#AND NOW BEFORE I CAN CONTINUE I FEEL I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE MEAT LOCKER TO UNDERSTAND WTF JUST HAPPENED TO GILLION

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I See You

Pairing — Bob Reynolds x reader

Word Count — 4k

Warning — SPOILER WARNING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE I REPEAT SPOILER WARNING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE!!

A/N — breaking my two years of not posting in honor of this amazing movie and character. the Thunderbolts* has reawakened my fire to write and I couldn’t ignore it. so here you go! this will be a bit of a short series. i kind of envision around three parts or so? anyways, i really hope you enjoy this and know this is your last warning before you continue on!! so if you haven’t seen the Thunderbolts* please save this for later <3

also, did you all notice the easter eggs i included ?? 👀

Part One Part Two

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* MOVIE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Bob Reynolds wasn't quite sure how any of this had happened. One minute he was pretty sure he had been dying and the next he was trapped in a series of never ending nightmares. Except it wasn't just his nightmares, there were other people's too.

He knew he had been having these moments where he didn't remember things, knew that there was something going on at a deeper level than he wanted to admit. He thought with Valentina explaining this power he had been given that it would explain everything he had been feeling, that the darkness wasn't truly his but something brought on by this experiment.

But he knew the truth and walking through these endless nightmares only proved that. The darkness was his. It was a culmination of everything he was feeling, everything that had been consuming him, and it had only taken more of a physical form thanks to the Sentry project.

Bob had no way of fighting this thing, no way of taking back control of his body. And at this point he wasn't even sure if he wanted control. After all, he was just Bob. He was useless. He was nothing. Everyone would be better off without him.

So now he was trapped with no where else to go but to walk through the thousands of rooms of everyone's deepest regrets and shames.

It had been an accident at first, but sometime after his own meth chicken nightmare was when he first started stumbling into the other rooms. He saw so many things, felt the guilt and weight that everyone else felt. One in particular had stuck with him when he had ended up watching the loop of a blind lawyer watching his friend die over and over. Bob couldn't watch that for very long before he was hurriedly trying to get to any other room but that one, the blind man's cries still rattling his bones.

Bob didn't know how long he walked for or how many rooms he went through until he got to one that made him pause as he came face to face with Tony Stark. It had been a while since the hero's death, but still seeing the face of the man that had helped bring everyone back from the Blip made Bob falter slightly.

Someone's biggest trauma was Tony Stark?

Bob took a couple steps back, his eyes scanning over the room as he tried to ground himself in what was going on. He seemed to be in someone's apartment. The place would've been nice if it weren't for the fact that whoever was living here clearly hadn't been picking up after themselves in quite some time. And by the look Tony Stark was making as he glanced at the dirty dishes in the sink, it seemed he was thinking the same.

Bob knew the signs before he even saw her. It wasn't just the state of the apartment, but it was the feeling in the air. That feeling of despair, sadness, and nothingness. That feeling of knowing you were alone and there was nothing you could do about it. It clung to everything in the apartment and Bob's heart ached slightly at the sight. After all, he knew what this was like. He knew it too well.

"I can feel you judging me," a voice said, instantly pulling Bob's attention to the couch where a girl was sitting with a blanket wrapped around her and a bottle of vodka in hand. She wouldn't meet Tony Stark's eyes as she stared at the bottle, her fingers numbly fiddling with the label. "I didn't ask for you to come over and judge how I'm living. Hell, I didn't even ask you to come over, so you might as well go."

Tony let out a soft sigh, "Kid, you were ignoring my calls. Of course I was going to come check on you."

"Ever think I ignored them for a reason?"

Tony huffed and grabbed a chair from the kitchen table before dragging it over in front of the couch. He sat down in front of the girl, tilting his head slightly as he watched her before saying, "You can't keep living like this."

"You think I don't know that?" she asked, her voice bitter. “Why are you here, Tony?”

Tony just watched her in silence before saying, "Listen, Steve and Natasha came to see me yesterday and—"

The girl slammed the bottle down on the table so hard Bob thought it would break. Her eyes were red rimmed as she glared at the man and muttered, "No. We're not doing this. You're not going to sit there and try to rope me into some crazy plot to try and bring everyone back. It's been five years and I'm done, okay? I have nothing left in me anymore and I don't give a shit, so just leave."

"Kid—"

"I said leave!" she exclaimed, her eyes beginning to glow white with a power that Bob could almost feel beneath his own skin. "I'm not some sob story for you to try to fix, okay? I messed up and didn't kill Thanos in time and half of the universe had to pay for it. I'm done trying to help. All I ever do is hurt people."

She looked away, her voice rough when she whispered, "You're all better off without me anyways."

Bob sucked in a breath at that, understanding washing over him as he watched the broken girl do everything she could not to cry.

"Y/N," Tony began but the girl simply shook her head.

"No, Tony. I'm done. Just leave and go ahead and do yourself a favor and never come back. It's not worth your time or energy and I sure as hell don't want you here," she said, her head still turned.

Tony stilled slightly at her words. "You don't mean that," he told her, but before he could even blink, Y/N had used her telekinesis to pick up the bottle of vodka and send it hurtling in his direction. The man barely had time to duck out of the way before it flew right past where his head had been and shattered against the wall. Tony turned to her in surprise but the girl was already getting up and walking to the door of what had to be her bedroom.

"I miss him too you know," Tony called after her causing the girl to still.

"Stop," Y/N warned him, but Tony ignored her and instead stood up, his eyes not leaving her as he clearly made no move to leave.

"Y/N, he wouldn't want this for you. That kid loved you so much. He would be devastated by—"

"I said stop!" Y/N yelled and before anyone knew what was happening, a force was suddenly throwing Tony across the room. The man thought fast and his nano suit had wrapped around him before he could even hit the wall and Bob watched as the color drained from Y/N's face at what she had done.

She was shaking as she stared at Tony, but by the time he was looking back up at her, the Iron Man mask sliding away from his face, she was cold once again. "Get the hell out of my apartment," was all she said before turning and walking into her room, slamming the door behind her. Bob watched her go, frowning slightly as the scene began to play again.

"That was before they won against Thanos," a voice said causing Bob to flinch in surprise. He quickly turned around to find Y/N a little ways behind him, sitting down at a chair in the corner of the room. Her eyes continued to watch the scene playing out in front of her and Bob was almost beginning to question if she had spoke in the first place when she muttered, "That was the last time I saw him before he died."

Her eyes met his then and Bob stilled under her gaze. She was a couple of years older than the version of her from the memory, a little more put together but in the kind of way that screamed help more than her younger self's look had. She had learned to mask it more, that much was clear. Or maybe it was just that Bob knew where to look, that he saw himself when he looked at her and knew in more ways than one just how tired she was.

"Who was he talking about?" Bob asked, silently cursing himself for that being the first thing he said but knowing he now had to just go with it. "The guy?"

Y/N hesitated, her eyes glazing over as she got lost in thought. There was a tiny moment of utter sadness that flashed across her face but it was gone so quickly as she muttered, "I don't know." She let out a sad laugh. "Isn't that sad? It's like there's blanks in my memory. All I know is that there is this immense feeling of loss not just once, but twice. Every time I try to think of him it's like the image of him only gets fuzzier."

Bob was silent for a moment. "I have trouble remembering things too," he admitted. "There are these moments where it's like I'll wake up from a dream I don't remember having and that time is just gone."

Y/N's eyes flickered his way, her gaze shifting over him in a way that made him stand up a little straighter. "I walked through a lot of rooms before ending up here," she told him, her eyes still studying him as though she were trying to piece him together. "This was the only one I couldn't leave."

"Why?" Bob questioned.

"Why did you stop in this one?" she retorted and Bob blinked in surprise. Her head tilted slightly as she stared blankly at the boy. It was a moment before she looked away and back at Tony who was watching her past self slam the door shut behind her as the memory started back up again. "I just wanted to see him again, I guess," she whispered. "I always hated this moment, hated that I pushed him away like that and left him to fight Thanos without me. Sometimes I wonder..."

She trailed off before shrugging slightly and looking back at Bob. "Guess I was as shocked by seeing Tony's face as you were when you walked in," Y/N said. Bob barely even thought his question before she placed a finger against her temple and let out a small sigh of exhaustion. "Telekinesis," she stated. "Just a fraction of the power I was born with, but it comes in handy from time to time. I knew who you were the second you walked into this memory. Your mind is very loud, but not in the way you'd expect it to be."

Bob wanted to ask her more, but it was clear she didn't want to expand on that comment. Instead she merely tapped her fingers against the arm of the chair she sat in and said, "So you're the one doing this."

It wasn't a question. She said it as though it were fact. Not that she was wrong, but something about the way she said it still made Bob's throat constrict.

"It's not. . .it's not me. It's—" Bob broke off and he could see the way she stared at him, knew that she was reading his mind. She blinked and quickly looked away. "Sorry," she whispered. "I can't help it sometimes. You lock yourself away long enough and you'll find it harder to control what once was so easy. But I get a sense that you know that."

Bob let out a small sigh, his eyes flickering over the past Y/N who sat on the couch with a haunted look in her eyes and a tight grip on the bottle in her hand.

"We've all done some bad things," Y/N told him, answering the questions flying through his mind. "I had the unfortunate experience of being the reason half the universe died. I was there that day that Thanos went to Wakanda to take the Mind Stone from Vision. I was the last one there before he snapped. I could've stopped it, but I let his words get to me and . . . well, you know the rest."

“The Blip,” Bob muttered and Y/N nodded solemnly. He could see her trying to keep it all together, but the tension was practically radiating off of her as she avoided his gaze.

“Go ahead and say it,” Y/N told him, her gaze locked on her past self who was busy hurling the bottle at Tony’s head. “You probably lost someone in the Blip, right? Had to suffer five years without them? Who was it? Family? Friends?”

Y/N didn’t even give him time to respond as she let out a sigh as if everything were pointless, “It doesn’t matter. Everyone still thinks the same thing, but I don’t blame them.”

“It’s my fault,” she admitted. “I caused everyone so much pain and suffering and then, when I had the chance to make things right, I pushed everyone away and locked myself in my room. Then Natasha died. Then Tony. And eventually Steve followed. And where was I? Drowning my sorrows in a bottle like the asshole that I am.” Y/N scoffed slightly at herself, the fury in her eyes something most people would probably flinch at but all Bob could do was soften at the sight. “So go ahead and say what you want. Call me names. Shout at me. Tell me how much of a monster I am. I deserve it. I’ll always deserve it.”

Bob didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what he could say. Not because it was all too much to process, but because he understood it. He understood what she was feeling. The pain and the anger. The guilt and regret. The shame. He understood it in ways he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

But the silence was loud and Y/N wouldn’t meet his eyes. She just stared at the scene in front of her as her past self’s voice filled the silence between them, her voice rough as she whispered, "You're all better off without me anyways."

Y/N flinched at those words, her face crumbling slightly as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Bob felt his heart ache at the sight and for a moment, he saw himself sitting there in that chair. But more importantly, he saw her. He saw Y/N for who she truly was. He didn’t know what to say to her to make her better, so instead he just thought it.

I see you.

Y/N's eyes snapped up to him and Bob knew he hadn't had to say that out loud. She had heard him loud and clear.

She stood without another word, her eyes never leaving his as she walked towards him. She was quiet as she stopped in front of him, her gaze turning questioning as she studied him.

You do see me, don't you?

Bob let out a small gasp as her voice echoed in his head. He stared at her with wide eyes, but didn't flinch away not even when she took a step closer so that they were only a breath apart.

I can feel it, you know? That darkness. It calls to me.

"You know where he is?" Bob asked and Y/N quickly shook her head.

"I'm not talking about the Void," she whispered. She gently lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, right above his heart. "Here."

Bob's breath stuttered and he tried to keep his heart from racing as he whispered, "W-what does it say?"

"That it understands," Y/N replied. "That it sees what’s inside my own heart.” She hesitated before giving him a sad smile. “Like calls to like after all."

Bob stared at her, his eyes flickering over her face. He had thought she was pretty before, but up close she was even more beautiful than he could’ve imagined. Her eyebrow quirked slightly as if she had heard that thought and maybe she had, but Y/N was already moving on which he was silently thankful about.

“You feel it too,” she said and Bob didn’t need to say it out loud to confirm her thoughts. After all, he knew what she was talking about and she was right. Ever since he had emerged into this room, he had felt a sort of tug. It was the reason he had stayed. He thought it was because of seeing Tony Stark, but it was because he had felt her from the moment he had stepped foot into that room.

It was because he had seen her before ever laying eyes on her and it seemed she had done the same.

“I don’t know what to do,” Bob admitted, his words strained. “Every time I think I’m getting better, that I’ve finally pulled myself out of that darkness, I just. . .”

“Get pulled back under again?”

Bob was quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor as that same feeling of shame that always crept up when he thought about his problems beginning to rise in the form of a blush on his neck, “Yeah.”

There was a gentle touch against his chin before Y/N lifted his head so that his gaze met hers once more. Her touched lingered for just a moment, but then her hand was dropping back down to her side. Not once did she move the one that was still resting on his chest and above his heart, the only source of comfort either of them seemed to need.

She gave him a sad smile, her eyes getting a sort of far off look as she whispered, “Sometimes the hardest battle you’ll ever face is with yourself.”

Bob felt tears prick his eyes at those words and for a moment, he even felt a sense of comfort. Someone knew what he was going through. Someone understood.

He had never had that before.

“How do we beat it?” Bob’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Y/N seemed to come back to herself at those words, her eyes locking with his once more and her hand tightened on his shirt. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I’d like to figure that out. Together.”

Bob swore he stopped breathing at those words.

“Together,” he repeated, tears filling his eyes slightly out of disbelief.

Y/N merely nodded and she gently reached up, her thumb quickly swiping under his eye to brush away a stray tear that had fallen. Her own eyes were lined with tears as she whispered through a soft laugh, “Yeah, together. As long as you’re okay with being friends with the girl who does nothing but screw everything up.”

Bob couldn’t stop the small grin that began to peak out, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly as he opened his mouth to respond.

It was then that the doors to the room flew open, darkness flooding in and covering the walls and floors with black tendrils as it raced towards the two. The two stumbled back and away from each other as they tried to avoid the darkness creeping in and Y/N let out a small shout when her past self and Tony dissolved into nothing but shadows.

“Bob,” Y/N called out, but the boy was already reaching for her. He had ahold of her arm within a second and he pulled her to the one corner of the room not covered in darkness just yet.

His eyes were wide as he scanned what was left of the room, his grip tightening on Y/N’s arm in slight panic and confusion as he tried to process what was happening.

The darkness had never come after Bob before.

Not like this.

Something had signaled the Void. Something had scared him.

Bob’s eyes flickered to Y/N who was leaning into his touch, the tips of her fingers already beginning to glow white as she clearly analyzed the situation. His fingers felt warm against her forearm and for a moment he let himself remember the feel of her hand on his chest, the way her breath had fanned his face, and the way her words had wrapped around his heart like a hug he hadn't know he had needed.

And he knew.

The Void fed off of his sadness and loneliness and whatever Y/N had been making him feel was the opposite. The Void would do whatever he needed to crush this feeling, to stay in control. Even if it meant there were casualties along the way.

Bob’s heart ached at that thought and he quickly turned to Y/N who was backing closer to him as they were pushed further into the corner of the room and her memory. She moved her arm out of his grasp in order to hold her hands up, a white light emitting out against the darkness as she tried to hold it at bay.

"Bob, what's going on?" she asked. "What do we do?"

"I—" Bob was panicking now, the thought of Y/N getting hurt making him feel so many emotions that he hadn't felt in a long time. It scared him how much he felt towards the girl within just one conversation. He already knew he would do whatever needed to be done to save her and that thought alone scared him in more ways than one. Even more than the plan that was beginning to develop in his head, the plan that would save Y/N but would mean leaving her at the same time.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Y/N's head whipped in his direction. "Bob, no. You can't run. You have to fight this thing. If you don't, the darkness will only continue to consume you," she said.

"Cause you know what that's like?" Bob retorted, his panic and fear making him sound bitter. "We just watched the same memory over and over of you letting the darkness take over. If you can't fight it, what makes you think I can?"

Y/N's eyes softened slightly. "Bob," she started, but the darkness pushed closer towards them and she let out a strangled sound as she strained to keep her powers in check.

Bob watched her for a second, his eyes flickering over her one last time before he leaned forward. His lips brushed gently against her ear and he felt her shiver slightly under his touch. His breath came out shaky as he whispered, "I would've liked to be your friend."

Then, before she could do or say anything else, Bob had pulled back and thrown himself against the wall of the memory. His body broke through the barrier and into the next room, the darkness leaving Y/N behind in favor of chasing the boy.

"Bob!" Y/N cried out as she attempted to lunge after him, but the darkness threw her back and by the time she was up on her feet again, the memory had sealed itself around her, forcing her to relive the same moment with Tony while Bob got away.

- - -

Bob didn’t know how long he ran for. All he knew was that it took forever for him to get back to his own rooms. He almost cried when the meth chicken scene appeared before him, but he didn’t stop there. He continued his trek even after the darkness eventually faded away, now satisfied that Bob was back where he belonged.

Everything was just too loud, the memories too much for Bob to withstand while that feeling of utter loneliness crept up on him once more. It was foolish of him to think he could ever have someone understand him, that he could ever have someone in his life without hurting them in the end. He had done this to himself.

He deserved to be alone.

At some point Bob eventually managed to find the attic of one of his memories, the only quiet place in this miserable void, and he was quick to tuck himself away in there, away from all the noise and the darkness that he could feel feeding off of everyone's chaos.

It was only then that he sat down and curled in on himself, his breathing shaky as he tried to push every last thought of Y/N out of his head.

"She's better off without me," Bob whispered to himself like a mantra, his head tucked close to his knees as he let the stillness envelope him in a hug much different than the one Y/N’s words had given him. “She’s better off without me.”

“Everyone is.”

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My Naughty Niece

Lee Hyunseo (Leeseo) x Male Reader

Part 4 of 4 of All In Family

Tags: accidental cumshot, bleeding, condom, couch sex, creampie, cum eating, defloration, domination, facefucking, first anal, inexperienced girl, mating press, nieceseo, painal, pervy uncle, standing sex, teen, thighjob, titfucking

Word count: 5454

Between touring, comebacks, and fanmeetings , it had been a long time since you last saw your niece Hyunseo. In fact, this was the first time you would see her as an adult. And just as you were preparing to see her, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, uncle," Leeseo said as you opened the door. You could barely recognize her. Her development over the past few months was remarkable. "Who is that girl? She is so hot. Is this really my niece?" you thought to yourself as you gave Leeseo a few greeting kisses.

Leeseo walked across your house, going to your spacious living room. You were still baffled by how hot she looked, trying not to have feelings for your niece. But her pretty face, her honey thighs, her sexy butt, and her increasingly growing boobs made that quite hard.

Leeseo smiled at you as she kept moving. "Make yourself at home," you told her, noticing as she took her jacket off that she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking out of her shirt and leading to more dirty thoughts about her. Leeseo looked at her beautiful self in the mirror, wearing just that shirt and a very small skirt that exposed her cheeks. She kept playing with you. "Uncle, it feels like you never saw me before," she said to you.

"I'm sorry, you look so... different," you told Leeseo. "Yes, we all grow up; I'm not that cute baby I used to be," she answered you. "Yes, but you have really grown up a lot," you told her. "Or maybe you haven't seen me in quite a while," she replied.

You followed Leeseo as she kept walking. God damn it, you could see her cheeks popping out, finally taking the initiative to touch them. "You seem very interested in my body, uncle," she said. "Oh, it's nothing; I was just giving you a little cute patting," you told her. "Oh uncle, I wasn't born yesterday," she answered you. "Well, 18 might as well be yesterday," you push back.

