#they just wanted to see her have fun and enjoy herself

[rabesbabe]

Ava Starr x reader headcanons

A/N: i couldn’t hold off on writing for her shes just the cutest and deserves more fics so here’s some head canons for what it’d be like dating ava! (not proofread like usual also written at like 4 am… so ignore any mistakes lol)

☁︎ it’d be a really rocky start. ava isn’t very trusting (obviously) but i think being her teammate would help build her trust. she’d definitely try to shut you out at first but would learn you have good intentions and start to let her guard down.

☁︎ i literally see her having no idea she developed feelings for you until someone blatantly pointed it out. like one day her and yelena are talking in the kitchen and you walk in to grab a snack and ava literally goes silent just shyly watching you. and once you’re gone yelenas just laughing and snorting in ava’s face while she looks at her confused. “oh wow. you’re in deep.”

☁︎ since she’s been isolated and tested on basically her whole life i see her being so lost when it comes to healthy relationships in general even friendships too. so when you come around and always invite her to do things with you or just go out of your way to help her she’s caught off guard every single time. like you guys are sitting on the couch and she says she’s cold so you get up to bring her a hoodie. and she just stares at you handing it to her until you verbally tell her you brought it cause she said she was cold…?

☁︎ she’s also super witty which makes her lowkey goated when it comes to flirting. her main way of flirting would be trying to make you laugh. she’ll literally roast the hell out of walker just to hear you giggle even a little bit. (although she just likes to piss him off) she definitely uses her accent to her advantage as well. always using your name unnecessarily when talking to you because you said you like the way she says it (literally once).

☁︎ when it comes to actually asking you out she’s a WRECK. pacing the tower, staring at the ceiling while thinking of ways to ask you, and if anyone tries to question her about her behavior trust they’re getting the snarkiest reply in return. i just know she struggles to control her phasing when she’s nervous so when she finally builds up the courage to ask you out she’s literally phasing so much and it’s the cutest thing ever.

☁︎ she has no concept of privacy or personal space when it comes to other people (especially you cause she has to always be around you). so she wants to hangout but you’re in your room? no problem! suddenly she’s phased through the wall and waiting for you to notice her. you’re reading a book? nope wrong. you AND ava are reading a book because she’s basically laying over your side while you read cause she wants to be close to you.

☁︎ like most of the thunderbolts she definitely comes off super stoic and reserved but when you get to know her she’s really lighthearted and fun to be around. i see her always making the team laugh and joking around with them. and giving nonchalant compliments alll the time that everyone secretly loves. her noticing bucky got a new arm and walking by like, “an upgrade? looks good.” meanwhile bucky is over the moon someone noticed.

☁︎ she loves to lovingly tease you about things and poke fun at you a lot but the second anyone else tries to she’s immediately coming to your defense no matter what the joke was

☁︎ you both have your own rooms in the tower but she literally cannot sleep by herself anymore. it’ll be like 3 am and she’ll phase into your room and you’ll just wake up with a snoring ava cuddled into your side

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maybe i’ll do a part two if anyone enjoys this !

[coffinclownery]

Hot Take Ashley Noticed Andrew Being Horny Weird Around Her

I think Ashley knows about the peeping. It would explain why she assumes the worst of Andrew. I made a post before about how Ashley seems to believe the "men think of sex every 5 seconds" myth regarding Andrew, not realizing how Andrew's focus is on her specifically. I think her realizing Andrew's horny around her doesn't disprove anything I said. Because to her this would actually prove her point. That he's so horny that he'd even lust after his sister, but is too much of a coward to actually say it to her face. And because Andrew never fully explains how down bad he is for her, Ashley's left to assume that Andrew's just that desperate for sex and nothing else. And whenever she tried to explore being more romantic she's pushed away, further cementing that its just lust.

Like the time when they were teens, and Ashley wondered if they could be different. She wasn't fully onboard with being gross together, but she was curious about being a couple. Something different. But then Andrew pushed her away and never explained why he was uncomfortable, so the only conclusion Ashley could come to was that Andrew didn't see her that way. Then in the year and change they don't talk she notices him getting horny, so she's only left to assume that it must just be her body he's interested in, despite already being in a relationship with Julia. He just wanted her body but not be in a "real" relationship like he was with Julia, which I think also contributed to how pissed she was when they became "official." Even without doing anything, it's hard to imagine her not feeling used this way. And also becoming "official" signified the potential to get married, leaving Ashley behind.

Which is exactly what Andrew was planning, running off without even trying to talk it out with her!

There's also the "mishap" on the couch in shots, when after the shotgun she takes the initiative to kiss Andrew back.

She never gave herself the opportunity to explore her own view of sex, but I do think that she genuinely likes being affectionate to Andrew and him being affectionate to her, even when they definitely cross the line. She likes hugs, cuddles and sometimes even the "mishaps," maybe because in those moments she can feel like she's actually loved. The last time she was really happy was joking around on their parents couch and biting him. But once again, Andrew pushes her away, saying she's bad at it.

In the splat ending she admits it hurts when Andrew doesn't think she likes them.

And in the Shots and Such ending she gives up on the soft affectionate side of their relationship altogether, only using her body as a means to an end and even resenting the one time she almost enjoyed it.

Andrew complains about not having boundaries with Ashley, but the sick joke is he never gave Ashley boundaries either. Her privacy was invaded by him without explanation. She was used as an object of desire the way Ashley used "Andy" as a safe object. One of the many reasons Ashley prefers "Andy" is that he would be with her without expecting anything, but "Andrew" has the wants of a man which threatens to separate him from her.

It's also why she's so confused in the cliffhanger route. Andrew gives her "promises" and is affectionate, yet isn't interested in bartering for affection or using her body. It almost shakes that deep-seated view she has of Andrew.

...Then of course Andrew fucks it up right before they separate. And now Ashley's left with the Entity's words about him betraying her until he either returns or she goes looking for him.

Also fun fact, Andrew never says "I love you" back to Ashley. Not once. Because if he did his real feelings for her might leak out. You could say Ashley's similar in that most of her "I love yous" are for Andy, but unlike Andrew I think she extends what she considers "love" to Andrew too, in a different way.

Anyway tl:dr Ashley's assumption of Andrew being horny all the time was possibly contributed to the fact that Andrew kept failing to hide his horniness around her. At this point it'd be healthier for Andrew to just ask Ashley out. Go out to the movies? Have a candlelight dinner with a couple limbs and some wine? Go stargazing? I heard someone had a really good pick-up line to use during stargazing.

[plum-pastry]

You Float Like A Feather

Stranger Things au

Eddie Munson x Reader

wc: 3.6k

Summary: A win, a milkshake, and a quiet unraveling. Sometimes, the people who really see you are the ones you never expected. A win for Hawkins High means a night out, but between quiet moments and louder truths, she starts to wonder if fitting in has come at a cost.

Previous Chapter

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I tied the shoelaces of my white sneakers as I sat on the bleachers a few minutes before practice started. It was always nice to get into the gym before the other girls so I could stretch and talk with Chrissy. Even though Chrissy was captain, she loved having my input and the routine, and my company, as she flounced around, waving her arms and mumbling the counts under her breath.

Her blonde hair bounced behind her in a ponytail and I watched her as she closed her eyes and half did the steps of our new cheer she named “Hawkins Heat.” She moved effortlessly only stopping to check the time on her watch before repeating the routine again. I watched with a smile on my face. I didn’t know how Chrissy did it, but she made everything seem like it was fun and like it mattered. I saw her heart in everything she did. She wasn’t nice for show. She just was. She didn’t take charge as captain so that she could abuse her power, she did it because she truly enjoys cheering others on.

She finished the routine with a huff and sat next to me on the bottom bleacher. She took a large gulp of water and feigned passing out on the floor, her arms and legs splayed out like she was making a snow angel. I laughed at her antics and laid right beside her grabbing her hand. She joined me in my laughter and we both looked up to the ceiling. 

As I looked up at the fluorescent lights, I thought about my friendship with her. We had known each other since elementary school, we’ve always been a part of the same clubs and extracurriculars, but we really didn’t become friends until the 8th grade. For a while I thought I was jealous of her, but I ruled that out when I thought about all the times I was happy to see her succeed. Then I went into a phase of questioning if maybe I was in love with her. You know, I guessed if I didn’t want to be her, that must’ve meant I wanted to be with her, right? But then I had no ill will against any of the boyfriends she had and when I closed my eyes to imagine kissing her, everytime her face always morphed into Rob Lowe’s. That’s when I realized I simply admired her. She was everything I wanted to be and more and I loved her for that.

“You should come over tonight Chris. My mom and dad are gone for the weekend and I don’t want to watch Footloose alone.”

She sighed before sitting up and I followed suit. 

“You know I would but after the game tonight we’re all going to Josie's diner. And you know once the boys are out for the night it doesn’t just stop at shakes and fries.” 

She groaned as she lifted herself from the floor, “Jason’s got to have at least two beers before the night even really starts and by the time he’s on his second that means Todd’s on his forth.”

I wrapped my arms around my knees and laughed as she rolled her eyes and continued ranting about the dreadfulness of tonight.

“And if Todd’s on his forth that means the keg’s on its way out and that leaves me to babysit Jason because he’ll let the boys peer pressure him into drinking more and you know how he gets when he’s drunk.”

I laughed loudly, more like I screamed, and I threw my head back and cackled, “Yeah, which is exactly why I’m not going out tonight.”

She cupped her hands around her mouth and booed me, “Don’t be boring!” She grabbed my arms from around my knees and pulled me up to my feet.

“You have to come tonight.”

I folded my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at her, cocking my head to the side.

“Give me one good reason.”

She looked to the ceiling then down to the floor, using her finger to jokingly tap her chin as she hummed. I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out and then she smiled at me before quickly pretending to think again.

“Oh I got it!” She linked her arm with mine and pulled me in close.

“You should go because, I’m your best friend and you are mine and best friends should hang out and share a basket of fries together then laugh at boys as they try to one up one another by seeing who can smash the most cans on their heads.”

I looked at her and without saying a word and she held a grin on her face, batting her eyes at me. I ran away from her, knowing she’d stick out her bottom lip soon and start saying “pwease” instead of please.

“I will make you a deal. I’ll go–”

“Yes!” She jumped up and down, throwing her fist into the air.

“If!” I pointed my finger at her emphasizing the word and she stopped and put her hands to her side going stiff as she nodded her head giving me her full attention. 

“And only if the boys win tonight.”

She groaned and stomped her foot. I smiled smugly and tightened my ponytail as the other girls started walking into the gym. Chrissy crossed her arms but still smiled.

“I have faith that our boys will win tonight, especially since we’ll be doing the new routine. You’re coming out tonight. I can feel it in my bones.”

She started shaking her limbs like she was singing the hokey pokey song and I scoff laughed at her as she began to walk to the middle of the gym floor with the other girls.

“Our school hasn’t won a championship in years. I doubt that’ll change tonight.”

She raised her cheerful voice slightly and it echoed in the gym as she said, “You’re wrong this time. Tonight’s the night!”

She let out a loud woo hyping the girls up and leading them through the stretches. I shook my head at her and walked slowly to join them. No way in hell they’re winning—and no way in hell I’m going out.

***

I stared in shock as Lucas Sinclair was lifted onto the shoulders of the basketball team. Chrissy came up and bumped her butt against mine, cheering for the team’s victory—and my misery. In the last second on the board Lucas, who had been warming the bench all season, scored the winning basket securing the championship for Hawkins High. 

Chrissy danced circles around me and I bit my cheek to keep from smiling. “You’re coming out tonight. You’re coming out tonight. My best friend’s coming out tonight!”

I gently pushed her away from me and rolled my eyes. She laughed loudly and skipped over to Jason giving him a kiss on the cheek. And I watched as she animatedly told him about me coming out tonight.

“I’m just glad I didn’t bet money on this,” I said as I began to walk to Lucas.

He was still standing there getting praised by some of the team. He had the biggest smile on his face and even though he was surrounded by a bunch of people he still looked to the bleachers, searching for someone else. He may have been smiling but I could tell it didn’t reach his heart. It was the same smile I practiced in the mirror. The safe smile, the smile of being in.

“That was an amazing shot Lucas.”

He blew air through his lips and waved in that nonchalant way. I laughed because I could tell he was actually very excited and happy about his winning shot.

“Nah, it was nothing.”

“No, it wasn’t nothing. This is the first time we’ve won the championship in years. I’m assuming you’ll be going out tonight with the team right?”

He scratched the back of his head and looked down to the ground. 

“Well, I don’t know actually…”

“You have to come! I wasn’t going to go either but Chrissy bet me that if the team won I’d go with her. And now thanks to you,” I stuck my finger into his side and he laughed pushing my hand away. “I have to go sit in a crowded booth with stinky basketball players at Josie’s diner.”

“Hey, I don’t stink,” he lifted his arm and took a big whiff of his under arm before pulling his face back and making a look of disgust. A loud laugh left my mouth and he joined in, the sad almost longing smile from before now replaced with a genuine one.

“Besides the funk, you and Chrissy are the only people I’ll actually have fun with tonight, and Chris will be glued to Jason’s hip. And, since it’s your fault I’m forced to go, you should come with me.”

He stared at me for a long time and I began to make the same pleading face Chrissy gave me early. Even though I only saw Lucas as a little brother, boys just can’t resist puppy eyes and a puckered bottom lip.

He gave a big sigh before he slowly nodded his head before saying, “Ok, but you’re buying my shake.”

I smiled big and clapped in excitement. 

“That sounds like a deal to me. We’ll be in Jason’s car.”

He said okay and started walking to the locker room to take a quick shower. Before he completely left the gym he turned back to me with a big smile.

“Hey, just so you know I was going out anyway but thanks for the shake.”

I shook my head at him and crossed my arms as he skipped into the locker room yelling “We just won the championship” and a loud chorus of celebratory screaming erupted.

***

When we all got to the diner almost every table and booth were filled with couples or families with children. It felt like everyone and their mother had decided Josie’s was the place to be after Hawkins’ legendary win. For a moment I thought we were all going to turn around and sulk out without our milkshakes and fries but a loud group of older men saw us and got up to congratulate the boys on their win. I stood to the side and watched the interaction. Anyone could see that these men were basketball players back in their day, they all looked like Jason. Hair combed back, smiles on their face, and eyes that drooped from the beers they most likely had before and after the game.

They gave us their booths and we gladly took up both spots. Lucas sat beside me with Todd while Jason and Chrissy sat across from us and the rest of the group sat at the booth behind us. I rolled my eyes when Lucas started pointing at the menu we shared spouting out all of the things he planned to order. I stared at the menu but I listened in on the hushed conversation Chrissy and Jason were having.

“Babe, I don’t think you should have a shake and fries tonight.” I glanced at them—Chrissy and Jason, both wearing tight-lipped smiles. I quickly looked back down at the menu nodding my head at whatever Lucas had just said. 

“Jason, all I had for lunch today was an apple and a carton of milk,” Chrissy whispered in a wobbly voice. I imagined the tears that were no doubt forming in her eyes. I knew she had been struggling with her self image recently and I had been supporting her in her journey of getting better. So, hearing Jason tell her “Chrissy, no one wants to see a lardass in a tight cheer uniform.” I quickly cleared my throat, gathering everyone’s attention as the waitress came to our table and sat waters down. She started taking our orders beginning with the boys first. They all ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and large shakes. The waitress looked to chrissy with her pencil ready to write her order. 

Chrissy looked down at the menu before looking at Jason who slightly shook his head.

“Actually ma’am I’m not hungry so I’ll just have this glass of water.”

The waitress looked at her with a raised brow before asking her if she was sure. Chrissy just looked down at her hands in her lap and nodded yes.

“Alright, love. And for you?” 

I looked at the waitress then held the menu up to cover my face as I told her my order.

“I’ll have a double cheese burger with extra pickles with mayo and mustard on the side cut in half. I’ll also have an order of french fries and an order of onion rings. And I want a large strawberry milkshake with whipped cream, two cherries and—” I lowered my menu and looked Jason in the eyes. “Two straws.”

Chrissy had a smile on her face despite the tears in her eyes as she realized I ordered the burger exactly the way she liked it and got her favorite flavor of milkshake. The waitress took the menus with a small grin on her face and winked at me as she walked away. Jason’s face was red, but he still presented a cool facade. But, I knew he was pissed.

“Wow that’s a lot of food for one person,” he said with his forced smile almost looking like a sneer.

I tilted my head, playing dumb, shrugging my shoulders. 

“I’m really just really hungry. I just spent two hours sweating and hopping around cheering. I deserve to eat,” I said looking Chrissy in her eyes as I said the last sentence.

He scoffed at my words and said, “If you keep eating like that you’ll be popping out of your uniform like a can of biscuits.”

I just shrugged my shoulders again and smirked looking away from him, deciding to end the conversation with one last thing.

“Huh. Funny—I’ve never heard anyone complain when they’ve got a biscuit in their mouth.” 

Lucas choked on his water as he began to laugh and Todd whispered, but not really, “God, you’re hot.” as I sat smug in my seat. 

Jason rolled his eyes and Chrissy laughed into her palm, tears completely gone now. We all chatted, excluding Jason, until our food came. I took a bite of half of the burger, ate a handful of fries, three onion rings, and took a big gulp of the milkshake before I blew a breath and placed a hand on my stomach. All the boys at the table looked at me and I smiled.

“I just got really full all of a sudden. There’s no way I can eat all of this by myself. Chrissy?” She gave me her full attention as I slid the food in the middle of the table between us. 

“You have to help me finish this, I don’t want to waste my money.”

She smiled and kept eye contact with me, we ignored the glares from Jason, and she picked up the other half of the burger and took a bite closing her eyes. Jason scoffed, tossing his burger back on his plate and the rest of us continued to eat. Lucas lightly nudged my side and mouthed ‘nice.’ I smiled back at him and stuck another onion ring in my mouth, completely satisfied.     

Eventually Jason’s bad attitude caused him to leave our booth and he went to talk with the others at the booth behind us, dragging Todd with him. He stood at the end of their table talking about their plans after we had all finished eating. Lucas had gone to use the bathroom muttering something about he shouldn’t have had that much dairy. So it was just me and Chrissy left. I watched her with a feeling of happiness as she finished off the shake by eating both of the cherries at the bottom.

“Thanks,” She said as she wiped her mouth.

I laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

I leaned onto the table to get closer to her and I whispered, ”You shouldn’t let him talk to you like that Chris.”

She nodded her head but her eyes wouldn’t meet mine.

“I know, but it’s hard.”

I took her hand under the table and squeezed it.

“Talk to me Chrissy.”

She sniffled and I saw a tear drop into her milkshake glass.

 “I wonder sometimes if all of the shit I do is worth fitting in, like would my life be easier if I didn’t try to fit into a mold? If I let me be me instead of trying to please Jason, or my mom, or anyone else? If I was more like—”

The entire dinner went quiet as a loud group of kids walked in. I recognized most of them as freshmen and two of them were in my grade, but there was this girl with them that was obviously younger. All of them were wearing Hellfire Club t-shirts. They all run to an empty booth on the other side of the diner, parallel from the one me and Chrissy were in. They ignored the stares of everyone as they talked over one another. Then the door opened again and in sync we all turned to see none other than.

Eddie Munson.

He swaggered in grinning at Jason as he glared at him then he looked at me and winked before sitting with his group. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic entrance. Leave it to Munson to make a scene.

Jason came back to the table and said, ‘The freaks are multiplying,’ before announcing they were heading out. I looked at Chrissy hoping she would say she didn’t want to continue the night out with him, but she just gave him a small smile and nodded her head. I sighed and told them I was going to check on Lucas, who’d been in the bathroom way too long.

“We don’t really have time to wait on you. Todd’s guy is going to be getting the beer soon and we have to meet him or he’ll leave,” Jason said with a grin.

“Maybe you and Lucas can catch the next party. Come on babe.”

He took Chrissy’s arm and started to walk away from me. Chrissy looked over her shoulder with a sorry expression but did not try to pull away from him. I watched through the windows as Jason started his car and pulled out of the parking lot. I sighed and plopped down back in my seat.

“Well there goes my ride.”

I put my head in my hands for a moment until I felt the booth shift as someone sat on the other side. I didn’t bother opening my eyes before I said, “Lucas we’ve officially been ditched.”

“Yeah, I kinda saw it all happen. It was actually really sad.”

I quickly sat up and opened my eyes to see Eddie sitting across from me with a smile on his face. I could feel the heat rise from my neck to my face as I struggled to find words from the shock of Eddie being face to face with me.

All I managed was a breathy, ‘What?’

He laughed at my flustered embarrassed state and I felt like I wanted to crawl under a rock. This was the second time today that Eddie Munson had gotten under my skin and unnerved something in me that I tried to keep hidden. 

“Jason’s a douchebag and so are his friends.”

“Yeah I know–”

“So why do you hang out with them?” he said as he interrupted me. The smile he previously had was now gone and the atmosphere around us got very serious.

I stared into his eyes, trying to think of an answer that wasn’t the truth he already knew. When I couldn’t come up with an answer I just asked him a question instead.

“Do you think I’m a douchebag too?”

It was quiet again but instead of holding eye contact with me he leaned back into his seat and folded his arms, drumming his ringed fingers in a rhythm on his leather covered bicep. He took his time looking me over and I felt my blush intensify. He slowly shook his head, his dark curls moving with the motion.

He leaned onto the table, putting his weight on his elbows and grinned. 

“No, I don’t think you are.”

 “Then what do you think of me?”

I don’t know what possessed me to ask that, but a small part of me always wants to know how others view me. I cared about Eddie’s opinion of me, someone I simply saw around school, someone I’ve only ever spoken to when we had the same classes together, made me bite my nails in nervousness to hear if he saw through my cracks I filled with fake smiles.

“You fool everyone into thinking you float like a feather, but really you’re scared.”

I swallowed. “And what am I afraid of, Eddie?”

He tilted his head, studying me. “I think you’re afraid to be seen.”

The booth school as he got up from his seat and held his hand out for me to take. I stared at him questioningly and he nodded his head over to the booth all of his friends were at, including Lucas who seemed to be having a heart to heart with two of the freshmen boys.

“Come to our table and you’ll find out what you’re afraid of, is really what you need.”

My stomach fluttered at his words and I hesitantly placed my palm in his and stood, following his lead over to the Hellfire’s club. 

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I hope everyone enjoyed this part! There wasn't much Eddie but now that they know each other for real we'll be seeing more of him!

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[starchild-unnamed]

Bonfires & Bliss

Summary: Ace and his girlfriend(Aria; OC) are enjoying the company of their friends around the fire after a laid back afternoon at the beach. Tired of her teasing him all day, Ace decides that it’s time to put his girlfriend back in her place by making her the star of the show.

A huge thanks to the lovely @fanaticsnail and @hellkaiserinphoenix for being my biggest cheerleaders; without their input and support, this thing would never have seen the light of day.

Words: ~4.4k (SO much longer than intended)

Find Part 2 here!

Tags: Soft Dom!Ace x OC, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, smut, porn with plot, praise, implied aftercare, kinks(exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding, “Daddy,” affectionate degradation: “slut” “whore”), humiliation, pet names used, check-ins, doggy!reverse cowgirl!p in v sex, oral(both receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, overstim, mind-breaking(gentle), public sex, cumming in public, bukakke, facials, cum swallowing, fucking with an audience, commentary by onlookers(feat: Whitebeard Pirates). (this is definitely gonna send me straight to hell)

Once again, the Moby Dick was lively and vibrant. Anchored at an uninhabited island, the crew decided it was the perfect opportunity for a beach day. The full moon already at its peak, Aria sat in her boyfriend Ace’s lap by the bonfire he had made. Much of the crew having already returned to the deck of the ship, only a handful of the younger members remained. It had been a good day, and the warm atmosphere and pleasant mood had Aria feeling especially bold. Shifting her position in his lap, Aria subtly pressed herself back against Ace’s cock. Ace’s hands immediately flew to her hips, holding his girlfriend firmly in place.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing there, sweetness?” His voice was low and heated as his warm breath brushed over her skin.

