#marty mcfly drabble

[happy74827]

Marty Mcfly Headcanons

[Marty As Your Boyfriend]

A/N: This is dedicated initially to @moosieworld (love you Pookie 🫶🫶), but I figured I’d share this for those who’d appreciate it as well. This is also my very first time doing headcanons ever, so hopefully this doesn’t suck 👀

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The Basics

To start this off, I have to say it… dating Marty McFly is anything but boring.

Like, if you thought you were just gonna have a chill, normal relationship where you go on simple dates and hold hands under the bleachers, you clearly didn’t account for the fact that your boyfriend:

A) is a magnet for chaos,

B) has access to a literal time machine

C) thinks "thinking things through" is for other people.

Marty is the definition of the boy next door, except instead of knocking on your front door like a normal person, he’s 100% the guy who scales the side of your house at 1 AM just to say, "Hey, you asleep?"

Like, yes, Marty, I was… until you almost ate it trying to get through my window

He’s got that classic '80s heartthrob energy going on, too. He's charming and effortlessly cool (when he’s not wiping out on his skateboard, of course), and he is always looking for an excuse to show off. Don’t think he won't play your favorite song on his guitar just to watch you melt.

He will even pretend it was totally casual, even though you both know he spent an hour practicing it beforehand

He also gets so flustered when you compliment him.

Call him cute? He’s tripping over his words.

Kiss his cheek? He’s red for the next ten minutes.

Tell him he’s amazing? Oh, great, now he’s malfunctioning.

His Quirks & Habits That Drive You Crazy (In Love)

The window thing. This boy does not use doors like a normal human.

If it's a one-story house? He’s hopping right in.

Two-story? You better believe he's scaling the side like a reckless little gremlin. Bonus points if he does it all with a backpack full of snacks.

At this point, your parents have just accepted it.

He’s always late, but somehow makes it impossible to be mad about it.

Like, you’ll be standing there, tapping your foot because he was supposed to pick you up for a movie 20 minutes ago, and then he skids in on his skateboard, hair a mess, with some wild story about how he "almost got stuck in the past again."

And before you can even roll your eyes, he’s flashing that lopsided grin, holding out a milkshake he grabbed to "make it up to you."

How are you supposed to stay annoyed when he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the universe?

This boy also LOVES his mixtapes, and they are a whole experience.

Marty’s got this habit of making you these ridiculously heartfelt cassettes, labeled something cheesy like “Songs for My Favorite Person.”

It’s a mix of Van Halen, Huey Lewis, and some random deep-cut power ballad he swears "reminds him of you."

Half the time, you can hear him fumbling with the record button, muttering to himself about how he "messed up the order again."

Truthfully, It’s so endearingly clumsy that you can’t help but replay them until the tape starts to wear out.

He leaves random notes in the weirdest places.

You’ll open your locker and find a crumpled Post-it that says, "You looked cute today. Don’t tell Doc I stole his space pen."

Or you’ll reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a napkin with "Meet me at the diner later? :)" scrawled in his messy handwriting.

It’s like he’s allergic to calling like a normal person, but it’s so Marty that you keep every single one, even the ones that are half-illegible because he wrote them while running from something (probably Strickland).

And he’s zero chill when it comes to showing off for you at the arcade. Picture this:

You’re just trying to enjoy a slushie, and Marty’s over there dumping quarters into the pinball machine like it’s his personal mission to impress you with a high score.

He’ll nudge you with this cocky little "watch this" smirk, only to completely whiff it two seconds later.

But when he finally nails it? Oh, he’s turning to you with the proudest look, like he just saved the world, not just beat Needles score from last week.

At the end of the day, dating Marty McFly is like signing up for a wild, unpredictable adventure where you’re never quite sure what’s coming next, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He’s the guy who’ll drag you into the chaos of time travel, sneak you into the best (and worst) moments of history, and still find a way to make you laugh until your sides hurt, all while holding your hand like you’re his anchor in every timeline.

Sure, he’s a walking disaster half the time, but he’s your disaster, and every second with him feels like a song you never want to end.

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲 || day 2 "Something very familiar about all this"

When Seamus saw Clint Eastwood to their barn for the night, he prayed for their guest’s health and gave thanks for the opportunity to share their blessings.

He did not interrogate God, much as he wanted to; why do you torment me with my brother’s face? What are you trying to tell me? 

When Seamus left the festival, he prayed for Mr. Eastwood’s guidance and gave thanks for that pie tin.

But when Mr. Eastwood caught that gun at the end of the bar, Buford Tannen billowing at the door, the only prayer Seamus could muster was: Not again.

Please.

[synthsays]

Random BttF Drabble:

Marty was sleeping on his cot that Doc had lent him. He had stayed a little that night doing homework, although "a little" might be an understatement. But his sleep was rudely interrupted by a loud shattering noise.

His eyes shot open,

What the hell was that?!

Marty dragged himself to the kitchen. Although machinery littered the area he had found his way around.

"Doc? Is that you?" Marty asked into the darkness.

Then he noticed the silhouette standing by the coffee machine. Marty turned on the lights. Doc was standing eerily still, pouring scalding coffee onto his hand. Although it looked like he was holding the cup, it was shattered on the floor.

"Woah woah woah Doc! Wake up, man!"

Marty shoved Emmett's shoulder.

"-alamos.. huh? Marty, what are you doing here?"

Doc was very clearly confused.

"Doc your hand! Look at it!"

Marty reached for it but Doc quickly pulled it away.

"Well… that's certainly intresting."

Doc examined his own hand, then the pain kicked in.

"Damn!"

He quickly turned the cold water of the faucet on.

"Hey Doc, you never told me you sleep-walked"

"I don't think I ever told myself I sleep walked."

[daryfromthefuture]

day 29: 2023

"My god, the time circuits are apparently in need of repairs again," Doc noted, slamming his palm down on the device as their current time blinked in yellow. July 21st, 2023.

"What kinda timeline is this? No one has hoverboards!" Marty pointed out, gauging at his surroundings through the window, "Instead, they’re all in line in front of the Essex."

Emmett turned to look at their local cinema. "Black and Pink seem to be the only colors legal to wear to the movies."