"You've been looking so hot now, Hyunseo. Who taught you to look this sexy?" you told her. "Yujin unnie," Leeseo promptly answered. "Looks like she's been a good leader then," you answered. "Definitely, she's made sure to let all of us grow up well; she's been almost like a second mother to me," Leeseo continued. "That's good to hear," you told Leeseo. "Thanks, uncle," she answered you. "But I want to make a request to you," she says. "What kind of request?" you ask her.

"Uncle, can I suck your cock?"

"Hyunseo, I don't know about that; you're my niece," you tell her. "Please, uncle, I'm so hungry. Yujin unnie told me if I wanted to become a proper adult, I needed to suck a cock, but I was so scared to do that to one of my co-hosts at Inkigayo, so I decided I wanted your cock to be my first," she told you.

"Fine, you say to Leeseo, unzipping your pants and pushing your already throbbing cock out of it. "It's so hard already, uncle. Did I do that to you?" she asks. "Yes, you did, you naughty little tiger," you answer her as Leeseo puts her hands on your shaft for the first time.

Leeseo strokes your cock a few times, still shocked with the size of it. "Yujin unnie said they can get really big, but I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes," she said, smiling at you. She started quite slow, just closing her eyes and licking your tip, not going much further than that, you enjoying watching her take it in her mouth and sweep it in her tongue.

"Hmmm," you groaned as Leeseo didn't go much further beyond the tip, still testing waters as she had never sucked a cock before. "You know you can take it deeper," you said to her. "I don't know if I can; it's so wide it barely fits in my mouth," she answered to you.

"Look at me, I know you can take it," you told Leeseo, pushing your hips a bit. She finally gained the encouragement she needed, but first, she licked the side of your shaft to get it wet before letting you push deeper in her mouth, but not much, as you only got a third of your 9-inch length inside it. She kept stroking it, trying to gain more confidence, but ultimately resorting to the safety of just sucking your tip.

Leeseo takes her shirt off, showing you her juicy tits. "I saw you were staring at them, uncle," she tells you. "I can't blame you; they have been growing a lot lately," she says. You reach to grope her tits, Leeseo tying her hair up and sucking your cock a little bit more, once again focusing her attention on the tip.

You sit on your living room's couch and let Leeseo keep sucking your cock. She finally takes it a little deeper in her mouth, trying to test herself, but still finds it too big. She picks up some speed, you enjoying her cute yet inexperienced blowjob. "Look at me," you tell her, loving watching her pretty face get impaled on your massive cock.

Leeseo climbs on the couch, trying to push your cock deeper in her throat. You can tell she's still struggling with it but decides to help, grabbing her head and pushing it a bit down your shaft, not taking more than half your length in her throat but still keeping a steady pace to help Leeseo get accustomed to your cock.

Your thrusts up Leeseo's face are so soft they barely count as facefucking. Leeseo tries to finally get more of your cock in her mouth. "Fuck," you say, kissing her and reaching under her skirt to finger her pussy. "You seem really interested in my pussy, uncle. Can I rub your cock in it?" she asks.

"Sure," you answer Leeseo, who lifts her skirt and pulls her panties to the side, grinding her virgin folds against your already throbbing shaft. She takes it slow, moving it up and down her entrance, moaning softly as she does it. "Oh shit, that's such a good sensation," you tell Leeseo as she pushes the tip of your cock closer to her clit, keeping the rubdown going.

"Fuck, that's so good," you tell Leeseo, her increasing the pace of the rubdown, grinding your cock very fast against her cunt. "Fuck, right there," you tell her. "Are you enjoying it, uncle? Yujin unnie says guys really like it when you do it to them," Leeseo says.

Leeseo grinds really fast on your cock, putting it at her mercy. "Ahh," you moan, her enjoying the friction between your shaft and her pussy lips, even slapping your tip a little bit against her clit. She teases you for a bit until finally putting just a little of your shaft inside her.

Your niece's virgin pussy is so tight and warm even your very experienced cock struggles inside it, her walls squeezing you hard from the get-go. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Leeseo softly moans, you pumping her pussy as she pulls her panties to the side. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she continues to moan.

"Fuck," Leeseo exclaims as your cock gets deeper in her pussy. The more you fuck her, the more you feel like you're not gonna last long. She tries to bounce on your cock, her cute tits jiggling as your thrusts get harder, you having to stop after a bit just to survive.

"Fuck, I'm gonna," you can't even finish the sentence, pulling your cock out of Leeseo's tight pussy and unloading your cum all over her midriff. She promptly picks it up to taste. "It's so salty, Uncle," she says, taking it in her mouth and cleaning herself up.

"Hyunseo, your pussy is just too tight; I think I'll need some extra help," you tell her. "Stay here, I'm going upstairs and will be back soon," you say. You go to the bathroom, taking some stuff that will help you against the incredibly tight pussy of your niece, before going back downstairs and meeting Leeseo in the same place you left her off.

"I have to get my cock hard first; can you help me, Hyunseo?" you ask her. "Sure," she answers. Leeseo covers the bottom part of your body with a blanket, sucking your cock under it and trying to take it deeper this time. "Hmmm," you groan. "Are you enjoying my hidden blowjob, uncle?" she asks.

Leeseo removes the blanket, your already throbbing cock all over her mouth. "God damn it," you groan, Leeseo twisting your cock and spitting on it, not getting afraid anymore to use the lessons she learned from Yujin. "You didn't come to play this time, Hyunseo, did you?" you ask, spanking Leeseo's beautiful young ass as she bends over your boy.

"Oh my God," you groan as Leeseo bobs her head hard on your cock. You kiss her cock-filled mouth as she keeps stroking you, spanking her ass a few times. "You really seem to like my ass, uncle," she says.

You pull Leeseo's panties down, massaging her pussy as she strokes your cock, reaching to also grope her perfect tits. "Ahhhhh," she moans, your hands all over her young pussy, you pushing her in your direction to kiss her while she tries to keep her efforts on your cock.

Leeseo's pussy gets fingered hard. "Fuck," she moans, you muffling it with kisses. "Uncle, you're going too fast," she says. "Am I?" you ask her, giving her pink pussy a few more taps.

You suck Leeseo's perky tits as your hand runs circles on her clit. "Fuck," she continues to moan, getting used to your strong stimulation as you worship her beautiful teen body. You take your shirt off, pushing her towards your cock and enjoying her moving her head all over it. "Yes, baby, perfect," you say to her, running your hands on her ass while she spits on your cock. She dives towards your balls, showing much less restraint this time and jerking your cock off strongly.

You dive your face between Leeseo's boobs, sucking them like a baby. "God, they are so big, and you're only 18," you tell her. "Glad you like them, uncle," she says, moaning as you grab them with both hands and bring them closer to your mouth, before letting her move back to deep-throat your cock. "Oh my God, yes," you say, praising her efforts.

"Touch your pussy while you suck my cock," you tell Leeseo, who obliges. "Keep going, don't stop, do it, do it," you say as she deepthroats your cock again. You push her pussy against your head, eating it out while giving some slaps to her big tits. "Holy shit, uncle, that's so hot," she says, reaching to stroke your cock while you keep eating her pussy.

"SHIT," Leeseo screams as you tongue all over her young clit. She pants, spasms running over her midriff. "That's so good, that's so good," she says, you getting her body on top of yours and enjoying every second of that young pussy in your mouth.

"Please fuck me, uncle," Leeseo begs. "Then bring the condom to me," you order her. Leeeseo obliges, breaking the condom envelope with her mouth and slowly wrapping it around your cock and then gently stroking it with her beautiful feet afterwards.

Leeseo bends over as you slowly insert your cock in her tight pussy again. She moves her hips, pushing your cock deeper in her pussy. "Did Yujin teach you that?" you ask her. "Yes," she answers, softly moaning as she takes more and more inside. Soon, you take control, grabbing her waist and giving her slightly faster thrusts that make her tits jiggle.

"OHHHHH," Leeseo screams as you grab her bouncy boobs. "Ahhhh, ahhhhh," she moans, you enjoying it. "Wanna sit on it?" you ask her. "Sure, uncle," she answers, you sitting on the couch and getting ready for Leeseo to bounce on your cock, firmly grabbing her beautiful tits. "The more I look at them, the bigger they get," you tell her. "Oh, thanks, uncle," she says as she prepares to ride you.

"Let me try a different hole now," you say to Leeseo. "You want my ass, uncle? I'm so scared," she answers you. "Don't be; take it slow if you want to," you promise her. "Yujin unnie said you get accustomed after a while, but I never had a cock in my ass," she continues.

Leeseo moves up and down your cock, you grabbing her ass as she moans, increasing her speed at each move. "Don't stop, don't stop, ahhhh," she continues to moan, looking very sexy while getting herself impaled on your cock.

Her virgin asshole is so insanely tight it makes her pussy look like an easy job.

"Oh yeah," Leeseo moans, her tits all over your face, you sucking them as your cock gets deeper and deeper in her ass. "AHHHH FUCK," she screams, bouncing faster than ever and driving you to the edge. "Keep going, baby," you tell her, Leeseo's hair getting messy as she rides your cock.

Leeseo gets herself in one of the couch's arms, you now getting full control to fuck her ass. "HMMMMM," she moans, clearly starting to feel some pain as your cock gets deep in her butt. "HMMM, HMMM, HMMM, HMMMM," she tries to hide it, you moving her to a spooning position now and groping her tits.

Leeseo fingers her pussy, trying to deal with the heat as your cock makes her asshole very sore. "AHHHHHH," she screams, your balls clapping against her cheeks. "Come on," you tell her, fucking her ass faster than ever, Leeseo closing her eyes and feeling a lot of pain, putting all her fingers in her pussy to cope with it as you don't care about her asshole being a virgin one; in fact, that makes you fuck her even harder.

"FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH!" Leeseo screams, fingering her pussy like a maniac now as she can barely take it. You keep relentlessly fucking her ass, eventually getting close as the tightness of her hole is too much for you to handle. "Come here, stroke that cock, and make me cum," you tell her, Leeseo promptly obliging and jerking it off despite her very sore butt, giving your very fast strokes and smiling at you as you start groaning as you bust your cum all over that condom.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of cum, uncle; glad you liked my ass," Leeseo says. "Well, it's all yours now," you say, kissing her and removing your condom for Leeseo to taste your cum. "It's so delicious," she says. "I knew you would like it," you tell her as you head upstairs.

A few hours pass by as you finally leave your bedroom to take a shower. As you shower, all you can think of is your naughty niece Leeseo, her beautiful young body, stroking your cock in the shower until you paint the box walls with a nice thick white load. Leeseo now occupies your whole mind, and you feel like you need to fuck your niece again as soon as possible.

Luckily, you wouldn't have to wait long. As soon as you open the door of your bedroom, you find Leeseo lying on your bed, wearing nothing on top, her pale skin and perky tits in full display, and just a sleeping pantyhose at the bottom. "Uncle, I'm so horny I can't sleep," she says.

You give Leeseo some kisses on both her mouth and boobs, making her smile at you. "I think I've got the perfect sleeping pill for you, Hyunseo," you tell her. "You do, uncle?" she asks. "Yes, right between my legs," you say, tossing your towel out.

"Get on your knees," you tell Leeseo as she follows and starts massaging your cock. "You look so beautiful, Hyunseo," you tell her. "Thanks, uncle," she answers, grabbing your cock and licking the tip of it. "Such a good girl," you tell her, Leeseo taking your cock very slowly and teasing you.

You grab Leeseo's hair and start fucking her face, making her gag. "Look at me while you take this cock," you tell her. Leeseo tries to bob her head on it as you push it deeper in her mouth. "Such a sexy girl," you say, trying to push your cock even deeper. "Open your eyes and follow me," you say as Leeseo keeps gagging on your cock.

"I love seeing it bulging under your throat," you say to Leeseo, pulling out and rubbing your cock against her neck. She takes it back in her mouth, you fucking her pretty face harder than ever and pushing it against her crotch.

"I'm not gonna put on a condom this time; I'm gonna take it raw and deep in your pussy and cum all over it. Do you understand?" you ask Leeseo. "Yes," she answers as you continue to fuck her face. "God damn it, why are you so pretty with this cock all over your mouth, such a hot girl?" you say.

Leeseo gets your cock very wet. "I love seeing those tits bounce as I fuck your face," you tell her as a string of saliva comes out of your cock into her chest. You let Leeseo worship your cock before shoving it balls deep in her mouth one more time and making her spit all over it.

"Get up," you tell Leeseo, pulling her pantyhose down. "I'm gonna destroy that 18-year-old pussy," you promise her. Leeseo smiles, you sliding your cock right between her honey thighs, her moaning as she squeezes your shaft. "Beautiful girl," you say, kissing her and massaging her tits as your cock slides in and out of her thighs, making a lot of friction against the folds of her pussy.

"Damn, your legs are so nice, Hyunseo," you tell her as she moans and smiles. "Now is the time to turn around," you command, pushing Leeseo's hot body against your bed and sticking your cock in her tight pussy in one go. She closes her eyes, you thrusting hard inside her and grabbing her hair, determined not to go easy this time and extract the maximum pleasure you can from your niece.

"AHHHHHH," Leeseo screams, you tying her arms behind her back and getting her up, fucking her in a standing position and showing her she was going to be nothing but your fucktoy this night. "I love the way those titties bounce when I fuck you," you tell her as Leeseo keeps moaning.

Leeseo gets a good treatment, you pounding her hard from behind and choking her. You pin her against the wall, giving her pale butt a little spank as Leeseo tries to cope with your hard thrusts, her ass showing some great recoil, her smiling as your hands are all over her tits.

"God damn, you're so tight," you say to Leeseo. "Move on this dick," you say to her, letting Leeseo move her hips on your cock a bit before pushing her against your bed and mounting on top of her. "AHHHHHH," she screams, you completely dominating her. "Come here," you say, sitting on your bed and letting her bob your head on your cock to taste herself.

"Gag on it, spit all over my dick, massage my balls," you command to Leeseo, loving her smile as she sucks your cock and rubs your balls. "Fuck, you're doing some good work on it; bet Yujin taught you well," you tell her, thrusting your cock up her face to test her as you play with her hair. Leeseo gags. "Perfect, choke all over it," you say, grabbing her head and pushing it down while you push your cock up at the same time.

"Rub my ass while you suck my cock," you tell Leeseo, her massaging the entrance of your asshole while you stuff your cock deep in her mouth. "Fuck, that's incredible," you tell her, Leeseo smiling as you praise her.

"Come here," you say to Leeseo, grabbing her body in your direction. "Look at you," you tell her, spanking her ass and pushing your cock back in her pussy, her body tilting down as you let her slowly bounce on your cock, you two sharing hot kisses as you soon start pumping her teen pussy. "HMMMM, AHHHH," she moans, your cock pushing deeper as you spank her pale butt. "Bounce on that dick," you tell her, Leeseo moving up and down it and meeting your thrusts while you run your hands over her body.

You pump Leeseo from down low, grabbing her bouncy boobs as she gets pounded. You love to feel every inch of her young body, soon flipping her around into a sexy eye-to-eye missionary position, pumping her deep while you kiss her and she fingers her pussy, getting it wet for your cock to get deeper inside.

"You're such a tight girl, Hyunseo," you say to her, choking Leeseo's neck and making the bed make loud noises with your thrusts up her pussy. You quickly dominate her, getting fully on top of her, Leeseo's body as her tits jiggle more than ever. "AHHHHHH," she lets out a loud moan as you choke her, the bed getting louder than ever as you relentlessly attack her pussy.

You slow down a bit but keep your cock inside Leeseo's pussy, making sure to make eye contact as you fuck her. "Fuck, you're such a sexy demon, squeezing my cock so tight," you tell her, rewarding Leeseo with some kisses on her tits before switching into a spooning position, pounding her harder than ever and pinning her against the bed, taking the last remnants of her clothes and getting her beautiful body in full display. "Let me see it," you tell her, enjoying Leeseo's bare body now in full view.

You rub your hands all over Leeseo's body, from her tits to her pussy, but paying special attention to the former, groping them and massaging them as your cock bulges under her belly. "You really seem to like my tits, uncle," she notices. "Oh yes, and I know they are gonna grow even bigger over the next years," you say, continuing to grab them.

"Look at you, such a good young slut taking your uncle's big dick," you say to Leeseo. "Such a pretty little pussy," you say, slowing down a bit to give it soft but deep thrusts, Leeseo closing her eyes as she gets closer to her orgasm. "It's getting so wet and tight down there," you tell her, picking up the pace as you keep massaging Leeseo's boobs.

"You've got such a perfect little pink pussy," you tell Leeseo, sticking your cock deeper and deeper inside it. All she can do now is moan at each thrust. "I can't wait to cum deep in it," you say, spreading her lips and popping your cock in and out of her tight teen hole. "Tell me where your uncle is gonna cum?" you ask her. "In my pussy," she answers.

But first, you need to explore some different holes. "Look at this cute pink asshole," you say, noticing it's essentially intact despite you fucking some hours ago. You put a pair of fingers in her butthole, teasing her as you try to get it ready for your cock, Leeseo moaning and letting some juices out of her pussy. Soon, you replace your fingers with your cock, being very careful and inserting it all the way deep.

Leeseo's tight asshole queefs as you push your cock deep inside it. You push your fingers deep in her pussy, stimulating her on both holes as you fuck Leeseo with both your cock and fingers, choking her too and making her insanely tight. She grunts, starting to feel some pain as you keep pushing your cock in her ass. "Look at you, taking uncle's big cock in your ass," you say.

"DAMN," Leeseo screams, feeling the pain as you try to ease her up with some kisses. The heat of your cock buried deep in her asshole feels too much for her. "Suck that dick, get it wet before you sit on it," you command, Leeseo obliging before she starts bouncing her ass on your cock. At first, you let her take free reign of it, grabbing her tits as she rides you, but quickly, that comes to an end.

"Take that dick, baby," you tell Leeseo, spanking her ass and pushing her in your direction as you start pumping up her butthole. "AHHHHHHHHH!" Leeseo screams loudly, making the bed creak as her asshole is used hard like a fleshlight. "Fuck, it's still tight," you say, slowing down a bit.

"Get on your feet and bounce on that dick," you say to Leeseo, grabbing her ass. She tries to bounce, but her fun quickly ends, your addiction to her tight asshole taking over as you make her cheeks clap. Leeseo tries to fight back. "Come on," you tell her, but her fun doesn't last long, and soon she gets put back in her place.

You turn Leeseo around, completely dominating her as you give her a special full nelson anal treatment, your arms completely locking her legs while you pump her asshole with hard and deep thrusts that make her struggle. You then push her body against yours, switching into a pearly gates position that allows you to grope her bouncy tits while you destroy her ass. "FUCKKKK," she continues to scream, closing her eyes as your thrusts hit her hard.

"AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHHH," Leeseo screams as your cock is a pain in her ass. But you just can't stop thrusting. She tries to bounce on it, but you just don't let her, attacking your ass harder than ever and almost making her burst into tears. "HMMMMMM," she groans, trying to hide her pain as you start fucking her ass in the craziest positions imaginable. Soon, you get on top of her, fucking it like a bull. "Be a good girl, take it all," you tell her, Leeseo groaning as your cock hits her asshole balls deep. "HMMMMM," more groaning sounds come out of her mouth, Leeseo losing her balance as you completely top her, kissing her as you spank her butt and destroy her ass in a rough prone bone position, before switching to a fast sideways fuck. Leeseo is now completely unable to react, her ass completely sore and her cheeks completely red after a hard anal session she's not going to forget anytime soon.

