[driftd0ll]

Dorian *hates* seeing you go to certain parts of the house. He won't be openly jealous, it's not his thing! Except...

The Breaker Closet? Tony is constantly cat-calling and wolf-whistling, eyeing you like a piece of meat. Volt? A dazzling showman, he talks a whole lot and says very little. Eddie? Clearly hiding something important, but never willing to ask for help!

The Laundry Room? Washford and Drysdale are always full of melodramatics, and Harper and Dirk are WORSE! Bobby is always stirring up trouble, and the Hanks? Don't get him started.

The crawlspace? Ooooh, he gets real pissed about that. Bodhi is forever stuck in the '80s, Vaughn is obnoxious and rude for the sake of it, and *Keith?*

You want more hands on you? You want soft and hard and tender and callous all at once from a blur of people? Dorian has *seventeen versions* of himself. No one in the house can compete. He'll ramble rough-voiced praise in your ear as multiple versions of him practically devour you, whispering that you really only need him. God, the others don't deserve you. No one does, not really, but him? Dorian would do anything, everything, all for you. Let him prove it, please? Just stay close, let him spend forever making you feel good. He pulls you apart and puts you back together - utterly pussydrunk, broken by even a taste of you.

Dorian won't be openly jealous, it's not his thing. But you'll leave after date night with him on wobbly legs, marks covering every inch of you. Your ruined panties are tucked in his pocket, his jacket over your shoulders. He bathes you when you're limbless and floaty, cuddles you through the night, makes you breakfast before he sees you home - in exchange, all you have to do is keep your new plug *right* where he left it, holding in an unknowable number of his loads.

This man is MADE for me to drool over istg 😫😫😫 The voice, the protective nature, the sheer SIZE of 'im!

🗡💜

Ohhh I'm just imagining coming back to Dorian after one of the objects (say, one of the "rougher"/meaner ones- like Rebel, or even Reggie...) hurt your feelings. Dorian just hates to see that sad, dejected look on your face, and he's determined to get rid of it!

He fucks you, slurping against your bloated, drooling clit, fingering you nice and open. Dorian'll slip his cock inside nice and slow, making you feel every inch of his dick scraping against your walls—when he finally begins fucking you, though, his real feelings begin to spill out.

As Dorian holds you down, wrapping his strong arms around your waist from behind to keep you nice and close, he buries his face against your neck. It takes you a second to focus through the torturous thrusts, but he's fucking pouting, "- Why d'you have to go around with all of them?" he brambles on, panting in your ear, "Do you need more? Is one cock just not enough? I can give you so much more, love."

You wouldn't even be able to fully understand, and you assume it's just random sex-talk, but a few days later... Dorian is asking how you'd feel about adding more people the next time you're having sex, which is odd—he doesn't usually seem interested in this kind of stuff! You think he's talking about one or two others, maybe Mitchell won him over, or maybe Skylar. In any case, you're excited! You insist you want it to be a surprise... The next thing you know, you're feeling multiple of very, very familiar hands running over your body.

Dorian, and all his variants, still remain sweet, but the sheer amount of them doesn't make it easy! Can you imagine trying to fuck all 17, pussydrunk men who are completely obsessed with you, wanting to all prove that you don't need anyone else. There are so many personalities between them, you can choose which one you want to fuck- if you want Ben-Hwa or Volt to act all sultry and tease you and can just go to Trap and just ask nicely for him to hold you against the wall. If you, for some fucking reason, want someone to be a bit of a brat towards, in desperate need of some punishment? Front Dorian is exactly who you need to spank that cute ass of yours back into line!

And they have no shame in telling you this, making you look up at them with a cock in your mouth. You'll be absolutely ruined by the end of it!

[g00d--m0urning]

Pretty in Green (Date Everything SMAU)

The girls are jealous. Rawr ;)

Featuring: Celia & Florence, Skylar, Holly, Fantina, Tina, Bathsheba, Keyes, Dasha, and Tydus

[a99jazzybean]

The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 7: Fishing for Something...

Previous Chapter

synop: Chance and Parker use the morning hours to go fishing, discussing the previous night as well as coming up with a new bet. You do your best to avoid discussing last night. As you head to your next destination, you begin to think about the future...

words: 5.4K

includes: chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, fishing, sexually charged conversation, mentions of divorce, mentions of parents arguing

a/n: I know I need to update kinktober, but I really wanted to get this chapter out. It's fairly sfw minus some sexual conversation. Hope you enjoy!

In the end, you didn’t leave to relieve yourself. It was too dark out, and you didn’t want to go to the showers that late. Sadly, that meant you were stuck with a disappointing ache between your legs. You wouldn’t let the men know about that though. The last thing that you wanted was more teasing from them. 

Now, you found yourself trapped between them once more. Parker curled up behind you, long, lanky arms holding you against him. Soft snores snuffled out of him as he nuzzled into your shoulder. In front of you, Chance had you pulled into his chest, a large arm wrapped over your side with the other under your head. It was as if their sleeping forms needed you to be nestled up against them. That thought warmed your heart.

Despite the uncomfortable ache in your core, you managed to drift off. Being left unsatisfied translated into your dreams. Flashes of the men touching you, bringing you just to the brink before pulling back. With each passing touch, you felt yourself growing more and more irritated. A slip of fingers between your soft folds, the tease of a cock right at your entrance. Yet, no satisfaction to be found. The men’s chuckles at your desperation had you whining, this wasn’t fair.

The frustration of your dreams was apparent from your sleeping form. Whimpers woke Chance up. Blinking his eyes, he was met with the sight of your face scrunched up in discomfort. Occasionally your mouth would hang open, a small moan escaping your lips. He already had morning wood, and your condition was not making it go away anytime soon. 

Behind you, Parker also was stirred awake. Your backside ground into his clothed half-hard cock, making him grow wide-eyed. He also heard the moans you let out. Over your shoulder, he saw Chance was also awake. Though Parker was a blurry shape, Chance could tell he was looking at him. Putting his glasses on, he turned back toward the two of you. 

Parker acknowledged Chance with a soft smile, then looked down at you adoringly. His hand ran over your side softly, making you sigh. Quickly, your demeanor soured. Another pathetic whine escaping your lips as you pressed your thighs together. 

“Should I help them?” Parker said softly, his hand teased over the hem of your sleep shorts. 

“Maybe another time.” Chance did wish he could aid in relieving you. “We should have established something like that before falling asleep.” 

“Fair point.” Parker pecked your cheek. “Another time then.” 

Chance leaned in toward you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. The men’s affections appeared to calm you somewhat. A content smile spread on your face as you sighed. Seeing that you were in a better state, Chance decided to continue on with his morning plans.

“Fishing?” Chance asked Parker. 

“Sure thing!” Parker grinned at him before shuffling off of you.

Both of them pecked kisses on your cheeks before exiting the tent. The feeling of their lips on your skin drifted into your dreams, bringing a momentary reprieve to the irritation situation you had been thrust in. 

The two dressed, then grabbed their gear from the truck. Chance pulled out two fishing poles along with a cooler and tacklebox. Together, they walked to the nearest pier. Leaning his head back, Parker enjoyed the cool morning air. A light breeze flowed through his colorful locks. Watching Parker, Chance let out an amused huff. His chest swelling at the sight.

Something was different now, that should have been obvious. One doesn’t just blow their best friend and walk away without consequence. Though, the consequence didn’t seem bad. The act had sealed the deal that all of you had been building up during this trip. Acknowledging your mutual attraction and finally acting on it. Now that he thought about it, the consequence did appear somewhat frightening. Truly, all of you were lying to yourselves to a certain length. As long as this only remained physical, it would all be fine. 

As Chance stared at Parker, he unwittingly let out a content sigh. Golden beams of sun were peeking just above the horizon highlighting Parker in an ethereal glow. Akin to a god that Chance would have in one of his G&G games. He couldn’t help but take in the sight, reveling in his friend’s beauty. At least for a moment. 

“What?” Parker asked with a teasing grin.

“It’s nothing.” Chance let out an airy chuckle. “You’re just cute.” 

“Aww, just cute? Nothing else?” Parker elbowed Chance in the side. 

“Are you wanting to fish, or fish for compliments?”

“Oooh, a pun? That’s a new one, Chancey.” 

“I can be punny at times. You might have rubbed off on me.” 

“Oh I think I’ve done more than rub you off…” Parker giggled.

Chance only rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. Though, he couldn’t help but recall the events of the previous night. Parker certainly knew what he was doing, and he did it very well. He wouldn’t mind another experience…

At the pier, the two readied their fishing lines. Fishing was one of the many activities they did together. While you knew how to fish, you didn’t find as much enjoyment as your friends did. For Chance, it was a nice quiet activity that allowed him to think. He didn’t really care about catching anything. It was certainly nice to get a good catch, but the activity was more meditative than anything else. Parker on the other hand loved to get a good catch. 

The previous year he had caught a huge largemouth bass. Of course, he took a bunch of pictures with it before throwing it back into the lake. Parker said it was all in ironic fun, but Chance didn’t agree.

“Do I look like a fuckboy country guy?” Parker motioned over his body, emphasizing his colorful hair by pulling off his beanie.

“I guess not? But putting this on a dating app is not going to attract the kind of people you want.” Chance gave his friend a concerned look.

Parker was the kind of guy to try and make a “satirical statement.” Sometimes they were fairly good, other times they fell extremely flat. His posing with a fish “ironically” was one of those times that did not work in his favor. As soon as the picture was set on his profile, he received very little connections. The ones he did get were profiles that were certainly not appealing to his tastes. 

“I don’t want to say I told you so…” Chance chuckled.

“I get it, smartass.” Parker mumbled, staring in disappointment at the latest rejection on his screen. “I’ll get rid of the fish.” He huffed. “Honestly, should get rid of the entire app. If I can’t find someone that understands and appreciates my humor, is it even worth it?” 

Parker’s melodramatics had Chance rolling his eyes. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he gave it a reassuring pat, “You’ll get 'em next time, tiger.” 

“Gee, thanks.” Parker shut off his phone with a grumble. 

“If it helps, I find actually meeting people in person can do wonders.” Chance tried not to let his bias show. “Who knows, maybe another friend or acquaintance of yours could get you to develop a spark.” 

Both Parker and Chance thought about you and each other. Then, both of them removed the notion from their minds. No, that would never work. 

Back in the present, Chance and Parker had reached the pier. Sunlight reflected off the lapping water, making the area look straight out of a nature magazine. The men took in their surroundings, appreciating the natural environment. The occasional bird call pierced the air, a light breeze rustled the leaves, they even spotted a rabbit hopping out of a wooded area. A beautiful experience, one that neither man wanted to break the silence of. 

Yet, they did want to fish. So Chance began to ready his line. Opening the cooler, he pulled out a small container filled with worms and dirt. Parker stuck his tongue out at the sight of the wriggling creatures. Sure, live bait got bites, but it was still a grotesque experience for him. Noticing Parker’s disgust, Chance chuckled. 

“Need me to prep your line?” He asked. 

“No, I can do it.” Parker sighed. “I just don’t like it.” 

Chance shrugged his shoulders and went back to work. Picking up one of the wriggling creatures, he skillfully placed it on his hook. Beside him, Parker did the same. Grimacing, Parker rubbed his fingers together. Earthworm residue was stuck between them.

“Ugh. I hate how they feel.” He shivered with a sour look. “It’s like slimy but somehow scratchy at the same time.” 

“I do have other types of bait…” Chance began. 

“No, no. I’m fine with worms. I’m just complaining.” Parker shook his head at himself. 

When Chance was ready, he set himself up at the edge of the water. With expertise, he flicked his wrist. Casting the line wide, he watched with satisfaction as it landed at a good distance. Parker followed suit, casting his own line. 

As they waited, a new silence fell upon the two of them. Although they were together, they felt alone with their thoughts. Again, Chance’s mind wandered to the previous night. 

What happens next? He wondered. 