"Come on, Doc, let’s try and get home." Marty shrugged. "This is some joke we don’t understand."

[alex-a-fans]

McFly July 2024 //🌲//Day 10// Point Of No Return

Here he was. In the Zurich train station.

Mr. Corleone has not seen his family in what seemed ages.

Sure, his mother wrote him as much as his "father" let her.

He still misses home, yet he is not coming back just yet.

There were better stops for this specific plan than Zurich. There stood a man, he does not know. Yet to go to Innsbruck he had no options.

Even when the early evening is cold, Corleone is sweating, pressing on his mustache.

He is going to hell for this.

"Ticket, please"

Well, there is no turning back now.

[melvinjpinos]

Marty McFly - Back to the Future | FanFic Drabble

DeLorean in Jersey

Marty McFly found himself in Jersey City, the DeLorean parked near Liberty State Park. The Statue of Liberty stood proudly in the distance. McFly was curious to explore this city. He roamed the vibrant neighborhoods: the historic charm of Downtown, the bustling streets of Journal Square, the scenic views from The Heights, and the tranquility of Lincoln Park. It was the beginning of fall, the perfect weather for this adventure. Suddenly, Doc’s voice came over the walkie-talkie. “Marty, I just fixed the flux capacitor!” Watching leaves fall, Marty raced back, ready to return to his timeline in Hill Valley, 1985.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Winding up for the New Year's Eve Drabbles this year...

As always, five spots to fill, preferably from different fandoms.

I have already written for the following characters in previous years, so please avoid them: Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff, Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark, Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff, Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan, Roronoa Zoro, Barbie, Jaime Reyes, Hank McCoy, and Sasappis from Ghosts

Current Slots:

Fiyero Tigelaar

Poe Dameron

Captain Boomerang

EMPTY

EMPTY

(I will also be adding some more characters in the character list in a few moments; I recently watched Bridgerton hehehehe)

[nopinestimeline]

Welcome to the No Pines Timeline

In the No Pines Timeline, Marty is evil. Just straight-up evil. Occasionally, No Pines Marty crosses paths with Marty on some unseen cosmic plane of the space-time continuum. This blog will be used for reblogging any No Pines content, and I'd love for you to add to it! Just use the hashtag #no pines timeline or tag @nopinestimeline so I can share it here!

Here's all the drabbles & fics I've included him in so far:

Doctober 2022 - Forgotten [X]

McFly July 2023 - Timebomb [X]

McFly July 2021 - Sparks and Gasoline [X]

There's a Time and a Place [X]

McFly July 2021 - Boombox [X]

Sicktember 2023 - "You're a jerk when you're sick." [X]

Sicktember 2023 - "I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason I am." [X]

Doctober 2023 - Ticking Time Bomb [X]

Doctober 2023 - Constellation [X]

Doctober 2023 - Record Player [X]

Doctober 2023 - 2023 [X]

Midnight Hour [X]

Comfortember 2023 - Treehouse [X]

Art, lore, and other amazing No Pines stuff below! Tread lightly!

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I spent the majority of last year working on side projects spawned from my McFly July drabbles specifically, and they were some of my best stories I think! I’ve already got one in the works and see another one or two I want to expand on! This is a fun jumping off point for bigger ideas and projects and I love it!

McFly July 2022 is single-handedly responsible for:

Now I Am Become Death (#17 - A Man and His Saxophone)

A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum (#7 - Behind the Clocktower)

And I’ve used elements of some drabbles in bigger works, like my Once Upon a Time Series! I love what they inspire in me year-round!

And now I’m off to write more of the one shot inspired by the idea of Marty accidentally shooting Doc at the duel. Byeee.

we’re now halfway through mcflyjuly and to say I have been blown away by the work you guys are creating this year would be an understatement

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mcfly july 2024 || 🌲 || day 22 Lifelong Secret

“Hey, Mom, have you ever heard of a TV show called The Manhattan Project?”

Lorraine bent her brow as she took the meatloaf out of the oven.

“A TV show? No, I don’t think so.”

“Why can’t I find anyone who knows about this show?”

“What’s it about?”

“I don’t know,” Marty said, leaning on the bar. “I just remembered Doc said he was on it when we first met and thought I’d get a laugh.”

Lorraine almost dropped the meatloaf.

“What?”

“Crazy, right? I can’t imagine Doc on TV, either.”

“Marty, the Manhattan Project was not a TV show.”

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — blind spot.

JANUARY 11, 1986

The key turns in the front door, the winter chill rushing into the house. A moment later, the hall light turns on.

“Mom? You awake?” 

Sylvia smiles at the sound of her son’s voice, putting down her crochet things on the end table.  

“We’re in here, Georgie!” 

Carefully, she stands, easing her grandson’s head off her lap and tucking a pillow underneath. She’s pretty sure the kid must’ve been an acrobat in another life; there’s no way he’d be able to sleep all twisted up like a pretzel otherwise. She readjusts the blanket she’d put over him, smoothing down his hair, before meeting her son and daughter-in-law halfway.

“Well, how was the party?” she asks, leaning up against the breakfast bar as George and Lorraine hang up their coats. “You two crazy kids have fun hobnobbin’ with the head honchos at Simon & Schuster?” 

“It was nice, Mom, thanks,” George answers, way too dismissively for a party he’d been talking about for weeks, full of editors and publishers and everything he’d always dreamed of, “but–”

“How was Marty?” Lorraine interrupts, urgently.

Here we go. Finally, some answers.

“Lorrie, honey, you know Artie and I always love bein’ with the kids,” Sylvia begins, and she meant it, even though Artie had called it a night about three hours ago and was now snoring loud enough to shake the walls, “but seventeen goin’ on eighteen’s a little old for a babysitter, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, we’ve just been so worried about him, Sylvia,” Lorraine pleads, eyes wide. “We… we didn’t think it would be a good idea to leave him alone.” 

“For the last few months,” George elaborates, wrapping an arm around his wife and holding her close, “he hasn’t been himself. He doesn’t sleep, he’s been having nightmares… he’s been having memory problems, too, and I know he’s a teenager, but sometimes he’ll get in his own head and it’s like… he’s not even here, like he goes somewhere else instead.”