You finally give Leeseo a relief, letting her get your cock back in her pussy. "You're such a naughty girl; now I want to cum in your pussy even more," you tell her, spanking her pale tits as she bounces on your cock and moans. The relief doesn't last long, though, as you grab Leeseo in your direction before topping her one more time, kissing her while you take your cock deep in her pussy. "Look at me, slut, I'm gonna hit it deep in your cervix," you tell her. "FUCK," Leeeseo screams as you fulfill your promise, your cock attacking her pussy all the way deep.

Leeseo fingers herself as your hard thrusts make her lose her breath. "I wanna see your pretty face a little more before I put that cum inside your pussy," you tell her, pumping hard against her pussy and making the bed bounce. "Come here, I want you to warm my cock up before I empty my balls inside you," you say to her, getting on your feet as Leeseo gets on her knees to suck your cock and finally get some of the flavors of her ass and pussy all over it.

Leeseo spits all over your dick, finally showing no restraints to suck your cock. She gives you a pair of amazing deepthroats, stuffing it deep in her mouth and earning her praises from you. "Good girl," you say as Leeseo keeps choking on your cock. She licks your tip, teasing you. "Fuck, that's perfect," you say to her.

"I'm so ready to cum in your young pussy," you tell Leeseo. "Please, uncle, give me a huge load," she says. "Bring me your tits first," you command, Leeseo grabbing them together and squeezing your shaft between her perky boobs. "Fuck, that's amazing," you tell her as she titfucks it. "So sexy," you say.

"Yujin unnie told me guys get really horny when a girl puts their tits between their cocks," Leeseo says to you. "Well, let me show it then," you say to her, grabbing her boobs and taking control of it yourself, banging her tits as you push your huge shaft up and down her young milkers, Leeseo giving a good smile as you spank her tits too.

"Alright, I'm ready to breed you," you tell Leeseo. "Yes, uncle, please breed me," she begs. You shove her body against the bed and get on top of it, beginning a hardcore mating press as you insert your dick back in her pussy. Luckily you've got such a resistant bed, because your thrusts are so hard it feels like the bed is about to break at any second, loud noises coming out of it every time you reach the depths of Leeseo's teen pussy.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," it's all Leeseo can scream now, you turning her into a total fucktoy that only exists for you to use her as much as possible. "I'm gonna cum in that pussy," you tell her, Leeseo fingering herself as you now have both feet on top of the bed and attack her pussy relentlessly. Leeseo puts her ass up, you giving her a mating press that could come straight out of a hentai. Your thrusts are so hard blood starts to come out of her hole as your cock tears her hymen apart. "AHHHH," Leeseo moans, your shaft getting bloodier each time you thrust inside her. "Tell me," you say. "I want you to cum inside me," she begs, you using her pussy harder than ever.

"OH BABY, OHHHHHH FUCK," you groan as you start emptying your balls inside Leeseo's pink pussy. "AHHHHHH," she screams, your cock stuffed balls deep in her cunt, blood dripping out of her body and running between her cheeks as you can't stop cumming inside Leeseo's teen hole. "FUCKKKKK," you scream as the loads keep coming out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Eleven big fat loads inside it. "God damn it," you say once you're finally done, your cock completely flaccid as Leeseo drained you to the fullest.

"Look at you, so full of cum," you tell Leeseo, her pinching her pussy and grabbing some of your cum to eat, smiling at you as the session is finally over. "I think it's time for you to go back to your dorms, but tomorrow I want to meet that Yujin girl you talked so much about," you say to her. "Alright, uncle," she answers.

Leeseo goes back to the dorm, telling Yujin about her experience with you. Yujin is baffled, her face shocked as she can't believe Leeseo let her uncle cum inside her. "I'm gonna need some help, unnie; he fucked my ass too, and I was really struggling," she says. "That's fine; the first time is always the hardest," Yujin replies to her.

On the next day, Leeseo returns to your home, bringing Yujin alongside her just like she promised. You greet both girls, getting to know Yujin better as you chat with her. "Hyunseo, can you pick up some cookies for us?" you tell your niece. "Sure," Leeseo answers.

As Leeseo gets back to serving you and Yujin in the room, she starts hearing some loud noises, getting greeted by the scene of you sucking her best friend's boobs while humping your cock against her honey thighs, both of you groaning and too distracted to pay attention to the surroundings. Leeseo keeps looking, unable to catch either of their attention, deciding to make a move as she licks the tip of your cock as it pops out of Yujin's thighs.

"FUCK," you groan as Leeseo's lick makes you explode and cum hard, you still unaware of her being there. You kiss Yujin, wondering how far your load had flown, but you can't seem to find any traces of your cum. Until you turn around and see a beautiful young face painted white.

It's Leeseo's.

"The cookies are ready, uncle."

[seishroo]

rin and marathon sex cause he's a freak like that

“make her tap out” — r. itoshi

cw. smut mdni, overstimulation, reader being pathetic as hell, rin just being yummy yum yum

rin was always a beast when it came to soccer. dominating the field, he’s intense — commanding authority without even trying.

and when it comes to sex? he’s practically a machine running off of talent, ego, and pure domination. you’d think he’d be worn out from all of his matches, but his stamina never wavers when it comes to you. not even for a split second.

he’d have you in a brutal mating press, pounding into you with relentless vigor as you struggled to even catch an intake of breath, your hands scrambling for something to ground yourself with — which happened to be those godly biceps of his.

“rinnie!”, you’d whine, tears rolling down your delicate features as he fucked you to yet another orgasm. what was it now? third, fourth, seventh? who knows at this point. you were too dazed, and it seemed like he was having zero issue taking you to peak after peak after peak.

“yeah, pretty baby?”, he’d question just to humor you, acting as if he was paying attention to anything you had to say. he didn’t need to know what you were thinking, your pussy spoke for you — fluttering around his cock frantically. he’d continue to thrust into you, hard and deep. he was clearly getting a kick out of sending you far past mere overstimulation.

he’d push down on your tummy, feeling how deep he was inside of you. “tsk, you feel that, baby?”, he’d ask between thrusts, watching exactly what it does to you. “feel me in there?”, he’d chuckle, grasping the back of your knees tighter and pushing your legs back further, folding you like a fucking beach chair. “shit, ‘s like this pussy was made just for me”, he’d mutter, hitting your sweet spot over and over with the new angle.

you could barely come up with a response, just incoherent babbles and chants of his name, your body now being a bunch of mush as he had his way with you, moans filling the room like a sweet melody.

he groaned at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, just greedy and filthy. it tightened around him like a vice, signaling your impending release yet again.

“ohmygodohmygodrinrinrin”, you’d cry out, choking on your own words as you felt yourself becoming pathetically needy for him, to soak his length in your juices again. “shhhhhiiiiittttt, ‘m gon—“, you panted before your brain short-circuited once his thumb met your throbbing clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to get you there even faster.

“i know, baby”, he coos, holding your legs in place with one hand while the other abused your swollen clit. “doing so well f’me, jus’ let go, yeah?”, he’d mutter in that sexy low tone, just his voice alone could have you a mess.

in which it did, you quivered erratically as your orgasm rushed through you, back arching before your body went limp and practically melted into the bed. rin continued to fuck you through it, making sure to draw every last bit out before he spilled inside of you with a choked groan, his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

he slowly pulled out of you before pushing back in, ensuring that none of him spilled out of your hole. “you look s’pretty when you’re all messy for me”, he whispers — more so to himself given you couldn’t process jack shit at the moment, still pathetically whimpering.

he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your tummy and pushing your legs in, putting your ass in the air before burying his face in your cunt, slurping up the mixture of both of your releases and eating you out from behind. he’d chuckle at your little whines, telling him 'you can’t take anymore' and this and that. nipping at your inner thigh, he’d coo once more, “aw, you can take one more f’me, can’t you?”, before diving back into your folds.

it was in fact not one more. don’t ever believe rin when he says that shit.

an: i loved writing this tysm for the req - now i can't stop thinking abt rin LMFAOOOO

© seishroo | much love ꨄ

[chiibabie]

nagi likes to hold hands with you while having sex ♡

nagi who has you in a prone bone position right now. with his chest pressing onto your back, it's enough to make you go crazy as your face is pressed into the pillows and your hands are fisting the sheets. his cock is reaching so deeply inside of you there's drool leaking out of your mouth and onto the pillows. you can only let out muffled whines of "so big sei..." and "hnnghhh.. more please.."

from behind you, nagi lets out his own whimpers. honestly, this man cannot resist you and everytime you let out small gasps of "a-aahh" and "hahhh", he turns more into mush. he's so lucky he thinks, to have someone so pretty underneath him while he gets the opportunity to turn you into a whiny and overstimulated mess, all because of him.

his gaze trails to your hand that's weakly fisting the sheets right now. there's a desire that builds up, one that makes him realize he wants to take your smaller hand into his, and gently trace his thumb over it, in contrast to the hard and deep thrusts he's giving you. he reaches his own arm out a little, placing his hand over yours and intertwines your fingers together.

"h-huuh?" you whimper, not expecting him to do that. to which he simply replies with "jus' wanna hold your hand, pretty girl”

he should not have said that! the pet name results in a loud whine from you, and nagi can feel you fluttering and twitching around his cock. you end up letting out moans, clenching around him tightly as you mumble out a "gonna cum, sei...wanna-i wanna- hahh.. gonna cum all over your cock.. m' gonna make a mess.."

and while of course nagi wants to make you cum, have you creaming all around him, he can't have that just yet. so with whatever resolve he has left, he stops his thrusts, pulls out of you, and flips you onto your back. it's not his fault. if anything, it's yours. he needs to see your pretty face when you fall apart on his cock.

not only are you not that happy that your orgasm was pulled away from you, but you're upset that nagi stopped holding your hand. sure, it's only for a second, and he obviously has to pull his hand away to flip you onto your back, but seriously, what was with him? you didn't even understand why he felt the need to change positions so suddenly.

you look up at him with tearful eyes and a pout. it's enough to really make his heart clench.

"sei...why? stop teasing me.. just wanna cum..." you whine rather pathetically. in response, nagi mutters out a low "sorry y/n.. gonna make you feel good now okay? jus' trust me"

before you can respond to him, nagi pushes himself in again, resulting in you throwing your head back as your mouth opens into an 'o' shape. no matter how many times you two have sex, the feeling of his large cock stretching you out is something you can never get used to. even the tip is enough to make you whimper like a cockdrunk mess.

he takes your hand into his, holding it tightly against the mattress as he continues to pound into you. you're letting out obscene moans and whines now. the position is so simple, but his cock is reaching so deep inside of you your brain is turning into mush, the only thoughts being about him.

you're much smaller than him, everything about you. he's so tall sometimes he has to bend down a little just to talk to you. your pussy is so small compared to his cock, every time he places his cock on top of your pussy it's just a big reminder of the size difference between you two.

and even your hands. your hands are so much smaller than his bigger ones. with veins tracing all over his hands, he groans at the sight of your hand being completely engulfed by him, and at the sight of your pussy taking his cock so well that there's lewd noises as his cock pumps in and out of you, and as his heavy balls slap against you.

"angel... shit, stop clenching so tight 'round me.. s' not fair, you're gonna make me cum.."

your eyes are rolling back. it's not long before you can feel your upcoming orgasm, and of course nagi knows it's coming too. he reaches his other hand down to rub circles on your clit. really, it's not fair, he knows exactly how to make you fall apart.

"seishiro!" you squeal, "m' gonna- gonna cum! o-ohh sei, feels so good... harder, harder! wan' it harder..."

a small "hm.." is all nagi replies with.

"c-cumming!!" you gasp out. your mouth opens into a silent scream as nagi fucks you through your orgasm. you're clenching his hand impossibly tight he thinks it might turn white.

when you come down from your high, nagi is still thrusting sloppily into you, trying to reach his own orgasm.

"m' still sensitive, wait.." you can barely hold it together, there's a mess between your pussy and his cock, and nagi can only let out a whimper of "sorry baby.. can't help it. jus' hold onto my hand, kay?"

you nod. and soon enough, nagi is reaching his own orgasm as he gasps out a "angel, angel... gonna cum. m' gonna dump it all into you, kay? be a good girl and take it... hhahhh, gonna keep you all for myself. yeah? you want that?"

it's amusing to see how pathetic nagi gets during sex.

"y-yeahhh sei... cum inside... y-you can dump it into me, jus' wanna be your good girl who takes your cock. only me, no one else.."

when nagi comes, he clutches your hand so tight you feel as if it's going to fall off. you let out whimpers of "so good..." while nagi rambles on and on, saying "ohhh, angel...hahhh, sorry, m' sorry y/n.. m' cumming so much.. take it okay? be a good girl.. yeah princess, lemme fill you up, you really are a mess for my cock huh?"

when nagi's done, he pulls out. he's panting, while you lay there trying to catch your breath. you wiggle your hand out of his, saying you want to show him something. he's confused, furrowing his eyebrows. but you reach down and spread your pussy lips and all of his cum spills out of you.

you look up at him with teary eyes, whining about how "s' leaking out, sei... filled me up too much I can't even hold it.."

seriously, why would you say that? now he's hard again and he groans pathetically, using one hand to cover his eyes as he listens to your whimpers.

finally, he leans down, kisses your forehead, and takes your hand into his once again.

"pretty girl, you can take more right?"

[shadowbriar]

Bob Reynolds — Catalyst

Pairing : Robert "Bob" Reynolds x (she/her) doctor!Reader Word Count : a lot, idk how many exactly cause I'm drafting this on my phone. Warning : Thunderbolts spoilers. Sets during Bob's Project Sentry era. Mentions of medical procedures. Not proofread cause I'm doing this on my phone. Synopsis : For once, he actually let himself grow comfortable in the gentleness of another. Notes : we love Bob, Bob deserves the world. I kinda want to make this a mini series but idk how the plot should go. I'm open for ideas if you have any suggestions! also, please donate to my kofi so I can get a new laptop and write properly cause drafting though phone is hell, i tell you.

"Breath in for me,"

Bob tries to control his breathing as her gloved hands sneak under his pyjamas. His eyes were everywhere, but her, trying to distract his mind from how the close proximity has made him able to get a whiff of her faint perfume, or see the pendant of her necklace dangling as she leans a little to put the stethoscope on his chest.

"Your heartbeat is peaking," she highlights as the heart monitor beeped a little louder "Are you feeling any pain?"

"No, I'm just startled from the cold metal," he lies through his teeth.

Her brows were still furrowed once she stepped away from him, making notes of his monitor on her pad, "It looks like you're having frequent rise of heartbeat, especially whenever I try to listen to your insides. Are you sure you're feeling okay, Bob?"

He nods, unable to say any word.

"No headaches? Heartburn? Pain anywhere?"

"No," he says in a tiny voice "I'm feeling great,"

"Okay, let me see your eyes then," she says before placing her hands to his jaws. Her thumbs pulling the skin under his eyes a little to see if there's any foul colour on it. Bob's fingers were now gripping the thin sheet of his bed tightly as he tried to calm his nerves. The heart monitor is once again betraying him as it beeps more frequently, erratic to the point that it worries her "Your heart is beating so fast, are you sure you're feeling okay, Bob?"

She places her hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart. Her face was filled with worry now, as the beads of sweat on Bob's forehead started to fall. Colour was starting to fade from his face, as well. He was turning pale.

"I'm nervous," he confessed shyly, taking a small gulp.

"Of what?"

You, he wanted to say, but he knew that it would be too inappropriate to utter. He was one of the many patients she's taking care of, one of the many test subjects for the project, and though he wants to believe that she's treating him a little kinder than the others for the same sentiment he hoards for her, he knew that at the end of the day, she was only doing her job and what matters for her was the drugs' progression, not him as a person.

"What if it doesn't work? Will you kick me out of the lab?" Bob asks instead.

The corners of her lips curled upwards, smiling to him as she takes a seat on the edge of his bed, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Bob shakes his head.

"You're my friend, Bob. Where ever these drugs would lead us to, I will always take care of you, I can promise you that," she reassures, giving the most gentle squeeze on his arm as she continues "I will never, ever, let anything bad happen to you, okay? You're my favourite person in this whole lab and I would never let anything hurt you. But in order to do that, you need to help me out a little. You need to tell me if you feel any pain or anything strange, really, so I can help you and stop it from happening again,"

"I'm not feeling any pain," he says with eyes glued on hers "I promise,"

Her eyes scanned for any trace of lies on his face before nodding, smiling in understanding, "Okay, then, let's get back to those beautiful blue eyes of yours. Try to relax, okay?"

Bob nodded like an obedient little kid. This time the heart monitor didn't beep as frequently when she places her hands back to his face. The grip he has on the sheet have loosened, and his breathing has gone more at eased. For once, he actually let himself grow comfortable in the gentleness of another.

"Your pupils are a little dilated," she noticed as they stare into each other's eyes "Perhaps because of your nerves, but we'll still put that in the chart for future references, okay?"

Bob nods, "So, everything else is good?"

"Yup, so far so good," she answers with a nod, putting her pad down "I'm not supposed to share this, but you're our strongest subject and I'd like to think that it's because you and I are more than just doctor and patient. We're friends,"

His smile grows, still timid but it's brighter than she's ever seen before.

"You look really cute when you smile. You should do it more often," she compliments.

The rouge on his cheeks bloom. Bob looks away, trying his best to hide his bashful face from her. The long strands of his hair falls to his eyes, but he knew that it wouldn't be enough to hide just how red his whole face is.

Noticing his embarrassed self, she smiles to herself and stood from his bed, "Well, I'll leave you to rest then,"

"Wait," Bob calls before she could leave the room "How much longer do I have to stay here?"

"I'm not sure, Bob. We're still monitoring everyone and you still have that rising heartbeat issue that we need to take care of," she notes, placing her hands in the pocket of her coat "Why, do you have anywhere else you need to be?"

"No, I just— I'd like to see the city," he answers, that very uncertainty returning to his voice again "I was wondering if you could show me around, cause I didn't have much time to wander before admitting to the lab,"

"Oh," she notes, a little surprised to hear his vulnerable reasoning. With silent steps, she walks closer to him again, smiling as she proposes, "Well, I haven't done much wander myself because we have a lot of things to do here, but.. Why don't we try to get you back in shape as soon as possible, and then we can start our little adventure throughout the city?"

Bob's heart swells in his chest. He was never this happy, never this optimistic about life, and the promise of having something to look forward to. He flew himself to South-East Asia to try on new drugs without a care of how it might affect him because truly, no one ever cared. His mission was just to see this new drug and try it himself, bonus point if he doesn't die in the process. But now that he's met her, now that he's felt how good it is to have someone who cares for him, Bob wonders if he should let himself hope for tomorrow.

"Bob?" she calls softly, snapping him out of his thoughts "Would you like that?"

He nods eagerly, grinning, "I'd love that, yes,"

"Okay, well, it's a date, then,"

—-

Being a doctor for a human test laboratory is certainly different than working for hospitals. Most days, she finds it hard to still call herself "human" after all the experiment she's seen before her very eyes. People would go to extreme lengths just to prove something, disposing of other innocent souls as a cost they're willing to pay.

She's considered to free herself from such occupation. Rebuild a life that is more mundane and ordinary, perhaps to move back to her hometown and build a small clinic there, but if she wasn't here, who would fight for a humane treatment for these poor subjects? Who would spare their own personal time to do research for the new batches of the serums, making and taking more samples before actually injecting them to human beings, if not for her?

"We lost subject SE-37 this morning," Dr. Houston says as they have their morning meeting "It's such a shame, because she was showing great progress up until yesterday,"

"Her name was Grace," she seethe on her seat "Stop calling these people with their serum labels, they have names,"

The rest of the doctors remained quiet, watching her with conflicted expression.

