#Nonnie

[romanovthinkver]

What about Nat taking you for the first time, being soft and careful but losing control for a bit and filling you up to the brim 🥴

sorry for the wait anon, i needed to get rid of my uni things, but here we go! it came out longer than i imagined, hope you enjoy either way!

warnings: sex scenes, dom/sub dynamic, g!p nat, daddy!nat, p in v, gxg, breeding, blowjob, fingering, orgasm, age gap, dirty talks.

daddy! nat was a completely a soft bear during your first time. you weren’t nothing but an inexperienced little virgin thing and natasha was this older woman who clearly had lots of sex in the past.

she took so much care of everything. the bed had towels for the eventuality of blood loss, bottles of water were lined up on the bedside table, the room was in the right temperature, a hand towel ready to wipe you off and she already set items ready for the aftercare. everything was under her control and ready to assure every of your comfort.

wet, needy and ready you were on her big bed being eaten and stretched out for the first time, at every whimper of discomfort natasha would softly hush you and press a kiss on your thighs. she was slow, lovely, giving you time to process and let her taste you in the most delicate ways.

natasha could’ve swear she would have been happy to die between your milky thighs with her mouth and fingers deep inside you, the sweet taste of your juices tempting and the most sinful sounds rolling off your tongue were driving the older woman drunk and lustful.

she was there with you, living the moment, living the passion, living the love flowing between you. starting to memorise your body that eventually became her favourite place to be, to mark, to own.

her knee sunk into the bed and while you were worshipping her plump breasts, she was jerking herself off with grunts and moans. your pussy was soaked thanks to the two orgasms she already gave you.

she shifted both of you on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed. fully naked, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. her breath came in shallow gasps as natasha watched you, who was positioned between her legs.

natasha’s cock was standing erect and ready as you leaned closer, breath hot against the warm flesh. you kissed the tip hesitating, lips soft and teasing. your daddy eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a low groan escaping her lips.

“oh, bunny,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

your tongue darted out, feeling bolder to giving the tip a series of playful kitty licks looking up at the redhead for guidance which was immediately given as big veiny hands found their way into your curls, gently tugging to guiding your movements.

“look at me, baby girl,” natasha commanded, her voice firm yet tender. you obeyed, gaze locking with her and slowly taking the cock in your mouth starting with just the tip, tongue swirling around it before starting to take more, inch by inch like a drug.

the woman’s hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to thrust deeper into your wet and welcoming mouth, hands tightened in your hairs, trying to maintain control. “take it all, bunny. I want you to take every inch.”

your eyes filled eventually with tears as the cock reached the back of the throat, but you didn’t pull away because you wanted to make your daddy proud, so you relished the sensation of pleasing her, the power and submission blending into a heady mix that made your own body tingle with arousal. bobbing head, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, tongue working the length of the massive venous cock.

natasha’s breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate. “fuck–you’re amazing, baby girl. just like that.” her fingers twisted in your hairs holding you in place firmly.

you could feel the twitching of the prick as the heavy balls of the woman prepared to release its contents, you redoubled efforts, mouth moving faster, eyes never leaving natasha’s. the connection between you was electric, the intensity almost overwhelming.

“daddy needs you to swallow, bunny,” natasha growled, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still, she was so close and only god knows how she wanted to pin you down and fuck your mouth with mercy. “can you do that for me?”

you nodded as best you could, eyes filled with determination and devotion. with one final, deep thrust, natasha released her load, filling your mouth with the warm, sticky cum. you gagged slightly but quickly composed yourself, swallowing every drop as your daddy had commanded.

the redhead whole body shuddered with pleasure as she watched you. “that’s my good girl. you took it so well, baby.” pulling you up for a kiss, your mouths meeting in a passionate, messy collision. the taste of the cum was still on your lips, and natasha licked it off, savoring the flavor.

