#he was ok if we were ok. what was going on in his head. he said some ive just been with my buddies and family and havent been on my phone

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

helloooo

can I request reader being an avenger and pregnant with bucky's baby and he has to deliver his own baby after reader went into early labor during a mission ?

absolutely love your work thanksss

Precious Little Miracle » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Wife/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You go into labor during a mission and Bucky delivers yours and his baby.

Warnings: Fluff, language, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, childbirth, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: Thank you @buck-star for helping me come up with ideas for this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Ever since you found out you were pregnant, you wanted to get as much work done as you can before the baby comes. Now, you’re in your eighth month of your pregnancy. You’re surprised that you’re still able to go on mission. Bucky, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck every time you go on a mission in your delicate condition. You swear he ages 10 years every mission you go on. You’re able to get the job done though.

“Doll, please be careful.” Bucky says.

“I am being careful, James.” You say.

You threw one last punch at the target, knocking him out. You stood there for a moment to catch your breath. You put your hands on your pregnant belly like any pregnant woman would do.

“Are you ok, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“Other than my feet hurting, I feel great.” You say.

“We’re going to the safe house.” He says.

“Babe, I’m fine.” You say.

“Doll, please don’t argue with me.” He pleads softly.

You didn’t want to argue with him so you gave in. Bucky informed the Steve that you two are going back to the safe house. In a way, you’re glad to be going back to the safe house. You just want to relax and get off your feet. When you and Bucky got to the safe house, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

“Always such a gentleman.” You smiled.

“Only for you, doll face.” Bucky playfully winks.

You walked inside the safe house with Bucky following behind you. You kicked off your combat boots and went to the living room to relax.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky asks.

“Of course, Buck.” You replied.

“How come you didn’t stop going on mission when we found out you’re pregnant?” He asks.

“I just wanted to get as much work done as I can before the baby comes.” You answered.

“I understand that, doll, but you really need to be careful. I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t want to experience that.” He says.

“Baby, you’re not-” You gasped when you felt a gush in between your legs.

“Babydoll, what’s wrong?” He asks softly.

You looked down at the floor, quickly realizing that your water broke. Bucky followed your gaze to the floor. His eyes went wide.

“Did your just water break?” Bucky asks.

“Either that or I peed myself.” You say.

You grabbed onto Bucky’s vibranium arm and cried out when you felt a contraction.

“Doll, I’m pretty sure you’re in labor.” He says.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s early. She’s not due for another few weeks.” You say, your eyes filling with tears.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back to help keep you calm.

“Everything is going to be ok, doll.” He says softly.

“No it’s not.” You whimpered.

“Babydoll, look at me.” He whispers.

You look up at your husband with teary eyes.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have to try to stay calm and remember your breathing, ok?” He almost whispers.

You nodded. Bucky pecks your lips softly. He then guided you to the couch. You sat down on the couch. So did Bucky. You made sure to remember your breathing like Bucky said.

“Bucky?” You almost whispered.

“Yes, doll? What is it?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m scared.” You tell him.

“So am I.” He whispers.

You whimpered when you felt another contraction. You squeezed Bucky’s hand. You inhaled and exhaled. You were able to relax when it passed.

“You’re doing great, doll.” Bucky praises softly. “Just keep breathing.” He says softly.

Bucky went to stand up to get his phone to call your doctor to let her know you’re in labor and to inform the team about what’s going on, but you grabbed his arm tightly to prevent him from doing that.

“Please don’t leave me.” You begged.

“I’m not going anywhere, babydoll.” He assures you softly. “I’m just going to get my phone to call your doctor to tell her that you’re in labor and I’m going to inform the team of what’s going on.” He tells you.

You stared at your husband for a few seconds before allowing him to get his phone. Bucky pecked your lips softly before doing so. He called your doctor and informed the team.

“Bucky!” You whimpered when you felt another contraction.

Bucky quickly said goodbye to who he was on the phone with and ran back to the living room.

“I’m here, doll. It’s ok.” Bucky almost whispers.

“No it’s not. Nothing about this is ok. The closest hospital is a couple hours away and I’m scared that I’m going to have our baby in this safe house.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s going to be ok, babydoll. Wanna know how I know that?” He asks.

You sniffled and nodded.

“You’re the bravest woman I ever met. You never back down from a fight. That’s two things I love about you. That’s also part of the reason why I married you.” He says softly.

“You always know what to say in scary situations.” You say with a smile.

“Isn’t that the reason why you married me?” He asks with a smile.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky leans down to kiss you sweetly and passionately. You pulled away when you felt a contraction, but also, something didn’t feel right.

“Something doesn’t feel right.” You say in a shaky voice.

“What do you mean something doesn’t feel right?” Bucky asks.

“I-I-I don’t know. What if something is wrong?” You asked.

“Don’t think like that, doll. Try to stay calm and I’ll call your doctor again.” He says softly.

You nodded. Bucky called your doctor again and told her that you said something doesn’t feel right. You maintained your breathing with he was on the phone. On the inside, Bucky was freaking out. On the outside, he was trying his best to hold it together for you.

“What did she say?” You asked as he hung up the phone.

“She said I have to check you down there.” Bucky says as calmly as possible.

Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped when he said that. Your breathing became uneven too.

“Doll, breathe. Everything is going to be fine.” He says softly.

Bucky helped you get your breathing under control. Then he went to find towels just in case he has to do what your doctor told him to do, which is deliver yours and his daughter since you two are in a safe house that’s almost in the middle of nowhere. He came back to the living room with towels. You knew why he had the towels.

“Do you trust me, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“You know I do, baby.” You say.

“You know what I have to do, right?” He says.

You nodded and whimpered. It wasn’t a whimper of pain this time. It was a scared whimper.

You took a deep breath before lifting your hips so Bucky could take off your tactical pants and your panties. He sat down on the coffee table and moved your legs apart. His eyes went wide at what he saw.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I see her head.” Bucky says.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t realize you were that far along in labor.

“No.” You say out of fear.

“It’s going to be ok. I’m not going to let anything happen to you and our baby girl.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

Bucky leans up and kisses your lips softly.

“I got you and our daughter, ok?” He whispers.

“Ok.” You whispered back.

“Let’s meet our daughter.” He smiles.

You smiled back. You took a couple deep breaths before pushing. It hurt. The only thing getting you through it was your husband showering you in praises. You felt relief wash over you when you heard your daughter crying.

“Is she ok?” You asked, panting.

“She’s perfect.” Bucky almost whispers, not taking his eyes off yours and his precious little miracle.

Bucky wrapped yours and his daughter up in a towel and handed her to you. Both of you smiled down at yours and his little girl.

Not too long after that, you went to the hospital to make sure everything is ok with you and the baby. Everything is fine with both of you. You ended up falling asleep for a while. You then woke up to Bucky talking to yours and his daughter. You smiled at your two favorite people. Bucky looks over at you and smiles.

“Mama’s awake.” Bucky coos at yours and his daughter.

Bucky carefully stood up with yours and his daughter in his arms and walked over to the hospital bed you’re laying in. You moved over just enough for Bucky to sit down next to you. He carefully put her in your arms. As you gazed at your daughter, you couldn’t help but get emotional.

“Hey, what’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I can’t believe our precious little miracle is here.” You say softly.

“Me neither.” He whispers.

“Our precious little miracle needs a name.” You say.

You and Bucky have brainstormed names for yours and his baby girl, but haven’t agreed on a name both of you like.

“Oh. Umm-” Bucky thought for a moment.

“Do you want to hear the name I came up with?” You asked, looking up at your husband.

“Yes.” He nods.

“Rebecca Stevie Barnes.” You tell him.

Bucky knew he wanted to name yours and his baby after his best friend, no matter if you were having a boy or a girl. He thought it would work either way, which in this case, it does. Also, he didn’t know that you wanted to name yours and his daughter after his sister.

“You- You want to name her after my sister and Steve?” Bucky asks, his eyes tearing up.

“Only if you’re ok with it.” You say.

“I’m more than ok with it. I want nothing more than to name our daughter after my sister and my best friend.” He says.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss your husband passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, baby.” You whispered back.

“And we love you too, our precious little miracle.” He whispers to yours and his daughter as she grabs onto his finger.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[holorform2009]

รคשє

"Nice coat by the way" You said as you eyed the black fur, resisting the urge to touch it. "Thanks for the compliment, lil' bunny" he pulled out a lighter and a single cigarette from his pocket, and begin smoking.

Your attention was now drawn on the lighter and cigarettes as if you have never seen it before, like it was foreign to you. Curious, you asked him a question "Hey, what's that?" You tilt your head slightly. "Tis? Oh nothin' 'S just a cigarettes" he replied as he huffed the smoke out.

"Woah.. cool" your eyes sparkled at the sight of smoke forming a ring. "How did you that?"

"Magic" he chuckled and ruffled your hair making it a bit messy, and that triggered you. "Hey!" You pouted and combed your hair with your fingers as he laughed at your reaction. "Not funny.." you frowned.

Before he can mess with your hair again, a blood curling screamed echoed resulting you to stiffen. "Oh..." You muttered under your breath. "I... I.. Think we should move, I don't want the killer to find us here.." your voice slowly turning into a whisper, the scream made you scared and completely forgot that you are in a round, a game. "Don' worry lil bunny, I won't leave ya alone." He stood up and brush off some dirt on his pants. He held out his hand at you, you looked up at him and your smaller hand grasp onto his large one.

"We should go that way.." you pointed and begin to walk with him along side you.

It's been a minute and you don't know where the others are, the killer definitely murdered them.

Now, to Mafiaso's point of view, when he found you hiding there he wasn't expecting a child to be here. Let's just say he was shocked, but he hid it well with his smug face.

He already knew it was his henchmen were the culprit of murdering the survivors (expect you) he wondered how long will he keep his act of pretending to be a survivor.

Now back to you. "Where are they—"

"KID GET AWAY FROM THE KILLER!"

"HUH!? Where?!—" Panic, your head frantically looked everywhere and then looked at the person who yelled at you. To your surprise, it was a guy with a shade and a fedora hat like your companion has on his head– who is now pointing his gun at your friend.

When he pulled the trigger, nothing happens. Just a sound of clicking.

And then there was silence.

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

Safe to say, it was embarrassing. Very very embarrassing...

Suddenly. You felt something on your head was heavy and when your hand reached it, it was a hat. He tilt the hat down to cover your eyes and spoke. "Now listen closely 'n listen well, run as far ya can and go hide behind a wall. When you hear somethin', ignore it." He said as he glared at chance who looked back at him. Mouthing at the killer 'what are you doing?'

"Understood?" He finished, patting your back and slightly pushed your small body, creating a distance between the two man.

"Ah.. ok"

You step back and begin to run away from the two, and did what he told you. Once you were out of sight, Chance spoke while taking a step back. "Leave that kid alone, Mafiaso. They didn't do anything wrong!"

"I'm no monster, Chance. Now back to business..." He tilted his head and smiled as he cracked his knuckles. Chance wasted no time and started running away while flipping his coin. Their chase began, he throws a bunny at Chance hitting him at the back of his head. Knocking him unconscious.

"I love knocking out teeth."

[hivemuthur]

I’ve had a thought. You believe Viktor to be Experienced, right? What would his first time have looked like? This could be a request if you wanna write a one shot. Or just like share your thoughts. I’d be intrigued to see what you come up with if you wrote it out tho 🤔

You do like to throw me curveballs (I love that, thank you). Here is some virgin!Viktor take, he's not exactly super freaky but take it as the origin of Freaktor :')

Humble as I Go

viktorxfem!reader explicit! first time, a bit awkward, a bit sweet. Both Viktor and Reader are virgins! There is no specified age for the sake of legalities, but you can imagine them both young.

word count: 3,8K

author’s note: ok, so I've seen some angry post about condemnation of virgins through HC-ing Viktor as a non-virgin, and what I'm saying here is that I disagree with his infantilization in most virgin!Viktor fics. I was a late bloomer so I am literally nobody to tell people when it's cool to start having sex, it's absolutely irrelevant to your maturity. But having him unable to add 2+2 or being completely oblivious to sex in his 30s IS ableist. For the most part, disabled people know their bodies pretty well because they have to, and I can imagine Viktor being pretty well-read as well, him being curious about life. So no, it's not a punch toward people who didn't have sex yet, it's a punch toward those who see a disabled guy and think 'let's make him pathetic.' @rennethen beta read, thank you as usual! Happy (sort of) Freakday :')

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Viktor stares at his thighs intently, grateful for a moment to regroup. The fabric around the knees is bulging and thinned out, threads threatening to pull—if not today, then tomorrow, or the day after. It’s also slightly damp, soft beneath his fingers where he’s wiped his sweaty palms while waiting for you to come back from the bathroom.