“He’ll get so confused,” Lorraine agrees, “and-and he used to love thunderstorms but now he’s just so afraid of them and... other things… sometimes it even feels like he's afraid of us…” She bites her lip and buries herself into George. 

It breaks Sylvia’s heart to see them like this; in mourning for the boy who’s alive and breathing and fast asleep on the couch. Just a few hours ago her and Marty were singing along to the radio while making dinner and laughing until they cried trying to play games on his Nintendo while eating Lucky Charms by the bowlful.

“We must’ve missed something,” George murmurs, “something must’ve happened to him and we missed it somehow.”

“We’ve just been so busy,” Lorraine laments, “too busy. I-I thought it was the stress… with college applications and everything changing… but even Jennifer and Doctor Brown don’t know what’s wrong.”  

Sylvia isn’t quite sure she buys that. 

She may not know a lot of things, but she does know that Carl Sagan from 1931 certainly doesn’t look like that nice young man on PBS from a couple years back but did look a whole lot like that whiz kid Emmett and even more like her grandson’s best friend, that nice Doctor Brown, that Emmett grew up to be. 

She also knows that Sonny Crockett (who is pretty much all they talked about at dinner tonight) is from one of Marty’s favorite shows, not that kid from 1931 with her grandson’s sweet blue eyes and a fake mustache.

She even remembers George begging her and Artie to help him get all dolled up for some dance at the last minute and talking all about how he wasn’t going with a date but he was going to meet up with his new friend Marty there.

Not to mention the date on that Bubble Bobble game of his is two years from now.

When you grow up around liars and cheats, you get to be really good at noticing things. 

“So how was he tonight?” George asks again. “Really?”

“Georgie, sweetheart, he was fine,” Sylvia emphasizes. “We had a great time. As for the other stuff… Remember what you were like when you were his age? I sure do. Any time your dad and I got near ya we’d have to promise we weren’t tryin’ to look in your journals. Even if we were just givin’ you a hug!”

They crack a smile at this, George at least having the decency to look sheepish.

“Whatever’s going on with Marty,” she continues, “he’ll tell ya when he’s good and ready. And remember: you’re great parents. He loves you. He’d do anything for you. Just be there for him until then and let him know that you love him too. No matter what.”

Sylvia looks over her shoulder at her sleeping grandson, a fond smile and a mischievous look in her eye.

We got a lot to talk about, kiddo. I’m ready when you are.

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Doctober day 12:

¤》° Train Tracks °《¤

Professor Brown stood at the front of the classroom,

"Trains. Their tracks are truly fascinating, if you ask me. If left abandoned, they seem like portals to the past. If you look at what they're doing with them nowadays, they seem like the path to the future."

Although he had quit teaching many years before, Dr. Emmett Brown had been invited to teach a seminar about trains and their importance in technology.

He had been chosen because he himself operated a train recreationally on the previously forgotten tracks around Eastwood Ravine. Or, that's what most of Hill Valley thought.

"To add to that, the track appears to span infinitely to each side, much like time goes infinitely both forward and backward. And that's what leads me to my lecture about the train's influence on the world of transportation…"

Professor Brown had a large audience that day, but one student in particular stood out from the rest. He sat smiling in today's "History of Technology" class. Although he should've thought about whether he liked all of history in general before majoring in it, today was different.

As Marty McFly sat writing notes on the lecture, he couldn't help but think about the day he arrived on those train tracks by the ravine. The day he finally came home.

The day he went back to the future.

[daryfromthefuture]

day 5: alarm clock

Marty knew he was late the second he opened his eyes.

He quickly shot up, threw his blanket aside, and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face. After that, he ran back into his room, pulled on his jeans and changed his shirt, grabbed his watch, his backpack, and made his way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

“Damn alarm clock!”, he muttered under his breath. Why didn’t it ring?!

Something was off. No one was home, no one to hurry him to school.

Marty could slap himself. McFly, you idiot.

His graduation had been three days ago.

[victorluvsalice]

Secundus Sunday: An Early Birthday Drabble

Gotta do something a bit special for Victor and Marty’s joint birthday -- so here, have Drabble #82 from the first set of “100 Drabbles of Summer” I did for the old LJ community Charloft! It was an “author’s choice” prompt, and I chose “birthday,” so I could do Victor and Marty finding out they have the same one. Just a bit of dialogue-only fun -- and yes, you WOULD expect someone like Victor to be a winter baby, wouldn’t you?

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“Hey, Victor, when’s your birthday?”

“June ninth.”

“. . .June ninth?”

“Er, yes. Something wrong with that date?”

“No, it’s just – my birthday’s the same day.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah! You’re exactly two years older than me!”

“That is strange!”

“You’re telling me. I never would have guessed you for a summer baby.”

“When did you think my birthday was, then?”

“Middle of winter?”

“Is this just because my skin is so pale?”

“I can’t help it, you look like you should have been born with snow outside.”

“Well, to be fair, even the height of summer can look like winter in Burtonsville. . . .”

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐���𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 ’𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 & 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 ’𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧’ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧

requested by anonymous

A/N: happy halloween darlings!! here we have the final kinktober post, and it’s not a short drabble like the rest of my kinktober posts, oh no no no my lovelies, this is a full-on, long-ass oneshot, so enjoy!!

I hope you’ve enjoyed the rest of my kinktober posts too, and I hope you’ve all had / are having a wonderful halloween!!

“Hey Angel,” Jake winks at you, letting his gaze rake up and down your body languidly, a smirk plastering his face.

You roll your eyes at the cliché joke, clearly referencing your outfit for the night. It was Halloween and you, along with all the other Top Gun pilots, were at a party for the evening hosted graciously by Yale at his impressive beach house. You’d decided to dress in accordance to your callsign; Angel.

A plain white dress, simple, elegant, and still sexy as hell. It was tight, hugging your curves and contours of your body. The material was thin enough that your nipples were just apparent beneath the delicate fabric. It’s neckline just low enough to be enticing, its hemline the same; just short enough to be tempting, showing a fair amount of your bare thighs. A soft glimmer of glitter was dusted over your skin, giving you an ethereal glow. And last, but not least, you wore a simple halo headband for the full effect.