More could, that was for sure. What they had started could turn into more. Much more. They would certainly stray away from feelings of the heart, but those other feelings? The erotic, primal ones that they could just indulge in. Allow themselves to fall into that ecstasy with each other. After all, you had agreed to it. Stopped denying yourself. It was only fair that they did the same. Yes… only fair. 

Parker couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night either. A loop of the sounds Chance made ran through his mind over and over again. If sound could be addicting, Parker had found his vice. He needed more. Not to mention, he hadn’t been able to try with you yet. Though, from the night you had kissed, it appeared that you were quite the sensitive individual. Something Parker didn’t mind in the slightest. 

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Chance’s voice broke the bubble of silence.

“About what?” Parker feigned ignorance. 

“About last night.”

“What about it?” 

“It isn’t enough.” Chance knew he was taking a risk admitting that.

Parker drew in a sharp breath. He felt the same? He didn’t turn to look at Chance, keeping his eyes on the bobber attached to his line. Both of them knew Chance’s words were true.

“It isn’t.” Parker gulped, hoping his gamble of admittance would result in something that wouldn’t utterly ruin his psyche. 

“Do you think-” 

Chance’s next thought was interrupted. Something had gotten on his line. Ripping his pole up, he began to reel in what was hopefully a fish. And a fish it was! Although, it wasn’t a very satisfying catch. Hanging from the hook was a little bluegill. It flapped away, wishing to escape from the hook lodged in its lip. 

“Aww, what a cute little catch.” Parker chuckled at the sight. “Don’t worry, it’s not about the size. It’s how you use it.”

“Is that what you were thinking last night?” Chance teased. 

Stuttering, Parker was taken aback. Sometimes Chance could really catch him off guard. 

“You know I could handle any size just fine.” He retorted, nose upturned with an offended huff.

“Oh, I wasn’t referring to myself.” Chance said with a chuckle. 

Removing the hook from the fish’s lip, he tossed it back into the water. After watching it swim off, he turned to give his attention back to Parker. 

“I’m not whipping my dick out for you to see, if that’s what you’re wanting.” Two could play at this game. 

It was a fair play, Chance was a bit frazzled. However, he could still push.

“So you’re wishing to whip it out another time then?” 

Sucking his teeth, Parker thought up another retort. 

“Yeah. Think I deserve a reward for the earth shattering orgasm I let you experience.” 

Chance’s face bloomed red. Thank God others weren’t at the pier. He could only imagine if some old man came upon them talking about sucking each other off. 

“If you think that’s earth shattering, you’re thinking quite highly of yourself.” Chance knew it was a bullshit statement, but he needed some fire against Parker. 

“OH? You saying my oral skills are lackluster?” 

“Lackluster? No. Could go for some improvement? Yes.” Chance chuckled.

“I’m sure our other friend will agree that my oral skills are quite exemplary.” 

At the mention of you, Chance turned to look at Parker. His brow was raised expectantly, curiosity making him wonder where this trail would lead. 

“Certainly not as good as mine.” Chance said. 

“Pfft. No way. I am a god at eating pussy.” Parker scoffed. 

“Care to put that to the test?” 

Oh no. Another bet.

“And how would we do that?” Despite losing last time, Parker was very much intrigued. 

“Discover who can make them cum the fastest.” 

“What’s the wager?” Parker didn’t want to go into this blind.

“Twenty bucks.” 

“Oh.” Parker was surprised.

“What? Did you think I was gonna make you blow me again?” 

Waving his hand in a “so-so” motion along with a noise indicating his uncertainty, Parker gave Chance an amused smirk. To which Chance rolled his eyes at. 

“Whatever. Are you in, or not?” 

“I’m in.” Pausing, Parker decided to add to their bet. “Whoever can make them squirt gets five dollars.” 

“Oh, raising the stakes, are we?” Chance chuckled. “I’ll go for it. However, don’t be surprised when I’m walking away with 25 dollars.”

“We’ll see about that.” Parker offered his hand to Chance. 

“Game on.” Chance grasped his hand, giving it a good hard shake. 

When the duo returned to camp, they found you had already started a fire. Over the grates, you were cooking some pancakes using a cast iron griddle. On the side you had added some eggs. Perking up at their entrance, you shot them a smile. 

“Morning!” You said, lifting up a coffee mug in a ‘cheers’ motion before taking a sip. 

At the sight of you, Parker and Chance shared a knowing glance and nod. A recognition that their deal had officially just begun. When they would be able to act it out, they didn’t know. Regardless, it was happening. 

You spotted the unspoken exchange, but decided against asking questions. Barely a week into this trip and you already dealt with quite the embarrassing encounters. The last thing you needed was another night ending up with you hot and bothered without any release. 

“Ooh pancakes!” Parker lit up. 

“The syrup is in the tub. I’m almost done with the first batch.” You said, flipping some of the cakes onto a plate. “How was fishing?” An innocent enough question, but you didn’t know of what was discussed before they arrived.

“Uh, good.” Chance said, a slight awkwardness in his voice. 

Glancing at the man, you tried to get a read on him. Standing a bit stiff, it was clear that something had happened. 

“Is that all?” You flipped the eggs over. “Did you guys even catch anything?”

“I did.” 

“A bluegill.” Parker said before shoving syrup covered pancakes down his gullet. 

“Cool, cool.” You nodded, trying to recall what that kind of fish looked like. “Didn’t keep it for a meal?”

“You know I’m more of a catch and release guy.” Chance eased up, glad you weren’t prying for other things. “I prefer not having to remove scales and debone.” 

“Fair enough. Though, I can clean a fish fairly well.” You said. 

“I thought you didn’t like fishing.” 

“I don’t really, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to prepare fish.” You shrugged your shoulders. “So if you do want to keep a catch, I’ll gladly cook it.” 

“Good to know.” 

Both of you didn’t know what to add. Something happened during their little fishing stint, you just didn’t know what it was. Perhaps they did more than just fish. No, that wasn’t it. There was something else. You shouldn’t question it though. Wouldn’t be worth it to you. Probably.

“Sleep well?” Chance broke back in, grabbing the still warm French press and pouring himself a mug of coffee. 

Adding more blobs of batter onto the griddle, you pretended not to hear him. It was a trap, that was obvious. Seemed like the two tended to walk you into them more often. Sometimes it was exciting. Dealing with the repercussions of the previous night was not something you particularly enjoyed. 

“Well?” Chance blew on his coffee, peering at you over the mug with a curious gaze. 

“I slept fine.” Chewing on your tongue, you wondered if maybe you should push instead. Gain an upperhand of sorts. “Especially after you two left the tent.” 

“Had the time to take care of yourself?” Chance wasn’t going to waver. 

Gritting your teeth, you again decided to ignore him. Sitting at a picnic table, Parker watched this engagement with amusement. It was fun, seeing you squirm.

“Did you?” Parker joined in.

“Did I what?” You knew what he was referring to, but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. 

No, you didn’t “take care of yourself.” When you woke up, you found yourself more starving than you were horny. Therefore, you decided to start breakfast. Besides, you didn’t need the teasing that would come from them if you admitted to relieving yourself. Though, they were likely to tease you regardless. They tended to find some way to do that to you. 

“Take care of yourself. From the sounds of it, you were having a rough night.” Parker took a big chomp of his pancakes, shooting you a cheeky grin. 

They could tell? The revelation had your eyes widening, red dusting your cheeks. 

“You’re quite expressive at night sometimes.” Chance chuckled at your flustered state. 

Damn them. Damn them both. 

“Hope it didn’t keep you up.” You weren’t going to fully acknowledge it. 

“It didn’t…” Chance glanced at Parker. “But we did feel bad that we couldn't help you.”

They wanted to… No, you weren’t going to let them get to you. At least you were going to try to make sure they didn’t.

 Continuing to ignore them, you plated more pancakes along with the eggs. You had run out of batter to use to distract you from this conversation.

“Breakfast is ready.” You let out a huff, willing the red to drain from your face. 

“Great!” Chance plated himself some pancakes and eggs. 

You joined the two at the picnic table, also plating up. Taking a bite, you let out a satisfied groan. The sound caught Chance and Parker’s attention, both looking at you with raised brows. 

“What?” You took a big swallow of coffee. “I’m starving.” 

“I see…” Chance took a sip of his own coffee. 

“Well, they are pretty good pancakes! Compliments to the chef!” Parker winked at you, before shoveling more food in his mouth.

“Thanks, though you should probably thank Sam’s Club for their mix. I just added the egg and water.” You chuckled.

“And you added them splendidly.” Parker said. 

The three of you continued to eat your meals, occasionally chiming in with conversation. Mostly, you enjoyed the sounds of nature around you. As the sun rose, you could tell the day was going to be a scorcher. Thankfully, you were heading out to your next stop. No need to worry about the heat when you could enjoy some AC. 

“So we’re staying with your friend, right?” You asked Parker as you cleaned up your campsite. 

“Yup! Dunk.” He said the man’s name with fondness. “He was in the sports journalism program with me. Graduated two years ago.”

“Cool cool.” 

“I know you’re just saying that as filler, but he is a super neat guy. He got a job with the Chiefs as soon as he graduated.” 

“Oh, wow.” That did seem quite impressive. 

“Yeah. I think you met him before, but I don’t blame you if you don’t remember.” Parker shrugged. 

Wracking your brain, you tried to remember if you had met this person. The name sounded familiar, though, you highly doubted you had come upon many “Dunks” before.

“He was at the com studies end of the year party Parker dragged us to.” Chance chimed in, not looking up from where he was breaking down the tent. 

You tried to recall the party. It was huge. After all, com studies wasn’t an exactly small program. Flitting through the recollection of faces, you paused. That’s right!

“Oh yeah! He was the guy that was scarily good at beer pong.” You exclaimed, proud of yourself for remembering a relative stranger. 

“Yeah, Dunk was known for his trick shots.” Parker huffed in amusement at the memory. “I’m sure he’s left those days behind him though.” 

“You make it sound like he’s a wild-west outlaw that dropped a life of crime to retire.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Maybe he is.” Parker grinned, waltzing up to you. “His beer pong trick shots caught him too much heat.” 

“Couldn’t handle the house rules. Had to escape it all.” You joined in with a giggle. 

“Ran away from the pantsing rule, straight to Kansas City.” Parker clutched his chest with a forlorn sigh. “Not even a letter goodbye…”

“Which one? The one in Missouri or Kansas?” You teased.

“Wait, there’s two?” Parker had been taken out of the make believe world.

“Yeah. They’re pretty much right next to each other.” 

“That seems a bit confusing.” 

“The Chief’s stadium is in Missouri.” Chance joined in, finished picking up the campsite. “And it’s a three hour ride, so we should hop to it.” He motioned for you and Parker to enter the truck. 

All of you hopped in, readying yourselves for some more travel. Thankfully, you weren’t going to spend too long in the car. Soon enough, you would be going on much longer treks. Meaning, you and Parker would also have to man the wheel at times. Something that Chance wasn’t too keen on, but you didn’t need him driving 16 hours straight and dozing off at the wheel. With that worry vocalized, Chance conceded. If he didn’t like how you were handling his truck, he said he was going to take over. For now, he could keep his claim on the driver’s seat. 

“I’m glad we won’t be sleeping on the ground this time.” You stretched up your arms with a groan, feeling a satisfying pop in your back. 

“Yeah, that will be nice. I’ve got a gnarly crick in my neck.” Parke leaned his head side to side, rubbing the back to emphasize his discomfort.

“So, I know this ‘Dunk’ guy is quote, ‘cool’, but what else do you know about him?” You turned slightly to look at Parker. 

“I mean, he’s always been into athletics. His dad’s a sports broadcaster for a local station in Missouri, and his uncle played for the Chiefs.”

“Oh, so he’s got some pretty good connections.” 

“Yeah. He’s actually offered to help me out with job hunting.” Parker said, though he seemed a bit forlorn.

It was a touchy subject, talking about the future. Sure, you knew that you would stay in touch. However, Parker was immediately entering the workforce while you and Chance stayed in higher education. Who knows how often you would be able to see each other? Especially if Parker moved away. Due to his career wants, it was likely that he could end up across the country. This trip was supposed to be a “goodbye” of sorts. An acknowledgement that your futures were inevitable, so you were going to make the most out of the limited time you shared together. With how things had escalated though, you didn’t know how well you all would fair when this was over. 