"you're so beautiful, baby," natasha murmured against your lips. she kissed her way down to your body again and her thumb found your clit, teasing your folds. you moaned softly, body arching towards the woman.

natasha made sure you was wet enough, she was so worried to hurt you like you were made of glass. patting the tip of her cock against her pussy and brushing the tip gently over her entrance, she breathed softly "are you ready, my little one?.”

you nodded with eyes filled with trust and need. "yes, daddy. please."

the redhead positioned herself and slowly pushed the tip inside you, inch by inch, ensuring you didn't feel too much pain, her lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss, muffling your mutual groans of pleasure and then finally she bottomed fully inside you.

"you're doing so well, princess," she praised, her voice tender and head resting on your neck, you were so warm and tight and natasha was already on the brick of blowing. she kissed you softly while you gripped at her back with nails digging in slightly.

natasha, once sure the pain went away, began to thrust gently, setting a slow and intimate pace. each movement was filled with love and adoration, her hips moving rhythmically against yours. "you feel so good, bunny. so perfect.”

you whimpered, body trembling with pleasure and need for more. "daddy! oh–more, more. please!”

natasha increased her pace gradually, her thrusts becoming more intense. "fuck–baby, i need to cum inside of you. i need to fill you up, sweet girl. daddy needs to claim you." she continued to move, her body pressed intimately against yours until she felt the climax building.

with a final thrust, the redhead released the cum inside your warm pussy, humping softly to ensure it stayed within you. "take it all, princess. you're so good for me," natasha praised, her voice full of pride and affection.

foreheads touching, breath ragged and sweet smiles painted your lips and bodies locked close, natasha caressed your hair, kissed you gently, and whispered sweet nothings. "you're my everything, bunny. you did so well," her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

she kissed you deeply again and again. your connection building stronger than ever, as you held each other close, the world outside fading away in the warmth of your shared love.

[deunmiu-dessie]

literally a p link!

https://x.com/arousaii/status/1774823539780059385?s=46

Simon Riley n his sweet gf .

♡♡𝆬 🍼 nonnie! the thing is, you just love touching simon ˙◠˙ sometimes it's sexual and sometimes it's not. but you just have to hold onto him in some way. he's big, strong, warm, and gives the best hugs, he's so protective and that just makes your brain turn into a pile of goo and he just loves you s'much. ughh 😠

it can go from a simple cuddle, to rubbing against him with your slick cunt. from watching a movie with your head nestled against his pelvis, to your hand in his briefs and stroking him lazily. simon finds it cute, you touching him every chance you get, his clingy baby 🥺

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[bobardo]

Threesome with h and his gf but he obviously prefers the reader 🤭🤭 you can make his gf jealous or reverse cuck vibes if that’s something you’d like but just the vibe of him preferring the reader in front of his gf even if he’s trying to hide it (or not)

BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF BARK—

you'd been caught staring (not as if you're known amongst your friend group for subtlety—contrary, you tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, an open book—but it's nevertheless jarring to be called out on it). sat at the dinning table in a public restaurant, staring at a person, a man—arabella's man.

harry.

it was overt and entirely unintentional (and hard not to when he'd perused you the way he had, the way you had (have) been), and led to your current position.

we like to share, she told you with a reassuring smile, tucked in his side, his arm around her waist, as waiters tentatively came by to clear the table and the others gathered their things and said their goodbyes to one another. but his eyes were still on you.

as they are now, sharp, unwavering—you can't see them but you don't need to, its heat searing into the curve of your back. despite her apologia, this doesn't feel like sharing. it feels intimate, private, something to be shared between lovers.

not lovers and the girl that couldn't stop eye-fucking arabella's boyfriend since the second they stepped, hand-in-hand, into the establishment.

no matter (it matters, deeply—because you’ve known bella for years and this has never happened. she has a type—brunette men with inked skin and thick, eyesore muscles—that you’d like to think is the exact opposite of yours. and he fits into it, could probably serve as the poster child for her desired man and this has never fucking happened before but it’s happening now).