“Very clever,” you quip sarcastically to Jake’s comment.

You then let your gaze rake over Jake and his costume, taking in the glory of his body and how much of it he’d left on display. Not surprisingly Jake had decided to dress as a cowboy, and a slutty one at that. A beige cowboy hat sat atop his head, accentuating his tanned skin. He wore a blue chequered shirt which he hadn’t bothered to do up, leaving it open to reveal his almost obscenely perfect torso. His light blue jeans were tight and hung low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination. His belt was thick, a large oval gold buckle sitting between the v of his muscles which glared like an arrow towards where you were most curious to peak…

“Like what you see darlin’?” He tilts his head cockily, letting his Texan drawl deepen his voice. 

You shrug, trying to look nonchalant, attempting to hide your warm cheeks by taking a swig of your drink. Thankfully at that moment you feel a hand on your arm and turn to see Bradley behind you. Your gaze flicks over him quickly, taking in the blue jeans, blue denim jacket, and orange puffer vest. You knew immediately who he was dressed as; the one and only Marty McFly from Back to the Future.

“Ah, just in time,” you joke lightly, referencing his outfit.

“Very funny, Angel,” he squints playfully at you as you roll your eyes at the cheap joke for the second time that night. 

“Seresin,” he nods a greeting at Jake.

“Bradshaw,” Jake returns the greeting nod, his signature cocky smirk adorning his face again.

“You look good,” Bradley compliments with a wicked gleam in his voice.

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good,” Jake quips, his smirk growing even more. 

You shake your head with a small laugh. You reach behind you, feeling out until your hand wrapped around Bradley’s. Your other hand reaches out to grab Jake’s. 

“Come on boys,” you giggle invitingly, starting to tug the boys along with you as you moved towards the centre of the living room where other people were dancing, “let’s go dance!” 

The boys let you drag them along, guiding them towards the dance floor. You giggle as you start to dance, swaying in time to the music, your hands still gripping the boys. Bradley is quick to join in, letting himself move with you as you swung your arm with his. Jake, on the other hand, releases your hand with a shrug, mumbling something about how he didn’t really want to dance, before he moves to lean against the wall just opposite you.

Of course Jake Seresin was too cool to dance, you think to yourself. Your eyes roll again before an idea flashes in your mind. You keep your gaze steady on Jake’s as you slowly press yourself backwards, letting your body lean into Bradley’s. You break your gaze away from Jake’s for a second as you twist your head to look up at Bradley behind you. You let your hand reach up until it snaked around Bradley’s nape, your nails scratching at the base of his scalp.

At the same time, you start to rock your hips in time with the music, swaying lightly, deliberately pushing back against Bradley so your ass was grinding against his crotch. Bradley lets out the softest of groans, so quiet you’d have missed it if his mouth wasn’t right against your ear as he pressed his cheek against your head. His hips quickly start to match your rhythm, swaying with you, rocking into your backside. 

His hands quickly snake around your body, one finding purchase on your hip, helping to guide you as you moved together. The other lies flat against your stomach, keeping you in place flush against him. You let out a gentle sigh as you tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, eyes closed, as you grind with Bradley. It’s then that you let your eyes open again, landing on Jake where he was still leaning against the wall. But now he was leant forward, his eyes burning as they watched you with such an intensity you could practically feel the heat on your skin. You let your lips part with another soft sigh as you determinedly keep your eyes steady on Jake’s. Your hands wander over your own body, caressing yourself as you moved to the music. Jake’s eyes follow your hands, drinking in each movement as they roam over the curves of your body. 

You decide to push him even further, determined to break his resolve. Your hands move to the already short hem of your white dress, pulling it up slightly, revealing even more of the soft skin of your thighs, tugging it until it just barely covered your clothed core. You see Jake’s body physically tense as he watches your movement, his eyes transfixed on the exposed skin of your bare thighs. You hear as light chuckle behind you as Bradley cottons on to your little game.

A small gasp escapes you when Bradley decides to join in on your little game. You could feel his head shift as he tucked it into your neck even further, his lips lightly brushing against your skin, sending a shiver through your spine. But you knew, somehow you knew, that his eyes were also locked onto Jake. You let your back arch against Bradley, your mouth hanging open with a soft moan as one of Bradley’s hands move to caress your thigh, his fingers dragging across your bare skin, slowly moving higher and higher until they also toyed with hem of your short dress. 

That was the final straw for Jake, his resolve finally breaking.

He pushes himself up off the wall and stalks directly towards you. You don’t let him talk, barely give him a second as he approaches you, before you’re reaching outwards and grabbing him by the belt buckle and pulling him in until his hips collided with your own. Your hands immediately wrap around his neck, pulling him in close as you keep your hips rocking, bucking up against Jake, feeling the push of his belt buckle into your abdomen. Jake’s hands are quick to grip onto your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he moves you against him. The surge of power that flows through you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. To have these two beautiful men pressed against, hips rocking against yours, hands all over your body; it made you dizzy, in the best possible way. 

You don’t know how long you stay like this with them. The music, the chatter, it all blurs into the background as your focus remains solely on the two men holding you, touching you, intoxicating you. Their hands were all over your body, caressing and grabbing at your waist, your ass, your hips, your thighs. You thanked the gods there was music playing loud enough so that no one else could hear the moans that fell freely from your lips.

Well, except Bradley and Jake, who seemed to drink in each of your moans, meeting them with a buck of their hips, a pinch of their fingers on your dress, a groan of their own against your skin. Both of them had their faces buried in your neck, letting their heavy breathing fan over your skin, the brim of Jake’s hat knocking against your head. You could feel both of their lips barely brushing over your skin, but neither of them moved to take anything further, neither moved to actually kiss you yet, no matter how desperate you were for it. 

You didn’t think you could take it much longer; your body was aching for more. And from what you could feel poking into your ass and your crotch, both boys were aching for more too. You let one hand reach behind you again, searching for Bradley’s nape and twisting your fingers into his hair. You reach out with your other hand, scratching down Jake’s bare torso until your fingers hook into his belt again, pulling him somehow even closer, yanking to get his attention. You can feel Bradley smile against your neck as you tug on his hair. Jake, however, lifts his head, removing it from the crook of your neck, until his eyes met yours again. His eyes are alight with lust, flickering with wicked intent. 