“That’s nice of him.” You said softly, your own voice a little sad.

You should be proud of your friend. Well, you were. Dammit, it was hard to push away that sadness though. Just one year left before everything truly changed between the three of you. 

“Yeah it is. He’s just so passionate about it, so he really took me under his wing in school. Got me my position at the school’s station. He said that he knows some guys at ESPN looking for production assistants.” The sadness in his voice had turned into excitement. 

One thing you loved about Parker was his passion, and boy was he passionate. There were many things he deeply cared about, but nothing compared to his enjoyment of games. Regardless of whether it was a sport or board game, Parker pretty much loved them all. Chance had ultimately figured out the reason why, but he didn’t share that with Parker. Deciding to let the man enjoy his passions without psychoanalyzing him. 

Chance did share what he concluded with you though. One time when you were hanging out just the two of you, he talked about it. You were reminiscing and joking about Parker being a bit too anal about the rules of Sandy Land. While Chance would normally laugh along with you, he just went quiet. 

“What’s up?” Your brows were knit with concern. 

“Nothing…” Chance paused. “No, I just realized something.” 

“Okay?” 

“Well, I guess, Parker and I were recently watching a Cub’s game, and he kinda blew up. Like he was pissed about a call that an umpire made. Seriously pissed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that angry before.” Chance’s eyes were filled with worry. 

“I mean, he does really care about his rules.” You let out an awkward chuckle. “That’s our Parker.” 

“I know, but…” Chance sucked in a harsh breath. “Don’t you sometimes think he goes a bit too far?” 

Now that you thought on it, there were times where he did feel a bit too anal. He respected all rules. Sure, he questioned them sometimes. In the end, he would still follow them. “I guess you’re right. But it’s not so bad, is it?” 

“I don’t know. I feel like he’s using rules to cope.” Chance stopped himself from speaking, eyes going wide. 

Immediately, you clocked his reaction. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, you gave it a squeeze.

“Cope with what? Did something happen to Parker?” You asked softly. 

The knowledge that your friend had divulged to Chance and not yourself stung a little, but Parker might have his reasons. 

“He doesn’t talk about it, but his parents’ marriage is super rocky right now.” Chance let out a sad sigh. 

“How do you know that?” 

“I overheard them yelling at each other a few times. And found the business card for a divorce attorney on their kitchen island.” 

“Oh, shit.” You let out a small gasp. 

“Yeah. Parker definitely knows what’s happening, but he doesn’t want to talk about it.” 

“Have you asked him?” 

“I’ve tried. He keeps shrugging me off though. We really only hangout at your house or mine. I haven’t been to his place in like a month.” 

“Wow.” You didn’t know what to make of this, then you remembered a recent conversation with him. “Wait, I think he’s said something before…” 

Chance perked up, curious to hear more. 

“We watched a super bad romantic comedy where a married guy cheats on his wife, and Parker got really upset. Really, really upset. He went off on how vows are rules, and people need to follow them.” 

“Shit.” 

“Yeah.”

Both you and Chance sat in silence for a moment. Processing the information you had shared with each other and wondering what exactly you were supposed to do with it. Parker clearly wasn’t wanting to talk about it, but it was affecting him negatively. 

Thankfully, Parker’s parents made up, and he started acting like his usual self. However, Chance’s conclusion was always at the back of your mind whenever Parker spoke about rules. It was a grab for control, especially when he didn’t feel in control. No wonder Parker wanted to go into a field that heavily relied on rules to function. It was one of the ways that he felt allowed himself to function. 

Back in the car, you eyed Parker in the rearview mirror. Sometimes you worried what it was going to be like for him to be without you and Chance. Sure, he spent alone time without you guys. For now, there was still the knowledge that he was going to be able to come back to you. What happens if that opportunity vanishes? No, that felt patronizing. Parker would figure it out. Plus, you would always be there for your friend if he needed it. 

“Do you know what sport you would be working in? If you got the ESPN gig?” You asked Parker, interested to hear more. 

“Most likely would be football, that’s who Dunk knows. You know I’d love to do baseball though.” 

“Well, once you’re in, I’m sure you’ll easily get there.” You shot him a bright smile that warmed his heart. 

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do!” 

As you drove south, you found yourself left with your thoughts. Parker had dozed off in the back, softly snoring as a trail of drool slid down his chin. Chance was humming along to the rock music playing lowly, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him. 

Turning to look out the window, you leaned on your elbow. Fields and farms flew by, many dotted with herds of cattle. Large farm vehicles were being pulled out, farmers readying themselves for the upcoming harvest season. Living in the city you rarely saw the process, but traveling outside, you would always see farmers at work. 

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you felt a warm hand give your thigh a squeeze. Whipping back around, you saw Chance smiling contently. You thought you were going to be met with a smug smile. It seemed like you were wrong.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you softly.

“Farming.” You said. 

Chance chuckled. 

“Farming?” 

“Yes. Just thinking about how odd it is that people can live two different lives despite living just miles from each other.” You relayed your thought process to him.

“What do you mean?” 

“Like how we live in suburbia in Chicago, then just a few miles outside of the city, it’s just fields. Farmers living a rural life, just themselves, their families, and the land.” 

“Farmers do meet with others outside of the rural areas.” Chance let out an amused huff.

“You know what I mean. It’s not like they have ten other houses right next to them. You can’t just go up to a person’s door in a few seconds. We have so many people around us.” 

“Is that a bad thing?” Chance asked.

“Of course not. It’s why I love it. I don’t think I could stand living somewhere so lonely.” You thought on that statement for a moment, then adjusted it. “Actually, I could if you guys were around.” 

Chance wasn’t expecting that. Such a heartwarming statement coming from you after discussing the topic of farming. Gosh, could you get more attractive? Of course you would say something that pulled at his heartstrings. 

“I think I would like that.” He admitted softly. 

“Really? I didn’t think you’d be able to live anywhere that didn’t provide you with Cubs’ season tickets.” You giggled. 

“I’d make the trek.” Chance chuckled along with you.

“Oh yeah?” You had a teasing lilt to your voice. 

“Mhmm.” 

“Even if we were living in some secluded woods?”

“Yup. I’ll find a way to make it to home games.” He shot you an amused grin. 

“Hmmm… what if we’re in Canada?” 

“Well, that might be a bit much.” 

“Got it, so a more localized cabin in a deep wood?” You nudged him with your elbow. 

“Sounds perfect.” He looked at you from the corner of his eye, appreciating the blush that had bloomed on your cheeks. 

“Well, we can test run that in a few days.” You said, remembering your next leg of the journey.

“I don’t know how secluded we’ll be…” 

“Eh, we can pretend.” You said with an airy laugh. “Right?”

“Pretend…” Chance’s mind briefly flashed to his hidden feelings. “Yeah. Right.”

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The Road That Leads to You

Chapter 5: Waiting Till Tonight

Previous Chapter

synop: Deciding you want to enjoy the zoo without any worry, you make Chance and Parker promise not to fuck with you till the night. Little do you know, that will end up making you reveal things you weren't expecting to.

words: 8.2K

includes: chancexparkerxgn!reader, afab! reader, chancexhector mention, parkerxsophia mention, eddiexvoltxreader mention, teasing, sexual discussions, zoo, animals, bats, insects, anxiety, jealousy

a/n: Sorry this chap took a bit to get out! This is mostly sfw, just some sexual talks.

Also, school starts Monday, August 25th for me, so I will be posting a bit less. Please have patience with me!

After Chance exited the car, you waited a moment. Taking in a long deep breath, you closed your eyes. 

What the FUCK was that?! Your mind was screaming at you. How were you supposed to handle the rest of the day with them when Chance just left you with that ominous statement?

When you opened your eyes, you let out the breath slowly. Peering out of the corner of your vision, you saw Chance and Parker chatting with each other. The two of them smirking and chuckling. Parker glanced up, locking eyes with you. The smirk on his face grew as he watched red bloom on your cheeks. Fuck, they were doing a number on you. 

Gearing yourself up, you opened the truck door and exited the vehicle. Joining your friends, you willed your heart to stop racing. 

“What took you so long?” Parker smirked at you. 

“Oh I don’t know-.” You stopped yourself.

If you continued this, your whole day would be spent shuffling what if, what if, what if, in your brain. You didn’t want that. Based on how the men were looking at you, they definitely did. So, you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. 

“I was just making sure I was ready to go.” You said as you attempted to keep up a poker face. 

“There was nothing else holding you up?” Parker pressed. 

“Nope, nothing at all.” You decided to start walking to the zoo entrance, pushing past Parker and Chance. “I’ve got our tickets, so don’t stay too far behind.” You said over your shoulder. 

The two of them shared a look. Chance letting out an amused huff at your attempts to remain composed. Okay, so be it. They enjoyed a challenge. Sending a cheeky grin to Chance, Parker nodded. The two had come to the same conclusion. For now you could have your fun in ignorance, for now. 

As you neared the entrance you felt that familiar buzz of excitement. You couldn’t recall the last time you had been to a zoo. You were pretty sure you came to Omaha at some point in middle school, but hadn’t been to the area since. When planning out your trip you were excited to head this way, even if you were going to end up driving through Nebraska. 

Looking behind, you saw Chance and Parker talking and laughing with each other. As soon as they spotted you, they grinned. They’re plotting something. No matter, you would just ignore whatever attempts they made to fluster you. You didn’t need their teasing bothering you today. 

Suddenly, you found yourself slamming into a light post. Hitting the side of your head against the hard metal. 

“Agh, Fuck!” You yelped, grabbing your face. 

Ignoring the disgruntled looks from parents, you let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that hurt. That’s what you get for not watching where you were going, you supposed. 

Jogging up to you, Chance cupped your face. Turning it to the side, he let out a sigh of relief. Though your face was slightly red, it didn’t appear that you had actually injured yourself. He gave you a stern look, then flicked you on the forehead. 

“Hey!” You shouted, rubbing your forehead. “What the f-.” You stopped spotting the children heading to the entrance. “What was that for?” You grumbled 

“Watch where you’re going.” He said, then pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. Grinning at the shocked look on your face, Chance chuckled. “Just to make it feel better.” 

“Here I can help too!” Parker said, feeling left out. He planted a kiss on the other cheek. 

Narrowing your eyes you let out an irritated groan. They were not going to go easy on you it seemed. 

“That wasn’t even the part of my face that I hit.” 

“Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll run into another pole. I’m preemptively giving you a kiss to make it feel better.” He gave you a cheeky grin. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you guys.” You said, letting out a frustrated hiss. 

“Not if you kill yourself first. That was quite the nasty looking slam.” Chance said. 

Closing your eyes, you took in a breath. Composing yourself, you nodded. You were not going to let them get to you. Not today, not ever. 

Even though you repeated that mantra to yourself, you very much knew that they were getting to you. They were very good at that. You knew you could do the same, but the last thing you wanted was another period of trying to up the ante of uncomfortability with your friends. For now, you would let them have their fun. There would eventually be an opportunity to get back at them. Today you decided the best way was to just ignore their attempts. 

Following behind the groups of tourists and families, you readied the tickets on your phone. As you made it to the entrance, you held it up for the admissions staff to scan. With a wave and a smile, they greeted you. 

“Got three tickets?” They eyed your group. 

“Yes indeed. For me and these two kids. Think I could get a discount?” You joked, pointing back to your friends with your thumb. 

“Ha! Sorry, I think your kids might be a bit big for that.” They joked back, maintaining their customer service poise. 

“Well, it was worth a shot.” You shrugged your shoulders. 

Once your tickets were scanned you made your way into the zoo. Parker pulled up a zoo map on his phone, then pointed you to the Desert Dome. 

“Oh we gotta start there first!” Parker said giddily, bouncing on his toes. “It’s my favorite! Well, actually the nightlife section is my favorite, but the desert is cool.” 