"This is our seventh loss this week," she continues with a heavy sigh, rubbing her temples from the stress "We have more casualty than progress, we have to stop the research for now,"

"But Valentina��,"

"I don't care what Valentina says. She's not here, alright?! She doesn't see these patients wither and die before her own eyes. We're the ones who do, and as much as all of you hate to admit it, I know that it's taking a toll on us. It would be unwise to continue this without a clear and steady head, so we're putting a halt to this project,"

"Until when?" one of them asked.

"Until we know exactly what it is that is failing our patients and found a way to fix it,"

The rest of the doctors shuffled away from the room as they figured their meeting has come to a bitter end. This wouldn't be the first sour argument they witnessed between Dr. Houston and her. She might be the smartest and most brilliant doctor OXE Group has ever employed, but her benevolence often times came first before her duty to the company. That's why Valentina appointed Dr. Houston as her co-chief of research. Houston might not be as smart, but he's experienced and she respects him just enough to not jeopardise the research whenever things went south.

Exactly like how things are looking like right now.

"You're a bright kid," Houston starts when it was just the two of them left in the room "You and Valentina can do great things together, but this compassion.. It's misplaced, right now,"

"Yeah, and who am I supposed to feel more sympathy for? Valentina, because she's lost billions of dollars from this research?" she scoffs "I don't think it's my compassion that is misplaced here—it's your loyalty. You're a doctor, you're sworn to protect your patients,"

"I'm a citizen of this planet first before a doctor, and what we need most now is a protector," Houston argues, his face stern and unwavering "If Project Sentry fails, then we've failed everyone on this planet, not just those we've lost during this research,"

She remained quiet, looking back at him with the same resolute expression.

"We'll take a week of break from taking new patients. Let the doctors calm down as you said, and then we'll start a whole new batch,"

"But—,"

"No buts, I'm trying to save all of our heads here, Kid," Houston cuts in "Now go do your rounds, I'm sure your patients are waiting,"

"Patient, I only have one left," she corrected bitterly.

Dr. Houston kept his silence as she walked out of the room. It was a hard sight for him as well, to see the light dimming out of her this way. Had she worked for a hospital or some ordinary vaccine lab, she would've thrived and helped so many people by now, but OXE Group needs her. If Project Sentry was to ever success, it would need her wit and cleverness, or else they wouldn't even stand a chance on developing anything before the threat comes terrorising the Earth.

—-

"Good morning," Bob greets as she enters his room, his smile wide and blinding "I was wondering where you were,"

"I'm sorry, we had a late running meeting for the doctors," she apologises, sitting on the edge of his bed with a smile that never seemed to reach her eyes "How are we feeling this morning?"

"Great. I've finished my breakfast and I'm feeling real good today," he answers with a beaming smile.

She nods in acknowledgement, starting her assessment with him, "That's good to hear. No more fast heartbeat, yes?"

"Nope, all good,"

Smiling to his respond, she puts down her pad and looks at him closely, "Bob, I need you to promise me something, okay? If you feel anything strange, anything at all, you push that assistance button there and alert me, okay? I don't care if it's 2AM in the morning or if it only feels like a persisting scratch on your back, you tell me right away, okay?"

Bob frowns, trying to digest her insistent words.

"Please, promise me, Bob," she begs, taking his hand to hers and squeezing them gently "You don't have to feel bad if you're not sure about it or if the timing feels a little odd, just alert me at once, okay? And I'll come right back here in an instant, I promise you,"

Bob nods fast, blinking rapidly as he's still fazed from her urgency, but agreed nonetheless, "Of course, I promise,"

"Thank you," she whispers, putting her head down and placing the back of his hand to her forehead "Thank you, Bob,"

Bob watched as her head rests on his hand now. His other hand was itching to pat on her head, maybe run his fingers through the loose strands of her hair that falls out of the hair tie, but he was too scared of over stepping it. He doesn't know what it is that's making her this distraught or how to help her calm down. He's never had anyone to show him how, and the last thing he'd like to do is to make it even worse for her, so he just stayed there, eyes glued to the back of her head and let her have her moment to calm down.

With another squeeze, she finally puts his hand back down, "Alright, then, I'll let you back to rest,"

"I've done nothing but rest these past weeks, honestly," he answers bluntly "I don't think I can rest much more than I already did,"

She smiles, a soft chuckle escapes her lips and it felt like an earthquake to his heart. She looks down to her pad, scrolling through his charts and looking deep into it as if she's debating something in her head.

"You know what, you're right," she says as she puts the pad down "You've been in this bleak room for weeks without any sunlight. Why don't I try to talk with the other doctors to get you an hour or two permission outside of this room? Maybe we can stroll around the building? I hear there's this hawker place nearby that has really good food. Maybe we can go and try something there?"

Bob was unblinking now. Her proposal seems too good to be true, too fast to be offered. He's always thought about going out of this room, feeling the bustling road once again and seeing the people, but he didn't expect it to come this soon. He didn't expect that the date, though he knew it wouldn't be the kind of date he was hoping for, will happen in just mere days. Just how much luck has he scored eversince joining this drug test, honestly?

"I can't promise anything. I have to fight with the other doctors to give you this pass, but I will try," she continues "If you'd like, of course. If you think it's too fast—,"

"Please, I would love that," he says fast "I'd love to get out of this room with you,"

She smiles, this time a little more tender than the usual. She stares deeply into his eyes, looking at this bashful, yet charming man that has been the softest, most gentle soul she's ever come across. She watches as he fidgets a little from the gaze, undoubtedly feeling embarrassed again for no reason, yet she finds it hard to peel her eyes off of him. He was just too beautiful to not be admired at, too endearing for anyone to not fall in love with.

And Lord, she has fallen alright.

"Okay, I'll try and find Dr. Houston right away," she says softly.

Grabbing her pad and standing from her seat, she was about to walk away before Bob grabs her hand again, this time holding it gently and rubbing her skin with his thumb, "Thank you.. For everything,"

Turning her hand so that their fingers could interlock properly, she smiles at him and nods, "Thank you for everything too, Bob,"

—-

Having different style of work has made her and Houston have different labs on different floor of the building. She hardly ever visit his lab as she's the one who's done more progress and he's the one who needs to do the catching up, hence the more frequent visit of him to her lab, so tapping her ID to his now feels a little bizarre. She could still count with one hand the many times she's stepped foot on this floor over the years of them working in this building. She has never had any persisting matter to discuss with him until now, and seeing that the subject would certainly require a little back and forth argument, she reckons it would be best to just come to the old man's lab and bring the topic to his table.

Now that she's here, she observes the contrast difference of her lab compared to Houston's. Houston's lab is cleaned on the counter, stacked of papers placed neatly on the corners, while her's were more cluttered. The only messy part of the lab was Houston's work table, covered in leaves of papers and reports that she couldn't be more careless about.

Until one name caught her eyes: Robert Reynolds.

She picked up the report and began scanning the information. It looked similar to her reports, charts of his biometrics data, and progress through the experiment, but there's a strange folder on the back of this report, banded with a red clip.

"Confidential?" she whispers to herself, wondering why her reports were lacking of this document.

And that's how she found out. How none of the patients could survive the drug. How her samples, despite each success of previous tests, kept on failing on human subjects. How everyone seemed to be reaching their peak before succumbing the very next day with no prior symptoms.

Her serums were altered.

"I'm sorry, Kid," Houston says as he sneaked behind her and knocked her unconscious with a syringe of tranquilliser.

—-

"Good morn— You're not my doctor,"

The man steps closer to Bob's bed. His hand shoved deep in his coat pockets as he introduced himself, "My name is Dr. Houston, I will be taking care of you from now on, Robert,"

"Where is she?" Bob asks for her, calling her name "I don't want a new doctor, I want her,"

"She's.. Unavailable right now, but worry not, she's entrusted me to take care of you," Dr. Houston replies with a small smile "You have nothing to worry about, Robert. You will hardly feel her absence,"

Bob's brows furrow, obviously not welcoming this man, especially with his last words, but he has no other choice but to keep quiet this time, "When will she be back?"

Dr. Houston who was looking at his pad for Bob's charts stopped a little to look away, not meeting Bob's eyes as if he's trying to find the right answer before looking up with another smile, "Your charts are looking very great, Robert—"

"Bob," he cuts in "Just call me, Bob,"

"Bob," Dr. Houston repeats as if he's trying to see how the word lands on his tongue "You're looking very healthy from these charts, Bob. Are you ready for the next step?"

Bob raised an eyebrow, confused, "Next step? What next step?"

"Your exercises," Dr. Houston explains "We've stabilised you for the past weeks from the drug, and it looks like you're ready for our exercises,"

"What kind of exercises?"

"Well, you know, just basic physical exercises, like running, cycling, just the basic cardio for now. We don't want to push you too much, you're our most precious patient,"

Bob could hardly hear the next words Dr. Houston speaks of. The bitterness in his chest grew. He has so many questions, so much confusion as to why she would just leave him without a word, especially after promising to get him that pass to leave the building. He thought that she wanted to escape this room with him, even for just an hour or two. Whatever happened to that promise?

"Tomorrow, the nurse will help you to get to the gym. We'll monitor you throughout the exercise and after that, we'll do some blood test. We haven't done that in a while with you, have we?"

"No," Bob answers "Can I— Can I get out of the room after the blood test? She promised me she'd talk to the other doctors to give me some pass to go outside of this room, has there been any decision for that?"

"Oh, I didn't know we have that discussion, she didn't tell me anything," Dr. Houston says, making Bob's disappointment to grow even bigger "But let me see if I can do anything about that. For now, we just have to make sure that you'll pass the physical exercise tomorrow,"

Bob nods to himself, but his mind is evidently elsewhere. He stared at the wall as Dr. Houston excused himself. The voices in his head were loud now, much louder than they ever did before. The room suddenly feels more chilly, like it was void of life, and the gloomy storm was hovering above his head. He was drowning deeper and deeper into this dread until the glass of water by his side table suddenly broke, shattered to the ground with water pooling the floor.

He reached for the assistance bell. His thumb hesitated to press the button, wondering if he should just wait for the nurse to check in on the next hour to tell about the broken glass, or if he should just press and get it over with. See if she would really come running to him like she promised just the other day.

Everything was just fine, perfect, in fact, yesterday. One minute, she was here, holding his hands and making him feel like he mattered for once, and the next, she disappeared without a goodbye. A little voice in his heart told him that she must have a good reason for this abrupt farewell, but he's lived his whole life being left alone with no closure, no explanation as to why no one ever paid him any regard.

And so he closed his eyes and pressed the button. He kept his eyes shut until someone entered the room, hoping that when he opened them, he would see her standing by his bed and ease his mind like she always would.

"Yes, Bob?" Dr. Houston asked as he peeked in the room through the door "Anything wrong?"

"I— I broke the glass,"

"Ah," Dr. Houston says as he looked at the floor "We'll get someone to clean that up,"

Bob slumps back to his bed as Dr. Houston shuts the door. He pulled his knees close to his chest, hugging them as he felt the loneliness creeping right back up. The last few weeks with her have been so lovely, so full of warmth and love that he forgot how painful it is to be left alone once again. Or perhaps it was the fact that he never knew how it feels like to hope and be let down. He never had the privilege to hold any fraction of faith before. No one ever gave him a reason to have one until she came. Until she gave him the very desire to see the sun rise tomorrow. Until she gave him the very desire to leave this place alive. Until she gave him the very desire to have something more permanent in life.

And yet once again, Bob was left all alone.

[fireinmoonshot]

maybe one day | robert reynolds x reader

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MARVEL'S THUNDERBOLTS*.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Reader Summary: Every time you wake up from a nightmare, Bob is there to help you get back to sleep. This time, however, is a little different. Warnings: Mentions of nightmares and traumatic pasts (nothing specific). It's also fairly angsty. Word Count: 1k A/N: It's been a while! I have been in the depths of a writing slump for the past three weeks or so but Thunderbolts has seemingly brought me out of it. I assumed it would be Bucky that did that but it ended up being Bob... I love him. He's been living rent free in my head ever since I saw the movie last night. I just had to write about him. This fic is just a small one, as obviously it's the first thing I've written since falling into a slump, but I'm pretty proud of it. Bob is very different to write for (especially different to Joaquín who is all I've been writing for lately) so I hope I've done him justice. I look forward to continuing to write for him!

The bedroom is still dark when you wake up. The only sign that you’re not alone in the room is the faint silhouette of someone sitting in the armchair at the end of your bed and the steady sound of fingers tapping against the material of the chair. Strangely, the presence isn’t scary but comforting. There’s only one person it could be. 

“Was I having another nightmare?” You ask. 

You’d woken up to the feeling of your bed shaking gently. It isn’t an unfamiliar feeling – you’ve woken up this way several times in the past few months. It’s Bob’s way of waking you up without shaking you awake himself.  Using the most minimal of his powers to help you.

While he’s not in control of his powers, he can’t risk hurting you. Even just holding your hand could send you into one of your worst memories. And like all of the other members of your team, back in New York you’d been forced to live through them all because of the Void. 

Since then, you and Bob had become closer. You’d all moved into the old Avengers tower now that you were the new Avengers. Bob’s room had been across the hall from yours. He’d heard your screams from the first nightmare and had been there to wake you up from them  almost every night since. Most nights, he sits by your bed to keep you company until you fall back asleep. It’s not the most efficient way to help, he knows. But the last thing he’d ever want to do is to accidentally send you back into the memories that had given you so much trauma.

“You were.”

You sit up properly in your bed and reach out a hand to turn on the lamp that sits on your bedside table. The bulb is dull, only bright enough to bring a dark yellow glow to the room but it’s enough for you to be able to see Bob. He looks exhausted.

“Have you gotten any sleep tonight? What time is it?” 

“I slept a little,” he nods. “I don’t know what time it is. Three a.m? Four, maybe.”

You stifle a yawn and run a hand through your hair. It’s thick with sweat, courtesy of the nightmare you’d been having – though you’re thankful that you don’t remember exactly what it was about tonight. “You should go back to sleep, Bob.”

“I will when you do.”

For a moment, you simply look at him. The way he looks at you despite his exhaustion doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You can see the worry in his eyes, the way his eyebrows are drawn and his lips are a little pursed. You want nothing more than to crawl to the end of your bed, reach out a hand and tug him up so he can crawl into bed with you and hold you while you fall asleep. But you know that he’d never allow himself to do something like that.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask anyway.

Bob hesitates, opening his mouth and then closing it again before he shakes his head. “You know that I can’t. I can’t until I know I can control it. I won’t put you through that again.”

“I’ll put a pillow barrier up,” you offer. Bob lets out a small laugh at your words. “I mean it, Bob. I want you to stay with me. Not on the chair at the end of my bed, not on the floor. In the bed, beside me. If you can’t hold me, that’s the next best thing.”

Bob sighs and stands up from the chair before heading around to the opposite side of the bed and pulling back the covers. You smile to yourself as you grab an extra pillow and place it in the middle of the bed. Once your head hits your own pillow again, you can look right beside you and into Bob’s eyes. It’s the closest you think he’s ever let himself get to you. 

“Can I try something?” You ask, voice soft.

He nods once, though you can see he’s a little concerned that you might be about to rip down the pillow barrier and latch yourself onto him, as if you’d ever do something like that without his consent first.

You raise a hand, palm towards him, and smile as you see him raise his own hand. He moves it towards yours, just hovering it next to your hand. You can almost feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. His hand is so close to yours that you could move the smallest bit and brush your fingers against his, though you restrain yourself. 

“I wish I could hold your hand,” Bob mutters quietly, voice a little muffled by the pillow.

“Me, too,” you hum, watching as your hands dance close together. “I want to know what it feels like to touch you. To have your fingers entwine with mine. To feel your skin against my skin. Is that weird to say?”

Bob shakes his head. “No,” he says. “I want that too.”

“Maybe one day?”

He looks away from your hands and meets your eyes. “One day.” It’s not a maybe. It’s a certainty. Once he can control his powers. He removes his hand from the air and tucks it underneath the blankets. “You should sleep now.” 

“I will when you do,” you murmur, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open as your hand falls onto the pillow in-between the two of you, a sudden wave of sleepiness overtaking you.

Bob smiles to himself as he watches your eyes flutter closed and sleep takes hold of you. He’s glad he stayed. Even if all he wants is to push the pillow away and pull you into his arms. Even though he’s probably not going to get a wink of sleep while he lays beside you, too content with just watching you sleep, seeing how peaceful you look.

But as long as that pillow stays in place, you’re safe. Until he can control his powers, this is the way things have to be. To keep you safe from the nightmares. From the Void. From him. 

[artdcnaldson]

Ok so hear me out. I need you to write an au about virgin reader and art having sex for the first time while patrick watches (like the perv he is!) I imagine that it would probably take place during the hotel makeout scene or in art’s dorm room😄

all three of you are on the same freakuency..... sweet art's first time, he just needs some moral support, that's all!

And maybe you've been hooking up with Patrick on the side and he very selflessly asked if you'll pop Art's cherry. Not like you're in his lap with his dick in your hand, the words were mumbled clumsily against your lips.

"I just think..." You interrupt him with a clumsy kiss, which he pulls back from reluctantly. "It would be nice. He's going to college in the fall and— fuck, yeah, like that— it'd be nice to get him nice and deflowered before he's surrounded by all that pussy without any clue of what to do."

"Gross. Are you seriously trying to pimp me out?" You ask with a tiny grin, not entirely disgusted by anything more than Patrick’s casual misogyny. Your hand continues its slick glide up and down his cock. Patrick just grins at you, like that's answer enough. "You're an idiot."

Whatever. Idiot or not, you still fuck Patrick. Idiot or not, you agree to deflower Art Donaldson.

And Art's cute, in a boyish, sort of way. He's sweet, well intentioned. When you come onto him at the MRTA graduation, he's all wide-eyed and nervous. Aren't you seeing Patrick? Are you sure Patrick won't get mad?

"I’m not Patrick’s girlfriend. And besides, he wants me to," you tell him, and his fears melt away like cotton candy. Now that you've eased his mind, it's so easy to get him back to his dorm room. It’s so sweet, how he’s already hard in his jeans from a little kissing and the promise of something more. His eagerness just proves that Patrick was right— this really was the best gift he could give Art for graduation.

If it were up to you, it would’ve happened in your own dorm, but Patrick insisted that it had to happen in their dorm. So instead of soft sheets and tasteful decorations and scented candles, Art gets scratchy blankets and the smell of cigarette smoke and empty Gatorade bottles.

He swallows when he sees Patrick waiting on the bed. It all feels like a virginity-intervention. Still... Art sits on his side of the bed, knees touching Patrick's, and looks between the two of you, hackles up, backing into a defensive state.

"You're both making fun of me," he mutters, and there’s an angry twitch in his jaw, that thinly veiled restraint that you notice and file away for later. "This is a big joke, right? Patrick, you fucking asshole."

"I'm not making fun of you, Art," you assure, moving to sit in front of him, hands on his knees. It forces his pretty blue eyes to land firmly on you. "I just want to help. It'll be nice to get it done, won't it? Patrick and I can help you."

He huffs, glancing between the two of you again. "He's staying?" Patrick grins and nods. Of course he is. He'd been there for the start of Art's sexual awakening, no way he'd miss this too.

"Yeah, to give you some advice, baby," you say with a little smile. You move into his lap, mouthing at his jaw. He sighs a little, tilting his head to the side so your lips can move to suck on his pulse point. You smile against his throat, teeth grazing the sensitive spot there, and he whines. "That's it, just let us take care of you."

You just kiss him for a while— licking into his mouth, letting him taste and explore however he wants. His hands slip under your top, squeezing your tits while he moans into your mouth something incoherent about how soft, warm, perfect they are.