it's heady—bella's sweaty back pressed against your chest, your ass perched above hers, thighs spread over her, toes brushing her calves; arms, shaking, over her bunched shoulder, hands weakly keeping the brunt of your weight from collapsing onto her. her nose is in the sheets and yours is in her hair, notes of lavender and tea tree sprouting from the roots, as harry bullies his cock into his girlfriend's pussy.

she yelps, fisting the sheets he's splayed her—on all fours with you, ready and waiting, placed whorishly on top—over, when the force of his strokes shifts you both over the mattress, the ruddy tip of his cock no doubt pressing gratingly at the spot inside her that makes her thighs shake underneath yours.

you can't stop the moan that tears from your throat.

and harry smirks. "like it?" he taunts—rubbly, coated, thick, in a condescending, oddly affectionate lilt that you know—just know—is meant for you. it makes you shiver; heat licks down the knobs of your bent spine and your chapped lips part to respond but—

“fu-uck yes, har, love it,” arabella sounds from beneath you, tongue clearly weighted to the bed of her mouth with the way her words slur, or perhaps it’s the muffle of silken sheets caught between her teeth, soaked with spit, chewing.

he grunts, and you don’t know him.

you don’t know him because arabella brought him to dinner with your friends as an introduction to her boyfriend of three months, harry styles. you don’t know him, because the way he smiled, soft but not timid, and shook hands with naill and daniel was in that stereotypical, brotherly way that says don’t break her heart on one end and don’t plan on it on the other. you don’t know him because the way he let sara and brithany come to him first for a hug, and kept his hands respectfully above the small of their backs proved he didn’t plan on breaking sweet arabella’s heart.

you don’t know him.

…but.

he grunts and you swear it’s one of annoyance and not satisfaction. annoyance at the fact his girlfriend—your close, i’ve-known-you-since-freshman-year-of-uni friend—had responded instead of you.

you’re not getting fucked but you may as well be, with the way your head seems to swim in fog and your thoughts clot together into one big mess of consonants and vowels. you may as well have his cock, harry’s pretty, pink cock, stuffed up inside your guts with how you tremble over bella’s frame (could be blamed on the way she’s shaking beneath you, but there’s truly no point in lying to yourself). he’s holding you—he’s fucking her but he’s holding you—hands fit just over the swell of your presented ass, nails biting into the soft of your hips. you may as well be getting fucked, with the way—

“you’re dripping,” harry murmurs, absentminded-like, and his right hand moves from it’s station at juncture between the small of your back and the slope of your bum to fit itself between your legs. brushes calloused, firm fingers to your puffed up clit and it’s dirty. it’s dirty because he just barely grazes your clit with the rough pads of his fingers before he’s swiping them up and down to collect your wetness until it’s practically pooling in his palm and then pulling out of his girlfriend with an audible pop to smear said wetness over the length of he’s already soaked cock.

you still can’t see him, you’re still thrown on all fours over your very close friend who’s also on all fours but hearing him—hearing it, the slick push and pull of his tight fist working the remnants of your arousal from his hand into his stiff cock—is enough to make you fucking come.

you’re not getting fucked but you may as well be.

you may as well be, and you are when he rises slightly up on his toes to press his fat cockhead to the seam of your pussy. you are getting fucked when he pushes inside of you instead of going back down to his panting, edged girlfriend just beneath you, her holes pretty and presented the same as yours.

you are getting fucked, fucked by harry—by bella’s man—and you could fucking cry with delight.

god, you need to talk to your therapist about the significance of what this means, but that’s a thought for a later time—a time when your cunt isn’t being completely filled by the cock of a man who doesn’t belong to you, the cock of a man that belongs to one of your very best friends.

“harryharryharry,” you keen into bella’s scalp, strands glistening with a mixture of sweat and your drool, and dig your nails into the bedding beneath your palms to claw at the fabric.

he grunts, cock fully sheathed inside of you and you can feel the way his cock kicks and twitches against your soft, gummy walls and how he shivers at the feel of you wrapped snug around him and the way he grips your waist, nails biting, to keep you locked onto him and rolls his hips into yours, somehow trying to reach deeper even though there’s nowhere else to go, no more room, full—full—and—

you don’t know him.

but you know he wants you, more than he should.

and maybe you do, too.