“Nightlife?” Chance questioned. 

“Yeah! They have bats!” He said with a bright grin. 

“Oh, I forgot about that.” You shot Chance a sorry look.

The man had quite the fear of the nocturnal creatures. An unfortunate incident with a bat infestation at his childhood home had him waking up with one of the critters in his bed. Which led to him receiving multiple rabies shots over the course of two weeks. Parker gave him a ton of shit over it, asking Chance to bite him so they could both have rabies. You were a bit nicer, even joining him during one of his vaccine appointments. 

“Ugh. Bats…” Chance mumbled. 

“You don’t have to go into that section with us, Chance.” You said. 

“No, I’ll be fine. I’m not,like, deathly afraid of them. They just creep me out. A lot.” He gave you a reassuring look. 

“Okay. If you want to leave though, we will.” You shot a look at Parker. “Got that, Bradley?” 

“What? I apologized for the rabies jokes years ago!” He jolted his hands up in exasperation. 

Before you could make a retort, Chance placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll be fine. Seriously.”

Nodding, you accepted his response. Looking down at his idle hand, you decided to grab it. Pulling him along, the three of you made your way into the building. Heat blasted against you as you entered the Desert Dome. A red sand dune greeted you upon entering the space. Around you, the sounds of various birds filled the area. As you continued on through the exhibit, you spotted various animals. Parker, with his vast knowledge on random facts, was able to occasionally provide you with some interesting trivia. 

“Did you know, the Desert Dome is actually one of the world’s largest indoor deserts?” He asked you and Chance, knowing full-well that neither of you knew that. 

“How many indoor deserts actually exist in the world?” You asked him as you stared into an enclosure containing a bird with a bright blue breast. 

“How am I supposed to know that?” Parker quirked a brow at you, as if that was such an obvious question. 

Rolling your eyes, you shared a chuckle with Chance. 

“So when was the last time you came here?” You asked Parker. 

“Uhh, like three years ago, I think? My grandparents like to take me.” 

It was funny, picturing Parker’s grandparents dragging him to a zoo when he’s a grown-ass adult. You could almost see him holding a lollipop wearing a propeller hat. 

“Your grandparents like to bring you to a lot of things.” You commented. 

“Yeah, to be honest, they were a bit upset that I was going on this trip with you guys.” Parker said, letting out an airy laugh. 

“Wait, really?” You questioned.

“Yeah… I mean, they do like taking me to a lot of the places we’re planning on going to. They might be a bit jealous you guys are taking up time with me.” He shrugged. 

“Send them my apologies. I didn’t realize that we took away their sweet baby grandson.” You reached for his cheek, pinching and wiggling it. 

“He’s an only child. I don’t blame his grandparents for wanting to monopolize his time.” Chance chimed in, being reasonable as always. 

“I guess…” You sighed. “Must be nice not having to fight for your grandparent’s attention.” You chided. 

“Pfft, like you can complain. You have one sibling.” Chance scoffed. “Try fighting for anyone’s attention when you're a middle child of six.” 

“Sorry I wasn’t raised in the Italian hellscape that you call home.” You retorted with a snicker. 

“Irish-Italian hellscape.” Chance corrected with a grin. 

“That sounds like an oxymoron.” You chuckled. 

“I feel like that could define much of our friend’s life.” Parker joined in. 

“Fair point.” You conceded, with a nod.

Together you continued through the three deserts in the dome. Spotting various wildcats, peering into reptilian enclosures, and viewing desert flora. Occasionally Parker would chime in with some fun fact that he recalled from his memory. 

When you finished the Desert Dome, you made your way to the nocturnal animals section. Heading down a flight of stairs, you round a corner and enter a very dark area. Lit up in red lights. At the start of the area you peered into a bunch of enclosures containing various rodents, reptiles, and amphibians. Squinting, you tried to see the animals. 

Eventually, you made your way into an area that looked like a cave. Before you turned the corner you heard sounds of squealing and flapping wings. Beside you, you felt Chance stiffen up. Looking up at him, you saw his breathing had become slightly shallow. On your other side, Parker wore a big grin. Appearing excited to see the winged nocturnal creatures ahead, he paid little mind to Chance’s change in demeanor. 

Slowly, you reached for Chance’s hand. Gripping it softly, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. Turning to look at you, Chance let out a breath he had been holding. He smiled softly, squeezing your hand back. It was nice knowing that he was able to rely on you for comfort. Together, you walked through the space. You were going to try and slip past the bats, but Chance stopped you. 

Chance stood, watching intently at one of the enclosures filled with bats. His hand gripped yours a bit tighter, and you could feel it grow slightly clammy. Using your other hand, you gave his arm a soothing caress. Leaning up to his ear, you spoke to him over the noises. 

“We don’t have to stay here.” 

“I know.” Chance shuffled in place. “But I don’t want you to miss anything.”

“Chance, it’s not the end of the world if I don’t look at the bats.” You pat his arm. 

“I guess. I just don’t want to ruin your time here.” He gave you a sincere look that had your heart fluttering. 

“Did you think of that when you spoke to me in the car?” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them. 

As you watched Chance, you saw his jaw tighten at your statement. Glancing at you, you caught a glint of something in his eyes. Touche. He thought. 

Shit, you realized you had started up what you had hoped to end. 

“From the way you had responded to me, I don’t believe I ruined anything.” He spoke lowly, leaning close to you. 

You tried pulling away from him, but his hand only gripped yours tighter. The room's lighting made Chance appear somewhat menacing. The image had you gulping. 

“Well? Did I ruin your zoo experience before it even began?” It was clear he was demanding an answer. 

“No.” You let out a shaky breath. “You didn’t.” 

At your words, the grip on your hand softened. He didn’t let go though. Deciding to hold your hand throughout the rest of the exhibit. Now it was your turn to have cold and clammy palms. Chance’s words reverberated through your mind, making you shiver. You just had to say something… You admonished yourself. 

Beside you, Parker was none the wiser. Gleefully weaving through the crowd to look into another enclosure, then waving over you and Chance to look inside. If Chance had anything else planned for you, he gave you no indication of what that would be. You didn’t know if that should make you relieved or very, very nervous. The latter was the likely option. 

Blinding afternoon sun hit your trio as you exited the building. When you blinked away the sunspots, you realized Chance had released your hand. Your now free hand clenched onto nothing as you looked over at him. Sporting a smirk, the man turned away from you. Not granting you any satisfaction of trying to get a gauge on what was going on in his mind. 

Together you continued through the zoo. Taking some reprieve from the heat in the aquarium. All of you oohing and ahhing as you walked through the aquarium tunnel surrounded by various fish and sharks. Parker particularly enjoyed the penguin enclosure. You had the benefit of viewing it during feeding time. Watching the zookeepers toss fish to the penguins, seeing them dive in and out of the water to eat.

The next stop was the Butterfly and Insect Pavilion, yet another stop Parker was excited about. Though you weren’t surprised, the man had quite the fascination for the creepy crawlies. Butterflies at least, weren’t too bad. 

When you had entered the butterfly section, you giggled as a few had made their way around Chance. Lightly landing on his head and shoulder. 

“You know, butterflies are attracted to the scent of urine.” Parker stated with a grin and nudge against Chance. 

“What does that say about you?” Chance asked, crossing his arms as he watched a few land on Parker. 

“They also like the scent of death.” You chimed in. “And sweat. You guys are gross.” You stuck your tongue out at them as you continued onward. 

While Parker was practically pressed against the glass of the insect enclosures, you kept a bit of a distance. Politely watching the bugs move about in their spaces, as you held back shivers at the sight. Looking over his shoulder, Parker spotted you looking uncomfortable. Sauntering over, he gave you a soft smile with a hand on your shoulder. 

“Are you okay? I know bugs kinda creep you out.” The beginning of this conversation felt like deja vu to you, except you were on the receiving end this time.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just keeping my distance is all. I know you like this,” you waved your hands about, “stuff.” 

Rolling his eyes, Parker patted your shoulder. 

“You little people pleaser.” His hand moved to your head, ruffling your hair lovingly. His attention then moved to Chance who was looking into an enclosure with a spider. “Both of you are.” Parker left it at that, moving onward in the exhibit. 

Moving along, you eventually found yourself at an enclosure you were very excited for. In an outdoor space you watched as giant giraffes roamed around. Many made their way to an area where people were holding out branches for them to eat off of. Giddily, you encouraged your friends to move faster. 

“I saved up for this one!” You proudly told them, even though it didn’t really cost that much in the grand scheme of things. 

“Oh, are we feeding the giraffes?” Parker had now joined along with your enthusiasm. 

“Uh, hell yeah we are!” You said. 

Chance shook his head and chuckled at your childlike enthusiasm. Though, he had to admit, it sounded pretty fun to him as well. 

The three of you were given branches before you headed onto a balcony over the giraffe enclosure. As you proceeded to lean your arms over the ledge, the tall creatures made their way to you. One reached out a long tongue to encircle the branch, then ripped off some of the leaves with its teeth. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you felt that innocent whimsy of youth fill you at the sight. Both Parker and Chance appeared to be feeling the same. Bright smiles plastered on their faces as they watched in awe at the creature before them. How such a simple act could make someone feel such joy? You didn’t know. You were glad you got to experience it with your friends though. 

As you were leaving, Parker and Chance were rambling on about the animals.

“I went to one zoo before, and they actually ate directly from your hand. Their tongues are so slimy!” Parker said. 

“Ugh, that sounds gross.” Chance cringed at the thought of feeling a slimy tongue on his hand. 

“I thought it was pretty cool!” Parker said with his characteristic enthusiasm. “I’d love to have a tongue that long. Imagine the things you could do!” He proceeded to stick out his tongue, demonstrating that it was quite long. The muscle practically touching the bottom of his chin. 

Immediately, your thoughts moved to somewhere significantly less innocent. Shaking your head, you tried to remove them from your brain. As if he caught your mind’s shift, Parker sucked his tongue back in with a smirk.

“Like what you see?” His gaze grew dark.

“What?” You feigned ignorance. 

“Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring.” Parker teased. 

No, you couldn’t let this start again. It didn’t seem like Parker was going to let it go though. Turning to Chance he motioned toward him with his hand.

“How long is your tongue?” Parker asked him.

“Um, why do you want to know?” It seemed like he hadn’t noticed what Parker had. 

“Just because. Gotta see who’s the most giraffe like here, and I think I’m winning.” He proudly pressed a thumb to his chest. 

Shrugging his shoulders, Chance stuck his tongue out as far as it could go. It only reached about half-way down his chin. 

“Guess you win,” Chance shrugged, wiping his chin off. 

“Guess I do.” Parker eyed you with a smirk, spotting the light pink your cheeks were sporting. 

“Whose do you like better?” Parker asked you.

Shaking your head side-to-side you didn’t answer. Instead, you tried to move on to the next enclosure. Whatever was going on had suddenly clicked for Chance, a smirk growing on his face as well. 

“Wait, you’re just going to leave the conversation like that?” Chance called after you.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” You huffed, feeling your cheeks burn even more than they already were.

“That’s pretty rude!” Parker said in a sing-song voice as he sidled up alongside you. 

Chance followed, moving to your other side. Both had you trapped between them. 

“You guys are the fucking worst.” You grumbled through gritted teeth. 

“Why’s that?” Chance asked, brow raised expectantly. 

“Yeah, why is that?” Parker chimed in beside you.

“Because you keep making things weird…” You trailed, keeping your gaze forward. 

Just ahead you spotted the elephant enclosure. Picking up your pace, you hoped you could manage to make the animals a new distraction. 

“Honestly, I think you’re the one making it weird.” Parker said. 

He stretched his arms up with a groan, revealing a bit of his toned stomach. Your eyes flitted to the bare skin, then back ahead. Internally you admonished yourself for your visual slip-up. You knew Parker noticed as another grin grew on his face. 

“Parker and I are enjoying ourselves just fine, you seem like the odd one out.” Chance said. 

Grumbling, you stopped walking. They were just going to keep doing this, weren’t they? Fine, so be it. 