He’s afraid to get up from where you sat him on the bed—he’d slipped in the puddle that gathered on the pavement in The Fissures on your way home, after you’d muttered that your parents were away. And your house is nice. It’s warm and cozy. It’s full of love, with plenty of things that don’t match finding a place beside one another. A wet stain from his ass on your bedsheets wouldn’t bode well for what you’re both so excited for—and frightened of—all the same.

The door creaks, and then your head peeks out. A ghost of a smile lingers on your mouth, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear—and Viktor, oh, he can’t help but smile too. He actually laughs, breathy, nervous and quiet, but welcomes the weight of you settling beside him on the edge of the bed, as if your presence alone repels every doubt.

You don’t say anything at first. Just lean into his side, shoulder brushing his, your palm resting between you. His fingers twitch beneath it. “You okay?” you ask eventually, soft.

Viktor nods once. Then again, slower. “I think so.” A beat. “My hands are sweaty.”

You smile into your knees, arms looping around them. “Mine too.”

That gets a laugh out of both of you, hushed and crackling with nerves. You untangle your limbs first and stretch one leg over the edge of the bed, your knee knocking gently into his. His trousers shift as he moves to look at you more fully, and the suspenders tug awkwardly with the motion.

“I like these,” you say, your finger sliding under one of the straps and letting it snap back lightly against his chest.

“They’re necessary,” he replies. “My trousers are too big. They used to be my father’s.”

You hum like that makes perfect sense, which it does. His whole frame still has the look of someone who hasn’t quite finished growing into himself—elbows and knees a bit too sharp, shoulders a little unsure of their breadth. You reach out and brush his hair back from his forehead, and this time he doesn’t flinch, just watches you with wide, liquid eyes.

“I keep thinking I’ll mess this up somehow,” you admit, quiet.

“You won’t,” he says quickly. “Even if we do it all wrong, it’s still with you.”

That makes your throat ache. You kiss him—small and soft, mouths barely moving, just the warmth of it. When you pull back, Viktor’s eyes are closed, but he’s smiling. Your hands drift to the buttons of his shirt, but hesitate, hovering. “May I?”

He nods. “Yes. Please.”

You undo them slowly. One, then another. His skin is pale where it’s usually hidden, collarbones delicate, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. When you glance up, his eyes are open again, fixed on your face like you’re the most intricate, important thing he’s ever seen.

His hands fumble next, trying to return the favour, but they shake a little and get caught in the hem of your sweater. You both laugh again, leaning forehead to forehead, nerves zinging in the air between you like lightning trapped in glass.

“Wait,” he says, reaching down awkwardly, and peels off his socks like they’ve betrayed him. “I don’t want to wear these for this.”

“They’re not that bad,” you say, but you’re already tugging off your own to match. “There. Even.”

The grin he gives you is crooked and overwhelmed, but he’s glowing with it. There’s no hurry, not really. Just a shared understanding that you’re moving toward something neither of you has ever done, and yet it feels inevitable in the best way.

Your hands find his suspenders and slide them down the slope of his shoulders. The tension in the elastic gives a soft snap, and he flinches, then laughs under his breath. He looks smaller without them, somehow—softer. Less held together.

His trousers sit loose on his hips now, waistband gaping far away from skin and it looks like a second Viktor could fit in them easily. When your fingers find the button, he nods, barely a breath. You undo it, and the fabric slides down, pooling around his ankles with a sigh. You both blink at the sound, then laugh again, quietly—he shrugs, self-conscious.

“See?” he mutters.

“Thank gods for those, huh?” you say, pulling at one of the suspender straps, and Viktor chuckles, air leaving his nose loudly as if he was holding it until now.

You guide him out of the trousers, then pause, eyeing the brace along his leg. “Would you like to—?”

He follows your gaze, then nods, sitting back to unbuckle the straps. “It’s easier like this,” he murmurs, focused on the clasps. “I don’t usually take it off unless I have to.”

“You don’t have to,” you say gently.

“I want to.” His voice is soft, but certain.

You watch as he undoes the last strap and lifts the brace carefully aside. Without it, his leg looks thinner, a little tense—but you only touch his knee, light and reassuring, and his shoulders drop. You lean in to kiss his cheek, and he smiles, just barely.

Then you reach for the hem of his shirt, and he lifts his arms to let you pull it off. It takes a moment to work it over his head—his hair sticks up after, and you smooth it back without thinking. He’s left in his undershirt, but the skin you can see is pale in the light, slender and unevenly freckled. When you run your palms down his arms, he inhales sharply, but doesn’t stop you.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur, and he ducks his head like he doesn’t believe it, but his smile flickers small and bright.

“You’re not supposed to say that first,” he says. “I was going to say it.”

“You still can.”

He does. Quietly, but steady. “You’re beautiful.”

Then he touches your wrist, tentative, and waits. You nod.

He starts with your sweater, careful with the buttons even though his hands are shaking. You help him with the last one, and then the shirt beneath. His knuckles brush your ribs as he works the fabric off your shoulders. His gaze lingers—not just on your chest, but on all of you, awed.

His fingers trace the waistband of your trousers next, and he looks up again. “Alright?” he asks.

You hum an answer, too full to speak. The zip comes down smoothly. He tugs, slow and a little awkward, and you lift your hips so the fabric can slide off easier. When he gets them halfway down your legs, he stills for a second. Watching your thighs, your knees, your bare skin, as if it’s something rare and precious.

When he finally gets them off, you’re both just… there. Sitting in your underwear, knees bumping, hearts thudding so hard it’s almost funny. You reach for the duvet, tugging it over both of you. Not to hide—just to be close. Wrapped together in the warmth of this.

And then, when you’re ready, you reach again. Gentle. Curious.

“Hi,” you say, and smile.

“Hi,” he echoes, and his gaze never leaves yours.

The covers rest around your hips, pooling softly between you. Viktor’s knees knock against yours again, faint and accidental. Or maybe not. Your fingers graze his, and he turns his palm up, opening it for you.

“I’ve never done this before,” you admit, voice hushed. “Obviously.”

“Me neither.” He huffs a laugh, awkward and fond. “You can probably tell.”

You nudge your shoulder into his. “It’s okay. I think… I’d be scared with anyone else.”

His eyes flicker down, then back up, bright and unblinking. “You’re not scared now?”

You shake your head. “Not with you.”

He exhales like that means the world. Slowly, carefully, he brings a hand to your cheek, thumb barely brushing the skin. “Can I kiss you again?”

You nod, may times, and this kiss is different—shy at first, but it lingers, warmer, his mouth parting when yours does. His hand slides behind your neck. Yours settle over his ribs, thin beneath your palms. The duvet shifts with your closeness, and you both feel it: your bodies pressed together, clothed in breath and nerves.

It changes then—from careful lips to Viktor’s mouth opening a little more, and yours following. The world narrows to the slick, tentative press of tongues. It’s warm, unfamiliar, and clumsy in a way that makes you both stifle little laughs between kisses. His breath tastes like mint and you’re curious when he’s managed to refresh. Yours is all heat. A soft sound slips out of him when you suck gently on his lower lip, and he mirrors it, hesitant but eager.

The sounds are quiet, wet, a shared secret. A rhythm begins to build—just earnest, as if you're both learning at the same pace. His hand slides from the back of your neck to your waist, pulling you in, every touch like a plea for permission. You tip, gently, and both of you laugh as you fall sideways, mouths still pressed together.

Viktor braces himself on one elbow, looking down at you. His curls are a mess. His chest rises and falls in quick little stutters, and your fingers find the hem of his undershirt, then slip beneath. His skin is warm, smooth, and he twitches when you drag your hand along his ribs.

Your legs shift, one sliding against his. The covers slip lower. His free hand trails up your side. Hesitant, at first, but when he finds the curve of your breast and cups it, you gasp—soft and startled and entirely involuntary.

He freezes, then breathes, and you watch his throat move as he murmurs, “I like that sound.”

“Well,” you blush and swallow loudly. “I liked… that.”

His thumb brushes over your nipple through the thin fabric, and the breath that leaves you this time is closer to a moan. His eyes flick to your mouth and linger. Then, shyly, he bends to kiss you again.

You let your fingers drift lower, and wrap them around the hem of his undershirt. He breaks the kiss with a gasp, and lifts his arms in wordless permission. The fabric peels away easily, and when it's off, you pause to look—Viktor’s chest is narrow, ribs visible under pale skin. One of your hands grazes his sternum, and he makes a small, helpless sound in response.

“You’re…” you begin, but it gets lost in a breath. “Beautiful.” His ears go red, and he lowers his head, but he’s smiling.

He mirrors your movement, fingertips brushing the strap of your bra, a question in his eyes. You nod, and reach back to unhook it yourself. When it slips off, Viktor stares like he’s been handed something sacred. His hands hover before he rests one gently against your side, the other cupping you carefully. The sensation makes you shiver, and when his thumb brushes your nipple again—skin to skin this time—you bite your lip.

You tug him back in for a kiss, and while your mouths meet, you shift your hips just enough for your knickers to slide down. You shimmy them off beneath the covers, kicking them away with your toes. He notices. His eyes widen.

“You too,” you whisper, smiling, and he lets out a quiet, nervous laugh.

He pushes his briefs down with both hands, wriggling a little to get them past his hips. They’re snug, but they come off, down to his toes where they tangle, and he has to kick them off. Again, you both let out breathy laughs, pressed forehead to forehead. Now there’s nothing between you. Only skin and heat and everything unknown.

Your palm traces the curve of his shoulder, gliding down his chest, where his heart beats like a second one between you. He mirrors the path, fingers grazing your hip, then your waist, learning you in slow lines and soft breaths. And then, lower.

You hold each other’s gaze when his fingers slip down, brushing through the heat between your legs. The first touch is feather-light, but it makes you tense around the sound it nearly draws from you. His jaw clenches; he swallows, focusing, adjusting, trying again—gentler, more measured.

Your hand finds him in the same moment, wrapping around him with instinct more than knowledge. The sharp breath he lets out doesn’t sound like anything you’ve heard from him before. His hand pauses. He blinks fast, lips parted, stunned by the way your touch makes him falter.

“I—I didn’t know it would feel like that,” he says quietly, wonder bleeding into each word. Your thumb brushes over him and his hips jump. His forehead touches yours, and he whispers, "I might not last that long."

“I don’t mind,” you confess, breath caught.

You’re both still breathing each other in when Viktor shifts, propped on one elbow, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and hesitant eyes. “I… I’ve been reading,” he says, and his voice is so small you almost miss it.

You blink at him, trying not to smile. “Reading?”

He nods. “About this. About how—it might hurt. For you.”

The smile breaks through anyway, teasing, gentle. “Were there diagrams or something?”

The tips of his ears go crimson. “Maybe.”

You laugh under your breath, and it seems to give him courage. His gaze flickers across your face. “Will you let me try something?”

You nod, already breathless at the tenderness in his voice. “Yes.”

His hand glides down your belly, careful and warm, until he’s cupping you again. You’re already soft and slick, the trust between you easing the way, and when the tip of his finger begins to press inside, your body welcomes him with a gasp.

“You’re…” he murmurs, eyes wide in awe. “You’re so soft.”

His voice makes your toes curl. He moves slowly, watching your face the entire time, his brows drawing together in concentration as he slips in deeper, then adds another finger, and you arch at the stretch.

Your hand tightens instinctively around his cock—still warm and heavy in your palm—and the reaction is immediate. Viktor gasps, hips twitching toward you, and then he whimpers, “I beg you, don’t distract me.”

You giggle, trying to find your composure. “Forgive my manners,” you manage, mock-polite, but your voice cracks as his fingers curl just so. “Oh—”

His expression softens into something closer to wonder. “Is that alright?”

You nod, panting. “Yeah. Better than alright.”

“Good,” he says, with so much focus it almost makes you laugh again—if you weren’t so full of feeling. “You’re doing so well.”

“You too,” you whisper, and you mean it. Every moment is something you didn’t know you’d treasure. Every breath from him, every careful touch, feels like something precious.