A whispered ‘please’ passes your lips before you can think better of it, causing that god forsaken smirk to return to Jake’s face. He leans in closer to you until the tip of his nose brushes against your own. Your breath hitches in your throat as his hungry gaze devours you.

“Please?” He mocks, titling his head to the side. “What is it that you want, angel?” 

You stammer helplessly as all words fail you. Your cheeks heat as you feel Bradley chuckle into your neck, equally as amused as Jake by your withering composure. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Jake prompts teasingly, his lips dangerously close to yours, your breathes mixing with his.

“I- I want-“ you pant heavily as all of the sensations almost overwhelm you, your mind spinning. 

“Hmm?” Jake prompts, his eyes darkening as they drop to stare greedily at your lips. 

“I want… you,” you finally manage to sigh breathlessly. 

You twist your head slightly towards Bradley, your cheek bumping his nose where he still had his face buried in your neck. The arm that still held onto Bradley’s nape tightened, tugging on his hair slightly with trembling fingers. 

“I- I want both of you,” your voice quivers as you finally admit to it, your cheeks warming. 

Your eyes flick back to Jake in front of you, your knees going weak as you take in the sheer look of hunger and desire that darkened his green eyes. His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly as his eyes drag over your entire body greedily. 

“Hmm,” Jake acknowledges darkly, “is that so?” 

His gaze then shifts to behind you, locking eyes with Bradley.

“You alright with that, Bradshaw?” He drawls.

You can feel Bradley smirk against your skin as he places a quick kiss below your ear. He then lifts his head to meet Jake’s stare: “oh, I’m more than okay with it, Seresin…”

The next thing you know the three of you are snaking through the crowd, making your way upstairs until you eventually landed upon an empty bedroom. Jake locks the door behind the three of you, turning to face you where you stood somewhat awkwardly in the centre of the room. Bradley was just behind you, already shucking off his puffer vest and denim jacket, tossing them on a chair in the corner of the room, leaving him in just his button up and jeans. You gulp loudly, nerves flowing through you as Jake stalks over to you, moving to stand right in front of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as he towers over you, his eyes locked onto yours as he drinks you in, his green eyes glowing with desire.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?” Jake looks at you seriously as he takes off his cowboy hat and tosses it so it lands on the bedside table. 

You couldn’t believe that this was about to happen, your knees felt weak and you couldn’t tell where the nerves ended and the excitement started. You nod, not trusting your own voice to sound steady. You then feel a strong body sidle up behind you, a hand moving to cup your jaw, turning you gently until your face met Bradley’s. His thumb strokes your jaw reassuringly as he looks at you just as seriously as Jake did.

“You can tell us stop at any time, okay? Just say the word.”

You nod again, a tiny nervous smile gracing your lips. Bradley’s eyes dart to your mouth just as his thumb shifts to tug on your bottom lip. His eyes flick to yours for a final check in before he slowly, tentatively, leans in to push his mouth against yours. His lips start soft with yours, moving languidly, letting the two of you learn each other’s mouth. His thumb keeps stroking your jaw as his hand still cups your jaw, each brush of skin sending flares of electricity through your body. 

Beside you Jake saddles up closer, his head dipping into the crook of your neck again. But this time his lips work to caress your skin with kisses, his warm tongue tasting you with each mark he gently sucked into your skin. A soft moan escapes you, passing into Bradley’s mouth. He swallows it greedily, reciprocating with a gentle groan of his own. The noises seem to provoke something in Jake, who starts kissing his way up the side of your neck, moving upwards until he nipped lightly at your jaw.

You got the hint immediately, smiling lightly as you kiss Bradley for a final moment before you turn to your head towards Jake. Your eyes lock with his for just a second before he crashes his mouth greedily against yours, a barely contained restraint evident in his lips as he fights to be gentle, but everything in his body seems to want to devour you whole.

You whimper against his mouth, which seems to break the last of Jake’s restraint. His hands move to cup your face, pulling you against him. His body arches until his hips collide with yours, almost throwing you off balance with the force. Thankfully Bradley was still behind you to hold you steady, his hands gripping your waist. Jake’s lips are insatiable against yours; he kisses you dizzy, breathless, until your body is almost slack against Bradley as your knees go weak again. 

You moan into Jake’s mouth when you feel Bradley’s lips start to move on your neck, his moustache tickling your skin. Your hands rake down Jake’s chest again, scratching over his hard muscles. You then slide your hands back up his body, roaming over his shoulders, pushing his open shirt off him as you go. His hands release your face for only a second as he lets his shirt fall to the floor. His mouth is about to collide with yours again when you dodge him with a smirk, twisting your body between them as you face Bradley. 

Jake groans behind you as you lean to capture Bradley’s lips with your own, kissing him deeply as your hands desperately fumble with the buttons of his shirt. You feel the warmth of Jake’s body press into you from behind, his lips replacing where Bradley’s had just been on your neck, working to leave marks of his own across your skin.

You didn’t even realise you were trembling until your fingers fail to undo Bradley’s buttons. Mercifully he steps in to help, smirking against your mouth as he deftly undoes his own shirt, swiftly shirking it off and onto the floor. Your hands roam his torso just as greedily as they’d explored Jake’s, scratching again over the hard surface of his muscles. 

A surprised gasp tears from your mouth when you feel Jake’s hands caress your thighs, dragging up your skin until he reaches the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as he goes. The kiss with Bradley is broken as you allow Jake to pull the dress off you completely. Bradley’s breath hitches in his throat as he looks down at you, left bare except for the thin white lace panties you had on. Jake groans deeply, a sound of satisfaction as he looms over you from behind, causing you to look up at him and bat your eyelashes with a coy innocence.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jake hums as he dips his head to kiss your neck again.

“Fucking perfect,” Bradley concurs before he crashes his lips to your again. 