It's like he's drunk on it— painfully hard beneath you, whining at every little touch. When you peel off his pristine blue button up and run your thumbs over his nipples, he keens and mewls like it's the best thing he's ever felt. Fuck, maybe it is.

"You can't suck him off," Patrick says when you go to unbutton his pants. "He'll cum before he can even fuck you."

"Shut the fuck up, Patrick," Art mutters, shooting Patrick a glare that's about as deadly as he can manage with kiss swollen lips and mussed golden curls and ruddy cheeks. Like an angry little cherub. “I won’t… I’m not gonna cum if you touch me. I have gotten head before, and handjobs, and stuff.”

His hips buck mindlessly, seeking friction as you work the button and fly of his jeans. You smile as you rub over the bulge in the denim with your free hand, feeling the hard length of him. It makes him throw his head back and moan. “Yeah? But maybe Patrick’s right,” you murmur, lips trailing over his jaw. “Might be too much for you, baby. If we get you too worked up I don’t know if you’ll last when you’re inside of me.”

He whines. Really whines. It has to be one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that I can’t, just… maybe I’m impatient.” You and Patrick share a look and grin. Sure. Impatient.

“I know you are,” you tell him, lips twitching as you fight an amused grin. “Just get me ready for you. You know how to do that?”

Patrick shakes his head behind Art, but you get the impression that maybe Art knows more than Patrick is willing to give him credit for. His hand slips under your dress, rubbing you through the cheap lace thong you’d bought at Wet Seal. Your eyes flutter shut as you gasp softly— his thumb rubs against your clit, but his eyes are locked on your every reaction.

“That’s good?” He murmurs softly. His index finger teases over your dripping entrance, barely concealed by hot pink lace. “It is, isn’t it? You’re so wet,” The words escape him mindlessly, like he’s accidentally verbalizing his thoughts. His cheeks go red and Patrick smiles like this is the proudest he’s ever been.

The tips of his fingers catch on the wet fabric and tug it to the side, just enough that his fingers can tease over your dripping pussy. His thumb maintains its pressure on your clit as he sinks his middle finger inside you to his second knuckle. A soft puff of breath like a gasp slips past his lips as he feels your walls squeezing around him.

“He’s really good,” you gasp out, looking at Patrick over Art’s shoulder as he stretches you on his fingers. Patrick’s big hand splays over his lap, squeezing at the hard length of his cock in his jeans as he watches. “Better than you, maybe.” Patrick laughs softly, rolling his eyes as he leans back against the headboard.

Art likes the praise, you know he does because his lips twitch into a cocky smirk as he sinks a second finger alongside the first, curling them until his fingertips press against a sensitive spot that makes stars dance across your vision. He knows what he’s doing, of course he does, he’s driven by the need to be praised and desired. The silent, unspoken competition in his mind against Patrick driving him to do anything he can to keep you pleased and happy.

Each pretty moan and gasp from your lips is lapped up like the sweetest honey. He nuzzles against your jaw as he fucks you with thick fingers, like your body is a pretty little piece of equipment he’s been trained to perfectly use. He moans against your skin when you come, cunt fluttering and squeezing around his fingers, like he’s feeling it every bit as much as you are.

You’ve forgotten to spare a glance at Patrick— it’s too easy to get lost in the ways that Art can play with your body. His jeans are tugged down just enough for him to free himself— and his hand works over the length of his cock as he pumps his fist in time with Art’s fingers. You squeeze Art’s arm once, twice, to get him to stop and he obeys, withdrawing fingers slick with your juices and licking them off like you’re his favorite meal.

“Are you sure he’s a virgin?” You murmur as you push Art back against the sheets, his pretty golden curls fanned out against his pillow like a halo.

Patrick nods, watching hungrily as you undress the pretty boy beneath you. His fancy dress shoes and socks, his jeans and button down, then his boxers. Until Art’s naked and flushed pink beneath you, drooling precum onto his tummy as his cock jerks with weak little pulses. When he looks at you, his pupils are so dilated they swallow up the pretty blue. He’s so pretty and debauched it makes you feel a little dizzy.

You slip off your dress, then your panties, and watch the bob of his Adam’s apple in his throat as he looks at you. “Are you okay with me on top?” You ask as you straddle his hips. You’re so close that he can feel the heat emanating from your body, from your cunt.

He swallows again, glancing over at Patrick like he’s asking for permission. “She’s good at it,” Patrick tells him. “You can just lay back and let her do all the work.“

You’d tell Patrick not to be a dick, but, well, he’s kind of right. You don’t expect Art to do anything— it’s his first time. But Patrick fucking loves laying back and making you work for it, like you’d have to earn the right to come. Art’s not that kind of guy— at least, not yet. But you can sense that smug confidence beneath the surface, lying dormant.

You reach down and take his cock into your hand, flushed red and slick with precum. You give an experimental pump in your hand and watch as more dribbles out. Needy boy. You sit up, lining him up with your entrance when he grabs your thigh. “Wait, don’t I need a condom?”

Patrick reaches into the bedside drawer, but you just shake your head. “It’s fine,” you tell him, teasing his tip through your folds, getting him even wetter. “I’m on the pill, and I know you’re clean. You can cum in me.”

As soon as the words slip past your lips, he squeezes his eyes shut like he’s in pain. You can feel his cock pulsing in your grasp and you have to bite back an amused grin. “Hold on, wait—“ he gasps out, gripping your hips like a vise, dimpling the plush skin there. “Don’t do it yet, just… give me a second. Just a second.”

It’s a pretty sight— his full lips parted as he pants softly, the little furrow in his brow where his eyes pinch shut. He takes one deep breath, then another, and nods. “Okay,” he pants. “Okay, I’m ready.”

You have to go slow so you don’t overwhelm him, sinking down inch by inch by inch. He groans, head tiling back against the pillows, the fine muscles of his neck taut. His hands grasp onto your hips, squeezing tight like it might ground him in reality, like it’s keeping him from slipping into a dizzy, mindless euphoria.

When you’re finally flush against him, he takes a shaky breath and opens his eyes to look at you. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he gasps. “And you feel— oh, god— you’re so warm, and wet, and you’re so fucking tight.”

Patrick moans at the sight of Art falling apart beneath you, hand squeezing around his cock as he pumps his length. The sight makes heat bloom in your tummy, and you feel yourself squeezing around Art’s cock. He whines, panting out hot puffs of breath.

It’s easy to forget how strong he is when he’s beneath you like this. But he grips your hips and pulls you forward, encouraging you to glide along his cock. “Please,” he says weakly, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “I can take it.”

“He can take it,” Patrick echoes with a grin. There’s something about the thinly veiled amusement in his eyes that tells you he wants you to unmake Art entirely— to take the sweet, needy boy and make him something unrecognizable. Something primal, something pathetic. “C’mon, look at him. He’s a big boy, he can handle it.”

You begin to move, palms splayed against his chest as you rock your hips, nice and slow. He groans, head tipping back, eyes rolling so you can see the whites of them.

"You feel so good, Art," you gasp as you begin to move a little faster. He whines, eyes locked on the sight of your tits bouncing as you ride his cock. "So perfect."

Art wants more. He inches his hands a little higher, so his fingertips brush against your breasts, almost nervous to just grab. Patrick scoffs. "Just grab her tits, Art— Jesus— she likes it."

And he does. Big, rough hands gripping your tits, squeezing as you ride him. He bucks his hips up, seeking the tight warmth of your cunt as you move, just wanting to hold you down and stay buried there.

"Move faster," Patrick says. You can hear from the gravel in his voice, that tiny hint of whininess, that he's getting close. Of course Patrick wouldn't want to finish first and have to sit there watching Art have all the fun.

And, technically, Patrick is your boyfriend (or, at least, you think he is, and Art thinks he is, and Patrick... is a mystery), so you decide to indulge in his request.

"Wait—" Art pants, hands flying down to your hips as you ride him harder. "Oh, fuck— wait, wait— you're gonna— nghh, god—" He squeezes his eyes shut, chest heaving as you bounce on his cock. He squeezes, fingers dimpling the plush fat of your ass as he tries to slow you down, or maybe just hold on for some sense of grounding as you bring him closer and closer to a sweet release.

"C'mon, Art," you gasp, nails digging into his pale pecs. "C'mon, we want you to cum, baby."

He tries to hold out. He really does, but you want him to cum, you're asking for it. You and Patrick. He cries out, bucking up into your cunt as he finishes, pumping a warm load inside of you. He whines, eyes fluttering as his cock twitches, dribbling out his last drops of cum.

Patrick's chest is splattered with his own release, drying messily in his chest hair, Art Donaldson is beneath you— sated and deflowered. You glance over at Patrick while Art's eyes are still squeezed shut and make a face that says I didn't even cum. You owe me.

He just grins and nods, like it's a given that he'd get you off after. But honestly, you figure it's 50-50 that he'll follow through. Maybe you can just ask Art.

[amatabelle]

STUPID BOY MAKING ME SO SAD 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ she's got everything that i don't have

in lieu: after becoming jealous seeing riki's instagram stories, your boyfriend reminds you that he has his eyes on the most gorgeous woman in the world.

the muse: idol!nishimura riki x f!reader; established relationship; ft. moka wc: 1017 warnings: angst (+happy ending), fluff, jealousy, insecurities

whispers: uh so i ran out of hearts on gizmo while revising so im waiting for it to refill...go listen to she's all i wanna be by tate mcrae!! ><

reblog and i'll kiss you <3

You scroll through instagram, lazily lying on the couch in a hoodie and shorts.

It's a cool night, the city looks pretty, you just took a shower—you typically would've been watching a movie right now, waiting for Riki to come home so you two can have dinner and then cuddle together.

But you can't help but lie on the couch, your thoughts groveling at the back of your mind after you see a story of Riki and Moka from ILLIT together from the behind the scenes of a show they did together.

You know their relationship is just work-related, but seeing her with him strikes a small place in your heart.

After all, she's really pretty with a good body, rich and fun-loving. Her smile and facial features are to die for and she looks good in every dress she wears.

When she stands next to Riki in that picture, you can't help but have a pang of jealousy at the fact how good they look together. Like a match made in heaven.

Time passes by as you decide to scroll through TikTok instead, watching cat videos to try and get your mind off the story. Bisco lies on your chest, snoozing quietly.

Your eyes avert to the doorway at the sound of a key turning in the lock, looking away as you see Riki open the door and step inside.

You pay him no attention, going back to scrolling on your phone with one hand as the other scratched Bisco's head.

"Hi, baby," Riki says quietly, kicking off his shoes as he walks over to you and leans over the couch, brushing strands of your hair off your forehead.

When he sees that you don't answer, he chalks it up to you being tired and doesn't think too much about it. "I'mma take a shower and get back," he says coolly, walking away.

However, you've still got your unusually quiet attitude when Riki comes back.

"What's wrong?" He asks, frowning. His velvety deep voice is laced with worry as he helps you sit up, taking a sleeping Bisco off your chest and setting him down on his dog bed before plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Baby, did anything happen today?" His eyebrows are knotted in confusion as to why you're giving him the silent treatment. "Did I forget to get you something from the store on the way home? Is that what this is about?"

"It's just..." you blurt out, finally breaking your silence. You look down at your hands, playing with your manicured nails. It feels like a heavy lump is stuck in your throat. You swallow thickly before speaking again. "Don't you ever feel like you're too good for me?"

Riki recoils, taken aback by your words. "Why would you think something like that, baby?" He asks. "Did one of your friends say something to you?"

"No, it's..." you start, your voice trailing off. "It's just...that picture you posted with Moka on your stories."

"Go on," Riki urges warmly. "Talk to me, baby. What about it?"

"She's so pretty, and...and you look so good together," you say truthfully, your insecurities spilling out. "And then there's me. I'm not pretty or anything."

Riki takes your small hands in his large ones, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the back of your palm. "You're right," he says.

Your heart plummets to your stomach, your eyes widening in shock. "W-What?" You'd always suspected it, but it hurt to hear Riki say it himself.

"You heard me," he continues, acting like he didn't just break your heart in half with two words. "You're not pretty. You're absolutely gorgeous," he says with a teasing smile, although you can see depths of love in his brown eyes.

He lifts one hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm not too good for you, I actually don't deserve you at all," Riki murmurs. You can see the sincerity in his eyes. You can see how much he believes he doesn't deserve to be with you, how he believes he's lucky to have you. "But I'm going to work for your love everyday. Just like how you're going to promise me that you'll never say anything like this ever again. Yeah?"

"Yeah," you say in relief, not realizing that you've been holding your breath.

One hand leaves your hand, reaching out to cup your face. Your breath hitches at the touch. It's warm and adoring. It's full of promises.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" he asks quietly.

You nod in response. "Yeah."

He tentatively presses his lips to yours, his plush lips moving softly across yours, painting dreams of forever on them. The kiss isn't rushed or hurried. It soft, gentle and, god, you could keep going on for eternity like this.

Riki's arms snake around your waist, pulling you close, holding you gently like a porcelain angel as your arms make their way around his neck.

His right hand runs up and down your spine, deepening the kiss as you gasp at the feeling. He chuckles, slipping his tongue in.

His tongue works almost as reverently as his lips do, seeking out the deepest corners of your mouth as if he was painting them.

Eventually, you both have to pull away due to the lack of oxygen. He looks at you with glazed eyes, breathless as he presses your foreheads together.

"I love you, baby," he declares, sentimentally. His cheeks are all flushed from the deep kiss, hair mussed from your hands running through them. Yet he still looks like a god with his glowing tan skin and sparkling brown eyes that hold the entire world in them.

"I love you too, ki," you respond, your heart swelling with adoration for the man in front of you. Grateful to have him in your life. And you can tell he feels the same about you.

"i'm hungry," he says, suddenly pulling away. "Please tell me you made dinner."

You let out a laugh at how quick his demeanor changes. "I did, ki. Don't worry."

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------ᝰ‧₊ written by ©amatabelle 2025

[blackwell008]

This post really got me today because of the journey I’ve had with social media. I feel like I need to go back to the beginning when all I wanted to do was create art, write my weird screenplays and short stories.

A time when I wasn’t worried about presenting myself as perfect: something I’ve failed at continuously anyway.

A time when my love for filmmaking, my passion for the horror genre and cinema as a whole language.

I miss those days when I was in undergrad and my passion for cinema was addictive. I watched films from all different genres every single day after class (where we sat and watched films for hours).

I didn’t really care about social media at all. In fact, I started my first instagram because I wanted to network with other filmmakers to try to get a job- that was it.

Then in 2013, a really traumatic thing happened and I feel like I had a mental health breakdown. I used social media as a way to escape bc I was in a toxic living situation and had almost no one I could emotionally connect with and talk to.

Isolation, maladaptive day dreaming and misery is a dangerous thing. I started posting and ranting on twitter, posting photos of myself to impress people who were emotionally unavailable and didn’t even acknowledge my existence.

Mental health issues and social media can be a ticking time bomb if you’re not aware, medicated and have no one to hear you out or check up on you.

Eventually with life, therapy and support I am a lot better but I still struggle with social anxiety and living in real life and I used film to connect to the world.

The issue is now whether I still desire to turn my passion for film into a career; or do I just live life as cinephile while holding a 9 to 5.

Honestly, I’ve been pursuing film for 20 years; going back to my very first film theory class in undergrad until recently pursuing a dual MFA/MBA degree which completely blew up in my face.

The current school I attended was a giant clusterfuck with again: absolutely no support (this is another post in itself that I’ll talk about at another time).

I just turned 48 years old. I’m tired, currently broke and feeling defeated by life. Plus the trump administration gutting DEI certainly doesn’t intend to help Black queer women over 30 like myself.

I’m at the point I’m ready to give up. I’ve had so many setbacks, physical and mental health issues that I have to manage on a daily basis, financial issues I have to figure out how to manage (student loans😩🫩🙄).

I just want to be an ARTIST. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Yes, I know I could paint and sculpt etc. which I actually do. However, one of my biggest dreams is to write/direct feature films. I’m actually more open to working in tv now more than ever- seems a lot more stable; but that original love of film I had is still in me.

I keep talking about the film Sinners because it brings me back to that original passion for cinema before it was perverted and bastardized by toxic people I’ve come across irl, the fucked up sociopolitical climate we’ve been in for the last decade and my own personal struggles.

I feel numb. Apathetic. Indifferent.

I pray I’ll get my cinema mojo back like Annie’s necklace that she gave Smoke. Right now I’ve lost it.

This is a long overdue come to Jesus moment. in my case with my growing practice of Yoruba spirituality returning to Olodumare.

I’ll be alright, I don’t consider myself a victim even though I’ve been victimized so much in the last 10 years by America’s horrible healthcare system because of the systemic and institutional racism festering in it; America doesn’t give a fuck about the health of Black people, our bodies and they never have- a horror movie within itself . Again, another conversation for another time.

If you’ve read this far I really appreciate you doing so. Trust me, this was a process of 10 years of frustration.

I needed to vent.

I just don’t know what my next move is. I don’t know if I want to be a film director/ screenwriter anymore maybe as a hobby but not a career. I have to be more pragmatic and practical to pay my bills like 99% of us do. I’m definitely don’t think I’m unique in my experience but being a black woman in America I experience it differently.

[cherriicou]

thinking about jealous!lee chan who would make you ride him as punishment for catching other guys attention..

‘you can do better than that,’ chan drawls, hitting your ass harshly with one hand, the other placed nicely on his abs. lee chan was being so fucking mean, way different than his usual polite self.

‘mm trying,’ is all you can let out as you try to bounce yourself harder on top of him. pretty eyes watering and your thighs are burning from how long you’ve been fucking yourself on him :<

when it came to sex, chan always made sure you were pleased first. whether it was using his fingers or mouth, you were his top priority! but right now, all he could think about was how his ‘friend’ looked at you when you came to drop him off lunch.

it pissed him off. he watched as you left cutely in your dress, hips swaying while you waved goodbye to everyone. he noticed that guy giving extra attention to your ass, smiling at you and even daring to touch your arm before wishing you a nice day.

that’s when he went straight home after work, ready to have you put on a show from him. ‘channie, please.’ you weren’t even allowed to touch him, which made this whole situation so much more sufferable.

he tsks his tongue, shaking his head as he tries his best to not let out any embarrassing noises from how tight your cunt was strangling him.

he knew he was being an asshole— he was so turned on at the sight of your legs trembling. your pretty pussy leaking down his cock so perfectly, drenching him so fucking good.

‘do you really need my help, slut?’ he groans, finally placing his hands on your hips for the first time tonight. all you could do is nod frantically, too fucked out to even let out words. a small smirk lands on his face, looking up at your adorable pout as you continued to let out cute noises and ride.

you were so perfect for him, he knew that. despite that man's dirty thoughts, he knows you would only have eyes for him. but he just needed some reassurance, have you boost his ego a bit.

so that's why he hardens his grip on your hips, turns you around to land on your back and helps you out <3 his cock was now at a different angle inside you, making both of you moan. 'let's see if you regret it,' is the last thing you hear from after completely ramming himself in you, hitting that spot that drives you and him nuts.

'a-ah,' you're a blabbering mess :< chan hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, going deeper til he's literally abusing your cervix. his grunts are only making you hornier, helping you take all that he's doing to you. your body is so sore, but you love it.

