It generally depends on the day and what mood they’re in but they can be so mean.
Mocking you during sex, rutting into your walls and pinching at your achy nipples, a night between them can be total hell.
But, on the other hand, it can 100% be sweet and gentle too.
Just two men taking care of their pretty girl. You’ll be full of delicious cock while sucking on another one, mapping out the veins on Curt while Rod makes sure you’ll never forget get him.
Marking is big with Rod too. A bite here and a few scratches along his back would get him so riled up. He’d probably cum in his pants if you sat on his lap and bit up his neck. (Don’t do it, Curt will give him HELL.)
You’d be eaten out like there’s no tomorrow. Licked and sucked and tounged down so hard you’ll want to stay in bed for the rest of the day.
Curt and Rod love to fuck you around early morning. The sun peaking over the grassy horizon and the windows not doing much to keep light outside of your dark bedroom. It makes for a perfect atmosphere.
And aftercare is an art form in itself. Whatever you want is brought to you with you even needing to peep a word. They can just tell.
Their hands would be all over you always if you’d let them. Early in the morning you be face to face with a sleepy Rod, his hand low on the back of your thigh. Behind you, a snoring Curt would have his legs tucked close to yours with a warm palm on your hips.
Curt loooveesss to put his full weight on you. When you’re watching tv, curled beneath a blanket and remote in jeans, he’ll plop ontop of you. You’d be totally trapped (but you don’t really mind)
They’re so sweet to you. You’re their girl, and they treat you like you hung the stars. Because in their eyes, you might as well have.
Totally nsfw thing here of unhinged horny thoughts about the Hanks because I need those five men in a way that's concerning to societal norms: How do we feel about putting Hanks 1-4 in the cuck chair while Hank 5 ensures he's gonna be the first to get MC to have his kid
Just imagine the Hanks all sitting on the other side of the room. They can't even get each other off via Hank 5's orders while he's got MC into such a mean mating press, making sure everything he gives them goes deep enough to settle and take. Hank 5 having a bit of a power trip probably because he's got all of his lovers whining and pleading for him to let them join/cum
⋆˚꩜｡ tender is the flesh - hank 5 x reader (ft. hanks 1-4)
word count: 1.3k
contains: nsfw content (duh), cuckholding, breeding, sensation deprivation, bondage, getting fucked stupid, afab!reader (use of cunt/womb, mentions of mom/mommy), squirting, marking, multiple orgasms, dom/sub dynamics, look! no hands! orgasms, proper aftercare with a dash of concluding fluff
summary: hank 5 is having no nonsense when it comes to achieving his dream of fatherhood, even if such nonsense is his fellow hanks/boyfriends.
a/n: IK IK i said that i wanted to finish a different request before writing this but this has me locked in with inspo soooo… here it is LOL :p enjoy!
Lewd gasps and whines fill the bedroom, as Hank 5 drills his cock deeper into you; legs towards the ceiling, shaking from overwhelming pleasure and accompanied by your incoherent babbling. The brunette has folded you in half, using your legs as handles for him to better piston himself in and out of your achy cunt.
In front of the bed, sits four beanbag chairs occupied by the four remaining Hanks, each blindfolded with their wrists bound by shibari rope. Despite being restrained, Hank 1 can’t help the jerking of his hips to get some kind of relief for his weeping cock while Hank 2’s angry red one is as stiff as a board, precum dripping out. Hanks 3 and 4 are the worst off of the quartet, the redhead foaming at the mouth while his cock goes untouched and the blonde squirming against his restraints with pent up arousal.
“Hank, dude, please-” 3’s voice is utterly pathetic, breathy and laced with unresolved lust, “Just- Just take the blindfolds off! Bro, please, I just wanna see House Honey-”
“No,” 5’s command sends a shiver down the redhead’s spine, “I’m not done yet.”
3 lets out a huff, but shuts his mouth for once when he hears you cry out, “Hank, I’m coming!” and climax all over 5’s cock. Whimpers and groans escape from the other Hanks, as if they're the Hank squeezing you dry, their cocks bobbing up and down from your melodious moans.
“What an angel,” Hank 5 murmurs, massaging one of your legs and slowing down his thrusting. He lazily rubs your clit with his thumb and you mewl, “You’re doing such a great job, House Honey… taking me so well,” the stimulation on your clit has you clenching around 5’s cock like a vice, “You’re gonna be the best mommy to our baby.”
Your walls clamp hard and you sob, “I will! I will!” as another orgasm rips through you too soon. The other Hanks begin to thrash against their restraints and Hank 1 cries out to 5, “Bro, seriously! Let us help! Don’t leave us like this!”
“Dude, I need someone’s mouth on me right now,” whines Hank 4 while Hank 2 pants out, “This- This is driving me crazy, bros!”
Much to your disappointment, Hank 5 lowers your legs and pulls out, his cock hard rock despite milking so many orgasms out of you. He hops off the massive bed and walks up to his fellow Hanks; one by one, he removes the blindfolds from their faces, but not the rope from their wrists, “Don’t touch, don’t cum, only look.”
His sharp order has the others whimper like scolded puppies, but they all go jaw slack when they see the state 5 has left you in. Thick cum from the brunette’s previous orgasms has spilled out your cunt and onto the black bedsheets, akin to the Milky Way Galaxy. Your tender skin is littered with numerous love bites and burning kisses, pretty red marks as evidence. 5 returns to the bed and props you up with his arms; your head begins to droop forward, but he yanks it back up with a tug of your hair. One of his deep brown hands caresses your cheeks while he smiles innocently, “Say hi to the others, angel.”
“Hiiiiii, booooys!” you slur your words and giggle, completely fucked dumb. Hank 3 abruptly pushes himself up from the beanbag and launches towards the mattress, “It’s our-” he doesn’t have time to finish before 5 shoves him back down with a push of his foot, “Don’t make me blindfold you again, bro.”
“S- Sorry, bro…” the redhead mumbles a sheepish apology. Hanks 1, 2, and 4 exchange flustered expressions, but none dare to pull another stunt like Hank 3 did. Satisfied, Hank 5 plants a firm kiss on your lips and gently lays you down on your stomach, placing a pillow under your hips. He rubs your back gingerly and coos, “Ready to show the boys how great you are at taking cock?”
“Yes, yes!” you salivate at the mention of cock and 5 laughs, “That’s the spirit, pretty thing,” he looks down at the awaiting Hanks, “Watch me knock our House Honey up!”
The Hanks get on their knees and scoot closer to the bed, almost eye to eye with you. Hank 5 swipes at your sloppy wet cunt and lubricates his cock with a mixture of his and yours cum. In one swift motion, he slides in and bottoms out, forcing a gleeful moan from your kiss-bruised lips. 5 digs his nails into your hips and resumes his assault on your cervix, the head of his dick slamming into it without mercy. Your body jerks from his thrusts, any ounce of motor function you had lost, and your pupils are blown out of proportion. Hank 5 watches the scene unfold before him, smirking to himself at the sight of his boyfriends and partner so helplessly under his thumb.
"A- Angel," 5 later grunts, his thrusts intensifying, "I'm getting-" his nails puncture your skin and leave indentations, "-close!"
"Cum in me!" you moan, "I wanna- I wanna have your baby! Make me a mommy! Please, please, pl-"
You suddenly find yourself suspended upright, supported only by Hank 5's arms underneath yours. Your ruined form is on full display for the other Hanks, as 5 hammers his cock deeper than ever before with any shred of control gone. You dangle from his hold and allow him to abuse your womb while the restrained Hanks can only stare, dumbfounded. Hank 5 then hisses, "Coming!" and gives one final thrust before shooting ropes upon ropes of seed directly into your womb. You let out a meek cry and climax again, squirting on his cock and the bedsheets. To their surprise, Hanks 1-4 also cum, the sight of you being bred enough to push them over the edge of release.
Carefully, Hank 5 removes you from his cock and rests you on the bed, massaging your lower half and pressing gentle kisses on your face and neck, "Amazing, you did so good, angel... you took me so well."
You try to respond, but all that comes out is incomprehensible gibberish. Hank 5 leaves you alone for a moment and makes great time in untying the others, the four red-faced and dizzy from what they had witnessed. He embraces the boyfriends and gives them each a kiss on the lips, "Dudes, you were great. Hank 3, you reallyyyy gotta work on your patience, homie," he side-eyes Hank 3, who offers an embarrassed smile, "Take 5 and join House Honey on the bed."