Viktor’s fingers move again, slowly, curling as if he’s trying to memorise you by feel alone. Your hips twitch, and your head falls back against the pillow, lips parted. It isn’t overwhelming, not yet—but it’s building. Warming. Like a fire catching at the edges.

“I like how you feel,” he says suddenly, shyly, as though he’s admitting something shameful. “Inside. Around me.” Your throat tightens. There’s something about his voice—equal parts reverent and surprised, like he can’t believe you’re letting him do this.

“You can—keep going,” you breathe. “It feels really good.”

His lips brush the ball of your shoulder. “Tell me if it stops feeling good. Please.”

“I will.” You smile, lifting your hand to brush his fringe aside, fingers sweeping through soft hair. “You’re already being perfect.”

That makes him fluster, his fingers faltering for just a moment before resuming. He adds a tiny twist to the motion, and the sound that leaves you is unguarded. “Viktor—”

“I like that sound too,” he says, grinning, and then ducks his head to hide it against your shoulder.

You both giggle quietly, your bodies trembling with nerves and affection and something deeper that you’re only beginning to name. Then, he kisses your neck. “Can I try something else?”

You hum and nod, nearly absent and his thumb shifts to stroke you in slow, tentative circles while his fingers stay deep, coaxing the pleasure higher. You cling to his shoulders, skin hot under your palms. It feels good—careful, considered. It’s not polished or practised, but it’s full of kindness, full of him.

And when your hips roll up without thinking, chasing the rhythm, Viktor breathes a shaky “Yes,” into the hollow beneath your ear, like your response gives him permission to keep going. You feel yourself starting to tighten around him, fluttering.

“Gods,” you whisper. “You’re so good.”

“You too,” he says, kissing your cheek, breath ragged now. “You feel… you feel amazing.” His hand has you, fingers deep, careful, as his thumb circles around you slowly. You can feel yourself tipping—your legs tense, your thighs pressing closer around his palm. It's all so much: the warmth of his body against yours, the way he keeps watching your face like he’s afraid to miss even a flicker of feeling.

Your breath catches. “Viktor—”

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Let go if you want to.”

One permission is enough for you, and with a soft gasp, you do let go. It rolls through you slowly at first—warmth blooming outward, your muscles clenching around his fingers as your hips jerk. Your breath forms a sound that might be a moan, might be his name. He holds still inside you, except for the slow strokes of his thumb, drawing it out, waiting until your body begins to tremble and soften again. Only then does he carefully slip his hand free.

You’re blinking up at him through the haze, breathless, glowing from within. “You—”

“Did I hurt you?” His brow is furrowed. “Was that alright?”

“It was—” You laugh, dazed. “It was incredible. I think I forgot my name.”

He blushes, his chest rising and falling with shallow breath. You pull him closer, pressing your mouth to his, lazy and grateful. When your hand finds him again, he shudders violently. “You’re so hard,” you murmur against his lips.

He nods, almost sheepish. “Since the beginning.”

Your fingers close around him, and he gasps, hips twitching forward despite himself. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, panting.

“Do you want—?” you begin, but he interrupts with a desperate little sound.

“Gods, yes.” He lifts his head, eyes wide and earnest, “I really, really want to.”

You kiss him again. “Then come here.”

You watch as Viktor reaches behind him, fumbling for where his trousers lay crumpled near the edge of the bed. His hand disappears into the pocket and comes back holding a small, square packet. He blushes when he sees you looking, sheepish. “I, um… thought maybe.”

You smile. “I’m glad you did.” You help him tear it open, hands brushing. There’s a stutter in his breath as he rolls it on, careful and methodical, brows drawn in focus like he’s solving a delicate matter. His fingers tremble.

When he’s done, he looks at you—truly looks. His hair is messy from your hands, lips swollen from your kisses, his whole expression open and tender. “Are you ready?”

You nod, guiding him forward with your hands on his hips, your legs parting to welcome him in. He steadies himself on his forearms, nose brushing yours. “Tell me if I do anything wrong,” he whispers. “I’ve never—”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper back. “I want you.”

He lines himself up, the tip brushing where you're soft and slick. The sensation draws a sharp breath from both of you. And then, slowly, he begins to press inside.

It’s careful, hesitant, and overwhelming—tight and unfamiliar and so incredibly intimate. He gasps, pausing halfway with his eyes fluttering shut. “Oh—God.”

Your hands are on his back, one tracing the line of his spine. “You’re okay,” you whisper. “You’re doing so well.”

He presses the rest of the way in, shallow and shaking, his body curled over yours like he’s trying to disappear into the moment, or maybe into you. For a few seconds, he doesn’t move. He just breathes, and you are grateful for this time to adjust. You feel the warmth of his chest against yours, his heart racing in time with your own.

“It’s—” he starts, then breaks off with a soft, overwhelmed laugh. “You are so good.” You cup his face, unable to say anything. When he finally starts to move, it’s slow and stuttering. He’s trying so hard to hold on, eyes glazed, mouth parted. You kiss his cheek, his jaw, his temple—anchoring him.

“I certainly won’t last,” he confesses, voice breaking. “You feel so—”

“It’s okay.” Your hand slides to the nape of his neck, thumb brushing his hair. “I don’t mind.”

His hips rock a little faster, the rhythm unsteady but full of feeling. Each thrust draws a soft whimper from him, a breathy moan from you. He buries his face against your shoulder, breath heavy. When he comes, it’s with a quiet gasp, his whole body tensing and then melting against you. He clings, arms tight around you like he’s afraid to let go.

You lie there, tangled together in the hush that follows. Eventually, he lifts his head, eyes searching yours. “Did I…?”

You smile and kiss him. “You were wonderful.”

He exhales, dazed and a little teary. “You make me feel like I could do anything.”

“You can,” you say suddenly all serious and Viktor blushes differently this time. His face blushes and his ears, but you are certain his heart does too. He rolls of you, limbs lose and boneless, and pulls you close, arms wrapping snugly around your shoulders until there is space big enough only for you to breathe each other in. Legs tangled and fingers twisted in another’s hair you lay sunken in the sheets. The room quiets around you, and neither of you knows if this was so big only because you don’t know any bigger—but you choose to take it as it is: humbling.

[amoebo-id]

jackie i find myself naturally quite curious about this "so to speak--God" character, he seems awfully certain, awfully confident... surely none of us can defeat you on this point, that is to say, on this ground that you've set up for us; but perhaps God could do it, on a long enough time scale; that is, let's check back in in a few decades and see how people use "femboy" and "twink"... actually, perhaps more to the point, i do remember, if vaguely, the /femgen/ threads on 4chan's /lgbt/ which were as far as I understand absolutely foundational for the modern conception of the femboy, and as i recall we had elaborate charts and diagrams detailing exactly what cocktail of hormones and exercises would let us have the ideal femboy body... but perhaps there was a whole set of parallel developments elsewhere?

what if the Jute has a word (now unrecorded) which any reasonable scholar would translate simply as "barbarian," but which the Jute applies to the Greek and not to himself? Must we then insist that βάρβαρος is one concept while ᚠᚢᚦ (for example) is entirely another? That strikes me as pedantry. Or we could decide once and for all that one of these two groups deserves more than the other to be the protagonists of history, and so the Jute is correct and the Greek is incorrect. Well, ok... Or, finally, we could accept that our God up there with his little notepad is actually rather confused, constantly going one way and then the other, easily swayed by the various arguments of his creations...

On another note, your post led me down a bit of a rabbit hole, and I read a bit about the U.S. military's allies in Afghanistan and the prevalence there of even mid-ranked officers keeping boys, as in, young teen boys who wear makeup and jewelry and dance and can, horrifically, be raped at any time according to the whims of the officers and their friends. Of course this type of thing has been common in many parts of the world at various times (including Europe), but here is an example of such a norm colliding head-on, because of the war, with a thoroughly medicalized, bourgeois understanding of consent, of childhood, and particularly of "the pedophile" as a diseased individual. One opinion piece I read from a mainstream American journalist struggled mightily with these contradictions, finally resorting to blaming Islam, but then finished off with a quote meant to underscore the horror of the situation, in which one of the boys boasts: "once I grow up, I will be an owner, and I will have my own boys"! What are we to make of this, exactly, vis a vis your God?

"twink" is an exonym. it is rarely a self-designation. many men called twinks are unhappy with the label and find it insulting, sexualizing, and degrading (many older interviews with twinks are very explicit on this point). but they have no choice in the matter, and cannot remove the name which they have not themselves applied. a twink dies under the same unalterable condition through which they were born; the body ages, fat accumulates, hair grows upon the belly, the skin toughens and pocks along the face. they become detestable to the selfsame people who's adoration they did not in the first place request.

femboy is an endonym. we may only really know that someone is a femboy if they tell us; until that point we may only guess. and femboys do not die, for the label they have given themselves can be removed by no hand but theirs. many of our earliest sources which contain the word "femboy" explicitly state that femboy is not a bodytype, and not an age. please allow me this much authority, and listen to my command: stop making stupid posts implying that it is!

[ichorai]

chiropterology — birthday boy.

drabble synopsis ; damian wayne turns nine! warnings ; none!

series masterlist.

“Mother!” Damian called, alerting your attention from the gifts table, where you were arranging the various different boxes in a somewhat presentable manner (you made sure to put yours front and center). “Please shoot me with this crossbow so I do not have to put up with one more minute of his camera shoved in my face.”

“Oh, you’re being so dramatic,” you said with a light tone, pinching the boy’s cheeks and straightening the party hat on his head. “It’s not every day you turn nine. And look at you, you look so handsome in this suit!” Though, with a sharp look at Dick, you said, “Let the kid breathe!”

“Sorry, they just—” Dick paused to sniffle and wipe away an imaginary tear. “They grow up so fast!”

“Can we just cut the cake and get it over with?” Damian huffed, crossing his arms, growing incredibly impatient. 

Barbara, who had been on the phone with Bruce, shot you an OK sign. “They were able to secure the you-know-what!”

“Mm. Took them long enough…” you muttered. “They’re over an hour late.”

Damian surveyed the pile of gifts on the table, his mouth twisted down into a frown. “Stupid tradition for stupid children…”

“Oh, really?” you said, drumming your fingers along your wrapped gift. “So, say that I’ve spent the past few weeks making a super cool shrink ray that works maybe ninety-percent of the time and is completely yours to add to your arsenal of weapons, given you use it ethically… would it still be a stupid tradition? Because in that case, maybe I should just… take this back to the lab with me…” 

This practically made Damian’s ears perk up. You began to drag the present closer to you when, eye twitching with irritation, he exclaimed, “Stop!” Damian inhaled sharply. “Hypothetically, if a shrink ray were to be inside that box, it would be a waste for me not to accept it as a gift.”

Dick ruffled Damian’s hair, sending his party hat askew once more. The younger of the two batted away Dick’s hands like an overstimulated cat. “You know, Damian, normally you’re supposed to say thank you.”

Damian clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, glaring at his brother. Nonetheless, he drew his eyes to the ground and murmured, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you quipped, bouncing on the balls of your feet, glad that Damian at least liked the idea of your gift. Bruce certainly wasn’t going to be happy with Damian having yet another weapon to torment his brothers with, but since when did you let that stop you?

Finally, after another fifteen minutes of dawdling, the front door of the manor swung open, Jason in the lead with Bruce and Cass right behind him. “Look at him in the suit and tie!” Jason exclaimed upon seeing Damian. “Who did this to you? Babs? Alfred? Mom?” 

You gasped in mock-offense. “A suit would be the very last thing I’d force him into. If it were up to me, Damian would be in the invisibility cloak I made for him last year, but, hey, we can’t get everything we want.”

“It was a very nice cloak, mother,” Damian admitted.

“Awh, thanks, hon.” You straightened his party hat again.

Cass strode into the living room holding Damian’s most anticipated gift—what he’d been forced to wait hours for.

“What did you bring me?” Damian demanded, eyeing his father suspiciously.

“Happy birthday, son. Sorry I’m late,” Bruce said, kneeling down to the height of his son. He could feel your piercing glare at the side of his head, and winced knowing he was going to get an earful later that night. 

Turning his head to the side, Damian retorted, “You’re always late.”

At this, Bruce met your eyes, which had softened considerably, then looked back to the birthday boy. “Did you have a nice time with your mother, Barbara and Dick? How was the museum?”

“Yeah, it was… adequate,” said Damian, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly bashful. “Dick would not stop taking pictures.”