——

a/n: couldn't explain it 👍🏽

not edited/proofread!!

[heartofjasmina]

imagine if big bro Izuku helped his sister cum bcus she hasn’t been able to do it herself…

Nonnie I love this <3

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"'Zuku, need help." You whisper as you crawl into your older brothers bed.

"What is it sweetheart?" Izuku doesn't even have the decency to be cranky from being woken up. He just turns his emerald eyes towards you, and pulls you close. His cock perks up and takes attention when he feels your bare tits brushing against his arm through a thin cotton shirt.

"Wanna feel good." You mumble with heat in your cheeks, knowing you're becoming addicted to it. The ritual of coming to his bed every night after ignoring the stupid boys at your college. They could never compare to the pleasure your big brother gave you.

"Again? You're so needy sis." He was teasing you, you knew it. Your legs were already spreading and his hand was already finding your clit.

"Can't help it, you make me feel good." It was honest and that's what set Izuku over the edge. He fed one, then two of his thick scarred fingers inside your pussy while his thumb circled your clit.

"That's cause you're mine, sweetheart. Always have been, always will be."

[avakitsune]

Post a vid of you choking yourself, please?

If I get nuked, I hate you, bestie 🥰 I'm putting it under a readmore just to be safe

Edit: the post survived and I got no flag so I'm removing the readmore

[gatefleet]

Can you write an hc about what it’d be like to have Travis Wheatley helping his SO train for her rodeo event?

Thanks!

Hey nonnie! I can certainly try!

Travis would be firm but sweet with his SO

He'd be very protective of both partner and horse

He'd probably be quite strict when it comes to training, this is to ensure that both SO and horse are as safe as can be

Travis would explain the steps to you, followed by showing you how it's done.

Travis would watch you do the trick and then give constructive criticism/feedback, to help you improve and ensure you and the horse are getting the most out of the event

He'd give you pointers on how to build the relationship between you and your horse to get you both in sync

If he's been particularly hard on you, then he'd definitely make it up to you later

[mikaikaika]

Everyone tubbo L-ing in chat as if he didnt get exactly the information he was looking for in that cucurucho interaction. My guy has been asking if cucurucho still has power since the reset and well - he finally found out

^^^^ This! Obviously the whole stream was amazing but this was one of my favorite parts! I've been missing this style of interrogation he does where people don't even realize they're giving him information until it's too late. Same with interactions like talking his way out of fines with the rabbit, it's such a cool part of his character!

QTubbo is such a yap master that when he starts running his mouth people don't actually pay much attention and just begin brushing it off as him being him. But eventually there comes a moment where you realise that he has slowly and diligently not only diverted the conversation to what he wanted to, but also made you feel like you had the upper hand - when that was oh so not the case the whole time.

He is extremely good at asking leading questions which make you believe that you're in charge of the information you are giving up but what you don't realise is that you wouldn't have given out the info in the first place if not for qTubbo just making you talk in circles until he gets what he wants.

I still remember when he was slightly interrogating Bad about the disappearance of WB11 aka Ron and Bad didn't even realise he was being cornered and giving up info, until he eventually caught himself and quickly changed the topic. That was the day Bad called Tubbo "Too smart for his own good" and he was so right

I agree with you nonnie I'm so glad with this new arc we will get to see his unhinged side more and I hope we get more interactions with fed workers soon :D

[jalwyn21]

hmmm… https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFFMee3S/

ohhhh ...

So now if you google tortured poets you only see her album ..