“Getting comfy,” she replied coyly.

“Oh I don’t think so, pretty girl. I think you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Do you really think I didn’t notice you today? Sunbathing in this skimpy little bikini? I hardly think it even counts as clothing, there’s hardly anything to it.” He was taunting her now, smugness evident in his tone as he slid his hands down to the pliant flesh of her thighs. “Being such a fucking tease.” Ace gently pushed her thighs apart. “Did you want me to rip these little scraps of fabric to shreds and fuck you for everyone to see?”

Aria let her head fall back against his shoulder and whimpered. It drove her crazy when he got like this, and Ace knew it. The thought of someone seeing just how completely he owned her, body, mind, and soul, gave her such a rush. Using a knee to keep her legs spread, Ace trailed a hand up his girlfriend’s side, fingers ghosting across the exposed skin of her collarbone. Feeling Aria’s breath hitch, Ace smirked with satisfaction; he was driving her mad with need, and he loved it.

As night continued, so did Ace’s beautiful torture. The night progressed, and the second division commander started contributing more to the discussion. This is not to say that he relented even slightly in his ministrations— quite the opposite, actually. His one hand made its way to the base of Aria’s throat, while the other which had remained on her thigh slowly crept further and further upwards until it grazed her barely covered cunt. By this point, Aria was so blissed out that she was hardly processing any of the conversation. She was finally brought out of her stupor when someone, whose voice her mind was too clouded to register, spoke up to tease her.

“Seems like someone’s having a good time over there, ain’t she, Ace?”

The young man in question laughed, the sound reverberating through his chest as he played with the tie of his girlfriend’s top. “Certainly seems so, doesn’t it?” Ace looked at the girl in his arms. “Is that so, sweetness? Are you having fun?”

Aria whined and tried to hide her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck. Dead set on making her squirm, Ace took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and turned her head. Gripping her cheeks to hold her in place, he forced her to look at their friends. “We’ll be having none of that, princess. You’re the one who wanted to put on a show for everyone. Now, I think I asked you a question, darling: are you enjoying yourself?”

Aria’s eyes squeezed shut as Ace pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit. “Yesssss,” she breathed. She yelped as her boyfriend delivered a harsh slap to her clothed cunt.

“Try again,” Ace instructed.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, looking back at him with those soft hazel eyes of hers that he was fairly certain would be the death of him.

“What a good girl for me,” Ace cooed, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Someone let out a low whistle. “Shit, Commander. You’ve really got her trained, don’t you?”

“She just knows who takes care of her; isn’t that right, sweetness?”

Aria let her eyes drift closed, a small smile gracing her lips. “Yes I do, Daddy.”

Ace pressed a kiss to her temple, and lowered his voice so only the girl on his lap could hear him. “Are you okay with this going further, pretty girl?”

Eyes snapping open to meet Ace’s gaze, Aria felt the heat pooling between her legs. “Yes, please,” she breathed.

A devilish grin spread across Ace’s countenance as he looked back up at their comrades. “The lady says she’s willing to prove just how good she can be. What do you say, boys? Who wants a real show?”

The reaction was instant; the other young men could hardly contain their enthusiasm, eager for something new and exciting and sinful. Ace chuckled, low and smug. “Okay then, before we get this party started, let’s set some ground rules for tonight. First and foremost, Ari calls the shots. If she’s not feeling it at any point, everything stops. No negotiations, no questions asked, her word is final. Her comfort is the most important thing to me. Next, you can look, but you can’t touch. This pretty little thing is all mine, and I’m not sharing tonight. Finally, you’re more than welcome to jerk yourselves— I know just how irresistible she is. If you do though, be sure it lands on her; she’s an absolute slut for it, and she deserves to be rewarded. Any questions?”

Hearing no further inquiries, Ace once more turned his attention to his girlfriend. “You ready to put on a show, baby?” Too excited to speak, she nodded frantically. “Good girl.” With a firm grip on her thighs, Ace spread Aria’s legs as wide as they would go in her current position on his lap. Looking again at their captive audience, he smirked. “What do you think, boys? Is it just me, or is this pretty girl a little overdressed?”

Over the chorus of agreeing voices, someone called out. “Let’s see those tits, Commander!”

“An excellent choice; bet some of you have dreamed of seeing this rack,” Ace joked. Before she had the chance to untie it, her bikini top was ripped off and thrown to the side. “Can’t say I blame you, they’re impossible to miss with how big they are. Damn magnificent too.” Aria moaned; oh, how she loved when he got rough.

“That was a pretty noise.”

Ace smirked. “You haven’t heard anything yet,” he replied. Wanting to pull more of those sweet sounds from her lips, he began moving his thumb up and down Aria’s slit. Even through her bikini bottoms, Ace felt the wetness of her arousal. A particularly firm press against her sensitive clit had Aria whining and arching her back, pushing her chest out. The way that the light from the fire danced across the soft flesh made her cleavage look even more enticing.

“Fuck, they’re huge.”

“Even hotter than I imagined.”

“You’re a lucky man, Ace.”

“Damn right I am,” Ace boasted. “I think it’s time she play with them, don’t you agree?” Cheers erupted from the small crowd that had moved to surround the two lovers, and Ace guided Aria’s hands to cup her ample breasts. “Don’t be shy, sweetness. Show them how you play with those perfect tits.”

Aria’s vision was hazy from the lust, but she could vaguely make out the image of her friends standing around her, fisting their cocks. The lewdness and taboo of the scene only spurred her on as she pushed her breasts together, kneading them and playing with her sensitive nipples.

Satisfied with her compliance, Ace kissed her neck. “Does that feel good, baby? Just watching you is certainly making them feel good.” He slipped two fingers under the sparse fabric that covered her dripping cunt. The whine Aria let out when Ace slid his fingers between her swollen lips bordered on pathetic, and she would’ve been embarrassed if she weren’t so fucked out.

“Shit, I need to see her pussy.”

“Probably the only thing better than her tits.”

“You hear that sweetness? They wanna see you.” Ace’s gentle tone of voice never once betrayed the absolute filth of the words spoken. “Wanna show them this pretty little cunt?”

Aria bit her lip and nodded. “Okay.”

That was all Ace needed to hear before pulling the waistband away from her skin and burning the strings that kept the small article of clothing in place. The remaining fabric scraps fell away, leaving her drooling pussy on full display. The glow of the flames made the wetness of her arousal coating her thighs and lower lips shine. Tracing her folds one last time, Ace collected some of her slick on his fingers.

Gripping her face with his other hand, Ace brought his fingers to Aria’s mouth. “Open.” Obedient as ever, she complied, sucking on his fingers as he shoved them roughly into her mouth. Groans of approval filled the air at the lewd sight, but Aria was hardly cognizant of anything other than Ace.

“How about it, boys? Time for me to stretch her out a little?”

If anyone replied, she didn’t hear them. All that there was was Ace. Flooding every one of her senses, there he was, taking her higher and higher in pleasure. She didn’t even realize he had moved her until she felt a glob of saliva hit her sensitive skin. Eyes flying open, she looked down, only to see Ace looking right back at her with a wolfish grin and mischievous eyes. Aria knew what that look meant: she had approximately five seconds to brace herself before her boyfriend devoured her cunt like a man starved. Fingers thrusting in and out of her warmth, Aria was dizzy with arousal. Seeing the way she was writhing as his tongue worked through her folds, Ace smirked; he knew what was coming. Sucking on her clit, he pushed his fingers against the one spot she could never reach herself that made her see stars. Almost instantly, a desperate, euphoric shriek erupted from Aria’s throat as she fell apart for her lover.

“Holy shit, she’s a fucking squirter.”

“Who would’ve thought?”

“Needy little thing you’ve got there, huh Ace?”

“Gods, you must be the luckiest man alive.”

Slowly, Aria opened her eyes and came back down to earth, dopely looking at Ace. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re so very welcome, sweetness. You did such a good job for me. Are you okay to keep going?” Aria nodded enthusiastically. “Good. Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes please, Daddy.” Her voice came out desperate and breathless, her words simply dripping with need.

“Such a good girl for me, baby,” Ace praised as he began undoing his belt. With somehow even more eagerness than she had yet displayed that night, Aria moved to her knees in front of the tall young man who had brought her over the edge just a few minutes prior.

The way she gazed up at Ace was almost reverent. With the way she looked at him, one would think that he himself had personally hung every single star in the sky; perhaps the most beautiful part is that he looked at her in the exact same way.

“Do you want it, sweetness? Wanna show everyone how good you are at sucking Daddy’s cock?” Rather than speaking, Aria responded by simply opening her mouth and sticking out her flattened tongue. Finally released from the confines of his shorts and boxers, Ace’s cock sprung free, slapping proudly against the firm muscles of his abdomen.

“He just doesn’t lose, does he,” someone mused.

“It would seem not.”

“If I had half his luck…”

Ace never considered himself an arrogant man. Confident, yes, but not arrogant. At that very moment though, Portgas D. Ace felt like the cockiest bastard that ever walked the earth.

“Keep it together, boys. Busting over me before the main event would be a damn shame.”

Returning his attention to the beauty kneeling at his feet in anticipation, Ace spat in his hand and began working his thick shaft. Fully erect, he gripped his now throbbing cock and smacking the flushed tip against his girlfriend’s cheek and tongue, smearing precum across her lips like gloss. The act itself was one meant to humiliate someone in her position, yet Aria remained unashamed; if anything, she looked proud.

Without warning, Ace grabbed her hair, and roughly thrust into her waiting mouth. Her lips firmly suctioned at his base, wiry black hair tickling her nose, Aria felt the blunt tip hit the back of her throat. She adored this side of him; primal and desperate. This raw sort of intimacy made her feel like he knew he was safe to let go with her.

“That’s it, sweetness. You take me so well.” No matter how many times she heard it, Ace’s praise always gave Aria butterflies. “Gods, you’re so sexy like this. My pretty little cock slut, desperate for me to give you this dick. The guys can’t keep their eyes off you, baby— watchin’ you swallow my cock like a whore and lookin’ gorgeous while doing it. Bet they wish they were me. They couldn’t fill you up as good as I do though. Isn’t that right?” Even as he was speaking, Ace never stopped fucking Aria’s mouth. Pulling her off of his dick with a pop, he examined her face. Her eyes were watery, cheeks tear-stained, and lips swollen, but she was smiling. “You are so perfect, baby.”

The second division commander once again turned to his comrades, most of whom were desperately trying to stave off their own pleasure. Grabbing her cheeks and turning her head towards their friends, Ace proudly put his girl’s fucked out expression on full display.

“Well, what do we think? Does my pretty girl deserve her Daddy’s cock?” Having received a unanimous vote of the affirmative, Ace once again began to use his skilled fingers to play with her sloppy cunt. Satisfied with his work in preparing her, Ace moved towards the towel laid out on the sand where Aria had been sunbathing earlier in the day.

“Come on, sweetness. Let’s show everyone how nicely this pretty pussy milks my cock.” Once she was within reach, Ace delivered a rough slap to her tits, earning him a needy whine in response.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she moaned.

“Fuck, she really is a needy slut. Even thanks him for roughing her up.”

“You’re very welcome, pretty girl. You know how much I love seeing my girls bounce.” Ace smiled at her. “Pick your position, baby.” As if she were afraid he would change his mind, Aria wasted no more time in getting on all fours. Bowing her back so her ass was pushed out, her glistening folds on full display.

“Damn, never seen a girl so desperate to take it from behind.”

“Oh please. This pathetic little whore?” Ace laughed and grasped Aria’s throat, firm but gentle, and roughly jerked her head upwards so she was forced to look at the group of young men who stood fucking their fists to the sight of her. “She’s desperate to take my cock any way I’m willing to give it to her. Aren’t you, sweetness?”

As he spoke, Ace began sliding his aching length through her folds, coating his girth with her arousal. Aria’s whined response was loud and sinful. “Oh FUCK! Yes Daddy, I love your cock. It’s so perfect, thank you for letting me suck it.”

“I gotta know how you got her so well trained, Commander.”

“Yeah Ace, what’s your secret?”

The freckled young man paid no mind to his comrades; all of his focus was dedicated to toying with the woman beneath him, taking her ever higher in bliss.

“How are you doing, sweetness? Still okay?” His voice was soft and low against the shell of her ear, meant only to be heard by her.

“Gods, yes. More than okay, Ace.”

“You want it, baby? You want me to fuck you?”

“Please, Daddy! I need you!” Her eyes were screwed shut, tears of desperation leaking from the corners and running down her cheeks.

“Gods, that’s hot.”

“Isn’t she though?” Ace was almost preening at this point. This was his girl his friends were going crazy over. They were getting themselves off at the sight of him turning her into a pathetic, fucked out mess. His was the touch she begged for. He was the one in control. Ace finally decided he had teased her enough, and lined his thick cock up with her entrance.

“Tiny thing like her, can she even fit all of that?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he splits her in half.”

Ace was convinced he had never felt so satisfied with himself before in his entire life. Looking at his friends, a devilish smirk flashed across his face. “Oh, it won’t just fit. She’ll be begging for every damn inch.” He returned his attention to his girlfriend and affectionately stroked her hair. “Ain’t that right, sweetness?” Aria nodded.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t tell me, pretty girl; tell them. Look at our friends and tell them how you beg for Daddy’s cock like a pathetic whore.”

In the first moment of full lucidity that she’d had since Ace ripped her top off, Aria made eye contact with her crew mates. Swallowing the final remnants of her pride, she spoke; “I beg for all of Daddy’s big cock like a pathetic whore.”

“Very good, pretty girl. You most certainly earned this. Are you ready for me, baby?”

Ace knew that the desperate whine she let out was the only response his submissive girlfriend was able to give him, so— without any further warning— he pushed himself fully past her slick folds and sank into her with a satisfied groan.

He would never get tired of this; every time he sheathed his cock in Aria’s dripping pussy felt like the first. The sensation of her soft walls clenching and unclenching around him was dizzying. What really had him going crazy, though, was the sound Aria made when the blunt head made contact with her cervix. Slowly at first, Ace began to move, fingers squeezing her hips hard enough to leave marks that would serve as a lasting reminder of their sinful display. With one particularly harsh thrust, Ace’s thick cock slammed into the bundle of nerves deep within her tight, wet cunt that made her see stars.

The euphoric wail Aria let out in response was almost instant. Gods, that sound was music to Ace’s ears; based on the libidinous groans and mutterings coming from the surrounding audience, he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. If there were a noise that was even remotely as beautiful as that cry, he had never heard it. That was his girl, and he was the one bringing her higher in ecstasy. She made that glorious sound for him. No matter how many times he heard it, that blissed out shriek left him absolutely feral. Spurred on by her incoherent, needy cries, Ace went into a frenzy, pounding into his girlfriend’s cunt. Fucking into her as fast as he could, Ace was chasing his own high. Aria may have been the one begging, but Ace was just as desperate for her as she was for him.

“Oh damn, the commander can fuck.”

“He wasn’t kidding about her being a cock slut.”

“Can’t believe she can take the entire thing.”

“Take it?! Dude, that little cunt is swallowing it whole.”

“Gods, I would kill to have a girl let me fuck her like that.”

Finally registering what was being said, Aria whined at the vulgarity. Ace felt her walls pulse, and forced her to look up. “You hear them, sweetness? They think you’re doing a good job. Tell me, baby girl, do you like the view? You like seeing them jerk themselves silly while they watch you take Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing left Aria slurring her words.

“Are you a good little slut who likes being watched?”

“Fuck, yes, Daddy.”

“Then say it. Tell everyone what you are.”

Eyes unfocused, Aria let out a particularly loud moan. “I’m a good little slut who likes being watched!”

“That’s it, sweetness. How close are you?”

“I’m so fucking close!”

“Atta girl, baby. What do you think? You wanna ride me until you cream all over this cock?”

“Please let me ride you, Daddy!”

The question, of course, had been completely rhetorical; Ace knew how much she loved riding him. Pulling out, he pressed several kisses to Aria’s shoulders before sitting down. “You’re doing an amazing job, pretty girl,” Ace murmured. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you after this.”

Ace’s cock was still standing at attention, hardness bordering on painful; if he didn’t cum soon, he was going to lose his mind. Having situated himself on the towel, he patted his thighs. “Alright, baby, you know the drill.” Aria lowered herself to Ace’s level, moving to straddle him so they were chest to chest. “Not tonight, sweetness. Tonight, you’re gonna look at them while you ride this cock. Make sure they can see just how fucking perfect those titties look when they’re bouncing for me.”

“I dunno, man. They’re already pretty perfect,” someone interjected.

Ace laughed. “A fair point, but when they bounce?” He let out a low whistle. “That’s something else.” Seeing that she had complied and turned to face their friends, Ace lined himself up with Aria’s swollen entrance. “Whenever you’re ready, sweetness. Just make sure you tell us when you’re close.”

Needing no further instruction, Aria lowered herself onto the thick, leaking cock that was waiting for her. “Okay. Am I allowed to move yet?”

“Of course you are, pretty girl. Show everyone how well you ride dick.”

Slow at first, Aria fucked herself on the pulsing erection beneath her. As her movements became sharper and more abrupt, and Ace began raising his hips to meet the plush flesh of her ass, Aria’s breasts bounced and swung tantalizingly. Following a particularly harsh thrust, they actually ended up hitting her in the face.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about those tits, man.”

“Holy fuck, that face she’s making is unreal.”

“Oh, I know the one you’re talking about,” Ace said smugly. Just based on the others’ reactions, he knew that Aria’s tongue was lolling out, eyes crossed, and perhaps a trail of saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. That expression could only mean one thing. “Are you close, sweetness?”

Having temporarily lost the ability to form words, all Aria could do was whimper and nod frantically as she continued to bounce up and down in Ace’s lap.

“Fucking good. Gonna make you cream on this cock and then I’ll stuff this perfect cunt full like the sweet breeding whore you are.” Ace looked up to address the small group of voyeurs. “Get ready, boys. It’s time that this pretty little cum slut gets the paint job she’s been waiting for.” Opening her mouth as wide as she could in hopes of catching even a trace of someone’s spend on her tongue, Aria was simply buzzing with anticipation.

Never slowing his thrusts, Ace felt the telltale clenching of his balls that preceded a particularly intense release. “Shit, baby girl, you feel so amazing around my cock. I— fuck! I can’t hold out much longer.” Blinded by pleasure, he was practically choking on the filthy words leaving his mouth. “Gonna take it, sweetness? Gonna let me stuff this perfect little cunt full of my cum? Make sure all of our friends know who fucking owns you?”

She didn’t even have time to respond before Ace was spilling his essence deep within her tight heat. The warm sensation of being filled to the brim with her lover’s seed was the final push Aria needed to send her careening headfirst towards what was arguably the most intense orgasm of her life. Tears of ecstasy streaming freely down her reddened cheeks, she threw her head back and, with perhaps the loudest, most erotic cry any of the young men present had ever heard, creamed all over Ace’s still sensitive cock.

Shortly after, Aria felt something wet and thick hit her heaving chest. Hazel eyes flying open, she was just in time to see almost a dozen crew mates shooting load after load of hot cum all over her breasts and abdomen, some splashing across her cheeks and landing on her outstretched tongue. Drawing the muscle back into her mouth, she swallowed, two or three different tastes lingering even after the substance slid down her throat.

Whilst their satiated audience recollected their wits, tucking themselves back into their pants, Aria’s eyes fell shut, and a blissed out, satisfied smile spread across her lips. She was faintly aware of the praising voices of their friends, but was unable to make out what they were saying.

Gently lifting her off of his cock, Ace turned Aria around in his lap so that the two were eye to eye. While one hand at the small of her back, holding her steady in her place on his lap, the other cupped her face. Running his thumb soothingly over Aria’s cheek, he carefully examined her countenance as she came back down to earth. When he finally spoke, Ace’s voice was soft and adoring.

“Did you have fun, my love?” Seeing her nod, Ace smiled. “Aw, I’m glad. You did such a wonderful job for me, sweetness.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Aria let out a pleased hum and, wrapping her arms tightly around him, buried her face in the crook of Ace’s neck. “Is my sleepy baby feeling a little shy after all that?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled into his freckled skin. “Thank you for this, Acey.”

“Of course, sweetness. Let’s go get you cleaned up, shall we?” With a great deal of care, he wrapped the towel they had been seated on around Aria’s nude form and lifted her into his arms, bridal style.

Turning to the men who had borne witness to their amorous display, Ace grinned. “Glad you enjoyed the show, boys. If you’ll excuse us, I have a beautiful woman to take care of.” Having strode a few yards in the direction of the Moby Dick, he looked over his shoulder one last time and winked. “She says thanks, by the way.”

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Xx Nyx

[strawberijasper]

As someone who casually enjoys the idea of iz*ocha, seeing the way the ship was handled in the manga is so disappointing. I’m not even saying this because I think bkdk should have been canon, it’s just objectively poorly written.

Horikoshi is horrible at writing romance on purpose. Bkdk is incredibly romantic coded but that was clearly not intended, same with togachako having more mutual chemistry when the obvious intent was for it to be one sided. But if you’re going to intend for one ship to be endgame, the way he handled iz*ocha is not the way to go?

Like genuinely, they have absolutely no romantic scenes together, anything they do get is incredibly one sided. It’s always Ochako supporting him, Ochako showing interest, Ochako admiring him. At most you get Deku blushing when she compliments him, being friendly towards her, and maybe a scene or two of him saying she’s strong. Like that’s it. That’s not romantic development that’s nothing.

He doesn’t show any interest until the epilogue that’s only semi canon, and even then it’s still very focused on Ochako when it comes to their relationship. He just looks longingly at her, is implied to have confessed feelings, and that’s it. We don’t see an internal dialogue from him considering a relationship (despite the fact that the rest of the epilogue is clearly focused on him?), we don’t see any internal struggle the way we do Ochako. In fact we never see that in the manga proper.

It’s always Ochako warring with herself over her feelings for Deku vs being a hero, Ochako’s internal struggle of whether she pursues a relationship with him despite feeling like she’s betraying Toga’s memory, everything is Ochako.

The reason I only like the idea of iz*ocha is just because there’s nothing to go off of, and I say this as someone who ships Kacchako, hell someone who ships Kirishima and fucking Monoma. Im no stranger to mashing two Barbie’s together who hardly interact just to see what happens, I throw the spaghetti at the wall regularly to see what sticks. But with iz*ocha it’s so hard because I don’t ever know how Deku feels about her aside from “she’s strong, she’s a good friend” LIKE???

If you’re gonna have iz*ocha be canon that’s fine, but let me see that boy PINE. I want to see the yearning from HIM not Ochako. I want to see longing looks and sparkly eyes as he admires her during hero training or villain fights, I want to see those moments of Ochako helping him master float and their shy yet friendly banter where they’re giggling and having fun but tip toeing around the elephant in the room. I want to see them have long talks alone after Deku reveals the true nature of his quirk, how she can relate to him as someone who had to fight to get where she is.

The ship could have been so much more and I feel bad for any die hard iz*ocha fans knowing they got bread crumbs. Like… your ship is semi canon but at what cost?

