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specialgrades · 9 months

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CRiTiCAL HiT ! ⏤ select genshin men and their sensitive spots

arataki itto, wriothesley, neuvillette

➜ ┊: cw ! porn without plot, monster fucking… kinda, dom!reader, nipple play, premature ejaculation, pet names ( sugar, baby, darling, my love ), reader’s gender not specified but is topping neuvillette ( could be read as a strap or a dick ), hair pulling, neuv is kinda ooc but we're gonna ignore that for now, cumming untouched, not beta read we die like men

notes. whoa hey. i'm kinda popping off recently. anyway this is only three characters cause they're the only ones i'm horny for. if you think i have a particular favourite you're probably right. dividers by cafekitsune as per usual, backbone of tumblr fr!

ARATAKi iTTO — horns

such a big man reduced to a whimpering mess if you stroke his horns! god forbid you do it while he’s already experiencing other stimuli…

itto’s grunts and groans mixed in with your own moans as his hips snapped against yours. his hair falling in his face as he hung his head, fangs almost piercing his lip with how hard he’s biting it. your hands gripping at the sheets as he makes it his mission to rearrange your guts. one particular thrust has his tip hitting that spot deep inside you directly; a broken scream leaving you as your hands flew up to him for anything to ground yourself with. fingers wrapping around his red oni horns, tugging as he keeps hitting that spot. itto moans loudly, hips stuttering. “sugar, don— oh fuck—!” you tug again, oblivious to his protests until you feel him cum inside of you a lot quicker than usual. his body shakes as he does, whimpers leaving him. he knew his horns were sensitive, but not that much; and god did it feel good. you blink at him, hands still holding onto his horns. “did you jus’... cum from having your horns touched?” you manage, shuttering as he slowly fucks his cum deeper into you. “sensitive— ah-!” he yelps when you tug again. any semblance of dominance he had slipped away as you played with his horns. his cock twitched back to life at record speed, his hips moving on their own. “fuck sugar, don’t stop… tug ‘em harder— jus’ like that, fuck! fuck…” he cums again, crying out as he did.

WRiOTHESLEY — chest

wrio never knew that his chest was that sensitive, he always just ignored that part of his body during his own time. your wandering hands change that…

wriothesley’s kisses were always hungry, sloppy. he doesn’t have much experience, but his eagerness to devour you every time your lips connect isn’t something you’d trade for the world. he helps you tug his tie off and undo his vest, the fabric hanging loosely off of his shoulders. all without breaking the kiss you had pulled him into a few minutes prior. your fingers work on the buttons of his dress shirt while he toys with the hem of your shirt. same fingers pushing under the fabric of his shirt, index fingers brushing against his nipples as you moved. wriothesley surprised himself with the moan that escaped him when they did, freezing up for a second. he feels you smirk against him, fingers brushing over his nipples again. he caught the moan this time— though barely— shaky noises escaping him as his nipples hardened under your touch. his slacks feeling even tighter than they did when you began undressing him. “sensitive, are we?” you ask against his lips. he’s trying to focus and doesn’t respond instantly; causing you to lightly pinch the buds. he whines, body unsure if it wants to push against or pull away from the sensation. “y-yes! don’t—” he breaks the kiss as he tosses his head back, eyes squeezed shut and bottom lip tugged between his teeth. you look down to his pants, part of the light grey turned a darker shade from how much he’s leaking just from your teasing. “let’s see…” you let go of his chest to walk him back against his desk. he had fully intended to fuck you against it not even five minutes ago, but the tables had turned. he felt your gaze on the evident bulge in his pants, wiggling his hips in hopes it’d get you to touch him. you did, but not where he wanted you to. pushing his shirt and vest from his shoulders to fully expose his torso, you went for his chest again. whimpers and moans spilled from him as you toyed with the sensitive skin. a particularly loud moan that caused him to bite his hand to silence himself when your tongue flicked against the left one. he felt the coil in his stomach tighten as your tongue swirled around the bud, your fingers tweaking the one your mouth wasn’t on. he shrugged the rest of his shirt off, hand gripping your shoulder as he thrusted his hips up into nothing. “baby ‘m gonna— please— fuck fuck fuck-!” he gripped you tight as he came untouched, cum soaking his underwear and pants. he shuttered when you gave one last pinch to his nipples, breathing hard when you pulled away. “hm… cute.” you surmise, running your finger along the wet spot of his pants. he pulled away from your touch, sensitivity heightened. you smiled at him, cupping his face gently. “think you got one more in you, baby?”