Edit to add video

[the-travelling-bitch]

Imagine riding bachira’s thigh😭

And after you make a mess on him he gives u a reward😳

nonnie you can’t make me this horny on a normal wednesday you absolutely can and absolutely should

first of all, imagine the thighs on this man, i’m not okay, so unwell over this ㅠㅠ

[gn!reader]

and now imagine, walking up to him sitting on your couch, legs spread and arm slung over the back rest while he watches the replay of his last game

and you know you shouldn’t disturb him but you’re just so pent up after being away from your boyfriend for so long, so you quietly slip onto his lap and tell yourself being close to him will be enough

but with the way his arms sneak around your waist and the scent of his body wash flood your senses you just can’t help but squirm around where you sit, trying to create some sort of friction against your core

“hmm, what’s this? did somebody miss me that much?” you know you’re in for it now, if bachira’s teasing tone and the mischievous glint in bright eyes is anything to go by

but much to your shock he just repositions you to sit on one of his thighs and it clicks what he wants from you; when you stare up at him to see if he means it, you’re only greeted by his grin before his eyes fix on the tv once more

it’s embarrassing, frankly, to move yourself over his thigh alone but once he shifts underneath you just a little and the fabric of his sweats drags against you, all doubt is thrown out of the window as you try to find a pace that satisfies your need

but apparently it’s not enough for bachira; he wants to see you fall apart on his muscles and you’re just not getting there fast enough; without so much as sparing you a glance, two strong hands grab at your hips and start dragging you along his thigh, pushing you down harder and making you ball his shirt in your fists “come on, baby, you want to feel good right? don’t you think it’s much better like this?”

you’re mindlessly nodding along, stuttering incoherent sentences as you fall forwards, head resting against his shoulder as you pant into the side of his neck; you can feel your orgasm approaching, your stomach twisting together in pleasure

on of his hands leaves your hip in order to toy with your most sensitive spot as he sharply bounces his leg, making a delicious shiver run up your spine as you moan freely into his ear

you’d think he’s unbothered by the show you’re putting on but the way you’re whimpering and whining so sweetly while your own thighs shake and clamp around his as you cum has his cock twitching in his sweats

so it’s really no surprise that you’re fully pulled into his lap once again after you’ve calmed down a little, golden eyes sparkling down at you as bachira bucks his hips up into you despite your sensitivity

“practice round is over, let’s see you put those skills to use~”

[beautifulsoulcollector]

[romanovthinkver]

ughhh daddy nat would def fuck your plush thighs no one can change my mind 😊

daddy nat doing a thigh job ‘cause she’s obsessed with your thighs.

she nestles her thick shaft between your plush tights squeezing just right. the cock head brushing up from the labia till the butt cheeks due her enormous length, you can feel her pre cum coating your cunt and the texture of her bulbous veins. daddy nat has one arm around your torso and the other busy to keep an hold on your ass.

she start to thrust her hips hard growling like an animal, your ass being abused on hard slaps too.

that’s what she does. her green eyes becoming darker and darker by the sound of your squelching owned cunt and your pretty little sounds as she thrust harshly and fast.

when she feels she’s about to blow, she slips her cock into your pussy, breeding you only to pull out to see her hot semen coating your abused thighs. from her lips rolls down degrading words and praising.

she slowly rocks her hips to make sure once again her semen is spread on your thighs nice and well.

she owns you and every inch of your body, your daddy can’t stop claiming you with her cock in any possible way.

[deunmiu-dessie]

you’ve done it again, but i must ask… does ahn’thu get reader her cat back? (that stayed on my mind even while getting plowed by an alien lmao)

♡♡𝆬 nonnie! my dove! hehe--- i like to believe he does. ahn'thu is quite literally wrapped around your finger whether you believe it or not. the two of you stay in the clearing for a week or so and when ahn'thu tells you it's time to leave, you have to throw a fit. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

"we need to go back and get mr. cuddles. i'm not leaving earth without him." ˙◠˙

ahn'thu expresses his agitation through trills as you turn away from him, crossing your arms and pouting with puffed cheeks.

despite your attempt to give him the silent treatment, it doesn't have the desired effect. ♡

it's only when you stop eating that he finally gives in, understanding the depth of your attachment to your beloved cat. (it's easy to find mr. cuddles as he's splayed out on your destroyed couch.)

and you're absolutely ecstatic, jumping into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest when he comes back to the ship with your black and white tabby cat. ˙ᵕ˙

you're undeterred by his claims of finding the cat annoying, and his cute little grumbles as you kiss all over his face. ( he loves it )

especially when mr. cuddles curls up in ahn'thu's arms, purring in contentment.