[rasoyas]

9,12,14 & 15 for simblr ask game! 🫶🏻

wahh rachel i smooch thee!!! 💋 thank you for asking me these and answering the ones i sent you! i know i've said it before a million times, but i missed you so much and i'm so excited to see you posting again 🥰 juno and charlie are truly some of my favorite lil pixels i've ever seen! my answer for nine got long as hell so under thee cut it gooooes.

12. what is the last screenshot you took?

i put this above the cut for those who want to see it fdjkhfg take this unused cap from the latest modern day pipes & flux development

fun fact! flux was supposed to be cheated into a perpetual "fine" moodlet for the entirety of his existence, only popping colors when he was absolutely overrun by emotion. i'm going to be putting in a lil more effort moving forward, so he'll be in "fine" neutral white eyes from now on - this was originally meant to portray his stoicism, as he's a very dry, very matter-of-fact bot (which makes his crush on piper even cuter to me but i'm BIASED)

9. who is your favorite storytelling blog?

oh man okay just imagine me rubbin my hands together like a lil bug. @duusheen i'm of course incredibly biased toward because she took the barest bare bones of the man that was sterling atcliffe and turned him into one of the most captivating characters i've ever seen. i molded the clay but she is the one who breathed LIFE into that man, and i'm so so fond of everything she's done. @cinamun is an absolute foundational pillar of this community and story simblr would be nowhere near the place it is now without her, i swear by it: the drakes have been through every up and down and in-between that you can imagine, and i have enjoyed lapping up every bit of it. the developments in @bunnithechubs' stories and gameplay cannot be denied, and @elderwisp is actively writing a literal beautiful magnum opus of a novel that has captivated me heart and soul - the character studies between the both of them should be lofted in a museum i swear. special mentions to brandi @softpine and my lovely jade @stinkrascal, whose stories are so alive in their heads and hearts that they shine through the screen and i cannot imagine characters i would carry so gently in my hands but theirs and everyone else's. there is serious and real talent in this community, from tahj @fallstaticexit's absolutely innovative and seriously inspiring "h.a.g.s." comic (a literal comic y'all like CLICK THOSE READ MORES they do NOT disappoint) with so much character depth (and absolutely the saga of Nancy Landgraab, Most Tortured Lesbian) to @pixelatedblues's absolutely gorgeous and wonderfully moody "hana" sagas. becca @rebouks gave us some of the most intriguing and well-fleshed out characters i have ever seen, and the entire storyline of "somnium" had me in a regular chokehold every week. from cookie's kidnapping to oscar's redemption arc to the culmination of everyone's fates, i could not be prouder of what becca has accomplished with her characters and her story - i'm literally not even saying enough to put into words how strongly i feel about what an amazing job she's done!

i cannot say it enough - we are a small corner of this site, but there is real and serious talent here. i haven't even made mention of like a damn IOTA of the very real capability and creative genius we have on simblr. do you know how many times i wanted to scream and shake people's shoulders over developments in @warmsol or @thebramblewood's stories? @neishroom's talent belongs far beyond the bounds of simblr and that goes for everyone here - hell, @ophernelia is directing and producing, BY HERSELF, a series that could straight-up pop up on my netflix right now and bitch i would double thumbs-up that shit so fast. special mentions for @flovoid and @virsancte, who regularly give us glimpses into LITERAL MOVIES that blossom in their heads and grace us with their impeccable abilities to somehow capture that absolute magnificence in this piece of shit game from 2015. you are all so, so talented - and if you're reading this and i didn't mention you, I MEANT TO AND I'M SORRY I DRANK A WHISKEY COKE 🙏 ALSO my olli olli oxenfree @lucidicer quite literally crafted the most aesthetique and brutal world for his characters and i could lift them all above my head in true adoration, the work and love he pours into the narratives and worlds of his characters is a feat in and of itself, and then??? he pops out the most artful renders you'll ever god damn see. blood on the snow bro that's all i gotta sAYYY. also YOUUUU rachel your balance between gp and story posts with the hollands is a literal inspiration, i ran out of steam but my god do i love everything you do! eli and charlie’s tumultuous and fantastically handled past is the reason their love shines so brightly now and you handled it beautifully!! THEY HAVE KIIIDS MAN LIKE 😭 bro i also forgot while making a specific mental note to mention kayley @simswoon because i’m a BUZZED DINGUS but seriously seriously give her all the laurels man bc her growth from gen to gen of her struck by love legacy has warmed my heart to the bone.

14. who is your current favorite sim?

i can't even lie to you it's pipeeeeeer 😭 she's genuinely just the legitimately cutest sim i've ever made: i used dallas' wonderful cartoony face as a base for her, and she had such a bare character concept when i made her that growing her as an OC has been so much fun. flux is much more established in my head, and i'm so so fond of him and his story just developed even more, but piper is... WELL LOOK AT HER SHE'S PRECIOUS

truthfully, daniel taylor from my ancient bachelor challenge and my dallas krueger will always have the "lord of the rings" spot in my heart (ie. i can say i have a favorite movie but LOTR trumps them all type beat) and i can't wait to reintroduce daniel and his husbands as a part of piper and flux's story 😭

15. who is your current favorite sim that is not by you?

y'all omg this is torture 😭 i will forgor so i'm only gonna do one and nobody be mad at me PLEEEEEEEEASE 🙏 but genuinely one of my favorite sims and the one i check up on quite a bit has got to be .... UH.... THERE'S A LOT I'M LITERALLY FROZEN IN CHOICE ANALYSIS fdjkhg can my big ass answer for favorite story blog stand as a testament to the love i have for all your simmies pleek 🙏

[wherearedagrapes]

Thinking about SCU Amy as Amy if the events of Sonic CD happened without Sonic. Assuming that Robotnik is sent to the past after the Eclipse Cannon explodes in Movie 3 and that he basically puts in motion the events of Sonic CD, there’s no one to rescue Amy as a little girl or Little Planet. Sonic isn’t there to save her, inspire her, become her goal, etc.

It kind of reminds me of Sonic Prime in the sense that this is Amy if she never met Sonic. At her core, she’s fundamentally the same. But she’s no doubt a little sharper, rougher, harder because she had to save herself. Without Sonic to stop Robotnik, the battle on Little Planet would probably rage for years. And in all those years, Amy never wins. Her home is destroyed. Her people are enslaved, experimented on, or worse. She becomes a fighter, a rebel, to survive. But she becomes a hero because she has a huge, bleeding heart and wants to save her people and her planet. Instead of chasing Sonic, all of her passion is channeled into this: ending Robotnik’s reign of terror. It becomes her responsibility, her burden, and nothing else matters — not her life or her desires.

Amy has to grow up too fast. There’s no time for baking sweets or shopping for cute clothes or reading romance novels or going to concerts or fantasizing about her crush or other things that game Amy enjoys that teenage girls do. As is the case with all the cartoon characters so far, it makes sense that SCU Amy would act a little different from her game counterpart. But it is so important to me that she still has these interests and personality quirks and, assuming we spend time on Earth, I need this side of Amy to be pulled out the more she pals around with Sonic and his family and gets to experience what it’s like to just be a teenage girl. Be a silly kid.

The Sonic movies are very big on the importance of childhood, that kids have the freedom and security to mature and explore who they are and have fun — super-powered alien kids included. Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles occasionally save the world, but most of the time they’re playing baseball and eating ice cream while Tom and Maddie, the adults, worry about bills and putting food on the table and the things necessary to survive. The kids don’t have to worry about day-to-day survival anymore, so they can just be kids. In the second movie, Sonic gives up having the power of a god because he recognizes that he’s still growing up and that he likes being a kid. He likes having a childhood.

I’m not expecting SCU Amy to act exactly like her game counterpart, and I’m okay with that if it makes sense given her backstory/circumstances. Those character changes only hit as hard as they do because we have seen Amy in the games. We've seen what she's like when Sonic is there to save her. She's lighter, sillier, more childish (in some games). Not that SCU Amy wouldn’t have shades of her bubbly, silly self, but she’s (probably) never had the luxury of being a child, of being immature and protected, of being safe. And I feel like a lot of people may look at SCU Amy and be like 'oh good Amy's not annoying anymore; this is so much better,' but it's tragic. It's tragic that SCU Amy doesn't get to be silly and childish. And I don’t think the movie would shy away from saying that.

Amy should’ve had — and still should have — a childhood. The space and security to have an embarrassing crush, to care about her looks, to have fun with friends, to express herself, to make mistakes. To be a teenage girl. I think and hope if the movie initially seems to remove some of the characteristics that Amy is known for and leans into the generic girlboss trope, the point would be to subvert the trope — to show Amy’s not better or more desirable without those characteristics. She definitely would not be some perfect dream girl. She’d probably be stressed, distrusting, controlling, selfless to a destructive degree, and it would be sad. And I think as you’d watch Amy bond with Sonic and co. and see her grow excited by malls, music, movies, etc. and indulge in this life she’s never had… you would want her to be that joyful, silly, romantic teenage girl. The movie would want you to want that.

And I'm hoping and praying if Sonic crushes on Amy that he only REALLY falls for her after he sees her silly, excitable teenager side, just to drive this point home.

[novashelby]

Daddy's Bunny-Luca Changretta x Reader

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader Warnings: DDLG, Age regression, language, pet names, mention of spanking. Word Count: 1.2k Summary: When his bunny has a nightmare, he knows it's going to be a fun day.

Please enjoy! This is part of my taboo spin me challenge.

Reblogs and comments are lovely.

If one asked Luca why he found himself in such a dynamic, there would be no answer. Hot head and in a constant state of stress, having her allowed him to be soft. To have something he can hold and shower in kisses. A little something that helped smoothen his rough edges. A perfect collaboration of their affections, desires, and fantasies. 

She wasn’t supposed to be up. Her alarm was always until half past-seven. No later, no earlier. Always perfectly on the dot. The usual quiet and still villa was interrupted by the shuffling of feet. He long heard her before seeing her. Looking over his shoulder, taking the toothpick from his mouth. She was pouting, wearing her little pink nightie with a stuffed bunny pressed to her chest. She hovered there, lower lip trembling. 

Brows arched, he called for her, “La mia coniglietta, what are you doing up? Hm?”

Twisting a bit, her cheeks puffed, she said in a small tone, “the bad dream is back.”

Luca didn’t miss a beat, standing up and tossing his tooth pick on the coffee table. In just a few long strides, he crossed the room, meeting her in his eyes. His hand massaged up and down her back as she was not shy in burying herself in his chest. “What did I tell you about bad dreams, silly girl?” He moved back just slightly, which she protested, holding him tighter. Cupping her chin, tilting her to look at him. “Come here, my love,” he said, softly and lovingly, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her temple. She whined in protest, her fingers clinging to his dress shirt. It wasn’t a silly nightmare, she thought. Nonetheless she submitted, sighing, trusting him and the process of their relationship. As he brought her down with him in the chair, making sure she was snuggled cozily, he asked, “what happened in that dream, La mia coniglietta.”

At first, she shook her head, not wanting to relive it. The tremble was so real, and Luca paid extra attention to how he held her. Making no mistake in showing her that she was safe. Muffled in his chest, she said, “too clingy, too annoying…you didn’t want me anymore. You left.”

Luca frowned. “You think that lowly of me? That I would get up and leave?” She flashed him a quick look, and he pinched her chin, keeping her steady. His softness faded as his tone turned serious. “You think, just as I have you where I want you, I’d leave you? Needy, desperate, and completely dependent on me…. Foolish girl. That is exactly when my coniglietta needs me most.” She responded with a bashful, embarrassed pout, trying to hide her face. Her heart fluttered, scared for a moment, considering that one day, it could all end. “Let me say this once, bunny,” he continued, voice low and steady. He nudged her little chin to look at him. “Daddy doesn’t leave his bunny. His coniglietta. Not when she’s messy. Not when she’s naughty. And definitely not when she breaks her special rules.”

She twirled in his lap as to lay comfortably, with her feet dangling over the arm fast. His hand felt up her leg, curving in between her thighs, keeping it there with a firm, steady grasp. “I’m trying to be good.” Her eyes drifted to his hand under her nightie, allowing her legs to fall open just a bit more. Luca’s hand tickled up, chuckling.

“I know,” he cooed, leaning down to her ear. Her breath hitched as his fingers caressed her wet folds. “But don’t be fooled, daddy enjoys when his bunny, his coniglietta, is naughty.” Her face heated, anticipating for him to touch further, craving it after everything, her nightmare still lingering. But he took it away, noticing her desperation. “C’mon,” he patted her, helping her get off his lap. “Let’s get you some warm milk so you can take a nap, hm?” Luca grabbed her free hand, gently guiding her to the kitchen while she held her bunny stuffy. He pulled out a kitchen chair and nodded her to sit.

Warming milk on the stove, he smiled back at her. “And I will put in some cinnamon. Do you want your pink money cup or your blue one?” She gave him a look, shimmying in her pink nightie, her tits poking out just slightly. While he stirred the pot with one hand, he reached over and gently caressed her left tit, cupping it in his hand. His fingers massaged the sensitive flesh, making sure to give her nipple some extra attention; giving it love tugs between his fingers. He enjoyed soft, sleepy moans playing as music in his kitchen.

“Daddy,” she cooed out, her thighs rubbing together for any type of friction. Biting at her nail,  looking at him. “And some honey?”

In a coy, smooth voice, he replied, “you want honey, sweetheart?” She nodded, popping out her puffy bottom lip. “Yeah, daddy’ll put in a little honey.” He stepped away, releasing her tit to grab the honey jar. He wiped the rim with his finger before cupping her chin, bringing it to her lips. Unprompted, she took it in, eyes hooded as if it was his cock. Her tongue swirled around the finger before sucking with a vibrating moan. The sweetness soaked in her tongue. “That’s my good girl,” he said a low whisper, almost to himself. Pulling away his finger, he smiled and told her to give him a kiss. “Give daddy a kiss…come on, sticky kisses.” Puckering her lips, he gave a shy peck, but he grabbed her chin and kept her there. “Good girl.”

Luca poured the milk in her mug and placed it before her, and tapped her cheek. He warned her to use both hands and told her to drink easy, and that he was going to get her pill container. For her health, she was to take vitamins daily. But sometimes she’d forget. When he opened the container, she shuddered at his disappointed sigh. From behind her, he said, “twice this you forgot your vitamins!”

She put down her mug, and frowned. “I’m sorry. I was so sleepy-”

“That is twice this week, my bunny,” he reminded, walking over slowly and putting them on the table. She felt small, sinking in the chair as he hovered over her. “You know what happens when bunny forgets her vitamins. You remember, hm? Just Tuesday.” she whimpered as he pulled her up, twirling her to lay over the table. He rolled up her nighty, nice bruises still baring her absolute submission to him. Luca raised his hand and let it down, the room echoing with a mix of her cries and a snap. “Ah, yes, memory seems to still be there….”

Sighing, thighs twitching. “Daddy…”

Luca leaned over her, lips to her ear. “Bunny’s doing all sorts of bratty things today.” He pulled at her ear with his teeth. Just hard enough she’d wince. “I guess Tuesday’s punishment was just that exciting.” Nodding to the stairs. “Go to daddy’s room and grab his favorite belt, and wait for him. You just earned yourself ten minutes over daddy’s lap.” He let her go and she gave him a look, desire drowning her eyes. “Go,” he repeated, nodding to the stairs and she slipped off, her thighs already slick with need.

[sweetsuitwitch]

Ellie fluff, it's been a long day, a few people on patrol found an uninfected German Shepard. Ellie brings the dog back with her as a gift for the reader (fem). Just her being goofy and silly.

Btw love your stories

warnings : none! just tons of fluff and kisses 💋 sorry I wrote this so late 💔

The day had been a long (and boring) one for Ellie, seeming to drone about for hours and hours and hours, she was tired and all she wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed. but after clearing out a woodsy area, her patrol group had stumbled upon a playful German Shepherd, and as soon as she saw the dog, she couldn't help but think of her girlfriend. Without hesitation, her drowsiness vanished and volunteered to bring the dog back home with her, knowing how much you would love having it around. the 30 minute walk back to Jackson was fun, she was sure her team was side eyeing her considering she was yapping to the damn dog about her day...savage starlight and you of course, as if the dog could understand but she didnt care, she was sure telepathically he could understand her, sorta.

As Ellie stumbled through the front door, her eyes gleamed with playful anticipation, carrying the unexpected surprise in her arms. she tried to be stealthy about it but the happy barks of the dog in her arms gave her away instantly, clearly excited and curious about its new surroundings.

"Baby, I'm home!" Ellie called out, She knew you would be surprised by the sudden addition to the household, but she couldn't keep the grin off her face. You raised an eyebrow from the other room at the noise, but your curiosity got you as you closed the book you were reading and wandered over to the kitchen where Ellie was messing around with the dog, you were half tempted to ask where the fuck that dog came from, but seeing the look on Ellies face made you pause and waltz over to gently pet the furry thing. "And who's this hitchhiker?" " Dr. Daniela." "Dr Daniela?" "yup." of course Ellie would name a dog after a savage starlight character, you were half tempted to tell her that Dr Daniela was an atrocious name to call a dog, but you'd let her figure that out herself.

The next few days were weirdly domestic, Ellie insisted that the dog slept beside the bed, had a cute little hat and wore savage starlight cosplays. And you begrudgingly agreed. The dog took an immediate liking to you, despite all the times Daniela chewed on your heels, tugged on your skirt and barked at almost anything she found exciting (which was everything), you found yourself spooiling the dog with endless belly rubs and treats

ellie, in particular, was smitten with the dog, . She spent every waking moment playing with the dog, taking it on walks, and gushing about how cute it was. At times, it seemed as if she enjoyed spending more time with the dog than with you, which, you had to admit, was a little annoying considering the dog was technically your gift. But when Ellie snuggled up to you after tiresome patrol days, pressing kisses to your collar and weakly ranting about how incompetent some people were, you knew that wasnt the case.

[swtnerry]

A-Lister - part 1

summary: inspired by romy mars's song, she didn’t want to be there, but something about him made her stay through the night.

warnings: mention of alcohol. no capital letters (intentionally)

she knew the game, the rehearsed smiles, the calculated conversations, the pretenses. so she kept her guard up, expecting the usual scripted charm. y/n didn’t enjoy these events, and she was already in the limousine, wrapped in a flawless versace dress when she started thinking about returning home. then she reminded herself she had promised madelyn she would accompany her that night.

after a while, they entered the salon looking for a table, but as madelyn had warned her a couple of hours ago, nearly all were full. on their way to get drinks, she nudged her and pointed toward the far corner of the bar.

"oh my god! it’s drew! i haven’t seen him in sooo long, like, since the last OBX event! let’s say hi!". y/n barely had time to react before madelyn was already dragging her over.

of course that she knew who he was. she had seen the pictures madelyn posted on insta and knew he had been friends with her for a long time.

drew looked up as they approached, his expression shifting from relaxed to pleasantly surprised. his smile was different, not the polished kind she was used to seeing at events like this. it was effortless, warm, and just a little crooked, like he genuinely liked seeing mads.

"hi! you must be y/n," he said, voice smooth but casual, like he wasn’t caught up in the usual social games. "madelyn told me you two were coming together. have you been here long?"

"we just arrived," she replied, short and to the point. it wasn’t exactly welcoming, but it was automatic. madelyn hated when she got like this, but y/n couldn’t help it, she wished she was in her cozy bed watching some old audrey hepburn movie.

madelyn shot her a knowing look. "i'm gonna get us drinks, babe," she said before leaning in and whispering, "be nice." y/n sighed as madelyn disappeared into the crowd.

drew raised a brow, amused. "so, what’s with the face?" that damn smirk again, lazy, a little teasing, like he saw right through her defenses but wasn’t judging her for it.

"i just hate this kind of events" she admitted, crossing her arms. "too many people, awful music, someone’s stepped on my dress six times already, should i go on?"

drew chuckled, tilting his head slightly, like he was taking her in for the first time. "i hadn’t noticed all that until you pointed it out," he said, a spark of humor in his tone. "now the spotlight is starting to feel unbearable, thanks to you."

y/n let out a small laugh before she could stop herself. there was something easy about him, something unforced. his eyes lingered on hers for just a second longer than necessary.

"sorry," she said, her tone warmer now. "i love going out with mads, but this isn’t the kind of party i’m used to."

"don’t worry, i get it," he replied, his voice easygoing. "but now i’m curious, you will have to tell me how different could your kind of parties be from this one?"

she huffed a small laugh, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "the kind where i don’t have to suffer in heels all night." she gestured toward her feet, exhaling dramatically. he looked her up and down, taking in the way her dress hugged her frame perfectly. his gaze lingered just long enough to make her self-conscious.

"well you actually look like a movie star," he said, his voice dipping into something almost seductive. she rolled her eyes. "dont make fun of me, i'm not in the mood." "i'm not, i swear," he said with a small smile. "you look beautiful."

"thank you,"she said, feeling her cheeks heat up, the air suddenly heavier between them.

he noticed, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something else, but before he could, madelyn appeared, slipping between them with two drinks in hand.

"whats this?" she asked, eyes bouncing between them. "were you talking about me? or were you just talking about y/n’s tragic inability to tolerate a party?"

she scoffed, taking the drink from her friend. "i am perfectly capable of tolerating a party."

"mmm, sure," madelyn mused, taking a sip. "well, either way, you both look suspiciously. should i be concerned, or can we go take pictures now?"

"we were just mentioning the absolute nightmare that was traffic earlier," y/n said, her tone casual. "all thanks to you taking forever to get ready." she joked.

madelyn gasped, dramatically clutching her drink. "excuse me? that was your fault!" she elbowed y/n lightly." actually, it was those ridiculous oversized cars outside the building. i hate these people so much."

drew chuckled. "oh, we’ve got a real hater here."

madelyn smirked. "wait until she sees your car. you’ll definitely earn another spot on her hate list." y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "don’t tell me you own one of those."

drew grinned. "a big red one."madelyn and y/n exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. for the first time that night, y/n felt at ease, actually enjoying the party. and, maybe, the company too.

my first work, i hope you like it <3, requests are OPEN.

[mangotelevision]

i love that in the autumn side stories katelyn doesn't want to go on a date with aphmau, but it's not because she's not gay it's because she's a fucking loser with no relationship experience and she doesn't think aphmau would have fun. and honestly that's so in character for her

[mxystan]

taiwan travelogue by yang shuangzi tr. lin king is indeed an award-winning banger and perhaps the first time in my life i've ever felt vindicated for dual-wielding a novel with its english translation because the act of translation itself is such a big theme in the novel. big win for metafiction-obsessed himejin everywhere!!

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

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[helaintoloki]

Winter Flower

pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x reader

warnings: themes of kidnapping, drugging, violence, trauma, suggestive content. mentions of pregnancy, eventual happy ending

notes: wanted to try writing something out of my comfort zone so pls let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more!

summary: fate binds you to the Winter Soldier, but will it be enough to keep you together when you’re constantly being pulled apart?

“We’ve decided to give you a new pet.”

The Winter Soldier isn’t sure what to make of the barely conscious woman that’s been carelessly thrown at his feet by his handlers, but he knows better than to ask questions by now. His handlers seem to find his predicament comical as they laugh at a joke the Asset is not a part of and watch the scene unfold with malevolent smiles.