Bruce smiled when Dick waved from the table full of sweets Alfred had whipped up, holding up a camera and snapping a picture of Jason with Barbara.

“I wasn’t sure what to get you,” Bruce told his son, “but Dick and Cassandra had a really good suggestion. It was their idea, but I went to the adoption agency to meet the—”

A loud yip sounded from the blanket-covered carrier Cass was holding. She uncovered it with a grin, and a small brown dog came barreling out, barking with excitement as he dashed straight towards Bruce. 

“A puppy?” said Damian, eyes wide with wonder.

“Sure is.” Bruce held out the frenzied pup to his son. “And he’s all yours.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Damian’s pupils dilate. You stuck your fist out to Dick, who immediately gave you a fist-bump. “You might just have me beat on the gift-giving front.”

“What can I say? I’m Damian’s favorite brother.”

Your expression turned incredulous. “Oh, don’t let him hear you say that.”

Typically, Damian with his sharp hearing would have turned and made a snippy comment, but he was completely distracted, enamoured by his new puppy.

“Mother—” he glanced up at you, “—my other mother never let me have a pet. She always said attachments to living things made you weak.”

Bruce placed his hands on his son’s shoulders. “And you’re one of the strongest people I know, Damian.”

“Well? What are you naming him?” asked Jason.

Without hesitation, Damian grinned and commanded his puppy, “Sit, Murder King, sit!” The puppy, to everyone else’s surprise, obeyed immediately. Damian really had a knack for animals.

“You can’t name your dog that,” Barbara deadpanned. 

You clapped with a cheery beam. “Murder King is brilliant! I’ll have that laser-engraved into his collar tag.”

“Happy birthday, Master Damian,” announced Alfred, now coming in with a three-tiered cake, done up with artful frosting, pristine lettering, and nine lit candles. 

After the terribly off-pitch birthday song and Dick popping a confetti wrapper that stuck to everyone’s hair, Damian blew out the candles. “I still think this is a stupid tradition for stupid children.”

You smiled at him. “We love you, Damian.”

“Happy birthday, buddy,” Bruce said. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer. Any and all annoyance you harbored towards your husband over the past few hours seemingly evaporated.

Damian scowled at his parents, whose faces were disgustingly close to each other. “Please refrain from kissing each other on my birthday.”

[ysrjune]

TWINS!SCOTT & SAM MONROE ‹𝟹

the twinsies are back by request 🥹 no smut it's just them being silly brothers. 🥰 they use modern slang cause they're just so teenage boy I hate them..

dedicated to @alealuvshayden my babe 🥀

@samonroe @alealuvshayden @zapernz @dollfilmz mentioned..

"Hey, my mom says to throw out the trash." Sam opens Scott's bedroom door as his gaze is focused on his phone. "Oh my fucking God, Sam. How many times have I told you to knock before coming in?!" Scott groans, pausing his game. "Like, deadass you're so fucking annoying dude." He keeps going and rolls his eyes. "Okay, I didn't ask. Just take out the damn trash." Sam gives attitude. "Like, now." He says after staring at his brother who was staring at him.

"ASAP BROCHACHO, NOWWWUHH!!!" Sam snaps his fingers. Scott HATES when people snap at him like he's a dog. "SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!" Scott throws one of his pillows at Sam.

Sam laughs and throws it back. "You're so easy to annoy." He walks away, leaving the door wide open. "OH MY GOD YOU LITTLE BITCH IM GONNA FUCK YOU UP." Scott screams and chases after Sam. Sam screamed and ran off to the living room.

Scott and Sam were tackling each other on the couch, and their father unfazed as he watched TV. This was genuinely a normal thing. Sam annoying Scott and then getting beaten up. Scott wasn't really throwing punches so he could hurt Sam. He was mostly just yelling in his face and pushing him far into the cushions. "HEY!" Their mom yells. Both teenagers look over at her and stop fighting. "Sorry momma." Scott purses his lips. "Yeah, you better be. Take out that trash."

That made Scott tweak out. He choked himself out, even being dramatic and making choking noises when she looked away. He stopped after a moment, acting like he hadn't done anything. He took out the trash.

Sam was now talking to his dad (annoying him with band knowledge) and once Scott came back in, Sam shut up and stared. "Hey, mom said to STOP fighting with me. Don't even think about it, blondie."

"SHUT—" Scott cuts himself off as soon as he sees his dad's side eye. "Would you shut your mouth, you irksome twerp."

"I don't know what that means."

"You look like you wouldn't know what it means."

And there they were again, at each other's throats. Their dad was laughing at them wrestling on the floor. He was even recording it. Scott has more muscle than his brother, so it's not a shocker that he's always the one winning these matches. Sam then bit Scott.

"AYE YOU CANT DO THAT. ITS CHEATING!" Scott smacks Sam's mouth. "DONT SMACK ME." Sam yells and pulls Scott's hair. That whole fight was so dumb. They were slapping each other around, and their dad was just laughing his ass off. But then there came their little brothers..

"You guys are so gay. Why are you always on top of each other?" Ryan asks. And you could guess.. their dad was losing it. Oh how he loved having sons with no filter.

"Alright buddy boy, that wasn't funny." Sam shakes his head. "Too far, dork. Even if I were gay and we weren't related, I would NEVER let Sam try anything on me." "Who says I'd even try y—WHY ARE YOU EVEN PUTTING THOUGHT INTO IT?!" Sam realizes. "EEEWWW you're so.. EEWWW." Sam shoves Scott away, gagging exaggeratedly. "Okay calm down, morticia." Scott rolls his eyes.

"Morticia? I think he's more like Thing." Kevin, their other brother says. "But together, they're Wednesday and Pugsley." Ryan laughs. (they both ended up getting chased around the house and into the backyard where they got tackled.)

dickdownyamomma48: mind if a white boy speaks a little espanyol this afternoon?

monroe.scott: God damn fatty. Is that all for you?

monroe.scott: ts don't even look good 😭💔

monroe.scott: aye my momma says to bring ice cream home or else she's gonna whoop you

coreythedude: bro wants us to think he's on a date 😭😭

alealuvstwinks: omg is this a soft launch 😛😛

zapernz: this made me mad delete it

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monroe.scott: 🥊💯

dickdownyamomma48: woah ok timmy tuff knuckles

dollfilmz: MEOWWW

zapernz: 😕.

coreythedude: sybau 💔

alealuvstwinks: wait lowkey.. 👅

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monroe.scott: 💪🏼 something my bitch ass brother doesn't have

dickdownyamomma48: wtf are you dissing me at 3:43pm on a Tuesday for?

dickdownyamomma48: I know this post was just to have that pinky girl see 🥀

coreythedude: aura farming..

alealuvstwinks: this one gave me the ick I can't lie. this is NOT a banger.

dollfilmz: 👅

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dickdownyamomma48: oh yea

monroe.scott: motherfucker is that MY dope 😐

dickdownyamomma48 replied: do something about it pussy

zapernz: why didn't you invite me ho

coreythedude: lungs blacker than your hair 💔

alealuvstwinks: ok

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ok guys I didn't rly fw this but here's um here it is

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs@valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira

[cinnamongrl2006]

Ok since we have college! Jason, mayhaps a professor Bruce? Who sees you walking home in the rain and gives you a ride back to your dorm but he takes the ✨scenic✨ route if you know what I mean lmao

౨ৎ Professor!Bruce Wayne x female student!reader ౨ৎ mdni (18+)

౨ৎ Warnings: Legal age gap, power imbalance, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (.

౨ৎ a/n: I will never stop writing for Bale Bruce Wayne, he's the love of my life, man of my dreams, I'm insane for him. I obviously don't condone this kind of relationship, but all I write is fiction and I find it reallyyy attractive in fiction, SUE ME!! also, creds to my divas @ditzydoe444 and @ellesthots because their professor!Bruce fics are TO DIE FOR!!

You hadn't expected it to rain so much that afternoon; that's why you had forgone the idea of bringing an umbrella in your bag, it would only add weight to your already heavy backpack, and you'd spend most of your time in the library anyways.

You began to regret your decision when you exited the library and the cold water began to patter against your head and shoulders, soaking through your clothes. Your damp shirt was stuck to your chest uncomfortably, your shoulders shook with shivers. You really should have brought an umbrella, or at least a jacket.

You were cursing yourself on your walk back to the dorms when he saw you. Bruce was in his car, another late night after a long meeting with the dean. He registered your presence quickly, it was raining heavily and there wasn’t a soul in the street—there shouldn’t have been, much less a young woman like you, so cluelessly strolling alone at night, so he did what he thought necessary, he rolled down the window and called out your name.

“Mr. Wayne?” You looked at him with wide eyes, the surprise and embarrassment were evident in your soft features. God you were so unlucky, the day you go out thinking that nobody will see you you cross paths with the hottest professor in the entire college—just your luck.

“You look like you need a lift,” He smirked, poking his head out the window, and slowed the car down to a stop.

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The car ride was quiet at first, only the low hum and static of the radio on a rainy night broke through the silence. You had your bag in your lap, clutching it close to you for dear life.

Bruce wanted nothing more than to chuck the bag into the backseat and get his way with you, he felt like an asshole but the way your top was clinging to your chest was making his brain go haywire and his cock fatten up in his slacks.

“You can leave the bag in the backseat, more comfortable that way,” He spoke as if he knew better, as if that was the right thing to do; patronizing and authoritative.

You did as he said and threw the bag into the backseat, folding hour hands in your now empty lap, awkwardly. The tension between you two could have been cut with a knife, the silence heavy and loud.

Bruce stretched out a hand to move something on the center console and instead of moving it back to the wheel, he placed it on your thigh, squeezing it softly. It was a declaration of intentions, he was giving you a way out.

"You shouldn't be walking alone so late, more so when it's raining." He sounded truly worried as he caressed the soft, damp, skin of your thigh.

"Lucky you were here, then." You spread your legs further, urging him to go higher, and he followed suit. His fingers danced along the seams of your panties, not quite hovering, not quite touching.

The bumps on the road were the only thing forcing contact between him and you, and they were few and far between. You were beginning to get desperate, your breaths were coming out whiny and shaky, your hips stuttered against his thick fingers.

And Bruce was just a man, his self control had been thrown out the window the moment he’d seen you walking back to your dorm drenched and shivering all alone. You were so helpless, huffing and puffing, feet dragging across the pavement, shirt drenched in water and sticking to your chest so deliciously; he had to help you, poor little girl, who didn’t even think to bring an umbrella.

The louder your whines got, the faster he drove; he moved through the back roads with expertise, not even wavering with the rain, his hands steady.

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You were sprawled across the backseat, your bag on the floor of the car, as Bruce pounded you mercilessly. He held your thighs apart as he thrusted in. A creamy white ring sat at the base of his cock from your previous orgasm

He didn't know what had gotten into him; he was usually so professional, never would have even glanced at a student before he met you. Maybe it was because of the way you looked at him, your gaze intense and unwavering, never missing one of his classes. Maybe it was because of the way you spoke to him during tutoring hours, your voice soft yet confident, drawing him in. Or perhaps it was the subtle way you brushed your leg against his when you sat side by side.

He was grown, after all; he was not stupid. He noticed how your eyes drifted down to his chest when he rolled his shoulders, or how they lingered on his arms when he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the toned muscles underneath. It made his heart race.

"That feel good, sweetheart?" He breathed out.

You knew if you tried to speak the words would not come out so, with your hands pawing and tugging at his shirt— all wrinkled and rumpled now, thanks to your relentless movements— you just nodded your head, staring at him with wide, glassy, eyes and an open mouth, letting out little whines and moans at the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Come on, you're a smart girl, my top student; you can use your words, can't you?" There it was again, the sweet voice, the patronizing tone.

"Yes. Feels good, sir." You managed to breathe out.

"Call me Bruce, let's leave the titles for the classroom, huh?"

You nodded, eyes meeting his hungry gaze. Bruce's cock twitched at the sight of your dazed smile, half lidded eyes, pupils blown wide and your cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink you got when you made eye contact in class.

"mhm, Bruce," You whined, your hips stuttered up, back arching when he angled your hips to get slightly deeper. You could feel the slight burn from the way he was stretching you out, the spur of pain when the tip of his cock hit your cervix repeatedly, but all of that was kept in the back of your mind, as he kissed your lips and cooed at you.