Hanks 1-4 collapse on the bed beside you and pull you into optimal cuddling position, the five of you tangled up in one another's limbs. The last Hank returns with a cooler and a warm washcloth, he sets the cooler by the closest Hank before climbing on the bed and tending to your sore cunt. While Hank 1 passes out the waters from the cooler, 5 uses the washcloth to clean off any bodily fluid from your core, you whimpering from the touch before relaxing once the warmth dulls some of the soreness. Once you're clean, Hank 5 takes a water bottle and downs it while Hank 3 lifts you up so Hank 2 can give you water and Hank 4 rubs your stomach. Soon, everyone gets intertwined in a cuddle puddle, Hank 5 on your left and Hank 3 on your right. Your eyes begin to flutter shut, but through your exhaustion, you're able to hear someone's voice:
a/n: thank you, @zaaaras for this request!!! It was SOOO much fun to write! I have ✨️complicated feelings✨️ about my period (it gives me gender dysphoria) and I enjoyed exploring said feelings in a safe environment. we see the return of soft dom! eddie this week with the addition of service top! volt so everyone CHEER!!! also i don't have anything drafted for next week's fic (i'm having brain rot when it comes to my current fic series) so i may finally be able to release the drabbles that are decaying in a google doc ;-; anyways, enjoy! ❤️
relationship: eddie x volt x gender-neutral! afab! reader (romantic)
cws: tooth-rotting, give-you-diabetes fluff and hurt/comfort with a small helping of SMUT on the top, threesome - M/M/GN Reader with a vagina (words like clit, hole, cunt, etc. are used), soft dom! eddie / service top! volt / sub! reader, reader has some strong internalized disgust/repulsion to their period/genitalia, period symptoms such as cramps, lower back pain, acne breakouts, and headaches, blood mentions, visceral descriptions of menstrual cycles, period sex, reader receives oral twice
summary: disgust is the first and only word on your mind when it comes to your period. But you can't resist the electrifying pull of your Breaker Box, where you find comfort in the natural flow of things with Eddie and Volt. - 6.9k words! [read on ao3!]
“Fuck me.”
With morbid curiosity, you pull your blood-stained fingers apart. You shudder in disgust because how could you not be disgusted by the blood that's come out of you?
You should wash your hands - that's why they're in the sink in the first place - but your gaze still lingers on the period blood in your hands.
It's not the blood that bothers you; rather, it's a harsh reminder of the repulsion that you have for your own bodily functions.
Was it nature or nature that gave you such an aversion to menstruation? Of course, no rational person likes to bleed out of their vagina or have crippling cramps in their lower abdomen or have pain radiate all over their body, but the genuine ick you get from your body during this week doesn’t feel normal.
Have you ever felt normal about your monthly cycle? It's easy to say no when the first time you learned about your period was from a trusted parental figure in your life. It was a conversation given in hushed whispers, signaling to a younger you that this was something to hide. Any questions of yours fell on deaf ears - you'll learn for yourself, dearest - they had said.
Maybe they didn't have all the answers, or maybe they were too embarrassed to tell you what you wanted to know.
You did find out, just as they said, for yourself when you eventually had your first period. It was a weird stomachache, one that made you nauseous, but somehow didn't feel like any pain you had before. Then came the hot flashes, where you were sweating bullets in public, before your head started to pound and your poor lower back began to ache.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. And when you went to the bathroom, you figured out what that was.
You felt sorely misguided by what others told you about your impending period. The blood you expected, but all of the fucking bullshit with the cramps and the random pains all over your body? Blindsided didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.
Over time, you got used to the pains, the ebbs and flow of your cycle. It was a monthly annoyance, sure, but nothing you couldn’t handle.
What really got you was the snide comments and mocking laughter and persisting stares and the judgement that came with it.
A friend telling you to “stop being such a fucking baby” when you cancelled plans because you couldn’t find the energy to get out of bed on the first day of your period. Male coaches hounding you as you’re doubled over in pain from a bad cramp, telling you to move even though it feels like you’re going to throw up all of your internal organs. Strangers making sure to give you pointed looks as you pull on the strings of your hoodie, trying to hide the acne patches that cover your face. A group of people you thought you could trust were laughing their asses off as they tried to tell you that you bled through your pants. You smiled, hiding the waterfall of tears that fell as soon as you made it to the bathroom.
The shame was engrained long, long before you had a chance to understand why you’d feel ashamed in the first place.
So you learned to hide it - you learned when to wear dark pants, learned the right cocktail of medication to get you through your worst day, learned to grin and bear it instead of asking for help, and learned that you should never, ever talk to anyone about your period.
That last lesson was more recent, more painful than the others. You thought, oh so foolishly thought, that a romantic partner would be a safety net - a person that you could trust with such an intimate thing.
But even they couldn’t stomach you on your period.
“Babe!” You were so cheerful, so naive as you cuddled next to them in bed.
“Hey.” Their voice was soft and tender as their hand wandered up your thigh.
You wanted them - fuck, you wanted them badly - but you had just one reservation.
“Wait.” You grabbed their hand before they could explore any further.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m… on my period,” You shifted your head away from them, trying to hide the way your cheeks burn, “but I don’t mind as long as you don’t mind! I can grab some towels-”
A piece of you died when they snatched their hand away from your body with a grossed-out look on their face.
“Ew! Why the fuck would I want to touch you when you’re bleeding out of there?”
You cried yourself to sleep that night - your wet pillow being the only comforting touch that you’d experience for a long while.
If they were disgusted with you, then why wouldn’t you feel the same way about your own body?
You force your hands under the running water after you lather your hands with soap. It’s not helping to relive bad memories, along with all of the shitty feelings that come with them.
This is your life now - you have one week a month where you feel absolute loathing for your body and the way it works. You don’t even want to touch yourself during this time.
Showers are hell - it’s a mad rush to clean yourself, trying to not focus on the red liquid that drips down your thighs, as you shame yourself over and over again.
Disgusting, you’re so disgusting, who would ever want you when you’re like this-
But then there were the dateviators, which were eventually going to make you confront this issue head-on. You couldn’t just avoid all of the new friends and lovers around your house for five-to-seven days and then pretend like nothing was wrong.
So you made a mask - a persona for you to wear as you struggled through the week. A pretty, porcelain mask that hid all of the cracks and fears and imperfections that you had. You laughed at an object’s funny jokes, cried with them as they went through a rough patch, and smiled as they realized their own potential.
It was so easy to pretend that you didn’t even notice that you were beginning to slip.
The occasional wince and grunt as a strong cramp hit you - covered up by a weak “I’m fine” and a reassuring smile. The acne that suddenly appeared on your face? Oh, sorry, I forgot to do Barry’s routine last night! The one time you fainted because of a headache was the most difficult to explain away, but you managed to calm everyone’s nerves by telling them that you didn’t have enough water that day.
Tonight would be the true test of your acting, as you couldn’t lie or explain your way out of this one.
Well, you could, but they’d know. Because Eddie and Volt always fucking know.
Volt had practically begged you to come by tonight - something about trying out a few new drinks for a seasonal menu - and Eddie only co-signed on Volt’s antics by telling you that you’d really be missing out if you didn’t come.
You could never resist them, especially when they ganged up on you like that, so you agreed, not realizing that your period was due to start on that very day.
It would’ve been rude to disinvite yourself, or to not show up, so you were determined to make it through tonight.
It’s just a few drinks, you can handle this.
When you look up at the mirror hanging in your bathroom, you realize that you very-much-so cannot handle this.
The mirror is taunting you with a reflection that doesn't quite feel like you. It is you, through and through, but you don't recognize the stranger with tired eyes and blotches of acne scattered all over their face.
You sneer at your reflection while trying to decide how to hide the acne on your face. Acne patches would be far too obvious, but the foundation that Barry had experimented with earlier in the week could work.
Guilt gnaws at you as you cover every imperfection with make-up. Should you really be hiding yourself like this when you know that the outcome will be poor if you’re caught in a web of lies?
Not that it’ll be entirely poor for you, but you’re not sure if your sensitive emotions can handle the disappointed looks that Eddie and Volt will give you.
I’ll just have to put on one hell of a show, then.
With that, you’re off to face your destiny or doom - only time will tell if the ticking bomb in your lap will explode tonight, revealing all of your shame to the ones you love.