The woman, unbeknownst to the soldier, had undergone weeks of physical torture and anguish as various Hydra doctors poked and prodded at her mind and body until there was not a single ounce of fight left in her body. She’d been battered and bruised until she was almost nothing, and in the end it had all been a complete waste of time. Their hopes for a new weapon were diminished by the discovery that her body had not taken to the serum; her brute strength and aggression had only lasted for three days before she had crashed and returned back to normal. The experiment had failed, and Hydra now looked to their prized possession to dispose of her properly.

“We will let you have your fun,” his handler had snidely remarked before slamming the door shut behind him, leaving the Winter Soldier locked in his holding cell alone with her. She hadn’t moved in the time since she’d arrived, so the man felt it necessary to firmly nudge her ribs with his boot to wake her up. He didn’t want her here, didn’t enjoy a stranger in the only space he could remotely consider his own, and he wanted this to be known.

Slowly, the failed experiment uses every ounce of strength she has left to lift her head and will herself to look up at the man tasked with terminating life. Unlike the soldier, she knows why they have thrown her in here with their deadliest killer, and the trembling of her bottom lip reveals her trepidation. He initially expects to feel disdain and disgust for this supposed pet that lies at his feet, but when her wide eyes meet his own something inside him shifts.

The Winter Soldier was never one for compassion or empathy; he was programmed to kill without remorse, to void himself of any warmth or humanity, but as he looked down at her his chest swirled with emotions he could not name. It wasn’t pity or mockery, but a compulsive need to protect her from harm the way one wishes to protect a helpless animal from awaiting predators. She is not a pet, but he decides in that moment that she will be his to look after.

Wordlessly, the soldier scoops her limp form off of the tile ground and rests her in the small cot he calls a bed. A pathetic whine of pain leaves her body at the discomfort of being moved around, causing his chest to tighten unbearably. This shouldn’t be happening, there shouldn’t be a sense of longing suffocating his entire being when he gazes upon her weakened form, and yet the man finds himself taking extra care to tuck her under the blankets.

He lets her sleep, keeping careful watch over her form like a guard dog as he seats himself in front of the metal door and basks in her presence.

The Winter Soldier had a new purpose now.

~~~

No one had expected the Asset to become so taken with you.

When the guards came to see if the Soldat had finished the job, they were stunned to find you fast asleep in his bed while he stood watch. They had tried to terminate you themselves only to be met with gruesome ends after just looking at you. The Winter Soldier was adamant that you were not going anywhere, and no one could understand why he had become so fond of you within such a short span of time.

The answer had been discovered a week later by the scientists tasked with creating the new weapon. Though your body had not taken to the physical changes of the serum, they found that it had permanently altered your inner body chemistry and DNA as a result. Your new genetic makeup had triggered something within the Winter Soldier as soon as your eyes had locked with his own, almost as if your blood spoke to his. You were bound together on a biological level by this new serum, and this bond could not be broken.

The deaths of twenty men left Hydra with no choice but to let him keep you as the ordeal was not worth losing more valuable resources than necessary. Your survival did not come without cost, however, and they made it clear that you were expected to earn your keep. The Winter Soldier’s handlers had decided that you could be quite useful in forcing the Asset to comply. The cost of any mistakes or failures were yours to pay, and the possibility of your torture or isolation from one another proved to be a good motivator for the Soldat to execute missions without flaw.

You are an unwilling prisoner in all of this, your freedom taken from under you with no regard to your autonomy, but you know that this is the best possible outcome to have happened to you. Being a pet is much better than being a weapon to abuse or a failed experiment to get rid of, and you know that no real harm can come to you under the protection of the Winter Soldier. You have no choice but to make the most of the course life has chosen for you, and so you fall into your role as his companion.

“I don’t like when you leave,” you utter quietly while making careful work of combing his hair. He is scheduled to be sent away to Italy to locate and execute a deserter known to have important Hydra files with them, and your soldier will be gone for a week. His absence is isolating, and you know that once he is gone a nurse will arrive to hold you down while the doctors drug you to prevent you from causing any problems while he is away. Your brain becomes foggier and foggier with each dosage, and as time goes on the details of your life before the Winter Soldier become hazier until you almost forget everything.

“I must,” is his gruff reply. “It will keep you safe.”

“I want to leave, too,” you whisper despondently, taking great care to ensure your words cannot be heard by anyone other than him. He stiffens, and for a moment you fear being reprimanded, but his quiet utterance in reply has you hopeful for a chance at something better.

“You will.”

~~~

You wake to a man violently grabbing you by the hair and dragging you out of bed. You kick and claw at his arm in a fruitless attempt to free yourself, but he remains unfazed as he drags you to your destination. You know these hallways well enough to know where you are going, and despite your groggy state at having just been woken up from your drug induced slumber you are aware enough to know what is about to come.

Your soldier is waiting for you when you finally arrive to his handler’s office, eyes wide with fury and helplessness as he watches the man lift you by the hair before slamming you back down onto the ground. You cry out in agony and reach for your companion only to have a heavy boot land down onto your hand. The Winter Soldier moves to attack only to have several guns pointed at him, and he is forced with no choice but to stand down and watch you take on the abuse.

“You did not comply with orders, Soldat,” the man says simply, casting an irate glance your way at the sound of your pathetic cries. “I asked you to return with those stolen files and instead you lost them. What good are they to me now?”

A swift kick is driven into your ribcage and you curl into yourself with a sob. His entire body is vibrating with anger, each blow landed only fueling his need for vengeance, and yet he cannot save you. This was the arrangement made, the only reason you were allowed to still be alive, and it was his fault that this was happening to you. A single tear slides down his face at the sound of bone cracking when you take another hit to the ribs, and just when he thinks he can’t take anymore the man raises a hand to signal the assailant to cease his abuse.

“Do not fail again, or next time she will endure worse than a broken rib.”

The guards file out until all that remains is the Winter Soldier and his battered pet that lies unmoving in the center of the room. He’s on you in an instant, hands that were built to kill being used to gently lift your broken form from the ground. Every movement sends painful jolts throughout your body that make you let out pained shrieks and cause his chest to tighten as a result. The Asset cradles you to his chest like a child would their favorite teddy bear and does his best to console you. His metal fingers gingerly comb through your hair as you sob into his chest, and his mind is frenzied with thoughts of how he could ever possibly make this better.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes into your neck, his salty tears staining your skin when he presses his face against you. “I’m sorry, my pet.”

You are a prisoner just like him, and he cannot help you when he himself is bound to Hydra forever.

~~~

A week has passed and your injuries have improved gradually overtime, though your Soldat still takes great precaution when touching you or holding you close at night. He handles you with care, and it will never cease to amaze you how a man who was created to be the perfect weapon can be so tender with a woman who would mean nothing to him if not for the serum running through her veins.

He has been gone more often as of late, assisting in the training of a new batch of soldiers. At times you worry he might take to one of them the way he did you, might abandon you in place of a new pet, but from what you have gathered from overheard conversations the scientists had fixed this issue when creating the new serum. They couldn’t risk him showing loyalty to others and chance him deciding to fight back. He was yours, and admittedly you liked it this way. Perhaps it was the constant drugs being put in your system or the isolation of being confined to this building forever, but you loved him.

“I want a name,” you tell him when he returns from a grueling day of training. He looks at you almost puzzled as he removes his tactical clothing in preparation for a shower.

“Name?” He repeats with furrowed brows, planting himself in front of where you sit on the edge of the bed. You open your legs to allow him refuge in between them and hum in approval when he reaches down to gently run his metal fingers along the lines of your jaw.

“I don’t remember mine anymore, or anything before I came here, not completely. I need a name now.”

The Winter Soldier had never stopped to consider these details before you’d brought them to his attention; he didn’t know anything about himself, and he’d forgotten that this was considered abnormal. You had a life before him, an identity, and yet he’d never stopped to try and ask you.

“цветок.” You tilt your head in confusion and he smiles, a rare laugh escaping him as he explains, “Flower.”

He bends forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head, and in that moment you decide you like your new name.

You prefer being his Flower over his Pet, and you make sure to express your gratitude for this change when joining him in the shower.

~~~

Your privileges, while not many, have increased with your time spent as the Winter Soldier’s companion. You aid Hydra in keeping the man in line and ensuring optimal execution on missions, and your permanent bond to him means you never once have tried to escape in his absence. Thus, they felt it appropriate that you finally be able to leave the four walls of your bedroom.

You now have the ability to follow the soldier once a week to training, and you accompany one another to doctor’s visits rather than having them send the physician to you. So long as neither of you screw up, you can continue this routine of leaving your confinement to enjoy a small taste of freedom.

One of your new privileges is the responsibility of grooming the Winter Solider. Now that you can fully be trusted around sharp objects, you can trim his hair and shave his face while he sits back and enjoys how sweetly you fawn over him. Hydra had lost several workers to this task as one accidental tug of hair or cut to his chin could cost them their life, so this was one job they were happy to rid themselves of.

His blue eyes stare intensely up at your scrunched features as you carefully frame the pieces around his face. You work with practiced ease like you’ve done this before, and maybe you have, but there’s no way for either of you to find that out now. Your tongue pokes out discreetly from between your lips while you trim his ends, and the soldier envisions pulling you into his lap then and there to steal a kiss. He’d never do so in front of watchful eyes such as those of the guard who supervise your activity, it’s too intimate and he refuses to share you in such a way, but it brings him solace to envision a word where he can love you without inhibition or fear of putting you in harm’s way.

“I wish they would let you keep it long,” you hum thoughtfully, voice followed by the quiet snipping of the scissors.

“Not good for missions, Flower,” he reminds you before allowing his eyes to flutter shut at the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.

“You’re leaving again?”

“Not for long,” the man consoles, flesh hand coming to rest on your thigh before giving it a comforting squeeze. “Hydra says I must complete this one last task, and then we both will go to sleep.”

“Sleep?” You repeat hesitantly, pausing your ministrations to meet his steely gaze. His silence has you unnerved, and you return to your previous work in order to distract yourself from the nerves that begin to settle into the pit of your stomach. “Winter, I don’t want to-“

“It is an order, so we must,” he interrupts. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, but he needs you to understand that even with these new freedoms you are still under Hydra’s commands. He cannot risk you becoming bold, becoming defiant, because he knows better than anyone what Hydra does to those who step out of line. He will not have that for you, and he would rather you understand to comply now than have it beat into you later.

You set the scissors down and step back to admire your work. His blue eyes follow your every move as you begin to clean up the mess, and his chest tightens with yearning as he pictures a life of normalcy. If he tries hard enough, he can pretend that you are a normal couple living a regular life- you’re with him because you love him and not because your biology had been programmed to yearn for him only, and your trimming of his hair is an act of love rather than a necessity forced upon him by his handlers. You’ll never know just how much it pains him to know you will never truly be his, and it is his fault you have been subjected to this life.

“Winter,” you call out gently, breaking the man from his obvious turmoil. You say his name so gently, different from what he is used to. His lips barely quirk into a smile, and for you that is a win. “I love you.”

Placing his metal hand on the back of your neck, he carefully pulls you closer so that your foreheads are pressed together. You can feel the gentle fanning of his breath on your face as his nose gently brushes against your own and inhales your scent. One day he will free you from this cage, even if it is at his own expensive.

“I love you.”

~~~

Your Winter returns to you in shambles and it scares you.

You’ve never seen him so frenzied, so unsure of himself and the world around him. His eyes are welled with tears, and he’s on you the moment he spots you, nearly yanking you out of bed as he pulls you impossibly tight to his chest and begins to comb his fingers through your hair.

“Winter?” You whisper meekly while scrambling to find purchase in his hold. You feel his hot tears trickle down onto your neck and the tremble of his hands as they splay across your back, but his hold never relinquishes.

“There was a man,” he shakily whispers into your hair, faltering to swallow the rising bile in his throat, “a man on a bridge.”

“What happened?”

“I knew him,” he whispers agonizingly, the turmoil evident in his tone. His shoulders tremble with each sob he fights to hold back, but the feel of your fingers gently rubbing circles into shoulders allows him the strength to continue. “He called me- he called me Bucky.”

Your features contort into a frown as you hold the sobbing man impossibly tight. You know just how difficult it is to have no semblance of your past or your identity before Hydra, but you can’t imagine just how awful it is to be given a piece of the puzzle only to have nowhere to place it. You want to help him but you don’t know how, and it pains you to be so useless.

“I think he knew you, too,” you reassure him quietly in case of any prying ears. “Maybe Bucky is your name, and this man is a friend. Maybe… maybe he can help us.”

The soldier stiffens at your words, carefully pulling himself out of your grasp to meet your gaze. You fear that perhaps you’ve misspoken and angered your companion, but once you see the rare glimpse of hope shining through his tears you realize your words have struck a chord within him.

With feverish movements he pulls your body back to him and slams his lips onto your own, swallowing your startled gasp and pushing you back towards the mattress. You accept him willingly and without complaint; you let him take you over and over again to the point of exhaustion until neither of you can hold yourselves up any longer. He worships you, comforts you, ensures to you that he will take this new lead and run with it until he can gain your freedom. His mission has always been you, and you trust him with your entire being to complete it.

They come for him hours later. The door to your room slams open, and two guards stand on the other side. Despite your entangled limbs and state of undress, you know well enough to immediately move yourself out of the way by pressing yourself as far back into the corner of the wall as possible. They grab him roughly by the arms before dragging him out of bed, and you watch helplessly from behind the cover of the sheets as he is taken from you once more. Despite the roughness in which they handle him, his eyes remain gentle as they look upon you fondly, and your heart sinks in your stomach when you note how differently this gaze feels. The door shuts harshly behind him, and a part of you fears that the look on his face wasn’t an expression of love.

It was his way of saying goodbye.

~~~

You haven’t seen your Winter in three weeks, and no one has come to check on you in five days.

You feel like you’re losing your sanity with each second that passes- you never thought you’d miss the interactions that came with your daily injections or the physical touch of the nurse holding you down. You’re thirsty, starving, dirty, delirious, and spiraling in your isolation. What could have happened to make them abandon the Winter Soldier’s pet? What could have happened to make him abandon you? Maybe he’s dead, or maybe he had never truly cared about you enough to get you out of this place, and you’re not sure which is worse.

You think you’re dreaming at first when the door to your prison slowly begins to creak open, and the sudden downpour of light is so blinding you can barely make out the figure standing before you. You whine and tightly shut your eyes, but you’re still able to hear the careful footsteps that approach you as if you’re a scared animal who might bite at any sudden movements.

“I’ve got something,” the feminine voice murmurs. “East Wing, last door to the right. They left someone behind.”

You attempt to open your eyes again and are met with the kind features of a woman. She offers you a comforting smile and attempts to reach for you only to flinch, but she’s quick to immediately retract her hands and hold them up in surrender. It’s clear she doesn’t want to scare you, but your bouts of torture and mental scarring don’t allow you to trust so easily. The Hydra nurses had often smiled at you the same way before strapping you down and aiding in your torment.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she coaxes softly, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Are you with Hydra?”

She shakes her head. “My name is Natasha, and I’m an Avenger. My friends and I are here to help you. Can you tell me your name?”

The name strikes a chord within you, but it isn’t impactful enough for you to truly grasp her importance or bring recognition to your mind. It is enough, however, for her to gain your trust and answer her with a quiet utterance of the word, “Flower.”

She hums thoughtfully before extending her hand to you again, and this time you take it without trepidation. Natasha slowly helps you to your feet, but your lack of nutrition and dehydrated state causes you to keel over immediately. The woman catches you in her arms and keeps you upright by allowing you to lean against her, but there’s evident worry on her features now that she fully knows the extent of your physical state. You appear weak and frail, delirious, and she hates to even think about what has happened to you during your stay at the Hydra base.

“Nat,” a new voice calls, and you muster up enough strength to lift your head and lock eyes with the man in the doorway. His features are kind and his eyes blue like your Winter’s, and his build nearly takes up the entire frame. His brows are etched with concern once they catch sight of you, and he’s quick to assist Natasha in guiding you out of the room.

“Flower, this is Steve,” she introduces in a hushed tone, “can he pick you up so we can get out of here faster?”

“I can’t leave,” you murmur hoarsely, eyes beginning to well with tears.

“It’s okay, no one is going to hurt you now if you leave,” she tries to assure you only for you to vehemently shake your head.

“If I leave he won’t know where I am o-or how to find me.”

“Who won’t know?” Steve presses gently, catching your figure as you stumble into his grasp before bursting into a fit of sobs.

“Winter,” you choke, too lost in your crying fit to note the way Steve’s body stiffens at the mention of the man. He shares an uneasy glance with Natasha before composing himself and offering you comfort through the careful rubbing of your back. Your cries echo throughout the abandoned Hydra base and send chills through the Captain’s spine.

He isn’t sure what the next step is or what to even make of this situation. They had been sent here to explore the Hydra base in search of any remaining personnel or files after the aftermath of Pierce, and while he had hoped to find some trace of Bucky he hadn’t been prepared for a battered woman to be the only link left to his missing friend.

Carefully lifting your frail body off the ground and into his arms, Steve trails closely behind Natasha as the two make their exit. You’re an inconsolable mess, but Steve does his best to offer the only words he can think of.

“We’ll find him, I promise.”

You never thought you’d ever get to see the sunlight again, but when Steve carries you over the threshold of the base and out into the open world you find yourself being blinded by its brightness. The feel of fresh air is jarring, its warmth kissing your skin as you are carried into their awaiting jet and set on the softest gurney you’ve ever been on. A multitude of voices surround you, but you can’t seem to focus on anything but the simple fact that no longer are you a prisoner to Hydra and their abuse.

You are free.

~~~

It took hours for Natasha to settle you so Bruce could properly examine you, but no one could blame you for your aversion to doctors and fear of needles. No one had ever been as patient or kind with you as they had been during the process of running blood tests, conducting a psychological profile, and settling you in with an IV to get you hydrated again. You clung to the Black Widow like a lifeline, but she never once seemed to mind. You almost got the impression that she understood the horrors that you’d been through, and that was enough for you to put your entire trust in her.

While your tests are being conducted, Tony and Steve sit in the intelligence room staring at the profile before them on the screen. Your innocent face stares back at the two men, a stark contrast to the woman who sits in the exam room with Banner and Romanoff. Your face is youthful and full of life, and the longer Steve stares at your photo the more the knot in his stomach twists.

“Her name is y/n y/l/n. She was a hairstylist in Manhattan before she was declared missing,” Tony reads along solemnly.

“Does she have any family we can contact?” Steve asks only for his counterpart to shake his head dejectedly.

“Parents passed away when she was in college and there’s no immediate family left. Hydra knew what they were doing when they picked her for their program.”

Sighing, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose in rumination before leaning in back into his chair. He felt a sense of responsibility when it came to your wellbeing; though he didn’t know the exact nature of your relationship with Bucky, he knew you must have been important to him considering how worried you were about him finding you, and that mean you were important to Steve now too. But there was so little to work with when it came to helping you enter back into the real world again, and who knew how long it would take for you to reacclimatize to your newfound freedom.

“This poor girl was tortured for who knows how long. If I could have found her sooner-“

“Hey, don’t do that to yourself,” Tony interrupts with a deep frown, “that doesn’t help anyone. We have her here now, and we’re going to get her the best treatment money can buy to help her get through all of this.”

Before Steve can reply, the two men are interrupted by the presence of Dr. Banner who holds a folder of tests results in his hands. The Captain is on his feet immediately, looking at Bruce expectantly with bated breath as he waits for the prognosis.

“As we suspected, there is super soldier serum running through her veins. However, it appears dormant since she showed no signs of increased strength or aggression or any other possible abilities. We’re not sure what effect it has on her, but I think she should be able to live a relatively normal life despite it being active in her system.”

“You couldn’t remove it?” Tony questions.

“She didn’t want me to. She said it’s what keeps her connected to Barnes, what kept him from killing her when Hydra dumped her on him.”

“I didn’t know that was possible,” Steve murmurs quietly. “Will she be okay?”

“Well, it’s going to take some time for her to psychologically recover from the torture and the isolation she endured, but there is a good chance her memories can be restored with time as well. Physically I’d say she’ll recover, and I’ll ask again when she’s in a better mental state about removing the serum, but…”

The hesitation in his voice is clear, prompting Tony and Steve to exchange uneasy glances before urging him to go on.

“What is it, Bruce?” Tony presses. Sighing, Banner adjusts the frames of his glasses and looks between the two men before landing his eyes on your holographic picture. He doesn’t want to voice the reality of the situation, but he knows he must if they want to help you.

Finally, he replies, “She’s pregnant.”

The room becomes deafly silent as the doctor’s words hang in the air, and it feels like ages before Steve finally works up the nerve to speak.

“Pregnant?” He nearly gawks in astonishment, clearly not believing the words he’s hearing.

“The blood tests and an ultrasound both came up conclusive,” Bruce confirms solemnly.

“And the father?” Steve hesitates to ask.

“Based on the details she shared with Nat, I think it’s safe to say that Barnes is the father.”

“So you’re telling me this woman is carrying a baby super soldier?” Tony questions bluntly much to Steve’s chagrin.

“It would be appear that way, yes,” Bruce replies almost annoyed at Tony’s poor choice of words.

“Is it safe?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I think the serum running through her veins increases her chances of survival and the possibility of a relatively normal pregnancy. We’ll just have to keep an eye on her in the meantime and hope for the best.”

“Well, Rogers, it looks like you’re going to be an Uncle,” Tony congratulates with a hearty clap to his back in an attempt to lighten the mood. Though Steve doesn’t exactly appreciate the jokes, his nerves are somewhat put at ease when he continues, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets everything she needs for the super tyke.”

It seems that finding Bucky is more important now than ever, and Steve is determined to do whatever it takes to reunite you with the man you love.

No matter the cost.

~~~

It’s been two months since you were freed from Hydra’s prison, but sometimes it only feels like just yesterday you’d been tangled in the sheets with your lover planning your escape. Should you even call him that? You’re not sure anymore. Your new therapist had affirmed you were an unwilling participant in all that had happened to you, but so was he, and he had taken care of you as best as he could given the circumstances you found yourselves in. You think you do love him even if she says you’d only forced yourself to feel that way as a means to survive.

Along with a new therapist, you’d been given all the resources possible to start your life over. Despite their insistence that you were welcome to stay at the Avenger’s compound while you healed, you were adamant about wanting the autonomy that came with having your own apartment. You wanted to learn to be your own person again, to live in your own space by your own schedule, so Tony had helped you find the perfect apartment in a quiet part of town.

Steve visited nearly every day to ensure you and the baby were doing alright considering he felt you were his responsibility now in Bucky’s absence. No leads have been found yet on the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier, but he is doing his damndest to find Bucky by all means. Natasha stops by every once and while when Steve cannot, offering you company and support during your transitional period.

Your body has healed from the grueling abuse you’d endured, but it’s taking your mind a little longer to catch up. You remember your name now, your real name, and vague remnants of your past, but it isn’t enough for you to complete the full picture. Bruce says it will take some time for you to regain your memories, but you’re not oblivious to the possibility that your mind might not ever be fully restored.

Natasha had accompanied you to another ultrasound appointment to check on the health of the baby and your own before taking you grocery shopping. The doctors say you’re almost three months along with a perfectly healthy baby, and Nat had cooed sweetly at the grainy image displayed for you both on the screen. You never knew how exactly to feel every time they showed you the baby- you didn’t hate it or detest the fact that you were pregnant, but the circumstances in which it had all occurred certainly weren’t ideal, and it served as a reminder that you would be going into this alone.