[bobardo]

Something with dumbification, please!! Anything from the smut starters would be amazing

oooh ok coming right up! kinda made my own prompt/au for this so hope u like nonnie <333

wc: 1.6k

cw: smut. minors dni. 18+. alcohol consumption. d/s dynamics. oral (m receiving). dacryphilia. degradation&dumbification kink. pet name bunny. pls lmk if i missed anything!!

Y/N never thought she'd find herself intertwined with the likes of a biker gang.

They say love makes people do crazy things, though.

"C'mere, Bunny!" Bucky shouts over the commotion swirling through his house, cold neck of a beer bottle clutched in his large, tattooed hand. She glances at him from her spot by the television, where she'd been conversing with the other girlfriends' and female members. Though, suddenly their once riveting topic of conversation is no longer interesting to her.

She knuckles out of her position sat between Peggy, Steve's girl, and Natasha, another member, on the couch with a half-hearted mumble of departure—a departure met with hootin' and hollerin' from her girls', cheering her on in her rousing endeavors. She throws them a desperate look over her shoulder, something that surely reads as please, shut the hell up. They snicker amongst themselves, but otherwise leave her be.

The excitement running through Y/N's body—butterflies with flower petals for wings, fluttering—blooming—soft in her stomach, strays squeezing their way into her throat, stuttering her words—is solely a product of the man beckoning her. She's practically skipping over to his place by the pool table, cue clasped in the hand not holding his beer.

Her enthusiasm is decidedly muted, no less—forcibly subdued—when her approach comes to stop in front of him, hands cradled behind her back, lashes fluttering with her demure gaze peering up at him from underneath. She bites her lip to suppress a giddy smile.

"Hi, Bucky," she mumbles to him as his fist—fingers still clutching the neck of the bottle—moves to her waist, along the side, up to the expanse of her back over her cherry red, tight blouses, through the space between her arms and arching back. He tugs her into him, making her stumble over her feet—legs like Bambi's, just like her eyes, button nose, and pretty, sweet lips—and fall into his chest. Her fingers unfurl from behind her back to swing in front and grip at his pecs, steadying herself there.

He smiles down at her, fond, "Hi, Bunny."

They're pulled from their little bubble when a hand shoves into Bucky's broad shoulder.

"C'mon, Dude, y'brought her over here to help us, not eye-fuck 'er in front of everyone," his pool partner, Sam, groans exasperatedly, though her throws Y/N a sly wink over Bucky's shoulder. She smiles, and shakes her head at his pointless antics.

Bucky sets his drink, harder than necessary, on the ledge of the pool table. Starts to turn, with this ridged, irate look in his eye that has Y/N bringing her hands up to keep his shifting shoulders facing her, not keen to wipe blood from his knuckles.

"He's teasin'," she whispers to him, right hand sliding up the thick of his neck, to his ticked jaw to cradle, thumb soothing over his chiseled cheek. He barely flits his gaze to her's before he's trying to spin out of her hold again��iron-clad, surprisingly, for someone so Bambi-like.

"He's fuckin'—"

"Teasin'," she says again, firmer this time. She brings his eyes back to her's, "What'd you need me for?" Bucky looks at her with that same indignant spark, merely dulled, and his shoulders sag with defeat.

"What was it y'was tellin' me 'bout the other day, the law of— 'f inflection?"

Y/N snorts, smile curling at the edges of her lips, but she can't help the flutter in her heart at his words. He'd been listening, remebered even—incorrectly, but, it's the thought that counts—what she was talking about when she'd been prattling on and on, mindlessly, about her latest physics assignment.

"The Law of Reflection?" She mutters up to him. He nods cartoonishly, and her smile widens. She reaches for his pool cue, "May I?"