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You can’t keep up appearances.
It’s the first realization you have tonight as Dorian blocks your access to the electrical closet.
“Dorian-” You try pleading with him, but he folds his arm and stands tall.
“You need rest, love, not whatever…” Dorian briefly blushes as he pauses, “shenanigans that those miscreants have wrapped themselves up in.”
“I’m not tired.” You huff as a small jolt of pain strikes you in your abdomen.
Shit, the medicine must’ve not been a high enough dosage.
You wince slightly as your hand grabs at your stomach, trying to get your muscles to relax.
Fuck, why now?!?!
Dorian’s hand finds your shoulder before he pushes you away.
“Back to bed. Now.” He looks like he might carry you to bed if you don’t obey, so you turn on your heel and take the dateviators off as you shuffle your feet towards the bedroom.
But you feel like the lights flicker in disappointment, or maybe you’re hallucinating due to the increasing pressure in your head, but you can’t just leave your lovers hanging without a warning for the night. So you’ll just take a few deep breaths, try to ignore your growing headache and the radiating cramps in the lower-half of your torso, and then you’ll march into the electrical closet before you put on the dateviators on to tell Eddie and Volt that you’ll just swing by another night when you’re feeling better.
Yeah, that'll work.
You have to give yourself credit where credit is due - you manage to get through three-fourths of your plan without incident. The breathing helps you keep your mind off of the cramps, and kneading your temples stops the headache in your tracks. You slip into the closet, hearing Dorian’s voice mentally scold you before you even put the dateviators backed on. He’s not given a chance to pull you back before the world around you melts, and you find yourself inside of the Breaker Box once more.
Your body relaxes, as if it knows that this is one of its safe places, but your mind is on high alert.
Get in, get out, preferably without either of them touching you. God knows they won’t want to touch you after they discover that you’re on your period.
You feel your shoulders cave in as you try to make yourself appear smaller. You don’t want to take up too much of their space and time in the state that you’re in.
If you don’t want to see yourself right now, then why would they?
But you’re a glutton for punishment - serious punishment - because any thought of leaving escapes your mind when Eddie and Volt turn away from the bar to look at you.
“Live wire!” Volt sounds so happy to see you, so blissfully unaware of the storm cloud that’s lingering over your head. “No need to be shy, come over and join us!”
Your feet move without your permission as that mask slips right back onto your face.
So much for in-and-out, I guess.
You can behave yourself for a few drinks. You can fake a smile and pretend like you don’t want to rip your ovaries out of your body as you savor the Breaker Box’s newest seasonal creations. You’ve done it for years, with friends and family and co-workers and even potential partners. What’s so different about tonight?
You wonder if either of them can tell that the smile on your face is pained, tight-lipped, and carefully drawn on with the idea of fooling them and them alone - but you’re only welcomed in with warm smiles from your boys.
And that makes you feel even worse about the funk that you’re in.
They wouldn’t like this miserable version of yourself, the one that snaps and cries easily due to all of these stupid hormones from your period. You should’ve just listened to Dorian, and gone back to bed with Betty and slept the night away.
“Hi, Volt,” You sound so tired, so unsure, so unlike yourself in the current moment, “Eddie.”
They’re sitting side-by-side at the bar, with Volt’s hand wrapped around Eddie’s shoulder, but Eddie slides over to make room between the two of them. The warmth in Volt’s gaze lingers, but it’s wrapped in a genuine concern that makes you want to vomit, more so than the cramps in your stomach, as you reluctantly take a seat between them.
“Rough day?” Eddie asks before bringing a drink - straight whiskey, you assume from the golden-brown hue of the liquid - to his lips.
“Kinda?” The answer leaves you before you can take it back, “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Spark-” Volt tries to comfort you with a hand to your thigh, which would make you feel better, but then he might find out that you’re on your period and he won’t want to touch you anymore.
Because that’s how everyone else is. Why would he, or Eddie, be any different?
His fingers don’t even get a chance to touch your skin before you push his hand away.
“I’m fine, Volt.” You turn your cheek to Volt, terrified of seeing the disappointment in his eyes, but you find yourself meeting Eddie’s observant eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
You can’t tell them what’s wrong, what if they laugh at you?
“I told you, I’m-”
“-You’re not.” Eddie finishes your sentence with a bit of anger that isn’t directed at you, but his voice quickly softens, “Wait, did someone say something to you?”
You can feel the energy in the room in change as the subtle buzz of electricity in the room increases from the mention of someone upsetting you.
“If so, my sweet spark, I can be quite convincing under the right circumstances-”
“Volt.” Eddie interferes before Volt’s skin can take on a blue hue.
“It’s nothing like that, I…” You have to change directions before your lovers start a witch hunt against an undeserving party, “It’s stupid.”
“I disagree.” Volt’s response is lightning-fast, and Eddie’s quickly follows.
“So do I.”
“Live wire, if it hurts you, then I’m positive that it’s worth discussing.” Volt’s eyebrows knit with worry as he tentatively offers you one of his hands, “Let us help you.”
It’s an olive branch, one you feel completely undeserving of, but your hand slips into his with practiced ease. Volt flips your hand palm-up before gently tracing the lines on your hand. It reminds you of the time he read your palm, spitting out some cheesy line about a man that just happened to share the same characteristics as him being your destiny.
It worked on you, didn’t it?
This time, however, Volt appears to be thoroughly studying every ridge and bump on your hand, as if it’ll reveal to him what’s upsetting you at the moment.
“Volt-” You’re going to suffocate on his affection if he doesn’t stop what he’s doing right fucking now.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, my light, and I’ll make it disappear. I promise.” Volt whispers against your palm before kissing it.
God, this man can charm the shit out of anyone and get exactly what he wants, can’t he?
Volt’s piercing blue eyes do little to help your crumbling restraint, and you find yourself fumbling through some sort of explanation for the feelings and thoughts roaming inside of your head.
“I didn’t think you’d want to be near me like when I’m like this.” You turn your nose up in disgust at the mere mention of your cycle.
It’s clear that neither of them expected that answer with the way their mouths dropped in unison.
“Why would you ever fucking think-”
“Spark, there’s no realm where either of us wouldn’t want you-”
You’re so used to Volt and Eddie being in-tune with each other that rare moments like this, where they talk over one another or give opposing instructions, completely throw you off.
“Go ahead, darling.” Volt gestures for Eddie to talk first before Volt’s hand grabs your chin.
He’s always touched you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, but right now, he’s careful in his movements, as if the wrong one will set you off and shatter you into a million pieces.
It doesn’t help that you feel like you’re about to break under their care, no matter how cautious and gentle they are.
Eddie grabs your unoccupied hand and places it flat against the bar before resting his on top.
“This okay?” He asks, and he waits to squeeze your hand until you nod, “Look at me, live wire.”
Volt drops his hand from your chin with a small frown on his face before you turn yourself towards Eddie.
“Don’t ever think that I-” Eddie combs a shaky hand through his hair, “-we wouldn’t want to be near you.”
Eddie’s face heats up at the confession, and you slide your fingers through his so you can properly hold his hand.
“It’s quite dull when you’re not around, live wire,” Volt sighs, “our Eddie doesn’t carry conversations as well as you do.”
“It’s because you talk over me all of the time.” Eddie grumbles, causing you to softly laugh.
Both of your lovers relax at the sound of your laughter, and you only get louder when Volt gives you a surprise kiss on the cheek.
Maybe they’ll give me a bit of a break before I get questioned like I’m on trial for murder.
Volt’s hand then comes to rest on your shoulder, and you have to bite back a moan when he presses his thumbs into your shoulder blade. You knew you were tense from the cramps and various aches and pains all over your body, but you underestimated how sore and sensitive your body was during your period.
“You’re terribly tense, darling,” Volt mutters, and you look back at him to see his lips curl into a smile, “perhaps we can interest you in a massage?”
You should tell him no. You should tell him and Eddie no so you can crawl back into bed and deal with the situation another day.
But, fuck, does a massage sound good right now. Especially to your cramping abdomen and the strong pains in your lower back. Plus, you know that they won’t let you go so easily after your confession.
Maybe you can talk your way out of it?
…Who are you kidding, it’s Eddie and Volt. They’re gonna see through my bullshit eventually.
However, you’re even more convinced when you see Eddie’s reaction.
