#probably not but it could be fun to play around with

[ghouljams]

He likes those little dresses you wear.

This one especially. The soft white fabric shines in the dim streetlamp's light, the frill at the hem drifting like a cloud around your thighs, just barely skimming below your ass. Pretty thing like you, a worse man might think you were daring him to follow you around. He could probably ball the entirety of that little slip of a dress into one fist. It wouldn't be smart, but he could do it.

Then again nothing about him was smart. A smart man would avoid a rival Don's daughter like the plague, would scorn any mention of the mob's princess, not watch her through a camera lens. Then again it wasn't his brains that let him see you, it was blind determination. The unceasing desire in his chest to get you to look in his direction, to get something so soft and delicate on his mantle, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he-

You toss a look over your shoulder, wiggle your fingers in a little wave, it tears through his heart like a bullet. It's no fun when you don't play along. He smiles all the same, stows the camera and tugs his mask down to follow after you.

No, it may not have been smart, but you were well worth a little stupidity. Especially now that he had that ring on your finger.

[priisprii]

Insatiable — K.MG & C SC

Summary :Mean mean assholes.

Warnings: dom! Seungcheol,dom! Mingyu, sub!fem reader, blow job, handjob, reader's crop top used as a blindfold, degradation,face slapping, cum swallowing, tit pinching, they are mean but you like them mean :3

Word count: 1.8 k

Read the warnings and click at your own risk and minors don't interact.

mingyu and seungcheol are two simple guys with same fucked up mentality and fantasies. they encourage each other run after things they desperately want no matter how wrong it is. They support each other. It's simple.

And you?

You were obsessed with both of them,not just at surface level like memorising thier hangout places and lurking around there or stalking them on social media. Yeah you did that all but it wasn't enough to satisfy your hunger for them.

You meticulously planned coincidence after coincidence, enrolling into the same classes as them, showing up at every party they would be and what not. To the outside world it would seem a series of coincidence just like you hoped but mingyu and seungcheol aren't as stupid and oblivious as you think they are. They know you were embodiment of lady Gaga's song paparazzi.

Seungcheol wanted to maintain distance from you, according to him you weren't the of girl who would be interested in his and mingyu's ways of mind breaking and ruining the girls they bring to bed. Too vanilla he says, how fucking wrong he was. Mingyu helped him change his mind, he knew you were a sick in the head pervert; just like them and you were expert of hiding that side of you behind your innocence filled eyes.

Nevertheless, three of you got what you all always searched for. You —two hot guys with mean and dirty mouths and huge dicks and them; a girl who is just abnormally obsessed with them. They can sometimes be the sweetest people in your life, catering to your every need, providing you with everything you demand, sometimes sneakily beating up your professor cause' he graded your paper unfairly, seungcheol never holding back a punch on guys who eyed you even for a second and mingyu pirating endless movies for you to watch in your free time. They were everything you ever wished for.

♥

A stinging slap was delivered on your face, the impact of it making you come back from your haze. Your eyes were covered with some rag which happened to be your favourite top — until seungcheol decided to tear it off.

"want us to find some other slut who can actually suck a cock properly?" Mingyu asked. annoyed.an underlying threat clear in his voice. you wanted to argue, scream and cry. your throat was all bruised up —a consequence of them using your mouth like a fleshlight from the past half an hour. they sat comfortably on couch playing whatever shitty game you had no idea about while passing you around between them like a cigarette, your knees burning and on the verge of giving up.

Body decorated with their cum, hair, chest, stomach, any part —you name it. Those sadistic assholes can't seem to get tired no matter what.sitting next to each other and conversing about all the fucked up things they are about to do with you, things that would land them in prison for sure but the worst part was—you loved it , loved each and every word, syllabus, command and insult they directed towards you, you loved it more than they could ever.

"Mingyu, be kind, That's not how we treat our fuck toys" seungcheol chides , but you could feel he's just being pretentious and you were right cause' just after few seconds you felt somone back handing you, not with sheer strength but enough to draw out a choked moan out of your lungs. "See that's how you treat erm" seungcheol chuckles followed by mingyu. They were enjoying this a little too much, having someone like you who's far too gone to think straight and allow them to treat you like an absolute rag doll. It's so fun for them to see you breaking down over and over.

Someone bought your mouth closer to their cock, again, probably Mingyu . You weren't even able to smell the cum or his scent, nose too blocked and runny— completely useless. "Now be a good and useful cock sleeve"

You nod aimlessly, licking your lips in anticipation.that wasn't enough for Mingyu though "words dollface ,words" he commands, tightening his grip around your hair. You let out a choked yes and it was enough for Mingyu to get started with you yet again.

"so beautiful yet so filthy" mingyu grunts, outlining your lips with tip of his cock, faintly coating them with your existing spit and cum. once he was satisfied enough he slapped it few times on your cheek "Need you to choke on it" , forcing his dick into your mouth, a choked noise escaped your throat as he buried himself deep touching the back of your throat roughly, he threw his head back, moaning in pure ecstasy .

He continued with his cruel pace, thrusting his hips upwards making you constantly gag and choke around his length , drool pooling around his balls. Your nails were digging into his muscular thigh, anchoring yourself with help of it as you couldn't feel any sensation in your body except the cries of your pussy —begging to be filled up with anything,cock, fingers, dildos it doesn't matter the emptiness was almost painful, clenching around air helplessly.

"mingyu slow down, she will pass out I don't wanna fuck unconscious body" seungcheol complains from side, half focused on the game and half on the porn show happening beside him. He's no better than mingyu, even worse sometimes, when seungcheol is frustrated, he takes it on you— in the most delicious way possible. Landing slaps on your ass and cunt till it's red and swollen up or making you gag around your own panties, his strange obsession with challenging you to be silent while he ruins your insides. Yeah he's no better than mingyu.

the prospect of your passed out body being used by these two men is extremely hot and intense. having your pleasure completely disregarded and thrown out ,just being a real fleshlight for their big and veiny cocks. You need to talk about this some other time with them.

"hyung, can't help it— her mouth is so warm and wet almost as good as her tight cunt" mingyu whines, his cock twitching inside your mouth as his grip on your hair becomes more rigid , a clear sign of him being close. Something about having such a big guy like Mingyu whining because of you makes your chest tight with emotion similar to happiness and pride.

Seungcheol throws the gaming console somewhere, the loud thud echoing in your ears. He takes your hand and spits on it generously before bringing it to his cock , making you wrap your palm around it, his own palm wrapped around yours. In your head which is floating in another dimension this is practically intertwining hands. almost romantic.

"you feel it baby? How hard I am? It's your fucking fault. parading around us in your slutty outfits. told you to wait for few minutes but you just don't understand " seungcheol sneers, biting his lips remembering how they even got you like this in the first place. Teasing them while they were deeply engrossed in their game, hands reaching down your shorts threatening to touch their property, that made them snap.

you whined against Mingyu's cock, sending vibrations down his spine, he pulled your head back, only his tip remaining in your mouth before slamming you down against his length in a quick motion, making you gag uncomfortably, he kept you like that, his unforgiving grip on your hair making you unable to move while seungcheol made you give him a hand job, guiding each of your moments. You were overwhelmed, not sure where to focus; on Mingyu's pulsating length or Seungcheol's painfully hard cock, unsure whether to cry or scream, eyes blinded by the blindfold.

"fuck cumming" Mingyu slurred thrusting his hips upwards one last time before cumming inside your mouth. Ropes of thick, creamy white pooling around your tongue.

" Dare you waste any drop slut" Mingyu rasps still coming down from his high. " She won't gyu, she needs cum like oxygen, right slut?" Seungcheol comments, seeing you swallow his bestfriend's cum like your life depends on it while having you fist his cock with your tiny hand made him so feral, he has never had such a perfect girl at his disposal. Seungcheol found his own orgasm near but he didn't feel like wasting his cum , it belonged in deepest corner of your cunt.

Finally after few seconds or minutes mingyu decides to let you breathe, pulling you away from his cock. you look like you walked straight out his favourite porn; spit and cum smeared all over your face and dripping down your breast. he looks at seungcheol, both being proud of each other to see your defiled state. "Pathetic whore" seungcheol groans.

Seungcheol reluctantly lets go of your hand which was timidly rubbing against cock. He comes near, yanking the excuse of a blindfold off your face, sharp lights hitting you at once, vision blurry due to tears. Mingyu gathers the tears around your eye bags carefully scoops with his two fingers, then puts it in his mouth. The simple action making your pussy needy with desire.

"please touch me" you beg, voice unfamiliar to your own self. your knees finally give out, ass hitting the floor and sitting pathetically. Your headspace was all mushy and soft, blurry vision drinking up their visuals. their upper body was fully exposed,sweat glistening down their skin which you might lick happily if they gave you permission to do so. "touch me please, anyone" you whimpered again.

seungcheol hmms, like he's thinking deep about something before he smirks, getting down on the floor at your level . His hand moves to your exposed breast, carelessly pinching the perky sensitive nipple. "Poor baby, dying to have her desperate pussy filled" seungcheol sings in a patronizing way, continuing his cruel torture on your breast, cupping and pinching the poor bud till it turns into angry shade of red.

"mingyu what do you think? Should we fuck this slut or leave her here all exposed and dripping on the floor like a broken cum dump?" seungcheol leaves the question hanging in the air, slapping your right tit, an evil smirk dancing on his face.

"please, don't leave please I am —" your words were cut off by Seungcheol's slap on your cheek, eyebrow raised, looking at you with disapproving glare.

"are you mingyu dumb slut?" he asks, massaging the area he just hit previously.

"sorry" you mumble, voice barely audible.

Mingyu cooes, feeling bad for you, just a tiny bit, he gets down on the floor, pulling you closer, your back pressed to his chest. hand circling around your neck lightly.

"she's begging, it's only right decision to fuck her hyung till she's begging us to stop" mingyu says tightening his hold around your neck, hand moving down between your legs, moving between your folds and collecting your wetness. " she's so fucking wet" mingyu says, bringing his fingers up near seungcheol, which Seungcheol proudly puts in his mouth, groaning at your taste. He sucks them clean.

"let's take this to our bedroom" seungcheol says, he cups your cheek tenderly"shall we Love?" He asks, masking the lust behind his eyes, mind corrupted with all the possible positions he's about to put you in.You got yourself insatiable freaks who would always stay hungry for your taste.

A/N: I have so many evil ideas for this au .would you all like to read them?

[black-pearl-cookie-lover]

OK so how do you feel about...shadow milk. And souljam play like I feel like he'd be so conflicted because usually he's the one making you scream his name so like the MINUTE you touch his soul jam he breaks like it's soooo sensitive it makes him a mess for you and he just doesn't understand why like geeez why is he literally Cumming over one single touch

^^ shshdjfj idk maybe I'm crazy but I need shadow milk in me so bad it's actually crazy

I also wouldn't mind if you don't write for smc. You could totally change it for black sapphire🙏🙏

SMC x reader

Nsfw under the cut!

The readers gender isn't specified only mentions of "holes" so this is gn!

An: never writen soul jam play before but you have unlocked something in me! (sorry if it's kinda short)

Shadow milk cookie is honestly the cockiest bastard in existence, he's an asshole and absolutely loves seeing you squirm around as you try to keep yourself together! It's just so fun to him.

But when the roles are reversed? Oh he's about to beg, cry and moan like there's no tomorrow, even the smallest of touches to his soul jam make his dick throb painfully so, run your fingers gently against it and he's already whining and crying.

He can't take it being inside of you while you give his soul jam gentle strokes makes his head spin, and when you bend over his body to start to lick it he feels like he's ready to come inside your thight little hole.

"Oh- fuuuck you really know how to- ahg" he can't even properly dirty talk from the over stimulation of your wet tounge over the most sensitive part of him, he just wants to turn you over and fuck you until your insides are painted white for good but he just can't, he's so vulnerable and practically shaking, the thought of even trying to fight you feels like blasphemy, he's enjoying this way too much.

When you bite down on it he just explodes in a whine his whimpering almost pathetic, by the time your done with him he's a complete mess, but be warned! He's gonna get you back... But that's probably what you want right?

[arbitrarykiwi]

Would love to see more sfw/nsfw thangyu x reader content, yours just hits different🥹 interactions just between Thanos and Namgyu are be appreciated as well, even though we know their favourite thing ever is giving all the attention to the reader at the same time lol! (for example them curled up together playing videogames while reader is doing smth else, some kisses/smut between them too etc.)💞

Home Is Where the Throuple Is

Oh em geeeee!!! So I realized I haven’t done a thangyu x reader fic in a HOT MINUTE!!! so when I got this request it got me back into the swing of writing for them!! I have plenty of other requests for them that i now got a new wind for! This ended up spiraling into a full blown smut but i tried to keep some fluff in there too!! I hope I did your request justice!!! ��😋🫶

Warnings: smut (18+) , threesome , mmf, some male x male , probably ooc namgyu and Thanos but idc , oral (f receiving) , dirty talk , double penetration , degradation , praise , squirting, creampie , spit , multiple orgasms , probably more , read at your own risk

“I’m home!!!” You call out, kicking off your shoes in the entry way and hurriedly discarding your coat on the coat rack by the front door.

“In here!” Two voices reply in tandem, coming from the bedroom. Your smile widens, socked feet slipping with each step as you run to the bedroom and through the cracked door.

“Hi baby…” Nam-Gyu sleepily mumbles, pulling he’s head off Thanos’ bare chest. It was obvious he was sleeping just before you got home, cheek red from where it was pressed up against Thanos’ skin, hair a mess and eyes hardly open.

“Welcome home, princess~” Thanos coos happily, shifting to sit up more in bed, pausing the video game he was playing with a click of a button. As he sits up, his arm that was slung around Nam-Gyu is tightening around the sleepy man and keeping him tucked into him when he sits with his back against the pillows.

They’re both laid under the bedsheets, nothing but boxers on with legs tangled in a mess of limbs. You can also see new hickeys covering both their chests- ones you were positive you didn’t leave.

A wide smile spreads across your face as you kick off your jeans frantically. You don’t bother removing your shirt, simply hopping on the bed and making your way to your favorite spot.

“I see you two had some fun while I was gone~” you tease, crawling on the bed and sprawling yourself on top of both of them. Mostly on Thanos chest, and leaned up against Nam-Gyu, you’re holding your head up and looking between both of them, feigning a look of suspicion.

They both chuckle, Nam-Gyu is reaching out to cradle the back of your head and pull you towards him. His lips place a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, “You took too long to get home, we couldn’t help it. He started it” Nam-Gyu says pointing to Thanos.

“You lying fuck! I did not!” Thanos laughs, reaching over you to try his best to slap Nam-Gyu’s ass, though with the position the best he could get is his hip.

Pulling back a bit, you look up at Nam-Gyu and pout, “Ugh! and you didn’t record it to send me pictures or videos?! Lame!” You tease, flopping back down and placing your head in the spot between their shoulders. You then turn towards Thanos, your head still facing down into the pillows of the bed.

Seeing a fresh bite mark on his shoulder your mind is flooded with visuals of what they may have been doing while you were gone. Was Nam-Gyu riding Thanos? Maybe falling forward and biting down on his shoulder much like you did when it was too much??

The thought made your mind begin to fill with static.

“Hey, sweetheart..” Nam-Gyu coos leaning over you, caging you into Thanos. You can feel his nose begin to run along the column of your neck, “I asked you a question.”

“Huh?” You say, eyes wide as you look away from the bite mark, up to Thanos, then to your side trying to see Nam-Gyu- realizing you haven’t even been listening. The sound of both their laughs mix together in such a sweet harmony you’re smiling wide once more.

“What you say? ‘M sorry…i was a little distracted..” you say, biting your lip and running one hand along the expanse of Thanos torso, fingertips dancing along the muscles that ripple in reaction to your touch. Mind once again running wild with flashing imagery of what must have occurred before you got home.

“Yeah, i know~ we’re fucking irresistible.” Thanos chides, exaggerating his words with a sassy lil’ head tilt. One of his hands reaching over to pat your ass a couple times. You roll your eyes, letting out an equally dramatic groan that dies out quickly into laughter. “‘Gyu asked you if you even looked in the bathroom.”

Nam-Gyu’s hand slides around your waist, running up your side, palm splayed out across your ribs and using his placement to pull you further back into him. “Too busy with your head in the fucking gutter you didn’t even see what we did.” You can hear the wicked grin that’s etched across his face when he speaks.

“What y’all did?” You say lifting your chest up off of Thanos and turning your head back to look at then open door of the bathroom conveniently connected to your room. The lights are off but you can see multiple orange flickers of light. And now that you actually pay attention, you can smell soap and candles.

You don’t respond to either of them, you simply pull yourself off the bed and in turn the two of them and make your way over to the bathroom. The second you cross the threshold into the bathroom your smile is widening even more.

A hot bath, filled to the top with bubbles, a rolled joint and a drink sat on the edge of the tub and multiple candles danced and created swirling and thrumming shadows that created a mesmerizing show plastered on the walls.

“Awh! You guys!!” You say, leaning back out the bathroom and cooing at your boyfriends. “You two are literally the best….” You say, voice drawn off into a breathless squeak, still in awe that you were graced with such amazing men you could call yours. I mean one was lucky enough, but having two of them?!? That’s a different breed of luck.

“Take a bath, relax some, then you can have us in whatever way you like, princess.” Thanos says from his point laid out on the bed, Nam-Gyu now tucked into his side. You didn’t address it then, but you were more than certain no matter how hard you tried- you would not be in control tonight.

You smile, your heart feels like it’s vibrating, it’s such a simple yet sweet display of attraction. Mundane, and maybe ‘easy’ in execution, but it is exactly what you needed after a long day. Yet part of you feels a bit guilty, you’ve been gone for so long and working so hard it’s almost weird to relax- you shouldn’t relax when there’s so many chores to do!

You must have stood still for far too long because you soon feel two sets of hands gently push you further into the bathroom. “C’monnn” Thanos playfully groans, large hands running up your sides and bunching your shirt up your stomach, “Time for you to unwind.”

Your shirt is pulled over your head, obscuring your vision from the way Nam-Gyu drops to his knees in front of you pressing gentle kisses to your lower stomach as he unbuttons your pants and shimmies them down your legs.

Your vision comes back, your shirt discarded into a corner of the bathroom. Standing bare in front of the both of them, your eyes lock with Nam-Gyu’s as he stands back up. “Always so fuckin’ stubborn, the laundry is already going, I forced Thanos to do the dishes, and we got groceries so I can cook dinner.”

Nam-Gyu rambles off every possible chore you could have thought of that you needed to do before relaxing. He’s placing his hand on your lower back, pushing you to the bathtub, “The waters gonna get cold if you don’t get in.” He scolds, though you know there’s no real mirth behind it.

With Nam-Gyu guiding you, holding your hand so you can keep your balance, you step over the edge of the of the tub. Thanos appears on the other side of you, taking the pre-rolled joint from the side of the tub and beginning to light it. When your feet hit the water and you begin to smell the acrid smoke, you remember something again and move instantly to step out of the tub, mouth open to say your excuse.