“Okay.” You agreed. “What if we make a deal?” You moved your head side to side, looking them both in the eyes. 

“What kind of deal?” Chance crossed his arms, eyeing you suspiciously.

“One that I think will please all of us.” You chose your words purposely, enjoying the fact that you had piqued their curiosity. “If you stop this suggestive nonsense during the day, I’ll go along with whatever scheme you two have cooked up tonight.” Oh, that was a dangerous deal to make.

You almost regretted it when you watched the two give each other a shared satisfied look. 

“You’ll go along with anything?” Parker pressed, desperately hoping you would confirm you would do so.

Feeling anxiety bubble in your stomach, you slowly nodded. 

“Yes… with parameters.” You added, hoping that would save you somewhat.

“What kind of parameters?” Chance asked, leaning even closer toward you. 

Feeling your breath hitch, you stepped back slightly, only to bump into Parker. The man behind you lightly grabbed your arms to stop you from tripping.

“Whoa! Careful there.” He teased, making your face grow hot.

Biting your lip, you thought about the restrictions you wished to impose. Glancing back at Chance, you gave him a stern look. 

“I’m not doing anything with you.” You said.

“But you just-.” You cut him off with a hand. 

“Let me rephrase; I’m not… fucking you.” You said the last part quietly, realizing the family friendly environment that you were still in. 

If they were disappointed, you didn’t notice a change in their demeanor. 

“That’s fair enough for me. So everything else is on the table?” Chance glanced at Parker, who gave him a nod of approval. 

“Sounds good to me.” Parker agreed. 

Even if they couldn’t fuck you, you knew they could ask other things of you. In the end though, would that really be so bad? The thought almost excited you, even if it also filled you with a deep anxiety. Regardless, they had agreed to your conditions. 

“Great! So please, no more of this.” You said, motioning between you and Chance.

“Till tonight.” He added, gaze dark. 

“Till tonight.” You agreed with a gulp. 

The rest of your zoo visit went by without any more comments from the men. Every so often, you felt their hungry gazes on you. There was no doubt, they were going to ask something of you. What it was, you weren’t sure. Based on what they had done together that morning, anything could happen.  

The three of you continued your zoo trip. Enjoying various other exhibits. The sea lion training was a hit for all of you. Whenever you passed by a primate enclosure you and Chance commented that all of them appeared to look like Parker. The man took the jabs in stride, adding his trivia about each of the species to make himself seem cooler through the resemblance to the animals. 

When you were done with the final exhibit, you all made your way out of the zoo. Not before stopping in the gift shop, of course. Deciding to bring home a little trinket, you bought yourself a magnet to add to your family’s fridge collection. Parker ended up walking out with a t-shirt while Chance abstained from purchasing anything. He said he promised to get something for one of his siblings when you all were in Oregon, but had no interest in the kitschy stuff otherwise. 

You piled back into Chance’s truck, then headed off to your next campsite. This time you were staying at Lake Cunningham. The next morning you knew Chance and Parker were planning on fishing for a little bit before you took off for your next destination. Meaning you got to sleep in with the tent all to yourself. 

As you pulled into the area, you spotted the lake. Afternoon sun gleamed off of the blue water that was littered with small boats. Many people were out and about. Walking trails, fishing, and playing frisbee golf. 

When you arrived at your campsite, you got your tent pitched up much faster this time. Both you and Chance looked over your site, hands on your hips with pride at the work. When you shared a glance with him, you felt a pit of anxiety begin to grow. That hungry look had returned once more. You didn’t know if you wanted to know what he had been planning. 

There was still some time before you were going to head into the city for dinner, so Parker pulled out his bag of frisbee golf discs. You honestly had no idea how he had managed to pack so many games with him, not that you were complaining. When Parker pulled out a game, you knew you were in for a good time. 

“Alright, Bradley, how do we play this?” You asked as the three of you stood on a concrete slab. 

A few yards away stood a metal basket with chains, the “hole” that the frisbee was supposed to go in.

“It’s pretty much like regular golf. Wherever your frisbee lands, you shoot from that spot toward the hole.” He pointed at the basket. 

From his bag he pulled out a bright red disc. Angling his body to the side, he lined himself up with the hole. It was clear he was a practiced player. He waved his arm back and forth, angling it just right. With one final movement, he released the disc. It flew through the air, landing in the basket perfectly. 

Politely, you clapped at the hole-in-one. Parker gave you a bow and a smile, then offered a disc to you. 

Taking it, you attempted to copy Parker’s movements. Lining yourself up sideways, you tried to angle your hand like he did. It was interesting though, the disc weighed a bit more than you expected. Pulling your arm forward and back, you let it release. There wasn’t enough force behind your throw, and the disc landed a few feet away from the hole. Throwing your arm down in a “drat” motion, you walked up to the disc. Thankfully, you were close to the hole. Only needing a little force behind your throw, you got the disc caught in the chains.

“Nice one!” Parker said, jogging up to you. “You’re a natural!” He patted you on the shoulder. 

“It’s the first hole, Parker.” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. 

“And you’re doing amazing!”

Looking over at Chance, Parker gave him a thumbs up. Nodding, Chance lined up his shot. It seemed like he was equally as versed in the game. He released the disc, and it landed in the basket just like Parker’s.

“You’ve played before?” You ask Chance as he joined you and Parker.

“Yeah. I was the one that showed Parker how to play, or I guess it was my dad that did.” Chance said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“He took us on a guys camping trip and we played a lot of frisbee golf.” Parker said. 

“Parker kinda became obsessed with the game.” Chance added. 

The reveal made you feel a bit sour. You had forgotten about Chance’s dad’s annual guy’s camping trip. One that you were never invited to despite being the two’s best friend. Though, you didn’t blame the guys. Chance’s dad was the one that made that decision. From what you had been told it was a non-negotiable event with his dad, and Parker was a good emotional buffer to have around Chance’s father. 

“Well, I’m glad you found something to enjoy.” You said, attempting to move on from the uncomfortable undertones of the conversation. 

As your game wrapped up, the sun was beginning to set. When you reached the final hole, you let out a gasp. The holes were far away with trees blocking your view of them. It seemed like this was no big deal to Parker who was in the lead. 

Lining up his shot, he tried to add some curve. Hoping to get around the trees. Sadly, his plotting did not work. The disc landed in some brush. Sucking his teeth in frustration, Parker moved to go grab the disc. Pulling it out of the branches, he brushed away some leaves. Angling his head, he tried to determine the best way to go about reaching the hole from his position. From where you stood you could tell he had made a realization of some sort. 

Slumping his shoulders, Parker conceded to the fact he would have to make three moves. Throwing the disc a short distance, he found he had a straight shot to the hole. Taking the final throw, he managed to make it into the basket. Pumping his fist, he motioned for you to take your turn. 

You were failing miserably. Extremely behind your friends as it took you too many tries before reaching the basket. Even once missing the basket when you were right in front of it. Eyeing the little bit of the hole you could see, you attempted to line up your shot. Your tries were in vain, the disc also landing among the trees. It didn’t help that the disc didn’t fly very far either. 

After four more throws, with a couple of lands in the trees, you managed to reach the hole. Parker gave you a sympathetic smile and a pat on the back as you slumped over in defeat. 

“Alright Chance, if you can make this in two shots, you win!” Parker called over to the other man. 

Nodding, Chance narrowed his eyes toward the distance. He was neck and neck with Parker throughout the whole game. Now was his opportunity to reign supreme in frisbee golf. Taking in a breath, he motioned his planned movements. With a good amount of force, he managed to get a good distance on the disc. As it flew, it slightly curved. Exactly what Chance wanted. Where it landed, Chance had a straight shot to the hole. One that he took and won. 

Parker whooped and applauded for the man. 

“Good game guys!” Parker said, smiling brightly.

You couldn’t help but return his enthusiasm. His excitement over games was often very infectious. 

Looking at the horizon, Chance realized that nighttime was approaching. He glanced over at you, but decided to keep that information to himself. 

“Ready to get some grub?” He asked your group. 

Right on cue, Parker’s stomach grumbled.

“Absolutely.” He said. “I’m so ready for a burger.”

Parker knew of a good burger joint in downtown Omaha, so you decided to forgo a campfire dinner for the night. 

Before heading out, you all freshened up and changed into evening clothes. When you were ready, you hopped back into Chance’s truck. Once you were inside and buckled up, Chance started the car. When you were out of the campgrounds, Chance decided to share his earlier epiphany. 

“So, it’s going to be nighttime soon.” He said lowly to you.

“So?” You didn’t catch what he was getting at.

Like he had done during your first car ride, Chance’s hand found its way to your thigh.

“So, that means it will be night soon.” His gaze flitted to you, then back to the road.

“Oh yeah! That’s right…” Parker realized what Chance was saying, leaning toward you to purr into your ear. “You know what that means…” He said your name lowly, making you shiver. 

Eyes wide, the realization dawned on you. Fuck. 

“I-I meant like when we got back to the tent after dinner! Like when we’re close to turning in for the night.” You tried to defend yourself from what was about to come. 

“You told us to stop “making things weird” during the day. From what I can tell, daytime is almost over.” Parker chuckled as you both gazed toward the setting sun. 

“You know what I meant!” You tried again, but knew it was futile. 

“Yeah, we do! And daylight is fading. So you know what that means.” Chance’s hand gripped your thigh tighter, making you jolt. 

“I guess I do.” You conceded with a sigh, gearing yourself up for a night of teasing. 

Anything… You had promised you would do anything they ask, just short of allowing them to fuck you. Gulping, you tried to steer your attention away from the hand burning against your thigh. You couldn’t though. As your mind wandered to that hand, you wondered what they had planned for you. Knowing them, it could be anything. 

Sometimes it seemed like the two shared the same mind. Often being able to read the other’s thoughts with just a glance. Though, the two shared a similar ability with you. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that they also would have their own wavelength that you weren’t privy to. 

When you parked along a street downtown, you took in a deep breath. Shutting off the car, Chance gave you a concerned look. You were about to exit the car when Chance gripped your thigh again, catching you off-guard. Pausing, you turned to give him an expectant look. Hand dropping from the car handle as you waited. Unbuckling his seat, Chance leaned toward you. Cupping your chin softly, his gaze softened.

“Look, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, you need to tell us.” 

“I will.” You said with a shaky breath. 

“Promise?” He asked, reading your wide eyed expression. 

“Promise.” You said softly. 

“Good.” He released you, then moved to exit the car. “I’m excited to see where this goes.” His expression shifted into a knowing smirk. 

Feeling your heart rate pickup, you nodded. Gearing yourself up for the evening, you exited the car. 

“You two having more secret conversations in the car without me?” Parker chided you and Chance as you joined him. 

“Just making sure we’re all on the same page tonight.” Chance said. 

“Sounds good to me! Now, I’m starving!” Parker said, looping his arms around you and Chance’s necks to pull you against him. “My belly is begging for a burger!” 

You and Chance chuckled at Parker’s antics, then pulled out of his grasp. The three of you made your way through the downtown area. Compared to Chicago, it wasn’t much to look at. Many industrial buildings of the past had been converted into mutli-complex buildings with apartments and businesses filling the spaces out. The city’s riverwalk was quite quaint at least. 

Parker led the way, a map pulled up on his phone as you traversed the area. As you walked, Chance reached for your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he made sure to help you maneuver past various pedestrians. Like before, his hand burned against your skin. In turn, it made your cheeks flare up. 

Eventually you landed at the entrance to a nice looking restaurant. The facade of the building appeared to be that of an old factory, still made up of the brick it had been originally built with. Above the entrance hung a sign with an image of a cow. 

Inside, a hostess sat behind a podium with a tablet. She glanced up and acknowledged you with a nod, then looked back down at the tablet. 

“Reservation?” She asked. 

“Yup! Should be under Bradley!” Parker said with a grin. 

Moving her finger down the tablet, she tapped. 

“Bradley, table for three at seven?” She asked, glancing up again.

“That’s us!” 