He blushes heavily, clearly imagining his hands wandering all over your body already, and more laughter bubbles up from your chest as his gaze fixates on your thighs.
You have to respect a man who knows what he wants.
You wonder if he’ll still want you that way with all of the blood dripping from your hole.
Don’t think about that right now. Just focus on them. They want to take care of you, so let them!
“That does interest me.” You bite your tongue and play into Volt’s antics, just the tiniest bit, before Volt’s shining grin draws you in.
“Of course it does. How about you, Eddie?”
“I…” Eddie looks away before a cute pout forms on his face.
The two of them share a knowing look, and Volt’s eyes are drenched in mirth as he speaks to you.
“He wants to touch you, spark. All over, if you’ll let him.”
“Stop it, Volt.” Eddie’s expression sours after he whines at the two of you.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear. I love holding our live wire close, feeling their skin brush against ours as they-”
“Amps’ sake,” Eddie takes your hand, and he uses it to pull you flush against his chest, “let’s go.”
“Eddie!”
You’re astonished when Eddie easily lifts you off of the seat and pulls you towards the back rooms of the Breaker Box. You manage to grab onto Volt’s jacket before he’s completely out of reach, and his chuckles echo through the club as you’re escorted to their shared bedroom.
Volt closes the door behind him, and you yelp when Eddie pins you against Volt, which pins Volt to the door.
“Darling, wouldn’t you agree that the bed would be a more suitable place-”
Volt’s breath catches in his throat as you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. It’s a gentle kiss, one that sweeps you off of your feet as his stubble scratches your chin.
His hands easily slip under your shirt, and you sigh into his mouth when the smallest buzz of warm electricity dances across your skin.
Eddie’s hands feel as good as a heated blanket - no, they’re better because they’re attached to a man who would do anything to take care of you. Even if he denies it to the moon and back.
“Spark?” Concern rests in his steel-grey eyes as he pulls away from you.
“Cramps,” You mutter under your breath, "I'm on my period.”
It flies out of your mouth so easily, but you find yourself shyly looking away the moment you realize what you’ve said.
God, they’re going to think I’m disgusting and they won’t want anything to do with me-
Volt’s hands come to rest on your sides, and you relax into his chest when he runs his hands up and down your body. He then pecks your cheek repeatedly before whispering in your ear.
“Is that why you wouldn’t let me touch you?” Volt scowls as you nod. “That’s nonsense, my dear spark.”
“You don’t think it’s weird or gross?” You ask, and you wince as you can imagine the thousands of ways that you could reject you.
But that rejection, that disgust, never comes.
“Not at all. It’s natural, just like the electricity that flows through us.” As a demonstration, Volt lifts up one of his fingers to shoot a few sparks into the air.
You’re dumbfounded as you watch the sparks fall to the ground before they’re absorbed by the carpet.
This can’t be real. You have to be dreaming. Everyone else seems so off-put by your cycle and the way your body works.
But yet again, they aren’t everyone else. If anyone would be accepting, it would be the objects in your house. They were aware - probably too aware - of the way your body functioned. Although Eddie and Volt are a little more removed than some of the other objects in your house, it wouldn’t be too difficult for them to gather some information on you, given that they caught the right objects at the right times.
They did all that, for me?
“Really?” You’re breathless as you give them one final out.
One last chance to run away from you before you pounce on them.
“Really, live wire,” Volt squeezes your sides, and you melt into his arms, “now let us take care of you.”
You squeal when both of your boys gently pick you up off of the ground and take you to the bed. You don’t have the fight in you to verbally or physically reject their advances - besides, isn’t it a dream to have a partner (let alone two!) who is willing to pamper you on your period?
Your head is set on two pillows that are neatly stacked upon one another as your body is cradled by soft, silky bedsheets - the ones you said you liked - before you’re turned onto your side. You whine when their hands leave your body, and both of them chuckle before joining you in bed.
“Arms up, spark.” Eddie lightly taps your shoulder as you awkwardly lift yourself up with your elbows.
“I can take off my own-” You’re shushed with a kiss to the lips from Eddie.
What is with him tonight?
You snort as he releases you from the kiss.
“What, did you miss me extra today?” You tease, but you immediately feel guilty when Eddie turns bright red and shyly looks away from you. “No, my love, I was joking. Please keep kissing me.”
You comply with his earlier order, putting your hands into the air, and it makes you melt when he still can’t manage to meet your eyes as he slips your shirt off of your body.
After Eddie tosses the shirt aside, you pull him on top of you as you rest against the bed once more. He grunts before your lips smash against his, and you don’t let him go until you’ve had your fill of kisses.
“What’s with you tonight?” Eddie jokes before running his hands up your chest.
You shiver at the action, and a brief smile appears on his stoic, handsome features before his hands land on your stomach once more.
“Here, right?” He whispers to you, and you answer him with a small moan.
Fuck, his hands feel good against your cramping abdomen. They provide the perfect amount of heat and pressure, and you find yourself on your side, curling up against Eddie. His fingers do occasionally dig deeper into your flesh, causing your eyes to nearly roll back into your head.
“Eddie…” You whimper his name as he climbs off of you and settles at your side.
“Stop it, live wire.” Eddie buries his head into the crook of your neck, and you giggle when you realize that his face is giving off as much heat - if not more heat - than a furnace.
“You’re going to make him do something dangerous if you keep saying his name like that, spark.” Volt teases before resting against your other side.
Volt, on the other hand, continues his earlier motions on your back. His hands are so soft, so soothing against your skin. Although it doesn’t fully eliminate the pain, you don’t feel like you’re going to collapse from the aggravating pins and needles in your lower back.
You could almost fall asleep if your mind wasn’t racing with other ideas.
It’s hard to not imagine Eddie’s fingers diving under the waistband of your pants as Volt massages your lower back, whispering sweet nothing into your ear as you cum over and over again.
You sigh blissfully at the idea - wouldn’t that be a perfect way to end your night? - but then you remember the mess that’d be there, and you wouldn’t want to trouble them any further-
“Is something on your mind, my light?” Volt asks.
Shit, I’m caught!
“Maybe.” Your lips curl into a wicked smile as you place your hands over Eddie’s.
He lifts his head up to give you a small smile, and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do. You bite your lip to suppress your giggles as you slide Eddie’s hands down farther and farther until-
“You sure you’re feeling up for it?” Eddie’s fingers hook onto the waistband of your pants as you eagerly nod.
“I heard that sex helps with period cramps, and I want to test it out for myself.” Your enthusiasm fades for a moment as you look at Eddie, then Volt, “Are you sure that you want to do this? It’s going to be messy-”
“We have towels for a reason, darling,” Volt purrs into your ear as he continues to massage your back, “and I’m sure that our dear Eddie won’t mind cleaning up any additional messes.”
“Shut up.” Eddie’s hands shake as his face turns red once more.
“Oh, Eddie, you don’t have to-”
Volt pulls you into a kiss to silence you.
“Don’t spoil his fun, live wire, I think Eddie wants to taste you like this,” Volt licks his lips before his cheeks tinge with pink, “as do I.”
“Fuck, yes.” You moan out a go-ahead before Volt shifts you onto your back.
Eddie and Volt share a heated look before Eddie hastily removes your pants and underwear in one clean motion. You gasp when the cold air hits your sex, but you’re not cold for long as Eddie nestles his head between your thighs.
Volt’s hands come to your shoulders, and you immediately release some tension that you didn’t know that you were holding.
“Isn’t that better?” Volt inquires, and you’re prone to agree when Eddie’s warm breath just barely brushes against your entrance.
His tongue doesn’t hit your folds yet, instead, he attacks your thighs with sweet kisses that have you completely under his control.
Volt’s not just an observer in this scenario - oh no, he’s pressing romantic smooches all over your face, causing you to laugh. It’s easy to forget your worries with these two, to let the world and its problems pass you by as you’re tended to and loved.
One of Volt’s hands comes to rest on your stomach as the other cradles your face. You feel so exposed yet so safe in his hands. His eyes scan your face before his face breaks out into a grin.
“You’re quite breathtaking, little wire,” Volt quietly says, “I can hardly contain my desires when I’m around you.”
“Then don’t.” You’re blunt with your words, which makes Volt chuckle.
“Well then,” You shudder as Volt’s gaze turns hungry, “If you insist.”
Volt kisses you until your lungs are begging for air, and even then, he’s reluctant to let your lips go. Once you catch your breath, your mouth is back on his, and you’re intoxicating by his affection because you keep going back for more and more kisses.