Thanos steps in front of you and blocks you from leaving the “and I already picked up from the plug- so we don’t need to do that either, sexy.” Thanos says, blowing the flame out that burns the joint. The cherry glows red and he takes a small hit, passing it over to you.

Really having all your bases covered now, you’re sitting down in the bath and letting out an involuntary sigh when the hot water surrounds you. “Fuck…” you breathe out, head tipping backwards as you bring the joint to your lips, inhaling a hit and smiling wide. “You two are literally the best.”

“We know.” They say in tandem, their voices blending together. “Now take it easy, smoke some, let me know if ya want another, we’ll be out there waiting for you.” Thanos says, a hand coming to brush back your hair.

You smile blissfully, eyes fluttering shut and lips wrapping around the blunt once more. Each passing second in the warm bath that was prepared by your two boyfriends guides you further away from the stress of mundane work life and into the warm hands of the flowery substance that smokes out the bathroom.

Not sure how long you’ve been in the tub, the waters gotten to be room temperature and the joint is snuffed out in the small ashtray on the edge of the bathtub before you were even thinking about getting out of the tub. Rolling your shoulders back and straightening out your spine, you’re making the valiant effort to get out of the comfort of the tub.

You’re wrapping a towel around your body and working to dry off. It’s hard, standing wet and cold in the bathroom when you’re already missing the all encompassing warmth of the bath. As upset that you were that your bath has come to an end, you feel ten times better. With a yawn and a final stretch, you’re turning on your heels to meet your boyfriends back out in your bedroom.

You’re greeted by a scene that you could never, ever, get tired of. Thanos is sat cross legged on the floor, tongue peeking out of his lips as he concentrates on some video game level he’s been trying to beat for months.

Nam-Gyu is taunting your purple haired lover, laid down on the floor with his head situated in Thanos’s lap, curled up beside him as if being far from Thanos pained him.

“You’re still trying to beat that level?” You tease, taking a couple steps into the bedroom. You walk over to Thanos, running your fingers through his hair absentmindedly as you watch the TV. Thanos’s character dies yet again, having to start over the level the second you begin to watch.

“Oh, hey baby! How was your bath?-“ He quickly diverts his eyes from the screen, looking up at you like an excited puppy before whipping his head back to the screen. “Yes!!! I’m still trying to beat this level! ‘Gyu has already finished the fucking game and won’t tell me how it ends until I finish it so now I have to finish the game…but, I fucking can’t because this level is impossible!!”

“They wouldn’t put it in the game if it wasn’t possible.”

You laugh at Nam-Gyu’s comment, making your way to the bed. Lying with your stomach down on the mattress you’re leaning your chin on your palms and watching the TV with the utmost excitement, “C’mon I know you can do it! I wanna watch you play.” You say encouraging Thanos.

You think you watch Thanos restart the same level at least 15 times, every time he’s finding a new sentence of expletives to string together and another way to blame Nam-Gyu. From rigging the game, fucking with the console, or even accusing him of meeting with the developers of the game to fuck with him personally- Thanos is finding a way to link it back to Nam-Gyu.

Every time, Nam-Gyu is denying whatever accusation, his laughter getting louder as the assumptions get more profound. These are the times you adore, just them in their natural coexistence with each other. The one way the three of you work out was because they were so close- and anytime you got to see it, it was a genuine gift.

Your eyes are solely focused on the screen, Thanos had made it past the part he kept dying at! You’re cheering him on, practically gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw in anxiety for him!! Being certain he would have just given up or died again, you’re so very focused on the TV. So focused, you don’t even realize Nam-Gyu had moved from his spot on Thanos’s lap.

Wordlessly, Nam-Gyu is maneuvering himself off the floor and back onto the bed. You hear him move, your head turning to watch as he crawls on the bed, making his way to knee close behind you. You think nothing of it, you assume he’s just getting tired and wanting to get under the covers. You couldn’t be further from right.

Two cold hands run up your thighs, pushing up the towel as they go. Nam-Gyu positions himself behind you, grinning down in admiration- he could never get over the way you looked under his hands. Any part of you, your soft skin under his hands, his ringed fingers sinking into the flesh- he could never get enough of it.

You’re really naive, you assume he’s just touching you- innocently. It’s not unusual for either of them to just be touchy, wanting to hold you in anyway possible- but you also knew them, nothing was ever totally innocent in nature.

You look over your shoulder, chin propped up on your hand. “Whatchu doin?” You say in a sing-song voice, eyes meeting his dark ones almost instantly. Nam-Gyu shrugs and shakes his head dismissively, “Nothin…”. His hands land on their destination- your hips- quickly. The towel is bunched around your waist, ass and pussy now on display. “Don’t worry about me…keep watching him play.” He says tilting his head towards the TV. “Just lift your hips a bit for me, yeah?”

Biting your lip, you know what’s coming, how could you not?! Yet, even though you could practically tell the future- you knew what was going to happen- but it never got any less exciting.

You follow his command, arching your back and lifting your hips a bit, jutting your ass out. Large hands splay themselves on the globes of your ass, massaging and moving the flesh in every which way possible. He’s just admiring you, spreading you open so he can admire your precious pussy and then squeezing the fat of your ass, shaking his hands so he can watch the flesh jiggle and ripple.

It’s endearing in a way, he’s just feeling you, playing with you- admiring you like you’re a marble statue that was chiseled by the words most renowned artist. “Okay, weirdo, do what ya want.” You tease, turning back around to watch what Thanos was doing on the TV. Reaching down off the edge of the bed, you’re carding a hand through his purple hair and massaging his scalp.

“Who’s the weirdo now? Touching on me while you know I’m tryna focus.” Thanos says, his character in game pausing all movement as he tilts his head backwards, grinning up at you with a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh?? I’ll just stop right now n go to the living room if that’s how it’s gonna be!” You playfully retort, paying little mind to Nam-Gyu who’s still behind you, hands splayed on your ass.

“No you won’t, you love us too much.” Thanos said, grin widening, you can tell he’s almost daring you to try it, to see what happens if you leave the room now and disturb the peace you three have found yourself in. Ever the brat you were, Thanos’ attempts at challenging you only serve to make you want to do it more.

“Oh really? When I have I ever been the one to not try the two of you- oh!”

Your body jolts, becoming rigid. Your mouth falls open, a mix of a squeak and a moan falls from your lips and your eyes are fluttering shut. Cutting you off, Nam-Gyu waste no time in licking a long, fat stripe up your cunt. He’s parting your labias with his tongue, swiping it around your entrance before pulling back.

“Gunna leave now?” Nam-Gyu asks with a laugh, lifting his head up to catch your eyes when you look back to him. His lips and chin are already shining with a thin layer of the wetness that flows out of your pussy.

“I uh…well no, not now..” you laugh breathlessly, admitting defeat easily when you push back your hips searching for more of that delicious feeling Nam-Gyu’s tongue is sure to give.

“Mmm ‘s what I thought.” Thanos says, grin impossibly wide as he turns around to face you. He’s addicted to the way your eyebrows upturn and you bite your lip when Nam-Gyu’s mouth is back on you, it’s so cute. “So easy…” he mocks, reaching up to brush his knuckles against your cheek. The motion so soft and sweet, a sick contrast from his degrading words “Minds all changed just from one of us eatin’ your pretty pussy, hm?” Thanos muses.

You hate how well they know you and how well they know each other, because as you work up a quick witted response, one that was most definitely going to be bratty- Nam-Gyu‘s tongue spears through your labias. Slow and laid flat, his tongue drags down the expanse of your cunt until he’s reaching your clit.

His tongue circles your the throbbing bud in feather light motions, enough for you to feel it but it’s far from enough. You need more. “Nnnhhgh- fuck.” You groan out, pushing your hips back against Nam-Gyu’s face. His tongue readily accepts you, licking the entirety of your pussy before honing in on your clit. Ever so eager, Nam-Gyu is sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it.

Pulling away with a sickening pop, Nam-Gyu is scoffing, “She’s fuckin’ cryin’ already…” and he’s clearly not talking about you. His lips brush against your puffy folds with every syllable, letting you feel the downright sadistic grin etched into his lips.

Thanos gives you a disapproving look, “such a dirty girl…” he tsks, his eyes diverting from yours to look at Nam-Gyu. The shorter males face is covered in your slick, coating his lips and chin in a shiny covering of the most delectable honey, “He hasn’t even been doing much and you’ve already made a fucking mess of his face?”

Thanos eyes seem to light up, the fact that just being around them could make you so turned on, it boost his ego in ways he could never replicate. Dropping one of his hands from your face, he’s grabbing at the thick outline of his hardening cock over his boxers. “I bet you’re fuckin’ creaming all over his tongue, huh?” He coos, but it’s far from soothing- it’s so mocking it makes you pout- eyebrows upturning further and bottom lip jutting out.

Thanos laughs, kissing his teeth, “aht-“ he hisses, almost like he’s scolding a dog who was about to get in a bag of chips, “you’re a big girl, none of that fuckin’ pouting bullshit alright.” It comes out in a low purr, corner of his lips upturned to let you know that despite his words not seeming like it, he loves your cute little pout- especially when it’s formed from him teasing you.

His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, pulling it down and pressing the pad of his thumb to the pink flesh. Nam-Gyu makes your whole body jolt forward, nearly bumping into Thanos when Nam-Gyu’s lips latch onto your throbbing clit and giving it a lonnngg and slow suck. A wet slurping sound takes over the room, almost bubbling against his lips as he consumes your slippery cunt.

“Oh-hoooo, sooo fuckin’ messy.” Thanos says in a breathless laugh. He watches as your eyes roll back and flutter closed, lips dropping into an ‘o’ and a creaky, wrecked moan is ripped through your throat. “Ohhh look at that, see~ that face is so much better.”

You’re pushing back against Nam-Gyu, grinding helplessly as he licks at your cunt. He’s unashamedly messy, using his hands to spread you further apart and bury himself nose deep into your pussy. His grip is harsh, overriding your own grinding by dragging you nice n’ slow over his tongue. His grip leaves no room for noncompliance. “O-oh fuck, s-shit jus’ like thattt..”

The way he’s behind you, sucking, licking, swirling his tongue around your little hole is making your mouth fall open and fall slack. Nam-Gyu pulls moan after moan from your lips, smacking his lips against your pussy as if your arousal was a Michelin meal that was plated before him.

Your eyes snap open when Thanos grabs at your face again- he’s standing down you realize, towering over you and holding your head up to keep his gaze, “Open your mouth f’me.” He says, hand sliding over your cheek to the back of your neck, fisting the hair at your nape to hold you completely still.

Despite your best efforts to obey, Nam-Gyu is making you gush around his tongue, further dirtying his face with your wetness. You can’t open your mouth, you’re reduced to biting your lip and whining.

Thanos tilts his head and rolls his eyes, “Awh, you can do better than that. He’s just eatin’ your cunt, sweet thing, you can still listen to me.” His tone is one that demands compliance, only emphasized by his grip in your hair tightening.

You pry your eyes open, forcing your lips to part. “Mmhn- fu-fuc-“ you can’t even make a coherent sentence, it’s pathetic and both of them caught it. They’re laughing, echoing each other- the vibration from Nam-Gyu’s laugh only makes you gush more around his tongue.

Fucked stupid or not, your mouth is now hung open, and Thanos takes it. He’s leaning over you, holding your head still with one hand and the other hold your chin. He’s sucking his teeth and pursing his lips. A thick glob of spit trails down from his lips in a slow strand. It drops to your tongue in a hot, syrupy puddle.

Your lips are closing, tongue rolling in your mouth as you taste him. It’s so much, it’s so fucking good. They know exactly what you need and how you need it. Reduced to a heap on the bed you’re convulsing against Nam-Gyu. Every slurp, lick, suck, has you coating his face in even more of your thick arousal.

You don’t even realize Thanos has left his spot from in front of you. Nam-Gyu doesn’t either, he’s too busy being nose deep in your pussy, drinking down every bit of syrupy arousal that is granted to him. When he feels the bed sink with the weight of Thanos joining you two, he’s pulling away from your sloppy hole with a lewd pop!

“Decided to finally join us properly?” Nam-Gyu says, meeting Thanos’s gaze with a sultry look of his own. One of his ringed hands comes down on your ass in a harsh slap, prolonging the sting by gripping at the flesh and shaking his hand.

Thanos, eyes already focused on your spread cunt and ass jiggling with Nam-Gyu’s movement, bites his lip and groans dramatically, “Couldn’t let you get all the fun!” He says, more than excited. His wide eyes scan over your spread pussy, admiring how your hole clenches around nothing- eagerly awaiting anything they were to give you.

“Mmm, I suppose not..I’ll let you have a taste, I’m not greedy like her~”. Nam-Gyu coos, directed at your pussy, fingers tracing feather light touches along your cunt. Placing his hands on your hips, Nam-Gyu is maneuvering your limp body to lay with your back to the mattress. Both of them kneel over you, placing one hand each on one of your thighs, pushing your legs open so they have a front row view to your swollen and leaking pussy.

You assume that Thanos is gonna lean down, dive nose deep into your cunt to get the taste of you he wants so bad. With one hand on each of your thighs, their movements mirror each other- hands sliding inwards and caressing your inner thighs before their thumbs rub against the outermost part of your pussy, smearing your essence along your mound like some twisted finger painting.

But Thanos doesn’t lean down and give your clit the attention it so badly needs- no, he’s taking his free hand and grabbing the back of Nam-Gyu’s neck, pulling him forward so their lips can lock together in a wet and messy kiss. Thanos licks eagerly at Nam-Gyu’s lips, coating his tastebuds in the taste of his male counterpart and your sweet cunt.

You whine at the sight, your hips pushing against their hands to try and get more of the stimulation you need. They’re loud, unashamedly so, moaning into each other’s mouth as their tongues roll against each other.

Nam-Gyu moves next, with his hand that wasn’t on you he’s reaching between the two of them and grabbing a hold of Thanos’s hard cock. You get a front row view to the way Nam-Gyu’s hand squeezes around the thick outline of Thanos’s cock over the boxers that are now stained with a large wet spot. Another moan falls out of your mouth when you watch as Thanos begins to thrust into Nam-Gyu’s hand, deepening the kiss with a guttural moan.

It plays out in front of you like your own personal home porn video all while their thumbs brush up and down the sides of your cunt, circling your pulsing hole briefly before trailing back up to brush against your clit. It’s pathetic the way you can feel a thick glob of your arousal seep out of your cunt and fall down the valley of your ass. They’re hardly touching you!

You watch as it gets hotter and heavier, they’re panting into each other’s mouths. Thanos reaches out too, hand dipping below the waist band of the smaller males boxers. Your eyebrows upturn and you’re rutting harder against their fingers that tease your clit so lightly. The more than erotic view before you only makes it worse, you’re throbbing.

Nam-Gyu pulls away first, still connected to Thanos by a wet string of saliva and your own arousal. You want to be the one to speak first, to say something about how hot that was- but you can’t.

Nam-Gyu is looking back down to you, thumbing over your puffy cunt as he watches up squirm and whimper beneath him. “Such a dirty girl…” he muses with a grin. His thumb slides upwards, catching the hood of your clit and pulling it up. When your throbbing bud is revealed to the two males, throbbing and glistening with creamy wetness that sticks to your reddened folds.

Thanos is letting out a low whistle gawking at your spread cunt. “So pretty…” his thumb taps your clit once, twice, three times, to watch the thick white webs of your arousal that stick to his finger when he pulls his digit back. And even as they play, toy, with you, they’re stroking each other’s cocks- bucking up into the stimulation without any care.

“You’re so wet, baby, ‘s a little pathetic.” Thanos adds, dipping his thumb that was tracing your puffy labias into the tight ring of your entrance, watching how you cream around his finger- even if he’s barely sinking it into you. “Tight little thing, huh? Always is..” when he finishes speaking, his sinking his thumb the tiniest bit further into your heat only to pull it right back out- popping his finger in his mouth.

Nam-Gyu is shifting, releasing his hand from Thanos cock and laying stomach down on the mattress, adjusting himself quickly to be face to face with your cunt.

Nam-Gyu is shifting, releasing his hand from Thanos cock and laying stomach down on the mattress, adjusting himself quickly to be face to face with your cunt. “Mmhn…finger her properly will you? Wanna watch her squeeze ‘round your fingers.” He scolds Thanos, breath fanning over your cunt as he speaks, eyes already inspecting the way your tight hole practically sucks in the tip of Thanos’s thumb deeper into your cunt.

Thanos lets out a low growl of a chuckle and is joining Nam-Gyu, laying on the bed right next to his counterpart and leveling his face with your pussy. “So pretty…” Nam-Gyu mumbles, watching as Thanos switches out his thumb for two of his thick fingers. With how wet you are, they slip in so easily. You’re already creaming around his fingers, hips moving on their own to silently beg for more.

Nam-Gyu leans in, placing a soft kiss to your clit, “you’re always so fucking wet…all for us too..” he mumbles, lips dancing against your most sensitive flesh and his eyes looking up to meet your gaze, “y’always treat us so fucking well…I dunno how we got so lucky….” He’s rambling now, sweet words that make you whimper and flush. You’re rotating between fucking yourself down on Thanos’s fingers and lifting your hips up to grind your clit against Nam-Gyu’s lips.

Thanos curls his fingers, immediately finding the spot that makes liquid heat pool deep within your lower stomach. He knows you so well, he’s scissoring his fingers and stroking at that throbbing spongey spot that is making your hiccup out jumbled please of ‘more’ and ‘please!’.

Thanos’s grin widens, he’s upturning his eyebrows to match your expression, thrusting his fingers deep into you, “Ohhhh~” hes cooing, “That feel good?” He asks just as Nam-Gyu is leaning back, pulling the hood of your clit back to give both of them an obscene, wide open view of both of them ruin your cunt. You can’t do anything else but nod.

Nam-Gyu leans back in, placing a wet, hot kiss to your engorged clit. He’s sucking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue up the slick soaked bud. You’re throwing your head back, one of your hands anchors itself to his long black hair. “‘s it pretty baby, jus’ let us do what we do best.” Thanos says, fingers still working you open.

Nudging his shoulder against Nam-Gyu’s he’s squeezing in between your legs and licking along your inner thigh, “move the fuck over, I wanna eat too.” Nam-Gyu scoffs, reluctantly moving over, unlatching his lips from your sucked raw cunt.

They don’t give you a second to breathe, both of them are back on you. It’s a mess of tongues, lips, and your wetness. Their tongues run against your soaked cunt, allll the way down before meeting back up at your clit. In alternating patterns, their tongues flick against the throbbing bud, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm that has been drug out for so long.

“O-oh fuck, please! I wanna cum so bad.” You’re whining out, a hand on the back of their heads, pressing them into your cunt. They turn their heads slightly, their lips meeting in a lewd, straight up pornographic kiss. They’re both aggressive, lips interlocking over your clit, tongues licking at each other’s mouths greedily, your little bud only caught in the delectable cross fire.