'fucking take it, god,' chan grunts, his hands going from your hips to your neck. he is enjoying this way too much that you can feel his cock throbbing with every tear that drips down your ruined face.

lee chan needed to prove a point.

a/n; haiii still in finals hell week, so here is another imagine of dino bc he's been on my mind lately... but after may, i will continue on with the older bf! svt series! promise :3 i do check my anon messages and have been writing whenever i can.. i just want them to perf so i wanna proof read before posting lol like this one is not proofread haha don't mind the mistakes

[bellatrixscurls]

group activities iii

part one | part two

pairing : reader x slytherin gang x the golden trio.

warnings : smut - oral (f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, lots of pet names, female reader, draco is an arrogant prick sometimes, talk of virginity, truth or dare games, kissing, voldemort. lmk if i missed any!

a/n : this surprised me as well, i was gonna write some tom x reader smut in this chapter but oh well. hope you enjoy!

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“and what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

ron’s voice was filled with pure hatred, but you couldn’t really react. you stood on the bed, limp, sore. to be fair, you could barely keep your eyes open - and it wasn’t much before they closed and you drifted off.

🤍

when you woke up, which seemed to be quite a while later judging by the darkness piercing through the windows, you spotted tom sitting on your armchair, his eyes carefully scanning the room before he noticed that you had awakened.

“passed out a bit there, have you?” the corner of his lips tilted up, and you couldn’t help but return his smile.

you didn’t know where the others were, but you were grateful that it was him there with you. “is it dinner time yet? i’m really hungry” yawning, you sat up, looking around the room as if still trying to adjust to the artificial light.

and then it happened again. that flicker in his eyes and the way his smirk turned into a soft smile. he didn’t get to say anything, because you decided just then that you’d point it out.

“why do you do that?” your voice came out soft, too soft for your liking. “sometimes you look at me like this and- it sends a shiver up my spine.”

tom was genuinely speechless in that moment, which he never was. he always had some snarky remark or dry chastisement. not now.

he just kept looking at you and not saying a word, which made you go crazy with nerves. shrugging, he looked away for a moment before turning back to you. “i look at you just the way i look at everybody else. it’s nothing special.”

ouch. because yes, you agreed not to speak of these things when you’d entered the ‘group’, but it felt too obvious. you were almost always lost in his eyes, but found a way to see through him. you knew when he would lose composure, and pretend it never happened.

“fine” you cleared your throat, looking at your body and thanking whoever cleaned you up and dressed you, because you really didn’t wanna have to put up with tom’s ‘indifference’. you stood up, brushing a hand over your skirt, before heading towards the door. “i don’t care anyway.”

🤍

after dinner, that was quiet and tense, you all decided to go back to the slytherin common room. nobody was holding hands, draco wasn’t all over ron, enzo avoided hermione’s eyes and vice versa. and to add to it, tom was ignoring you. he never ignored you.

entering the common room, you all sat down, some on the floor, some on the couch, some just leaning against the walls.

you felt guilty.

“i’m sorry we did it without you guys” you looked at the golden trio, and their faces seemed to soften.

ron kneeled in front of you, his fingers grasping your jaw ever so gently. “you didn’t know, peach. it’s tradition at this point, we all want to be there when someone new comes” he turned to glare at the others. “but they knew.”

“i challenged them” you spoke softly, and he continued stroking your cheek, cocking his head to the side as he listened quietly. “can we please forget about it? i feel bad, i don’t want to be the reason you guys don’t speak to one another.”

your ears perked up when you heard someone sigh. theo. “principessa” his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. ��you’re right. we didn’t want you guys to feel left out. it just happened so suddenly, and she looked so soft, her skirt had ridden up- you have to understand” whined theo as he looked desperately at harry, leaning his head against his shoulder.

“we understand” hermione was the one to speak this time, and your face lit up when you heard her voice. you had noticed the distance between her and enzo, and you hoped you were not the reason to it. “but we want to be there when she loses her virginity, maybe we’ll even make you watch without touching… you know, as payback.”

wincing at the mention of your virginity, you hid your face into ron’s neck, and his muscular arms wrapped around you instinctively. you felt him laugh, his chest vibrating against your body, making you flush even more. “ronnie” you whimpered helplessly, face beet red.

“oh, look at you, peach” he tsked, brushing a few stray hairs off your face. “let’s not torture the poor girl anymore, we don’t wanna pressure her; how about we play a game?”

the atmosphere seemed to shift for the better once ron mentioned playing a game, and everyone came up with an idea, but at the end, they stuck with the basic one - truth or dare.

“oh i fucking love this” you shook your head at draco as he threw an arm around your neck, keeping you close as he spun the bottle. it kept spinning until it landed on, surprisingly, mattheo.

draco’s grin widened and mattheo pressed his tongue into the inside of his cheek, his lips threatening to tilt up. “truth or dare, riddle?”

“you know me, malfoy. give me the best dare you’ve got.”

“kiss me.”

it all happened so fast, the yearning, the kissing, the biting. their aggressiveness made you weak in the knees - maybe it was the way mattheo pressed his body into draco’s, forcing the older boy to hold himself up with one hand on the floor, or the way draco devoured his mouth, the need to be so impossibly close to one another.

finally, pulling away, they gasped for breath, draco fixing his hair before returning to his spot next to you. you could tell that he was still shaken up, both of them were.

“hot” blaise mouthed to you and your eyes widened, earning a satisfied smirk from the boy.

“my turn” it was mattheo who spun the bottle this time, his eyes glaring at it as if he was trying to control it with his mind.

tom shook his head slightly, giving him a disapproving look. “only i can control it.”

“and i’m an occlumens” he defended, ignoring the bottle that had already landed on you. (occlumens = one who is able to close their mind against legilimency)

“thank merlin for that” his brother scoffed and he rolled his eyes, looking at you for the first time after your ‘argument’, albeit accidentally.

mattheo grinned like a cheshire cat as his eyes finally landed on you, and you bit the inside of your cheek. “y/n/n, i dare you to… make enzo blush.”

the room fell silent. your brows furrowed.

“i didn’t pick dare.”

“i don’t like the tone” he looked at you with mock offense, a hand clutching his chest. “besides, you should thank me. i could’ve made you do it to tommy here” he shrugged and you noticed tom looking at you from the corner of your eye. “merlin knows that one doesn’t have a heart.”

you shrank in your seat, completely ignoring tom’s intense gaze, instead focusing on enzo who was siting right beside you, a sweet, comforting smile adorning his face. “it’s okay, y/n/n. it doesn’t take much to make me blush anyway.”

“ready, then?” you looked at mattheo and he nodded fervently, eyes scanning you whole.

smiling, you leaned in, whispering in enzo’s ear, one hand caressing his shoulders and going up his neck. “and what does it take to make you blush then, sweet boy?” you felt bold, the adrenaline becoming too much. “hm? a kiss? or maybe i could just tease you a bit. tell you what i wanna do to you later.”

enzo gulped and it was almost audible, his hand moving up your thigh, but you still not touching him, nothing more than a hand on his shoulders. “tell me. please, tell me.”

you almost giggled. almost. you felt comfortable around enzo and you really enjoyed seeing him flush. “i want to have you between my legs, to feel your mouth devour me again. i want you to make me so wet for you that when you put it in, i’m all nice and ready for you, baby” you whisper just enough for him to hear, your lips pressing against the shell of his ear before tugging at it, causing the boy to whimper, and everyone reacted to it - gasps and shocked expressions all around, but you didn’t mind. neither did he.

“i bet it would slip right in” you leaned against him, nose against his cheek - his now burning cheek. you smirked.

leaning back against the sofa, you exhaled proudly, and the room erupted into laughter and loud chatter; everyone was either teasing enzo, congratulating you, or both. mostly both.

tom was sitting across from you, and his expression was different than you would’ve believed. he had a proud smirk on his face, his lips twitching as he kept eye contact with you, and your boldness went out the window again. “tease” his lips didn’t move, but you heard his voice in your head. you chose to ignore it until he spoke again. “making him believe he stands a chance at that. you’re so cruel.”

you jolted up, thankful that everyone was still teasing enzo and mocking him. “get out of my head” you whispered dangerously, your heart pounding in your chest.

“you know i could start ignoring you” he whispered too, and this time, his lips moved. “but i’ll still be there. i cannot make you stop thinking about me.”

and there it was again, that damn smirk.

choosing to ignore him, you turned back to the group, your chin resting on top of enzo’s shoulder, the simple gesture making him melt into you, his back resting against you. “that was hot.”

his voice was so small that it made you chuckle before placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck. you didn’t say anything, there was no need to.

everyone went back to the game and after some time it was mattheo’s turn again. oh, merlin.

each of you knew of his intentions, his urge to see all of you pressed up against each other, kissing, biting, blushing. the boy was a menace.

and what was even better? this time, the other end of the bottle pointed at tom, his dear brother.

you could practically see the disapproval on his face after hearing mattheo’s dare. because, of course, when it came to mattheo, the only option was dare.

“i’ll give you a simple one, brother” he smirked, “owl father… and tell him you love him.”

the air shifted and you froze in place. you studied tom closely; his jaw was clenched, and he seemed upset. at least upset. he looked down for a few moments and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. then his eyes lit up.

“surely, brother” he pulled a parchment out of his bag that was thrown under the table, a sign that he had stayed behind studying before dinner. your shoulders released all tension when you saw the way his mood changed. you really thought he would be offended, as tom was not one to speak much of his father.

after a few minutes of writing and paying the owl to send the parchment to his father, the game continued for a few more minutes, before everyone decided that it was too late already and you all headed to bed.

🤍

the next morning was quiet, way too quiet. usually mornings were loud and obnoxious, making you want to make a hole and hide in it until the weekend arrived. only now, you realised that the weekend had arrived indeed.

the clock on your nightstand read 07:34 am, and you groaned into your pillow, cussing you out for not being able to sleep any longer. but after your little drama scene, you decided that it was best to use the time you could’ve been sleeping - studying.

you showered and got ready for the day, then gathered your ‘defense against the dark arts’ books and made your way down to the common room. since mostly everyone was sleeping, you figured you would just study there instead of the library, which was fairly far from the slytherin dorms.

just as you put your books down on the table, you heard shuffling and you didn’t dare raise your eyes towards the sound, you just couldn’t.

the voice that came next made you shiver, your chest warming with relief. theo. “what are you doing so early on a saturday morning, amorina?” his voice was still thick with sleep, leaving you in complete awe when you finally took a proper look at him. he was clad in his quidditch uniform, hair messier than usual and fists rubbing at his eyes in a failed attempt to wake up properly.

you smiled and patted the seat beside you on the large green sofa. theo sat down silently, letting out a helpless whine that made you laugh. "i couldn't sleep, so i thought I'd do a bit more studying," he hummed, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves between his thumb and middle finger. "is draco making you practice early again this weekend?"

theo whined again, clutching his chest, his eyes still only half open. “he is. i’ll give you an even better one. he wanted to start at six, but blaise pretended to feel sick and draco didn’t want his nauseous ass anywhere near his new nimbus.”

the words were emphasised with a dramatic roll of his eyes and you tried your best to keep yourself from giggling, but he was just too cute. “i’m glad my misery is amusing to you” he pouted and you couldn’t help but kiss his pout once. twice. causing theo’s eyes to widen before he grinned dopily, leaning in to kiss you again, this time softly biting on your lower lip.

“blaise was right when he said you tasted good” he licked his lips as he pulled away, his hand still holding you close to his body by your waist. “you know, enzo said that too and-”

“perv” you swatted at his chest and he chuckled, standing up as the other boys appeared as well, a furious draco leading them.

he looked completely exasperated, and judging by the looks on the other boys’ faces, you could tell that he was chastising them again.

“we could’ve been here two hours ago had you not faked being sick” he glared at blaise, who was completely unbothered, and threw his arms in the air. “and you don’t even care!”

“draco, i don’t think waking us before the sun is up is a great idea” mattheo groaned as he fell onto the armchair across from you, his eyes lighting up when he noticed you. “y/n/n! what’s with you here on this fine morning?” he spoke brightly before he turned to draco who was still angry as ever, whispering. “i think my morning just got better.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, softening when draco passed by to kiss your forehead, his arm tightening around your shoulders for a second. “i’m trying to study, but obviously not really succeeding. how many more of you are there?”

“just enzo” blaise shrugged, looking up at their dorm room door as if expecting him to come down any second, which he never did. “but he is a bit under the weather these days.”

“you say under the weather, i say he received a letter from his mommy this morning” mattheo spoke carelessly, shrugging when you gave him a confused look. then his eyes widened the slightest bit. “oh i got one too, i almost forgot” he pulled a letter from his quidditch bag, unfolding it and laying it flat on the table.

then, you got goosebumps. it started speaking in a very distinct voice, one that you knew all too well. voldemort.

“Dear son,

I appreciate the sentiment at the bottom of the letter, which nearly compelled me to fly to Hogwarts myself forthwith and cast a hex upon you.

Pray tell, do you have a fancy for men? As if I didn’t not have enough in my hands already. I beg of you to steady yourself, lest I find you a suitable match in the first gullible pure-blooded young lady I encounter. I trust, however, that you know that she would not bear the name Y/n/n.

Yours affectionately,

Father.”

you gasped and your eyes widened, everyone looking at mattheo as if he had grown two heads. his father’s tone was stern, dry and unamused. whilst the atmosphere was tense, the word affectionately at the end made enzo, who was coming down of his room finally, inevitably snicker. “wow, you win. i thought i had a story to tell, but wow.”

but that did not phase mattheo, who was always about not making his father upset, not really encouraging his unique pastimes either. “how did he find out though? i thought hogwarts was the safest place there is.”

you rubbed his back, as the others tried to encourage him and calm him down. but it was no use, mattheo was determined to find out who was his father’s spy. and you didn’t think he’d actually find out who it was out of a castle full of people with questionable families, including yours. but he did. “tom” he spoke lowly, and you turned, thinking that tom was coming down as well, but he wasn’t.

his eyes were full of rage, fists clenched as he strolled towards his room, draco following closely, ensuring that nothing more than a few words would be thrown around.

one minute passed, then two, then five. you could hear their bickering and mattheo’s furious screaming from the common room, and it went on until it didn’t. until a death silence settled upon the castle, until the door opened and mattheo was carrying draco.

he was hurt. and the worst part of it all? he expressed nothing beyond the occasional heart-wrenching whimpers of pure pain. tom trailed behind them, an unmistakable expression of genuine guilt etched on his face.

you were all aware of what had happened. in that tense moment, silence enveloped the room; the chaos within each of you made it nearly impossible to string two words together. aware of the fact that madam pomfrey would never let no less than seven students into the hospital wing, you finally mustered the courage to call to tom. his steps faltered and he turned to face you, the weight of the situation hanging in the air. “what did you do?”

as he took a few tentative steps towards you, it was evident that his words were caught in his throat. tom riddle was speechless for the first time in his life. the usual confidence he would display was gone, guilt replacing it. “it was a mistake, i made a mistake. i only wanted to cast expelliarmus on matt, but i lost my temper and when he avoided it, it- i- draco was behind him and i hexed him” he spoke so softly that it was almost impossible to catch it.

you could sense the anguish in his voice and, despite his expectations, you pulled him closer to you in a gentle, reassuring embrace. as you held him against you, you felt a few more pairs of arms encircle you both. blaise, theo and enzo had approached you both, offering their support for tom as well, even though he had hurt their friend.

things like “it’s okay, tom. he’s not mad at you” and “you couldn’t control yourself. he knows you care about him” were said, but did close to nothing to soothe tom. he fucked up big time.

🤍

in the hospital wing, things were as tense, primarily due to the uncertainty of draco’s condition. mattheo stood by his bedside, gazing at the unfortunate boy who was suffering, all because of a stupid letter. but then again he wondered : how could a simple spell leave evident marks such as blood in its wake?

draco, on the other hand, fought to keep his eyes as madam pomfrey tended to his wound, a concerned frown adorning her face. “if someone stabbed him, you have to tell me. this is serious, mister riddle” she eyed mattheo warily, feeling for the poor boy who was wincing.

“no, madam. he got hexed by… he got hexed. accidentally” his voice came out hoarse, his cheeks flushing under madam pomfrey’s stern gaze. he felt like she knew who it was that had hexed draco.

“this is not a simple hex” she muttered under her breath, wiping her hands on her skirt as she finished bandaging draco. “i insist that you do not walk unaccompanied and refrain from too much physical effort. and yes, this includes quidditch” she asserted, before directing her gaze at mattheo again. “mister riddle, please send your brother to my office” she instructed, exiting with a decisive thud of the door.

“if you don't tell her, i won't either” draco smiled softly, wincing as he accidentally touched his chest.

“have you gone all soft, malfoy?” he inquired, amused, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “besides, the old hag’s figured it out.”

“i am not soft” mumbled draco, avoiding his gaze.

“you’ll be once i’m done with you.”

🤍

some time later, you were still sitting in the common room, worry etched on your face as you continued studying, but you could barely focus, given how clueless you were about draco’s condition.

werewolves, vampires, unicorns…

you read, but nothing seemed to click, nothing but the door as someone stepped inside, the portrait closing behind them.

“still studying, beautiful?” mattheo. he seemed so calm, slightly amused as you basically ran up to him, wide eyes searching for any trace of hesitation.

“how is draco?” he chuckled softly as you absentmindedly tugged at his jacket, seemingly unaware of your actions.

“he’s alright. madam pomfrey forbid him from playing quidditch and even walking on his own, so you can imagine how frustrated he was. but he’s healing.”

you exhaled, melting into him as his arms wrapped around your smaller frame. “oh, thank merlin” you hummed appreciatively when he squeezed you slightly, his hands caressing your hair. “who is with him now?”

“no one” he replied simply, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.

his words startled you, prompting your warm body to leave his own. “alone? on his own? and not being capable of moving on his own?”

“yes” he replied, not really understanding your point. “he told me he wanted to sleep. what could happen in his sleep?”

“even so!” you exhaled in frustration, forgetting all about your studying as you stormed off to find draco.

on your way to the hospital wing, you remembered that it was still dinner time and you figured you’d stop by the kitchens to gather some food for the both of you, considering he had been sitting on a hospital bed for hours.

with a bag of food in hand, you wandered the hallways in search of the quickest way to the hospital wing. the corridor was silent, the absence of the students allowing you to hear your thoughts for once. you were feeling relieved, content that draco was healing and madam pomfrey was confident that he’d be alright in no time.

finally reaching the door, you took a steadying breath and opened it.

to your surprise, draco was the only student there, and he seemed quite alert when he caught sight of you. but when you closed the door behind you and he noticed that you were alone, his shoulders relaxed.

“you should be at dinner” he remarked, but the amusement in his tone was palpable as you flicked on the lights.

“and you shouldn’t be here” you bit back, his face softening when he noticed how worried you were. it was simple for him to tell; your brows were furrowed, lips slightly pursed and you kept fiddling with your ring. “i’m glad you’re feeling better though” you continued softly, carefully placing the food on his small bedside table as you sat down on the chair by his bed.

he took your hand in his, humming. “me too… kinda. you could’ve told everyone that i died of a broken heart, but pomfrey had to spoil my story” his nose wrinkled as he quipped, a playful smirk on his face.

and of course you were very much aware that he was joking, yet the worry coursing through you made you react on impulse. leaning in, you pressed your lips to his in order to silence his playful banter.

draco responded to the kiss, hand tightening around your jaw as he drew you closer. and closer, and then some more. in the intensity of the moment, he almost forgot about his wound, but not you. supporting your weight on one elbow, you pulled away, gasping for air.

“you do taste good” he licked his lips just like theo had done earlier, and you groaned, causing the boy to smirk.

“i would throw a pillow at you, but…”

draco gestured to his chest, smiling. “i’m a wounded man. have some mercy, y/n/n” he whined, flinging an arm over his head dramatically. how thankful you were that the whining was back.

“alright, alright” you waved him off, “i brought apple tart and some kind of expensive beef, i saw you eat it before” you said casually, as if it meant nothing, but for draco it meant so much - bringing him his favourite food and actually remembering his preferences.