You’re satisfied with the level of attention that you’re currently getting until Eddie bites down on one of your thighs.
“Ah!” You squeak out, and Eddie’s sweet muffled laughter makes your heart soar.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Eddie tries to hide his impatience behind a neutral look, but he can’t fool anyone when his gaze is so focused on your sex.
He’s famished, beyond explanation, and only you will satisfy his appetite.
“Eddie.” You call out to him, and he responds by grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on your fingers.
Oh my God, this man is going to be the death of me.
You briefly let your fingers run against Eddie’s chapped lips before you place your hand in his hair.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.” He jests before finally allowing himself to taste you.
Eddie’s much calmer and gentler than usual as he eats you out. He still has you seeing stars, as you’re moaning and writhing with every flick of the tongue, but you can tell that he’s holding himself back a bit.
Is he trying to savor me, or is he worried about hurting me?
You want to reassure Eddie, to tell him that you want more, but it’s hard to form words when Volt is kissing up and down your throat. You throw your head back when Volt begins to suck on some skin, creating a very visible purple mark on the side of your neck.
“Volt.” You whine his name, and you shudder as his laughter echoes across your skin, creating a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Volt continues to weave his marks into the tapestry that is your skin. How will you remember how much they love you without a reminder or two? Before you know it, your neck is littered in hickeys, but he’s not done with you yet.
Volt gives each mark a once-over by kissing over the purple blotch and muttering your praises against your skin. You desperately paw at Volt’s chest, and, in return, he gives you a warm smile before kissing your cheek.
Eddie pulls back for some air, and you find yourself desperate for his touch, his tongue, his anything. You’re close to your orgasm, and you already know that it’s going to do wonders for the cramps in your body.
It’s hard to even focus on the pain when they’re all over me.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Eddie groans before running his tongue against your inner thigh.
“Eddie!” You cry out his name as your hips roll forward.
“Patience, darling,” Volt pecks your lips before speaking again, “you know our Eddie is going to take good care of you, but only if you’re a good little spark.”
A shaky breath leaves your lips as your glassy eyes meet Eddie’s.
“Haven’t I been good?” You ask, your voice wavering with every word.
“Amps’ sake,” Eddie turns his head away before a rosy hue consumes his face, “yes. Don’t listen to Volt. He’s trying to rile you up.”
“I would never!” Volt looks offended at the accusation, but there’s a shit-eating grin on his face that he can’t hide. “I’m quite hurt by your words, my dear.”
“Because they’re true?” Eddie snorts before he squeezes your thighs with his hands. “Focus on me, live wire. I’ve got you.”
Eddie kisses your clit, causing you to wriggle your hips, before his tongue explores your hole once more.
He hits every bundle of nerves that has you curling your toes as Volt cups your face with both of his hands.
“Come undone for us, my sweet spark,” Volt blushes at his own words, “You’re safe with us. You’re loved-”
You burst instantly, pleasure covering your whole body as you climax. Volt’s touch helps to ground you as Eddie licks your sex until it’s completely dry. You mewl at the feeling of his tongue racing over your thighs and entrance again and again.
“Good little spark.” Volt mumbles against your skin as you giggle.
“Now I’m a good little spark?” You tease.
“Always were.” Eddie jumps in as his stubble brushes against your thigh. “Volt?”
“Yes, my dear?”
The pair lock eyes for a moment before Volt displays a brilliant smile on his face.
“There’s nothing I would like more.” Volt purrs, causing both you and Eddie to shiver, before he climbs off of the bed.
He quickly returns with a towel to offer to Eddie, who, with a rare playful glint in his eyes, forces Volt onto his knees.
“Eddie, I-” Volt's silenced with an intense kiss to the mouth, but he doesn’t go down that easily.
It's quite the sight to watch Volt and Eddie tug and tear at each other's clothing, completely oblivious to you and your aching sex.
You're not one to interrupt; in fact, you do like watching your boys love each other with such raw passion. It's almost like you're let in on their knowing looks for once.
The show doesn’t last for long as Eddie tears himself away from Volt, who chases the other man's lips with his own.
Eddie smirks before he grabs Volt's chin and directs Volt's attention towards you.
“Live wire first.” Eddie says, but it might as well be a command because with the way Volt immediately folds.
You yelp when Volt spreads your thighs apart further, but that yelp quickly turns into a loud moan as Volt’s tongue explores your folds.
Eddie hooks your legs over Volt’s shoulder, and a fond smile appears on his face as your thighs squeeze Volt’s head.
He must want me to choke Volt out, or something like it.
Volt’s more calculated with the movements of his tongue, allowing himself to study your reactions. When you squirm or twist your body away from him, he’s quick to attack the same spot so you’ll repeat the same motion.
When Volt comes up for air, there’s a victorious smile on his face.
“Oh, spark, you’re perfect for us.”
Volt’s praise has you whining and reaching out for him, but Eddie’s fast enough to pin you to the bed by the shoulders before you can get up.
“Lay down. Let Volt do his thing.” He blushes before gently kissing the top of your head and taking his hands off of you.
Volt, as much as he teases and flirts, is weak to the tiny pout you give him. He takes your hands in his and applies a kiss to each of them before resting your hands on your thighs.
“Trust me.” He murmurs.
You’re in good hands echoes in your head - a promise from a while ago that still rings true to this day.
“I do.” You whisper back, and you both wear a warm, loving smile on your faces before Volt returns to your sex.
There’s no teasing, no playful remarks, no flirting from Volt, which feels strange in the given moment. You’re used to being flustered from his constant admiration of your body, your voice, and the way you carry yourself.
You love that version of Volt - you love all of the versions of the man who’s dutifully lapping up the fluids dripping from your sex - but there’s something special about how he’s acting right now.
Volt is completely and utterly focused on you, your pleasure, your everything, and he’s content to drown in you without a word of protest otherwise. He wants you to give all of yourself to him, and who are you to deny a man who’s so eager to please?
You don’t last long under Volt’s tender care, and your slick covers his face before a strangled cry leaves your throat. A towel is quickly applied to your face, wiping up all of the sweat from your head and neck, before it’s tossed to Volt.
Volt looks you in the eyes, a warm blush and sappy smile on his face, as he grabs one of your ankles and cleans up the mess between your legs.
Once he’s done, he carefully rests your legs back onto the bed before cuddling into your side.
“Thank you, honey.” You croak out, and broken giggles escape your lips as Volt’s electric hair tickles your cheek.
“I’d do anything for you, live wire.” Volt answers before kissing your cheek.
His fingers drum against your arm as he applies kiss after kiss to your face, neck, and shoulder. One of your hands rests against his bicep as the other reaches for Eddie.
“He’s running you a bath, my light.” Volt bites down on the shell of your ear, causing you to gasp.
Maybe if I asked nicely, he’d-
“Volt.”
A single utterance of his name from Eddie has Volt backing away from you.
“Wait-” You’re frantically trying to pull him back until strong arms sweep you off of the bed.
You rest your head against Eddie’s chest, allowing fatigue to win tonight’s battle, as he carries you to the bathroom.
The bath water is warm and soothing against your skin, and you let Eddie run some water over your limbs and head. You smile when he places a hand over your eyes to make sure that you don't get any soap in your eyes.
The scent of lavender and honey hits your nose, and you find yourself relaxing into Eddie's touch.
Honey and Lavender? Wait, isn't that what Volt uses-
Your eyes snap open before you turn to face Eddie.
“Don't tell Volt.” Eddie has a small, playful smirk on his face as he finishes cleaning you up.
“I won't. I promise.”
To show your loyalty, you grab Eddie's pinky with your own. You press a dramatic kiss to his hand before you burst out in laughter.
Eddie shakes his head before he softly laughs.
“You’re a fucking dork.”
“I'm your dork.” You correct him before splashing a bit of water onto his clothes.
“Live wire-”
You throw caution to the wind as your hand wraps around the back of Eddie's head so you can smash your lips against his.
You feel him smile into the kiss before he breaks away from you.
“Stay here. I'll come get you when I'm done with Volt.”
Eddie presses a brief kiss to your lips before leaving you to your own devices.
He leaves the door open, so you're subject to the moans and groans echoing throughout Eddie and Volt's shared bedroom.