“We’re not stopping ya…” Nam-Gyu huffs out, pulling away just the slightest bit, “Make a mess of our faces, pretty.”

“Plus we needa get you ready to take both of us, go on baby, cum for us.”

The knowledge that they would both be balls deep in your cunt in just a bit makes you gush more around them. Both of them work harder, Thanos’ fingers thrusting into you so hard it’s jolting your ass against his hand and moving you against the bed. Wet smacks and slurps fill your ears as both of them work expertly to eat you out until you’re seeing stars.

“Mmmf- F-fuck!! ‘M gonna cum!” You’re crying out, feeing the liquid heat bloom over your whole body. Your limbs are locking up and you’re gripping their hair so tight you’re sure you might have ripped a few strands loose. They take your words as encouragement, their tongues tangling once more, surrounding your clit in a wet, hot heat that sends you over the edge.

Jumbled, wanton, wrecked cries of their names rip through your lungs as you cum. You’re gushing against their faces, a stream of cum becoming a sprinkling mess as they lick and suck, you through it- dirtying their chins, Thanos hand, and the bedsheets underneath you.

They don’t let up until you’re pulling at their hair, “‘s too much! Ohmygod! Fuck, fuck!” Both of them unlatch their lips from you, staring down at your raw cunt with an insatiable lustrous look.

“There you go….” Thanos coos, pulling his fingers from your pussy. You’re whining and wiggling your hips at the fullness that was pulled away from you despite your overstimulation. “Look at that…” he adds, holing his fingers up and spreading them. Thick, creamy strands of your cum web between his fingers and coat him down to his wrist.

Pointing them towards Nam-Gyu, Nam-Gyu is sitting up with Thanos and dropping his mouth open. He takes Thanos’s fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, savoring every last bit of your taste he can get. Nam-Gyu looks towards Thanos, taking his fingers deeper in his mouth- never breaking eye contact.

“Oh fucking hell…” Thanos groans out, biting his lip and rubbing his fingers against Nam-Gyu’s tongue. Once more, you’re granted with a view that is ramping up the arousal they just fucked out of you. They are both painfully hard, cocks jumping against fabric as they have a moment with each other. “Yeah I need to cum, I can’t take it anymore.”

Nam-Gyu chuckles around the fingers and lolls his mouth open. “Hm..I bet you do, looks painful.” He teases, looking down towards Thanos’s cock. “You’re the one to fucking talk.” Thanos responds, reaching the fingers that were just in Nam-Gyu’s mouth down below his waist. He’s pressing against the wet spot that Nam-Gyu’s cock had made in his boxers.

You witness how Nam-Gyu’s cocky demeanor is crumbled as he whines and bucks up against Thanos’s hand, further proving the purple haired rappers point. You can’t even blame him, you’re much worse off than he is. Now coming back to reality, the fog of your orgasm dissipating from your mind, you’re whining out again, remembering Thanos words from before- they were getting your tight cunt ready to take both of them.

“Want both of you inside me.” You pout, lifting yourself up on your elbows to try and give your best demanding tone despite the way your breath still shudders. They look down at you like a piece of meat and they’re the pre adapted ready for slaughter.

“Can’t keep the princess waiting can we?” Thanos says reaching out to grip at the waist band of Nam-Gyu’s boxers. His cock springs free and is immediately bouncing up the second the elastic waistband snaps off of his hips. He’s thick, tip of his cock so red, and he’s leaking. You can see the mess of pre-cum that stains the dark hairs at the base of his cock, even more thick droplets emerging from his slit and dripping down the sides of his cock, following a thick vein that runs on the underside of his length.

Nam-Gyu hisses, wrapping his own hand around his length, seeking the stimulation he’s been needing for hours now. “I don’t think I can wait much longer either…” Nam-Gyu laughs breathlessly, looking back down to you, “could cum just from eating you out, i’m fucking leaking.”

You’re scooped up like you weigh nothing, Nam-Gyu pulling you off the bed and spinning you around. With your back flush against his chest, he’s falling back onto the bed. You feel the heat of his cock rest against your cunt, situating you perfectly so every slight adjustment had his thick-cock head rubbing against your clit. His hands are running up and down your sides, feeling every bit he can and caging you to him.

Thanos appears back in front of you, his boxers discarded somewhere in the room- you didn’t even see him take them off!! They move with such fluidity that it has your mind spinning and cunt fluttering against Nam-Gyu’s cock. Nam-Gyu’s hands slide under your thighs, pushing your legs up and holding them wiiide open.

“A-ah oh f-fuck…” it slips out of you before you can even realize, just looking down at both of their thick cocks resting against each other, prodding at your tight hole that would surely be ruined and stretched completely by both of them. Thanos laughs, grabbing the base of his cock and smacking it against your pussy with a lewd plap! plap! plap! That makes you jolt each time the heavy feeling of his cock-head hits your clit.

“Mmhm..’s a lot isn’t it?” Thanos reply’s mockingly, pressing a thumb to the top side of his shaft to pin it against your pussy completely. He thrusts shallows, dragging his length along your cunt and in turn, the tip of Nam-Gyu’s cock. The moan you intended to hold in comes out in a sound similar to a wail when the added sound of Nam-Gyu’s moans send you over the edge. He’s so close to your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder and nose buried against the crook of your neck, you can hear every hitch of his breath, every low grumble, every groan. It’s driving you insane.

“Mphf- f-fuck,” The male under you shutters out, bucking his hips up into Thanos thrusts, needing to feel more of him and you. “You can take it, you always do.” Nam-Gyu mutters, you can hear the way he’s clenching his teeth in the way he talks. He removes a hand from your thigh, grabbing at his cock and maneuvering the thick cock-head to probe at your pulsing hole.

“Need to be inside you so fuckin’ bad, wanna feel you squeezing the fuck outta my cock.” Nam-Gyu growls, canting his hips upwards to begin to press his cock into your heat. It’s a welcomed stretch, your cunt spearing itself open on his length and sucking him in greedily.

Thanos stares transfixed, watching how the more Nam-Gyu sinks into you, the more creamy, white arousal bubbles out of your cunt and soaks his cock. “There you go, pretty girl, thas it..” Thanos slurrs, thumb running along the sides of your swollen cunt, feeling the way you’re stretched open, “Take ‘em in nice and deep…he was such a good boy earlier he needs it.”

Both you and Nam-Gyu let our wrecked moans from the stimulation and the praise. It’s all so much! You’re hearing how Nam-Gyu growls as he skinks into you and whines when Thanos calls him a ‘good boy’. You’re feeling so full and it’s just Nam-Gyu, he’s bullying his cock so deep into you, molding your insides to his shape. And in front of you you’re blessed with the visual of Thanos jacking off his own cock above both of you smiling in that way. It’s crooked, sadistic even.

“Fuck! You’re so fuckin’ warm… tight as fuck… taking me so well.” Nam-Gyu chokes out in a jumbled mess, placing both hands back on the underside of your thighs and pushing in fully. Sheathed fully inside you, he begins thrusting shallowly, grinding his thickness into you.

Thanos places a hand on your lower stomach, feeling the way Nam-Gyu’s cock is already bulging against your stomach. You can’t decided where to look, where Thanos presses his hand thumb moving downwards to your clit, where Nam-Gyu’s cock rocks in and out of you, or watching Thanos stroke his own cock.

Thanos, realizing your odd dilemma chuckles, low and raspy, “What ever would you do without us?” His thumb pulls at the hood that shields your clit, revealing the pearl to him in all its throbbing glory, “without having both of us, You wouldn’t be able to satisfy this sloppy pussy, huh?”

Nam-Gyu lets out a breathless chuckle from below you and thrusts up into you particularly hard, your cunt making a loud squelch! with the force. You’re left a moaning mess, mouth hung open as you take everything given to you. “She’d be a mess…” his hands grip your thighs harder, “she needs two cocks to stretch her out…our pretty girl wants to be full. Isn’t that right?”

Nam-Gyu bites at the spot behind your ear, almost like a dog trying to mark his mate. Hips beginning to pick up pace, “she’s fucking squeezing like she’s gonna snap my dick off, she wants it bad~” He teases, “c’mon baby use your words. If I already fucked ya stupid how are you gonna take two cocks?”

You feel Thanos press into you the slightest bit more, beginning the dull throbbing stretch that you desired. “Yes! F-fuck please, both of you! I c-can take it!” You’re practically sobbing out, rolling your hips downward to try and get Thanos to slip inside you yourself.

He’s thumbing circles over your clit and leaning over you, the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt, right over where Nam-Gyu was. Before you can respond, although you’re positive the response wouldn’t have been more than a whine, he’s capturing your lips in a filthy kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue as his tongue moves against yours.

As he kisses you, swallowing any moan that Nam-Gyu pulls from you, he’s thrusting forward, the fat tip of his cock sliding into your cunt with a nasty pop! The second his tip is all the way inside you he has to sill himself, he was about to blow his load then and there. You’re so tight, it’s nearly constricting. He can feel the way his cock slides against Nam-Gyu’s- he can fucking feel every vein on Nam-Gyu’s dick.

You couldn’t speak. Your breath is stolen from your lungs and all you can do is let out a broken, wrecked sob. Your eyes are fluttering back into your head, your mind filling with static as you’re stuffed completely full.

When Thanos slides in fully, the sound of all three of your moans seem to harmonize. Both of them, balls deep inside you and making you feel so fucking full. It’s almost pathetic the way your cunt gushes around them, greedily sucking them deeper as if you weren’t already split open beyond capacity.

“Fuck, there you go, ‘s ittt…” Thanos draws out, grinding his hips to make sure you feel all of them. His hands replace Nam-Gyu’s on your thighs, practically bending you in on yourself. Nam-Gyu’s thrusts jolt, getting used to the extra stimulation of Thanos’s cock thrusting against his in your tight cunt.

Thanos leans back, tipping his head down to get a nice good look at your ruined cunt. “Oh-! Fuck ‘s so much.” You slur, mouth hung open and drool already pooling over your chin. Thanos groans, thumb coming to rub at your clit, coaxing more and more of your pretty little sounds out of you and your pussy.

Both of their cocks stretch you so obscenely wide it’s like some porno you’ve seen online. You swear you can feel them in your fucking throat. It’s so fucking much, but you take it, your pussy gushing and clenching around them, a silent plea for them to move, you need it!!

“It is, isn’t it? Having both inside your tight little cunt, I bet it feels so good.” Nam-Gyu chides, replying softly from under you, his hands moving to touch anywhere they can to only stop on your breasts. He’s squeezing and massaging the flesh before his fingers move to squeeze at your nipples, flicking the hardening buds to rock hard peaks- every brush of his fingers makes you convulse more against the two men. “I can feel you fucking making a mess of us…so fuckin’ sloppy.” When he speaks, his lips brush against your neck, plotting out his next spot to mark.

At he speaks, they pick up their thrusting. They’re devious with it. They’re pushing in and out of your wet heat in alternating patterns, giving you no time to breathe. It’s mind numbing, truly. So little, and you’re already fucked stupid.

“And she’s still going. Gushing everywhere. Mm, poor little thing, missed us…” Thanos replies back to Nam-Gyu, talking to him like you weren’t even sandwiched between them. Your whines and moans urge practically drown out their words. “Wanna feel her cum, ‘Gyu…y’think we can make her cum fast? I reallly wanna feel her choke my fuckin’ cock.

With their words and dizzying thrusts, you cannot respond. You’re fucked dumb so quickly, gaped around the both of them that you couldn’t form a coherent sentence if you tried. It would just come out as babbles and pleas for ‘more!’ And ‘uh-huh!’.

Nam-Gyu chuckles, stilling his thrusts for a second. He’s bringing his knees up and planting his feet on the mattress. One of his ringed hands comes up to splay itself on your lower neck, pressing down slightly on your collarbones. Thanos is leaning forward, placing his hands on the mattress, caging you in completely. He leans his face inches away from yours, nose tips brushing against each other.

“Come on pretty, give me what I want, yeah? Want you to squirt all over our dicks, make even more of a mess for us.”

You’re nodding dumbly, jolting against Nam-Gyu with every froward thrust. They both pick up speed, jackhammering their cocks into you in a brutal pace that has you seeing stars. They can feel how your walls tighten, you never can last long like this- not with both of them inside you.

“O-oh fuck! ‘M so close!” Your own voice embarrasses you, it’s wrecked and creaky. Your face as become with with tears you didn’t even know you were crying, your lips are wet with your drool, and the two cocks bullying their way inside you had you swearing you could taste their precum allll the way up on your tongue.

“Good fuckin’ girl- oh fuck- show us just how much you like this.” Thanos rasps, his own voice becoming broken. As much as he tries to keep the dominant, unaffected, facade he always has- the feeling of Nam-Gyu’s cock sliding against the underside of his is driving him insane.

Every other side of his cock is surrounded in the vice like grip that is your cunt, it’s a maddening feeling. He’s fucked stupid at this point just like you were. All his mind is telling him to do is cum so fucking deep in your cunt that you’ll be feeling it for days.

Thanos breaks, he’s dropping most of his weight on you, leaning forward and brushing his nose along your pulse point. One of his hands braces itself on the pillows of the bed, the other is reaching behind you to cradle Nam-Gyu’s head, threading his fingers in black hair to try and anchor himself.

With Nam-Gyu’s chin hooked over one of your shoulders and Thanos leaned over you to bury his face in the crook of your neck on the opposite side- their moans are right next to your ear. They’re whispering expletives, groaning and growling, moaning your name- it’s driving you over the edge so so quick.

One of Nam-Gyu’s wandering hands drops to your clit, fingers rubbing messily against the throbbing bundle of nerves. He’s groaning louder into your ear when he feels how gaped you are on their cocks, puffy lips protruding outwards and sliding along the sides of their soaked cocks.

“Gotta cum with us, please, fuck, need to feel you squirt on my cock.” Nam-Gyu hisses, his teeth clenched as he hones in on angling his thrusts just right and rubbing your cute little clit in the way that he knows will have you cumming.

You’re tensing up and spasming around them, squeezing them both so tight their thrusts stutter. Both of them let out echoing choked moans, their thrusts finding a sloppy rhythm again that’s harder, faster, gliding against your g-spot and pounding your cervix. Quickly your orgasm comes crashing over you, lighting up your body and stealing your breath away.

“Fuck!!!!! ‘M cumming! D-don’t stop! Fuckfuckfuck!” You’re practically sobbing out, tears clumping your lashes together and wetting your cheeks when they roll back into your head.

They fuck you through it- they always do. It’s so nasty the way you can hear your orgasm gush out of you, wetting the sheets and both of them in the clear liquid.

“There you go! Fuck yes, you just keep going.” Nam-Gyu huffs from below you, fingers working rapidly against your clit, making even more of a mess of all three of you. “Gonna cum so deep in your tight little cunt you’re gonna take it alllll.” He’s hissing, pistoning his hips into your quivering mess of a hole.

Thanos seems just as turned on by Nam-Gyu’s words as you are. The thought of Nam-Gyu’s cum mixing with his own, them fucking it deeper into your pussy, his mixing with it- it drives him mad.

“Hnngh- fuck!” Thanos rasps, hips driving so flush with yours that he’s folding you like a pretzel and pressing balls deep inside you and cumming ropes. You can feel each thick gooey strand coat your cunt, deep inside, only adding to the complete and utter fullness.

Nam-Gyu doesn’t last long after that, he’s moaning out mixes of curses, praises, and both of your names. His hand removes itself from your clit and he’s wrapping his arms completely around your waist. He’s whimpering ‘thank you’s’ and whimpers that you wish you could get on recording. He’s cumming just as hard as Thanos, coating you in his load that just keeps coming. It’s so much that it’s not spilling out of you.

Reduced to a boneless heap on top of Nam-Gyu, you’re whimpering and shaking. Every shallow thrust they make, fucking their mess of cum back into you- overstimulating both you and them- you can hear the sticky, gooey sounds of the mess that spills out of you, dirtying all of your thighs.

“H-hah fuck- please- it’s, oh fuck, it’s too much.” You whine, your pussy spasming wildly, every soft grind has Thanos’s pelvis grinding against your clit- it’s mind numbing.

“E-easy, baby…” Thanos says, running his nose along your neck, placing gentle kisses in its wake, “l-let us stay like this f-for a bit.” He doesn’t want to leave the warmth and constricting vice that is your cunt. He wants to keep feeling Nam-Gyu pressed against him in the most erotic way.

Nam-Gyu is following suit, placing open mouthed kisses on your shoulder as he tightens his grip on your waist, “you’re so warm…” he mumbles, “you c-can take it, y’always do…”

So of course, you’re stuck sandwiched between them for over an hour, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Listening to the sounds of their breaths and the dull throb that remains with both of them inside you is so oddly comforting you’re exhaling a big breath, closing your eyes and lolling your head to the side, your forehead pressing against Thanos’s.

“Ahh nope!” Thanos says tiredly, pulling himself up and sighing, “No falling asleep yet.” He knew you too well, a minute more like this would knock you out into a deep sleep. “we gotta get you back in the bath and clean you up. Sheets need to be changed too.”

“Fuckin’ soaked everything.” Nam-Gyu says, loosening his grip on you and dropping his hands to the bed, arms at his side, “oh wow..” he says shocked, “yeah you fucking soaked the sheets- we have to get up and change them.” He laughs, proud of the mess you made.

Bottom lip jutted out you’re peeling your eyes open and whining, “I’m so tired…I don’t want to move.”

“Mhm…I know.” Thanos says, a pout on his face much like your own, genuinely empathetic. I mean…you just took both of them the way you did?! Yeah, it would be weird if you wanted to get up and move. He leans back down, placing a slow, lazy kiss on your lips. “Get up now f’us and….” He pauses to think of a way to bribe you.

“We’ll do the dishes and laundry for a week without you asking.” Nam-Gyu finishes, tapping your hip. Your eyebrows raise, quite enjoying the proposition. “What?! Man, I didn’t agree to that one.” Thanos whines, pulling back from you suddenly.

“Sold!” You say with a wide smile. So with the assistance of both of them, they’re pulling out of you slowly and assisting you to the bathroom. As Thanos begins to run you your second bath of the night, Nam-Gyu guides you to the vanity in front of the mirror. He holds you up with one arm around your waist, the other reaches out grabbing the hair brush on the counter.

So there you stood- still in the aftermath of being fucked stupid- being doted upon by your boyfriends. Nam-Gyu brushing the many knots out of your hair and Thanos beginning to roll a small joint just for you. You could definitely get used to this. Thankfully they’re all yours!!

I’m sorry this one is a lil long winded I just got so into writing it!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed, it’s been a hot ass minute since I did a thangyu smut fic!

Taglist: @namsgyu @nuttybeans @namgyucat @g1rlonthe3internet @reilapse @yuuumeee @thanosspills

((Lmk if you’d like to be added to my main taglist for everytime I release somethin’))

[krispdreemurr]

They don't remember this.