"So pretty...you're a beautiful girl, you know that? Smart too," He spoke between kisses, his voice was hoarse, breathy.

Bruce didn't moan, but he grunted a lot, to punctuate his words when he spoke, or after a particularly deep thrust.

"So tight, baby. Just relax, I've got you." He spoke into your neck as his thrusts got messier, harder. The squelching and clapping of your thighs against his got louder, and so did your moans. You came almost instantly, leaning your head back against the car window, his hands held your waist, keeping you in place as he fucked his thick cock into you. He came shortly after you, with a hard thrust and a grunt.

After a moment of shared silence, the sound of the rain drumming against the car filled the space between you. You both caught your breath, the lingering warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Bruce rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut tight.

"We should talk about this before Monday," He spoke as he caught his breath.

“Yeah, or it’ll be super awkward in class,” you replied, a light laugh escaping you. Bruce chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he tried to regain his composure.

“Well, we can just keep it professional, right?” he suggested, looking at you with a hint of amusement. 

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@lalitalux

[atangledfate]

The General didn't seem to budge from his stoic pose with his hands behind his back. That single eye locked on Rowan as accusations were thrown at him. It was an impossibly steel gaze that revealed nothing of his current emotional state. Like staring into the eyes of a statue he revealed nothing to Rowan as he was accused of with holding information. Yet when Lupus spoke it was filled with authority, and years of hard earned experience. He had an Air about him, that was both awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time.

" I assure you that we were not waiting for a situation like this to arise. We simply required Mimic to make a move before we could move in and deal with him. Imagine the political fallout if we burst on base and arrested the wrong person... Trust me when i say, the fate that awaits Mimic is far worse then anything he could hope to bring upon your family... "

His eyes turned to Mimic as his tail swished behind him and he locked eyes with Mimic. Yet the Eyes of Mimic told a story the likes of which few could. Fear, pure and untainted was resting in those eyes of the would be killer. For the first time since Rowan had seen Mimic and in all he battles he fought--- there was no mistaking that look. Mimic knew he was cooked and, he was practically begging Rowan not to leave him there.

Yet that desperate call would go unanswered as the last thing Mimic would see was Rowan's gaze meeting his---and then, he was gone. The Wolf turned back to stare at where that portal had been almost as if he could perceive something the others couldn't.

" Take the Prisoner to the brig... and Sedate him, i have no doubts he'd come up with some way to weasel his way out... so have the Medics put him under until further notice..."

Well one piece of the puzzle was captured, now if they could just get there hands on the cyborg and the Badnik girl they'd have all the pieces of the puzzle.

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Sonic Smiled at belle and rubbed a finger under his nose as she asked him not to get himself in trouble for her. He simply pushed himself from the wall and walk past her waggling a finger in a classic sonic way he was practically famous for now!

" Ah don't worry Belle! i'm already on GUN's shit list at this point. Its not the first time i've crossed swords with those punks! and besides! i'll always be there for my friends! no matter how dire things look... that goes for you to Surgie! even if you'd rather strangle me dead! hah! "

He smiled back at Surge as she came out of the office

" How about we go top side and glare menacingly at the command ship! that'll give your little bro time to do his thing! and put the fear of Gaia into those soldier boys! hold the fort down for us while we are gone alright Belle! "

Miles finally free of the office came to sit next to Belle watching as Sonic disappeared out the door. The Fox only smiled and leaned back in the chair with a shake of his head. Some things never changed and no matter how much he grew Sonic was always going to put his neck on the line for those he cared for. The fact h worked past his distaste for who and what Belle was when they first met. To now swearing to protect her even if GUN attacked them was a big leap.

" You doing ok Belle? what was that about? "

He didn't know the context of the discussion though he assumed maybe this was all a bit much for Belle.

" If ya need anything just say the word..."

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Jewel entered her office and closed the door taking a second to take a deep breath. Alot was riding on this and frankly she was nervous beyond words. She buzzed her way over to her office Phone hoping it was still operational. It gave her a direct line to the UFN among other places. It still didn't make this any less nerve racking. She wasn't a diplomat, nor any kind of leader really. She was just a girl from a small town who knew about rocks and liked to organize things!

Honestly she almost wished she had a some bourbon on hand for a quick shot of liquid courage! but then she probably should be at her best for this one! She sat down at her desk, and picked up the phone holding it in her hands.

" Here goes... i hope Blaze is able to keep the general occupied... at least until i have the president on the phone..."

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The general's body shifted when he saw the Com channel open to Restoration. He tilted his head in a curious manner as it was still early. They had time, even 20 minutes was alot when you were working out a plan of action. This was curious, and he wondered if they were simply caving to there demands or was there some other plan at work? No that princess wouldn't just give up like that and he doubted Sonic would either. He'd been alive long enough to know

Things were about to get interesting...

" Open Coms, and keep a close monitor on restoration activities... "

He stood on the center platform and crossed his arms as Blaze's face appeared on the screen.

" Princess... Its a pleasure to see you again, have you and your people made a decision? Or perhaps is this some effort to gain more time..."

Sonic knew deep down that Belle was doing this for all the right reasons. She had this lofty goal of seeing the badniks made into something good and just. To see them freed and given a chance to be there own bot. He also had a feeling that down the road this could lead to something good---but also bad. The people of mobius wouldn't be so ready to open there hearts to machines as Tails and himself were. Hell even he lashed out at Belle at first and yet... he still wished her all the luck in the world!

" I think deep down you already knew you were going to leave ... it's fine though! i'm sure they'll miss you, but i think your cause is a noble one! i hope you find what you are looking for out there and if you ever need a hand! don't be afraid to call... i'll be there in a flash to lend a paw! "

He gave her a thumbs up and a warm smile

" I do think its good of you to stick by a bit just till things cool down as for GUN. Don't worry about those losers--- If they ever lay a finger on you ill personally give them a beat down! "

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" That's a sound idea ... the more high level threats the less likely gun will do something foolish. But it sounds like we have a plan of action! i'll head to my office to contact this president fellow... and when everything is in place we'll make our move! time to shine people! lets go! "

Jewel wasn't even sure if her plan would work but she had to have confidence in herself and her team. She buzzed her wings and dashed through the halls to her office to engage with the president, which left Blaze to deal with the general.

" I'll round up our heavy hitters... Lanolin you should stick with Blaze, you know our people better then she does. She might need you for intell... be careful Blaze. That old codger seems more cunning then he lets on... honestly i hope Jewel can handle that president... "

Miles headed out into the main room and whistled at Sonic and headed over to him and Belle. He jogged a bit to make the distance as quick as he could and paused as he watched Blaze closely a moment before his eyes went back to sonic.

" Jewel wants our heavy hitters out in the open where GUN can see them. A deterrent of sorts... so you and Surge mostly... Jewel and blaze are about to contact that general and the president so things will pop off soon... so we should all be ready for a worst case scenario... but hope it doesn't come to it..."

" Gotcha... so if GUN is dumb Surge and i go ham... i think she'll be cool with that. I'll head top side i've been standing still to long anyway! Belle you think you can tell Surge? You know if i do it she'll just glare and snap at me... even if she is kinda cute when she does it! haha! "

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He felt it long before he saw it. That tingling sensation in the tips of his ears. For all his upgrades, implants and nanotech he had shoved in his body. He was still so reliant on his gift to warn him of impending doom. After all how does one live as long as he had with out some edge. Above and to the left he let his eyes turn slowly as if time itself had slowed down for just a moment. as he sensed the change in the air itself.

Yet he did not move or act despite the sensation. Sonic and his people aren't that foolish, and yet Rowan saw the Wolfs one good eye meet his a moment before he stepped through that shadowy portal as if he could see him despite that being impossible.

" You are a brave man walking into the Wolfs Den without so much as a care in the world. Men of such courage are so rare today... i commend your courage... "

He looked up to the dangling Octopus and tilted his head.

" Mimic is a loose end i've tried to clean up on many occasions. I taught him better then this... taught him better then to run off on some personal vendetta... but here we are. "

He finally turned to Rowan and approached him with arms behind his back in a very non-threatening manner.

" I had a suspicion he was on base but if your implying he was working for us. That's a solid negative, but he was once one of mine, and i do take some responsibility for the chaos he's created. I thank you for his return... i'll make sure he's locked away where he'll never be a problem again. Now if you'll kindly depart my ship... I think our business is done here "

[alpali]

Hi hi Ali, congratulations on 700 followers! Your writing is so good I'm glad people are appreciating it (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

May I ask something for your event?

If yes, may I have Atsumu and the trope "singing your favorite lovesong to them as if you are truly dedicating the song to them"? I thought the trope is super cute and a bit of yearning is always endearing. If it's ok, a drabble would be good

Once again, congratulations 💙

Having a roommate who was tall hot and cocky was definitely a challenge. You had applied for the room since he lived close to your campus and at first he was very respectful, no boundaries crossed, very much a gentleman.

However when the two of you grew closer, maybe even blurring the lines between friends or lovers, his goofy side made an appearance. He was loud, a baby, flirtatious, inappropriate. You always replied with a playful roll of your eyes, indulging in his dumb banter.

Lazy early mornings were a regular for the two of you. You’d wake up, get breakfast started and Atsumu would come strolling in, half asleep. You hand him his mug, all apart of this routine. He leans against the counter watching you with a soft smile.

You gasp when your favorite song plays through the speaker. You immediately start humming, swaying your hips. Atsumu breathes out a laugh. You look so cute and so domestic with nothing but your oversized shirt and shorts. Yet you take him by surprise when you whip around, holding the spatula and walking towards him and singing.

“Oh—I wanna take two, I wanna break through—I wanna know the real thing about you, so I can see you in a new light~”

You push his mug to the side, forcing him to dance with you. He looks amused, staring down at you with adoration.

“What is this hm?”

You don’t answer, only singing more.

“Oh~ we can go far from here and make a new world together babe.”

He grins, which you can only guess was due to the pet name.

“Cause if you give me just one night, you’re gonna see me in a new light.”

He doesn’t say anything else, letting you lead him as you both sway away in the kitchen. Food, his mug, your spatula, all of it forgotten. At some point his hands had ended up in your waist and your hands on his shoulders. He twirls you around solely because he loved the way you smiled when he did. He pulls you against him but you’re not done just yet.

“What do I do with all this—what do I do with all this, this love that’s running through my veins for you.”

This couldn’t just be you singing right?

This had to have meant something.

It was all getting to him. The you looked at him with your doe eyes. He couldn’t ignore the way you looked so happy and he tells himself he doesn’t want to see you any different. When the song finally dies out, you giggle against him. He smiles down at you lovingly, fixing your hair.

“Yer so cute.” He smiles, he so badly wanted to kiss you.

You guys were so close anyways, this all felt so intimate but god he didn’t care. He loved every second of this and he didn’t want any of it to end. You laugh, patting at his chest.

“I love that song so much. You should be happy I sang it to you.” You tease and he throws his head back with a laugh.

“Ya sayin I’m special?” He quirks a brow and you roll your eyes.

“Sure—‘sumu.” You slide off of him, turning off the stove.

“Well I’d say yer in love with me after that kind of performance.” You smile to yourself, serving him food.

“And if I am?” He’s taken aback, his cheeks flushing red.

“Yer gonna kill me ya know.” You giggle again, taking a bite of your food.

“But I’d say that I’m in love with ya too.” He smirks, glancing at you for your reaction. You blush as well, moving your food around.

“Are you asking me out Miya?”

“I liked babe better.” He steps closer, he slides a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“If it means I get more mornin’s like this, then yea I am.” His fingers twirl around your hair.

“Take me out at least.” You sigh dramatically and he laughs, leaning closer.

“Let me kiss ya first.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Says the one who just sang a whole love song f’me.” He grins, unmoving.

“Fine, just one.” You hold up your finger.

It was indeed not one.

Because Atsumu had been waiting for this moment and he wasn’t gonna let it go to waste.

[sturniololuvz]

I neeeddd more freaky fics from you! I was thinking like Matt or nick walk in on Chris and his girlfriend making out or something and they both get traumatized😭 if your ok with that💋

lol okay!

“Unseen Moments”

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It had been a normal day, nothing too out of the ordinary, when Nick and Matt decided to take a break from their usual chaos and relax for a bit. They’d been filming all day, and now it was time for some downtime. Naturally, they all had separate rooms, with Chris often retreating to his when he needed a breather—especially if his girlfriend was over.