The hostess grabbed three menus, then weaved you through the restaurant. The anxiety in your stomach doubled. She had brought you to a dimly lit corner of the restaurant where few tables sat. You would be alone with the men, and there was likely no one to listen into your conversation with them. 

Glancing at Chance and Parker, you realized they were waiting for you to pick your seat. Likely to trap you into a booth with one of them. Sighing quietly, you scootched into one of the seats. Chance slid in beside you, and Parker sat in front of you. A grin that had your stomach in knots was plastered on his face. 

After setting down the menus, the hostess left your table. Quickly afterwards, your waitress arrived at the table. 

“Good evening! I’m Mary, I’ll be your waitress today! What’ll ya’ll be havin’ for drinks?” She asked in a cheery voice. 

Looking over the table, you found the drink menu. You were going to need something with alcohol in it to stop your nerves from frying around the men. Reaching for it, you perused the options then settled on something with a decent alcohol content. 

“I’ll have a water.” Then you added your drink choice. 

The men ordered water and beer. 

After looking over your IDs the waitress took your orders and promised to be back with them.

Now, you were left alone. Despite being a large restaurant, you felt as if you were in a tight space. Like the booth you were in with the men was the only area you were currently contained in. The two eyed you expectantly. 

“So… the zoo was fun!” You tried to start up the conversation, hoping to avoid something uncomfortable. 

“Yeah it was!” Parker said with a smile, but his eyes reflected something other than happiness. 

Slumping down in your seat, you groaned. Pinching your eyes shut, you sighed. Might as well get this over with.

“Just get on with it.” You said, trying to feign some ounce of confidence. 

“Oh we will.” Parker said. “We’re just waiting.” 

“Waiting for what?” You asked.

“To get our drinks and order our food.” Chance added, as if it was obvious. “Don’t want to be interrupted.”

“What about when our food arrives?” You asked. 

“That’s a good point.” Parker added, looking at Chance for an answer. 

“True, but I think I’ll be tired of waiting before then.” He looked back at Parker. “Don’t you think so?” He asked lowly.

“I-I guess…” Parker couldn’t look into the other man’s dark gaze, his cheeks flushed red.

Glad to see that you weren’t the only one affected by Chance’s domineering attitude. Though, Parker was capable of a similar tone, so you weren’t in the clear whatsoever. 

After a moment, the waitress returned with your drink orders. As if she could feel the growing tension, she tried upping her cheery attitude. 

“I hope you enjoy your drinks!” She said, smile just a tad too wide.

Quickly, she set the drinks down, then she pulled out a small notepad. 

“Ready to order?” She asked.

“I certainly am!” Parker said, switching to his own overly friendly persona.

“Great! What can I getcha?”

As Parker ordered, you skimmed over the menu as fast as you could. Because of your conversation, you had forgotten to look over the menu. At this point, you didn’t even know if you were very hungry anymore. However, it probably would be a good idea to try to eat. Even if the men were making your stomach churn with nerves. 

“What about you?” The waitress asked you. You hadn’t realized that Chance had already given his order. 

“Oh um…” Looking at the menu, you made a decision and told her.

“Oh I love that one! It’s so so good!” She said, reaching for your table’s menus. “I’ll be back with those orders in a jiffy!” 

“Take your time!” Parker waved as she skittered away from your table. Turning back to you and Chance, he placed his hands under his chin and pointed between the two of you. “What now?” He asked with a coy smirk.

“We talk about what we enjoyed during the day and appreciated each other’s company!” You chimed in, with a strained smile.

“Nice try.” Chance nudged you, then turned to Parker. “You know what we discussed.” 

“I thought we were going to wait till we were back to do that?” Parker gave him a nervous look.

“Meh, we got lucky. No one’s going to listen in on us here.” Chance leaned toward the other man. “Plus, it’s a little more fun when there’s a bit of risk involved, no?” His low timbre had Parker shivering. 

“R-right.” 

“What are you guys talking about?” You crossed your arms defensively, trying to hide your own nervousness. 

“You are going to answer every question we ask you honestly.” He said. Before you could speak, he continued. “And we will do the same. For you and each other.” 

“Yeah. We’re trying to be FAIR.” Parker emphasized the last word, calling back to the previous night. 

“Right. Fair…” You glanced away from them. “Fine.” You huffed in defeat. You’ll go along with whatever they want. 

“Great!” Chance clapped his hands in satisfaction. “I’ll start easy. What’s your favorite animal?” He asked you and Parker. 

Okay, that was easy enough. Though you knew it wouldn’t end there. 

You shared your favorite animal, then turned to hear Parker. 

“Hmmm… I think the orchid mantis, oh wait, hmm… Maybe axolotls, no, maybe… peacocks. No, peacock spiders!” He gave you a bright smile when he landed on a conclusion, though you had a feeling he didn’t truly know if that was true himself.

“Mine’s the lynx or komodo dragon.” Chance said. 

The two options were vastly different, yet totally made sense as to why Chance would like them. 

“Alright, who’s next?” You asked the two. 

“Let’s have you go.” Chance motioned to you. 

“Okay…” Wracking your brain, you tried to come up with a good question. One that was fun though, you weren’t ready for the suggestive ones yet.

“What was your least favorite subject in high school?” You asked. 

Chance gave you a questioning look, then let out a chuckle. He knew exactly what you were doing. He wouldn’t let you avoid it for long.

“I’d have to say Mr. Johnson’s Chem 2 course. I swear he had something against me.” Chance said, a scowl on his face at the thought of the teacher.

“I asked for a subject, not a class.” You teased, recalling how terrible of a teacher the man was.

“Fine, Chemistry. Better?” Chance rolled his eyes.

“Math. Hands down, absolute worst.” Parker cringed at the mention of the subject. 

“For someone so good at number games, I’m surprised you hate math so much.” You said.

“Game numbers are different from real numbers.” He pointed a finger at you. 

You shared your least favorite subject, recalling a teacher that you disliked that taught it. 

“Your turn Parker.” You said. 

The grin on his face made your stomach drop. 

“What’s the best makeout sesh you’ve ever had?” Parker asked, then added. “Minus the one we shared last night. Obviously, that’s the best one.” He said with a chuckle. It was an attempt to avoid the possible hurt of hearing that it wasn’t the best, but he wouldn’t admit that.

Both you and Chance were blushing. So he just really started it? Turning to Chance, you motioned for him to go first. Then he motioned for you to go. Shaking your head, you motioned for him. Sighing, he accepted.

“It was Hector…” He trailed. 

“You got with Hector?” You asked surprised. The guy seemed super shy, though Chance was pretty good at pulling people out of their shells. 

You didn’t get to know him too well, but he had worked backstage with your friends when you all volunteered at your local community theatre. From what you could tell, he was a sweetheart. 

“Yeah.” Chance tried leaving it there, but Parker didn’t let him. 

“What made it so good?” He asked, waggling his brows suggestively. 

“He was really sweet.” 

“Oh c’mon, Chance! You know that’s not what I meant. Give me,” Parker then pointed between you and him. “Give us the juicy deets. Like, was he good with tongue, you know?” He looked at you for support.

You shrugged, then looked at Chance expectantly. 

“Well, was he good with tongue?” You pressed Chance. 

Letting out a flustered huff, Chance shook his head.

“Yes, fine! He was good with tongue. Like I said, really sweet. He liked to talk, a lot. Like he kept complimenting me and stuff…” Chance’s face grew red at the memories. 

“Aww, that’s cute!” Parker leaned on his hands with a lovestruck look in his eyes. Then, his gaze flitted to you. “What about you?”

“What about me?” You asked, face growing hot.

“What was the best makeout sesh you have ever had?” He asked.

Both he and Chance were watching you intently, waiting for your response with bated breath. 

“Um, it was during the summer after my sophomore year in college. It was really hot.” You tried leaving it at that. 

“Nuhuh. You don’t get to not tell us who it is.” Parker jabbed a finger in your face. 

“It was Eddie Watts.” You grumbled out, cheeks dark red. 

“Wait, seriously?!” Chance exclaimed, leaning in toward you.

“Yes, seriously.” You said, confused by his shock. 

“I swear you hated the guy!” He said.

“Oh, no, that was pure flirting.” Parker chimed in with a smirk. “You two wanted each other so bad, I remember!” 

“But you guys bickered all the time!” Chance still couldn’t believe it, remembering the fights you had with the man. 

“We fought over creative differences.” You admitted. “Otherwise we’re pretty close.” 

“You still talk to him?” Chance felt a spike of jealousy hit him in the chest.

“Yes? Him and Volt. I swear I told you guys this.” You gave Chance a confused look, it wasn’t like you kept your other friendship secret. 

“You did. We’re visiting their bar in L.A.” Parker backed you up. 

“Oh. Okay.” Chance could not remember that, or maybe, he chose to forget. 

“Whatever. Anyways, yes, it was Eddie. Are you happy?” You prodded Parker. 

“Nope!”

“Huh?!” You raised your brows in surprise.

“You gotta give a bit more detail than that. What made it the best?” He smirked at your blushing face.

“Um, well… He’s hot, I guess. And really good with his tongue… and hands…and can I be done please?” Your eyes pleaded with Parker. 

Sighing sadly, he nodded.

“I guess that’s enough, for now.” Then, a memory hit him. “Wait, was he the one that gave you that huge hickey under your ear? The one that your mom yelled at you about in front of us?” Parker began to cackle at the memory. “She thought it was us!” He motioned between him and Chance. 

“Ugh… yes. He liked to stake his claim.” You admitted, then immediately regretted that. Eyes wide as you watched your friend’s reactions to that statement.

“Stake his claim!” Parker, held in another cackle. “Holy shit! I did not realize the type of people you were into.” 

Chance didn’t say anything. Inside he was bubbling with jealousy, he was working overtime to cool his outward appearance. The kind of people you were into…

“Whatever, what about you, Bradley?” You pressed Parker.

“Sophia. Hands down. That woman has, like, the most magical mouth.” Parker practically purred at the thought of her. “And she always tasted so fucking good.” Parker looked between you and Chance with a grin. “Your turn, Chance.”

Glancing at you, Chance felt that jealousy bubble within him once more. There was a question eating away at him, but he didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer. Curiosity was getting the better of him, he NEEDED to know. 

“I’ll answer this next question first.” Chance said. “You’ll answer last.” He said to you. 

“Ooooh, mixing it up! I like it.” Parker said. “Hit us with it.”

“Who did you lose your virginity to and when did it happen?” Chance was looking directly into your eyes, making you feel very hot. “Senior prom, with Penelope.” Chance said, turning to Parker. 

“Sophia, junior year of high school.” Parker said with confidence. 

Your friend had already shared that with you and Chance before. Very proudly sharing that he had lost his virginity first. You and Chance on the other hand had not shared your “first-time” stories with each other.

Chance’s reveal wasn’t all too surprising for you. Senior year he seemed very frustrated with his lack of “getting with” anyone. So, Penelope was not something that came out of left field. 

Wringing your hands together, you wondered if you should lie. Revealing your story to them would have Parker giving you shit for ages. Seeing how Chance had responded to your previous answer, you had a feeling he was not going to enjoy your next response. 

A large pause occurred after Parker’s answer.

“Well, what about you?” Chance asked lowly.

Biting your lip, you realized it was inevitable. They would find out eventually, might as well be now. 

“The summer after my sophomore year of college…” You let out a breath. “With Eddie…” 

“I knew it!” Parker cheered for himself, but you stopped him with a hand.

“I’m not done.” You let out another shaky breath. “With Eddie… and Volt.” 

[blueboobun]

Munch Mac + jealous sex? Also imagine Mac taking inspirations from the smutty fanfics you read and write for how to please you 😏

HEHEHHE Mac eating out HEHEHE

I'm not the best at writing jealousy, so I had a hard time coming up with a premise but I think it came out hot

Word count: 553

It starts small.

A change in Mac’s usual tone when you mention one of the others. A tightness in their smile when you tell them about a conversation with another dateable. At first you think you’re imagining it, but tonight, when you casually bring up how charming one of them was, Mac snaps.