You regard them as a sort of background music as you tilt your head back and let the world pass you by. There's no more pain echoing throughout your body, and cramps feel like a distant memory.
For the first time in a long while, you feel comfortable in your skin during your period. You're not disgusted by the thought of touching your own skin or having someone else touch you. It's so relieving to wash your own body while you're on your period and feel… fine about it.
Not great, not terrible - just neutral. It's just another motion to help you get through the day.
You're deep in thought by the time Eddie pulls you from the bath, and he's quick to dry you off and dress you before pushing you into Volt's welcoming arms.
Volt takes you back to the bed, where a glass of wine and a spread of your favorite treats awaits you.
They really did their research, huh?
In this moment, as both of your lovers sit by your side and shower you with their affection, you feel safe. Loved.
And you know you have Eddie and Volt to thank for that.
A/N: this took over my mind and some mutuals have egged me on… here’s a oneshot. Perchance if you like you’ll get a story. I’m self indulgent.
Fuck. it felt like he hasn’t eaten in forever, even though in actuality it had only been an hour. Plastic bottles that remain sticky with hot animal blood litter the floor, the only saving grace legal enough to hold him steady. The room is cloaked in darkness, only a single sliver of golden sun soaking through the curtain in dabbles. Parker groans, lain out on his bed in a puddle of sweat despite the lack of pulse - skin chronically cold to the bone. His shirt lay half ridden up his torso, arms splayed to the side that could be seen of a mock display of crucifixion.
He was alone, the house ringing out with the empty thrum of creaking floorboards and the skitter of six legged things that reminded him of himself. He had promised to be GOOD. Chance and y/n had both had things to do today, both saying they’d only be a few hours. But why did it feel like that was DAYS ago? They had told him before leaving that this was a test, a test to see if he could control his unmistakable blood lust and finally be trusted to be left alone. Precautions were obviously put in place, as Parker was if not anything a superstitious vampire. He was a new generation turned dead thing, stuck perpetually in his early twenties for all eternity and beyond. No one knew who created him, how, or why. He refused to tell, always faltering into a riddle about three wise men that no one was able to decipher. Although Chance knew that silly human superstitions had to effect on creatures such as themselves (just made up stories to make them feel safe enough to crack their windows open at night), Parker didn’t need to know that.
Garlic strands hung idle from the front and back doors, each window lined with salt and if somehow he still found a way out; a large pile of grains of rice at the front step. Parker hadn’t even dared to leave his room, scared for what he might do once his body realized his freedom. His body craved blood like a dog craves a master; bound to it forever more. It’s not like he didn’t want to leave the house. Going outside and asking strangers to pick a card, pouncing on them and sucking them dry if they chose a suit of lesser status than his own. The simple thought of that made his mouth pool with saliva, singing the dryness in the back of his throat. It was too easy to drink, too easy to give in. So he made a game, a game of how long he could last without faltering again. A game he knew sooner or later he would loose.
His gangly limbs force him into a sitting position with a groan. He was growing bored of this already. Boredom leads to thinking; thinking leads to festering. One fang poked out from his bottom lip, scraping the pink flesh as his mind begins to wander hopelessly into ecstasy. His mind filters through an array of things: rules, riddles, puzzles. Then lands on the thoughts of something deeper, you. The sight of you nibbling your lip as you work tirelessly through the night, eyelids half open and stuttering against your brainwaves urging you to rest. The pale soft skin you so temptingly left uncovered from your neck to your shoulder, a loving slope made for him to dive into at any given time. The sweet metallic scent of your blood pulsing through your arteries, thumping in your chest as a steady beat. Something he could feel, something he could hear; pressed against your chest in the early hours of morning begging you not to leave. The sight of you swapping saliva with Chance, his own fangs grazing the bottom of your lips as you shun Parker away. Not for the fact that you didn’t want him to join, but for the fact he would rip you to shreds. The soft echo of moans that bounced off the walls driving him insane, the bone white knuckles that drove your head into the pillow while taking from behind. The sturdy pillowy chest of Chance glistening in the moonlight, leaving him awestruck that beings such as themselves can be so beautiful.
His breath wavers, hitching as his brows furrow at the blood of memories and delusions swirl into one. The front of his boxers graze against his absently growing erection - somehow still possible with the lack of a pulse.
“Shit” Parker exhales softly, further sitting up with an embarrassed breathless sigh. His hand palms against his crotch squeezing an airy groan from himself. What he needed now was a distraction and this… this could do. His long fingers pull down the elastic of his boxers, hissing as his cock meets the cold air. A pearl of precum beads at the tip, smearing against his abdomen. He stares at it with a half dazed over look, watching it bob with each shakey Inhale he takes.
He reaches for it with reverence, easily wrapping his entire hand around the shaft in a quick motion. A groan leaves his lips as skin meets skin, stuck teasing himself with friction for fear this will all end too soon. His slender hands steady pump his ice cold cock in a steady beat, the wet squelch of pre mixing with his sweat illuminating the room. He imagines for a moment it’s your hand on his shaft, making quick work of him without mercy. Better yet, your mouth working wonders on him earning yet another pained moan from his lips. The bubble of hunger doesn’t dissipate, but grows. A tight feeling in his stomach that lurches him to a crouched position, grinding against the mattress. His tongue hangs from his mouth, throat dry and crying for a fix.
Without thinking, his teeth sink into the fat between his thumb and pointer finger, wincing slightly as his fangs break brittle flesh. His pace quickens, his own hot blood drinking from his hand onto his stomach and trailing down. He moans louder, stifled by his current fix of drinking his own blood laced with sin, staining his teeth filling the emptiness in his stomach. His hand curls to his tip, body bucking into nothing as he nears the end. His teeth bare down to the bone, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his climax hits like a train. Thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, painting the mattress with shimmery white and red. His entire body spasms, rocked by the sheer intensity of his release robbing him of all bodily autonomy. Parker collapses to his knees, palms slick with the mixture of his own bodily fluids as he withdrawals his teeth from his flesh. Hot breath and the smell of sex litters the room, a dribble of crimson running down his chin and staining the wood flooring. He looks star-stuck, dazed and faded like a stoner reaching their next epiphany. His head snaps to the side hearing the lock on the front door click, and he scrambles to pull up his boxers and dress.
“I’m home!” Your voice rings out sweet as a bell, unknowingly the lamb he just slaughtered in his heat of passion. He tosses his sheets to the side, knowing he will have to wash them later. The door to his room cracks as his head peeks out, his hand wiping a smear of blood away from his eager lips.
“Welcome home, see? I can behave if I want to”
You praise him for his abstinence unknowingly, earning him to shoot a curt glance to the side. His foot behind the door kicks his mess of sheets into the corner, rubbing the back of his head. The fact he behaved was both a truth and a lie. Something he would have to explore again later in the throws of his hunger. Something he would replay in his mind again and again the thoughts and memories of you ripping such noises from his mouth. His stomach growls again. He knew in an hours time he’d be hungry again.
Which gave him the perfect opportunity to put this once more to the test.
I love your date everything headcanons!! Any chance I could request some fluff/smut headcanons of Parker x Chance x a very sunny reader (outgoing, loud, sweet, really bright clothes, etc)? (Genderfluid AFAB, any pronouns) If you only write for one character I'd love to see headcanons for this with Parker, I just love your chance x parker x reader thoughts lol
I also saw in your rules that you're a student, if that still applies good luck with the upcoming semester!!
Diceplay x (Sunny!Genderfluid!)Reader
Warnings: AFAB reader and also technically genderfluid too but if I’m being entirely honest it’s only really one part in the regular headcanon half, the rest is pretty general. Also, no specific pronouns are said or used in this. Again, I was actually really general. Otherwise I don’t think there’s too much to note down on the regular half. For the NSFW half: soft dom Chance, switch/verse reader, bottom Parker. Mentions of dom and sub dynamics but nothing too in detail or graphic about it other than my thoughts on how I think they might work in this relationship. Parker’s biting tendencies and getting bitten back. Pegging.
Author’s Snip: Not too proud of this, mainly because I feel like I didn’t really get down most of the parts requested for the reader’s personality and details. Sorry anon :(
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request. Reblogs and comments appreciated, but no preasure.