Matt was the first one to stand up from the couch, stretching out his arms lazily as he glanced at Nick. “You wanna go mess with Chris? I bet he’s doing something weird again.”

Nick rolled his eyes but chuckled. “I mean, it is Chris. It’s practically guaranteed.”

The two of them snuck out of the living room, their footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted hallway. Matt flashed Nick a mischievous grin. “Let’s just barge in, see what happens.”

Nick hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Alright, fine. This’ll be funny.”

They approached Chris’s door, which was slightly ajar, and without a second thought, they pushed it open.

It wasn’t the chaos they expected.

Chris and his girlfriend were on the bed, completely unaware that the door had opened. Chris had her pinned beneath him, both of them tangled in a passionate kiss. There was no other way to describe it. It wasn’t playful or casual—it was intense.

Matt froze, his mouth going dry as his eyes widened. Nick, standing next to him, did the same. His brain short-circuited as it tried to process the situation, and before he could even think of an excuse to leave, Chris’s girlfriend moaned softly.

Nick’s hand flew to his face in embarrassment. “Oh god, no!” he muttered under his breath.

Chris, now fully aware of the interruption, jumped up in a panic, his face turning a deep shade of red. His girlfriend, looking just as startled, quickly straightened herself up.

“Matt? Nick? What the hell?” Chris stammered, trying to adjust himself in the chaos.

Matt was still frozen, eyes wide as saucers. He couldn’t look away, and he couldn’t even process what was happening. He’d walked in on his brother making out with his girlfriend. Hardcore making out. He could feel his brain trying to catch up with the situation, but it was like his mind had hit a brick wall.

“I—uh—Chris… dude,” Nick started, his voice strained. “We—uh, we just came to… I don’t know… check on you?”

Matt’s face contorted in confusion, still not entirely sure of what just happened. “Yeah, we didn’t expect… this. Like, not this.”

Chris’s face went bright red as he glanced at his girlfriend, who was trying to hold in a laugh but wasn’t having much luck. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you guys were this curious about my personal life.”

Nick, who had been trying to shield his eyes the whole time, looked up at Chris with a face of pure terror. “I swear to god, if I had known—” He cut himself off, clearly embarrassed and traumatized. “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking! You guys barged in on me!” Chris shot back, still mortified. He grabbed his hoodie, trying to cover up the awkwardness of the situation. “This is why I tell you not to come in my room!”

Matt was still stuck on the sight he just witnessed. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. His brain kept flashing back to the image of his brother and his girlfriend in the middle of… whatever that was.

“I can’t unsee that,” Matt mumbled, shaking his head and rubbing his face in an attempt to forget what he just saw. “Nope. That’s burned into my memory for the rest of my life.”

Chris let out a groan of frustration, pacing back and forth in his room. “Can you both leave? You’ve done enough damage already!”

Nick, still trying to process everything, turned toward the door. “This was a mistake. We’re leaving, sorry!” He scrambled out of the room, Matt trailing behind him.

Once they were safely in the hallway, Matt clutched his chest dramatically. “I need a drink. Or… therapy. Or both.”

Nick shook his head, clearly still in shock. “I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from that. Like, we knew he had a girlfriend, but—that? I just—”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, man,” Matt interrupted, still trying to erase the image from his mind. “I get it. My brain’s on fire from the trauma.”

They both stood there for a moment, letting the horror sink in before Nick finally broke the silence.

“So, we’re never bringing this up again, right?”

Matt let out a long sigh. “Never. Absolutely never.”

Meanwhile, in Chris’s room, he was left trying to salvage what little dignity he had left. His girlfriend was laughing softly at the situation, and Chris groaned.

“I swear, if they tell anyone about this, I’m moving out.”

[domesticatedstew]

I finished the fic from the wonderful ideas of @hostuuagain and @brainzezz !!! Basically it's Mel and Breadhead bonding while sharing myths and stories that they heard from Ken and Mud!

It was finally a day off, a scarcity when working at the Whale Belly Butcher shop. Even though a break from time to time was pleasant, Mel absolutely hated being bored. And having time off equals BOREDOM.

Ken and Mud were off doing a "restock" for the resturant which was just code for kidnapping random fly people, picking up actual supplies for the resturant, and taking care of a few... pests along the way. Jack was home with his mother for his day off, which bummed out Mel a bit but she couldn't blame him for wanting time away from his work family.

At least Breadhead was still here. He had opted out of going with the other smiling dead crew to instead practice his piano playing. Mel had always liked listening to Breadhead's playing, he was pretty skilled for having no training other than the basics that Ken showed him. It reminded Mel of when she was still little, watching her older brother play the piano while her dad held her closely. Simpler times.

But reminiscing on the past wasn't gonna cure her boredom.

"Sooooo..." Mel slid over beside her large bread brother, watching him gracefully play despite how much larger his fingers were compared to the keys. "I'm bored aaand you're the only one here, you wanna mess some shit up?"

She was ready to keep her mischievous streak strong and steady, any risk was worth killing her boredom. Breadhead turned his massive loaf to look at her, pausing his playing to think. "Nah, I dont really wanna go anywhere today. 'm not in the mood." He said before returning to the song without skipping a beat.

Mel scoffed "Well then what do you want to do? Cuz either we do something together or I do something alone." Breadhead didn't like the idea of his sister causing mayhem by herself. Yeah she could hold her own but despite all the years they've grown together, he still hadn't seen her die or revive. Part of him was terrified that maybe something was wrong with her and she wasn't immortal like everyone else.

He wasnt about to find out now. "Hmmm... What if we told ghost stories and urban legends like when we were little?" Now Mel looked intrigued, which calmed his nerves thankfully. "Ghost stories? Alright bread boy, but you better still not get scared of them like you did when we were little," She teased, giving him an affectionate punch to his arm.

Breadhead wasn't about to admit that the stories of an angel storm devouring anything and everything in their path still gave him the chills.

They were now sat across from each other, Breadhead sitting in two chairs so he'd be comfortable. It still amazed Mel how her brother was such a massive dude, that didn't stop her from teasing him to the ends of the earth. It was even better when they were both teasing Mud or Ken.

"Alright!! Lemme try to remember a story," Mel thought long and hard for done spooky story her dad had told her when she was little.

"I GOT IT!!! Do you remember the story dad told us about the rotling that's been here since the beginning of the gaslight district?" Breadhead shook his head no, and Mel felt a little bit disappointed in him that he didn't remember such an awesome part of rotling history. "Ok well you don't need to remember cuz I'm gonna tell you anyway.

Long ago, before the world became just one island, there was a rotling who told stories of the world before rotlings. A world full of greenery and animals, one where humans ruled the world." Mel whispered when she mentioned humans, feeling slightly hurt when her brother recoiled at the mere mention of a human. She couldn't blame him though, humans are their own urban legend that Mel didn't want to bring up too much.

"They say he would talk about how the skies used to be blue, and there was this green stuff that'd grow from the ground called grass, and that the sun would light up the whole planet without needing any gas lamps. It was a world full of life, and according to the guy if you died that'd be it. No coming back."

"Do you know what they did to him Mel?" Breadhead looked genuinely curious, not his usual 'I've got some joke planned and you don't know' look.

"Supposedly, he was the first ever rotling to be cemeted," She mischievously whispered, leaning in to add a dramatic effect. It seemed to do the trick since Breadhead leaned in too like they were worried about being listened in on, "Woahhh, and you said dad told you that?"

"Yup," She popped the P, "He only told me the cementing part when I was a bit older though. SO, you got any stories you wanna tell?"

Breadhead didn't think nearly as long or hard about the story he wanted to tell, "What about the Gas Man? You've gotta remember Mud telling us that one before bed," He let out a deep chuckle. "How could I forget it? It was Mud's favorite thing to tell us to get us to go to bed," Mel remembered all the times Mud threatened them with the idea of the Gas Man and let out a laugh at the memory.

"I think it went somethin like like this," Breadhead straighted up and got into his story telling position, knees up to his chest with his arms out like he was trying to read a crystal ball to get your fortune. "You ever wonder how so many of our lamps stay lit? You can thank the Gas Man, he goes around the island lighting any lamp he sees out. Some people say they've seen 'im, but they're fibbin'. Cuz if you've ever met the Gas Man, you don't come back. Mud said if the Gas Man catches you, he turns your fluids into oil and uses your flesh to light the lamps. He takes anyone that's out too late, no one's safe from the Gas Man."

Mel cringed at the idea of being turned into fuel for the lamps of the district. Even when she was little she never liked thinking about it for too long, she guessed that childhood fears aren't really stuck in childhood.

Breadhead caught on immediately and started giggling at his little sister's discomfort. Mel shot a glare at the loaf and that shut him up.

"Ok ok ok, you wanna hear about how cementing started?" Breadhead nodded vigorously, unsurprising to Mel considering how much joy he takes from crushing and eating rotlings and fly people.

"So, it all obviously started with that one guy who wouldn't shut up about... you know whats. And the others were pretty sick of his ramblings of the world before ours, and since they couldn't kill him they thought 'why don't we just try to lock him up?' It worked but only for a few centuries when people forgot about him and he escaped, he started talking about more weird and gross creatures once he was free. Everyone was sick and tired of the guy. So one brave rotling decided to try and drown him, they gathered as much rocks and bricks as they could, tied it to the insane guy, and threw him off the island into the depths." Mel acted out the motions of throwing someone off into the ocean, something she had hoped she could actually do one of these days (if Ken would let her.)

"It worked even better than just locking him up, and people forgot about him for even longer. It was nice without some insane man's ramblings on the island. But like usual, he came back. He was one crafty son of a bitch and made it everyone's problem. This time though, he was talking about their buildings, specifically this material that could withstand the test of time. He even insisted that there was still some of it underwater from eons ago.

So with one last ditch effort, that same brave rotling as before dove under the island and collected as much ancient rubble as he could (all while only drowning a couple of times.)" She whispered that last part to Breadhead, who seemed rather impressed by the notion.

"He listened to the mad man's rants, figuring out the best way to turn this trash into something that'd finally rid everyone from this annoyance. From those ramblings and rants, the rotling learned how to make cement. And it was perfect. The first ever cement block wasn't the best looking, but when that insane guy went plummeting into the cold depths below, he never came back up. Other people realized how useful this could be and started making their own cement! And then it became the best way to get rid of any annoying preacher or local mad man. Or in our case anyone with too much money," Mel chuckled at her own joke, thankfully Breadhead thought it was funny too.

"Wow Mel, and dad told you all this? He's never told me stories like that," The loaf seemed sad at that fact, and Mel realized that Ken never really did tell stories to Breadhead like he did with his daughter. "Well it's ok Breadhead! Dad takes you on missions and to go out and do hits, he doesn't do that with me!" While she hoped that'd change soon, she didn't want to ruin the moment for her brother.

"Thank you Mel," Breadhead said while giving her the biggest smile ever. "You wanna steal some of Mud's stash and get wasted?"

Mel's smile grew as wide as her brothers, "You read my mind bread boy!"

[afalconfromalcyoneus]

"sei que vou perder um grande amor e um bom amigo." — eu sem você by lilian

"I know I'll lose a great brother and a good friend"

***note: "grande amor" in the og lyrics means "great love", but I changed it to fit better w/ Ashfur and Ferncloud <3

Extra below to hear my yapping ↓

OK. I've been seeing this trend recently using this song (Em Sem Você). It's a Portuguese song that I'm like 99% sure has to do with a break up and how you handle that & not knowing how you'll act/be like when you're out of the relationship. HOWEVER. I also saw this song used with Squrrielflight & Leafpool, so I was like "oh my God this song is Ivypool & Dovewing" but then, a greater idea floated in my head...."This is Ashfur and Ferncloud." They're my favorite characters OKAY leave me alone 😭.

Anyway. I think some of the lyrics represent them pretty well. Mostly with my own versions of them bc, as usual, my imagination is bigger than what the actual series gives us.

I'm just giving the English translations here bc that's easier:

"You're going away with my dreams

You'll forget me, you'll forget me

I know I'll lose a true love and a good friend

I'm wondering what I'll become

Without you, without you"

Under my interpretation of course. This is about how, after Ashfur died (aka was murdered by Hollyleaf) a part of Ferncloud died. Even after she learned about how much of a GIANT incel he was, she feels deeply upset by his lose. She wonders how she'll live without her twin brother (that's also a thing I hc btw,,) or who she'll become. Will she be different? It feels like a hole is missing from her soul.