NEUViLLETTE — ears

it’s law that pointy elf ears are sensitive. argue with a wall. the iudex is no exception…

neuvillette buried his head into the pillows, shaky breaths turning into moans as the sound of skin hitting skin. he felt your lips on his nape and shoulder— licking, biting, sucking the skin there as you fucked into him. his cocks rubbing against the pillow you put under his hips and staining the cotton. pulling away from his shoulder after nursing the bruises you left, your eyes focus on the pointy ears of the iudex. your curiosity got the better of you and before you could stop yourself, your tongue darted out to lick at the shell of his ear. neuvillette shuttered and moaned, hole clenching as pleasure ran through his body. “darling not there plea—” he cut himself off with a moan when the mixture of you hitting his prostate and your tongue running along his ear made his entire body light on fire. “your weak spot, hm?” you muse, your voice rumbling against his skin. he moaned, nodding as he moved his hips to get more friction on his dicks and to fuck back against you. “please…” he mumbles, so close with the mixture of all the stimuli happening at once. “more…” he begs weakly. he doesn’t expect you to give in so easily, but he’s been so good all day you cave; pulling back until just the tip was inside him before harshly snapping your hips against his ass. you lightly bit the tip of his ear as you did, tongue still running along the cartilage. the iudex cried out, arching further into the mattress as he felt the coil begin to snap. “please let me cum darling, please ‘s too much please-!” he cries, trying so hard to hold back from cumming until you give him the green light. “so soon, neuvi? your ears that sensitive?” he nodded, rain hitting the window as you brought him closer to the edge. you hum, breath hot on his ear. “go on, my love…” you lick his ear again. “cum.” he does almost instantly, crying out as he makes a mess of the pillow and his stomach. he collapsed onto the mattress, small shocks going through his body from the intensity of his orgasm. you give him a minute before sitting up, hand wrapping around his hair and horns. with a tug he’s pulled flush to your chest. high pitched yelp left him as you did, feeling your breath against his other ear now. “let’s see where else you’re sensitive, hm?”

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rafeandonlyrafe · 10 months

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diy

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, video recording sex, male and female receiving oral, a bit of cum play, p in v sex, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation, light bondage (request)

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“look up at the camera for me pretty girl.” rafe calls, making your eyes flicker up to his cellphone pointed down at you, keeping eye contact as you sink your mouth down his cock, moaning as you come back up.

you pull off with a smile, wrapping your hand around his length instead and stroking as you flick your tongue out to lap over the tip. rafe moans above you, showing his appreciation at your movements, especially when you dip back down and start to bob your head.

you’ve already been sucking rafe off for a while, and he told you he wanted to capture his climax on video for when you are on vacation with your family next week, sadly leaving him alone with his left hand.

“cum on my face.” you tell rafe when you need to pull off for some air. his cock simply takes up too much space in your mouth and throat for you to keep him in for too long without getting dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

“fuck, yeah baby.” rafe reaches down to reach his hand around his length, beginning to stroke himself as you pull your tits out of your shirt so rafe gets it on video as well.

you stick your tongue out when the first droplet hits your face, followed by ropes of rafes cum as he releases all over. you moan as some lands on your tongue, greedily dragging your finger through the cum and licking it off as rafe rides out his high.

“god, i’m gonna have fun jerking off to that while you’re gone.” rafe says with a laugh.

“can i get my phone and video?” rafe asks, making you whine. he’s already been teasing you for the past two hours, starting with touching your thigh under the table and dinner and then moving riskily close to your cunt before taking you back to his room and kissing all over your body except where you really want it.

“i don’t care, just want you in me.” you say, and rafe laughs at your desperation, always so easy to break down into a whiny whore when you are deprived of an orgasm.

you hear rafe walk away to get his camera, but keep your face pressed against the mattress, staying in the position at the end of the bed on your hands and knees, or at least it was your hands when rafe originally put you in that position, your weary body has since slumped.