“Charming?” Their voice pitches sharp, cracking mid-word. “That’s great. Not like I care.”

You arch a brow, leaning against the desk. You study them for a second before cracking a smile. “You don’t care?”

Mac fiddles with the cord of their jacket, cheeks pink. “Why would I? I told you to… to explore your options. Compare ports. Run diagnostics.” They laugh nervously, but it doesn’t reach their eyes. “I’m not jealous.”

But the way they’re biting their lip, the way their leg bounces against the footplate of their chair, it tells a different story.

You grin, teasing. “You’re so jealous.”

Their head jerks up, eyes wide, face blazing. “Am not!”

“Oh really?” You stand up, your tone teasing. “So you wont mind if I go talk to—” 

And then knot in their chest snaps. They roll forward suddenly, grip on your wrist firmer than usual, pulling you down into their lap.,their breath uneven.

“Okay,” they grit out, their voice rough. “Maybe I am. Maybe I hate hearing you talk about them. Maybe I can’t stand thinking of you laughing with anyone else like you laugh with me.” Their fingers tighten on your hips. “You’re mine. I don’t want to share you anymore.”

You barely have time to gasp before Mac’s mouth is on yours,tongue pushing deep like they need to erase every word about anyone else. When they drag you onto the couch, there’s nothing careful about it.

They push your legs open, kneeling between them, breathless and flushed. “I’ve been…” They pause, cheeks burning hotter. “I’ve been studying.”

Your brows furrow. “Studying?”

They smirk, even as their hands shake tugging your clothes off. “Those fics you read. The ones you write.” Their voice dips, low and filthy. “You think I wouldn’t notice that folder? I’ve been memorizing every trick you moaned about in those stories.”

Heat floods you before their tongue even touches you. And then, it does.

Mac devours you. Their mouth is greedy, messy, but precise. Their tongue circling, lips sucking, fingers spreading you open like they’ve rehearsed it all. They groan against your clit, the vibration making you cry out, and then pull back only long enough to growl, “Tell me who makes you feel this way. Say it.”

You’re already writhing, clawing at their hair. “It’s—you—it’s always you—fuck, Mac—”

“Good,” they hiss, plunging two fingers inside you, angleling them just right while their mouth latches back onto you. “Because no one else is gonna make you come like this. Not them. Not ever.”

You break apart fast, almost too fast, but Mac doesn’t stop, they ride you through it, tongue relentless, fingers curling until you’re sobbing their name.

When they finally pull back, lips shining, their expression is fierce and raw. “Still think I’m jealous?” Their eyes meet yours. "When I know none of the others can make you feel better than I do?"

And even as your body trembles, your head spinning, you can’t help but laugh breathlessly. “No, baby. You’re definetly jealous.”

They groan and kiss you again, tasting of you, whispering against your lips. “Whatever, let's just upgrade this relationship already.”

[onyxluvjiro]

Now hear me out .... Dom! Barry + him trying out different waterproof mascara on you while having sex ... HEAR ME OUT NOW....

YES ABSOLUTELY

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nsfw MINORS DNI

- dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, top/dom Barry, creampie, gender neutral reader

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It started all rather tame, a kissing battle to see which lipstick lasted longer. But with how Barry’s ADHD gets the best of him, there were multiple times where you had to shut him up with a kiss, and a few of those turned rather, steamy.

It took no time at all for the idea to pop up into Barry’s head. Why not test different forms of makeup and their wearability. So you had gone through lip stick, lip gloss, while kissing, keeping it slightly tame. Until he brought out the mascara and foundation, intending to see if you would sweat or cry it off.

And so here you were, perched in his lap, thighs shaking as you sink down onto his cock, biting your bottom lip as you do so. And the sex started out quite tame, his fingers occasionally brushing up against your cheeks to test the effect of sweat on the makeup.

You couldn’t believe how well he was holding together. But that’s what happens when you indulge him in his interests. You felt insane, selfish almost as you bounce on his cock, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to an orgasm only for him to not even look remotely close.

His mouth running a mile a minute as he talks on and on about the makeup smudging bit by bit. It wasn’t until you stilled on his lap, letting out the prettiest moan did he realize you had already came.

“tsk tsk, now that won’t do, now will it? gotta test every part of your look to make sure its wearable.”

He says in a voice that you realize is quiet, condescending, yet so so hot. It took your body a moment to catch up to his movements, the way he maneuvered you around till you were laying back flat on the bed, his hips snapping almost instantly, fucking you at a brutal pace. It seemed as if he only cared for fucking you right, and testing the makeup rather than your poor overstimulated body.

He ignores your whines, focusing on the way your pretty hole sucks him in, the ring of precum and other fluids at the base of his cock with each thrust. It should be disgusting, but from the looks of it, he couldn’t be more pleased. His hand finds your sex as he fucks your hole, his thumb rubbing circles into it, and you swear you can see heaven from down here.

He doesn’t even stop after the second orgasm he ripped out of you, a soft smile gracing his features as he praised you highly. It’s only when a sob rips out of your lips, paired with a soft tear dripping down your face do his hips falter and his mouth stop running.

You manage to look up at the man above you through your tears, his eyes blown wide as it seemed like he discovered something new about himself. The wet tears dripping down your face didn’t have an ounce of mascara joining along, nor did it sting your eyes at all. It seemed like he chose well.

“So beautiful.”

Was all he said, his hips snapping back into a more brutal pace. His cock twitching inside of you, feeling and hearing his moans suddenly pick up along with his pace, only making you cry out more.

“perfect, so perfect, all mine. Can i cum inside? please let me cum inside.”

He whines, his fingers digging into your thighs, pressing them up and up, making the tip of his cock kiss so deep inside of you. All it took was the nod of your head as his hips stutter, dumping loads after loads of his cum deep in your hole.

Your third orgasm crashing down on you as you whine, grabbing ahold of him, pulling him close against your body. You lay there for a moment, panting before you hear Barry speak up once more.

“Do you think the more expensive brand of mascara is actually water proof?”

He asks, and you know that he will be testing it with you as soon as your little break was over.

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i love barry so so much

[a99jazzybean]

Omegaverse brainrot still has a grip on me…

Which A/B/O Date Everything Fic?

Alpha!Dorian x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Chance x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Parker x Omega!Reader

Alpha! Chance & Parker x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Hector x Omega!Reader

Alpha! Dasha x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Reader x Omega!Parker

Alpha!Reader x Omega Mateo

Voting ended onAug 20, 2025

Lots of options for all of you!!

[pirate-freak]

is anyone else obsessed with the line “Breeches, off, sword belt, ON.” from jacques love ending? i know some people have interpreted it as him wanting to be pegged but what if it’s his sword belt. what if he wants to fuck you with a strap. what if he is transgender.

[riotgurlll-deactivated20251214]

🎀Chance rant bc I’m a hoe

as a predominantly masculine and awkward chick, who usually prefers to dom both men and women, I NEED CHANCE TO TAKE THE REIGNS GOOOOD GOOOGLY MOOGLY

Like idk what it is but the thought of his dorky ass going to pussyville despite the fact I’m kinda mean(in a teasing way) GOODODODDODOODD GOD. I love sub chance just as much as the next guy okay but the mere imaginatory(not a word) THOUGHT of this man bending me over is too much to handle. digital footprint…? Hardly know her!!

anyways

like yes I want this goober to put me in a mating press?? DAFUQ? OMG STOP IMAGINE HIM SAYING LIKE “not so tough now huh?” WITH A COCKY(nerdy) SMILE AS HE ABSOLUTELY KILLS UR PUM PUM 🤯🤯

I’m just a girl, ur honor.

[threadedtrinket]

If you tried to give Dorian the silent treatment by taking the dateviators off, you'll find that your clothes will start getting caught on his door handles.

At first it'd only be caught for a second, but eventually those seconds turn into a minute or two when the silent treatment continues – that said, he'd make sure you wouldn't be pulled back towards him too forcefully – it'd mostly be enough to make you roll your eyes, sigh, or lightly chastise him.

Either way, it wouldn't take long for you to put the dateviators back on and see him standing there with a large smirk on his face.

[cactusblossom-crossing]

Okay, I do appreciate the people who draw Chance with a large chest because yes, but as someone who is definitely lacking in that area, I keep imagining this scenario over and over:

Small chested MC: *muttering* “Why do you have bigger tits than me?”

Chance: “What?”

MC: “What?”

[cactusblossom-crossing]

Keep The Peace

Baby Saja x Reader, Zoey x Reader, Zoey x Mystery Saja, Mystery Saja x Baby Saja

Warnings: Not proofread at all, cursing, physical violence (reader tries to punch/throw things at Baby), enemies to lovers, polycule, kinda cringe flirting.

Your girlfriend’s boyfriend’s boyfriend is seriously getting on your nerves. That thought would have made absolutely no sense to you six months ago, before you even gained the courage to ask Zoey out, but here you are.

Zoey was easily the best thing that had ever happened to you. She made you belly laugh nearly every day with her antics and witty quips, she made your life interesting by rambling for hours on end about her current interests and the lyrics she was writing, and you knew that you could always confide in her when you were feeling the world weighing on you. She was your safe haven, and you couldn’t imagine your life without her. Even after you found out that Huntrix was fighting demons in their spare time, you could only worry for Zoey’s safety. The thought of her losing a battle, or worse, her soul, to a demon terrified you.

Then the Saja boys had to complicate everything.

You knew without having to ask that Zoey was smitten with the lavender haired Mystery boy. Of course, you really didn’t care that your girlfriend had a crush on someone else (even you had to admit he was pretty cute), but being a demon was a giant red flag. That particular detail didn’t end up being a problem for long, as each of the Saja Boys was released from their deals with Gwi-Ma following the Honmoon. How each of them came back from literally being stabbed in the face, you were not sure, but now you could watch your adorable girlfriend be reunited with her crush. It didn’t take long for you all to assume your current relationship: Zoey and Mystery were now officially together while you were still dating Zoey.

After that was decided, you actually became very good friends with Mystery, finding that the two of you had a lot in common. If Zoey was ever out of the house, the two of you would spend time watching television together. If you ever needed to rant he was more than happy to listen, even offering good advice here and there. It was nice for a while, until his stupid boyfriend got in the way.

Mystery started dating Baby about a month after being together with Zoey, which neither you nor Zoey minded at all. Baby was a bit of a wild card to you. The two of you never really talked, and you honestly preferred to keep it that way. There was something about his demeanor that was just a little off putting, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was his nonchalant attitude, his cocky demeanor, or the fact that he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but something about him really rubbed you the wrong way. Still, you would keep the peace. Afterall, when would you ever interact with your girlfriend’s boyfriend’s boyfriend?

Turns out, all the damn time.

It started off small, with Baby making the occasional comments on the show you were watching or the outfit you were wearing, tiny little jabs that you chose to ignore. You ignored his flirtatious tone when you wore more revealing clothes, figuring he was just trying to get under your skin. He would whistle when you walked in the room, his eyes raking over your body. “Look at you. All this for me, sweetheart?” You nearly broke his nose for that one.

About a week later you were grabbing a snack at the same time that he was getting out of the shower. Needless to say you were mortified as he shamelessly waltzed through the kitchen, shooting you a knowing smirk and teasing you for checking him out. That time, he nearly took a shoe to the head.

Each new interaction meant a new level of shameless flirting on his part and a new level of violence on yours. He ignored every groan, sarcastic comment, and punch you had thrown at him, and was now on to physical touch.

You were spending a quiet evening in the living room, taking a few minutes to scroll through social media before turning in for the night, when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist. They definitely weren’t Zoey’s, being more broad and defined, but before you could turn to determine their source, a deep, playful voice whispered in your ear, “Whatcha watching?”

You nearly jumped out of your seat, whipping around to slap away the smirk that you knew was there, only for Baby to duck and race to the spot next to you on the couch. You groaned as he threw his arm over your shoulder, already dreading the rest of this interaction. Just as you had expected he donned that confident, flirtatious smirk that he always did when he decided to mess with you.