What they have is patchwork, fragments. The dark under the trees. The chain or tail or string around her leg. The way they'd held onto her hand, tried to pull her up.

The way that, suddenly, there had been nothing to hold.

There had been nothing to hold with.

Their memories regain order and sense hours later, laying half-frozen in a snowbank as people yelled and rushed around them.

They had tilted their head, a little, and looked at their hand.

In the predawn light, it had looked gray.

—

There’s a shape their hand remembers.

They sketch a shape again and again, even though they can't even make out what it's meant to be. Their hand traces lines in the air, on loop. Even as they try to wash it clean, even as they try to will it to stop, the shape keeps coming back again and again.

The people they talk to after drawing ask them to explain what it is they're drawing, and they try.

The words never come.

They just keep sketching the same shape in the air.

—

There's a song their hand remembers.

They're at Noelle’s again, half-waiting for her mom to get home so they can talk about the latest phone call, half-hoping that she never comes by at all.

They try to play with her. They try to have fun the way they used to. But they keep circling back to what they know, what they did, the fragments in the dark, the duet that won't come because they–

Sometimes the piano helps.

It doesn't today.

As they sit in front of the keys, staring at them, their hand lifts. Presses four notes, twice over. Shifts a little deeper. Plays the sequence again, twice. Shifts back up. Repeats.

It's a little nice. It's like stimming. It at least works out some of the nervous energy.

But they don't know where the notes are from.

It's easy to keep playing them, at least, and so they sink into that for a little while.

—

There's a trick their hand remembers.

They lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, barely able to do anything else. They'd managed the insertion of the connection - her terms, and probably nicer than anything they thought to call it - a month ago, and every day and night since has been like this.

Their limbs heavy. Their mind empty. The world so distant.

“The connection is there. The other end is not,” she had said. “For now, it’s dormant. You’ll have to learn to work against it.”

And they manage enough - they eat, they go to school, they shower, they have basic conversations. Everything feels like they're pushing against a heavy, numbing fog, but they can learn to do that.

But tonight. Tonight they're tired, and they can't muster enough will to even properly roll onto their side.

With effort, they lift their hand to their chest, rest it over their hoodie. If they could just take it out, they think. They know - it can only be coaxed out with the Dark World’s power, and otherwise it's seated deep within them, but - but if they could just grab hold–

Their hand looks gray against the pale light of artificial stars.

It sinks in, and grips onto something, and pulls.

There's pain, burning, blinding, unbearable–but–but–

But the pain ebbs, and takes the fog with it, and they are themself again, with their hand clutched around something brilliant red.

They stare for a second, and then they break into disbelieving laughter.

(They go three days before the guilt makes them call her - but she doesn't sound disappointed. If anything, she's eager to put them back to use.)

(They wish they'd kept a secret.)

—

There's something they almost remember.

They stand on the street outside the school, still hazily numb from everything that had happened. Their thoughts are rushing, stumbling. They feel more awake than they have in months. They feel bone-deep exhaustion.

There's a tug from their chest, and they frown as they rummage through their pockets, checking what's there. Pencil, some sort of amorphous blob–

They feel a sting of sharp pain.

They lift the thing out of their pocket.

It's just a piece of glass, a jagged shard from a window or something. They look at it, tilting their head–

Through the glass, they see the street beneath their hand.

Like it isn't there at all.

They jolt, and the angle breaks. Just glass in their hand, nothing more.

They tuck it back into their pocket as quickly as they can.

They don't want to think about it any more.

—

They promised to remember this.

Despite that, it's still fragmented. The room picked out in shades of green. Someone telling them that copies were grayscale but colored in with care. A story, behind a tree, and a man.

They had said something, in the gap they knew would be forgotten by everyone.

Maybe it had been gratitude. Maybe it had been dismay. Maybe they had just asked why, what it meant, why he'd bothered, if it was theirs at all, if they'd lose it again or forget it or–

The man had only smiled, and pressed an egg into the palm of their hand.

Blue against eggshell white.

They remember those colors, when the rest fades.

[phoenixyfriend]

I am thinking... about Integration-adjacent AUs, where the Mandalorian empire is OFFICIALLY anti-slavery but they have a fun little exception for criminals and POWs. This is mostly just implemented as "stick 'em in the brainwashing tower," but

Satine has a concubine. Obi-Wan.

People are very critical of this not for moral reasons, but because Obi-Wan is too clever by half and keeps offering political opinions, despite being half-naked and draped in sheer fabrics and gold chains etc. He's not even force-cuffed! He could be using JEDI MIND TRICKS!

He also keeps having shady conversations in dark corners with Satine's political rivals, and her allies are worried that he's here as a plant by the Trads to destabilize her rule and destroy the New Mando movement in pursuit of a Glorious Ideal because Obi-Wan is somehow(?) more Mando than Satine herself is.

Cut to behind the scenes and it's revealed that Satine and Obi-Wan met YEARS before, and fell in love in part because of shared ideals regarding pacifism and anti-imperialism, and hatched a plan for him to be FAKE captured so she could request him as a "pet" to keep at her side but actually he's her secret weapon and there fully of his own choice, and he's playing the trads like a fucking fiddle.

Obi-Wan did go through the brainwashing tower when he first arrived (they already planned on him being her concubine, so it wasn't a surprise when the Mandos put him through an unusually horny training regimen) and hasn't given anyone reason to put him in the brainwashing building since, because he feels a duty to stay at her side.

Probably this initially takes place through the POV of like... Anakin or Jango or something. As soon as some Crucial Plot Element is done with, Obi-Wan just kinda stands up and stretches and goes That Was Fun, I Should Go Now, and then he and Satine flirt a bit about how he has to return to the Jedi as the awe and horror builds in everyone around them, realizing what the hell has been going on for the past few years.

Bo-Katan, who's like twelve, off to one side: So does that mean you're actually going to marry him now that he doesn't have to pretend you own him? Obi-Wan: Oh, I'm afraid not. I've enjoyed my time with the Duchess very much, but I've a life to get back to. Bo-Katan, who was being half-raised by him since the parents died and Satine took over: NO! Anakin, smug, at Bo: And he's taking me with him!

It is at this point that Bo-Katan attempts a murder.

(NGL this came to me as a flash-in-the-pan vibe from one (1) sentence in this smut fic by @bittodeath, but also halfway through I realized I was kind of bouncing off of this AU I did a few months back.)

[mottysith]

hai sigma :333

* explodes into multiple cats*

May i order chance x Male or Gn Reader plz

Hope this isn’t out of ur comfort zone but if u could make reader “Tsudere” (🥀) then that would be great :33

Tank chuu!!! ^^

Pairing: Pre-Forsaken! Chance x Male! Tsundere!reader

Warnings: May be OOC, other than that Nothing, reader is a little mean.

This was extrangely very fun to write LMAO

The first time the both of you met wasn't the most pleasant one. It was a slow day at the casino, most of the funniest regulars weren't on sight and Chance was extremely bored, flicking a coin multiple times to try and make time go faster.

He did that until a certain someone catched their eye. A strangely well dressed guy with an annoyed face thats seemed to never get off. The way his face retorted with disgust everytime someone got a little too close to him and how he seemed uninterested in almost everything inside his parent's Casino, a place full of distractions. In their eyes, the guy was certainly someone interesting.

But of course old ways never go to waste, he flicked their coin before making a decision, heads to approach you and tails to let you go.

Flip, 'tails'

...

Chance just stared at the coin, completely ignoring what it showed and flipping it multiple times again.

Flip 'tails

Flip 'tails'

...

Flip

Chance was feeling a little impatient, the result of the coin flip being inside his palm, they slowly opened them to show what was the result of the coin.

...

'Tails'

Well, even if the chance is absolutely not on their side he is going to approach the guy who catched their attention. And just a little bit of danger isn't going to put him down of a certain challenge.

Full of confidence Chance approaced the boy, thinking of a thousand pick-up lines to tell him about.

"Hey there handsome-" "Fuck off" The guy he tried to talk to cut them off in a mean way, Chance got a little surprised by that, since they usually aren't received like that.

Before he could try to keep up a conversation the guy left, leaving them spechless.

Chance probably got your name by an external source, may it be a friend of yours or the internet. Since you were clearly unwilling to share it to him.

And probably that's how he got your number too, texting you drunk some stupid cheesy text that your answered in two ways: with slurs and blocking.

The way the two of you finally managed to somewhat bond was that Chance never stopped bothering you everytime you went to his parent's Casino, buying you drinks that for some reason you decided to accept with an annoyed face.

Also, they flirted with you a lot, the alcohol in their system making him a lot more confident to try and talk to you.

"You must be really good at playing cards, because you just played your way inside my heart"

"Really?" The guy answered uninterested while drinking the second free drink he got that night.

Eventually you gave them the time of the day, since you somewhat found him amusing and entertaining unlike everyone else you know, and differently to the girls you manage to easily score Chance is something different, more... riskier.

As time passed your reaction towards him started to slowly differ, how your eyes brighten up everytime you saw his face. How your cheeks blushed slightly everytime they joked around you. The way you slowly began to search for him even though you didn't had a reason to.

Of course you were at first very conflicted with yourself mentally, after all, you slowly let him creep inside your heart. Their kissy faces towards you making you stay awake until late hours of the night, thinking about him.

Oh fuck, you actually like them. The realization hit you like a truck, and Chance luckily noticed that too.

You didn't wait long for a real confession from him, since they declared to you, and for some reason, you accepted it. With some snarky comment on the side

Though at first the only one who gave gifts was Chance, with time somehow you were the one who gave him a lot of stuff, trinkets you found that reminded you of your partner during work, or more pricey things that somehow you didn't mind to spend your hard-earned money just to gift it to Chance. Of course you will never admit you put thought on the gift you give them, telling him to just take it and not ask questions.

Even though you try not to show weakness for him, Chance can see through everytime now, unlike the first time the two of you met.

"Don't worry, my heart will always belong to you handsome" Chance flirted to you in a romantic way, his smooth talking actually managing to pierce your heart, like if a cupid's arrows.

"Shut up" You mumbled, looking the other direction to hide how your face slightly blushed, Chance could only smirk at that.

Note: The reader ended up being more mean that tsundere? It still is pretty similar.

[olgasaysso]

The apothecary diaries made me realize something very interesting about how women perceive power...

I can't be the only one who noticed that in stories written by women power is often compared to a prison or a cage meanwhile in the ones written by men it's mostly fun and freedom.

It is that women tend to see power as more of an responsibility and men think of it as the ability to do whatever they want?

The apothecary diaries made me think of it first. I discovered with surprise that I actually like the emperor, which I almost never do. Any guy that has relationship with more than one woman at once tends to disgust me, especially if he's in a position of power but for some reason not him.

Because the emperor is as much a prisoner as the 2000 women in the rear palace. Maybe even more because as long as he doesn't touch them, they're allowed to leave.

Like on one hand, he's the most powerful man in the empire. He calls the shots, right?

But on the other hand, he can't even properly protect Lishu from being sold to some pedofile by her father. The only way he could protect her was to make her his concubine and how f*cked up is that? She's like a daughter to him and the only way he could protect her was by marrying her? And then he couldn't even spend time with her anymore because that would be read wrong.

It's the fact that 3 of his children died because there was no proper medic to save them due to the fact that they don't allow non eunuchs to treat them and forbid women practicing medicine... when he doesn't even care about that. He hasn't blinked once at Maomao running around the inner palace and being a doctor.

At first when I was watching the story I thought of how horrible it was that he didn't even visit Lady Lihua after their son died. But then it made me think of how he's literally not allowed to get attached because of his position and how hard it is for him? The fact that he couldn't even provide enough support for Lady Ah-Duo so she doesn't lose her uterus? The fact that she switched their baby with his brother and he had to watch his son grow up "away" from him?

There's so much more to this, especially with Jinshis approach to power and I could go on an on but I think I made my point.

And when I started comparing the stories written by women to those by men... Women tend to write power as more of a burden than a gift.

After watching TAD I watched solo leveling.

And for those of you who don't know, it's basically a story about a guy who suddenly "discovers" that he's like a character in a game (not exactly but it's be too long to explain) and basically finds out that he has endless potential and over the course of the story he becomes the most powerful being in the entire universe.

And there's a moment where he's talking to his little sisters friend that gets very misread as something inappropriate by another character.

This other character points out, kindly, to Sung Jinwoo that the girl is a minor.

Sun Jinwoo doesn't understand so he just looks at him and asks "so?".

And so the guy immediately gets scared and never mentions it again despite the two of them being friends.

This moment is kind of played for laughs. Nothing actually happened, Sung Jinwoo is a good guy so he wouldn't.

But he could. Nobody could do anything to stop him.

And when I watched that I laughed too. But then I thought of how terrifying that is. To have someone be so above the law, this untouchable. Who can do anything he pleases because no one will ever stop him.

But that's never actually adressed in the show other than to show us how cool this is.

It this was written by Natsu Hyūga there'd probably be a million different situations to show us how fucked up this is and how it weighs on the main character.

In the apothecary diaries Jinshi doesn't even want to ask anything directly of Maomao because he doesn't want her to interpret it as an order.

[adsagsona]

Jared hadn't expected that León would give him his win so easily. He probably didn't even know what he was saying. Or what the vampire had meant. For now, it didn't matter, he would have to make sure that the other man paid more attention.

He could be gentle when he wanted to be, and he didn't always believe that fear would get him where he wanted to be. With León he seemed to need a combination. Jared didn't say a word but stepped back to give the young man breathing room.

"Let's just say that I believe you." The vampire didn't, not really but he wanted to give León the benefit of the doubt. He was too fun to play around with. He thought a moment.

"Take me to one of your favourite spots. Whatever you like me to see. I'm curious." Jared answered then.

León remembered clearly that he had not slapped anyone. But how could he argue with a man that terrified him? The only thing that mattered now was what Jared thought, because they both knew that he held all the cards. 

And as much as it hurt him to lie, he had to admit he was wrong. He darted his tongue out to wet his dry lips and let out a choked, ‘Sí. But I did not mean to.’ The only way out of this dilemma was to admit wrongdoing. But he refused to apologise for it. 

He stiffened when Jared cupped his face, surprised by the softness of the gesture. It was only a moment, but it was enough. His own hazel eyes looked almost gold in the dim glow of the nearest streetlight. 

‘I will pay off my debt.’ He cleared his throat as he tried to extract himself from his place between the wall and Jared. ‘Let us pretend we have not had this misunderstanding.’ Which was easier said than done. But León could fake forgiveness. He had to, for his mother’s sake. 

Slapping on a fake grin that looked authentic, he spun around to face Jared and gestured around them. ‘Where should we go, now?’

[weirdmamagnet]

Does Stanford feel anything for will? and does will feel anything for Stanford?

Question is for your reverse falls btw :)

It's defo tricky because it's a former romance scenario that pretty much parallels canon. Butterflies that unfortunately crumpled and died because it's a relationship built on means to an end.

It plays much how it does in canon -- Backupsmore, Gravity Falls, a bump in his research. He meets this knowledgeable deity who has chosen him amongst the many figures in history to enlighten. It's wine, karaoke, and chess until Stanford hears about Will's plight of a dying dimension. Of course, he sees opportunity rather than just helping him, a chance to see more entities like Will & more. He sees an untapped potential in multiversal travel.

This is also around the time he started dabbling in dark magic, like finding the amulet (which Will was like. yo maybe stay away from that???). So his mental health is deteriorating because Stanford has to explore every aspect of it (this is also a verse he leaned into magic instead of science, think the opposite of him poking fun at it in the journal). He works on the portal alongside Fiddleford.

It's rough on Will's end because he sees potential in Stanford to better & enlighten the world, but he becomes power-driven, and Will is holding out hope he'll pick the better choice in spite of what the prophecy says. It didn't end well for either of them, a fight to keep the Oddpocalypse at bay before the Gleeful twins incident.

Will thinks Stanford has deluded himself & is obviously hurt to find he's been used, but disappointed this is the path Ford's chosen. Ford meanwhile sees this as a penultimate betrayal in the same way canon Bill does because he sees nothing wrong with what he's after. And he thinks Will, his muse, has abandoned him.

Did Ford have feelings for Will? Probably! Butterflies before the mere mention of the portal, but it's not something he realized until he lost him, overtaken by ambition and replaced by bitterness. Will has lingering feelings but between the world and Ford, he's choosing the world.

They still very much maintain the bitter exes trope but it's less angry and more sad and mourning. They're not mad, just disappointed. If Ford had been in love, then he tells himself he's wasted such feelings on people who will only abandon him. Meanwhile Will is just: 'I just don't want you to destroy your world?' which is a plan Ford could stop at anytime but he doesn't. He wants weirdness to be embraced but doesn't know what that entails.

I'd say if there's anything between them present day, it's extremely distant and cut off because they've both been 'burned' by each other.

[actuallybean]

Truth Hurts* | Part Six

When a witch curses you to spill the truth and nothing but the truth, your biggest secret slips—you're hopelessly, shamelessly into both Winchesters. Good news? They’re just as into sharing as you are. *Contains sexual material: Minors DNI, threesome between brothers Part Seven Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester Tag List: @mostlymarvelgirl @hail-brod @s1mplyl0vely @ladykitana90 @bitchyfestivalbouquet @jenniferpendragon @just-a-blue-nerd @candy-coated-misery0731 @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @deanwinchestersgirl8734 @bitchykittenconnoisseur Supernatural Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The drive isn’t long—but it feels endless.

The Impala rolls through the dark like a vessel drifting toward something ancient, something that waits with teeth in the dark. The road ahead is lined with trees, twisted and skeletal under the growing weight of twilight. The sky’s bleeding purple at the edges, and the further you go, the more it feels like the whole world is holding its breath.

Inside the car, it’s quiet. But not uncomfortable.

The kind of silence that knows it doesn’t have to prove anything.

Dean’s at the wheel—one hand at twelve o’clock, the other drumming absently against the leather, tapping out a rhythm that matches the low hum of Ramble On playing just above a whisper. He’s not singing, but the song is alive in his body—the familiar beat working through his fingers like a nervous tick. It’s how he always is before a hunt: loose on the outside, wound tight underneath.

Sam’s in the backseat, the glow of his phone painting his face in a soft blue halo. He’s scrolling, murmuring Latin under his breath—testing phrases, decoding sigils, narrowing down the ways they might die tonight.

You sit up front, one leg tucked beneath you, hands pressed into the lining of your jacket. It’s cold, even with the heater blowing low, but you don’t feel it—not really. Most of the warmth in your chest comes from where you are. With them.

Sam and Dean.

Your boys.

And even now, with the curse still wound somewhere in your bloodstream, there’s a calm inside you that wasn’t there before. Maybe it’s acceptance. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s just that the truth doesn’t feel so heavy anymore when it’s shared.

Still—your stomach knots tighter with every mile.

You clear your throat. “So... this witch.”