Bradley’s hands grip your waist, pulling you against him. Meanwhile, Jake’s hands slide around your body until they found your tits, cupping them in his large palms. He uses his grip to pull you towards him, letting your back arch and your head tilt until your kiss with Bradley was broken again and Jake could once again close his mouth over yours. Your soft moans are swallowed by Jake as he plays with your tits, squeezing and kneading them, his large fingers pinching your nipples gently. For a moment you’re so lost in Jake’s kiss again, in the feeling of his large hands caressing your tits, that you barely register as Bradley’s hands curve round your hips, his fingers curling around the fabric of your panties. 

“Don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore, angel,” Bradley whispers wickedly against your neck just as he yanks hard and rips your panties right off you, tearing through the thin fabric. 

You gasp a pathetic whimper just as both boys chuckle darkly. You turn your head back to face Bradley, barely able to get out a complaint at your ruined panties before Bradley’s hand is moving to hover just above where you were aching to be touched, his fingers skimming over your pubic bone. You look up at him pliantly, eyes wide and pleading as you silently beg to be touched, bucking your hips into his touch, your pussy throbbing in desperation for some, any, kind of friction.

But Bradley’s eyes shift to look beyond you, locking gazes with Jake as they silently communicate their next move. Jake’s hand moves from behind you until he finds his place between your thighs. A strangled moan tears from your throat as he starts to rub his fingers between your folds, collecting and spreading your slick.

“Fuck Angel,” Jake groans, “you’re so wet. This all for us, hmm?” He hums cockily, already knowing the answer. 

You whimper, nodding lightly as your cheeks flush with heat, hiding your face in Bradley’s chest.

“Come get a feel of this Bradshaw; she’s practically dripping,” Jake’s voice is laced with a wicked edge.

Bradley accepts the invitation without hesitation, finally letting his hand dip lower until his fingers too were between your folds. He hisses in a sharp breath as he feels your slick coat his fingers.

“Shit,” he grunts with a smirk, “she’s soaked.” 

Your cheeks heat further, but by now you’re almost beyond caring; you just needed these boys to stop teasing you and to start touching you.

“Please,” you breathe quietly against Bradley’s chest.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got you,” Jake coos against the shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready to take us,” he whispers just as he sinks a finger into your aching cunt. 

You moan loudly, hips involuntarily pushing back against him until his finger was sunk to knuckle inside you. Jake holds you steady with his free hand, keeping his arm wrapped over your torso, pressing you against him. Your head falls back pitifully against his shoulder as his lips continue to roam your neck. Bradley’s hand, the one that was also between your legs, started to move in sync with Jake, his fingers rubbing at your clit.

You gasp and lurch forwards, pleasure starting to build and flow in your body. Jake’s lips are attached to your shoulder, kissing and biting even more marks into you skin. Bradley kept his head up, cocked to the side, as he watched you intently, enjoying the way your face was twisting with pleasure even from the slightest of touches. Your mouth hangs open in a soundless gasp when you feel Jake push another finger inside you, starting to use a scissoring motion, stretching you out slightly. Your breathing gets heavier, practically panting as you look at Bradley helplessly, so overcome with pleasure already. 

And these boys hadn’t even got to fucking you yet. 

Your legs were weak at the prospect. Bradley hums in satisfaction as he watches you become more and more undone between them. He leans down to place a kiss to your lips, his fingers still working your clit with expert ministrations. Jake starts to move faster, pumping inside you with even more fervour, his long fingers reaching that sensitive spot that had you mewling from how good it felt.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, the sound muffled against Bradley’s lips, as you feel the coil start to tighten inside your belly, your orgasm fast approaching.

You lurch forwards, your head dropping as you now lean heavily against Bradley’s chest. Your knees start to feel weak, a tremble radiating through your thighs as they bring you closer to the precipice of your climax. All it takes is a final few thrusts from Jake’s fingers, a final few circles from Bradley’s fingers, and you’re gasping loudly as pleasure washes over you. Your pussy clenches, your body convulsing as your hips rock against their hands, riding out the euphoria. 

“That’s it, baby,” Bradley praises proudly just as he starts to slow down his movements until he eventually pulled his hand away as you started to shiver with sensitivity. 

“Mmm,” Jake hums against your neck as he scissors open his fingers inside you a few more times, “I think you’re ready to take us now sweetheart.” 

A tiny moan escapes you at the prospect; the fact that you were finally going to have both men inside you… it was enough to nearly have your knees buckling from under you. Bradley keeps a hold of your waist, keeping you steady as Jake releases you and moves away as he starts to strip himself of his jeans and boxers, kicking off his cowboy boots. Once Bradley is satisfied that you’d found your footing again he quickly follows suit, freeing himself of his own jeans and boxers.

With both men now naked beside you barely knew where to look or what to do with yourself. Both of them were glorious, and a part of you noted that they could have gone as Greek gods for Halloween, and it would have made perfect sense. Of course, Jake quickly notices you staring and tilts his head cockily, his smirk returning.

“Like what you see, Angel?” He taunts, calling back to the same question earlier in the night, as he saunters back over to you.

Jake encircles you in his arms and pulls you until your right side was pressed against his chest, letting your naked body collide with his, your skin flush against his, his hardened cock resting against the side of your ass. You can’t help the warmth of blush that creeps into your cheeks as he stares you down cockily. He chuckles cheekily just as he moves to climb onto the bed, guiding you with him.

He lays on his side, coaxing you to do the same, so that your chest was still pressed against his. Barely a moment later you feel the bed dip behind you and another large, strong body settle against your own. You look back over your shoulder to be meet with Bradley’s warm brown eyes. He quickly ducks his head to capture your lips in another kiss, keeping his mouth moving against yours as he slides in close beside you, his hardened cock pushing against the curve of your ass.

At the same time Jake pushes his hips forward against yours, his dick slipping between your thighs. You gasp against Bradley’s mouth as the tip of Jake’s cock rubs through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Bradley takes advantage of the moment, licking into your mouth and deepening the kiss, groaning at the way you were starting to rock your hips in response to Jake, your ass now sliding across Bradley’s dick. 