He offers her the cue and then lifts his hands in surrender, smirk hinting at his mouth. "S'all yours, Bunny."

She takes the cue and turns on her heel to face the pool table, unfazed by the many eyes surrounding her, watching the game between Sam and Bucky, and Steve and Tony unfold.

"The Law of Reflection states that when light reflects off a smooth surface, the angle of reflection is equal to the angle of incidence," she assesses the position of each pool ball still sat on the table. "Stripes?" she mutters to her biker, getting a rumbling grunt in response. She nods, and bends to lean against the table, lining the cue up with a ball. "In other words, if you hit the ball into the ledge at a 60 degree angle—" she shuts one eyelid, focuses on the projection in her mind, mumbles just loud enough for those around her to hear, "—it should bounce back off at the same angle," and gives the ball a sure nudge. It rolls into the side of the pool table at said 60 degree angle, and bounces off the exact same way, opposite direction, directly into the middle left pocket. She smiles to herself, and stands to her full height, "Simple."

It was most certainly not simple, if the confounded looks gracing the faces of every biker listening to her mini lesson is anything to go off of. She only cares about one biker, though, and turns to face him immediately after finishing her presentation.

"Y'get it?" she chirps, going where Bucky guides her as he wraps his arm back around her waist, pulling the pool cue from her hand.

"Yeah, Bun, I got it," he smiles at her, pressing a kiss into her temple. He doesn't get it, but he knows if he drags her over here next week to do it all again, she'd explain it with that same pretty smile on her face. "Smart girl, is that what them fancy college courses been teachin' you?"

She smiles sheepishly, nods.

He drops his head down to her height, lips to the shell of her ear. "Tryna make me look stupid n'front 'f my boys?"

The deepness of the infliction of his tone—something reserved for her, dark and in need a satiating, raw and searching for a place to reside, a cave of refuge, a hole—heightens her senses and makes them all fuzzy in the same moment.

Her lashes flutter, eyelids suddenly heavy.

"N— No, Bucky! Never."

"Hmm," he hums, dismissive. The hand pressed to the small of her back slips lower, down to the swell of her plush ass, gripping, squeezing. "You'll jus' have't make it up t'me later, won't you, Bunny?" He knocks his knuckle under her chin, pool cue shifted as far from her face as possible, to make her look at him.

She nods, eyes flitting down to his soft lips. "Yes, Sir."

He pats her bottom twice, "Good girl, now go back there to y'girl's, Bunny, and sit pretty f'me."

——

On her knees, hands folded behind her back, with his cock shoved down her throat, is how she makes it up to him.

"Tell me, Bunny," he grunts, fingers dug into her scalp, dragging her mouth along his tongue, spit-slicked lips sucking, spit-soaked tongue petting, laving against the girth of his shaft, stretching the corners of her mouth, straining.

"Hmph hmm," she noises, eyes wet and lashes clumpy. He yanks her off with a stinging tug to her hair. Webs of drool cling from her mouth to the length of his cock as she pants, hiccoughs short breaths and claws into the flesh of her forearms. "Don' 'member, Sir," she whines, reaching to slip his cock back between her lips. He keeps her off by his grip in her hair, smirks all mean like when the tears bordering her lash line leak down to her rosy cheeks.

"Don' remember?" he croons, pressing a thumb past her parted lips. "C'mon, Bunny, think f'me—what happened to my smart girl?" She whimpers, melting into his hold, allowing him to move her—control her, like a puppeteer, fingers tangled in strings, steering their toy.

"Can't!" She cries after a brief moment of thought.

"Yes, you can," he groans, pulling her sweet, crying face into his cock, hips canting up to smear her pouting lips over the swollen, ruddy tip. "Tell me, Bun, tell me what y'been learnin' in all those fancy classes a'yours."

Her eyes roll back and her lashes flutter, tongue unfurling from her mouth, lapping at his hard cock. He moves a hand down to smack her cheek, not soft but not hard, just enough to bring her back.