Dean glances at you, smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “Right. Crazy-ass leaf-lady who thought cursing you was a fun weekend project. She’s got a date with a salt round and my size eleven boot.”

You smile faintly, voice softer. “My knight in flannel.”

Sam snorts behind you. “She’s not some wand-waving pop culture witch, Dean. Hedge witches use ancient ley lines. Earth magic. Old-world wards, hexwork, energy tapping. They’re dangerous because they use what’s already there.”

Dean shrugs. “Whatever she is, she cursed our girl and made her life a damn minefield of accidental truth bombs. She’s not walking away from that.”

Your fingers twitch in your lap. “You think she knows it’s still active? That it’s still in me?”

Sam lifts his gaze from his phone. His eyes meet yours in the mirror—steady, thoughtful. “If the curse is being fed by a ley line, then yeah. She probably knows. Could be self-sustaining. Doesn’t need her to keep casting it.”

Dean’s knuckles tighten around the wheel. “Then we kill the power source. Smash whatever’s juicing the spell.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, watching the blur of trees outside the window. The shadows are getting longer. The air feels like it’s thickening—like fog you can’t see yet.

“And if we can’t cut the power?”

Sam doesn’t hesitate. “Then we kill the witch.”

Dean nods once. “We’ve done worse.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Remember that glassblowing studio in Vermont?”

Sam groans. “Don’t remind me. I’m still finding glitter in my jacket.”

Dean grins. “Wasn’t that the one where you got tackled by a possessed mannequin?”

“You mean thrown.”

“Still counts as tackled, Sasquatch.”

The tension breaks for a second. You even laugh—a little, brittle thing that still feels good in your chest.

But it doesn’t last.

The road narrows. Gravel crunches beneath the Impala’s tires as it leaves the paved highway behind. Trees arch overhead now like ribs. The daylight thins out, caught in the branches like it’s afraid to follow.

You grip the door handle tighter.

“Can we just… not split up this time?”

Dean glances at you, and for a moment, his cocky veneer fades. What’s left underneath is soft, real, a little frayed.

“Hey,” he says, quiet. “You’re stuck with us.”

Sam leans forward from the back, his hand brushing your shoulder. “We’ve got you. Promise.”

You nod. Swallow hard. Because it’s not just about fear—it’s about trust. It’s about being seen.

You’ve spent so much of your life watching other hunters roll their eyes at your instincts, call you emotional, tell you you’re too honest for this job.

But with Sam and Dean, you feel like your honesty is something holy.

The Impala rolls to a stop.

The mill stands ahead like a corpse in the woods—sagging and broken, its walls cracked and moss-stained, windows shattered like sharp smiles. Vines climb the frame like they’re trying to strangle it. There’s a hum in the air—low and metallic, like something breathing under the ground.

Dean cuts the engine.

“Well,” he mutters, checking the clip in his shotgun. “Let’s make this forest bitch regret her entire existence.”

You step out into the cold. Sling your shotgun over your shoulder. The smell hits first—iron and mildew, old blood and rot.

Sam hands you a charm from his pocket. It’s warm from his touch—wooden, carved with runes, tied with a piece of twine.

“Disrupts active warding. And if she tries to poof out, this’ll kill her exit.”

You nod, curling your fingers around it. “And if it doesn’t?”

Dean passes you a flask. “Then shoot her in the face. Twice.”

You glance at both of them. “Thanks. Y’know. For not making me do this alone.”

Dean loads his shotgun with a final click. “Just don’t die on us again. I really hate that.”

Your mouth twitches. “No promises.”

You move in together—tight formation, eyes sweeping the dark. The cold bites at your skin. Your breath fogs in the air.

Ten feet from the entrance, the atmosphere shifts.

The pressure builds in your ears. Like a migraine made of sound.

“Sigils,” Sam mutters, eyes scanning the moss-covered walls. “Left side. Pulsing.”

“I feel it,” you whisper. “Feels like pressure behind my teeth.”

Dean mutters, “All I feel is pissed.”

And then the ground groans.

The sigil flares red.

The earth moves.

“Trap!” Sam yells.

You dive left.

Dean lunges for you, shoving you hard just before a vine as thick as a fire hose slashes the air where your head had been. Another vine whips across Sam’s ribs, knocking him to the dirt.

“Vines! She’s using the ley!” Sam shouts, scrambling to his feet.

Dean’s already firing salt rounds, snarling. “Come on, you creepy bitch!”

Then she steps out.

The witch.

She moves like something that was buried. Skin cracked like dry wood, hair matted with mud and moss, eyes the color of dead pennies. Her dress hangs like it’s been growing off her for centuries.

“Well,” she drawls, voice like wet bark, “you brought the truth-teller. How brave.”

Dean raises his shotgun. “You picked the wrong damn girl.”

She smiles, all teeth. “No. I picked perfectly. The truth always rots what it touches.”

You step forward.

“I’m not rotting,” you say. “I’m rising.”

She raises her hand.

And slams a spell into your chest.

You fall—hard—air knocked from your lungs. It’s like being punched in the soul. Heat, cold, light, darkness. Every nerve lights up, then goes dark.

Dean catches you as you collapse. Pulls you behind the wall. “Baby—hey—come on, stay with me.”

Sam charges, blade flashing, and he gets her—across the arm. She screams, recoils. The vines hesitate.

You fumble the charm from your coat.

And throw it.

It hits the sigil like a stone through glass.

BOOM.

Blue light explodes. The wards shatter. The hum dies.

And you—breathe.

For the first time in what feels like weeks, the weight lifts.

“It’s gone,” you gasp. “The curse—it’s gone.”

Dean grips your face. “You sure?”

You look up at both of them.

And the truth is still there—but this time, it’s yours.

“I love you,” you say. “I love both of you.”

Dean blinks, mouth parting like he didn’t expect to hear it so plainly.

Sam steps closer, eyes wide. “You’re sure?”

You nod. “More than anything.”

Dean exhales, shakily. “Well. Shit.”

Then he grabs you—kisses you too hard, all teeth and breath and shaking hands. Sam leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, palm over your heart.

The witch groans, still crawling.

Sam turns. “Let’s finish this.”

Dean reloads. “With pleasure.”

You rise with them—guns in hand, blood in your mouth, truth burning in your chest.

And together, the three of you walk into the fire.

✦

The motel room smells like old wood and warm cotton and you—salt-washed skin, sweat-dried adrenaline, smoke in your hair and iron in your bones. The kind of scent that clings to worn sheets and lingers long after you’ve gone. It’s familiar, in a way that’s almost jarring. Too safe for how the last few hours have gone. Too still, too quiet.

The door clicks shut behind Dean with a soft thud, and the sound seems to settle into the floorboards like a sigh. His keys jangle in his hand for a second before he tosses them on the chipped nightstand. They land with a metallic clatter that sounds distant somehow, muffled by the fog in your head. The aftershock of the fight hasn’t quite let go of you yet.

Sam walks in behind you. Taller than the doorway for half a heartbeat, he ducks his head as he steps inside, reaching instinctively for your shoulders. His fingers are warm, rough with calluses, but gentle as they sweep down your spine, brushing away flecks of dirt, cracked leaves, the lingering traces of spellwork and woodland rot from the witch’s ruined stronghold. The simple act sends a ripple of comfort through your exhausted body.

“You alright?” he murmurs, and there’s something under his voice—concern, need, relief. You nod, but your knees ache and your muscles twitch like you’re still in motion. The come-down is always like this. Magic leaves its own kind of tremor in the blood.

“I’m fine,” you say, but it sounds far away.

You’re not lying. Not this time.

Just spent.

Completely, gloriously spent.

And not just from the fight.

From everything.

The curse is broken. The witch is dead. The truth is yours again.

But you don’t feel the need to hide any part of yourself anymore—not from them. Not from the fire in your chest when Dean smirks at you like he already knows what you’re thinking. Not from the way Sam’s hand lingers a second longer at your hip before falling away, his thumb brushing your side like a question he already knows the answer to.

Dean shrugs out of his flannel—sweaty, blood-dried, a little burned at the cuff—and tosses it toward the nearest chair. It lands crookedly across the faded cushion, forgotten as soon as it’s gone. He’s got that post-hunt look about him: tired but wired, hair mussed, skin streaked with dirt and bruises, the gleam in his eye still sharp with leftover adrenaline.

He raises a brow, voice rough. “Okay. Real talk—who wants the first shower?”

Sam exhales through his nose and steps up behind you, lips brushing your ear when he speaks. “I think we could all use it.”

His voice is like velvet and gravel. Like temptation dressed in common sense.

Dean glances over, grin spreading slowly. “You volunteering a group rinse, Sammy?”

Sam doesn’t dignify that with a response. His eyes flick to yours instead, warm and full of something quieter. Something real.

You arch a brow, turning to face them both fully. “Unless you’re too shy, Winchester.”

Dean blinks once. Then tilts his head like you just offered him a dare he’d be stupid not to take. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, stepping closer, eyes sweeping down your body, slow and hungry, “you’re gonna regret that.”

You smile. All teeth and heat and a flicker of something needy in your gut. You’re not sure who moves first—if it’s you reaching for your jacket zipper or Dean’s fingers finding the hem before you can—but it ends with your coat hitting the floor with a soft thump, and your boots following soon after.

The air in the room shifts—thickens.

Sam locks the door behind him with a quiet click, and when you glance back, he’s already pulling his jacket off too, letting it fall across the second bed. His eyes are darker now, pupils blown wide from the way you just looked at him.

The overhead light buzzes, low and yellow and too soft for what’s about to happen. It casts everything in honey and shadow.

You toe off your socks, skin prickling in the chill. Dean watches like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you all over again, like he didn’t already have you shaking under him last night. Like the sight of your bare skin is a new religion he hasn’t finished praying to yet.

“You first,” you say, voice low.

Sam raises a brow. “What?”

You step toward the bathroom door and glance over your shoulder, heat curling in your chest. “Shower. I’m not going in there alone.”

Dean laughs under his breath, that deep, satisfied kind of sound. “Well, hell. Don’t gotta twist my arm.”

The bathroom light is warm and dim. The mirror’s cracked at one corner, the faucet drips every ten seconds, and the tiles are a little too yellow to have ever been white—but it doesn’t matter. The second Dean pulls his shirt over his head and Sam steps in behind you, everything else fades.

Your shirt comes next—slipping off your arms like it’s been waiting to be touched again. You can feel their eyes on you, like hands. Like reverence.

Sam’s fingers slide under your waistband, slow and careful, his mouth close to your ear. “You sure about this?”

You nod. “More than sure.”

Dean steps behind you, already shirtless, already pressing warm lips to your shoulder. “Then let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

✦

The bathroom fills fast with steam.

Not the gentle kind—this is the thick, swallowing kind that wraps around your throat and seeps into your bones, curling through cracked tile and peeling paint. The overhead light hums with a low, flickering buzz, casting a syrupy gold over the dingy walls. The mirror fogs before a single body steps under the spray, and the world outside it—the witch, the mill, the blood and ash—evaporates into mist.

You’re standing between them.

Breathless.

Not from nerves.

From want.

From knowing.

From the heat coiling under your skin that has nothing to do with the water and everything to do with the way their eyes look at you like you’re the answer to every curse they’ve ever broken.

Dean’s in front of you, eyes lazy and hungry all at once. His chest glistens, freckled skin streaked with water, his hair soaked and curling in loose, dripping waves that cling to his temples. There’s something wild about him in this light—untamed and quiet, like a storm that already hit but left the wind behind.

Sam stands behind you, taller, broader, a furnace of warmth pressed along your spine. His hands—those wide, callused hands—skim your waist like he’s memorizing you again, slower this time. More careful. As if the truth you gave him hours ago is still echoing between his ribs, and he needs to make sure it’s real.

He leans in, lips brushing the curve of your shoulder.

“You did good today,” he murmurs, voice thick with more than just pride. It’s awe. It’s devotion.

And it almost breaks you.

Dean steps in close, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw. “You were a damn knockout, sweetheart.”

Then he kisses you.

Hard.

Deep.

The kind of kiss that doesn’t ask permission because it already knows it’s welcome.

His mouth moves with certainty, claiming, consuming. You moan into it—because you’re already trembling, already aching—and Dean feels it. His fingers slide down to your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple with a teasing drag.

You gasp.

Behind you, Sam chuckles, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear.

“Still sensitive?” he asks, and the way he says it—low, dark, knowing—makes your thighs clench.

You nod, breath catching. “Yeah. But I want more.”

Dean pulls back, grinning with teeth. “Fuck, baby. You’re insatiable.”

You smirk, even as your knees threaten to give out. “I had to tell the truth… still do.”

Dean’s breath stutters. He leans in, kissing the soft spot below your jaw, his teeth dragging there just enough to leave a warning. “Then tell us, sweetheart. What do you want?”

You don’t hesitate.

“Everything,” you whisper, voice like a prayer. “Again. Just like before.”

And they give it to you.

Sam’s hands slide lower, guiding you forward until your palms press to the cool, wet tile. The water pelts down against your back in heavy, cleansing sheets. You hear one of them groan—Dean, probably—as your legs part instinctively, offering everything you are.

Sam sinks to his knees behind you, his fingers spreading your thighs with a reverence that makes your chest ache. He presses a kiss to the small of your back. Then lower.

His tongue finds you without hesitation—hot and deliberate, dragging up your slit with devastating control. One hand cups your ass, spreading you wider, and the other anchors to your thigh. He licks like he’s starving, like you’re the only thing that could possibly fill him. His mouth moves slowly at first—tasting, exploring—but then deeper. Firmer. A rhythm that builds and builds.

You cry out softly, forehead resting against the tile, and feel Dean move.

He’s in front of you again.

Hard. Heavy.

His cock brushes your lips.

And you don’t wait.

You open for him.

He groans, low and feral, as he slides in—his hand tangling in your wet hair, guiding your head, his hips rocking with restraint. The taste of him fills your mouth, earthy and familiar, and you moan around him as Sam’s tongue slides inside you, tongue-fucking you until your knees threaten to collapse.

Dean’s fingers flex in your hair. “God, you look so good like this. Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

You are.

You feel it in your blood.

Your hips jerk, instinctive, grinding back against Sam’s mouth, forward against Dean’s cock. The slick rhythm of it is holy. Filthy.

Sam moans against your pussy, the sound vibrating straight through your core. “She’s dripping,” he mutters against you. “Tastes so fucking good.”

You gasp, pulling off Dean just long enough to cry out, “Close—Sam, fuck—I’m so close—”

Dean pulls back with a wet pop, eyes dark with heat. He strokes your cheek, thumbing spit from your bottom lip. “You gonna come for him, sweetheart? Come on his tongue?”

“Y-Yes,” you pant.

“Then give it to him,” Dean growls.

Sam wraps his arms around your hips and devours you—no teasing now, just relentless need. Your orgasm tears through you with white-hot intensity, your whole body shaking, cunt clenching against his mouth. You sob, loud and raw, as your legs give out.

They catch you.

Dean lifts you into his arms like you weigh nothing, like you belong there, your back pressed to the cold tile, your thighs spread wide around his waist. He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t have to. He slides into you in one long, perfect thrust.

You scream his name.

Sam kisses you before the sound fades, pressing up beside you, his body slick and hot against your side. His mouth is all tongue and teeth, tasting the remnants of your own arousal on your lips. Dean fucks you with long, deep strokes, hips snapping forward again and again, pushing your back into the wall.

“Still want both?” Sam murmurs, breath fanning across your jaw.

You nod, dazed. “Please.”

“Jesus,” Dean groans, his head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

They move with precision—silent communication between them born of trust, history, love. Sam slicks himself up quickly, fingers gentle as he strokes along your other entrance, slow and patient as he preps you again.

Dean doesn’t stop moving inside you. He whispers against your skin. “You ready, baby?”

You’re already crying.

“Yes. Please—take me. Both of you.”

Sam presses in slowly.

Stretching.

Filling.

You whimper, your arms tightening around Dean’s neck. The burn makes you shake—but it’s good. It’s so good.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses. “Feel that, Sammy?”

Sam groans. “So fucking tight. God.”

You’re overwhelmed. Sandwiched between them, stretched around them, taken completely. Their cocks move in rhythm—one thrusts deep as the other pulls back, perfect, practiced, devastating.

“Too much?” Sam asks, voice tight.

You shake your head, tears slipping free. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” Dean growls. “We’re yours.”

They fuck you harder, the water crashing around you like applause. Every sound—every moan, every slap of skin—is a promise. They hold you together even as you fall apart.

And when you finally come—wrung out and wrecked—it’s with a cry that shatters the steam around you. Your body clamps down so hard that Dean follows with a broken gasp, spilling inside you with a curse. Sam follows seconds later, grunting your name into your neck, hips stuttering.

They stay like that.

Inside you.

Around you.

With you.

Even as the water runs cold, their hands don’t leave your skin.

Dean’s lips find your temple. “We’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Sam’s voice is hoarse. “Always.”

And for the first time since all this started, you believe it.

✦

The motel room is quiet in the aftermath.

The kind of quiet that feels earned—thick and sacred, humming low in your bones.

The bathroom door creaks as it swings open, letting loose a breath of steam like a final exhale. The air inside the room is cool in comparison, but not cold—not with the heat still clinging to your skin, the pink flush still rising on your cheeks, the scent of soap and sweat and sex lingering in the space like incense.

Sam dries your back with slow, patient hands. He doesn’t say much—just moves with the kind of calm that makes your heart ache. The towel is thick and rough, but his hands are tender, like you’re something precious and breakable. Like he’s still coming down from the high of holding you too tightly.

Dean’s already stripped the bed down to fresh sheets, or as fresh as they get in a motel like this. He throws the comforter over the mattress, half-dressed in low-slung sweats, his hair still damp and curling. There’s something boyish about him right now—barefoot, freckled, tired—but it doesn’t dull the heat in his eyes when he looks at you.

You’re wrapped in a towel, bare underneath, hair dripping onto your shoulders.

And for the first time in days—maybe longer—you’re not bracing for what comes next.

You just are.

He watches you walk across the room with something quiet behind his eyes, something softer than his usual grin. He doesn’t joke, doesn’t flirt.

He just reaches for you.

And you go.

Sam follows without a word, climbing into the bed behind you as Dean draws back the covers.

You crawl in between them, still wrapped in terrycloth and warmth, your body already boneless with exhaustion and something deeper—peace, maybe. Or the beginning of it.

The mattress dips under your weight. A spring creaks. The air conditioner hums in the corner, but everything else is still.

Dean lies on his side, facing you, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other coming to rest lightly on your waist. His thumb brushes over the bare strip of skin between your towel and your ribs.

Sam settles in behind you, warm and broad, his body curling naturally into yours. His hand finds your hip like he’s always known the shape of it. His chest presses to your back, solid and slow.

No curses.

No hexes.

No danger waiting in the next room.

Just this.

Just them.

You exhale, long and deep, feeling it push through the very center of you—an unraveling that’s not painful this time, but grounding. Like your body’s finally catching up to everything your heart already knows.