Regular
So as I’ve mentioned on previous posts regarding this specific combo, poor Chance has not known peace since your relationship with each other forms depending on if you enable Parker or not to annoy (affectionately) Chance. Because if you and Parker are on the same wavelength or can get on the same wavelength then Chance will then just have two partners who are both handfuls
You said that you wanted me to write for and outgoing, loud, and sweet person but I don’t know if you specifically mean that you are exactly like Parker or just similar but not fully to his level. Because if you’re just similar then Chance can handle you just fine because you aren’t exactly like Parker. Aka: you aren’t fucking feral
There is however the possibility that you and Parker being similar could cancel you both out and mediate any shenanigans, sort of like getting two of the same pet so that they can entertain each other so that the chaos doesn’t always come his way and he can just watch instead. It really depends. But Chance loves the both of you the same
You three are a trio though. It’s sort of like what I said for the post for m!reader who was Parker’s opposite where I said that you two come in a pair. Except now it’s you, Parker, and Chance. One isn’t seen without the other two nearby. You guys tend to gravitate towards each other a lot and stay close together. Mostly because Parker tends to follow Chance and you will follow Parker, or you follow Chance and Parker follow you/Chance.
There is also the whole thing of one getting absorbed into the relationship
But either way, you all are happy
Both Chance and Parker don’t mind that you’re genderfluid and actually think that it’s pretty neat. One day you’re their girlfriend, the next you’re their boyfriend, and then later you’re their partner. I mean, there’s plenty of others in the house like that so the concept totally isn’t foreign to them and they can adapt to any changes in pronouns or terms with ease. So you don’t have to worry about any misgendering with them
Obviously Parker loves playing board games with you and Chance loves doing TTRPGs with you and vice versa. I definitely think that once the dynamics are established then it’s all smooth from there.
I mean what is there to say that hasn’t already been said by me or other creators? I feel like this is a common ship and x reader polycule. Not saying that it’s over done or anything. Of course not. I just don’t want to have to go on repeating what’s already been said already.
Cuddle piles are a huge thing that’s for sure. I already he that Parker doesn’t understand the concept of personal space when it comes to his partners. “Your personal bubble goes from a singular term to a plural term. So be prepared to be cuddled up octopus style when you guys are having down time and cuddling on the couch or in the bed
Chance is already used to it. There’s no way to avoid it so might as well be get used to it. Especially if you’re also clingy and cuddle a lot. Chance has just excepted his fate
NSFW
Chance is the top. I’m not saying he bosses you two around in bed but Parker (to me) is the bottom of their dynamic, and yours, (I think he’s just a bottom period I am a bottom Parker truther and believer). But when it comes to things in the bedroom that involve some sort of power and structure, Chance is the one in charge and suggests that you two do things and it’s up to the two of you if you’re down
Now it could also be you. If you want. If you so please. Chance will pass the baton to you. But I’ve said before in past nsfw he involving Chance that I think he’s a soft dom when he’s on charge. He likes to be the one in charge in these situations, but it’s in a way that gives you pleasure and it’s never hard or brutal on you. He doesn’t like doing that. He can be rough and leave marks. But it’s at a medium and any marking is light
Unless it’s Parker. Parker bites hard and he likes getting bitten hard back. But with you, Chance keeps all marking to simple hickeys and love bites that will go away after a day
Actually now that I think about it Chance might actually be more of a medium dom for Parker and a soft dom for you. I think with him and Parker he does more things that Parker likes but he also knows will tucker him out so that Parker can expel all of the energy that he’s got stored inside for a bit. Unsure exactly what it is or how far it goes, but obviously it involves rules
I’m actually so surprised I haven’t seen people using Parker’s whole “rules” thing in smut more, especially in kinky stuff because dom and sub stuff has a lot of rules baked into it so that the experience is pleasurable for both parties and not cross any boundaries. That actually seems like prime stuff for Parker and kink stuff. I feel like he’d actually be really into that. We should look into that.
So with that: I think yeah, Chance is sort of the unofficial dom of the relationship when it comes to sex and intimacy when it comes to who has the most control over it, unless he feels like subbing or bottoming. Where he sort of has different set ups for you and Parker in terms of being the dom in which he is more of a soft dom for you and a medium level dom with Parker in order to get all that energy out of Parker and scratch that rules itch for him.
That would make group sex interesting though because then he has to juggle those dynamics together, which I definitely think he can do.
I actually have had this one thought in my mind a lot where Chance basically sits back and watches you and Parker have sex with each other, but Chance is telling you two what to do. Maybe not every single thing you do, but you know what I mean. He gives you orders to follow and eggs you two on from where he is. It’s not the cuck chair when Chance is in it babe, it’s the dom chair <3 And Chance will eventually join if he wants. It varies. He will often join but sometimes he just gets off on the whole watching and instructing part.
You can do it too. like I said, he’ll gladly pass the baton to you if you want and you can do the same with him and Parker and join in later. Penetration or strap too, whatever your feelings. Neither of them are picky. I think both could enjoy a good pegging. The strap is also used on Parker in the aforementioned Chance tell you what to do to each other too. These nerds are freaks
FINALLY! I HAVE RELEASED IT! I’m sorry for making you all wait soooo long! Long story short, I’ve had so much work to do and so much to study for but I’ve used all my free time towards this new DE fic: Don’t Let Me Go.
I just posted the prologue and the next chap will be on its way soon! Please give it a go! I know it’s been annoying to wait but I promise it’ll be all worth it. And please review! It doesn’t take long and I really appreciate it! Also, a very big thank you to @iwantyoudamon for supporting this fic and the last one soooo much! You don’t know how much I appreciate it :)
This fic is AH/AU, unlike my other one Silver Linings which was V/AU
Read that one HERE.
It's been highly requested that my next fic would be. I asked you all to give me ideas on what you'd want and the winning one was this one. It was actually a high school love story, but I'm doing it a bit differently (I might try out one of the other ideas after this one if you are still willing to read). This fic will be very different to my last one, but I'm excited!
I don't know how often I will be posting, since I haven't written this one in advance. Hopefully I can catch up and bring you one every week :) Maybe eventually I'll set a day like last time. Maybe not Tuesday though. It’s difficult to post during the week
Here is the Summary: 5 years ago a horrific event caused Elena Gilbert to flea home right before graduation, leaving everything behind, including her best friend and boyfriend Damon Salvatore. When she attends her high school reunion, she hopes to keep Damon where he's been for years now; out of her life. But when a secret she kept from him all those years ago arises, she's forced to keep him around.
Read the new fic: Don’t Let Me Go: HERE
Rated M for smut and language
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or scenes from The Vampire Diaries, though I may use them.
Thank you all for your support! If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to DM me or ask me :)
TW: P in V, Oral, Hickeys, 5 Partners, Aftercare, Slight Public Masturbation, Roleplay, Breeding, SHORT! NOT Proofread!
A/N: Ughh it's been forever! Sorry if it's OOC, I haven't touched the keyboard in a while 😔 Thanks for the Request! ❤︎ ya!
ʚɞ They are SO impatient.
ʚɞ They try to wait their turns, really!! But watching one of them fuck you into the sheets, your body jumping with every sharp thrust, they get antsy.
ʚɞ The Hanks would do anything to get their hands on you. To breed you.
ʚɞ As we all know, Hank no.5 wants to be a dad. And he can prove it. He cums in you like there's no tomorrow. Hands clutching at your sides, arching your ass onto his hips as his tip bumps against your walls.
ʚɞ But really, they ALL want to breed you. They'll whisper sweet words into your ear, voices sweet as honey as they rub at your aching clit.
ʚɞ They're ALL greedy to see you pregnant. Watching your body change; belly swollen with life, tits spilling from the confinements of your shirt makes them squirm.
ʚɞ Hanks no.1 and no.4 love to get blowjobs. Watching your sweet mouth sucking their cocks in could genuinely make them cum on the spot.
ʚɞ Hank no.2 is fine with tracing your perfect body up and down. He lives to see his hands engulfing your soft flesh, and he loves even more to grind his cock into your side.
ʚɞ Hanks no.3 and no.5 are the most impatient. They YEARN for you and your tight cunt. During foreplay, they have to hold themselves back from thrusting into you.
ʚɞ The Hanks loveee to mark you up. Your plush body serves as a canvas for hickeys of different sizes and shades. But you can’t tell which mark is from who
ʚɞ You just know them like that <3
ʚɞ SIT ON THEM!! Lap or face, they don't care. They love it!!
ʚɞ Aftercare feels like heaven!!
ʚɞ All five are so diligent in taking care of you and your needs, it’s hard to imagine how rough they could be.