She's afraid that up in Starclan, Ashfur will forget her. Maybe she even suspects she wasn't that important to Ashfur at all, due to his actions he committed in life that she learned about.

"Will he forget I ever existed? Will my face in his mind disappear into the winds of Starclan? Because was I really that important to him?"

(skipping a few lyrics)

"This night, I've barely slept thinking about

How happy we were and what I'll become

Without you"

Ferncloud can't sleep days, week, months after Ashfur was murdered. Although she's a Perma Queen, Ashfur would sleep next to her still (mostly so he could get away from Squrrielflight in the Warriors den, this is also headcanon btw this didn't happen canonically). Ferncloud didn't fully see how unhappy Ashfur was in life, she was happy but he wasn't. She's become so depressed and lonely, even if she has friends, without her twin.

"I know there's no point in even thinking about what happened

It's not going to be easy because I know I'll suffer

Without you"

Everyone knows Ashfur got murdered at this point, especially they know it was Hollyleaf because she spilled it out during a Gathering (I'm pretty sure?). Ferncloud doesn't want to think about "what happened" (Ashfur's murder, plus Hollyleaf's outburst and death as well as confessing to murdering Ashfur). She's angry at Hollyleaf, but since Hollyleaf is (presumably) dead she has nobody but herself to direct that anger towards. At the same time she thinks about the cats he hurt, Squrrielflight, Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Hollyleaf, maybe even other cats...she cannot stay truly mad at Hollyleaf. But she can stay mad at herself.

There's no point in thinking about what happened because she doesn't even want to think about it. She's suffering without Ashfur next to her...but he hurt so many cats and she feels that guilt of wishing he was still alive.

Ok bye.

[abbi111]

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆!𝑲𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 (part I)

Tags: manipulation, yandere, Kakashixreader, possessive, toxic relationship, isolation Minors Do Not Interact 18+

Kakashi and you had a very toxic relationship. He would play the good boyfriend role around other people but alone it was night and day. It was easy to make him mad and he was very possessive of you. Being able to do anything but shop for groceries is impossible. Well without a fight and a few hurtful words being spat.

You were cleaning up the living room and picking up around the house when your boyfriend Kakashi comes home. Yall have been sharing a two room home together for some time now.

“I’m back from a mission. Where’s my girl?”

You fix the last book on the shelf before turning both in relief and dread. You plastered a smile on your face, turning to greet him like always.

“Hii Kashi, I missed you,” you walked to him and threw your arms around him. Enjoying his company.

“Why hasn’t this already been cleaned up?”

You look up at him meeting his eyes.

“Oh this is from today I’ve been cleaning everyday you have been gone promise.”

He runs his hand down the your hair cupping your face.

“Good girl, finish what you’re doing and make me something to eat ok?”

You nod obediently at his command. You knew what he expected from you and you needed to keep accomplishing it.

“Of course,” your heart was pounding out your chest.

After finishing all your task you join the coach next to him.

“Um… Kakashi, I was thinking…” you started, trying to keep your voice light. “I want to go back to school. Just part-time. I’ve been looking at classes.”

The shift in the air was instant. His eye stayed fixed on the page in front of him, but his finger stilled mid-turn.

“Haven’t we been over this before n/a?”

Kakashi voice was calm, but there was an icy edge to it that made your stomach twist.

“We have talked about this,” he continued, his single eye narrowing slightly as he turned his head to face you fully. “Why would you want to surround yourself with people who don’t care about you? Who don’t know you like I do?” His hand wrapped around your wrist, not hard enough to bruise but tight enough to send a message. “You’ve been doing so well here with me. Why mess that up?” You tried to speak, to reason, but he leaned in closer. “Why would you want to throw yourself into something like that, are you trying to get away from me?” His hand reached out, wrapping around your wrist with just enough pressure to make your breath catch. His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “You don’t need ideas, sweetheart. You need to be safe. And I’m the only one who can give you that.”

You nodded slowly, the fight draining from you. “Okay. I was just… thinking out loud.”

He studied you for a moment longer, then let go of your wrist and leaned back.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Always so good when you remember who you belong to.”

Then he pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around you with deceptive warmth.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he whispered against your hair. “The world out there doesn’t love you like I do. Do you even realize how this makes me feel?”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for raising my voice, love. You’re too special to be wasting your time on dreams that don’t matter.” His fingers ran through your hair, slow and rhythmic like he was trying to soothe a child. “You know how fragile you are. The world will chew you up and spit you out, and I won’t always be there to protect you if you keep pushing me away.” He held you tighter, like he was trying to make you smaller, more manageable. “I only want what’s best for you. That’s why I have to be firm sometimes. You don’t see it now, but one day, you’ll thank me for keeping you close. For keeping you safe.”

[ahiyashi]

The Bet

Synopsis:After your friend ditched you at a bar, you place a bet with a random man you just met

Tw: completly consentual sex, gambeling, slight overstimulation

“Come on. I promise it will be fun,” your friend says as she drags you to yet another bar. You rolled your eyes responding “you said that about the last two bars. Can we just go home now?” You cursed yourself for letting your friend drag you out on another Friday night when you wished to be at home tucked into bed with a good book.

But no, you let your extroverted friend convince you to go for a night out. You knew her pattern. She would want to go to a few bars to find her next hookup. Dressed in a skintight dress and black heels, she walked into your room to see you getting ready for bed. Knowing that you don't like for her to go by herself, you put on a (f/c) cropped top and some shorts. You put a little makeup on and let your (h/c) hair down.

As soon as you walked in, you both made your way to the only empty table, and sat. Your friend removed her heels,and ordered some drinks. Not long after, a man with silver hair, and black glasses approached the two of you. He sat down and extended his hand out which your friend immediately took. “Hi. The name's Satorou and can I just say you two are the most beautiful women I have seen all night.”

You rolled your eyes. On the other hand, your friend could not take her eyes off of him. For the next hour and a half, the two openly flirted with each other. Ultimately your friend ended up leaving with this guy promising to return once they finished hooking up. While you've had a few hook ups, you saw no problem with her leaving, until you remembered that the keys to the apartment you shared were in her purse.You immediately picked up your phone to call her. To your annoyance, she hit ignore.

So there you sat alone and bored. You noticed that one of the TVs in the bar was displaying night boat races, and almost every one was placing bets. You thought that would be a good pastime, And decided to place a few bets.

In the last two hours, you already won two hundred dollars. While you were sitting at the edge of the bar looking down at your ticket for the next race, you didn't notice the man on the other side that was silently observing you begin to walk over to where you sat.

"Now what's a pretty lady like you doing in a bar all alone?" You did'nt want to look at the man, so you kept your head down. "I'm waiting for a friend. He should be here any minute", you lied. You were not telling a complete stranger that you were alone. The man just laughed. "No offense princess, but I've been here this entire time, and saw your friend leave with another gentleman. Either you are lying, or whatever friend that is supposed to be here stood you up."

Annoyed,you look up at the man disturbing your peace. Unlike the other men that were staring at you, this one was different. He was tall, wearing a tight black shirt that showed off every muscle on his top half. He had short raven like hair with a scar on his lip you figured had to be from random bar fights. This man was definatly your type, but you would'nt let him know that.

The man sat down next to you. "I'm Toji", he said sticking his hand you. When you did'nt reach out to shake his hand, he immediatly put his hand back down. He looked at your other hand and noticed the racing slip that you were clinging to. "What's a pretty girl like you doing placing bets? I bet you haven't won once". Annoyed, you looked him straight in the face and replied, "I haven't lost yet plus it's none of your buisness asshole."

Toji put his hands up in a surrendering manner. "Ok, I did'nt mean to upset you." He then sat his head onto his giagantic fist and stared at you. "Tell you what, since you haven't lost yet, let's make a side bet. If the boat you choose loses this race, then you have to spend the night with me".

You glared at him dumbfounded. Did he just propose what you thought he did. He was braver than the other guys who just stared at you all night.

"Do you really think im going to take a crazy bet like that from a man I just met?" Toji laughed at you. "Well if you have'nt lost a bet yet, then this should'nt be a problem." " And if my boat wins, what do I get besides you leaving me alone," you asked. Toji sat and thought about it. "If you win, I'll give you two thousand dollars". He stuck his massive hand out to shake yours once more. " are we in agreement?"