You let your head fall against Dean’s shoulder, your cheek to his chest. His skin smells like soap and old spice and motel shampoo, but it’s him. All him. Familiar and safe. He presses a kiss to your hair—barely more than a breath—and leaves it there.

Sam wraps his arm tighter around your waist from behind, his nose brushing the crown of your head. He doesn’t speak either, just lets his presence be the reassurance you didn’t realize you needed.

There are no words for this.

Not really.

No need.

You close your eyes, body still thrumming faintly from where they touched you—where they worshipped you. But the heat has softened now. Now, it’s warmth. A slow-burning flame instead of a wildfire. A hearth instead of a match.

They don’t ask anything more of you.

They don’t pull you closer.

They just hold you.

Like maybe they’ve wanted to for longer than they’d admit.

Like maybe they’re afraid that if they let go, you’ll vanish back into the dark.

But you don’t.

You’re here.

And not as an accident. Not because of a spell or a curse or a need to survive.

But because you chose them.

Because they chose you.

You breathe that truth in slowly—feel it in every brush of skin, every heartbeat syncing to your own.

You’re not tangled anymore. Not caught in a knot of fear or indecision. Not stuck between them like a question that doesn’t want to be answered.

You’re cradled.

Anchored.

Held in the space between their bodies like something worth protecting.

Your breath slows.

So does theirs.

And when your eyelids finally flutter shut, when sleep begins to curl its fingers around the edges of your awareness, there’s no panic. No weight on your chest.

Only this—

Dean’s hand splayed gently across your stomach.

Sam’s lips against the back of your neck.

And you.

Held.

Chosen.

Home.

[firstelevens]

sambucky + dragonfly? :)

The parish Mayhaw Festival is one of the first local traditions that Bucky gets introduced to, thanks to some downtime between missions and a series of increasingly emoji-laden text messages from the boys about attending as a family. Sam teases Bucky for being such an easy mark until Bucky points out that Sam has never once successfully held up against pleas for ice cream before dinner, and then they agree to admit that they're both suckers.

They get there before the crowds have really built up, and Sam shoos Sarah away to go say hi to her friends, assuring her that he and Bucky will keep an eye on the boys. She's reluctant at first, but then Bucky and the boys join in and she acquiesces, making them promise to call if they need her for anything.

At first, the boys are content to meander the stalls and let Sam and Bucky trail behind them, but then they reach the booths for games, and the coordinated pleas for 'just one round, Uncle Sam?' and 'just one race, Uncle Bucky?' start up. Sam and Bucky share a look filled with resolve and determination, and then AJ grabs hold of Sam's hand and leans against his side, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes, and that's the end of it.

Sam uses his all of his shield-throwing knowledge to help AJ win his second try at the ring toss, and Bucky helps Cass line up his aim to pop balloons with darts. There's a duck hunt game, and a basketball one (Sam lifts up AJ so he can compete with Bucky), and something involving a fishing pole, and the boys play them all.

"Alright," says Sam, when they finally stop for lunch. "What do we want to do after we eat? Ferris wheel? Skee-ball? That one ring toss game where you can win fancy caramel apples?"

AJ's voice pipes up from behind the small mountain of stuffed animals that the boys have won. "Do we have to keep walking around?"

"We can sit here for a little while, but someone else is probably going to want to use this table soon," says Sam. "I think we'll have to walk at least a little bit."

"Maybe we can find something nearby that'll let you sit down for a little while," says Bucky, unfolding the map that they picked up when they arrived. He spreads it out on the table between him and Cass, who immediately identifies where they are and starts reading off the names of the nearest booths.

Sam can see AJ's eyebrows furrowing in frustration as the list goes on and on, and he cranes his neck to scan for a way to hold him over for just a little longer. It's hard to see what the booths are, given the crowds heading towards them to get food, but as a family passes by, Sam sees a group of little kids, some with flowers and dragonflies on their faces, one with a full tiger face, and another with what looks like a unicorn design.

He turns back to the table. "How about face painting, AJ? You could get a cool design and take a little break from all the walking."

AJ weighs the idea for a moment, then looks to Cass. "Will you get some, too?"

"Sure, why not?" says Cass, shrugging. He turns to Sam and Bucky. "Will you guys do it, too?"

"Of course we will," says Bucky, before Sam can reply. "And you two can pick out a design for Sam to get."

Sam narrows his eyes at Bucky, though he can't really hold back his grin. "Fine, but you get to pick Bucky's, too. Maybe we can get some glitter on there, brighten up this outfit a little."

Bucky looks down at his clothes. "This is literally your shirt, Sam."

"Yeah, and you had to borrow it because all the clothes in your backpack were black," says Sam. "We have to expand your wardrobe, man. You're not surviving a Louisiana summer in extra skinny jeans and henleys."

The skeptical expression on Bucky's face softens at Sam's words, his ears going pink. "You just want an excuse to call me the Summer Soldier, don't you?"

"Of course not," says Sam, as he stands and gathers up their trash. "That just happens to be a fun bonus."

The face painting booth is close enough that the walk doesn't bother AJ, and though there's a bit of a line, the boys are too busy picking out designs for the four of them to be bothered by the wait.

AJ and Cass go first, getting an octopus and a dragon respectively, and then they somehow charm the face painters into putting Sam and Bucky back to back so they can't see each others' designs. They stand there, sipping the giant lemonades that Bucky got them and giggling amongst themselves, practically bouncing with anticipation as the face painters work.

From behind him, Sam hears Bucky ask, "Should we be worried?"

He's less confident than he'd like to be when he responds that they'll be fine. "You do have to tell us if you're painting the Spider-Man design on either of our faces, though," he adds, looking at the lady who's working on his design. "We'd never live that one down."

She laughs and shrugs, tilting her palette so Sam can't see it anymore. "Sorry, Captain. I've been sworn to secrecy."

It seems like Sam and Bucky's designs are less elaborate than the boys', because they're finished a lot quicker--although maybe that's just because adults are less wiggly. Before Sam is allowed to see his face in the mirror, the painters turn to the boys and ask for their approval.

When they both offer a thumbs-up, Sam finally gets to see his design: flowering vines that burst across his right cheekbone and temple, with blossoms that look a little like stars and--he has to laugh at himself--no small amount of glitter.

When he turns around to face Bucky, he sees that his design is the same, except on the left side of his face: a perfect mirror of Sam's.

"You were right," Bucky says, grinning. "It does brighten up the outfit."

"You guys are always together, so we thought you should match," says Cass. "Do you like it?"

It could have been an absolute disaster and Sam knows that the both of them would've said yes regardless, but Bucky's soft, "I love it," lingers in Sam's brain for the rest of the day.

He thinks about it when strangers give them indulgent smiles as they walk the fairground, and when they all squeeze into a photo booth and their matching face paint frames every shot, and when Sarah finally sees them again and gives Sam a very eloquent look over Bucky's shoulder. He thinks about it when his hands are too full of carnival prizes to carry food, so Bucky holds up his milkshake so Sam can sip from the straw, and when they catch each other's eyes in the rearview mirror on the drive home.

He's still thinking about it when they pull up to the house, Sarah and the boys hurrying inside while Sam and Bucky linger on the lawn in the fading light. Sam has every intention of turning and heading into the house, but just before he can, he notices that one of the petals on Bucky's face has smudged, and he can't help himself. He closes the distance between them and lifts his hand to Bucky's face.

"Can I?" he asks, unsure why his voice has gone quiet. "I think it smudged when you carried AJ to the car."

Bucky nods, the barest bob of his head, and his eyes flutter shut when Sam swipes at the smeared paint with his thumb. It doesn't do much--he's pretty sure soap and water are their only recourse--but it does bring Sam close enough that he can hear Bucky's breath catch at the touch of his hand.

When Bucky opens his eyes again, there's something determined in them, and just as his hands settle on Sam's hips, drawing the two of them even closer, the front door swings open and AJ calls out to them.

"Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky! Mom says to come have some pie so she doesn't have to pack up the leftovers."

Bucky's left hand leaves Sam's waist as he waves in acknowledgement. "Be right there, buddy!" he calls back, something strained in his voice. The door shuts again, and Bucky narrows his eyes as Sam snickers. "And just what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," says Sam, but he's still grinning. "You were just so determined and smolder-y a second ago, and then you weren't."

He's still laughing a little when he feels Bucky's hand on his chin, gently tilting his head up, and then Sam's the one whose breath is catching, his eyes widening at the heat that he sees in Bucky's gaze. "Just so you know," says Bucky, so softly that Sam feels it more than he hears it, "I'm still determined. I'm just patient, too."

His mouth is so close to Sam's that he could just tilt his head a little and catch Bucky's mouth in a kiss, but in spite of that, when Bucky does move, it's to brush the gentlest kiss to Sam's cheek and then step away from him.

"Your move, Samuel," he says over his shoulder, as he walks back to the house, and Sam can't help but stare after him as he goes.

He feels his face go hot, then reaches up to brush his fingers over the face paint. "I knew we should've just gone with Skee-ball," he mumbles to himself, and doesn't mean it at all.

[shadamyheadcanons]

Total Recall

For the 2025 Shadamy week prompt: Forgotten. Kindly beta’d by the lovely @shadowsfascination.

Shadow wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with amnesia and finds that a vaguely familiar pink hedgehog took him in, promising to take care of him until he remembers everything. He keeps a journal while he’s there so he can at least remember some things over time. 5.8K words.

Cross-posted on AO3.

Day 1

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache, a bump on my head, and not a single memory of how it happened...or who I was. Who anyone was. I must’ve grunted in pain, because a pink hedgehog dashed into the room to check on me. She was fretting and worrying over me, but I couldn’t really focus.

She introduced herself as Amy and said we were friends, but I don’t know. She feels more important than that, somehow. She must mean something else to me. Whatever it is, it must be positive, because I instantly felt better once I saw her. Safer.

Amy promised she’d take care of me until I got my memories back, and she gave me this journal so I could write things down as I remembered them. When I asked her why she’s helping me, she said she’s always there when a friend needs her. She also mentioned she felt guilty, but she wouldn’t tell me why.

Day 2

The stabbing pain in my head this morning was just as bad as yesterday, maybe worse. I couldn’t even leave bed, so she fed me soup and pet my head for a while. It felt...nice. I kind of want to fib and tell her I need to stay in bed more often, but the idea of lying to her makes me feel sick for some reason.

Day 3

I tried walking around the house today, but I was too dizzy to make it far. Luckily, Amy was there to help guide me to a seat in her kitchen, and she talked to me while we ate lunch, telling stories about all our friends. A couple of names sounded vaguely familiar, but the details escaped me. She didn’t seem to mind.

When I asked if looking after me was a nuisance, Amy instantly denied it, saying it’s nice to have someone else around for a change. Apparently, she used to live with her friend Cream, but then Cream moved back in with her mother, leaving Amy by herself.

It looked like she was trying really hard not to look sad. I wonder if she’s lonely. Maybe I’m lonely, too.

I told her I liked being with her here so far, and she looked really happy. I think I’ll mention that more often.

Day 5

I remembered something today. She was playing music while she made us breakfast. I recognized the chords, the words, the tone...I spoke some of the words, then sang a few lines as the lyrics came to me.

Amy was thrilled. She instantly perked up and started talking a mile a minute about the band—Hot Honey, she called them—and how she’d brought me to a concert with her, how much fun we’d had together, how much I liked it. She played song after song of theirs, excitedly chattering away.

But I didn’t understand. I told her that although I recognized the songs, I didn’t like them.

I wish I hadn’t done that. She went quiet and looked really sad.

I wanted to make her feel better, so I admitted that although I didn’t really like the songs, they felt meaningful. Important. She smiled a little.

She hasn’t played Hot Honey since then.

It was grating. It was sappy.

But I kind of miss it anyway.

Day 6

Not too much happened today. My head’s been feeling better and I can walk now, so Amy said we can go out tomorrow.

I noticed she had blankets and a pillow set up in another room, so I asked if she always slept there. She said it was just temporary, that she usually sleeps in the bed I’m using. She told me she was fine sleeping there and it wasn’t a problem, but I don’t know. It looks uncomfortable to me. I told her there was probably enough room for both of us in the bed if we slept close enough, but her face went bright red, and she got all flustered and said no.

Not sure what that’s about, but I kind of want to see her do it again.

Day 7

I’m apparently a fan of flowers, so she took me out to a public garden today. She must be right, because I remembered all of their names—lilacs, azaleas, rhododendrons, magnolias. It’s weird what my brain hangs onto; little facts are fine, but whenever I try to think of details about people or my past, it’s like there’s this weird bubble in the back of my head stopping me. If I try to push it, I get this sense of wrongness, like I’m snooping somewhere I shouldn’t be.

But flowers are easy. I even told her scraps I remembered about their supposed “symbolism,” whatever that means, and she looked happier and happier the more I shared. Memories came back in bits and pieces: times when I’d seen each flower for the first time, the books I’ve scoured to learn more, the feeling of soil passing through my fingers, and the joy of raising my own flowers and watching them bloom. Upon remembering I had a garden myself, I immediately stopped and asked Amy about it. Luckily, she’d asked a friend of hers, Silver, to look after it while I was under the weather. She really does think of everything.

Halfway through, she spotted some bright yellow daffodils and gasped. She brightened up and told me I gave her a bouquet of them once to cheer her up. I can’t remember doing that, but the smile on her face was warm and familiar. If she always looks that way when she gets flowers, I’ll have to get them for her more often.

At the end, she lamented that it was too early in the year for lavender, saying those were my favorites. But I don’t think they actually are. They aren’t right now, at least. I pointed to a patch of roses we’d already passed and said those were my favorites, especially the red ones. She looked confused, but then she smiled again and told me she loved them, too, and that “Rose” is her last name.

It suits her.

On a whim, I asked if I could call her that, and her eyes widened. She smiled shyly and agreed. Her cheeks were pink.

Rosy, even.

Day 9

Today, Rose introduced me to two of her friends, a fox with two tails and an...echidna? I think that’s what he’s called...named Tails and Knuckles.

Two people named after body parts. Not exactly creative, but it does make me wonder where my name came from. What am I a shadow of? I tried to think back, but all it gave me was an unsettling sensation in the back of my mind: a gentle voice, followed by a stabbing pain.

I decided the answer could wait.

I’m not sure why Knuckles was there. It seems like Rose doesn’t always have a reason for bringing people over, she just does it. He mostly lounged around and pestered me about what I did and didn’t remember and seemed disappointed with how little I knew. But when I called Rose by her last name, he lit up and started hounding me about her instead—how “close” we were, how much I liked her, how long I was staying with her—smirking obnoxiously the whole way through. Rose eventually got him to back off.

Tails asked about my headaches. How frequent they are, what triggers them, that kind of thing. He talked to me about amnesia, too, saying this kind usually only persists for a couple weeks in Mobians and my memories will probably be back soon. The others seemed relieved, but I’m not sure how to feel about it.

After checking on my health, Tails showed that he’d brought a two-wheeled vehicle with him, saying he’d been in the process of tuning it up when my...incident happened. He encouraged me to take a seat and start it up, explaining that I’d been built with what he calls “vehicular intuition,” so I’d know how to ride it even without my memories. He’s awfully smart for a kid. Smarter than Knuckles, at least.

At first, I didn’t recognize it. The striking jet black and sharp angles called out to me faintly, but it wasn’t until I sat down on the seat and started up the engine that it clicked.

Powerful sensations and images flashed behind my eyes—wind whipping through my quills, scenery blurring past, the growl of the bike beneath me, the simple joy and freedom of it all—and my heart pounded.

My bike. Mine.

I almost shed a tear. I’ve missed it that much. Luckily, I regained focus in time to blink it back. I think I’d be okay if Rose saw me cry, but the other two? Not a chance.

After they left, Rose begged me to take her on a ride with me, and I immediately said yes. She’s a difficult person to say no to.

The familiar thrill of racing returned to me, but the feeling of someone clinging to me was fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever given Rose a ride before. I’ve been missing out. The way she held me made my chest feel warm and light, and whenever I sped up or turned a tight corner, she’d let out a cute little squeak.

I kept driving her around until the sun set. Once I brought her home, she finally explained why she’s been feeling guilty about my amnesia. She said I was helping her build a new addition on her house and she accidentally knocked me on the head with a hammer. Said she felt awful, should have been more careful, all of that. I didn’t like seeing her so unhappy, so I hugged her and told her it was alright, and she calmed down.

To be honest, I bet there’s more to the story than that. Tails mentioned I’m supposed to be some kind of “Ultimate Life Form,” so I highly doubt a sweet, silly, petite girl could knock me out with a hammer, especially by accident. She’s probably being too hard on herself for something. She does that a lot.

But she does have a hammer she keeps by the door, this giant yellow and red thing. Just looking at it does make my head hurt.

Day 11

Rose invited over an obnoxious blue hedgehog this afternoon—Sonic, I think? He wouldn’t shut up and kept sprinting around making dumb jokes, saying he ‘would race me if I were feeling better.’

As if I’d need to be at full power to beat that buffoon in a race.

Rose seems...fond of him. She has terrible taste. I didn’t tell her that.

She asked me if I remembered anything about him, and I told her that she must have hit me pretty hard if I managed to forget someone that annoying. I thought she’d be upset, but she laughed instead and said that some things never change.

Day 14

Today

Day 15

Yesterday I

Day 16

Rose and I went to a city two days ago called Westport Westopolis to run a few errands. While we were there, we ran into a man in a military uniform with two differently colored eyes. He started to snap at me about my “extended vacation.” Rose got mad and stepped between us, maybe to defend me, but I couldn’t hear what she said to him because I caught sight of a weird logo on his chest that spelled out “G.U.N.”

It felt like my head was splitting in two.

Unsettling, terrifying noises ricocheted in my mind—panicked voices, pleading, screams—ending with a deafening bang.

I don’t know what that sound was, but it made my stomach turn.

After the bang, my vision went black, and my legs gave out. I don’t remember hitting the floor, though. Maybe Rose caught me. She did say she carried me home, and I’ve never caught her in a lie. She must be stronger than she looks. I couldn’t even leave bed until today, so I’m sure I was no help.

I think something bad happened to me, and I’m scared of finding out what it was. Is it possible to just bring back the good memories? Am I wrong to want that?

I hope I never run into G.U.N. again.

Day 17

Rose thought we could use a nice day off after what happened, so she brought me to the city park with some food and a blanket so we could eat outside on the grass. She said it’s called a “picnic.” The word wasn’t familiar, not even a little. Rose got really sad when I said so. She thinks I’d probably never been on one, even before I lost my memories. She immediately turned determined, scrounged up some food—bread, strawberry jam, peanut butter, chips–and brought me to the city park.

I don’t think this will help me regain any memories, but I don’t mind. She’s cute when she gets all determined like this. Are all female hedgehogs as pretty as she is? I asked her, but she told me to stop embarrassing her. She was as red as the strawberry jam.