“you’re an angel” he beamed at you, admiring you for a second too long, before he started eating.

you looked at him as well, taking in every detail of his face. and even if he was not feeling good, he looked just as gorgeous. “and you’re really beautiful” you whispered.

“do you think i’m beautiful, doll?” he teased, but you could sense a deeper yearning beneath his lighthearted tone.

feeling your cheeks burn, you shook your head. “you know you’re beautiful.”

“i do” he nodded proudly, biting the inside of his chin to suppress his wide grin. “but it sounds so much sweeter coming from that pretty mouth.”

you smiled, shy but sweet, and soon the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, your mind wandering. why was draco being nicer than usual? had he always been this way and had you been too distracted to notice? was you kissing him too much?

as always, your overthinking bubbled up at the most inconvenient time.

“before ripping me apart, tom actually taught me the art of legilimency” he stated nonchalantly, still engrossed in his food.

you dropped your fork on your plate, your eyes widening in disbelief - was he reading your mind? “Draco M-”

amused, he shook his head, finding great amusement in the effect his words had on you. “i’m joooking” he drawled out, setting his food aside to focus on you.

studying you closely, he raised a hand, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. “pretty” you pouted, a smile threatening to appear, and draco mirrored your expression, tilting his head slightly. “now that i think about it… do you think what would make me heal faster?”

“what is it?” your curiosity piqued, eager to help him be out of this bed as soon as possible.

with a sly smirk, he pulled you closer, whispering. “tasting your sweet cunt” his icy blue eyes glinted as they bored into yours, and your breath caught in your throat. “it would be like my personal potion.”

sighing nervously, you moved to straddle him, cunt hovering over his face, “tell me if it’s too much” you whisper softly, hoping that nobody could was close enough to hear you.

he grasped your hips firmly, a smirk dancing around his lips as he met your gaze, “i should be the one saying that” he teased, curling one finger just enough to shift your underwear to the side, revealing the wetness.

draco let out a low groan, the sight causing his cock to harden, his pants tightening. “i can’t wait to get out of this stupid bed so i can finally have you suffocate me between your legs. i could die a happy man here” with a deft motion, he used two fingers to spread your arousal, causing you to jolt as he brushed against your hole.

“p-please stop teasing” you stammered, the effect of his teasing evident in your voice. draco reveled in your reaction, your vulnerability only fueling his desire. he was done teasing; all he wanted was to get a taste, especially to get back at enzo for telling him all about how sweet you tasted and how responsive you were.

“i’m gonna give you what you need, pretty” you felt his fingers ghost over your clit, finally beginning to draw slow, tight circles on your clit that had you crying out, more so when you felt his tongue prod at your entrance. “d-draco” you whispered his name like a prayer. “need it, please. fuck me with your tongue.”

he growled upon hearing you talk so dirty, amazed by the words leaving your sweet mouth, and without notice, his tongue plunged deep inside of you, sliding in and out as his fingers only slightly picked up their pace.

you felt empty when, out of blue, he withdrew his tongue, his fingers still working on you. “how about a deal, dolly?”

“anything” you whimpered, desperate to feel him again.

he smirked. “i make you cum and you tell me who did it better. me or enzo.”

as you peered down at him through blurry eyes, you shook your head in disapproval. “everything is a competition to you, isn’t it?”

“a deal’s a deal.”

you let out a scoff. “i don’t understand how that-” but your words got caught in your throat as his fingers moved from your cunt as well, and he raised at eyebrow at you, tilting his head. “okay, okay! i’ll do it, fuck. i’ll even tell him that, just- please- oh, oh my god!” you cried out when he resumed his work on you, fucking you with his tongue and causing you to let out the most obscene sounds, sounds you were not aware you were capable of making before.

it was nothing like you’d felt before. the way he was gripping your thighs, how precise the movement of his fingers was. he was magical.

you started trembling with the intensity of it all, and draco must’ve sensed it, because he moved his tongue, leaving you to clench around nothing before he replaced it with his fingers.

he was moving faster and you felt like you were tipping over the edge, your head thrown back as he made out with your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud and nosing at it, adding just the perfect amount of pressure that had you seeing stars. “you look gorgeous like this” he mumbled against you and it caused you to cry, actually cry from the overstimulation, your orgasm drawing nearer and nearer.

and all of a sudden, your vision turned white. you couldn’t see him, you couldn’t see anything, but all you could do was pant, cry and whimper the only thing that was on your mind in that moment - his name.

“draco, draco, draco…” spilled from your lips as you grinded your hips against his face, draco happily lapping at your cunt as you started convulsing on top of him, his nails digging into the plush of your thighs to keep you from pulling away.

you were breathing heavily, so heavy that you could hear it and it was the thing pulling you back to reality, your head dropping forward and your gaze catching draco’s.

he grinned like a mad man, cheeks hurting as he didn’t even try to hide it. “i wanna be there to look at his face when you tell him that i am better.”

shaking your head, you felt a pang of guilt now, your adrenaline rush washing off. “you’re cruel, you know that?” catching your breath, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling, but he saw right through you.

“you didn’t seem to mind one bit when i was fucking you with my tongue just a few minutes ago.”

fair enough.

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[minalover]

When Maddie's morning cup of decaf is interrupted by a persistent knocking at the door, she just knows it's Buck. Buck, her beloved baby brother, her pearl of great price, the biggest pain in her ass, having what is, no doubt, another crisis about his love life. Is it Tommy? Is it Eddie? Is it Taylor Goddamn Kelly?

Who knows. Truly.

She slowly pushes away from the kitchen table, forever grateful that her toddler, who would not have slept through this incessant banging, is already at school. Her belly, now at just over eight months, tilts her forward, causing her to waddle like a penguin across her living room and towards the noise.

She grips the handle and starts talking before she even opens the door.

"I told you, Buck, you've just gotta tell him--"

But it isn't Buck.

"Eddie," Maddie says, slightly louder and more shocked than she intended. "It's like, 9:30 in the morning, is everything okay?"

Taking him in, he doesn't look okay. His hair is wild, like he's been running his fingers through it over (and over) and over again. His cheeks are tomato pink and he's almost vibrating.

"Maddie. Hi. Hello. Good morning."

"Good morning, Eddie," she placates, putting on her best toddler-about-to-have-a-tantrum voice. "Would you like some coffee? It's decaf."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Decaf's good."

He grabs his hair (again), pushes it out of his face (it wasn't in his face), and barrels through the front door and toward the kitchen.

By the time Maddie makes it back there, Eddie's standing and staring blankly at the coffee pot.

"Can you let me just--I'll just sneak in here--"

"I kissed Buck."

Maddie flops down on one of the chairs at the island.

"Okay, you wanna run that by me one more time?"

Eddie flings himself around, luckily catching himself with his hands on the other side of the little table from Maddie.

"I kissed him! He was taking Chris to school, and I walked up to Chris and I grabbed his head, like I do all the time, and kissed him on the top of the head, like I do, all the time, but then I just..."

With the patience of every saint in the communion, she waits for Eddie to finish his sentence.

"I grabbed his head. And I kissed him."

"On the lips?"

"No. On the forehead. He's tall. I keep forgetting."

Maddie takes a loud breath. Not as deep as she'd like, but the oxygen is good. At least that's what Chimney says when he has to deal with buckandeddie at work.

"Okay. And how do you feel about that?"

Somehow, Eddie's cheeks go from tomato pink to pomegranate magenta.

"I don't know, I mean. I. I think Buck will be unbelievably cool about it," Eddie rambles, speed increasing while his oxygen is definitely decreasing. "Like he's cool about everything. Christ, what was I thinking just moving back into his house that I abandoned, oh God, Maddie, does he think I abandoned him? I never wanted to, I never meant to--"

"Woah, there, Eddie, slow down." She's pretty sure that her brother's about to feel some kind of way if Eddie spontaneously combusts in her kitchen.

Eddie's breathing heavy, chest and shoulders cascading up and down with the air he's shoving in and out. His eyes are wide and, if Maddie's not mistaken, there are tears growing in his lash line.

"Eddie?" Maddie questions gently, moving her hand over his, a symbol of support in the echoes of his mind. "I think we might need an answer to that question."

"Which question?"

"How do you feel about it? That you kissed Buck on the forehead?"

She watches as he schools his face into something loud, and then quiet, and then dark. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Doesn't open them before he speaks.

"Like I want to kiss him again."

He opens his eyes, big and brown and full of tears. They meet hers, and, by the way his face is swimming in her vision, hers might match.

"Oh, Eddie."

"I know, Maddie," he continues frantically, pushing his free hand in and out of a fist on the table. "I can't ask that of him. I moved back in with him and he's been so unbelievably--"

"Cool," she adds on a laugh. "So you said."

"Maddie," Eddie groans.

"Eddie, Buck has never been cool. Not a day in his life. Especially not about you."

He freezes in his shoes, fist halfway curled open like some sort of claw.

"What do you mean?"

"Eddie. Come on. He's crazy about you. I've known it from the beginning."

His face, wide and open, apparently needs a little more information than that.

"Look, I called his crush on you before he'd even moved out of Abby's house!"

If it's possible, Eddie's mouth is now open wider.

"Maddie... I can't... have this enormous crush on him. Be... in love with him. He's my roommate, and my best friend and I can't lose him. I won't. I refuse."

"Oh," she scoffs, "so you're just gonna swallow this down forever?"

In an instant, Eddie goes smaller than she's ever seen him before. His voice is small too.

"If I have to. He can never know."

"Uh, it's a little late for that," Chimney interrupts from the dining room.

Maddie and Eddie both snap their heads up towards the voice. But instead of Chimney they see, it's--

"Buck?"

Eddie's hand is still in Maddie's, but his voice is now directed to her little brother, standing wide-eyed behind Chimney, shoulders slouched like he used to do when he'd had a bad day at school. She pats his hand and pushes off the table, waddling over to her husband.

"Buck, why don't you and Eddie sit and have some coffee. There's decaf in the pot."

She watches as Buck moves through the room, brushing her across the shoulders as he passes, but eyes never once moving from Eddie.

As she and Chimney back up a little farther into the dining room, she hears her brother's voice.

"Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?"

"Well, all of it. Any of it. Did you mean what you told my sister? Did you mean to kiss me this morning before you left the house?"

"Eddie kissed Buck?!" Chimney whispershouts into Maddie's temple, as she brings a hand to his upper arm to slow him down. They're not eavesdropping, no of course not. Just. Enjoying the view from their dining room on a beautiful morning where they each have a few hours together. Of course.

"What if I do?" Eddie starts again.

"What if you do?" Buck questions back.

"Mean it."

"Then I'm gonna need you to kiss me again. And aim a little lower this time, would you?"

Maddie grabs Chimney by the arm and drags him all the way back to their bedroom, lest they bear witness to a secret that's definitely not theirs to tell.

[bloggerspam]

this chapter fought me tooth and nail i stg

no beta because im tired if u see any typos kindly lose your memory thanks so much

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"Heya Danno," Dad greets them with a laugh, "Having fun, Ellerina?"

"Tons!" Ellie giggles, rolling over Jon to get up and beam at her dad. "Didja hear the ghost's out of the thermos now?"

Dad laughs, heartily and Santa-like, pulling out his phone to wiggle it. "Jazzirincess let me know."

"You mean Jazz texted you so you wouldn't get confused." Danny grins, making Dad laugh.

Ellie leans over to Jon, who has also gotten up, whispering. "Dad would have seen Cousin Conner and ruined the whole thing."

Danny and Cousin Conner pick themselves up as well, dusting off grass and standing a little awkwardly.

"You must be the new baby." Dad grins, peering down at Cousin Conner and walking around him in inspection. "A clone, huh? That's neat, just like our dear old Ellie over here."

"Uh, yes, sir. Well, I'm not a baby, but." Cousin Conner coughs, looking very confused as Dad leans in and lifts his arm, inspects his hands and even his hair. "That's me."

"Remarkably stable," Dad comments, rubbing his chin, "Any issues with your health? Allergies? Skin rashes? Powers acting up?"

"Uh." Cousin Conner blinks. "No, I don't think so, sir. My uh, powers kind of mutated a little differently from Clar—Dad, because uh,"

"Because?" Dad uses a hand to shift her cousin this way and that by the shoulder, even going so far as to lift a foot to inspect a calf for some reason, Ellie doesn't know.

"Because my DNA is uhm hybrid in nature." Cousin Conner obediently looks up into Dad's gaze when Dad asks him to, and continues in increasing nervousness. "The genetic material that makes up my body comes from multiple donors, not just Superman."

"Fascinating." Dad finally finishes whatever the heck he was doing, booming out a laugh and slapping Conner on the back. "You let me or your Aunt know if you've got any issues, y'hear? Our specialty is Ecto-studies, but we know a thing or two about clones." Dad winks at Ellie.

"Uh, yes sir." Cousin Conner looks lost and so terribly confused that Ellie has to go over and give him a hug. Clone solidarity and what not. "Thanks."

"Now, let's go see what the adults are up to, eh?" Dad chuckles, ushering the four of them to join Aunt Lois, Uncle Clark, Great Aunt Martha, Jazz and Mom.

It also looks like Great Uncle Jon is here too, being scolded by Great Aunt Martha.

And to think, Ellie laughs to herself, she's already a little overwhelmed and this is only a small percentage of the entire family.

She was fine before, when it was just the kids—the littler ones only care about how many backflips you can do, and the ones her age only care about school and TV shows.

Ellie can, incidentally, do a lot of backflips. She's also been downloaded with a bunch of memories from Danny's elementary years, so even if it was a little outdated…

"Hi Honey," Mom smiles, kissing Dad on the cheek in greeting. Dad kisses her back, turning to smile over at the Kents.

"Heyo Clarkmeister," Dad grins, nodding at Aunt Lois. "Lowey-Lane. Good to see ya!"

"Hi, Jack." Uncle Clark greets back, "Your wife is driving me nuts, per usual."

Aunt Lois waves, grinning sardonically. "Hey, Jack. Ignore my husband, he's driving *everyone* nuts. Drinks later? At the usual place?"

"Sure, sure! Hi, Auntie, Uncle!" Dad agrees amiably, tilting his bulk a little to call over to Great Aunt Martha and Great Uncle Jon. Ellie frowns to herself. Even in her head that feels like a mouthful—how do Danny and Jazz do it?

Speaking of mouthfuls—Ellie is starting to get hungry again. The adults are gonna start talking about the GIW again, so maybe she can grab Jon and head back to the kid's table?

"Jazzy filled me in," Dad's voice breaks them out of her thoughts. "Heard we're all part of the Clone Kid club, eh?"

"Stranger things have happened, I'm sure," Great Aunt Martha agrees, smiling from where she stands close together with Great Uncle Jon. "Conner's a sweet boy."

Dad's large hand wraps around her shoulder, squeezing her in on his other side and thwarting her attempt to escape to where the food is. "And our Ellie's a real cute patootie, isn't she?"

Ellie smiles up at him, helpless and blushy. In the corner of her eye, she can see Cousin Conner's ears are red too, especially so when Great Aunt Martha beckons him and Danny over to stand next to her and starts to straighten out his clothes from their earlier tussle.

"So what's the verdict, anyway?" Danny asks as he dusts himself off, Jazz stepping in to pick some grass out of his hair.

"Your Uncle Clark here is going to ask his friends for help, son." Great Uncle Jon grins, grabbing Aunt Martha by the hand once she's down with Cousin Conner, "And Martha and I are going to get a drink from your dear old Uncle Bill."

Great Aunt Martha shakes her head, but follows along with a wave of her hand. "Play nice, children!"

"Was to to us, or to Mom and Uncle Clark?" Danny whispers to Jazz, nudging her with his shoulder.

"Could be either." Jazz shrugs, whispering back and making Ellie and Jon giggle.

Meanwhile, Dad looks over to Mom, who explains. "Clark's Justice League friends, they're going to handle the GIW for us."

"I've got some contacts," Aunt Lois agrees, "We can get the ball rolling on exposing those ECTO-Acts or what have you."

"I know Batman will be all over this like white on rice." Uncle Clark adds in, putting an arm around Aunt Lois. "We can get one of the Green Lanterns to weigh in too."

Dad's grip on her slackens a bit, allowing Ellie to wiggle her way out. Jon is luckily within in reach, so she grabs his hand and—

"Nobody," Aunt Lois says with a growl masked as false cheer, "Is going to touch my niece and nephew."

Ellie stops in her tracks, feeling all sorts of tingly from her aunt's fierce protectiveness. It's still new, this kind of support and love. She looks towards Danny, who also has a faint redness to the apples of his cheeks, making the blue of his eyes pop a little but more. She wonders if her blush starts there too, if her eyes are just as pretty as her templates.

"Well now, how about that." Dad shakes Mom a little, jovially. "Diplomacy at it's finest! Sure gives us some time to breathe, eh Maddie?"

Mom rolls her eyes and shrugs off Dad's hand. "We were handling it just fine Jack."

"And you were found out by a 13 year old." Uncle Clark scoffs, but Aunt Lois elbows him for it.

"Damian is a special case Clark, and you know that." Aunt Lois grits out. "And besides, I'm sure we Maddie and Jack would have handled it just fine."

"Mom and Dad have been backhacking the GIW, slowly gathering evidence and planting viruses." Jazz cuts in, rolling her eyes in the same way Mom does, "We were going to blow the building once we got all the weapons and experiments out."

"Ectoplasm can exacerbate explosive power in weird ways." Danny explains to the Kents, "And we wanted to make sure everything got cleaned out, but they have ghost barriers."

"The hang up was that they actually are a government sanctioned organization." Ellie chimes in, wanting to go back to the food table. Maybe take another shot at the bounce house. "But Uncle Clark's friends can handle that, right?"

"Me and my Team could handle it." Cousin Conner pipes in, sounds smug and self assured. "Mom and the Green Lanterns handle the front side, YJ handles the groundwork?"

"Dude, seriously?" Danny looks at Cousin Conner like he's swallowed a lemon. Whole. "You actually want to be involved?"

"Duh," Cousin Conner looks back at Danny confusedly, "Don't you?"

"Baby Conner," Danny intones very seriously, ignoring the way Cousin Conner sputters at being called a baby, "I am retired. I'm not getting back into the game when I finally have my grades together."

"Retired?? How old are you?" Cousin Conner blinks. "Wait. Does that mean you were a hero??"

"He's 17, and he used to be called Phantom, Amity Park's former small town hero." Ellie smirks, "And I was Phantasm, his former sidekick!"

"You were only on the scene for 3 months." Danny argues, "And you called yourself Phantom 2: Electric Boogaloo."

Jon snickers beside her, which makes her face go all warm. She doesn't regret it, it was funny, but she also doesn't like being called out this way. She sticks her tongue out at her brother to show her displeasure and turns glowy eyes at her cousin. "I don't wanna hear anything from you, Superboy Junior!"

"It's Superboy the Second!" Jon shoots back, hoity toity for no reason. "Not Junior!"

"It's only the Second if Cousin Conner is dead, dummy." Ellie sneers, clutching at said cousin. "And I'm not gonna let that happen—Clone Solidarity!!!"

Cousin Conner looks like he might cry, when she looks up at him to make sure they're on the same page. She thinks she might have done something wrong for a moment, before he smiles like it's carved out of him. "Hell yeah, Clone Solidarity!"

"Wait that's not true is it??" Jon immediately latches onto Cousin Conner's other side, "I don't want you to die Con, I just got you!"

"It's unfortunately true, Baby Jon." Jazz tries to break the news gently, "But that's on the general public for dubbing you that, I think."

"And nobody's gonna take me away bud." Cousin Conner soothes, squeezing both Ellie and Jon together tight. Ellie decides to bite Jon's cheek, now that it's in reach. "Mom would be really mad if that happened."