“Aww, don’t be like that. You know you looove being this close,” he teased, pulling you forward until your chests were pressed together. You pushed back against him to no avail (stupid demon strength), your face burning with rage as you finally responded to his antics.

“What do you want, Baby?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want some cuddles with my favorite little human,” he whined, pulling your face towards his. Your breath hitched as you suddenly felt claustrophobic. Did he always have to get this close?

“Fuck off with that. Can’t you go bother anyone else?”

“Nooope.” He drew out, popping the p of the word while playing with your hair. “Besides, none of them are as fun to mess with. I know you secretly love it too,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

You stood up, pushing him off of you as you stormed off to your room, hiding your face in your hood. “Go find your own fun then, freak,” you huffed before slamming your door shut. Once the door was secured behind you, you took a moment to assess your current state. Since when did your heart feel like it was about to explode out of your chest? And since when did your palms get this sweaty after an interaction with the blue-haired imp? You caught a glimpse of your flushed face in the mirror, panic setting in as you tried to ignore the reality of your situation.

His flirting was working. You were losing this battle.

Shortly after your minor mental breakdown over the situation, you heard a soft knock at the door.

“Y/N, honey, can I come in?” You threw open the door, practically dragging Zoey inside before clinging to her like a child would cling to their favorite stuffie.

“Sweetie, is something wrong? I’m loving the affection, but you look… frazzled.”

She was right, you were a mess. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to tell her what happened, but your words seemed to be caught in your throat. Your heart raced as you remembered the way Baby draped his arms around you so casually, the teasing remarks he whispered in your ear, the gentle strokes he made through your hair. It was all so overwhelming. How were you going to explain this to Zoey?

Turns out, you didn’t need to. She narrowed her eyes while she scanned your expression, a mischievous smile creeping up as she watched you squirm. “It’s Baby, isn’t it?” She beamed like a school girl revealing her friend’s secret crush.

“No! I mean, yes, but not like that!” You hid your face in her neck, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing you flustered like this.

“Uh huh, suuurrre. So what did he do this time?”

As you explained the situation to Zoey, her knowing expression remained the same. No matter how thoroughly you explained your annoyance with the nuisance that was Mystery’s boyfriend, she wasn’t buying it.

“You totally like him.”

“I do not!”

“Uh huh, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

I’m really doing my best. Guys how do you write flirting?!? Anyways, this will probably end up having multiple parts too.

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Thinking about writing a silly little drabble where reader is in a polycule with Zoey, Mystery, and Baby. Zoey and Mystery are dating, Baby is Mystery’s boyfriend, and reader is Zoey’s partner.

Thing is, Baby is constantly flirting with reader: getting in their personal space, whispering teasing remarks in their ear, walking around their shared living space without a shirt on, the works. Reader, however, hates his guts (at least they think they do) and only really puts up with him for Zoey’s sake.

Zoey and Mystery notice this happening and start plotting ways to get the two of you together. Zoey is the most enthusiastic about it. She can read you like an open book and she knows exactly which buttons to push to get you flustered. Mystery is more chill about everything, but suggests that Baby turn it down a little and try to connect with you on an emotional level.

I may write this and the next chapter of Change of Plans later.

[cactusblossom-crossing]

So I am writing this. I’m about 500 words in and trying my best to write character accurate flirting-

[cactusblossom-crossing]

Thinking about writing a silly little drabble where reader is in a polycule with Zoey, Mystery, and Baby. Zoey and Mystery are dating, Baby is Mystery’s boyfriend, and reader is Zoey’s partner.

Thing is, Baby is constantly flirting with reader: getting in their personal space, whispering teasing remarks in their ear, walking around their shared living space without a shirt on, the works. Reader, however, hates his guts (at least they think they do) and only really puts up with him for Zoey’s sake.

Zoey and Mystery notice this happening and start plotting ways to get the two of you together. Zoey is the most enthusiastic about it. She can read you like an open book and she knows exactly which buttons to push to get you flustered. Mystery is more chill about everything, but suggests that Baby turn it down a little and try to connect with you on an emotional level.

I may write this and the next chapter of Change of Plans later.

[cactusblossom-crossing]

Change of Plans: Pt 2

Your reunion with Zoey was definitely not going as planned.

This venue is absolutely packed. How people were going to get through the doors without being trampled, you weren’t sure. You watched the two security guards (seriously, the venue didn’t think to hire more than two?) were struggling to keep the waves of adoring fans at bay. You will admit that it is a bit strange that the performers were nearly thirty minutes late to their own show, but it’s not like you could complain. Afterall, your flight landed late and whatever little mishap Huntrix was having gave you plenty of time to drop your things off at your hotel before the concert. Still, you could understand the fans’ frustration as they started hounding security to let them in. When the doors finally opened, all hell seemed to break loose as people flooded into the giant arena. After flashing your VIP badge to the poor, battered front-of-house workers, you were escorted to a pretty decent seat with a full view of the stage below you. You never thought that you would ever get to experience a concert like this, assuming that it would always be a far off fantasy.

Most people were not able to make a stable living off of demon hunting alone, and those who did mostly made it off of the goodwill of those they were protecting. It was rare for demon hunters to get any acknowledgement at all, as most cultures discouraged even the mention of the beasts. It was rare for locals to have any knowledge of the actual presence of spirits at all. Sure, each place you had travelled to had their own folktales and legends of demons, but even highly superstitious people never seemed to know how close they really were to danger at any given moment. You couldn’t fault them for that, though, as most demon hunters were either born with their sense for the creatures or had to acquire them after years of training. You managed just fine by working as a freelance writer and editor. The flexibility of the work allowed you the freedom to continue your travels and fight demons in your spare time. A win-win, frankly. Still, how you managed to snag a bonus large enough to afford this trip was beyond you. You supposed that faking fluency in seven languages may have helped, but who’s to say?

You watched in awe along with the thousands of spectators below you as Huntrix took to the stage, your heart swelling as you finally saw Zoey in her element. You cheered along with the rest of the crowd as they performed perfect choreography with, wait, were those knives in Zoey’s hands? Did she just throw them out into the audience? You whipped your head to where the weapons could have possibly landed only to be met with a cloud of smoke. You scanned the audience further, wondering if anyone else noticed what just happened before you saw them. Demons, each with different, hideous forms scattered throughout the crowd. Most of them weren’t even hiding as humanoid figures anymore, their true forms out on display for anyone in the crowd to see. Your head spun as you took in this information. You knew that people back home were not the most observant either, but this was ridiculous. You panicked as you watched some of them reach for the stage before being gracefully dealt with by the three performers. You didn’t know if you should be impressed or intimidated. As the first song came to a close, you couldn’t spot any more demons in the crowd, your nerves finally settling.

You tried to pay attention to the rest of the show, but who could blame you for being distracted? You just found out that your best friend and the rest of her super cool girl group are also kick ass demon hunters! You couldn’t contain your excitement as their performance came to a close and you were escorted from your seat to a small, dark hallway. As you continued on to what you assumed was the backstage area, the security guard in front of you abruptly stopped. “Hey, are you sure this is where I’m supposed to be? It looks a little dead back here.” It was only after your naive line that the security guard let out a deep, rumbling laugh. You took a step back, scanning the area for possible exits before you noticed a strange pattern on his upper arms, one that had not been exposed until the air in the room pulled his sleeves back just right. Of course, how could you not have expected this. “This one is on me, honestly,” you sighed as you retrieved the dagger you snuck in under your blazer. You charged at the demons in front of you, landing a good blow to his shoulder as you did so, before you felt a stronger presence behind you. Three more demons blocked your path back to the exit, each one laughing darkly as they approached. You braced yourself for a fight, brandishing your weapon proudly.

As the demons drew closer, you came to a few realizations: they were all much larger than you, you were ill equipped to fight all three of them, and you have never fought so many of them in such close proximity before. You swallowed harshly as you took a step back, trying to come up with a strategy fast, when a set of familiar colors flashed behind the creatures. “Seriously? Thought we were done with you guys for the night.” As the irritated voice rang through the small space, the demons shifted their focus completely on the three figures that seemed to appear out of nowhere at the end of the hallway. “Can’t we just have one nice night?” A brighter voice chipped in before the demons charged. Before you could blink twice, the demons were nothing but a cloud of smoke and you had a set of arms wrapped tightly around your torso. “No way! Y/N, you’re here! When were you gonna tell me?! How did you get here? Wait, you totally saw those demons too didn’t you?” You let out a relieved sigh as you hugged the rambling girl back, all of the tension from the previous few moments now gone. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, Zo,” you laughed.

This chapter is pure unedited rambling, so sorry if there are mistakes. I feel like it’s important for me to note this chapter is also twice the current length of an essay that I’m currently working on that’s due in 4 days and worth 30% of my grade.

[cactusblossom-crossing]

Change of Plans: (Pt 1?)

You finally landed in South Korea, excited to reconnect with an old friend, when something catches your attention. These bastards better not ruin your plans.

You knew. As soon as you stepped off of that plane, you felt it.

The dazzling lights, the hustle and bustle of the city, nor the giant advertisements playing on every street corner could hide it. The smell of gasoline, of various treats being sold by street vendors, or even the light hint of the ocean could mask it. The cacophony of the crowds around you couldn’t drown it out.

They were here, and, by the looks of it, they were about to ruin your vacation.

You weren’t sure where you went so wrong that you now always had to have a side quest. It seemed like no matter what corner of the globe you travelled to, demons were always there causing problems. Though the spirits go by many names, they can all be boiled down into one word: evil. You had never met a benevolent demon, and you figured as you stepped out onto the streets of Seoul that you weren’t about to start.

As much as you would like to nip the issue in the bud and find the beings that were disturbing your peace as soon as possible, you knew there was no time for that tonight. You had VIP tickets that you were not about to waste on a bunch of sorry soul suckers. With how strong your senses were, you suspected that in one way or another, this city was used to it. How a place that was clearly crawling with the things wasn’t having a mass eviction of souls, you weren’t sure.

Maybe, just maybe, there were other demon hunters here. Of course, you knew you weren’t the only one. You met countless other hunters on your travels, from Berlin to Guadalajara to Mumbai. There were hunters all over the world, many of whom dedicated their whole lives to the task of slaying the evil creatures for the good of humanity. Oh how you wished you could be that selfless.

Though there were undeniably demons back home, they weren’t all that much of a threat. The beasts that came crawling out of the woodwork to lure your neighbors in were laughably bad at their job. Since you took on the task of being a demon hunter, you could count the number of souls you lost on one hand. It did help that your family happened to have more than one person who could sniff out the bastards, as many of your cousins inherited the same gift you did. Your family assured you before you decided to begin your travels that they didn’t plan on leaving home anytime soon. Most of them thought you were at least a little bit crazy for wanting to leave at all, but they knew they couldn’t tie you down.

You needed to explore. You always had. As a child, you were often caught wandering around in the dark, chasing whatever creatures you could find back into their burrows. You can’t remember how many times you were scolded for going too far off, with one particular incident involved an eight-year-old you walking in a single direction for 8 hours, only to end up in the next town over. Your family watched you like a hawk after that, preventing you from ever leaving your own little bubble.

This time, though, you had an excuse your family would approve of. Your brief time as an exchange student in California led you to make the only friend you had (besides your cousins): Zoey. The year you two spent together was filled with karaoke nights, K-drama binges, and midnight chats about the future. Even after you returned home, your phone calls would go on far into the night. You never wasted a moment with each other. Zoey would gush about her dreams of becoming a world renowned performer and lyricist, always begging you to read through her journals and rate her work.

Of course, everything she wrote was spectacular, so it’s no surprise that her face is on every other billboard you walk past in Seoul. You smiled fondly at an image of your dear friend standing tall next to the other members of Huntrix, her eyes holding the same unwavering spirit you had come to love.

No, the demons would have to wait until after the surprise. After all, getting to meet Huntrix backstage was a once-in-a-life opportunity. One you wouldn’t dream of passing up.

Getting a little silly with it and all that. I just had to get my thoughts out. We’ll see if I can come up with more. 💜