“gonna get a close up of your pretty cunt first.” rafe says, holding the camera up to your pussy and rubbing his fingers through your folds before spreading them, showing the most intimate parts of you, but you trust rafe to have them.

he stands, angling the camera downward now as he lines his cock up with your entrance before sinking in with a satisfied moan.

“record me eating you out.” rafe says, tossing the phone up next to you on the bed.

“i-i can’t.” you whine, flexing your hands that are still tied to the headboard with his necktie.

“fuck, i forgot.” rafe groans, like it’s an inconvenience to him, like he’s not the one that tied you up in the first place.

“i can’t believe you’re going away again.” rafe complains as he slides up the bed to undo the knot. “you just came back a month ago and now another vacation? what am i supposed to do when i crave your sweet pussy?”

“i’ll only be gone for like three days- oh!” you gasp when rafe doesn’t waste any time, burying his face in your cunt. you barely have the head space to grab the phone, but manage to begin recording, pointing the camera down at rafe as his mouth devours you.

you’ll have to remember to ask rafe to send this video too you later, because as much as you like to tease him for needing to make homemade porn for him to get off to, you need your needs met too when you are apart.

“how many times have you cum tonight?” rafe asks, his cock pistoning in and out of you.

“five.” you say breathlessly, hips undulating, unable to tell if you are trying to get away from the pounding of his cock or move closer to it.

“and i’ve recorded every single one of them.” rafe smirks, knowing this one in particular will be a favorite of his to look back on with the moans and screams he managed to drag out of you.

you glance to the camera, set up on a tripod that he got specifically for this purpose as rafes hands grip your hips so tight it hurts, but you can’t focus on that pain, or the burning in your spread thighs, just on his cock spreading you wide open.

rafe moves his thumb to rub over your clit, and this time you do try to get away as you squirm up the bed, unsure if you can handle another orgasm.

“come on baby, one more.” rafe says.

“that’s what you said after that last one!” you complain, but you can tell by the pulsing off his cock inside of you that rafe isn’t far from his own orgasm.

“don’t be a brat, come on, cum for me now and for all the times i watch this while you’re gone.” rafe says, flicking over your clit in rapid motion.

your body arches off the bed, unable to hold back as you follow his command, somehow wringing a sixth orgasm out of your body. upon feeling you constrict around him, rafe finally lets the flood go, filling you up as he pounds into you until he can’t move anymore, collapsing to the side of you.

you both lay in bed, breathing heavily. cum drips out of you onto the comforter but that's a problem for the morning as rafe rolls onto his back, pulling you into him.

“the camera is still recording.” you say, laying your head against rafes chest.

“i just pounded your pussy red, i don’t think i would call that soft.”

“maybe i should record you sleeping so i can fall asleep with you while you’re gone.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you tsk with a soft laugh. “imagine if people knew that big bad rafe cameron was such a softie.”

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xzaddyzanakinx · 7 months

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Four: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, sexual content, pervy behavior, male masturbation, panty kink, sex daydreams [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is doing his very best, he just loves you and wants you to be comfy around him. Just let him worm his way into your heart babe [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. I’m illiterate so apologies in advance MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 8th

Mr. Nelson’s funeral was today, it really was a beautiful ceremony as I look back on it. Even more so when my inner self smears the background enough to bring you to the front of the mental image.

You’d spoken to the man a handful of times, but I didn’t expect you to come. When I saw you accept the invite to the event on Facebook I thought surely it was a mistake. That was until you messaged Luke and asked him to accompany you, funerals make you nervous, but feeling obligated to do something and avoiding it makes you more nervous.

So your moral support was happy to attend and fight off dear old Alan’s corpse should he rise from the casket and set his sights on you.

And I though I had irrational fears, geez babydoll, how old were you when you watched Night of The Living Dead for the first time? If I had to guess it was too young. It’s alright though I get it, you know what movie traumatized me? The Mummy. Heebied my fucking Jeebies so bad I avoided the beach on family vacations.

You’re telling me there’s not a sarcophagus under all that sand? There’s at least one under there and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Solid ground for me only, please and thank you.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I had a thought that I initially considered to be a sweet reminder of my dear friend Alan. His obituary was in the newspaper and I happened to swipe one from the guest book table at the viewing as well. Have you ever scrapbooked before? I bet you’ve at least tried it.