"Fuckin' tell me, Bunny."

"Don' know!" she whines, lips downturned in a frown. "S'too hard, Sir, I don' know, can'— I can't—"

"Shh, shh shh," Bucky hushes her, reaffirming his grip in her scalp with one hand and fitting his other one to the curve of her jaw, bringing her back down on his cock, tip forced between her blubbering lips. He watches as the thick length of him disappears inside her soft, hot little mouth, groans long and low and deep as he sinks into her throat, head tossed back and Adam's apple bobbing as her button nose nuzzles into the sparse trail of hair at his navel. "Dumb Bunny," he mumbles sweetly as his head rolls forward, eyes fluttering to his smart, cockdrunk girl on her knees for him. "Little, useless thing, only good f'takin' m'cock in all y'tight holes, yeah?"

She gurgles something incoherent against him—mouth drooling, leaking over him, pooling at his full balls—that has his hips stuttering, cock forced farther (if that's even possible) down her throat while he moans from the vibrations of it, rocking through him, from the tip of his cock to the tips of his toes.

"Shit!" he curses, chest starting to shake with a soft laugh. "S'a good girl; forget y'fancy homework but y'always r'member how't suck m'cock, don'chu Baby?"

She nods from under his oppressing grasp on her hair.

He snorts, "Yeah, my dumb fuckin' bunny."

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a/n: bang! bang! slumber party continues!! hope u like :))

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[justformula1]

I'd love to hear other peoples thoughts on this little theory of mine. Speculation ran rampant after Horner left Williams hospitality that he might be wanting to poach Franco. But what if, considering the latest breaking news, he was there to poach Carlos instead and not to replace Checo, but Max? The Max-Carlos team up would be great, but unrealistic. But if Max were to retire, Red Bull wouldn't have anyone left that's able to carry the A-team like he has done. And the only somewhat viable option is Carlos, who's talented, young, and stable enough to be worth the investment. Plus, I remember Vowles stating just after they announced the Carlos to Williams move, that they wouldn't hold him back if a more prestigious chance opened up. Idk, I could be barking up a nonexistent tree for all I know, but somehow, this makes sense...

Imo I don’t think Carlos will go back to red bull and that Horner went there for Franco but weirder things have happened in F1

And as for Max retiring you never know, look at Rosberg, but he is still enjoying F1 so for now I think he is content

[mikaikaika]

Creations last slightly glitchy conversation with sunny genuinely had me tearing up. There's something so sad about an entity that only understands itself in terms of its purpose as a tool and yet can't help but love anyway. Like protecting sunny is his purpose but he would choose to do it too.

Like we see it in the way he seems so curious about the world around him poking about and imitating what others do but he always ends off his exploration by dubbing whatever he was looking at okay or unimportant and going back to his task. He's built to serve a purpose - or at least that's how he sees it - but he has a real sense of life about him.

In his last moments he's telling sunny how to bury him to make sure his mission is completed successfully but he still, with 1% battery left, needs to tell her how loved she is. It's like the humanity comes bursting out of him for lack of better terminology.

Anon THIS. Just all of this. Like your message truly made me tear up.

How even in his last dying breaths - for the lack of a better word - all Creation could had in his mind was his purpose to cater to the eggs.

This is a big reason Creation's end parallels the end of Mars Rover Opportunity for me. Both of them in their last moments questioned if they have aplty served their purpose and reached out in ways that could surely be considered human. A reminder that even a bunch of wires and circuits can carry the spirit of human exploration and love has a way of being displayed in mysterious ways and unexpected places. Its last act wasn't a shutdown; it was a metaphorical embrace to the very child he aimed to protect.

There were so many emotions we could say Creation unknowingly reflected in his last moments like fear, vulnerablity, hope but the one that shined most at the end of the day was truly love <3

[jalwyn21]

Another day, another bunch of psycho swifters threatening to kill Joe .. It's almost July 2024... When are the deranged lunatics gonna move on from him ?