Jake’s head dips to latch his lips onto one side of your neck, his breathing starting to become as heavy as your own as he slowly starts to fuck himself between your legs, gliding between your thighs. Bradley swiftly follows suit, pushing his hips closer into you, angling his dick until he was also slotted between your thighs. Between your legs was a wet mess, your arousal, your cum, and a mixture of both men’s precum. They both rub their cocks fervently between your legs, fucking your thighs, gliding against each other; Jake’s cock just barely brushing against your folds, Bradley slotted just below him, rubbing his cock against the underside of Jake’s. You see their gaze lock for a minute as they rub their dicks against each other, both of their eyes alight with a kind of wicked challenge, as if daring the other to go on. They both smirk as they both rise to the challenge, letting themselves move between your thighs as they fuck against each other at the same time. 

Your moans are nothing but pathetic mewls as you move with them, squeezing your thighs together, revelling in the sounds it pulled from both men. Your grind your hips, pushing down, desperately hoping to gain more friction as Jake’s tip just barely moves against your throbbing pussy. Your hole clenches over nothing as you frantically buck your hips. Pathetic pleads pass your lips before you even realise you’d spoken aloud.

“Please,” you whimper. “Need you. Need you both,” you pout, nudging Jake’s cheek with your nose, your lips ghosting over his skin. “Need you both inside me,” you whisper brokenly as you reach an arm behind you to caress Bradley’s nape, twisting your head to look at him with imploring eyes. Strong fingers hook under your chin and pull your head until you were confronted with Bradley’s face in front of yours. 

“You still sure you want this?” He whispers gently.

You nod quickly, digging your nails into his nape where your hand was still caressing his neck. Bradley’s smile grows into a taunting smirk that matched the one you were used to seeing on Jake.

“You think you’re ready to take us, angel?” He murmurs darkly, his voice dangerously low and deep.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please,” you add in a whisper, rocking your hips back against him for emphasis. 

Both men hum deeply in acknowledgment to your pleas. They then lock eyes again, that silent communication once again passing between them. The men nod briefly at each other, wicked smiles growing on both their faces.

Bradley moves first, shifting his hips and grabbing his dick in one hand, guiding it from between your messy thighs to between your ass cheeks. He rubs himself between your cheeks for a moment, lubing your tight hole with the slick mixture he’d coated himself in between your legs a moment ago. The head of his cock, wet with his precum, gently nudges against your hole, causing a low moan to lodge in your throat. His warm brown eyes flick up to meet your gaze, silently checking in with you a final time. You nod once, pushing your forehead against his, a tiny ‘please’ passing your parted lips. Bradley tilts his head to press his lips against yours briefly just before he finally, slowly and gently, pushes inside you.

Your mouth hangs open, your breathing ragged as you feel the dull ache of him stretching your tight hole. Bradley moves slowly, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. He takes his time as he steadily sinks inside you, letting you adjust to his size. 

“That’s it baby, you can take him. You’re doing so well,” Jake hums quietly as he kisses your neck lightly. “Such a good girl for us,” he mumbles against your skin. 

Your breath hitches in your throat, your chest rising and falling heavily as Bradley bottoms out, pushing as deep as possible into you. He hums gentle shushing noises as he kisses your face delicately. 

“You feeling okay, baby?” He whispers against your lips, his forehead still pressed against yours. 

You nod, again not trusting your voice. The dull ache was still there, but it wasn’t exactly painful. In fact, it felt good, a delicious throbbing that made you feel spectacularly full.

“Good,” Bradley hums in satisfaction. 

Just then Jake starts to move his hips again, pushing up higher this time. He rubs his dick through your folds, his head nudging against your clit, causing you to jerk towards his touch, your ass moving slightly along Bradley’s cock. Bradley keeps your face turned towards him, his fingers still cupping your chin. 

“Ready to take Jake now?” He murmurs quietly, his moustache tickling your skin as his lips lightly brush against your own. 

You nod silently again.

“Good girl,” he hums, his eyes briefly shifting to Jake’s, as if giving him permission to finally make his move, to finally slot himself inside your aching cunt.

Bradley releases your chin and you’re quick to whip your head back round to face Jake in front of you. Jake's hand, the one that wasn’t pinned underneath him on the bed, moved so his hand could cup your cheek. He thumbs your lips, tugging on your bottom lip, keeping your head in place so he could keep his gaze on your face as he moved to sink himself inside you.

Jake moves just as slowly and gently as Bradley had done, steadily pushing into you, giving you that time to adjust as he stretched you out even more. You hiss lightly at the slight burn, the sensation of being so full. Jake moves cautiously, watching your face the entire time, admiring the way it contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the way your mouth hung open lightly. 

With a final shift of his hips Jake bottoms out inside you, causing moans to escape the both of you as clench already just at the feeling of them both filling you up. 

“Fuck,” he croaks, his voice sounding strained, laced with a strangled groan, “you’re still so tight.”

You mewl pathetically, nuzzling your nose against his neck as you revel in the look on his face; tightened with restraint, as if he was completely overcome with how good it felt to be inside you. 

“Feel how she’s clenching already, Seresin? We haven’t even started fucking her yet,” Bradley hums darkly beside your ear, his voice coated in a taunting chuckle.

You moan pathetically at his taunt, your body involuntarily clenching around them again, causing both men to snigger lightly. You pout pitifully as they taunt you, batting your eyelashes up at Jake as he looked down at you. But he just smirks before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He kisses you hard, messily, hungrily. His tongue and teeth collide with yours just as he starts to gently rock his hips, his cock slowly starting to drag in and out of you. A shiver runs down your body at the sensation, your body reacting on instinct, jerking against him.

Consequently, your ass moves against Bradley, the feeling of his cock dragging within you simultaneously causing your body to wrack with the sensations. Both men groan, almost in sync, as they both start to set a steady rhythm of thrusting into you. They both keep their pace gentle for now, still giving you that time to adjust. But you didn’t need any more time. Their slow pace was only serving to drive you wild with the need for them fuck you faster, fuck you harder. You mewl and whimper pitifully, your body moving frantically, trying to find a rhythm between them, a bit more speed, struggling to move your hips against both men simultaneously.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Bradley hums against your ear, his hand giving your hip a quick squeeze. “Let us do all the work. You just relax, angel,” he coos, gently coaxing your body to stay still as they both keep working to fuck you. 