Once you were coherent enough, Steve had sat you down and carefully explained that your Winter once went by the name of James Barnes, though most people just called him Bucky. He told you of their friendship and how he had thought him to be dead all these years until the incident on the bridge, and he assured you he was doing everything in his power to bring you both together again. Of course, that had been a month ago, and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. It pained you to know that he wouldn’t be here to experience any milestones with you, to see his child grow inside you, to hold them and love them and enjoy his chance at having a family. You were supposed to start a new life together, but instead you and your little one are all alone.

You step out of the elevator and head towards your apartment with an arm full of groceries after finally making the trip home. Natasha had offered to help you bring them up, but you insisted you’d be fine on your own. You look forward to the hearty soup you plan to make for dinner and to frame the latest ultrasound on your fridge, and you don’t mind the fact that most days you dine alone. You’ve learned to get used to solitude once more, though it helps when it’s out of your own volition and not because you’ve been locked away in your own personal prison cell.

The apartment is quiet and untouched when you enter and hang your keys on the wall, but it’s only once you make it to the kitchen that you realize there is an intruder standing in your home. Your newly bought groceries fall to the floor with a deafening thud, fruits and vegetables scattering everywhere as you stare at the familiar pair of blue eyes that pierce straight through you. His hair has gotten longer again and his features are covered in stubble, but you know it is him.

“Winter?” You whisper in a trembling voice, afraid that if you speak any louder he might just disappear.

“Flower,” he breathes out, and before you can even blink he’s on you in an instant. Your frame is lifted from the ground when he picks you up in a bone crushing hug, one hand wrapped around your midsection while the other cradles the back of your head. He breathes in your scent as you nestle your face into the crook of his neck and begin to sob with the amalgamation of emotions within you. You missed him terribly, but you hated him for abandoning you and for loving you so much that Hydra had decided you were too valuable a resource to lose, and yet you were so relieved to see him alive and breathing in your little apartment.

“You left me,” you sob into his neck which prompts him to tighten his hold on you in response. “You promised you’d come back.”

“I could never leave you,” he hushes you, trembling lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “I could never ever leave you. I tried to come back for you but you were gone, and I couldn’t risk coming near you with the Avengers around or else they might take me away from you.”

“They wouldn’t do that, Steve has been looking for you. He promised we’d get to be together.”

“That isn’t his promise to make,” the man utters solemnly, finally relinquishing his hold on you so he can step back and admire your beautiful tear stained face. You look so different from the last time he’d seen you; your face was fuller and brighter, and the length of your hair had changed, but you were still just as beautiful as ever. “Flower-“

“Y/n,” you interrupt him. He falters at the name and furrows his brows in confusion until you clarify, “my real name is y/n. And yours is James, but Steve calls you Bucky.”

A look of recognition washes over his features and he nods. “We were… friends.”

“Steve can help us,” you attempt to reassure him again, but Bucky is not so easily convinced.

“No, no, I can’t… I can’t stay here. Many people want me dead, so it’s better to just disappear.”

“Disappear?” You blanch, already feeling the panic beginning to bubble within you. Your hands begin to tremble and you take a step away from him as you desperately try to process his words. “No, you can’t- you can’t leave me again!”

“I came here to say goodbye,” he admits solemnly before gently taking your shaky hands in his own. “You deserve to have a life without me in it.”

“I don’t want that!” You insist through tears only for him to shush you.

“My Flower, the serum bound us together, but it doesn’t mean that I have the right to ruin your chance at freedom. There is no future with me, a life on the run is not what you deserve. I will not put you through torment again. I-“

“I’m pregnant,” you finally blurt to get him to shut up. His wide eyes and stunned silence prove that your methods are effective. You feel his hold on you tighten as he takes a pensive swallow and slowly looks you up and down.

“Pregnant?” He repeats quietly in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant, and that means I do deserve a life with you in it. I deserve to raise our baby with you, to have you by my side. Please don’t leave me again.”

Tears steadily fall down your cheeks, and Bucky is quick to cup your face in his hands so that he may wipe them away. The apartment is quiet as he soaks up the news he’s just been given. He once thought he’d spend the rest of his life a slave to Hydra with nothing to lose and nothing to keep, but then he’d met you and everything had changed. You were his mission, his reason to fight, and now so was this baby. The answer is clear right in front of him, so he takes it.

“Pack a bag,” he urges you gently. “Pack a bag so we can leave and start over somewhere else together.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his insistence, but you don’t think twice about scurrying off to your room and gathering whatever items will fit in your bag. You did want a new life, a fresh start, but no apartment in New York would fill the hole within you caused by Bucky’s absence if he left you behind. You are grateful to the Avengers, to all they have done for you, but Bucky is right. Your chance at a happy life is not their promise to make.

You leave a note for Natasha and Steve to find explaining that you are safe and will be okay on your own, that they don’t have to look for you and can rest assured knowing you are perfectly happy wherever it is you are. You thank them for everything and leave behind the keys to your apartment, taking one last look at the place before following Bucky to his getaway vehicle.

“Where will we go?”

He rests a comforting hand on your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before meeting your gaze. The hopeful glimmer in your eyes fills his heart with warmth and only further fuels his need to protect you and ensure your happiness. He hopes he’s doing the right thing by bringing you along with him.

“Romania,” he finally answers. “I think you’ll like it there.”

~~~

The soft cries from the bassinet rouse you from your slumber, but Bucky is gently pushing you back into bed before you can even remove the covers.

“I got it,” he murmurs hoarsely, sleep still evident in his voice when he speaks. The sun is barely beginning to rise as its warmth seeps through the curtains, and you comfortably stretch yourself awake in bed as Bucky brings the mewling infant to your awaiting embrace. “Hungry again.”

“It feels like she always is,” you jest with a fond smile while lifting your shift and allowing the infant to nurse. Bucky presses a kiss to your temple and repeats the act to your child before retreating into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee for the start of your day.

Your life in Bucharest has been relatively quiet for the past year. As Bucky had promised, you’d made a fresh start in a new home for yourself, a home of your choosing where you could live in peace with your daughter and without worry of anyone finding your hidden paradise. Time had helped heal you both, and though there was still much progress to be made, becoming parents had softened you both and given you all the more motivation to be better versions of yourselves for your daughter.

Natalia Rose Barnes had been born eight months ago in a small hospital room and was deemed perfectly healthy despite your initial concerns of how the serum might affect her growth. She was the most beautiful little creature Bucky had ever seen, and his heart had bursted with pride when you’d handed her to him for the first time. He never once thought it possible for him to have a family, to take part of the creation of something so innocent and sweet after years of atrocities committed by his own hands, and yet here he was watching her tiny hand wrap tightly around his metal fingers.

Your days consisted of staying home to take care of Rosie while Bucky completed odd jobs around Bucharest to earn money. You practiced journaling often to keep track of old memories that would resurface with time to allow you to continue piecing your life together, and Bucky did the same. The thought of the Winter Soldier reawakening always lingered at the back of his mind, but he made it his mission that he would never show that part of himself to your daughter or to you ever again. You were no longer Winter and Flower but Bucky and y/n, and he was determined to keep it that way at all costs.

“I have to go out into town for groceries today,” he informs you whilst holding the cup of coffee to your lips and allowing you to take a drink. “Rose needs diapers, and we’re out of plums.”

You hum thoughtfully in response and reply, “If there is enough money leftover can you stop at the bakery for muffins?”

“Of course,” Bucky replies with a gentle grin, gently brushing his knuckles against your chin. “Anything you want.”

“I think Rosie and I will go for a walk in the park today,” you tell him. “Maybe you can join us once you’re done and we can walk home together.”

“I’d like that,” he affirms. You know how paranoid Bucky gets when you and Rose are alone, especially when it’s out in public, but he tries not to restrict your freedom too much and allows you to do certain things on your own.

You both prepare separately for your days and accompany one another out of the apartment. Bucky assists you in setting up the stroller and strapping a sleeping Rose in her seat, and he gives you a tender kiss before parting ways with you. The day is bright and beautiful, and your heart is content as you walk through the streets of Bucharest and to the local park.

You don’t have any friends or family in Romania, so you appreciate the friendliness of locals that greet you in passing or simply offer a smile your way. Many people especially like to stop and fawn over Natalia, so your guard is down when a woman seats herself next to you on the park bench and interrupts your journaling by cooing at your daughter.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, I-“ you begin to say only to freeze once you look up from your writing to acknowledge the stranger. She gives you a pointed look, but her smile is playful as she watches you process her presence before you. “Natasha?!”

“You’re hard to find, you know,” she quips with a raised brow, but she isn’t given a reply when you instead choose to throw yourself into her arms and hold her impossibly tight.

“I-I can’t believe you’re here,” you breathe in disbelief, eyes welling with tears at the comfort that comes with seeing a familiar face.

“I can’t believe you already had the baby,” she replies before pulling out of your hold to take in your face. “Are you alright? Banner was worried it might be hard on you because of the serum.”

“It was perfectly safe, Rose and I made it out fine.”

“Rose?” Natasha repeats before casting her gaze to the cooing baby sitting in the stroller.

“Well, her middle name is Rose, but her first name is Natalia,” you correct with a sheepish smile after seeing the way Natasha looks at you in surprise. “I wanted to name her after someone important, and after everything you did for me it only felt right.”

“I’m… honored,” she expresses, still getting over the initial shock. A new emotion flashes across her face for a split second before becoming unreadable again, but you detect the change before she can hide it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking you first,” You immediately jump to apologize in fear of upsetting her. You’d been so excited to see her you hadn’t even considered the fact she might be irritated with you for leaving without a trace and not bothering to reach out with your new location.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… well, it makes this next part a little harder,” she admits mournfully, taking in the way your eyes widen slightly and lips begin to pull into a frown at her sudden change in demeanor. “As much as I wish I could say I’m here for a friendly visit, I’m actually here to bring you in for questioning.”

“What?” You gape in quiet bewilderment. You can already feel the unease beginning to grow at her serious tone, and your mind is racing with possibilities of what you could possibly be in trouble for.

“A bomb was recently planted at the Vienna International Centre and killed several UN representatives including King T’Chaka of Wakanda. Security footage revealed that the person responsible for this was Barnes.”

“That’s… that’s impossible!” You immediately argue, mind scrambling to catch up with the news Natasha has just dumped on you. Your heart is racing in your chest and body beginning to feel the oncomings of a panic attack when you realize your peaceful little life in Bucharest has been abruptly ended by a false accusation. “He couldn’t have done that, we’ve been together almost every day with Rosie.”

“They have him on camera, y/n. My hands are tied. I’ve been asked to bring you in because of your connection to Barnes, but if you can honestly say he’s been with you here in Bucharest this entire time then that might help him out. Steve and Sam should be with him right now.”

You can almost feel the hope draining out of you as you process the fact that the life you’d built for yourself was crashing down all around you. No matter how far you run, the past continues to catch up to you both. Bucky isn’t the Winter Soldier anymore, he’s trying to be better, and you wish others could see him for who he is rather than for what he has done.

“I’ll go with you if you promise they won’t take Rosie away from me,” you urge her. Natasha frowns.

“I can’t promise that, but I can promise that no matter what happens she’ll be safe. Can you trust me on that?”

You do, and that’s why you follow her willingly to Berlin for questioning. Bucky is already there when you arrive, and your heart breaks when you see how they have chosen to restrain him. His eyes are filled with sorrow at the sight of you and Rosie being escorted to a separate room, and he wants nothing more than to be there for you both, but he can do nothing as you are taken from him once again.

The prime focus is on Bucky, so you sit alone in the interrogation room for some time before the door finally opens and Steve enters. He has a tired smile on his face meant to hold up his facade while he hands you a glass of water.

“I thought you might need this,” he offers before taking a seat across from you.

“Are you here to question me?”

“No, I’m here as a friend. I don’t think you should be locked away in a room like this on your own.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you offer bluntly. You don’t mean to be crass, but you’re beginning to become fed up with constantly having your life uprooted without any consideration of your feelings or autonomy. You didn’t choose this life for yourself or plan for it to be this way, yet it seemed you were always being punished for loving a tortured man who was trying to do better.

Despite your brashness, the air is void of tension and instead filled with the happy babbles of Rosie who continuously tries to reach across the table for Steve. She has Bucky’s eyes and his smile, and Steve feels a sense of protectiveness wash over him every time he looks at her. He has a duty to you and to Rosie to help prove Bucky’s innocence, and he hopes you’ll be able to see that he is on your side no matter what.

“Would you like to hold her?” You ask him after noting the way he eyes her so intently. He happily obliges, and you’re filled with a sense of ease to see your baby being coddled by Captain America. At the very least Rosie has a super powered support system, and this fact helps alleviate some of your stress.

“She’s gorgeous,” Steve compliments, allowing the girl to press her hands against his face in exploration. “This is all I ever wanted for Bucky. A chance to have the life that was taken from him, to start a family with a nice girl who loved him despite all he’s endured. I just wish it could have happened differently.”

“I know,” you reply solemnly before casting your gaze to your hands resting in your lap in order to hide your welling tears. “I do too.”

Steve opens his mouth to reply only to be interrupted by the blaring sounds of an alarm. The interrogation room is coated in red, and Rosie begins to shriek at the assaulting noise. You look to Steve with wide and fearful eyes when he quickly rises from his seat and hands you back your daughter. The alarms are reminiscent of the ones at the Hydra base, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart for the sake of your baby. Steve rests a gentle hand on your shoulder and provides you a reassuring squeeze before instructing you to stay put.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” he avows before bolting out of the room. Your breathing comes in quick gasps as you press yourself to the furtherest corner of the wall and slowly sink to the floor with a crying Rosie to the floor. Your mind attempts to retrieve the therapeutic techniques you’d been taught to help you deal with such episodes, but none of them come to fruition fast enough for you to settle. You feel like you can’t breathe, and the blaring alarm has turned into a distant ringing as you curl in on yourself with the baby pressed tightly to your chest.

You don’t know long you’re stuck waiting in that room, unable to differentiate between minutes or hours, but you’re finally freed from your prison when the door swings open and Natasha rushes to your side.

“We gotta go,” she urges you whilst helping your trembling figure off the ground.

“Natasha, what’s going on?! Where’s Bucky?!” Your press for information falls on deaf ears as she uses one arm to keep you close to her form while the other holds out her gun for potential attacks. “We can’t leave him!”

“Someone activated the Winter Soldier,” she finally answers you after ensuring the area is secure and urging you forward. “It’s not safe for you or the baby.”

“No…” you breathe out before stopping in your tracks, “no, that’s not right.”

“Y/n, we don’t have time-“

“He wouldn’t hurt me, Natasha. The serum, it-“

“I’m not taking any chances,” she states adamantly before forcing you along with her to the exit. You can only stumble after her quick pace and follow her to safety while Bucky wreaks havoc on the building. The next few moments are a blur once you’re shoved into the back of a military van and sped off to a secondary location. The building grows further and further away, separating you and Bucky once more.

~~~

A warm breeze brushes through the grass around you, serene and comforting while you stare pensively at the lake before you. You’d sat at a lake like this once years ago with your parents when they were still alive, and it brought you the same comfort then that it did now. The world is calm here in your bubble, and you think you can finally breathe.

Rosie sits a few feet away from you in the grass playing with two of the local girls from the nearby village. The children adore your toddler and flock to visit her nearly everyday, but you don’t mind. This is what you had always wanted for her, to see her play with other children and know a world of peace where no harm could come to her. This was the most relatively normal childhood she could have, and you were grateful to be here in Wakanda.

After the Winter Soldier had been activated that fateful day, Natasha had stashed you and Rosie into a safe house while she dealt with the aftermath. Days passed before Steve finally came to get you, and you were promptly taken to be reunited with Bucky in Wakanda where T’Challa had granted you both asylum. They would work to erase his programming while you were there, and you would get to raise Rosie without the fear of having to up and leave at a moment’s notice. You’ll be forever indebted to the King for his kindness towards your family, and you truly think this could be the end of all your worries.

Your rumination is interrupted by the shifting of the grass when a new presence joins your side, and almost by instinct do you immediately lean into his side and rest your head upon his shoulder. You sometimes still expect to feel the sensation of cool metal against your cheek, but his appendage is gone now along with the Winter Soldier. Time has healed your husband, and there is no chance of anyone using him as a weapon now.

“I never thought life could be like this,” he voices aloud, a small smile forming on his lips at the sound of Rosie’s echoing laughter.

“It’s nice here,” you agree quietly. “Peaceful. We don’t have to run anymore.”

There’s a pause of silence following your words before he speaks again. “I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

His comment has you turning to look at him in puzzlement, your brows furrowing with uncertainty at what he’s trying to convey.

“Thanked me?”

He nods before shifting his gaze to you. His face is melancholic and full of sincerity when he reaches for your hand to take in his own. His eyes are swimming with devotion and admiration, and it has your stomach doing a nervous flip at the sudden shift in his demeanor.

“For giving me this second chance, for giving me a family. Hydra brought our paths together and the serum bonded us to one another, but Banner could have removed it from your system so you could live a normal life in Manhattan without a connection to me. You refused it. And when I returned you followed me to Romania despite me trying to set you free. You loved me anyway despite all you’d been through with me, you never gave up on me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

You smile up at him with complete adoration and devotion before resting a hand upon his cheek. He immediately melts at your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he releases a relaxed breath and savors the feel of your palm against his skin.

“You’ll never have to thank me for that,” you assure him with complete sincerity. “I will love you for the rest of my life with or without some stupid serum. We came into each other’s lives for a reason, and this is it.”

You pull him towards you for a passionate kiss that both of you ensure to savor before returning your gazes to the landscape before you. The sun sparkles on the water while the wind rustles through grass, and Rosie begins to make her clumsy ascent towards you both with hands outstretched for her father. Bucky is quick to pull her into his chest and hold her securely in his lap as your little family enjoys a peaceful afternoon in Wakanda.

Life is still and perfect, and for now you can continue to remain in your peaceful bubble blissfully unaware of the dangers yet to come.

[planetaryupscaled]

Claiming Naivety

Male OC x Eunchae

Tags: 15k, smut, first time, creampie, oral, anal, gb, tw

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Eunchae was enjoying breakfast with her sister on a Saturday morning. They always made time like this to hang out. After all, they were the only family they each had. Eunchae's sister had dedicated her life to giving her all the love she could.

Eunchae, now that she was eighteen, had come to appreciate all her sister had done for her. The past year of her sister’s life was split between working and caring for her. But now that she was an adult herself and about to head to college in a few months, she hoped her sister would make time for herself again. Find new hobbies, make friends, and maybe even find a romantic relationship.

Eunchae herself hasn’t explored the romantic world either, but for different reasons. She dedicated herself to her studies as well as her love of art and music. While she may have lacked boyfriends, she made up for it with friends. In particular, she had four close friends: Eunwoo, Doyun, Chanwoo, and Minho. Her sister had teased her in the past for having four guys as best friends and predicted she would end up dating them. However, Eunchae asserted that wasn’t going to happen, proving herself correct. These guys were her friends, and no other funny business had ever occurred between them.

“Are your friends coming over tonight to hang out again?” her sister asked. Eunchae nodded. Her house was a frequent hangout spot for them. Her sister enjoyed having her friends around, too, and they often called her the ‘cool sister.’

“I’m glad to hear it. Now that you guys are adults, I can’t help but notice how handsome they are,” she said with a sly smile.

“Unnie! Gross! Those are my friends you’re talking about,” Eunchae said, shocked that her sister would comment on her friend’s appearance.

“Relax, I’m just saying. They wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I’m older, but can you imagine...,” she said, looking off into the distance.

“No! I can’t and won’t imagine that. Can we please talk about something else,” Eunchae said in protest.

Hearing that her sister even entertained the idea of being anything resembling romantic with her friends was beyond embarrassing. She appreciated that her sister hadn’t had any contact with a man in years, but she could start by dating men her age.

However, Eunchae calmed herself down; her sister was just teasing. Even if she was interested in her friends in that way, as her sister said, she’s older than them. Eunchae even doubted how much her friends were interested in romantic encounters at the moment. None of them had girlfriends or gone on dates, as far as she knew. The five of them just wanted to have some fun.

That evening, the four guys arrived together at Eunchae’s. She had made plans for them to play a board game. “Hey guys, I got the game set up in the backroom. I even added in the bird expansion, so there are even more bird powers you can use!” Eunchae excitedly said.

But as she led them to the room where she expected them to spend the next hours playing the game, the four boys were momentarily distracted by the arrival of her sister. “Hello, boys! It’s so nice to see you all. I trust you all are staying fit as ever?” she said to them.

“We try our best, Noona,” Eunwoo said in a flirty tone that alarmed Eunchae.

“You’re looking fit yourself,” Doyun added.

“Oh, stop it, you guys. You’re going to tempt me into doing something bad...,” she said. What the hell does that mean, Eunchae thought. She started pushing her friends down the hall, away from her sister.

Eunchae said, “Come on, I need to explain to you guys how the egg-laying mechanism works in the game.”

Finally, distancing herself from her sister's odd behavior, Eunchae got to work walking them through the board game she intended for all five of them to play over the next few hours. Ten minutes later, she was in the middle of explaining how food selection works. “If the dice show the same food, you can re-roll. But that’s optional,” she said as she showed them an example.

"Wow, Noona looked amazing! Has she been hitting the gym, Eunchae?" Minho asked, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“She’s been taking walks more, I guess. Anyway, you can only take food when you do the collection action...,” she said, changing the subject back to the game before getting interrupted once more.

“She was being really friendly with us. Even flirty,” Chanwoo remarked.

“Yeah, she kept talking about how handsome you guys were earlier today. She even wondered out loud if you guys were interested in her. It was pretty embarrassing to hear. Can you imagine!” Eunchae said with a laugh. She felt bad making fun of her sister like this, but her behavior was so odd today.

“Your sister interested in us?” Doyun asked, surprised.

“That’s not what I said. She was wondering if you all were interested in her. God, I feel cringy even telling you guys about it,” Eunchae said, clarifying. “But let’s talk about how nectar is used.” However, the boys were becoming less interested in the game.

“Dude, she said we were handsome. She hasn’t been with anyone lately. Do you think we might have a shot with her?” Doyun asked the group.

Eunchae’s eyes lit up in horror. These guys were actually interested in her sister? “Whoa, guys. She’s my sister. Can we not talk about her like this?” she asked.

“We’re not teasing, Eunchae. I don’t know about the other guys, but I think your sister is a stone-cold fox. I’m sorry, but if she is attracted to me, I’m taking my shot,” Doyun said.

The other three voiced their strong agreement. “Let’s go talk to her. She might be on board for anything,” Eunwoo suggested. This prompted the four boys to stand up.

Eunchae ran to the door and blocked it. Their willingness and her sister’s flirty demeanor tonight created a bad combination. She didn’t need her friends and her sister engaging in... funny business.

“Guys, wait. I’m asking you, as your long-term friend here, please don’t go flirt with my sister,” Eunchae said, appealing to the four guys.

They all looked at each other before Doyun replied.

“To be clear, we’re not looking to flirt. Let’s stop beating around the bush here and be clear. We want to have sex with your sister, and we think we have a real shot tonight at actually making this happen.”

While Eunchae didn’t say this, she agreed with her friends. With the way her sister has been talking today, she might let her friends seduce her. Eunchae did not need to have her friends turning her sister into their fuck buddy.

“Don’t do this, guys. She’s my sister,” Eunchae said desperately.

“We’re not asking you to watch or anything, Eunchae. We’re adults now. Your sister is an adult woman—a woman with desires and the ability to give consent. I’m sorry that you are uncomfortable with the situation, but you don’t have the right to interfere if everyone involved is on board starting a sexual relationship,” Minho explained.

She understood his point, but her point was she didn’t want her sister fucking her friends.