I figured Rose would find us a table somewhere, but instead, she spread out the blanket right on the grass. We were halfway through our meal when Rose’s friend Cream hopped over to us with a small blue creature in tow who she calls “Cheese.” She let me hold him. He has an odd texture, warm and soft but jiggly. Not sure what to make of that, but it’s comforting somehow. A few other Chao stopped by, too. They’re clingy, but I like them.

The afternoon passed with no discussion of who I used to be; Rose, Cream, Cheese...all they cared about was who I am now. The temperature and breeze were relaxing, and it was nice to see them laughing and enjoying the comfortable weather. Their voices and the natural sounds of the park were gentle. I would’ve gladly spent all day there.

Rose once told me I’d promised her years ago that I’d keep everyone safe, that I’d made it my life’s mission to protect the Earth and everyone on it. I think I’m starting to understand why.

Day 20

We went grocery shopping in some square today—Station Square, I think it’s called. She had a pretty long list. She’s going to teach me how to make cupcakes. It’s another one of those things I know I’ve never done before. Is she still avoiding my past because of what happened with the commander, or is she just as reluctant to dredge up my memories as I am?

Taking a look at the list, I recognized enough items that I’m sure I could have dashed around the store and cut the time in half; I’ve experimented with my strength and speed here and there, and they’re both returning to me. Even as I thought of it, though, I lost all desire to rush. If I ran, I wouldn’t get to walk by her side. I’d miss the cute way her nose wrinkles when she’s comparing prices. I wouldn’t have gotten to reach the cake mix she was too short for and enjoy the smile it earned me.

Maybe you don’t need a reason to spend time with someone. Maybe the right person is worth it all on their own.

Day 25

Today, Rouge and Omega stopped by. I don’t remember everything about them, but their names are the only ones I’ve known right off the bat so far, and I felt better having them here.

Before they came in, Rose poked her head out the door and whispered something to them about not mentioning “assignments” around me right now, and every so often, she or Rouge would steer the topic away from something. Omega didn’t like that very much. They cut him off when he started mentioning something about target practice, and his internal motors made this disgruntled rumbling noise.

I get the feeling Rouge and Omega—and me, by extension—don’t visit Rose. Rouge didn’t know where the bathroom was, and Omega was analyzing the house’s structural integrity like he’s never been here. I can apparently teleport when I’m at full strength, so distance isn’t an issue, and she clearly needs the company, so why don’t we visit her?

Rouge apologized for not checking up on me sooner, saying they’d been really busy. Whichever “assignments” they’re being sent on must be stressful; Omega was grumpy, and there were bags under Rouge’s eyes. I told them to look out for themselves.

When Rose stepped out to bring in the cupcakes we’d made together, Rouge asked me about her—whether I felt comfortable here, if I wanted to stay somewhere else, all that. I told her I was happy here with her. When I called her “Rose,” though, Rouge stopped. She didn’t respond like Knuckles had. She and Omega exchanged a nervous glance. I asked what was wrong, but they both stalled out. Rouge just said that I was welcome to come back to live with them anytime, especially if I “needed some distance” after I got my memories back. Rose came back with the cupcakes before I could ask what she meant.

Distance from what? From Rose? Why? I like her. I like her smile. I like her cooking. I like how she laughs, even if I don’t always understand why. I like the warm feeling I get when she holds my hand to lead me places. I like hearing her hum when we’re doing chores around her house. I like how she says my name. She puts an extra...something into it that no one else does.

What miserable version of me would want to avoid her? What was I afraid of?

Day 31

It’s been a month now, and I think I need to talk to Rose.

The longer this goes on, the less and less I want to know about whatever darkness is lurking in my past. Every time I think back, all I feel is pain and dread, and I can’t help but wonder if I was ever as happy as I am now. I like the world I live in. I’m not sure I always did.

It feels like almost everyone wants to pull me backwards, but I’m tired of looking back. Why can’t I move forwards instead? Why can’t this be me?

Rose has put in so much time, so much effort into helping me regain my memories, but if anyone will accept my decision, it’ll be her.

I’ll tell her tomorrow.

Day 32

I did it. I told her...and she accepts me!

She said she’d noticed how nervous I was about it, and she understood why. She even told me she loved me—every version of me—memories or not, and that she’d be happy to let me stay here no matter what I choose to do about my amnesia!

But...something odd happened. I can’t explain it, but she said this one phrase that echoed in my mind, and my brain...lurched, as if something was settling into place. She said, “I don’t care what you choose, Shadow. I want to give you a chance to be happy!”

My head’s been spinning ever since. Hopefully I’ll feel better in the morning.

I don’t know how I’ll break the news to everyone else, but with Rose by my side, I’m sure I can do it.

This is who I am.

Shadow sat on the edge of his bed—Amy’s bed—feeling his muscles shake. His jaw clenched harder with each cheesy, embarrassing, lovestruck journal entry his ignorant self had written over the past month.

The immense weight of his agonizing past had lifted for scarcely a moment, allowing him just enough room to drop his guard...and let her in.

And by the time he’d awoken that morning, the entire world had crashed down on his head once more. Raw and honest and unforgiving, leaving him broken like a neglectful Atlas.

His fingers tightened, wrinkling the pages, and his chest clenched. All the years I spent keeping my distance, and she breaks it all down in an instant. And as if that weren’t enough...

Vivid images of the massacre flashed behind his eyes, the gruesome tragedy that had taken everything from him.

Shadow’s heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing grew rough and unstable. His eyes went wide and his expression strained as he stared at nothing, but no tears dared fall.

Energetic footsteps, heavier than expected for a silly, petite hedgehog, bounded around the corner. Amy poked her head in. “Shadow, do you want—”

Shadow choked and threw the journal aside, feeling his face shift into that of a cornered animal. “A-Amy—!”

At the mention of her first name, Amy gasped, and her brow wrinkled in concern. “Shadow? Are you...”

He tore his gaze away.

Shadow heard Amy’s footsteps grow closer, and the bed sank next to him. Her hand hovered for a moment, then rested on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Her light reached out to him. He panted and tried to pull away as he always had, only to fall even further.

The ARK.

Gerald.

MARIA.

Amy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, desperate yet reassuring. “Shadow, it’s okay! You’ll be alright! I’m here.”

Shadow clenched his jaw until it hurt, and he grasped the sheets on either side of him. He could see Amy’s expression pinch out of the corner of his eye, and she rubbed his back. “Is there anything I can do?”

He met her gaze. Try as he might, Shadow couldn’t lock out her warmth, not the way he could just a month ago. He stared for a long moment at the woman he loved—the one he could never have because she was so enamored with someone else—and he sighed. Shadow looked down and shut his eyes. “Take out your hammer.”

A baffled noise escaped Amy’s throat, but she summoned it. “Um...okay...?”

Shadow took the hammer from her hands and held it to his forehead. “Right here. Just...”

After a moment of silent confusion, Amy gasped and ripped the hammer from his hands, throwing it aside. “SHADOW! That’s not funny!” There was a pause, and then her vitriol faded. “Shadow...?”

He felt the tears hit his knees before he even knew he was crying. “Take it back,” he croaked, voice cracking. “Take it all back.”

“Oh, Shadow.” Pain was evident in Amy’s voice, too, and she wrapped her arms around him fully, gentler this time. “I know it’s hard. You’ll be okay.”

“I was h-happy...for once...” he managed through shuddering breaths.

“Shh...it’s alright.”

Shadow turned in Amy’s hold and clung to her, letting himself break down in the arms of the only person left who was allowed to see his tears. He wept for Maria. He wept for Gerald, flawed though he was. He wept for the Shadow of yesterday who’d never known pain or loss or inhibitions, and he wept for the innocence he’d lost yet again.

Brainwashing, amnesia, time travel, and now I almost forgot all over again...only to remember every time. How many times will I be forced to lose them?

Shadow wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, mourning pain both old and new. Amy didn’t falter, not even after his breathing slowed and his muscles stilled.

At last, he lifted his head, vision bleary and head aching. Amy was gazing up at him, eyes watery with tears she’d shed on his behalf. “I’m so sorry!”

Shadow pulled back, baffled, but he held onto one of her hands. “Why?”

“Because I’m the reason you got amnesia in the first place!” she insisted. “I feel awful.”

Shadow was shaking his head even before she finished. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Amy glanced back at the hammer she’d left on the ground, then shot him an incredulous look.

“...Not on purpose,” Shadow added.

Amy groaned and hid her face. “You told me to use a regular hammer, but I got impatient and used mine!”

“In your defense, it was faster.”

“But you told me to be careful!”

“I got in the way,” he fibbed.

Amy yanked at her quills and scrunched her eyes shut. “I should’ve just done the job myself! If only I’d—”

“Amy.”

She peeked her eyes open a crack. Shadow threaded his fingers with hers and pulled them away from her quills. “Stop trying to make me blame you. It’s not going to work.”

Amy stared up at him and sniffled, but she remained silent.

“You’ve been taking care of me. Feeding me. Housing me. Helping me. Making me happy. And it worked.”

As he said that, though, he felt his face fall. It worked...just not forever.

Amy squeezed his hand. “I don’t know everything you’ve been through, and I know it can’t be easy, but you have good memories, too,” she insisted. “Whenever I hear you talk about Maria, it never sounds like you regret meeting her.”

“Of course I don’t!”

Amy jumped, so he averted his gaze and quieted down. “I would never regret meeting her. I couldn’t. Not for a second.”

Amy nodded, encouraged. “And think of all the adventures you’ve been on! Think of your friends! What about Rouge and Omega?”

Shadow’s chest warmed, then instantly tightened. “They’ve been covering for me. All this time. That’s why they were so exhausted.”

“Huh?”

“They’ve been keeping Team Dark going without me this entire time. How much longer would they have kept doing that? A month? Two months? Forever?” All so I could keep playing house with you, happy and ignorant?

I nearly threw away everything we’ve been through together.

The thought repulsed him.

“Because you would have done the same for them,” Amy countered, learning forward to get a better look at his face. “You’re kind. You’re dedicated. And if this had happened to either one of them, you wouldn’t have hesitated for a second.”

There was silence for a moment. Shadow just stared, sensing she had more to say.

Amy’s lower lip trembled. She held on for a few moments before blurting out, “You shouldn’t have been here in the first place!”

“What?!”

“No, no!” Amy spluttered, holding her hands up defensively. “I mean you shouldn’t have been there the day I...” She glanced back at her hammer and cringed.

Shadow rolled his eyes. “You were putting another wing on your house, and no one else would help. Of course I showed up.”

Amy scratched the back of her head and looked down at her feet. “Ah...not quite.”

Shadow’s ears perked up.

Amy bit her lip. “See, I actually...didn’t ask anyone else,” she murmured. “I had it handled. I could have called Tails if I needed help with construction, and I could have asked Knuckles if I needed more strength...but I didn’t. I can do all that by myself.”

With anyone else, Shadow would have snapped in irritation. He kept his tone gentle. “Why did you ask me?”

Amy looked up at him, fidgeting with her fingers. “Promise you won’t get mad at me, okay?”

Shadow nodded. I don’t think I could if I tried.

She paused, then let her head drop, resigned. “Because I wanted to get to know you better.”

Shadow’s heart pounded. “Really?”

Amy nodded, peeking up at him shyly out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve wanted to get to know you since we talked on the ARK, but you’ve always kept your distance. I could never get close.”

Shadow’s heart ached. I never meant to hurt you. He opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat.

Amy twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “But I knew one thing that would work. No matter how busy you are, you’ve always found time to help me. Every single time I’ve asked you for help, you’ve been there.”

Memories of Amy’s voice drifted into his head.

“Thank you so much for coming with me to this concert, Shadow. I never could have gone alone. It’s so much better with you here!”

“Ah, Shadow, I’m so glad you’re here! Cream went into this weird-looking castle, and she hasn’t come back out! Will you go in there with me to look for her?”

“Shadow, please help us! Give them a chance to be happy!”

She’s right. I really will do anything for her.

“Shadow!”

He didn’t know he was grasping at his chest until Amy threaded her fingers with his. Her voice pulled him out of his stupor. “I’m sorry! I know it was wrong. It’s just...you’re so sweet, and brave, and kind...and you don’t hear that often enough. I wanted to know more. I—”

Shadow stalled out as she rambled, at a loss for words. His heart fluttered.

Does she...?

Every word died in his throat. Instead, he grasped her hand with both of his and held it to his chest, letting her feel his racing heartbeat. Her ranting immediately stopped, and one solitary tear faltered, nearly falling from her eye. A voice from fifty years ago, quieter than Amy’s but clear, floated in from the back of Shadow’s mind.

“You have a big heart! It may be difficult for you to express it, but I know that deep down you really do care. About me. About everyone! What you do is what defines you. I know you’re having a hard time finding answers, but I’m certain you will one day. Then, you’ll find even more people you can trust.”

Shadow found his voice at last. “I really wish you could have met her.”

Amy’s confusion lasted for only a moment before melting away, but she remained silent.

He brushed away the tear she’d almost shed, breathed in deeply, and let it out. “She would have loved you almost as much as I do.”

Amy’s eyes bugged out. Shadow slid his hand onto her cheek, making his intentions clear. He waited for a few terrifying seconds that felt like years, praying he hadn’t misinterpreted.

Finally, Amy glanced at his lips...and leaned in to meet him.

Her lips were warm and soft, and Shadow’s eyes fell shut at the pleasant sensation. His motions were tentative from nerves and inexperience, just as hers were, and he lingered for only a few seconds before pulling back. Amy leaned in to follow him, apparently just as reluctant to end the contact, and he pressed their foreheads together to stay close. Her breath tickled his lips, and a shy smile spread across her face. He couldn’t hold back a small grin of his own.

“So does this mean you’ll forgive me?” Amy asked, hesitant but hopeful.

Shadow scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “The girl I’ve had a soft spot for since the beginning resorted to subterfuge to spend more time with me, then pampered me for a month? I’ll live.”

Any last trace of hesitation vanished from Amy’s face, leaving behind cheeks dusted pink. Shadow tilted her head down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before aiming a smile her way. “Thank you, Amy.”

“Ah—”

She snapped her mouth shut. He raised a brow. “Hm?”

Amy pursed her lips, deliberating, and then her expression turned sheepish. “You know...you can keep calling me ‘Rose,’ if you want...” Her eyes shot open. “I mean—you don’t have to, but...”

Shadow perked up. “I can?”

Her smile was small and secretive. “It’s...nice. No one else calls me that, so...it feels special when you do.”

Shadow smirked roguishly. “No problem. ‘Rose’ it is.”

A happy little noise escaped Amy’s throat, and he knew even before looking that her tail was wagging. As he kept looking around her room, though, Shadow’s stomach churned with nerves once more. “So...I know I’ve recovered by now, but...is your offer from last night still valid?”

She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

Shadow tugged absently at the blanket underneath him. “I know you’re lonely, and I’ve found a lot of happiness here. More than anywhere else.” He squeezed his eyes shut, ignored the way his stomach flipped, and met her eyes. “I don’t want to leave.”

Amy’s face barely had time to light up before he was pulled into an enthusiastic embrace. “Of course I want you to stay!”

Shadow choked from her strong hug, then laughed and quieted down when she loosened up. He listened patiently, happy just to hear her rant excitedly about all the new ideas she had for the house.

At last, she retreated, showing the exhilarated, post-rant expression he knew most were never patient enough to see.

Their loss.

Shadow ruffled her quills. “In that case, you’d better have supplies ready when I get back.”

Amy frowned. “What do you mean?”

Shadow stood up and adjusted his gloves. “I really do need to talk to Rouge and Omega, but if I’m moving in, then you’ll need that extra wing on your house more than ever.” He smirked down at Amy. “And it’s been established that you can’t handle that yourself, right?”

Amy leapt to her feet and gave a grumpy pout, cheeks puffing out in irritation. “That wasn’t—! Oh, you—!” He chuckled, and she crossed her arms. A few seconds later, though, she stood up straight and snickered. “Are you sure about that? You’re not just going to ask me to sleep in the same bed with you again~?”

Amy giggled, clearly expecting him to get flustered just as she had. Shadow raised a brow.

There’s nothing you can say that’s more embarrassing than that journal.

Shadow snaked an arm around her waist and cradled the back of her head, showing his own smirk when her eyes shot open. He pulled her close, closer than before, and pressed their lips together. He lingered longer this time, deepening the kiss and feeding more passion into it. He tilted his head and lightly scratched her scalp. Inexperience be damned, he kept going even as her fingers dug into his biceps, only pulling back when she whined quietly against his lips.

Shadow broke contact, unable to hold back a smug smile at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He leaned up to whisper in her ear.

“Not yet.”

Amy squeaked quietly. He released her and stepped back, unable to hold back a lighthearted laugh. She briefly stumbled, face even redder than before, and he felt his smile turn more genuine.

“I’ll see you later, Rose.”

She held a hand to try and hide her face, but her bashful smile showed through. “O-okay.”

He took a moment to enjoy the sight before teleporting away.

I never want to forget this day.

[kings-highway]

48 or 43 with ushiten mayhaps<33 i recall u mentioning a pokemon trainer au at some point as well🤭💕

AAHHhhehehe I sure do have a Pokemon AU 😁 and Ushi and Tendou are two of my favourite characters from that AU so this was a delightful excuse to show them and the 'mons off. Did I answer the prompt? Only barely. Hehehehehehehehehe. Do you know I have a many-page google docs with pokemon teams laid out, including levels, moves, natures and other applicable details? I am currently deeply in love with Pokemon. (Sidenote I recently started playing HeartGold and am wondering why they ever got rid of the pokemon running around behind you that is the best feature ever.)

I'm not going to explain the worldbuilding too much but I lean heavily on satirizing and including game mechanics 😁😁

“Satoshi cap, or the black and white one?” Tendou says, swapping between two different ball caps that seemed relatively similar function wise. He’s focused on the mirror, checking himself out and seeming a little bit indecisive. 

“Black and white, it’s more distinctive to you,” Ushijima replied. He, however, is not getting ready to go out. He’s sitting on the floor, with his back against the bunkbed, playing with the paws of his Wigglytuff like a stuffed animal. It seems to enjoy this very much, trilling back at him with a smile. 

“You didn’t even look,” Tendou complains, turning to face him. 

“I don’t need to look, I know what you and both caps look like.” 

“You’re useless.” 

“Mhm.”

“I need a jacket as well,” Tendou says, turning in a circle for a bit before suddenly finding himself getting his usual school jacket thrown in his face. Infernape was a wonderful partner pokemon, and also completely disregarding of his physical safety. Tendou pulls the jacket off his face, looking down at the singed and somewhat destroyed fabric. “You’ve burned this,” he says, glancing up at his pokemon. “Bad monkey.”

Infernape screams back at him, which makes Wigglytuff flinch in alarm, which triggers Ushijima to scowl up at the monkey scoldingly. Infernape has the sense to look embarrassed, and slink back on the top bunk to avoid being looked at by Ushijima.