“But I… I want… I need…,” you whimper between heavy pants.

“Mmm, what do you need sweetheart?” Jake hums in a breathy whisper, his head dipping to kiss your chest, his lips moving towards the valley of your breasts. 

“Use your words angel,” Bradley taunts, his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear, sending another shiver through your body. 

“Please... move faster. Harder,” you pant desperately, as you close your eyes and let your head drop onto the pillow beneath you.

You can practically feel their smirks, the wicked gleam in their eyes. They don’t need to answer you verbally; they let their bodies do the talking for them. Your eyes snap open, a gasp flying from your mouth as both men start to pick up the pace, fucking you a bit harder, a bit faster. Your entire body seems to tighten and convulse as pleasure already starts to sear through you. Bradley keeps one hand on your hip, helping to pull you back against him as he fucks your tight asshole. Jake lets his hand roam the curves of your torso, caressing your side, occasionally moving to knead at your tits before travelling your body again. 

Your upper body had fallen onto the mattress beneath, practically letting the boys use you as they pleased, almost limp in between them. 

Both Jake and Bradley, however, kept their torsos sat up slightly, leaning on their respective elbows as their hips moved against yours. You twist your head slightly to look up and see the men practically glaring at each other as they fucked you. Their rhythms pick up even more, their hips slamming against yours, squashing you between them, each thrust of their hips sending you jolting against the other. A tiny, knowing smile twitches at your lips as you quickly realise what was going on. As was typical between these two usual rivals, they were competing; competing over who could fuck you harder, fuck you better.

The boys’ grunts seem to get louder and louder as they stare each other down, their hips seem to slam into you with more fervour. You roll your eyes despite how hot the scene was; you knew it’d be even hotter if they’d just put their egos aside for a while and let it happen. You sigh deeply as you lean your head back and to the side, letting it fall against the pillow, giving the boys even more space as they glared at each other.

“Will you two cut the shit and just make out already?” You huff finally, gripping their necks and practically pushing them together. 

Bradley just smirks, clearly game for it, inviting Jake in, enjoying the small flare of panic that paints Jake’s face for a second. Jake looks to you momentarily, his eyes wide, just before Bradley’s mouth is on his. Jake sputters for a second, his entire body tensing, hips faltering. But it’s only for a moment, and then he’s melting into the kiss, his eyes closing, lips starting to move with Bradley’s.

You moan loudly, almost exaggeratively, as you watch the two of them. Your pussy clenches at the sight, eliciting synchronous groans from both men as you squeeze them. They continue to make-out, the kiss getting more and more heated, their bodies starting to move in time with each other, rocking against you, sending pleasure coursing through your body. The sight of them of together, their tongues dancing in the heated kiss, it was enough to almost have you cumming sooner than intended.

You can’t help as your body arches, pushing against them, almost involuntarily fighting for their attention to come back to you as a whimper passes your lips. Your nails dig into the back of Jake’s neck as you grip him tightly, pulling him towards you. Jake pulls his mouth off Bradley’s with a sinful pop, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he looks down at you. 

“Something wrong, princess?” Jake taunts, an equally wicked chuckle sounding from Bradley behind you. 

You whimper and pout as you lean to reach for his lips. Jake’s chuckle reverberates against your lips as his mouth attaches to yours again, still curved with his signature smirk. You’d only been kissing Jake for a second before you mouth goes limp, losing focus on the kiss, your lips hanging open as pleasure surges through you, taking over your mind, your body. 

“F-fuck,” you croak as your back arches, your toes curling. “You both feel… feel so fucking good. Sh- shit… I- I’m close. I’m gonna-,” you’re cut off with a pathetic squeak, unable to finish your sentence as your body tenses, reaching the precipice of pleasure. 

“Let go for us baby,” Bradley coos against your ear. “Give us everything, let us feel it,” he whispers huskily. 

With a final strained gasp you obey Bradley’s instruction, letting the build-up of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes and convulses, rocking between the two boys as your orgasm wrecks through you, your pussy and asshole clenching, squeezing both boys as they continues to fuck you carefully. Jake curses incoherently as you clench over him, his hips losing rhythm just as he ducks his head into your chest, his hot breath fanning the valley between your breasts. A strain groaned is muffled against your skin as Jake’s hips finally still, his cock twitching and pulsing inside you as he reaches his own climax. 

“Fuck,” he groans in a dragged-out sigh, “feels incredible, doesn’t she Bradshaw?” Jake hums as he rocks his hips gently, fucking out the last of both his and your highs. 

Behind you, Bradley’s pace quickens, his thrusts getting sloppy and messy in rhythm as he chases his high.

“Y-yes, so good,” he sighs just before a loud groan falls from his lips, his hips stilling as he pushes deeply into you, pressing you tight against Jake’s chest again. 

Bradley groans deeply, almost laughing with his pleasure as his orgasm rushes through him. The room is full of the sounds of heavy breathing as you all slowly rock together, drawing out each other’s highs, bringing yourselves down slowly as the men fuck you gently.

The only other sound in the room is the wetness of the boys still moving slowly inside you, fucking their own cum out of you. The sounds were filthy. Sinful. Far from befitting your callsign and costume. Outside the room you could still hear the steady thrum of the music from the party, the chatter of all the guests. But that wasn’t of concern right now. 

All that existed for now, in this moment, was Jake and Bradley as you lay in between them coming down slowly from your highs.

Yale was definitely gonna kill you guys for the mess on the sheets though…

A/N: I have to admit I don’t think this is my finest work tbh but I was in a rush to finish it bc I worked a 14 hr shift today and I had to scramble to finish this yesterday so yeah sorry if it’s not the greatest piece of writing but I hope it was enjoyable nonetheless!

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

[thevalicemultiverse]

"Be prepared for... creepiness." He click on the light reviling full sized ball jointed manikins in blank white masks and elegant Gothic Lolita gowns.

Victor: [clearly disturbed] Um -- t-thank you for warning us?

Marty: [shaking his head and turning around] Nope. I'm out. Not going in the room of nightmares.

Doc: Marty, I don't think this is going to be quite like that clown house.

Marty: Not taking the chance!