They started crowding Eunchae, trying to get past. The second they do, there would be nothing stopping them from starting a five-way orgy with her sister. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she could say to convince them. Suddenly, a viable idea occurred to her, and she voiced it.

“How about I flash you guys my underwear?” Eunchae blurted out.

All four of them halted their attempt to leave the room, and her cheeks flushed red. She couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth. She nearly spoke up, declaring it to be a joke, but she had managed to stop them.

“Really? Or are you just fooling us?” Doyun asked skeptically.

Eunwoo was also in doubt. “You’ve never been one for showing off. You wear a t-shirt and swim trunks over your one-piece bathing suit when we go to the pool.”

“I’m... not kidding. But only a quick flash! Just so you guys will calm down, and we can play the game,” Eunchae said with a shaky voice.

The four of them backed up and watched Eunchae with interest. They seemed to expect her to flash them right then and there. Eunchae’s mind raced with panicked thoughts. She had never done anything like this, and she worried she was opening a door she could never close. Would these guys expect her to do this again in the future? Would they start to see her as more than a friend? She wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

But in the short term, she needed to do this. Their having sex with her sister would change their relationship far more than briefly seeing her underwear. As she felt her face heat up, Eunchae gripped the bottom of her sweater tightly. Closing her eyes, she quickly lifted her shirt, feeling the cooler air hit her stomach and upper body chest. She then pulled her sweater back down. They saw her bra, even if just for a second. It was done. She opened her eyes to the smiling faces of her friends, still staring at her chest, even though the underwear was now not visible.

“Okay. Let’s get back to the game,” Eunchae said in a quiet voice.

But the guys didn’t follow her back to the table. “You only showed us your bra. You still need to flash us your panties,” Minho said.

“What?” Eunchae said, turning around in shock. “I didn’t say anything about my panties. That’s asking too much, guys!”

They looked disappointed but understanding. “You don’t need to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Eunchae. We’ll come back after we’re done to start the game,” Minho said as, once again, the guys headed towards the door and into the welcoming arms of Eunchae’s sister.

“Okay, look!” Eunchae yelled as she lifted her skirt, showing the four guys her panties. They all spun around and witnessed her underwear for the first time. Only this thin fabric was between them and their female friend’s most intimate area.

Confident they had seen what they requested, she lowered the skirt back down, restoring her back into a decent state. “We need to see the back of your panties as well,” Doyun added.

“What? Why?” Eunchae asked the question even though she could guess why.

Were they really so interested in her body that they needed to see her in her panties from different angles? The guys didn’t answer, so rather than wait for them to start walking towards the door again, Eunchae rolled her eyes and turned around. Lifting her skirt yet again, the four men enjoyed yet another view of her body that no man has yet seen until today.

The flowing air she felt on her cheeks reminded her that this underwear didn’t cover as much of her as she would have liked. She let the skirt fall back into place and felt relieved this was done. She hoped her friends would agree not to speak of this embarrassing day again.

“Wow, that was pretty hot, Eunchae. I didn’t know you had an exhibitionist side to you like that,” Chanwoo replied, still thinking about his friend in this new, sexy light.

“I didn’t do it for any weird reason like that! I just did it to convince you guys not to go try and get with my sister!” Eunchae replied in protest.

“Eunchae... why would giving us a quick flash of your underwear stop us from fucking your sister? She’s going to show us a lot more than just two seconds of her panties,” Doyun pointed out. Eunchae couldn’t believe this. Had she just embarrassed herself for no reason?

“Well then, how about I strip to my underwear and stay that way for the evening,” she offered, her muscles tensing up as she thought how shameful this was going to be for her.

“I’d love that,” Minho said, taking a seat as he looked forward to a much longer view of his longtime female friend in her unmentionables. The others followed suit. Once again, the naive teenager found herself in a situation where her friends anxiously awaited her to expose her body to them.

“You guys don’t really want to see me in my underwear, do you?” she asked them with a nervous laugh. Her friends responded with enthusiastic nods as they eyed her body.

Seeing no other path forward except letting her friends seek out her horny sister, Eunchae’s shaky hands reached for the bottom of her sweater. As she pulled it up and felt her stomach get exposed, she told herself it was nothing they hadn’t already seen, albeit briefly. The sweater rose to her face, and she knew that once again, her bra, holding her ample breasts, was on display for her friends.

“Fantastic,” Eunwoo commented as she placed her top on the ground.

The young lady instinctively wanted to cover her chest, but she knew she needed to finish the job first. She turned to face her friends before starting to push her skirt down, as she didn’t want them to see her rear end. But both Doyun and Chanwoo walked behind her, making that plan null.

The skirt slid down over the cheeks of her butt as she was again reminded that these panties didn’t cover the entirety of her ass. Trying to avoid bending over, Eunchae let the skirt fall to the floor. Her task was completed, but she now faced the humiliation of playing the game all evening in this state. Her friends would be able to view almost all of her exposed body whenever they wanted. She felt like a tramp, but her sister would be free from the eager hands of these four familiar guys.

“I’ll stay like this if you guys promise not to look at me too much. Now getting back to the player boards...,” Eunchae said, desperate to get back to her instructions once again.

But as always, her friends interjected before she could continue. “Eunchae, this is really hot. But your sister is going to show us her whole body, not just tease us in her underwear,” Doyun pointed out.

“God, I can’t wait to see her tits. So big and juicy. Fuck...,” Chanwoo said while mimicking their shape with his hands.

“Stop describing my sister’s tits! Jesus! I stripped to my underwear, and you guys still aren’t satisfied. Throw me a bone here,” the young woman complained.

“I’m looking forward to throwing your sister my bone,” Minho remarked.

“Shut up!” Eunchae had never seen this side of her friends. Were they really this anxious to fuck someone? And why did that person have to be her sister? But she understood their point about seeing her sister naked, as weird as that point was to make, countering it would be insanity. She would have to show them something she hadn’t planned to reveal until she got married in her late thirties: her naked body.

“Maybe I...,” she started to say, but then lost her words. The four guys waited for her to finish her thought, but she continued to stammer.

“Maybe you what?” Chanwoo asked curiously.

“Eunchae, you don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” If she wanted to keep these guys from knowing what her sister’s naked body looked like, she did, Eunchae thought.

“Maybe I am willing to show you guys more,” she said, finally getting her words out.

After a brief pause, the boys sought clarification. “Like your boobs?” Eunwoo asked.

“And maybe your pussy too? Your sister will certainly show us hers.” Doyun pointed out.

“You should get on a table and do a strip tease!” Chanwoo added.

“And then give us lap dances like our own personal stripper!” Minho said excitedly.

When Eunchae said she was willing to show more, she meant maybe a quick flash of her chest while keeping her nipples concealed possible. But before she could say anything, her friends turned this offer into her acting as a full-on stripper who showed every inch of her body and even sat in their laps. Any compromise she offered from here would only create disappointment that would drive them into the arms and other parts of her willing sister.

“Trust me, guys. You don’t want to see me naked. It’s not worth it. I’m not that attractive,” Eunchae said, vocalizing her self-doubts.

“Are you kidding? Seeing you naked has been a dream of mine since we met. But you have never shown any interest in that kind of stuff till now,” Doyun admitted. The other three were in total agreement. Eunchae was taken aback at this admission. Her friends thought about her naked? This was such a foreign concept to Eunchae. The thought of someone seeing her as a sex object was confusing. But she shook off this strange thought. She had a choice to make. Either strip nude for her friends or send them off to fuck her sister. The choice was clear, albeit incredibly embarrassing.

“Where do you want me to do this?” she asked as her four friends’ faces lit up with the realization that this was going to happen. They led her to the game table, where they pushed game pieces aside and helped her onto the table. Standing on the table, she realized how shameful of an angle these guys were going to have on her various... parts. But she was up here now, and backing down would spell an end to her sister’s innocence.

“Do you... guys have a preference on what I... start with,” she asked them as her hands moved back and forth between her bra and panties. She couldn’t bear to decide for herself. Whatever piece she thought about removing first would send an unintended message to her friends about her confidence in that part or would indicate that she wanted them to see this first or last. Let the guys decide.

But this proved to be folly. Half of them yelled for her to show her boobs first, while the other half demanded the sight of her naked pussy. Hearing both sides argue about what part of her body they wanted to see put Eunchae into a state of extreme agitation, and she found herself pulling her panties down without even realizing what she was doing. The arguing stopped instantly as her panties landed on the top of the table, and her bald pussy was put on display for all four men. In that instant, they became the first, second, third, and fourth men ever to see this sight.

“Holy shit Eunchae, you shave?” Eunwoo asked. Eunchae’s eyes looked at her private area with horror as she hadn’t considered this when she stripped.

“Yes... But only because I think it’s more hygienic. It’s not for any weird sexual thing, I promise.” She cried out as she covered her groin with her hands. “Stop looking at it!”

The guys complained that a stripper wouldn’t hide her nudity after stripping. “Stop calling me a stripper! That’s not what’s going on, and you know it!” Eunchae was getting flustered but knew her friends were trying to get a rise out of her.

“Keep going! Let’s see everything!” Chanwoo cheered.

“Do it, do it, do it,” Eunwoo started chanting as the others joined him. Half an hour ago, Eunchae was explaining to these guys how to place cards in the board game. Now, they were uniformly calling for her to remove the last piece of clothing she had on.

As she stood there with her hands at her crotch, the boys started to move to the other side of the table to get a view of her ass.

“Where are you going. Stop!” Eunchae cried. But soon, they were on all sides of her, and she was unable to prevent them from enjoying yet another aspect of her body.

After a few minutes of posing like she needed to pee, the teenager realized she couldn’t delay things any further.

“Fine! Just... I don’t know. Just don’t be weird,” she said, standing upright and removing her hands, exposing herself once more. All four men quickly rushed to view her womanhood again. She closed her eyes, and her hands went to her back. Despite having done this tens of thousands of times, her unsteady hands struggled to unhook her bra.

“Do you need help, Eunchae?” Chanwoo asked.

“No!” She cried. Getting stripped by her friends seemed even more shameful than stripping herself for them.

Finally, to her relief, she got it unhooked. But that relief was replaced with the horror that this meant her friends would now see her ample breasts as soon as she released her grip on the garment. She peeked out of one eye and saw all four long-time friends practically drooling over her chest in anticipation. As she debated her options, her shaky hands lost their grip, and before she knew it, her bra fell off. The weight of her boobs weighed on her chest, and at that moment, her friends came to know every intimate detail about her naked body.

After the accidental strip, Eunchae was frozen in place. The four guys were equally in shock as they studied the newly revealed source of their apparent long-time lust. The silence made Eunchae ask herself increasingly worried questions. Were they so quiet because her body is weird? Did they not like what they saw? Why did she now care if her friends liked her body or not? But the following sudden response of the men threw these negative thoughts out of her head.

“Holy shit, your tits are incredible!”

“Yeah, but how about that pussy? Damn!”

“I’ve got to see that ass again.”

“So... fucking... hot.”

All four of them simultaneously voiced their admiration for her body.

Eunchae became conflicted. Showing herself off like this was embarrassing, and she wished to get dressed again. But these compliments gave her feelings of warmth and pride—something she hadn’t felt before.

“I call first lap dance!” Chanwoo called out, breaking up the moment of self-discovery Eunchae was having.

“What? Lap dance? I’m not...,” she said, turning rapidly towards him. With her tits now free of the confines of clothing, they jiggled considerably. A fact that the guys noticed.

“You said you were going to be our stripper. Strippers give lap dances...” Chanwoo said as if the lap dance had already been agreed upon previously.

“I have been adamant that I am not your stripper. And it was your idea that I give lap dances. I never said I would!” Eunchae cried out. Her friends kept pushing the boundaries of this friendship at a quickening pace.

“That’s okay then. Thanks for letting us see your naked body, though. I can’t believe we are going to see you and your sister both naked on the same night,” Doyun said as he followed the others toward the door.

Eunchae was astounded at this. She had stripped fully naked for these guys, something she had never done before. And even with all that, they still wanted to seek out the sexual attention of her sister.

“Wait! I didn’t say I wasn’t willing to give lap dances,” she said, stopping her friends once again.

“Each of us can get one from you?” Eunwoo asked, seeking clarity.

The idea of rubbing her body against one of them was odd enough, but all four?

“Yeah...,” she said meekly.

Chanwoo moved a chair into the middle of the room, and one of the guys started playing music that was appropriate for a lap dance. Eunchae stood several feet away from her friend, still fully naked. A fact that she still couldn’t believe was true. She had never done anything like this, so she thought back to the various movies she had seen where the actresses gave someone a lap dance. Slowly, she started swaying her hips back and forth, which prompted loud cheers from the guys. Chanwoo’s eyes were locked on her tits which jiggled considerably even with Eunchae’s small movements.

“Come closer, Eunchae. Stand over my lap while you do that,” he said, waving her over. She tip-toed over slowly, hoping to keep as much distance as possible from her horny friend while she was in this nude state. Still, he beckoned her to continue until her tits were mere inches away from his face.

“Isn’t this a bit too close?” Eunchae asked.

“It’s a lap dance. You’re supposed to be as close as possible. Your sister would understand that,” Chanwoo said. Why would her sister know that, Eunchae wondered as her hip movements started up again. Her male friend was now close enough to see every detail of her tits. Weirder still was that he needed to lean his face in only a few inches to make contact with her chest. That thought got the inexperienced girl’s heart thumping.

Feeling emboldened by the erotic sight, Chanwoo reached out and put his hands on Eunchae’s bare hips.

“Chanwoo... what are you doing...,” Eunchae nervously asked him.

“It’s just your hips,” he replied.

The young man’s eyes diverted from her ample chest to her womanhood. In this embarrassing position, her pussy was situated just above his crotch. True, his parts were contained within his pants, but it was still in proximity to her very exposed parts. Her eyes were also drawn to an area in his pants that bulged out. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that was. The sight of her nude body had given her friend, likely all of her friends, an erection. A response before today, she wasn’t sure anyone had ever prompted her body. As she stared, she became curious to see more, but shook that thought out of her head. All this time, Chanwoo continued to watch Eunchae’s pussy.

“Turn around. Let’s see that naked ass shake,” he said. Eunchae did as he asked, but she took note of the change in dynamic. Her friends weren’t asking her. They were now telling her what to do. She truly was their own personal stripper now. But again, she remembered why she was doing this. If not, her sister would be in this exact position now. Her nude body being drooled over by her friends, or worse.

After watching her cheeks shake back and forth for a few minutes, her friend had another command. “Bend over. All the way.”

Eunchae looked back at him with a scared look. “Bend over? But you’ll see... Do you really need to see me in such a state?” She asked. Chanwoo shrugged, but if she protested, he would probably bring up her sister again and her willingness to do almost anything. A fact she wasn’t sure was true, but rather not tested. Eunchae bent over, holding onto her friend’s knees for support. The flow of cold air on the newly exposed area told her what this position was doing. Chanwoo was getting a close-up view of her pussy from behind. Rustling sounds behind her also told her that the other three friends had joined him in enjoying this view. Every second in this state was humiliating, and it would take another four minutes before she was told she could stand up.

“My turn,” Minho announced, taking the seat that Chanwoo had just been in. Eunchae was being passed around from friend to friend like they all wanted a turn lusting over her. It made her feel used but wanted. Her mind was a storm of conflicting feelings. For now, she obeyed the lusty commands of her friends. All the while telling herself every sexual gaze or embarrassing pose, she did was one less than her sister would do later.

Minho had her sit on his lap, her back resting against his front.

“Don’t just sit there, move that butt into me. It’s a lap dance, after all,” he explained.

As her bare ass slid back and forth on his crotch, the feeling of his erect dick became unquestionably noticeable. While she had seen Chanwoo’s contained in his pants, with Minho, she was feeling with him. With her own ass, no less. Why was it that he felt no shame in getting felt up like this while she felt like she was being used? Where did this power dynamic arise from? But she did admit feeling his dick rest between her butt checks was an erotic and naughty sensation. But feelings that were overwhelmed by the shame she felt for acting in such a way.

“Turn around and face me. I want to see your tits as I feel you grind into my crotch,” he said with confidence. She turned around and sat on him while facing him.

“Would it kill you to say please? I’m still your friend, guys,” Eunchae complained as she started up lap grinding on him again.

“Please shake your tits in my face while your ass rubs against my dick,” Minho said.

Eunchae gave him an angry look, and he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! That was a joke. You’re right. I’m getting carried away. We’re just having fun.” Despite the apology, though, he didn’t pull back on his expectation that she continues to stimulate him with her nude ass.

As Minho sat there with her tits swaying close to his face, he placed his hands on her lower back. Slowly, they moved south until they rested just above the start of her cheeks. “Where are your hands going there, Minho?” the naked teenager asked her aroused friend.

“I was thinking about getting some hand full of your ass. Or should I hold off and wait until I get my hands on your sister’s?” He asked.

Eunchae was well aware that they were using her over-protective attitude toward her sister to get her to agree to more sexual things. But they seemed genuine in their desire to get with her sister, so she had to play along. Even if it meant her ass would now be open to the groping of a guy she had trusted for so long. “If you have to...,” she muttered.

Within the instant she said that his hands went straight to her ass and squeezed, prompting her to yelp out of surprise. He felt them in every way possible and manipulated them in all directions. Her other three friends sat behind her and witnessed this occur. The weirdest was when he would push her cheeks apart.

“Stop doing that, Minho!” Eunchae complained, feeling him push them apart yet again.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because you’re showing...,” she started to say while trying to motion back subtly to her friends.

“If you’re worried his massaging of your ass is revealing your asshole to us, then so that you know, it is. We’ve seen it extensively now,” Eunwoo commented from behind her. Fantastic, Eunchae thought to herself. God forbid that her friends don’t see every square inch of her body.

Five minutes later and Minho had memorized how every nook and cranny of Eunchae’s ass felt. He then relented to give Eunwoo a turn at pushing Eunchae’s sexual boundaries. Eunwoo had her take the same position on him and wasted no time getting his own hands on her ample ass. Eunchae was now assuming all four of them were going to end up groping her naked ass. In fact, the whole rest of the night might consist of her cheeks getting felt up while stimulating her friends with a lap dance consisting mainly of crotch grinding. But this would be fine. She could handle this and waste away the night with this activity. Her sister would fall asleep in a few hours, free from the hands of her eager friends. What this meant for the future of Eunchae’s relationship with them was worrying. She doubted they would call this a one-time thing. More worrying was that Eunchae didn’t hate that idea.

While Eunwoo was enjoying the feeling of his friend’s behind, his eyes grew hungry for another part of her. “Lean in, Eunchae. I need to get my mouth all over those tits,” he said as his tongue dropped out of his mouth in anticipation.

“My... chest?” Eunchae said as she watched his tongue position itself inches from her nipples. Wasn’t seeing them enough? Wasn’t feeling her butt enough? Was anything enough for these guys? Why were her friends so horny for her and her sister?

“If you think you really need to in order to keep satisfied... okay,” the lap-dancing teen said while looking away.

The feeling of a warm, moist tongue rubbing all over her sensitive nipples made the young woman moan out involuntarily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her other friends grow excited by her moan. Eunchae herself was surprised by this. Even more surprising was how continued stimulation of her breasts by his tongue garnered a continuous reaction from her.

Small jolts of pleasure shot out of her chest with each manipulation of her nipples with his mouth. When he took the entirety of one of them in his mouth, she again loudly moaned, and this confirmed to her male friend that she was enjoying the experience, much to her shame. His mouth was relentless, and she found herself grinding into his crotch just a bit harder and faster. Her tits grew warm while the tenderness in them reached levels that were causing the inexperienced teen to writhe on top of her friend.

Eunwoo continued to be bold and brought his hands to grope her chest next. Eunchae voiced no opposition to this and welcomed it. The feeling of his fingers pinching her nipples acted to relieve the building pleasure in her chest that was driving her crazy. The manipulation of her tits by his hands spread this pleasure throughout her body. She was grinding hard into his lap and breathing heavily as her mouth stayed agape. The view of the shy, embarrassed girl was replaced with one experiencing pleasure and actively leaning into those feelings.

It was only when Eunwoo commented, “Damn, you’re horny,” that Eunchae was knocked back to her usual self. She became very aware of her moans and how welcoming she had been of her friend’s touch on her naked body. She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes.

Not knowing what else to do, she suggested, “Maybe we give Doyun a turn.”

Eunchae stood up off Eunwoo, her whole body shivering a bit from the impact of having her breasts sexually stimulated. The last of her friends not to get their lap dance yet was Doyun, who sat on the chair with a smile indicating he had a plan in store for the now-flustered teen. “Sit on my lap, facing away from me. If you enjoyed what Eunwoo did to you, you’re going to love what I have in store.”

Eunchae didn’t know how to react to this. Why did Doyun need to do anything to her? Wasn’t this about their pleasure? But she was enamoured with curiosity and wondered if he could give her the same rush of joy that Eunwoo had. She took a seat on him just as he had asked.

Just like with her previous two friends, the erection contained in his pants was readily apparent as she felt it on her ass. She suspected that Chanwoo, the final friend, would soon give her the opportunity to feel his penis as well. “Just relax and lean back against me,” Doyun said in a calming voice.

His hands started at her sides. While far from an intimate location, Eunchae was so unused to male contact that even having his hands on the bare skin of her side felt intense. As she leaned back, he nestled his face on her neck and started lightly kissing it as his hands moved up and down her sides from her hips to the sides of her bosoms. Her legs squirmed as the feeling of his lips on her neck was divine. It also made her appreciate that men had seen her naked and felt so many areas of her body, but she had still never kissed a man. That realization made her feel whorish, but as Doyun’s hands migrated to become the second man in the last half hour to grope her naked tits, she didn’t care anymore.

“Aahhhh,” Eunchae moaned out as her tits, neck, and most intimate areas tingled with pleasure she never knew her body could feel. Her reasons for doing this were long forgotten. All she knew was she didn’t want this to stop. And Doyun didn’t stop as the next minutes consisted of nothing but her tits getting worked over by the strong hands of her friend while she squired on the shaft of his cock. A cock that consumed her thoughts. It was ever so tempting to suggest possible next steps, not caring that she had an audience. But only Doyun knew where things were going to end up between them.

As Eunchae’s mind was adrift in lust, she failed to notice the downward movement of her close friend’s hands. Soon, his fingers made contact with the area that even her own hands rarely touched. The nude girl shot up as she felt two fingers run along the length of her labia. “Oh fuck!” She yelled out. Coming back to reality fast, she looked down to confirm where her friend’s hands had shifted. She grabbed them and held them in place to prevent further stimulation of that area.

“Whoa there. I think that’s taking things too far. I’m letting you grope my chest extensively. Why do you need to touch me there?”

“You have a beautiful body, Eunchae. Your face, chest, butt, and your pussy as well. Why wouldn’t we want to touch you there, too?” He asked.

“Thanks... but touching me there provokes... feelings. I’m not ready for intensity like that,” the still-panting woman admitted.

“Are you sure you aren’t ready? You were plenty wet from what I could feel.”

“No! I... it was... no!” Eunchae said, not liking that this detail was spoken out loud. “I’m not ready!”

Doyun moved his hands away from the groin of his friend. “I understand. That was asking too much of you. You should probably get off me then,” he said.

Eunchae was cautious of this. “Why? I didn’t say you had to stop feeling my other areas.”

“And those areas are fun. But I’m ready for more, and if you don’t want to progress, then we are going to...,” but Eunchae finished his thought.

“My sister. I got it... Actually, I am ready for you to touch my... private area,” Eunchae said.