Tendou stares up at him for a moment, before saying: “Anyhoo, I don’t like wearing my school jacket anyway, it makes me look like a kid. I am not a kid, I need a better jacket.” 

“It is going to be fairly warm today,” Ushijima comments. “Are you sure the jacket will be necessary? I do not like to imagine you overheating.”

“It is necessary,” Tendou says. “The single-battle trainer spots are all in the damn woods and deep in the shade. It’s so chilly. You know, if you came along, the double-battle spots are located across the park and have more direct sunlight. I’d be nice and warm then, and I wouldn’t need a jacket at all.” 

Ushijima frowns. “I am not a trainer,” he says, lifting his hands up to play with Wigglytuff’s ears. “I would not qualify to be a route trainer even if I wanted to."

“Look, I heard Birch is back in the lab, we could walk down there tomorrow and get you signed up, he probably wouldn’t even make you take a starter. Then you could come be a doubles’ trainer with me, and we’d wipe the floor with every wannabe champion that came through our eyeline. And do it somewhere I’m not freezing to death.” 

Ushijima shakes his head, patting down Wigglytuff’s fur. “No, no,” he says. “Wigglytuff doesn’t fight.” The fluffy pokemon makes a trilling noise of agreement, wiggling around to look at Tendou has if offended at the mere insinuation it do any kind of combat. 

“Oh, please,” Tendou says. “You’ve helped me train before. I know you’ve got Solar Beam on that thing, you blasted Slowbrow into Giratina’s dimension.”

Ushijima sets his chin down on top of Wigglytuff, shrugging. “You should not have set up Sunny Day.” 

Tendou scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying, work would be a lot more fun if we could go stand and spin in circles together. In the sun. You know, I hear some days, Sunny Day takes effect in the double trainer spaces no matter what. You could do a lot of damage.”

“This seems like a lot of work to avoid standing in the shade.” 

“It’s cold.”

“You have a fire monkey.”

“We’re not allowed to have our partners out while at work!”

Ushijima stares at him for a moment, before moving Wigglytuff off his lap and pushing himself up to his feet. “Okay,” he says, wandering over to their tiny, shared closet, to pull out his own jacket and offer it to Tendou. “Use this, then.” 

Tendou pouts, then reaches over to snatch the black jacket. “It does fit with the hat,” he says, before adding: “But it’s like three sizes too big, you massive man.”

“It’s a cute look.”

Tendou scowls at him. “I’m not going for cute.”

“Then be cold.” 

Tendou scoffed, before tugging the jacket over his shoulders. “You’re annoying.” 

Ushijima reached forward, adjusting Tendou’s hat on his head and brushing hair back from his eyes to tuck it away properly. 

“I’ll come keep you company after I finish the schoolwork I have,” he says. 

Tendou groaned, but nodded. “Fine. Okay. I’ll hold you to that. But bring lunch.”

“I’ll bring lunch.”

Infernape barks, hanging off the edge of the bunkbed and getting ready to leave with his trainer. 

“Yes I will bring lunch for you too,” Ushijima replies. “Don’t light my bed on fire.”

[markell3]

the other woman - j.m

james marriott x fem!reader

word count: 1442 words

summary: you like james. he likes you. you are both oblivious idiots in love.

request: james marriott fic where he and reader are friends but she really like him and on a night out he kisses some random girl. Reader sees and gets sad but when he realizes she's sad cause he kissed another girl he confesses to her.

James Marriott is a man that many would call 'Angelic. You would say the same to be fair, but could never admit it out loud.

That was the main problem that you faced with James, no matter how close the two of you got, you could never be fully honest with him, because being completely honest with him would mean telling him your love for him. You would rather die with not knowing if he feels the same than risk losing him forever.

You met James on a night out in Brighton. You went to a pub with friends for a good night out and saw him, up on stage, playing a gig to a crowd with a large number of people with dyed hair. Lot's of people with blue hair jumping and singing their hearts out to this man with a guitar.

As his set ended and he came off stage, he went to the bar to order, sitting right next to you. After almost spilling your margarita all over the front of his pants, the two of you hit it off straight away. You have been inseparable since then.

But with proximity comes problems.

You see, spending more and more time with James has many benefits, as he is probably the most amazing man that has ever walked the earth. It does, however, come with a ridiculously large crush that could rival one of a teenage girls.

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It was the annual Sidemen Christmas party, where drinks are flowing and conversations are blooming across Bez's house. You had been invited as a plus one, the invite obviously coming from James. You don't know how he had been invited but assumed it was through the help of Will.

As you enter the house, thick coat wrapped tightly around your shivering body, you scan the open planned house in search for the man of the hour.

Your eyes sweep the crowd, finally landing on him. A bright light that moves through the crowd lands on James at just the right moment, mid laugh and wearing the gorgeous jumper of his. You weave your way through the crowd, sorry's leaving your mouth as you accidently bump into people.

Just before you reach him, a voice pulls you out of your focus, eyes leaving James' figure to turn to the culprit.

"Hiya darling! Haven't seen you in a minute!" Faith. An angel sent from heaven that ended up with a nonce. You love Faith, you really do. Her timing, however, could be better. This isn't the first time she has interrupted your path to James and certainly wont be the last.

"Faith?! Long time no see?"

"I could ask you the same! Thought you vanished off the face of the Earth." Faith enthusiastically yells over the music, her smiles shining with a level of brightness that even the sun couldn't rival.

"Not vanished—just... hiding from scenes like this." You say, eyes looking beyond Faiths shoulder

"And yet here you are, in the middle of one."

"I got dragged. Blackmailed. Tricked with promises of good music and free drinks."

"Whoever did that deserves a thank-you card. It's really good to see you."

"It is really good to see you was well darling, but I have to go find James. But I will be back to talk in a bit, yeah?"

You walk off in search for James again, and again - like magic - he appears in a gap between the crowd. A smile appears on his face, looking down at someone who you can not see.

Shuffling through the crowd, you finally make it to him, however as you turn around a sight you never expected to see happened.

He was kissing a girl.

Not just regular, fun kiss. Full make-out session in the corner of Faith's mansion.

Your heart sunk, falling to the bottom of your stomach. You didn't want to look but you couldn't pull yourself away from the sight of it. The man you loved and cared for most in this world was kissing another girl.

Its hard, though. You couldn't be mad at him, I mean how could you, he isn't yours. This realisation came rushing at you at full force, he wasn't yours and he did not want you back.

Blinking tears away from your eyes, you leave, running away from your problems like always. The elevator to you right dinged as people got off from coming back from upstairs. You run to the door, entering the elevator and pressing the top floor, the rooftop sounds like a perfect place to be to cry your heart out, doesn't it?

The elevator dings as it reaches the rooftop. The doors open to a beautiful scene, fairy lights scattered across the railing of the roof and a beautiful outside lounge set to complete the cozy atmosphere. You pick one of the chairs to sit on and let it all out, every emotion you have ever held towards James coming out in a streaming trail of tears and cries.

After a while, you finally compose yourself, whipping your tear stained cheeks and breathing in a deep sigh. Suddenly, the ding of the elevator sounds, bringing you out of your state entirely, reminding you where exactly you are.

Heavy boots pad towards where you are sitting and all of a sudden James head appears from around the corner.

"Hey," He says, cautiously walking towards you. "Is everything okay? I saw you for a second then you completely disappeared?"

"No everything is not fine, James". You turn to face him, standing up to try to be on his level. Regadless of your height, you still had to crane your neck to look this man in the eyes. "I am going to be honest with you now because I have held this in for too long its taking over me."

James looks into your eyes concerned, his expression reassuring you that no matter what you revealed to him, that you were there for him.

"I like you, James. A lot actually, and I can't keep going on like this and holding it from you, when I saw you kissing that girl I knew that what i thought was real wasn't and I just needed a moment to process what happened and-"

"Woah, slow down" He cuts you off, stepping closer to you. "You like me?"

"Yeah, I have for a while now"

His eyes move over your face, taking in every detail of it. You stand in silence, just looking at each other, breaths in time with the others.

"For the love of god James, say something" You look up at him stepping closer, hands going to his chest to try and snap him out of whatever trance he had been put under.

His hands move to your cheeks, cupping them and pulling you closer. A breath is stolen from you as he moved closer, his eyes searching yours for answers.

"I'm so glad you feel the same"

He moves slow, his mouth coming to yours at a pace that felt both too quick but too slow. The second contact was made, feelings you didn't kow you expressed for James erupted with in you. Magic would be the only real word to describe the feelings you felt.

His mouth moves against yours in an angelic way, gentle but desperate, like he had been waiting just as long for this moment. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, grounding you, as his lips mold to yours: soft, certain, and full of every unsaid thing lingering between you.

The world feels quiet, time slowing to nothing but the steady rhythm of your heart thudding wildly in your chest. His lips move in perfect sync with yours, tentative at first, then deepening as the walls finally crumble between you both.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours, his breath uneven, eyes flickering between your gaze and your lips. "I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?" he murmurs, his voice rough around the edges but laced with relief.

You manage a small, breathless laugh, hands still pressed to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. "The biggest," you whisper, a teasing smile curling at the edges of your lips.

James chuckles softly, his hands trailing down to your waist, anchoring you there. "Guess I’m lucky you put up with me anyway."

His eyes soften, and without another word, he leans in again—this time with no hesitation, no questions, just the undeniable certainty that this moment, this feeling, was real.

An Angel had truly made this man because god all-mighty, he was perfect.

note: thank you to @mcgarrets-world for the ask!! this is my first fan fic i have ever written, so i hope you like it y'all! please let me know if anyone would like any more in the future. I currently have one in the works but god knows when that will be out. hope everyone has a good day/night! much love

[seeminglyunconcious]

Parallel Universe #3100

In which a universe where Pangi 100 visits Lukey 3000 in Brighton, where he just moved. This is their aimless walk around a topic which they've both avoided all day.

Or the Skam Fr night-walk scene inspired by my own getting lost that one time I visited Brighton.

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Lukey studied the Pangi’s profile, his jaw was clenched and brows furrowed; he seemed to be deep in thought. Well, he would be too if he wasn’t so distracted by his friend.

There was something about the younger man that mesmerized him. Perhaps it was how the lights and shadows played with his features, making his jawline more pronounced or how his dimples were more expressed as the sunlight hit him a certain way. Twice now he had to stop himself from reaching out and rubbing a thumb over the mole just beneath his cheek. In short, Luke could admire him all day as one would do the artwork in the Louvre… he is art. 

Or maybe he was just madly in love as those cliche stories go. Lukey let out a light laugh, attracting Pangi’s attention.

“What are you laughing at?” His hazel eyes met the sunlight, immediately making him squint, but Lukey was once again dazzled—it's crazy how perfect the sun turned his eyes into gilded amber. Something he’d never noticed before, but noted down in his mind.

He offered a smile, “Nothing, just thinking how great it would be if you moved here ya know? We could be roommates or if not that, at least we could see each other every day instead of through the phone.”

“I don’t know man… It’ll be weird moving here and starting fresh.” Pangi huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was wearing the blue flannel Lukey wore out this morning when they had left his flat; throughout the day it had bounced between them and ended up with Pangi.

Blue looked good on him, especially his blue.

They walked in silence passing by an empty road and found themselves in some sort of garden. It had mottled pavement and high walls worn down by erosion and climbing ivy, a sight not really found in public areas. Were they trespassing, probably… not? Lukey hadn’t ever walked to this part of Brighton before, preferring walks on the beach and roads adjacent.

“Well, I’m not going to push you, but a lot of our friends are here so you wouldn’t be alone. I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with you till you got your own.” Lukey flashed him a teasing smile, the events of this morning still fresh in his memory. “Always fun to wake up to a surprise, right?”

—--

They’d been sharing said bed for about three days now; somehow, they kept gravitating towards each other in the middle of the night. They tactically kept quiet about it, both avoiding the blush that accompanied them in the morning as they untangled their arms and legs. There was definitely a conversation to be had, but Lukey knew when to push and pull.

Like professionals trained in PR, they both danced around the subject when friends came up to tease them or when subtle gazes lingered a little too long. Up until this morning… They got lost in enjoying each other’s presence, shirts off- it was sweltering even in the morning mind you- in Lukey’s bedroom with the windows open and sheets beneath their feet.

In a fit of boredom, Pangi decided to launch a tickle attack on him out of the blue. They both tumbled out of the bed, dragging the thin blanket along till they were both an entangled, giggling mess on the floor.

Pangi hovered over Lukey, holding the older boy’s wrists to either side of his head with a victorious grin, panting between laughs. Lukey was laughing too, painfully aware of their situation- his situation, but trying to brush it off with thoughts of cold water and the ugly smell of the alleyways outside.

Lukey couldn’t help but admire how comfortable they’d gotten with each other. Then, Pangi leaned back-

“AH!” x2

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It was now the evening, bordering sunset. They’ve been outside the whole day, a seemingly massive diversion from their little experience in the morning. They had just gotten dinner with some of the Brighton crew before they went on their own and strayed off the main roads.

Lukey couldn’t lie, he didn’t know where they were heading or where they were, he just felt it was right to go here. If you avoid the occasional tombstone and grave markers it was quite a restful area with little to no people; no pun intended. Could there have been better places to take your crush on a walk-and-talk about feelings? Absolutely, the beach was right there. But, he’d promised himself before Pangi came to visit that he’d make it a memorable one regardless of the process.

“It’s not that I don't want to- just, let me think…” The younger boy paused again, his eyes scanning the surroundings and a hand rested beneath his chin, Lukey could almost hear the gears turning.

“Just… it’s a big commitment y’know? And-” he paused slightly, one eyebrow raised in worry and slowly pointed an index finger up in the air. It was a crypt, an undisguised one at that with carved angels on each side of its gates.

“Uh yeah, that’s what you think it is.”

“Sooo, we're in a graveyard? You took me to a graveyard and it's almost dark.” Pangi looked at him, his eyebrows raised in accusation, but it once again reflected the last rays of setting sun making it shine so prettily. “What are we doing here? Is this even allowed?!”

It was hard to keep himself from laughing- probably rude to do that in a graveyard anyway. Lukey’s eyes never strayed away, curved upwards in mirth as he raised both hands in innocence, “It wasn’t on purpose! I swear!” 

It would’ve been more believable if his shoulders weren’t shaking up and down in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

“I thought it was a park!” As if fate was playing a prank they then saw a placard on a nearby wall, “St Nicholas Rest Garden”. Mouth slightly agape, Lukey couldn’t even be bothered to defend himself and busted out laughing.

He was swiftly met with a soft punch to his shoulder. “This isn’t funny! C’mon we might be arrested or fined for trespassing.” There was genuine concern in his voice.

“Dude, it’s fine. I mean the gates were open, right, and we passed by people on the way here.”

“Lukey…” Pangi pinched the bridge of his nose and slightly looked up, clearly feigning distress.

“Yes, Pangi?”

“Just let’s go, please?”

“Fiiine.” He wasn’t opposed to leaving considering it was getting dark and the surprise factor was already hit. But, they haven’t even talked yet which would defeat the whole reason they went out to begin with. He watched the other boy bring out a phone and pull up the map app, clearly zooming in and making a pointed effort to show it was indeed a graveyard, before typing in his address.

Eventually, they got to walking, making sure to go down streets with lights and not attempt to go through mysterious passageways lined by trees as they did before.

Lukey let Pangi take the lead, trailing slightly behind to admire the wind blowing his hair and flannel about. It was a beautiful night and the stars haven’t even come out yet.

“About this morning…” Pangi’s voice broke their silent strides. “I- I didn’t mean- didn’t know… you were…”

It was a rare sight to see him stutter, an even rarer sight was to see him blush below the collars of his shirt- not that he’d ever been paying attention before. Usually Pangi carried himself in confidence, taking tit for tat in their banter, making sure he always retaliated or ended things with a laugh. So it was endearing for Lukey to see him trying to avoid eye contact and watching mannerisms unknown to him unfold.

Granted it was dark- multitasking trying to walk, not trip, and admiring his close friend in front of him was quite a task. Yet, he caught on to the slight fidgeting the other did at the hem of the flannel or how he took quick glances from his peripheral as if to check if Lukey ran away.

“I’ve already gotten over it,” Lukey said in a relaxed tone, putting his hands behind his head before flashing him a smile. “It was the morning and well… hard to stay calm when someone hot is pinning down on the carpet half-naked y’know?”

Silence pervaded them again, noticeably this time Pangi made an effort to pull the shirt collars closer to himself.

With lips curved upwards he continued, “And it’s been awhile since I did anything alone; Tertle’s visit, the subathon, and then you came. Which- no harm done by the way, it was good you came. It was getting lonely in there.”

No response, so he continued.

“And I’ll keep saying it, it would be nice if you moved in. Would solve both our issues, since we both have attachment issues right?” 

Pangi shook his head, still facing forward, “What about if you wanted to bring someone over?”

“Why would I wanna do that?”

“Well… you said you were lonely and didn’t have time alone…” There was apprehension in his voice, as if tip-toeing on glass shards. Sometimes Lukey wondered which of them was the more confident one, because in times like this he would say himself, to which Pangi’s loud retort would follow after.

“If…” He brought his hands to his pockets and caught up, matching his pace just enough for both of them to feel the warmth emanating from each other’s arms. “...we- uh- you moved in. I don’t think I would need to think about being alone.”

Pangi stopped at the intersection, almost having Lukey collide with him. He looked up before taking a deep breath and spoke with a shaky voice, “It’s gonna rain soon.” 

“Yeah.”

“We should probably run home.” 

“We could.”

They turned and faced each other, the glow of the streetlamp hovering over their heads as if a spotlight on a stage play- they, the leading actors. Both eyes wandered over the face of the opposite, lingering on small features they both enjoyed of the other. For Lukey, it was Pangi’s eyes and those eyebrows which could tell whatever the younger one was thinking. For Pangi, it was Lukey’s smile and how it indicated that another great idea would find its way out to keep them together.

There wasn’t even a hint of thunder before the rain fell in small batches, filling the air with an earthy coastal scent.

“It’s raining.”

“I think you’d be fine, you have my shirt.”

Hazel eyes questioned brown ones in a silent conversation; questioning, prodding, pushing for an answer. The rain continued to fall, making them both look like sopping wet cats as their hair soaked in the moisture, but gentle smiles formed on their faces.

“You mean it?”

“I’ve always meant it… with you.”

Hands found arms and shoulders to perch on as they stepped closer, feeling the breath of the other.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Lukey grinned and wiggled his eyebrows as an answer, promptly met by a light kick on the shin. “Fine… I was just worried I’d scare you off. You’re not exactly the confident type when it comes to feelings.”

“So, now we’re just making stuff up, huh?”

“If the shoe fits.”

There they stood under the cover of an umbrella of light as their lips touched; intimate flames surged in between grasping hands and gasps for air. Laugher broke through the downpour, as two souls found themselves entwined in ways beyond the characters they played. A memorable night in which Lukey 3000 and Pangi 100 of a different universe shared their hearts under a sky where the rain replaced the stars.