You hesitated for a moment before putting your small hand inside his massive hand. "It's a deal. Two thousand is a lot of money."

~~~After the Race~~~

You looked in disbelief at the ticket in your hand as the race concluded. You lost and he won. You had to spend the night with a total stranger you just made a bet with.

Toji on the other hand was over the moon that his boat actually made it across the finish line first. He could'nt believe that because pure dumb luck the hottest girl in the bar had no choice but to hook up with him. He looked at you with an amused expression. "So, I think you should book the room since you lost."

You rolled your eyes. "Just because you got lucky-" Toji cut you off "it just means I scored the hottest chick in here". He said with pride.

You could'nt believe this was happening. You wanted to run, but a bets a bet, and you just lost.

You sent your friend a quick text letting her know where you were going. She sends you a thumbs up and asks for a pucture of Toji which you immediatly refused to do. The other men in the bar looked at Toji with jelously and dis belief when they saw him leaving with you.

"So you never told me your name. I want to know the name of the girl I'm about to fuck."

"Do you have to be vulgar," you asked rolling your (e/c) eyes. "It's (y/n)." Toji shrugged his shoulders while you two walked down the busy street.

The walk to the hotel was not that long. You rented the cheapest room they had. The whole way to the room, Toji's grin was getting wider and wider. You opened the door to the room, and walked in to a beautiful area with a single bed, tv, and bathroom.

You started to relax, until you heard the door close and lock behind you. You forgot Toji was right behind you. "So, should we engage in small talk, or get to the good stuff. I promise you, this will be the best night of your life.

You looked at the annoying asshole briefly and rolled your eyes. "Ugh. Let's just get this over with." You walked towards him, pulled your (f/c) top over your head and threw it to the floor.

Toji looked at you with an amused expression. He slowly walks towards you while taking his own shirt off. He gave you a few seconds to admire every line and peck on his toned body. He pulled you close, and placed his soft lips onto yours. You were suprised at how fast he moved, you gasped in to the kiss. He took that moment of suprise to fully insert his tounge almost down your throat.

You made out for a while before he started running his lips up and down your soft neck. His lips were susprisingly gentle running up and down your exposed neck. You sighed and closed your (e/c) eyes while leaning closer into his body. You suddenly felt the straps of ypu (f/c) bra lossen up and begin to slide down exposing your soft chest. You were so in the moment that you did'nt even feel his hands move in that direction.

His hands were gentle as they massaged your breast. Every time his thumb made it's way across your nipple, it would send shivers down your spine. Toji took one of you supple breast into his mouth. He began lightly suckling on it running his soft tounge across your sensitive nipple. After grazing his teeth gently across your sensitive flesh, he switched to the other breast giving it the same treatment. The sensation was too much and you began to whimper and sigh while running your soft hands through his short, black hair.

Toji took your hand, and walked you over to the bed. He pulled his pants along with his underwear off of his body. You looked down and saw how big he was. You were nervous that his massive cock was not going to fit onto your tiny hole. He then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Since you lost, it seems fair that I get to fuck your lovely mouth first."

Once again, you rolled your eyes. "Are you ever going to stop rubbing it in," You asked. Toji laughed while slowly rubbing his cock. "Yeah I will. Right after I finish fucking you throughly."

You kneeled in front of him, and took his large cock into your tiny hands. You gave it a few soft strokes before lighlty licking the tip. Toji took in a sharp breath. Slowly, you began to take him little by little into your mouth. Once the tip made it to the back of your throat, all at once you spit him out. You took him in again, moving your head up and down at a quick pace.

Toji layed back on the bed and closed his eyes. It's been a while since he was sucked off this good. He let out a loud groan when he felt you teeth lightly graze against his sensitive organ. He felt your loveley mouth leave his aching cock and was replaced by your soft hands. "Keep this up, and I'm gonna bust. You're doing soo well. It's been a while since I had a decent blowjob." You rolled your eyes, and went back to sucking Toji off.

Without warning, Toji's cock began to twitch, and a large load of salty cream shot into your mouth, and down your throat. You managed to swallow all of it with little choking. Toji looked at you suprised. "Damn, I wasn't expecting you to swallow it all. that was hot." Toji sat back up,pulled you into his lap, and lock his lips with yours once again. He flipped you over so you were laying on the bed, and he was on top of you. He unbuttoned, and pulled off your shorts and underwear in one motion. You felt his hands gentally begin to rub your pussy.

"Since you did an amazing job of getting me off, allow me to return the favor." Toji planted one soft kiss to your lips, on your neck, and down your stomach making his way to your waiting pussy. He gave your pussy one light lick (giving you a quick jolt of pleasure strong enough to make you gasp) before he fully began to devour you.

Toji would switch between licking your clit, and rubbing it before he settled on roughly sucking your clit while his large fingers were pushing deep inside your soaking pussy looking for the spot thay would make you scream. When you let out a mixture between a moan and a scream, he knew he found it, and began to roughly stimulate it.

The pleasure he was giving you was too much you tried to close your legs around his head to slow him down, but he just pushed your thighs wider and continued. You were a shaking moaning mess as he put his whole mouth around your sensitive flesh. He was punishing you with slow strokes of his rough tounge. The pleasure became too much and you felt yourself going over the edge. Your body shook, and you let out a loud moan. Toji did not slow down as he worked you through your orgasm, loving the taste of you rapidly flowing in to his mouth. He made sure to savor the taste before swallowing it in one big gulp.

You lie there breathing heavily, seeing stars. Toji sat up marveling at how your large breasts moved up and down from how heavy you're breathing and your fucked out expression. "My tounge did all this huh?" He climbs on top of you, placed a soft kiss on your exposed neck. "You're more than ready to take me now."

"You do have a condom right?" You asked him sitting up. Annoyed, Toji leaned down to where he discarded his pants. "Yeah. But, I thought since I won I could fuck you without it." You retorted back " Hell no. I may have no choice but to fuck you, but your wearing that damn condom. Even if you didn't have one I would've made you go get one. "

Toji pulled the little silver package out of his pocket. He tore the top off, and slid the clear peice of rubber over his massive head,and down the shaft. He gathered what slick that was left from eating you out, and used it to lubricate his masive cock. Lining himself up, He slowly slid himself in. The streatch stung for a moment, then was replace by a tingling sensation. You closed your eyes and welcomed the feeling. Toji made you feel fuller than any other guy you slept with.

After sliding himself all the way in, Toji pulled all the way out, and slammed back into you. He set a quick pace. Each hard thrust sent a strong wave of pleasure in to your body. You closed your eyes, screaming out his name. Toji's large hand slid down your trembling body and began to quickly rub your crying pussy. The sensation caused you to cum all over his hand. When he lifted his hand back up, the juices were sliding down it on to his wrist, which he immediatly lapped up.

"I've never fucked a girl that got this wet before. Your pussy is taking my large cock with ease."

Toji got off of you, and flipped you over so you were on all fours. He realigned with your pussy, and slammed back in, setting an even quicker pace. With how deep he was going, it was a struggle to stay on all fours. You fell foward with your ass high up in the air. Toji smack your ass a few times leaving a slight red mark. Your poor pussy couldn't take anymore, and you came screaming his name.

Toji felt his end was near. His thrusts, while still going fast and deep, were becomming sloppy. He felt your pussy twitch and suck on him harder. He made sure to release deep in to you. His seed overflowing up and out of the condom and on to the sheets.

Toji pulled himself out of you, and removed the now sticky peice of plastic off his slowly softening cock, and lay on his sweating back. You flipped over and lay across his chest and you two drifted off to sleep.

[honkbird]

The big art post !! the behind-the-scenes of the tribalhunter PNGtuber stuff ! At least on the art side-- I can talk about the coding mechanics but that's not quite my place to. The high-level overview of that is there's some cool stuff going on with memory wrappers and godot to get stuff shake'n and jamm'n The rest of it is below the cut just so you don't have to scroll tons if you don't care, but take some time and read !! 3 days of work y'know !!

The first sketches were started at 10 pm tuesday the 15th. I tweaked it with some edits until about 1 am

For people working on pngs or long term projects -- make notes !! genuinely !! you can see "ok what was i thinking when i did this" and it made like infinitely easier. You might notice that stage 2 png was not long for this world -- we ended up cutting that one and shifting 3-5 down a stage, and just making a larger final stage. The night ended with: these!

Larger final, we moved where some hands ended up, cleaned some notes, and so on

Wednesday I got to work

on some second pass ones, e.g., cleaner lineart. Mind you, not final! To have proper safespace with the png we had to make actual layered sections to avoid ripped seams on squashing and stretching and rotating and etc.

These also had the first of the talk sprites! I don't do entirely new sprites for the talking ones just because of the pure quantity of images. So, just an arm tilt and head angling. This means we have mute and a talk variants of a few sprites (e.g., the stage 1 is 3 sprites. Body, scarf flappies, and head. We have talk versions of the body and the head). Also, he used to have nips! there was going to be a slightly darker purple but we scrapped it for . well . obvious reasons. We went with classy scarf modesty.

This is how you know you're doing well!

Thursday I started on the finals!

This was the first one sent -- showing off the layers. Tip, I used to layer based on like "back arm" "head" "fore body" etc. It's weirder to get used to when you use numbered layers, but holy shit it made importing easier. You automatically know the layer order to put them in to avoid clipping. Getting these done I got to work on testing 'em too!

this gave us our first working model! Oh, he used to have black robes too! this was to match the custom ingame sprites he got, but the color wasn't quite popping enough. The scarf saturation would later be turned up too, and more color adjusting. But this was workable! A lovely demo. All that was left was design tweaks and the talk sprites!

Friday was dedicated to

figuring out the colors and the talk sprites. For giggles, here's a bunch of variants produced!

We changed the robes, the scarf tone, and his lower gradient. neat Brave fact, his design has a gradient! It's horrible for gif compression! With all that done, then came doing well . all of the sprites!

Note, the talk sprites had some copied mute ones for visual reference. Gotta be consistent! It was at this point the pngtuber was "done", so to speak. Talk sprites worked and everything uh . jiggled right. But I still had a whole weekend! There wasn't as much photo evidence. What WAS changed between then and the final was: 1) the gradient was shifted to be a smooth curve instead of dappling 2) the talk sprite for stage 5's beak was fixed to remove a tangent line 3) the belly for stage 5 was rounded out to be more consistent with the game (less "doughy" to quote) 4) we added another sprite for the arm on stage 5 to layer better. Those changes weren't done until about Saturday, and then the code was tweaked all the way up until adding damage and transition effects on sunday and monday!

P.S., the model still clipped in the end a little! The code did some growth based on the fullness factor and . uh. wow!

Anway woo !! that was some wip photos and stories, I wish there was more of an intense struggle to tell but it was pretty quickly done. My shoulderblade hurts a bit to tell the truth and I think I overdid it on the pace but hooray!

[leeyonglix0915]

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𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ~ nonidol!felix x fem!reader

𝒢ℯ𝓃𝓇ℯ~ brothers best friend, readers best friend

𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀ℊ𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 ~ Your older brother is Hyunjin and he has been friends with Felix since they were kids. Because of this, you and Felix ended up getting closer than him and Hyunjin are. You've always had feelings for Felix but never showed them or acted on them.

eomma=mom

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 3

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎

You and Felix start to head to the airport. Right before you guys get on the plane, Hyunjin calls you and you answer. "Y/n. Are you on the plane yet?" "No not yet. We're about to get on now." Hyunjin sighs and says, "Please be careful. If you feel scared or anxious please let Yongbok know." You say, "Ok, I will." "Be careful and text me when you land." You say, "Ok I will. Bye oppa." "Bye Y/n." You and Felix get on the plane and sit down in your seats.

𝒯𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓅

You guys finally landed in Australia but you haven't slept the whole ride, causing Felix not be able to sleep to comfort you. After getting off the plane, you guys get your luggage. Felix grabs your hand and starts running somewhere. You didn't have enough time to think but then next thing you knew, you were standing in front of Felix's mother. Her face brightens up the second she sees you, making you smile. She says, "Hi Y/n. Felix told me so much about you." You smile and say, "Oh he did?" You tilt your head and look at Felix, who was avoiding eye contact with you. He then says, "Ok let's go home now."

You guys get to his house and the second you walk in, you just stop right at the doorway. Felix looks at you and says, "What's wrong?" You slowly turn your head to look at him and say, "You never told me you were THIS rich." He laughs and brings you into his house fully. He doesn't say a word and drags you into his room. You look at him in his eyes and say, "Why are you trying to be so quiet?" He sighs and looks at you then says, "Can we talk? We never talked about this and I been thinking about it since I woke up." You nod and say, "Yea, but what are we talking about?" He sighs and says, "The kiss......I just wanted to talk to you about it." You annoyingly sigh and say, "Ok but like you're not specifying what exactly about it." He groans and says, "I don't want to ruin anything between us. I just want to know how you felt about it." You look at him in his eyes and say, "I liked it. But it was a bit......too short." He smiles, places his hands on your hips and says, "Shall we do it again and make it longer?" You smile, bringing your arms up to his neck, putting your fingers into his hair and nod.

He immediately goes in and kisses you, bringing your hips closer to his. He's still kissing you as if you are a thin piece of glass, gently caressing your hips with his thumbs. The kiss slowly starts to get intense, making you both forget where you are and who's there. He nibbled on your bottom lip, asking permission for his tongue to enter your mouth. You open your mouth just enough for his tongue to slide in. Heat arises between the two of you but right before anything could happen, his mother walks in asking a question. You were about to pull away but Felix kept on going, making you melt into the kiss. She stared at you guys in shock and says, "Why didn't you tell me you guys are dating?" Felix pulls away annoyed that you guys are getting interrupted once again and says, "We aren't yet. I still have to ask her." You were just looking at him the whole time then you say, "Why not ask me now?" He looks at you and says, "I wanna bring you out somewhere." You sigh and say, "Yea but like, that takes too long. Just ask me now." He shakes his head and says, "Nope not doing that. I need to bring you out." You sigh and say, "Then don't kiss me again." You try to get out of his grip but he was holding you too tightly. Felix says, "Fine then I'll just ask you now then. Will you be my girlfriend?" You shrug and say, "I don't know. Will I?" He stares at you unamused and you laugh wrapping your arms around him and say, "Of course I will be your girlfriend." He smiles and immediately kisses you again. His mother says, "Alright. You guys can do this later. Rachel and Olivia want to meet Y/n." You guys pull away at the same time then Felix says, "We are finishing this later."

You leave the room and see his sisters standing there. They both smile at you and say, "Hi it's nice to meet you." You smile and say, "Hi it's nice to meet you too." Olivia says, "My name is Olivia." Rachel says, "My name is Rachel." You smile and say, "My name is Y/n." Felix has his arm wrapped around your waist with his hand resting on your hip. His sisters see that and Rachel says, "I thought you guys were just friends." Felix says, "Yea well we were. But I literally just asked her like maybe 3 minutes ago." She nods and says, "Well you have fun with that. Anyways, Y/n you are so pretty. How did he bag someone like you." You laugh and say, "Honestly, I think I liked him first." She gasps and says, "What? You fell for THIS first?" Felix looks at you and says, "Are you sure? I started to like you the first time I met you." You look at him in his eyes and say, "Yea me too. I guess we liked each other at the same time then." Felix smiles then pushes your hair behind your ear and says, "Do you want to go to the beach house now or tomorrow?" You say, "Hmmm maybe tomorrow." He nods and says, "Well we are going to go continue what we started." You say, "No we're not." He stares at you and just brings you to his room. You didn't resist or anything, you just walked with him to his room. His sisters look at each other after you guys went into his room and Olivia says, "Eomma, what were they doing?" Their mother sighs and says, "They were just kissing but I don't know if they're gonna be doing more than that now." Rachel laughs and says, "I bet they are gonna save it for the beach house." Their mother shrugs and says, "Probably."

You and Felix are just lying in his bed cuddling. You say, "I thought we were gonna 'finish what we started'." Felix laughs and says, "Well I thought about it and we are going to save that for the beach house. So we can be alone and not worry about anyone bothering us." You smile and don't say anything as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, making him get butterflies in his stomach. He hugs you close to him and kisses you on your forehead constantly, until you and him slowly started to fall asleep.

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𝒶/𝓃~this chapter isnt the best i know but honestly i had an idea but then i didnt write it right away and i forgot😔 next time im definitely writing it right away when i get an idea trust. anyways chapter 4 will be out soon, hopefully i can redeem myself with that one and yea .