“Are you sure?” Doyun questioned. Eunchae didn’t answer with words but grabbed his hands and brought them back to her pussy, all while opening up her legs.

Doyun resumed rubbing two fingers along her labia, but just ever so lightly. Still, Eunchae let out a moan that she worried would echo all the way to her sister’s room. Her friend repeated this motion again, then again, and settled into a steady pace of finger stimulation. As Doyun pointed out, Eunchae provided a lot of lubrication. Ever since she started getting touched by Chanwoo, this had been occurring, much to her embarrassment. But there was no hiding that from Doyun.

The build-up of pleasure that had been driving the teenager mad from just the chest groping. But with her stimulation now vaginal in nature, this build-up felt more intense. Something was happening in her, and with what her friend’s fingers were doing, it was happening fast. During a downward motion along her vaginal lips, one of Doyun’s fingers did a sudden turn and penetrated her slightly. This sent a rush through her legs that caused them to spasm. He repeated this maneuver and got the same reaction from the young woman. His finger went deeper and longer each time and was joined by a neighboring finger. Eunchae’s reaction only grew, and soon her muscles all over her body tensed up from this new feeling of having someone inside her pussy.

Eunchae’s hands had a death grip on the chair that supported them. She continued to writhe on her friend, grinding her ass uncontrollably into his dick still contained in his pants. The relentless finger assault on her pussy sent pulse after pulse of pleasure through her body. These pulses grew more intense with less time between them. Soon, the pleasure was constant, and she lost awareness of the world around her. The ecstasy grew to new levels, and Eunchae wondered if relief would ever be found. Her mind was filled with perverse thoughts, and she thought about all of the unspeakable things she could do with the cock that she felt between her ass cheeks.

Finally, the dam burst open, and her body, from her spine to her toes, convulsed in pleasure. Her concern about her sister possibly hearing her was long forgotten, and she wailed out in beautiful agony. As the orgasm relented its hold on her, she collapsed onto her friend, who grabbed her to prevent her body from sliding off. Eunchae had experienced something she didn’t know was possible.

She also didn’t know how long she had been on top of him as her friends watched her bare chest heave up and down. As her breath got under control, she turned her head and was face to face with the guy who had given her this sexual glee. She put her lips together and contacted his, an event that proved to be her first kiss. She reflected on how embarrassing this was later, having been given an orgasm by a guy before kissing them. A situation that would soon be repeated.

After sharing a few more kisses, they looked into each other’s eyes with bliss until Doyun asked, “Blowjob?”

Hearing such a brazen request caused Eunchae to shoot to her feet and off the lap of her friend. However, her legs were in no state to hold her weight, and she fell on her ass, putting her in a spread-legged pose that her friends enjoyed seeing. The nude girl wasn’t concerned with her body being exposed at the moment, though.

“A blowjob? What? From me?” She asked in her post-orgasm-confused state. She worried that while getting fingered earlier, when she imagined herself doing just such an act, she may have unknowingly vocalized a desire to take on such a task. But that wasn’t the case. This was simply a guy wanting to experience a blowjob from his increasingly sexually active female friend.

“Or your sister. Man, can you guys imagine her luscious lips wrapped around your...”

“Stop. Stop. You guys are trying to convince me to blow you by saying you’re going to seek oral from my sister otherwise. Seriously. Can you just agree not to seek out sexual acts from my sister? Is that too big of an ask,” Eunchae pleaded while on the floor with an exposed, shimmering pussy.

The four guys looked at each other. “Eunchae, we understand that you aren’t that interested in sex, events that occurred just five minutes ago notwithstanding. But we are. If your sister is willing to engage in blowjobs with all four of us. That’s her business. I’m sorry you feel that we are trying to manipulate you into doing anything. We aren’t. But we also aren’t going to turn down anything you are offering,” Minho said in a well-meaning tone.

As Eunchae thought about what her friend had just said, she began to accept the reality. She had done some embarrassing things, but there was no need to go further. Her sister was a woman, and these guys were men. Everyone was of legal age, and no cheating would occur. She wouldn’t get in the way of whatever it was they wanted to do with each other.

But then her mind visualized her sister being surrounded by the four cocks of her friends as she went back and forth sucking on them all. Her friends groped her naked body just as they had Eunchae’s, giving her sister the same feelings of uncontrollable lust. Eventually, they unload the contents of their cocks in her mouth and on her. From there, they progress to even more sensual activities. No! Eunchae couldn’t accept such an event occurring. And it was in her power to stop it.

“Get your dick out. I’ll suck it,” she said with her voice cracking. Doyun stood up, looking like he, well, looking like he just had his long-term female friend, whom he had long been attracted to, offer to blow him. Eunchae, meanwhile, was coming to terms with the many new sensations she was about to experience, all centered around the penis of her trusted friend.

With Eunchae on the floor, Doyun stood on the ground next to her. “How about you get my dick out. That will be fun,” he suggested. Not knowing how to argue otherwise, the nude teenage girl brought her shaky hands to the belt of Doyun. She fumbled with it for a while but got it loose, bringing her ever closer to the object of her soon-to-be oral fixation.

As she reached for the zipper of his pants, her hand slid by the bulge in his pants where his cock lay, sending a shiver up her arm. But she knew that in no time, she would be doing more than just glancing at his shaft. The zipper came down, and she unbuttoned his jeans, leaving a thin layer of cloth between her and his manhood. She could have easily pulled down his boxers, but took the opportunity to delay the appearance of his manly feature a few more seconds.

Released from the confines of his pants, his erection became much more noticeable, giving Eunchae a clearer idea of its size and shape. Seeing her pause and stare, Doyun checked in with her soon-to-be friend/lover. “Everything okay, Eunchae?”

His words almost startled the young woman, and she stammered in response. “What? Oh yeah. Everything is good. Just looking at... I mean, not looking at. But your penis is. Your dick looks good. I mean, no. No, not no... I’m going to shut up and take off your boxers.”

As she dwelled on the embarrassing word salad she just said in reference to her friend’s cock, she pulled down the boxers and, looking up, was taken aback at the sight of her first in-person penis. A very erect one at that, thanks to her efforts earlier. “Fuck...,” she said as her mouth when agape at its sight. It was huge, or at least she thought it was. The idea of fitting into... certain orifices of hers was intimidating, and she was thankful that wasn’t what she was preparing for.

But what she was committed to required her to do more than gawk at it, although she was enjoying her viewing of it. This raised questions, though, that Eunchae realized she needed to answer. How the fuck do you give a blowjob. She knew the obvious parts. You put the penis in your mouth. But was that all there was to it? Was she about to embarrass herself by giving the world’s worst blowjob, all while her friends watched? While giving it to a friend...

She reached up and gently took hold of the base of the shaft with her hand. She was doing it. She was actually holding a real dick in her hand. It was... fleshy. An obvious observation, but it was the best way she felt to describe it. It was firm but pleasantly smooth. She ran her hand up and down it a bit just to get a feel for it, and Doyun reacted positively to this. “God, that feels good. Your hands are so soft on my dick Eunchae,” he said, smiling. The naive girl was surprised at this. Was she actually giving her friend some sexual pleasure? Even with that small amount of effort?

This emboldened the nude teenager currently on her knees. Doyun didn’t ask for a handjob. He asked for a blowjob. So, there was no point in delaying things. Eunchae was going to take a dick into her mouth. She metaphorically dove in and took as much of his length into her as she could without risking ganging. Her lips then wrapped around his shaft, and she slowly pulled away from him, feeling his smooth skin glide along her.

“Fuck...,” Doyun groaned, voicing his approval of her first foray into getting face fucked. Eunchae considered it official that she had now lost her mouth virginity, if that could be considered a thing.

She started repeating this movement, driving the portion of his dick that fit in and out of her mouth, all while using her lips to massage all sides of the cock. After getting used to this, she decided to introduce her tongue to her friend’s dick. As she thrusted his dick once again into her mouth, her tongue swiped a quick lick in. Her taste buds were soon flooded with the taste of the pre-cum leaking out of him. It was an enjoyable salty sensation. But tasting this fluid reminded her of another component, which was Doyun’s sperm. While it was a small amount, for now, the idea of having her close friend’s sperm inside her was intimidating. In the right place, those little swimmers could cause her a lot of trouble. But her mouth was safe, and all the sperm Doyun could supply in this orifice wouldn’t get her pregnant. Despite her extreme nervousness in engaging in such an act, Eunchae admitted to herself that she was enjoying the experience, which was good as she had three friends likely eager for their turns.

As she got more creative with her tongue’s role in the blowjob, Doyun took hold of her head with his hands and started directing her to move faster and deeper. Soon her lips were running rapidly over the cock, and Doyun was breathing hard. Just as the young Eunchae wondered how much longer this might go on, her mouth became flooded with a warm liquid that overwhelmed her taste buds with the previous subtle flavor of his pre-cum. Eunchae had successfully made her friend orgasm, with her mouth no less. Thus returning the orgasm he had given her just earlier.

She pulled away from him, releasing his dick from her mouth. She briefly looked around as her mouth contained billions of his sperm until she finally swallowed, not knowing what else she could do. “Fan-fucking-tastic Eunchae,” Doyun said, needing to take a seat in the chair previously used for lap dances.

“Thanks. I guess,” the teenager said after having her blowjob skills complimented. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be good at this or not, but for now, she was glad the job was done. For one of these guys, at least.

She looked over at her other three friends in a different light than she had in the past. At this moment, they represented dicks that she needed to make cum.

“So... am I blowing one of you guys next?” Eunchae asked in maybe the most embarrassing question of her life.

“I’ll take a boobjob,” Eunwoo announced, standing up. A boobjob? Was there a menu of options that Eunchae was offering that she wasn’t aware of? Was her job tonight to fulfill all of their sexual requests? Still, considering she just took a dick in the mouth, it seemed to her that pleasuring one with your chest was a lesser ask.

“How do we do this?” she asked. Eunwoo was already pulling down his boxers when she asked, revealing the second cock of the day for the inexperienced 18-year-old girl with a stomach full of her friend’s cum. He laid on the floor as his cock awaited two large tits to surround it. This second dick looked no less large than the last one. And no less alluring either, Eunchae thought in the back of her mind. She was a bit excited to feel it.

She got on her knees and leaned over the fleshy staff. “Do I just rub my chest over it like this?” She asked as she positioned the dick between her ample tits. The idea that her body was ideal for such an activity was too much for her to accept.

Eunchae pushed her boobs inward together, compressing them around the dick, and started moving herself up and down the shaft of her friend. This was another first she had given up tonight, although she was certain ‘boob virginity’ was not a thing. She was almost able to surround the perimeter of his manhood completely. The feeling of having this male feature between her chest was odd—a combination of naughty and shameful. Two hours ago, if her friends had asked her to wear something that showed a bit of cleavage, she would have denied them and run off in total embarrassment at even being asked such a thing. Now she was fully naked and currently trying to induce her friend to cum by stimulating him with her tits. Eunchae was worried about what might happen in the next two hours.

Pre-cum from Eunwoo soon coated her bosom. Again, she thought about her friend’s sperm and how another part of her body was being introduced to it. Another safe area, but not headed in the direction she liked.

“Lie on your back,” he said as Eunwoo was looking to switch things around. Being requested to lie on your back fully naked by your friend, currently sporting an exposed erection, worried Eunchae, but she complied. Surely, he wasn’t taking things to that level. Once she was horizontal on her back, the eager male straddled her over her stomach and plopped down his cock between her chest. He then used his own hands to squeeze her tits together and resume the tit job. In control now, Eunwoo was much more vigorous with pumping his cock between her tits. In addition, having both his hands squeezing her tits while a dick used them for pleasure was having an erotic impact on the young lady.

Just as Doyun and Eunwoo gave her tit-stimulated pleasure during the lap dance, this boob job was proving no different. As she saw a dick thrust towards her face repeatedly, Eunchae began to squirm from the barrage of pleasure her chest was feeling. One orgasm was shameful enough to have in front of her friends, but a second one? Especially one derived from such an act would be too much to bear. But the possibility of such a thing happening disappeared as Eunwoo pulled himself out from between her tits. But she then appreciated that he hadn’t finished and wondered if maybe he didn’t plan to. But then the feeling of warm liquid spraying onto her chest brought her up to date with her friend’s plan. He was cumming directly onto his chest. The sight of a dick cumming was breath-taking to the inexperienced teenager. It shot out with force in multiple bursts. Each pump that hit her made her gasp as she appreciated what this liquid was and how erotic this act was. The smell of the cum hit her, and she found it invigorating and wanting more of it. If not on her chest, then other areas...

The last of his seed dripped out onto her, and Eunchae knew she had finished pleasing yet another friend. But two more remained. “I should go clean up,” she said, sitting up.

“No! Keep it on your chest,” Chanwoo said, with Minho nearby, shaking his head in agreement.

“What? But...,” Eunchae started to argue but quickly relented. If this is what they wanted, fine. She didn’t need to hear about how her sister would happily wear their cum with pride.

Having regained her strength from her orgasm earlier, Eunchae stood up. While wearing the cum of Eunwoo on her tits, she asked Chanwoo and Minho, “So what do you guys want to do?” Eunchae regretted her language as she was starting to sound like she was making herself free to be used for their sexual pleasure. Although, isn’t that what she was doing?

“Get on your knees,” Minho said. Figuring that meant he was volunteering to be next and wanted to feel her lips on his cock, she complied.

However, both men approached her while starting to unzip their pants. “Wait. Who am I blowing?” Eunchae asked as she watched both guys’ pants fall to the floor.

“Both,” Chanwoo said as he pulled his cock out, followed by Minho revealing his.

Eunchae understood. Earlier, she had visualized almost this exact scenario, albeit with her sister doing this instead of her. With the amount of cocks she had handled doubling, the nude teenager took hold of each shaft in either hand and started stroking them. They felt remarkably similar to Doyun’s. From here on, anytime she hung out with her friends, she would know the size, texture, and in most cases, taste of their cocks. Even in the most innocent of interactions, that knowledge would pop into her head in addition to images of the many acts she was partaking in tonight with them.

While she had two hands that were up to the task of jacking off her friends, she had but a single mouth. Eunchae elected to have Chanwoo become the second dick to penetrate her mouth. As her lips rolled over the bare skin of his manhood and her tongue teased his tip, she came to appreciate his cock had a different taste than her previous oral partner. His, likely from the healthy amount of pre-cum, had a bit more of a metallic taste. That made her curious about what Minho tasted like, and she switched her mouth over to his and found it to have more of the salty taste that Doyun shared. She wondered then about the only cock in the room she hadn’t sucked on, Eunwoo’s. But she realized this was embarrassing to consider. She would not ask to give her friend a blowjob just to compare his taste to the others.

Over the next five minutes, Eunchae worked the two cocks with her hand while giving them oral pleasure as equally as she could. “God, I’m getting close,” Chanwoo moaned.

“Me too. Your mouth is heaven, Eunchae,” Minho said.

“Okay, so where do you want to...,” the teen asked before her question was thoroughly answered. Cum out of both dicks sprayed onto her face.

“Don’t stop your hands,” Minho commanded as cum continued to splatter over the surprised face of Eunchae. As the last of it hit her, the boys again complimented her ability to get them to cum, saying she had a talent. A talent that the cum covered friend wasn’t sure she welcomed.

But Eunchae breathed easily, knowing that her friends were sexually satisfied and her sister was free of the horny hands and cum of her friends. “Now that everyone has been... serviced? Can we get back to the game now?” She asked as she looked towards the table. She expected they would want her to play naked and keep her cum coating on. That was fine, and the smell of cum continued to intoxicate her. But the guys didn’t give her the immediate confirmation of that plan.

“Eunchae. I think you’re underestimating the sexual appetite of men,” Doyun said. She turned to face him and was met with her still-naked friend, sporting another erection.

“You’re kidding me...,” she said as she remembered taking his cum into her mouth just half an hour ago.

“What can I say. I’m enjoying the view,” Doyun said, looking over his friend’s seeded body.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’m blowing you guys more,” Eunchae said as she took one last longing look at her board game that remained unplayed. Although she didn’t resent the idea of four men focusing their sexual lust on her again.

“Your blowjob was, well, orgasmic, Eunchae. But we’re looking for the real deal now. Something I don’t think you are willing to do. So you sit tight here, and we’re going to go hang out with your sister for a bit,” Minho said.

“You mean you’re going to go fuck her,” Eunchae said, thinking that now that she was covered in cum, the time to stop glossing over what people really meant has passed.

“Yes, we want to have sex with your sister.”

The four men got up, not bothering to put their clothes on. Eunchae wondered if they were really going to solicit sex from her sister while naked like this? But as she thought about it, the sight of four naked and erect boys outside of her bedroom might make her sister all the easier to convince her sister to engage in sex. Eunchae had an obvious path to avoid this. Offer her own body in place of her sister’s. But that would mean giving up her big V-card. Her real virginity. She couldn’t get that back. But did she really care about holding on to it? She had just engaged in a five-way blowjob orgy. Was claiming technical innocence worth knowing her friends would soon fill her sister’s willing womb with their cum?

Once again, she stopped them right as they started leaving the room.

“Wait...,” the nervous virgin said.

Her four naked guy friends turned around. “Yes?” Chanwoo asked.

Eunchae paused and couldn’t get the words out. “You know what I’m going to say. Don’t make me actually say it,” she said in a shaky voice.

“I need to hear you say it,” Chanwoo said to the nods of the others.

“Y—you... you can fuck me,” she muttered.

“Aren’t you a virgin?” Eunwoo asked, speculating on the sexual experience of his friend.

“Yeah... but we got to start sometime, right?” The four nudes looked at each other.

“I don’t know if you really want to do this, Eunchae. Maybe you should just let us get with your sister and save yourself for a future boyfriend,” Doyun mentioned.

“I know we’ve done a lot of stuff tonight, but I agree. I don’t think this is something you really want,” Chanwoo added. Eunchae was getting frustrated hearing this. She wasn’t drunk, being blackmailed, or anything else. She is giving her consent, and these big dick jerks are still doubting her intentions. She needed to be extra clear.

“I’m telling you that I want to feel your cock inside my pussy! Fuck me now and fuck me hard, you jerk!” She yelled out.

Eunchae felt her pride sink to a new low, but it had the intended effect. “Okay, Eunchae, chill. We will have sex with you. But which of us do you want to have sex with first?” Eunwoo asked, holding his hands up to calm down the eager teenage girl.

“Why do I have to choose?” Eunchae protested.

“Because usually girls choose who they lose their virginity to,” Chanwoo said. The nude girl couldn’t argue with that, but by what logic could she even pick? Whoever she chooses would probably send an unintended message that she felt that one was more attractive or appealing to her. Up until an hour ago, when she started feeling their dicks, Eunchae never saw these guys in that light.

Her eyes were drawn to their dicks which were all now erect. She swore they looked even bigger and had trouble believing they would fit inside her. Not that she had ever explored fitting things in that part of her. But she realized she had been checking out their cock for a while and turned around in embarrassment.

Picking them based on their size would be the last thing she would want to do. It’s not like they all wouldn’t end up fucking her anyway. Oh god, all four of her friends are going to fuck her tonight, Eunchae realized. Why wouldn’t they? They had all wanted a lap dance from her and afterward wanted her to make them cum. She had agreed to a full-on orgy with her best friends. So many words popped into her head that she would use to describe women who partake in such activities. Descriptors that she would soon apply to herself.

“I’ll just pick random. We have dice, after all,” she said, walking to the table. At least a small part of the game would be used, she thought. It would be weird as from here on, every time she rolled the dice playing, she would remember how she used it to decide who broke her hymen and made her a ‘real woman.’ But as she grabbed the dice, she saw the bag of bird eggs, which served as an important reminder to her.

“You guys have condoms?”

All four shook their heads.

“Well, we can’t have sex without condoms, so I guess it’s not happening,” Eunchae said. That would give her a short reprieve from giving up the goods to these guys, but she knew next time they would come over, they would probably bring a pack or something obscene.

“Your sister would probably let us fuck her without condoms,” Chanwoo remarked.

Why were these guys making so many assumptions about the sexual nature of her sister? Eunchae fretted. But would her sister go so far as to forgo protection to get with guys younger than her? What worried her most was that she knew for a fact that, like her, her sister wasn’t on protection. A year ago, Eunchae’s sister came to her asking if she would like to start birth control. Eunchae declined, saying she wasn’t planning on being sexually active. Her sister remarked she wasn’t on birth control for the same reason.

“Then promise you’ll pull out and cum on my chest. You guys seemed to enjoy doing that,” Eunchae offered as a compromise. This made her unbelievably nervous as she knew pre-cum contained sperm. In addition, this would require a lot of trust in some guys proving to be extraordinarily horny.

“Eunchae, your sister will probably let us…” Chanwoo started to say before the virgin girl objected.

“If you’re suggesting my sister will let a group of teenage boys cum inside her and risk a pregnancy just for sexual satisfaction, you’re wrong!”

But Eunchae wasn’t sure about this. It’s not like she has discussed anything like this with her sister. Given that she existed at all, though, proved that her sister was capable of agreeing to unprotected sex with men she wasn’t married to. Given her built-up lust, would she repeat this mistake? With her sister’s teenage friends, even?

“So you’re saying the only way you guys won’t cum inside my sister is if I let you guys cum inside me,” Eunchae asked.

“That’s not fair! You make it sound like we are making you do this. Eunchae, if you don’t want to fuck us, then don’t!” Doyun complained.

“Then don’t have unprotected sex with my sister!”

“Be reasonable. We’re guys. All we think about is sex. If a hot woman is willing to let us have sex with her, protection or no, we’re going to take her up on it. I’m sorry that it happens to be your sister,” Eunwoo said, laying out their position.

“But I’m not on birth control. Do you guys really want to risk getting me pregnant?” Eunchae asked as her mind started to panic that she was even considering this.

“It’s not that I want to impregnate you. I want to cum inside a beautiful woman tonight. It seems we have two candidates,” Eunwoo said.

What the hell was happening, thought Eunchae. How did tonight go from a board game about birds to her friends willing to impregnate her or her sister? And what had happened to her in these few hours that she was taking this willingness as a compliment and becoming very tempted by it.

A child would change almost everything Eunchae had planned in her life. College, a husband, and even where she would live would all be drastically changed by getting pregnant at age 18. But the alternative was her sister getting pregnant. By the seed of her friends. God, would one of these guys become her brother-in-law? Oh god, would she have ended up blowing her brother-in-law?

“I’m not saying I want to... yet. But if we did this... and something were to... take hold inside me. Would you guys take responsibility?”

All four of them voiced enthusiastic agreement with that.

“Are you kidding? I’d happily!” Minho said. Eunchae wondered just what that meant to her friends. Were they indicating they would marry her? Or just raise their child? Were they saying that to get in her pants? Even though she wasn’t wearing any right now? Today was proving mind-bogglingly life-changing to the sexually inexperienced teen girl.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for a baby, but I think I’m ready to go all the way with you guys,” Eunchae finally admitted.

This was crazy. She was basically asking these guys to impregnate her to prevent herself from getting a brother-in-law. As per her plan, she headed to the game table and rolled the dice. The four guys continued to look shocked that their friend, who had shown no interest in any sexual before, was now using a board game piece to pick which of them would get the first shot at impregnating her. Assigning each guy to a bird food picture on the die, the luck of the roll favored Eunwoo. He would be the first to partake in the most intimate of actions with his friend.

A wide-eyed Eunchae went and lay on the floor, deciding this was where it would happen. Eunwoo inched closer to her, but still questioned things. “I only want to do this with you, Eunchae, if you really do,” he asked as his erection showed his body as fully onboard.

