sink, before letting the warm water engulf my body, slowly loosening up the tense muscles in my back and washing away any stress from earlier.

I started to wash my body, and heard what sounded to be struggling to come from the side of the house, but brushed it off as the neighbors struggling with their yard work-every year without fail, they spend all day putting up their thanksgiving decorations the first day of the month, so if I were to guess, they’re probably almost done with their day.

Ripping my fingers through strands of my hair, I finished rinsing out any product left, giving my body one final wash before washing my face, but as I put the product into my hand, the feeling of being watched from earlier grows.

I slathered the product onto my face, and rinsed it off; feeling an unfamiliar cold rush through the room. I ignored some of the soap that dripped into my eye, a pit of anxiety starting to grow in my chest.

“Hannah?” I call out-no response.

“Hannah!” I raise my voice, frustration starting to make its way in.

The only response is the sound of a camera clicking and a faint sound of shuffling.

“Okay, what the fuck?” I huffed, “Can’t you wait literally five minutes?”

This is bullshit, my roommate shouldn’t be home until 10:00 PM, it should only be 8:00 PM.

“Hannah, please tell me that’s you,” I groaned, the feeling of uneasiness set in yet again, making me feel sick to my stomach.

As I was ready to get out of the shower, what sounded to be slightly louder shuffling filled the room. Anger was setting in now, Hannah came into the bathroom, took a goddamned picture, and couldn’t have been bothered to close the door. Come to think of it, I thought bitterly, what would she have needed from the bathroom? Everything she’d needed had always been in her room – and I hadn’t noticed anything that belonged to her lying around anywhere.

When reached to turn the water off, I tried turning off my overactive thoughts, but a distinct thud disrupted that. Paranoia started to set in – what if it wasn’t Hannah? God, no. This side of the town’s known for how peaceful it is, it couldn’t be–

“– A killer with a ghost mask is on the loose and has been spotted heading west towards the University of Sciences! Everyone is advised to lock all the doors and windows to your house.”

A warm stinging pain from rubbing the towel too harshly against my skin brought me out of a trance I didn’t even know I was in; how long has the radio been on? While I was in the midst of brainstorming earlier, as far as my memory can reach, it hadn’t been on at all.

So someone’s in the house.

My body feels cold and I froze, then, with haste, I finish pulling clothes over my body, and try to peek my head around the corner, my eyes barely making out still shapes in the dark. The dim light in the bathroom only feels like it got dimmer as the lack of light from the other rooms crept in.

I let out a shaky breath and took a wobbly step into the hallway, my legs trying not to buckle as I further pursued the rest of the hallway. My arms reached out to any surface willing to guide me, till I made my way to where a breeze was enveloping me.

This must’ve been why I felt so cold in the shower. I let out a nervous laugh, and closed the window, locking it shut.

“Hannah must’ve forgotten to close it last night.” I bribed myself, though the shuffling downstairs was seemingly trying to insinuate otherwise. Maybe if I can make my way downstairs and somehow see for myself that I’m just imagining things it’ll help me feel better.

Steadily, I make my way back to the hall, where I tiptoe down the stairs. A stack of papers dropped to the floor to the right of me, and some glided over to where I was at the bottom of the steps, following a faint ‘Shit!’.

Oh.

Oh. That’s not Hannah.

I found myself frozen again, like an animal in the wild–who the fuck is in the apartment? They better not notice me, terror was setting in and I knew I had to do something. After a small moment of hesitation, I peeked my head around the corner.

Clear.

The door is just a few feet to the left. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and took a step forward. Looking around slightly, all I need is another step. Now if I could just take that large step I’d be-

“–Boo.” A voice whispered behind me, grabbing me by the throat and shoving me to the ground before placing their boot firm against my collarbones.

The intruder leaned down, and the knife in their hand flipped so the blade faced their body.

“Where are the pictures?” The voice snarled and responded with as much hatred, “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about!”

“Wh-” I didn’t have time to respond before they placed the knife against my neck, pressing the blade hard enough to leave a small cut.

“Last chance, where are the pictures?”

“I don-”

The intruder slowly pushed the knife into my neck, and then stopped. I immediately felt a sharp pain tear through my lower abdomen. I gave out a choked-up sob and tried to explain how I don’t understand what they were talking about but they cut me off with a sinister chuckle and tore another slice of my skin, their low giggles ringing and echoing in my ears as I felt too weak to fight, blood seeping through my clothes and pooling in a warm sticky puddle beneath me.

“Wrong answer.” They leaned down and cooed in my ear, before standing up fully straight, and taking a slight step to my side.

They gave an experimental tap to my head with their boot, then nudged the side of my temple before raising their foot, getting ready to slam it down with all their might.

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