ʚɞ They bring you anything you need. The Hanks are like your personal butlers… that offer special services.
ʚɞ Speaking of, roleplay is 100% ON THE TABLE!!
ʚɞ And, if you like it, it’s definitely a common occurrence. They each have their own unique ideas!!
ʚɞ But one of their favorite scenarios, by far, is when you act like their coach. Bossing them around and making them listen to you? Sounds like a dream come true.
ʚɞ Ohh and they LOVE when your vocal!! The Hanks go out of their ways to circle their finger tips your pretty clit. Especially in public. The soft whimpers you make under your breath to avoid getting caught makes them spiral.
ʚɞ They beg you to wear skirts ore often. It's easy access.
ʚɞ But, besides playing with your body, and making you cum, they just love you. In all of your you glory.
summary: the hanks propose a game to you: all of them will fuck you with condoms, but one is intentionally broken. which hank will be responsible for knocking you up?
a/n: finally got this done dksfhjdksfj first smut in awhile but i got some motivation after reading @honoraryhousehomie27's hanks smut fic best seat in the house :D so go check them out! enjoy!
The velvet blindfold is secured around your eyes, as you’re situated against the numerous pillows on the massive bed. You’re wearing a lacy teddy with matching bra and panties; you don’t know what color it’s in, but that’s intended.
“Shit, this is gonna be so cool, bros,” you hear Hank 5 whisper to the others, excitement evident in his tone.
“Remember to be quiet,” Hank 2 reminds the group, “Can’t give House Honey any hints!”
Your breath hitches, as one of the Hanks climb on the bed; he wraps his muscular arms around your waist and nips at your neck. Already, you can feel the bites bruising your sensitive skin, but you don’t mind one bit.
Another Hank joins the bed and removes your teddy, allowing your husbands to see your undergarments. Various groans erupt from the mere sight of you in such pretty lingerie.
“I better not bust right now, so help me God,” whines Hank 3.
“Me too, bro, me too,” Hank 1 agrees.
Soon, you have multiple hands and lips on your body and face. With your vision restricted, their touch is amplified, as you gasp and shudder under their kisses and caressing.
Your bra is soon discarded by one of the Hanks. Now, you have mouths attached to your chest, sucking and squeezing them roughly. Your panties quickly join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
“Fuck, they’re so wet,” groans Hank 1, as he swipes a thick finger up and down your folds. You whimper from the contact, but are silenced by one of the Hanks- either Hank 2 or 5, judging at how gentle they are- with a tender kiss.
“Please, please keep touching me,” you plea with the Hanks, “Pretty pl-”
A high-pitched moan escapes your lips when you feel someone rubbing circles on your hard clit, bucking your hips involuntarily.
Eventually, someone latches onto your aching cunt- likely Hank 1 or 3 because of the prominent facial hair- and eats you out to their heart’s content. You attempt to shove your sex deeper into Hank’s face, but your thighs are pinned down by two other Hanks.
While you’re being devoured, you feel someone tap their tip against your wet lips and open your mouth to let their cock in. This dick possesses the most girth with a long vein on the underside, so you know that it belongs to Hank 3.
You suck and slurp to your pleasure, hooking your arms around the redhead’s thick thighs and taking him farther down your throat. Meanwhile, Hank 1 finishes eating you out and you’re on to the main event.
The rules are simple: every Hank will fuck you with a condom on, but one condom has holes in it, allowing for that Hank to cum inside you. Your body shivers with anticipation, curious to know when and who will dump their seed inside you.
Hank 3 pulls his cock out and gives you a quick kiss before enjoying the others. You whine softly at the lack of touch from your lovers, knowing that it’s part of the game.
Someone’s tip touches your touches and moves upward to tease your clit, earning moans and huffs from you. After a minute or so of teasing, Hank pushes his cock inside you, inch by inch as to not overwhelm you. When he bottoms out, you take a moment to guess which Hank is inside you; he has less girth, but makes up for it with his length.
Hank gives you a testing thrust, the head of his dick already kissing your cervix from one push.
Hank 2’s inside you.
Your guess is soon confirmed by him laying on top of you, lean muscle but a plush chest. Hank 2 thrusts in and out of you at a moderate pace, adjusting as needed to ensure maximum pleasure. Guess him reading up on sexual wellness did help his game, you think to yourself.
Soon, Hank 2 lets out a guttural moan and climaxes, his cum contained in the condom. He pulls out of your cunt and gives your stomach a kiss before tying up the condom and discarding it.
Not a second later, a new Hank enters your cunt and doesn’t give you time to react before bullying your sweet spot with his thrusts. Judging by the eagerness and the muttering under his breath, it has to be Hank 4. You confirm it by finding his hair, feelings your blond’s familiar curls.
He mewls at your touch and picks up speed, throwing your legs over his shoulders to piston his cock deeper inside you. By now, the knot in your stomach is close to snapping, as you babble out for Hank to cum inside you.
Hank 4 gives you one last thrust and orgasms, but no cum enters you. Damn, him too. Nonetheless, you end up satisfied, as your own orgasm follow right after the blond’s. Hank 4 pulls out of you and kisses the valley of your chest before pecking you on the lips.
The next Hank that enters you is most definitely Hank 3, as tears prick your eyes from having to accommodate such a thick cock. He flips you onto your stomach and hikes your ass up with a pillow, taking it slow while he slides inside you. Hank 3 bottoms out and you let out a low whine, your cunt sore but still craving for more.
The redhead pounds your poor cunt at a brutal pace, his nails digging into your ass. Squelching and panting echo throughout the bedroom, as you’re toyed with by one of your husbands. You feel Hank 3’s hand touch your spot between your pelvis and your stomach, accompanied by a chuckle; it’s obvious as to why, he could feel the outline of his cock. It’s enough to have him cum, but once again, no cum spills inside you.
“Please…” you exhale to the Hanks, “I just- I just wanna be filled!”
“In time, House Honey,” Hank 1’s deep voice reverberates through your body.
Hank 3 pulls out and you’re left sadly unfilled. It thankfully doesn’t last too long, as a new Hank takes the redhead’s spot and positions you in a mating press. Yet, this time, you can’t tell if it’s Hank 1 or 5, the sensation of their cock inside you is too similar.
You jiggle under Hank’s thrusts, he places one hand on your stomach and stabilizes you with the other. His touch is comforting, a contrast to his animalistic pounding. Hank massages your stomach, joined by soft murmurs falling from his lips that you can’t decipher. Another orgasm is building up inside your core, “Hank, Hank! Gonna- Gonna cum!”
Your warning barely makes it in time, as the floodgates open and you squirt around his cock. At the same time, Hank climaxes and the sensation of being filled warms your lower half. Even after you finish your climax, he’s still spilling his seed inside you for what seems like hours.
Your cunt meets the cool air after he pulls out, creamy and sticky cum leaking out of your abused hole. No one moves, your husbands too busy admiring your creampie to do so. You open your mouth to ask, but yelp when a hand makes contact with your cunt and shoves any spilled cum back inside you.
“Can’t have any leak out, bro-babe,” the voice of Hank 5 informs you.
“Gotta make sure you get knocked up!” Hank 4 adds, backing up his homie and fellow husband.
You simply huff and let them do as they please before the final Hank takes his spot before you. Like the previous Hank, he opts for a mating press, sliding inside with ease from the cum that coats the gummy walls of your cunt. By now, you’re dizzy and giddy, happily taking anything and everything like a champ. You’re like putty in their hands and eagerly suck up their cocks, blubbering about how much you love each and every one of them.
Your babble seems to motivate the Hank inside you, picking up pace and angling his dick directly at your cervix. From the speed alone, you know that you’re gonna wake up tomorrow sore and aching from a bruised cervix.
Part of you knows that this Hank has an intact condom on, but your heart flutters at the idea that it breaks by mistake and fills you up even more. I wanna be bred more, I wanna have my tummy full of cum, I need it, I need it—
The Hank above you grunts and releases, cum trapped inside the condom. He pulls out and you’re given a moment of rest, your body drenched in sweat and your cunt throbbing hard. The blindfold is then removed from your eyes and you’re able to admire the blissed out looks on all your husbands’ faces.
“Good- Good job, boys!” you laugh exhaustedly, as you prop yourself up on the pillows.
The Hanks exchange a similar look with one another and turns to face you with grins.