Eunchae didn’t want to go through this whole exercise with her friend doubting her resolve, so she made things clear.

“Take that cock of yours and fuck my pussy with it until I squeal from cumming. Then fill my womb with so much cum there will be no doubt that I’m pregnant.”

Eunchae's direct words took all four men by surprise. But as the night advanced, none questioned her desire to do this again.

But the soon-to-be ex-virgin’s confidence was just for show. In reality, she eyed his cock with immense anxiety. Both in terms of its size and the millions of little swimmers it would soon dispense. All it would take is for one to find its target. Her eggs. She wasn’t one to keep track of her cycles, but from a quick estimation in her head, this was not the day to be doing this.

Eunwoo joined her on the floor and climbed on top of her, putting his face next to hers. “I’m going to take this slow, okay?” He informed his soon-to-be lover. She put on a brave face and gave him a nod like she had done this a hundred times before. Given how horny these guys were, that scenario might become the truth soon.

Eunchae felt the entrance to her womb get tickled, but she knew this wasn’t any finger touching her. Soon, the appendage in question started applying pressure, and she took one last breath as a virgin. Eunwoo’s dick penetrated her, and a shot of pain sent a clear message to the young woman. She was fucking her friend. True to his word, Eunwoo didn’t immediately start pounding her mound despite her early boast that she wanted them to ‘fuck her hard.’ The pain was more than she expected, but was fading fast. The cock in her pulled out slowly and then back in. This generated new pain, but it was less intense and faded even faster. Eunchae appreciated that the worst was over and was thankful that Eunwoo was proving to be such a thoughtful and skillful sexual partner.

He continued to slide in and out of her, with the pain becoming almost non-existent. The fading of the pain was a relief, but her major concern still loomed large. Even now, she knew sperm was already leaking out of the cock currently fucking her. It was a small amount, but would soon be joined by a flood of fellow swimmers. A flood with one goal. To impregnate her. But for now, Eunwoo was picking up the pace and delving deeper into her with each stroke. They continued to be face to face, and while she tried to look away or close her eyes. However, often their eyes would meet. Was it weird that she wasn’t kissing him? Or if she tried to, would that make it weirder?

Eunchae had expected sex to be much like when she got fingered earlier by Doyun, but that was proving not to be the case. The feeling of getting stretched out over and over by the cock was... unusually pleasant. As well as the friction caused by the movement of his dick inside her. While she still would have liked to be using protection, the skin-on-skin contact was so intimate. The recently devirginized teenager felt every textured detail of him slide inside her. Despite her earlier appreciation of him taking it slow, she was now finding herself eager for him to go faster and harder. While not something she consciously decided to do, her hips started humping in unison with Eunwoo’s thrust, driving him to go deeper into her.

As she was getting comfortable with the experience, a facial expression of pleasure reminded the young woman of the reality of the situation. Eunwoo was approaching his limit, and with that event, the potential impregnation. Feeling the cock inside her, Eunchae had second thoughts about her earlier acceptance of becoming a sister-in-law. Why was she doing this? She could ask her friend to withdraw, and he would comply. Her virginity wouldn’t be restored, but she would be left without this life-changing event occurring. With that thought, Eunwoo’s dick reached a new depth within her, and Eunchae let out a moan, and her legs stirred underneath her current lover. This redirected her attention to the three friends watching the sex show she was freely giving them. Three guys were watching but really waiting for their turn. And if not Eunchae, they would be watching her sister take on the nine-inch cock in her pussy. Her sister would be the one about to get inseminated.

Seeing Eunwoo’s face contort further as his orgasm was approaching rapidly, Eunchae steeled her nerves. This was the right decision.

“Get me pregnant,” she said to Eunwoo.

She pulled his face into hers and kissed him passionately right when she felt the sensation of a warm liquid enter her. Over the next minute, he stayed inside her while enjoying the feel of her lips on his. All the while, the last of his cum, and potent sperm entered the womb of his friend. Eunchae had been inseminated.

Eunchae pulled her face back and looked at Eunwoo with eyes the size of frisbees. As he withdrew from her, leaving her on the floor naked and cum filled, she calmed herself down. Would one load of cum really get her pregnant? But then she saw the eager faces of her friends, one load on her foot. Even Eunwoo was talking about doing more.

“That was so incredible. I’m going to focus on getting ready for my next turn,” he said, taking a seat on the floor to watch the next sex show Eunchae would be starring in.

Next time, she thought? How many times was she going to get fucked today? Minho announced that it was agreed he would go next. Apparently, Chanwoo and Doyun had something planned, which made Eunchae greatly curious. But she couldn’t dwell on that too much as she was about to experience the feeling of yet another long-term friend cumming inside her. Wanting to keep things fresh, he asked that she ride him on top of his dick. As Eunchae saw him lying on the floor with his erection pointing straight upward, she wondered why it was necessary to change things up with a girl you haven’t had sex with yet. A thought that instantly left her lead as she lowered herself onto her newest lover.

Being on top this time, Minho’s cock was able to penetrate her fully right off the bat. A feeling that the newly introduced teenager didn’t appreciate until now. She let out a loud gasp, and her whole body shivered briefly.

“God, your pussy feels so good and wet,” Minho said as his hands took hold of her tits.

That was not a compliment Eunchae had expected her to hear today, if ever in her life. But as the shock of the giant cock entering her wore off, she gradually started lifting herself up and down on it. In this position, she was mostly in control. Minho was eagerly lifting his hips to encourage her to pick up the pace.

Eunchae found her rhythm and was sliding the inside of her vaginal walls against her second cock of the day. The same pleasurable experiences she encountered with Eunwoo resumed. But with her nerves about getting impregnated relaxed somewhat, she was able to focus on chasing these feelings. As she humped the equally large dick, she manipulated the angle of attack to maximize her pleasure. This worked maybe too well, and as the tip rubbed against a very sensitive area she found, Eunchae let out a loud “Fuck,” and her ass twitched as a wave of sexual glee spread out from that spot. Taking a minute to recover, she started her humping back up, telling herself to avoid doing that again as it was just too intense.

However, not twenty seconds later, her curiosity and lust got the better of her, and she manipulated her body to experience that again. Ready for it this time, the next wave that hit her didn’t interrupt her rhythm, and she let out a long moan that she felt a bit embarrassed about. Opening her eyes, she saw the teasing face of Minho smiling back.

“Shut up! I’m letting my four best friends try to impregnate me. I’m not going to be shamed for enjoying myself,” Eunchae said before closing her eyes again.

Minutes later, the tip of the dick was hitting this orgasmic spot constantly, and the newly introduced to sex teenager was in a continuous state of moaning. Her lover was no longer teasing her as he was focused on not cumming early to the sexually charged sight he witnessed on top of him. Eunchae was humping his dick with a purpose. Wave after wave was crashing throughout her body until it became a steady stream of ecstasy. She used her hands to ensure Minho kept a firm grip on her tits as it was adding to her full-body pleasure. She knew she was building up to something grand and needed to see it to its mind-blowing conclusion. Her vision was starting to go white, and any doubt, shame, or worries she had been now gone. A live news crew could walk into the room, and she wouldn’t stop driving her pussy into this dick. Finally, after one last slide of the dick inside her, the build-up exploded.

“Coming, coming,” Eunchae muttered as she felt her legs convulse and her toes curl. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she worried this state she was in would drive her mad if it continued, but she simultaneously wanted it never to stop.

But it finally did, and she fell into her second sexual partner’s chest, gasping for air after she realized she had forgotten to breathe during her orgasm. It was only a minute later that she questioned whether Minho had even finished, but the feeling of fresh liquid leaking out of her confirmed it. As the logical side of her brain booted back up, she knew this meant she had added another name to the list of potential fathers of the child she soon expected to start growing inside her.

Eunchae rolled off of Minho and onto the floor. That was the second orgasm of her life, and her friends had witnessed both on this same night. That one was more intense, too, and she worried about what would happen if these boys got her there a third time. Because she was certain, they wanted to try. And try all night.

As she lay on the floor looking upwards, two dicks came into her view, and she knew Doyun and Chanwoo were standing over her. “How are you doing?” Doyun asked her. She knew he was probably eager to feel her pussy with his dick. Eunchae didn’t vocalize this, but she was keen to let them try after the heaven on earth she experienced.

“Who is next,” she asked, hoping she wasn’t starting to sound like a sex-crazed slut, asking for her next dick.

“Both of us,” Chanwoo said with a devilish smile.

“What the fuck does that mean,” Eunchae said, sitting up. He didn’t immediately answer her, and Eunchae looked around the room at her friends to try to understand what she was missing.

Her last lover finally explained as he lay on the spot where they had just made love. “Chanwoo and Doyun want to fuck you in your ass and pussy at the same time. They want to double penetrate you,” he explained.

“My ass? While I’m getting fucked? I just lost my virginity twenty minutes ago. Now my ass needs to get penetrated? Isn’t fucking my pussy enough?” She fretted.

Chanwoo and Doyun looked at each other. “As we keep saying, Eunchae, you don’t have to do this. We will happily go to your...,” Doyun started to say, using the same excuse that they have been using all night.

“No! My sister may be willing to have sex with you guys. She may even be willing to have unprotected sex. But I know my sister. She isn’t up for getting ass fucked by her sister’s friends while another takes a shot at impregnating her at the same time!” But once again, Eunchae asked herself if she really knew that. What sister knows the sexual kinks of their sister?

“We’ll let you know what she says when we offer,” Chanwoo said, leading Doyun out of the room.

“How about you fuck my butt one on one?” Eunchae offered. Oh god, did she just offer her asshole now?

“I might take you up on that afterward, but for now, we’re sticking with our plan,” Doyun said without even turning around.

“Why does it have to be at the same time,” Eunchae cried out.

“It’s hard to explain. But once you do it, you’ll know,” Chanwoo replied.

“Then show me,” she said, going red in the cheeks at her sudden decision. Hearing that, the two boys finally turned around. “If it’s difficult to put into words, then demonstrate it with me,” she muttered.

“So you’re saying we can...,” Doyun cautiously asked.

“Don’t make me say it. Just tell me what I need to do,” Eunchae said, looking away.

Chanwoo lay on the floor on his back. They were going to create an Eunchae fucking sandwich, as Doyun described it. She climbed on him and laid on him so they were stomach to stomach. She maneuvered downward until she was low enough that Chanwoo can penetrated her with his dick. She started to hump it, almost out of instinct, but the boys told her to wait. As her third cock waited inside her, Eunchae looked back nervously as Doyun joined them. He held himself up just above, and she felt his erect cock resting against her butt crack.

“For this part, I would recommend you try and relax your asshole as much as possible while I put my dick into you,” Doyun said calmly.

That was a sentence she had not expected to hear tonight when she invited them over to play a board game. She did her best as Doyun directed his tip to her most intimate of entrances. And the only one that had been cock free until now.

It took considerably more pressure to penetrate her ass than her pussy, but it finally popped in, and finally Eunchae experienced the feeling of having two dicks inside her for the first time. Her ass barraged her with feelings of pain and pleasure, and Eunchae started squealing. The two mixed and formed a new sensation that the young girl couldn’t process at first. Doyun took hold of Eunchae’s body and started pumping her on and off of not only his cock implanted in her ass but Chanwoo’s as well.

This was giving her double the pleasure as she was being stretched in both places now. Twice the feeling of a hard cock sliding inside her and twice the sensitive spots being massaged. Her ass was relaxing and feeding her feelings of pure pleasure now. Her friends were rocking her body hard, and she learned what they meant. This feeling couldn’t be described, and she was glad she had agreed to it.

Her muscles all over her body started tensing up as sparks of pleasure burst all over her body. Even in unexplainable areas like her tits and neck. But as she tensed up from this sexual joy, it had the bonus effect of making her squeeze tighter onto the cocks ravaging her insides, sending even more orgasmic pleasure into her body. It was creating a viscous pleasure cycle that sent her skyrocketing up a mountain of ecstasy. When it would peak was unknown to the writhing, naked woman.

Eunchae’s mind thought of nothing but sex, and she started blurting out her thoughts without any sense of shame.

“Don’t stop fucking my holes. Don’t ever stop. I want to do this forever with you. Fill my ass and pussy with cum. Impregnate me and make me your forever whore. Oh god!” The young woman couldn’t tell if she was having two orgasms or one large one.

But in either case, her mouth opened wide, and she looked like she was screaming, but no sound came out as the pleasure flooded into her spine, making her back arch. Her hands flayed wildly as if looking for something that could release her from the intensity she felt from cumming.

Her lovers could do nothing but fill her with their seed, which they did happily. Chanwoo added his sperm to the ever-increasing pool seeking to impregnate Eunchae while Doyun came inside the last orifice of Eunchae’s that had been cum free.

When Eunchae’s vision returned several minutes later, the first thought that popped into her head was that this friendship was forever changed. There’s no way you can let two guy friends double-team you like that and expect things to stay the same. But would they change for the better or worse? Eunchae herself didn’t even know what she wanted the future to hold. But as she sat up, she knew one thing. Eunwoo and Minho were both hard again. Her protection of her sister’s innocence from these horny teenagers was still in question.

“Who’s next, and where do you want to put it?” She asked the men.

The orgy continued for five more hours. Doyun took a shot at impregnating her as well. Multiple times, in fact. All four of them cycled between Eunchae’s different holes, but most enjoyed her pussy. There were, of course, breaks in the actions, but in that time frame, she never went more than twenty minutes without at least one dick in her.

Towards the end of the night, the guys began pushing Eunchae to reveal how many times she had cum, as it had become difficult to tell.

“A proper lady doesn’t reveal such intimate details,” she teased as cum leaked out of her ass and pussy from the last round of double penetration they engaged in.

The night ended when yet another dam of pleasure burst open in Eunchae and proved too overwhelming for her to remain conscious. Her friends were spent at that point and left, leaving Eunchae’s sister untouched that night. When the over-sexed girl woke up in a very sore, cummed covered state, she panicked that her sister might find her like this and quickly cleaned herself and the room up as best she could. But the room had a lingering smell of cum in it. The smell made Eunchae’s legs squirm a bit, but she hoped her sister wouldn’t recognize it if she ever came back here.

Having lost a lot of fluids last night, while gaining a lot as well, Eunchae headed to the kitchen, where she was glad to find her sister had made breakfast. She grabbed a plate and sat at the table with her.

“You guys played that game of yours late last night. Your friends must have really enjoyed themselves,” Eunchae's sister said without a hint indicating she actually knew what happened.

“Yeah... it was fun,” Eunchae said, not able to look her sister in the eyes. They both sat in silence for a few minutes with an awkwardness in the air that had never been present before.

“Eunchae, I have something to tell you. And I need you to let me finish before you respond,” her sister asked, looking nervous.

“Okay...,” Eunchae replied, putting down her fork. She anxiously expected her sister to reveal she knew about her orgy last night and expected a lecture on safe sex. A lecture that was a day late, likely, Eunchae thought, putting her hand on her tummy.

“I appreciate that what I’m about to tell you will make you upset and may even make you feel betrayed. I know I messed up, but I hope you at least understand why I did this.” Eunchae suddenly had no clue where this was headed, but kept quiet as her sister had requested.

“Starting five months ago, right after the last of them turned eighteen, I have been engaging in sexual activities with your four friends. Wait. I should be clear about this, as you are an adult and need to hear the truth. I have been having sex with them. Orally, vaginally, and anally. Often at the same time. Your friends have a touch that drives me wild. Often, I pass out in an orgasmic spasm, only to wake up the next day hungry for more. We meet together whenever we can, which is 4 to 5 times a week. I should also mention that I got addicted to the feeling of their bare skin inside me, and thus, we haven’t been using protection. I’m... three months pregnant. I’m not sure which of them is the father, nor do I need to know. I’m so sorry about this. I tried to tell you yesterday, but you seemed so off-put by the idea of me being attracted to your friends. But I knew I had to tell you today, no matter what. How mad are you with me?”

Eunchae sat looking at her sister calmly for a minute before responding.

“Could we pretend you didn’t tell me this yet? My friends are coming over tonight, and there’s a new game we invented last night that I want to keep playing with them. Maybe we tell them in three or four months?”

Her sister smiled at her with understanding eyes.

“You should probably put some lube on your asshole. Trust me, it will help.”

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Calm and Serenity (Part 3)

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

taglist: @fcknblsht @aboobie @nin10doo @ixloom819 @damatically @sylusgirlie7 @stellisangelicus-world @kira-loves0905 @wanderlustingcastaway @browneyedgirl22 @lumieresdreams

notes: thank you for the love in the last chapter 😭😭😭 I WAS SO OVERWHELMED OMG though I can't reply one by one, i read them all and thoroughly enjoyed and basked in them ❤️ hope you enjoy this.

Series Masterlist

Sweet Evil Trap

Pepper walnut tart, rosemary gelato, pomegranate jelly, red wine marshmallow, and 10.5 grams of soul.

Description:

I'm waiting for you

You're pathetic.

That's what you tell yourself as your hands tremble at Elysium's menu. The one that is always unavailable whenever you go there and rumors say that it was never available at all.

Now you understand why.

After reading everything in Sylus's journal, you started investigating the things that don't make sense to you. You already know that they spent past lives together and their souls are tied with each other. Everything makes sense except this one.

There was no context about Sweet Evil Trap in his notebook but your memory took you back to countless night outs here in Elysium to recall the name of this dessert.

10.5 grams of soul.

You chuckled bitterly. Half of his soul is hers. Always for her. In every goddamn lifetime.

Where were you in this narrative? What piece of him do you have? Certainly not his heart if there are still traces of Miss Hunter in every corner of N109 Zone.

I'm waiting for you.

Yeah right. He's been waiting for years, lifetime even. So what were you doing here? What's your role in this?

A past time?

Someone to warm his bed?

Did he truly love you in the span of your relationship? You tried to keep your tears at bay, but they fell one after the other.

You and Miss Hunter are entirely different. She's fun, bright, and full of sunshine. She can even hold herself in a fight.

You?

You're just you. A jack of all trades. Can do everything but not the best at anything. You can fight, but surely after two or three wanderers you're gone. You're funny at best, but even that you're not that sure because she can make Sylus laugh more than you did.

In short, she's everything you're not. She's everything Sylus wanted and it really really pisses you off because you fucking loved him and yet …

yet …

Even if you gave it your all, he doesn't really see you. He's with you but he's yearning for someone else. And you're so so stupid because you're still staying. You're still hoping that even if she has returned, Sylus will see your worth. That he will change his mind.

That maybe he will choose you.

Maybe he realized you're the one he loved, not her. That maybe, he's willing to defy fate just to be with you.

It was a small hope. But it's there. Because you wanted to hold on for as long as you can. You wanted to love him until it hurts. You want to stay for as long as he doesn't let you go.

And even if you will scold yourself in the future when you remember what you're doing now, you will still try.

You can feel that he sensed that something is off with you; he is perceptive after all. Because after that night, no matter how much you try to hold yourself together, the cracks in your soul still manifest.

If it were before, you're sure that as soon as he woke up you will be all over him taking care of him and making sure that he is well-fed. But after that incident, you just can't seem to stay close to him. Not for now, at least because you're sure that you will just cry and break.

“What's wrong Little fox?" He asked you one night. You tried to avoid him and planned to hide in the guest room and sleep there, but he looked for you and now he's right there looking at your soul.

“Nothing." You avoided eye contact. You can't. It physically hurts whenever you and he meet gazes. It's as if your mind kept replaying all the things you read in his journal.

He reached out for your hand but you flinched and avoided his touch. His hand paused midair because of it. You don't know what he's thinking now. You don't want to know. You're afraid that what you'll see is insincerity.

“Tell me, sweetie. What's wrong? What happened? You're worrying me," he persisted.

"It's nothing, Sylus. I'm gonna head to bed later. You go ahead first and rest." you turned your back at him and pretended to do something.

You wanted to ask him. You wanted to know.

But you're afraid.

Because what if he tells you the truth and leaves you? Can you bear that?

No. Not yet. Never.

So you kept silent. You won't ask questions that you're not ready to face the answers of.

“My sweet little fox, tell me anything and I will listen. I will do anything for you. Just ask." He kissed your temple before leaving.

His words are so sweet but is there really anything behind it? Is there love? Is there anything real with what you two have?

You kept avoiding and hiding from him. He got enough after two weeks. He backed you in a corner, his large frame making it hard for you to escape.

“Something is definitely wrong and I don't know what it is. It's killing me to see you like this, darling. If you're not gonna talk, then let me take your mind off of things. Go out to dinner with me." He held your chin to make you look at him.

You're trying to avoid his gaze. The fear is consuming you at every second that he is staring you down. Your insecurity and jealousy is winning and your mind can't process that this is real and that this is for you.

“Sy—"

“Shhh," he gave you a quick peck to shut you up. “It's not a request. That's an order. Dinner later. I miss my little fox,"

And thus, here you are at Elysium waiting for him with tears in your eyes. You decided to go ahead. You're sure you can't bear the car ride alone with him and even if he won't press you to open up, you can sense that he wants you to.

Your phone blows up. It's surely him inquiring why you went without him. You can't find it in yourself to even read his messages. It's all too much. Everything is too much.

10.5 grams of soul.

Those words kept ringing in your head. Half of his soul. Half that is not yours. You wiped your tears. You need to calm down. He might be here in a few minutes. You need to at least look presentable.

“Sweetie, why did you leave me?" You heard his voice from your back before his lips were on your cheeks already. “I want to spend some time with you during dinner, yes, but also before and after it."

“Sorry," that's all you can say afraid that he might hear the hoarseness of your voice.

He sighed, “Fine, but you're going home with me."

You didn't reply and he took that as a cue to get your orders ready. The food is good but every bite you chew, you can sense his eyes on you.

“I will melt if you keep staring at me,” you commented. He just smirked.

"Let me enjoy the view.”

You just shook your head. You can't form a reply because the fear and insecurity is kicking in again.

The two of you are silent for a while until Sylus's phone rang. You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time tonight.

There's that glint in his eyes again so you immediately knew who it was.

Miss Hunter.

Your suspicions are proven right when he answered the call. “Hello, Miss Hunter, what can I do for you?"

You bit your lip. You were expecting it but damn it hurts. Not even an apology towards you for interrupting your dinner by answering that call.

"What!? Where are you!?”

Your heart breaks every second. There he is again. Choosing her. That's for sure. You know what will happen next. He will leave, say sorry, and run to her side.

"I'm coming, wait for me! Don't you dare move a muscle.” he ended the call in a haste he was getting ready to leave if he didn't see you across the table.

“Darling, I-I need to leave, she needs me. She's in danger. I will make it up to you, I promise. I'm so sorry,”

But no amount of “sorry" can make up for everything that you're feeling now. Of course, he will go to her. He will always run to her.

His 10.5 grams of soul.

You sighed. You have made up your mind. You will free both of you from the burden of this relationship.

You stood, pulled him for a hug. You hugged him as tightly as you can. “Go, Sylus. I'll be fine."

He hugged you back, and oh god how you will miss that warmth. You can feel your breath getting caught in your lungs, but you have to hold back. Until he turns around at least.

“I'll make it up to you, darling. Wait for me okay? I love you. Luke and Kieran will be here in fifteen minutes. Wait for them. Don't go home alone." That's the last thing you heard from him before he stormed out.

You finally let your tears fall.

It's enough. You had enough.

You will leave his life calmly, quietly. You moved and walked away fast hoping Luke and Kieran won't see you on the streets of N109 Zone.

Part 4

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