Jon, the meanie, just bites her back on her shoulder.

Which, rude. See if she takes him with her when she goes back to the kid's table.

"That's right sweetie, nobody's going to touch any of my family." Aunt Lois agrees, suddenly closer and ruffling Jon and Ellie's hair in a not-so-subtle attempt to separate them. Ellie sees through her, but lets her do it anyway.

Ellie's hungry, but she's not that hungry.

"It's not entirely a bad idea though." Uncle Clark makes a thoughtful noise, rubbing his chin and looking towards Cousin Conner. "It's a bit big to have Young Justice handle the dismantling, but maybe we can put you to work on public relations."

"PR work?" Cousin Conner whines, "I'd rather be benched than pushed to PR!"

"This is what happens when you try and butt in." Danny smirks. "Have fun smiling for the cameras, Baby Conner."

"What is up with this whole Cousin So-and-So, Baby who-dunnit, Great Uncle Pa, stuff? Don't ya'll ever get tired of it?" Cousin Conner whines, Ellie honks out a laugh.

"Do you know how many John's are in this family?" Ellie asks, leaning back to look up at her cousin. "Seven."

"Baby Jon, Great Uncle Jon," Danny counts out, "Uncle Johnny, Cousin Jimbo…"

"Uncle John, Grandpa John," Jazz picks up, and smiling beatifically, "And of course, Jimmy J."

"Jimmy J?" Cousin Conner looks horrified and confused, fingers up in an approximation of counting along, "How come he doesn't get a title?"

"Because." Ellie sniffs, just to be annoying. She doesn't know why either, that's not written on the notecard Jazzy gave her.

"You don't even know." Jon accuses, but he clearly doesn't either, so he doesn't get much of a say. She tells him so just as Jazz cuts in.

"The point is, if we don't, people get horribly confused." Cousin Conner looks towards Danny, who shrugs.

"We're always confused, but it helps at least." Danny leans in to whisper, "Mom doesn't even know everyone, and I doubt Uncle Clark does either."

"I heard that." Uncle Clark chuckles, shrugging sheepishly. "But you're not wrong, there's so so many'a us Walkers."

Aunt Lois crosses her arms, huffing. "I'm still mad at you. Conner wouldn't have been found out if you had at least told him about the Fentons. You and Maddie always fight—and Danny always hung out with Ma when he was Jon's age!"

Cousin Conner whips his gaze back to Danny, who smirks. "Yeah, dead giveaway by the way, stealing someone else's childhood like that."

Cousin Conner groans, directing a glare towards Uncle Clark as Mom screeches in laughter. "Seriously, Dad? I'm mad too. You and Pa said nobody would notice!"

"Nobody did!" Uncle Clark argues, "Your Aunt Maddie didn't even notice!"

"I would have noticed!" Mom argues, still trying to catch her breath, "I definitely would have noticed!"

"Please." Uncle Clark rolls his eyes, "The only reason we got found out is because of your spawn, not because of anything you did. You barely remember any'a the cousins!"

"Just admit you thought you could gaslight me and move on!" Mom waves Uncle Clark's comment off. She comes over to give Jazz and Danny a tight squeeze, smug and amused. "It's not my fault my kids caught you out because you didn't prep your kids!"

"Look me in the eye and tell me you did any prepping." Uncle Clark challenges, tapping his ear twice. "Don't forget, I can hear you lie."

"Fat lot of good that didya when we were kids." Mom smirks, though Ellie does notice that she neither confirms or nor denies. "You never once caught me, and you ain't gonna catch me now."

"I'll bet my bottom dollar that Jazz was the one who did all the work." Uncle Clark is relentless, and Ellie is starting to feel hungry again. Danny and Jazz had warned her that this might happen, but it really is so very tiring watching them bicker. "Either her or Jack. Which was it?"

"It was all Jazzirincess, Clarkaroo." Dad chuckles, placing a large hand on Jazz's head and ruffling up her hair and skewing her signature teal headband. Ellie decides to nudge Jon, slowly slipping away from Cousin Conner towards where the rest of the family is milling about and closer towards the food.

"Ha!" Uncle Clark shouts, pointing at Mom's face. "I knew it! Taking credit for your kid's triumphs? Shame on you Maddie Walker!"

"It is Doctor Maddie Fenton to you, Clark Kent!" Mom huffs, side stepping the subject.

"You always do this, changing subjects and never focusing on the actual point of what I'm saying—"

Jon and Ellie are ten feet away, when she realizes suddenly that they're not alone.

Aunt Lois and Jazz are right behind them, discussing the logistics of what actually needs to be done.

Cousin Conner is chiming in on what the YJ team can contribute, and how Danny can chip in as their ecto-contact or whatever, with Danny shoving at him to please not involve him.

Dad brings up the rear, chuckling and jostling the boys, egging them on and bidding Mom and Uncle Clark a good see ya later!

When Ellie looks back, Mom and Uncle Clark barely even notice.

"I heard that Uncle Bobby brought pork sliders." Jon's voice brings Ellie's gaze back forward, "He's got this special sauce, hand made and everything!"

"Ancients, that sounds so good" Ellie rubs her belly, voice going a little louder as they join back into the crowd that is milling about, "I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

"Do halfas eat horses?" Jon wonders aloud, though his voice is low enough (that the crowd loud enough) that nobody even double takes at it. "I think Cousin Carmella has horses, so if you do I don't think you should, at least in front of her."

"It's an expression." Ellie grins, before making a thoughtful noise, "And I guess we can? Just like any other meat, I guess. We eat just like humans, with the added bonus of built in ectoplasmic filtration."

"Damian's vegetarian, so I really don't think you should even use that expression in front of him," Jon mumbles as he brings out his phone to text said best friend as they speak, no doubt. "And that sure was a lotta words you said at me, that I sure did understand, yep."

"When you say best friend," Ellie eyes the blush and wide smile Jon gets when he gets a text back. "Do you actually mean best friend, or do you mean crush of massive proportions?"

Jon drops his phone, face red and horrified like she's discovered some kind of terrible secret about him when it's written all over his face like a name tag. Cousin Conner tumbles into Danny as he laughs his ass off in the background.

Well. she guesses that answers that.

Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily?  Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

[nerdygirlramblings]

This story, like all things, must come to an end. Thank you for joining me and for the love and support you’ve shown this little idea that would not let me go. (It's a long one.)

Through the afternoon, Jon and the others keep you company, following in your wake as you continue your daily routine. But it is hard to focus with Jon's words ringing in your ears. They are here to claim you. To somehow take you to Fjall Gothar. To be Queen of the gods.

The day passes in a blur. When you have unguarded moments, one of your gods whispers how they will take you from your people, how they will worship you in more than just your dreams.

You do not fully understand their plan and are distracted throughout the feast. The Elders, even those who don't fully believe, speak of the work of the gods and the blessings your people have received. It is clear from the conversations around you other villages have started worshiping the ancient gods and are experiencing similar blessings. You cannot keep your eyes from your gods as you hear a woman talk about the dream one of the farmers in her village had that helped end a strange crop blight. Or how in another, members of a scouting party deemed dead finally made their weary way home several moons later, hurt and hungry but all alive.

Once the meal is over and the hall is cleared and set with beds for the visitors, you return to your home to find Jon, Tav, Gaz and Si already there. They are smiling at you tenderly, a look of pure devotion on each man's face. Si comes to you as you close your door, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace that lasts for long moments. When he steps back it is only to position himself better to kiss you. It is the first time any of them have been so intimate outside of your dreams. You moan a little and melt into the kiss. Tav tugs your arm, pulling you to his side before crashing his lips down on yours. He tastes like sunshine as he slips his tongue into your mouth. When he lifts his head and lets you gulp a lungful of air, Gaz slips in behind you and whirls you around. You don't register it happening before all you smell and taste is him. Lush and filling, like the abundance he can rain down if he chooses, kissing Gaz feels like it's everything you'll ever need. Until a firm set of hands land on your hips and removes you from Gaz's hold. "My queen," Jon whispers, lust and love weaving themselves through his voice before he pulls you flush against him and claims you with a kiss so scorching it burns away the thought of anyone but them.

"There is no moon tonight, my queen. We will leave when the village is sleeping, and we shall leave no trace. Tomorrow, your home will look as it does now, but you will be gone," Jon states.

You rear back. "But what about my people?" you ask, afraid. "How will they know how to worship you without me?"

"Even now, when we are about to reward you with everything you deserve, you think of others," Gaz sighs, placing light kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. "You are truly a queen, love."

"You have shared what you learned," Si says quietly. "Each morning you work, you invite others to join you. Thone, Unnr, Astridr, Vigi, Bui," he lists several of those who have been touched by their blessings, "you've taught them all what to do. And they will teach others."

"Your people will miss you," Tav admits, "but you have given them what they need to continue the work without you."

You look around at your gods, these men whom you saved and who thus saved your people. Yes, you are afraid, but not moreso than the night you made your sacrifice. And now, like your people, you are being rewarded for all you've done. "I am ready," you say with more conviction than you feel.

Jon kisses you one more time before sweeping you out the door.

The trip to Fjall Gothar happens in a blink. One moment you're viewing the night sky from the front of your house, and the next you are above the stars, looking out into the vast darkness. Jon leads you through the palace, Gaz, Tav, and Si trailing quietly behind you. Though you'd seen it in your dreams, hearing your steps echo in the halls is altogether different. When you reach the throne room, you're surprised when Jon steers you onto the large, ornate throne you had seen all those weeks ago. "My queen," he says reverently. "Your heart saved us all, and it is a privilege to have you here, in this place of honor."

It is strange, adapting to life in the palace. As a goddess, an idea which sits uneasily on your shoulders, you no longer have need of food or rest, though both can exist if you wish them. You are often in consultation with the gods about life in not only your village but in more places than you knew existed. Unlike the others, you have no defined sphere of influence, instead leading with the heart that first sought out these ancient gods for help. Your days are filled with the same care and consideration for others you've always had, applied to humanity far and wide. At night, you're entangled with one or more of your lovers.

And lovers they truly are now. Your bed never lacks for company.

No one is surprised when you bear a set of twins - one boy and one girl - who look like Gaz. Next is a daughter whose eyes could rival Jon or Tav, followed by a son whose build is purely Si. And you are not the only one to fill the palace with the sound of children. Las and Wel build themselves a girl child of clay and a boy child of cloud, breathing life into each in turn. Fra and Lex have several children too. As they grow, the children become gods and goddesses, claiming various facets of life to protect.

Generations pass and still you sit in your place of honor, ever focused on protecting others. With your children and their children and their children's children, you urge them to find ways to watch over things in a way that will allow them to continue living and not be forgotten as so many of the original ancient gods had been.

One morning you are gripped by a desire so strong, you cannot ignore it. You dress in clothes you've seen others wear before leaving the palace for the mortal realm. Though Jon, Gaz, Tav, and Si all offered to accompany you, they did not attempt to force their company on you. It warms you after all this time to know they care deeply for you and trust your judgement.

You find yourself on the road to your old village, walking a path you used to know by heart but which has changed in the years since you left. There are more people now, more homes, more spaces to gather. Many people look up and wave as you enter the village, and you are greeted by a pleasant-looking man who introduces himself as Lars. "I am one of the leaders of this village, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to it," he says, nodding his head. "Have you come to see the shrine?"

"Shrine?" you ask, remembering the small altars you'd built on the border between the village and the fields all those years ago.

"Yes," Lars replies. "It is our pride and joy, and many come to see it and pray to the gods."

You remember the pilgrims who were with your gods the night you left the village. You aren't sure how to respond, so you simply nod your head and say, "Yes."

Lars leads you past buildings whose inhabitants and purposes you knew a lifetime ago to what had been the main meeting hall. You remembered seeing your gods there over dinner, the first time they'd come to your village in human form. Little about the outside of the building has changed, but as Lars opens wide the doors and ushers you inside, everything is different.

The altars you'd built were tiny and modest in comparison to what you see before you. Ranging along three walls of the meeting hall are large, ornate altars. The largest ones are along the wall directly across from the door. There are nine in total, but the five in the middle are nearly as tall as you. Lars names your children, their children, and children of the other gods as he points to various altars along the long walls. The pride in his voice at how well the people tend the altars and worship the gods is unmistakable.

Finally, he stops at the far wall, pointing at the five largest altars, and you gasp. Before he says anything, you point to each and say, "There is the altar to the god of death, and that must be to Gaz, here is the one for Tav, and this is clearly Jon's. But what of the altar in the center? I do not recognize it."

It is beautifully carved with images of soft rains and fertile fields, of fish and game and wild berries, of babies and the elderly. It is obviously well taken care of. Lars quickly glances at you before focusing on the altar. There's a hitch in his voice when he finally speaks. "Legend has it our people were dying. Wars and famine gripped us. But then we were saved. One woman somehow brought a miracle to us. The gods began blessing us. Our crops grew strong and plentiful. Fighting stopped and trade with our neighbors began instead. Less than two years later, the woman disappeared." Lars turns to look at you. "We know it is but a legend, but we believe she left us to bring miracles to others, as word soon spread of how our neighbors began to flourish too. She is the reason we are still here, and so we worship her as the queen of the gods, the heart that saved us all."

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka jake finally says it, even though he’s known it since…well, forever.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 676 ⌗ the first 'i love you' :'), fluff, comfort <3

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── CHAT I THINK THIS ONE has to be my favorite one thus far...i'm gonna cry jake is so precious and i just love love & i love jakeyn </3 i listened to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler on repeat while drafting this and those are the vibes im going for...im gonna go cry now

It’s peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Suspiciously peaceful.

Because Jake hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes—which is an actual world record.

You glance to your side.

Jake’s hand is warm in yours.

His mind?

Somewhere else entirely.

It’s quiet. It’s late. The kind of the late where everything feels simpler. Softer. Where the streetlights begin to glow above you, where the river reflects the sky’s first stars. Where the only sound to the distant hum of the city around you is the crunch of your steps synced together.

And Jake is still. Not talking.

“You’re being uncharacteristically quiet,” you tease lightly, elbowing him gently. “Where did my boyfriend go?”

Jake lets out a breathy laugh—barely there—as he turns to you, shaking his head.

“I’m here,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “Just…thinking.”

Oh. 

You stop walking.

He stops with you. Looks at you.

Jake's always looking at you.

But this time, it’s charged.

You tilt your head, your voice soft, “Jake.”

And that’s when you see it.

The look in his eyes. It’s familiar—the one he has every time he looks at you. The kind that makes your heart skip and stutter because it’s not just fondness, it’s not just affection—it’s everything.

Everything unsaid wrapped into one glance.

Everything that makes your heart feel like it’s on the edge of something terrifyingly wonderful.

Everything that says every version of his life points straight to you.

Jake blinks, glances over to the river as if the waves might talk him out from what he’s about to do.

It does not.

He lets out one last exhale.

Looks at you again.

“I love you.”

Your heart stops.

Your brain short-circuits. Eyes wide. Stomach drops.

It takes you a full five seconds to process the words, and by the time you do—

Jake is already smiling.

Gentle. Beautiful. Knowing.

Like he expected your reaction.

“It’s okay,” he says quietly before you can even try to respond. “You don’t have to say anything. I just…wanted you to know.”

Your mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

“I’ve known for a long time,” he continues, voice steady, warm, his eyes never leaving yours once. “Like, way before I even deserved to say it.”

He lets out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are pink. He runs his thumb over your knuckles back and forth as if to ground himself.

“And, honestly, I think you knew a long time ago too.”

You swallow hard.

Because yeah. You did.

Jake has always loved you in the way he softens his voice when he talks to you. In the way he never lets you walk on the side of the road. In the way he shows up, over and over again—no matter how many times you tried to build your walls up.

He lifts your intertwined hands to his lips and kisses your fingers, one by one, like he’s spilling his feelings out again—I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I just—I wanted you to know,” he murmurs, quieter this time. “No pressure. No expectations. Just…it’s yours. My heart. If you want it.”

And god, you break a little.

Because he means it. He means it.

He knows it. You know it.

You look at him—the boy who’s loved you so unapologetically, even when you weren’t sure if you deserved it yet.

And he waits.

Jake waits. Patient. Sure.

Then—you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest, losing yourself completely to his warmth, his comfort, your home.

Jake exhales—something between a laugh and a breath of relief—and melts into you instantly, planting a kiss into your hair as he holds you tight.

When you finally pull away, your eyes meet his—and he’s already smiling. So soft. So tender. 

So yours. 

His eyes crinkle at the corners, full of something that feels like forever.

Jake doesn’t ask for anything more.

Doesn’t push.

He just reaches out, lacing his fingers through yours.

And then he keeps walking.

And you follow.

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[shimmering-starsun]

there’s been an insane resurgence of headcannons in the marvel fandom thanks to thunderbolts, so heres my masterlist of headcannons i’ve seen from others that I will continue to add to :)

Yelena

her guinea pig is the group pet—named Nat

insists on doing karaoke every saturday night, she and Ava eat everyone up.

Cooks for EVERYONE. makes sure they all eat enough.

laughs at her own jokes, especially the bad ones. Ava can’t help but laugh with her.

Bucky

leads group therapy seasion every tuesday.

tries* to use brainrot and slang terms, but it catches onto Alexei, so now nobody can convince him otherwise.

helps Bob with his nightmares. Sees pre-serum Steve in Bob so he feels like he needs to protect him

talks about Sam a lot, everyones tired of it.

argues with John constantly, but they always work well together on missions.

It’s a competition to see who can sneak up on and scare bucky. He’s expressionless every time and just says “wow that was so scary”

Insists on silence breaks, everyone starts speaking again after 3 minutes.

says he never cares, but makes sure there’s water and first aid for every mission.

Bob

THE little brother.

has to have some amount of light on when he sleeps. He also loves to sleep in the living room on the couch when other’s are there to listen to the soft of their voices.

May or may not be on Booktok, either way, he reads romance and mystery.

always in the corner drinking tea or a milkshake when the others are fighting.

hates cucumber, any way it’s prepared.

He always beats John in every card or board game. when it’s more than 2 people playing, it doesn’t matter if Bob comes out on top, he always gets a higher score than John. They’re the two brothers who hate eachother.

watches cartoons to heal his inner child, doesn’t let anyone know.

>800 hours on minecraft

hard for him to accept gifts from others, even if it’s a bag of chips, he’ll say he doesn’t deserve it.

actually has a great sense of humor, can make the entire team cry from laughter just by saying something small. Takes him a couple weeks to loosen up and start joking around

Ava

likes to jumpscare people by just appearing out of thin air. Steals everyones snacks because she can.

Ultimate gaslighter, especially towards Bob. shows him those ai videos of sad cat stories and obvious rage bate and he gets pissed about it.

loves halloween and horror movies (a menace on halloween night, especially to John who she would just stand in the hallway and stare menacingly at while in a clown costume or something)

has trouble sleeping. Bucky once found her on the floor of the training room at 3am

once passed out from overworking herself, woke up and found Bob sitting next to her watching over her like a big golden retriever.

Kendrick Lamar enthusiast

Red Guardian

runs a tiktok account where he posts videos of the team (bonus, he puts filters on them and doesn’t tell)

will make the most heinous food combinations and swear they’re good.

hugs a little too tightly.

always gives a big dramatic speech before they go out, even if it’s just for coffee.

tells stories that are 90% lies, but everyone listens anyway.

John

acts as if he doesn’t care for the group, but gets worried if they don’t all text him back.

thinks he has a niche movie collection but it’s not neiche at all. horrible taste in movies (this one is very popular)

resident chef, along with Yelena.

the only one who has an actual schedule.

Gets really quiet after missions, especially if things went bad. Extremely self-critical even if it’s not apparent.