Well I thought it would be nice to make him a page in my journal. A little celebration of life for the man who gave me an opportunity to grow and nurture my love for you.

Then I realized mid-glue stick on the newspaper clipping that the idea was something that a clinically insane person would do.

I’m not that guy. That guy’s not me.

But the glue was already on there and it felt wrong to toss Alan’s wrinkly old face into the trash so I pasted him into my journal anyway.

Crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy. I’m well aware that little idea was less than tasteful, just felt like I should mention that.

Date:

July 28th

Anakin Skywalker hadn’t been this happy since… ever. The previous record being his discovery of you, was now toppled into second place and overshadowed by ‘Move In Day’.

He could hardly contain himself. It was a dopamine high that he would ride out until he’d drained every last drop.

The movers lugged in box after box, furniture and books, until finally they dropped off the last load and thanked Anakin for the business. He eagerly shook their hand and shoved them out. He had preparations to make.

He set up his Tv, screen mirroring the live feed of the apartment building entrance to the big screen so that he could easily keep an eye out for you while he unpacked his kitchen.

He’d planned your ‘meet-cute’ meticulously, looking to your bookshelf and streaming services to gather intel on your ideal scenario. You were an odd bird, but he liked that about you. It’s part of your charm, it’s part of the challenge. You’re not as predictable in your tastes and interests as others can be.

Anakin formulated the interaction step by step, frame by frame in the storyboard of his imagination until he had the perfect scene. His box office hit that he’d replay over and over again until the next time he stood face to face with you.

It took quite some time and a load of practice. Discarded dialogue, awkward movements that made him feel stiff and less than human when he practiced them in the mirror. Endless options of clothes, shoes, and hair.

Should he get a new piercing? He wanted to. So he did, he knew you’d like it.

It’d match the one he already had on the opposite nostril. It made him feel more complete to add something so permanent to his body, he wished he could do something similar with you. He wanted you to be permanent, so maybe it’s his subconscious’s way of telling him that this was going in the right direction.

He was on the right path. His journey of life alone was coming to a close and a new trail would reveal itself. No more rocky, unsteady tread. No more sharp turns and blind spots, no more impossible inclines.

Scraped knees and bloodied hands would be distant memories. Maybe even distant enough that he could toss them into The Pit.

He would have no need for anger or sorrow anymore.

How could he feel anything but the warm embrace of love as he strolled down the flowered path ahead with you?

Who knew that you could position one box in 83 different ways and hate every single one of them? Anakin was so thankful there weren’t any actual surveillance cameras in the apartment building. It’d be really difficult to explain why he was in the hallway for an hour with his hands on his hips, scooting a box of books a centimeter or two at a time. Turning it sideways and then making sure the book on top was perfectly positioned and would effectively fall to the ground to catch your attention.

He checked his watch nonstop, stared at his Tv screen, willing you to just hurry the fuck up before he vomited from anxiety. He’d waited months for this. If he fucked it up now he’d… well he’d probably keel over on the spot.

Which would promptly traumatize you and not even his ghost would be able to peacefully haunt you. It’s hard to peacefully haunt someone if they watched you die, or at least Anakin assumed it would be difficult. He wasn’t willing to test that theory though.

So, he puffed up his chest and walked back into his apartment and rehearsed the upcoming conversation a few more times. He needed, desperately needed to ensure his facial expressions conveyed what he wanted.

Soft, trustworthy, dependable, safe, caring.

He practiced softening his eyes, knowing sometimes he stared alittle too hard. He worked on his facial fidget; chewing on the inside of his cheek was a quick tell of his nervousness. He didn’t want to be perceived as nervous, he wanted to be confident and sure of himself so that you would be confident in your soon to blossom affection for him.

His eyebrows, that’s a hard one, but he’d meticulously watched bar goers trying to flirt. The successful ones he learned, sometimes use their eyebrows in place of questions or words. A difficult concept, but one he studied until he mastered it.

Now, the other facial expressions and mannerisms… he gathered that information from your watch lists on your streaming services. For the visible examples at least, but your books were just as helpful in describing how he should approach you, speak to you, and simply exist near you.

He hadn’t realized these things were this important until now. Standing and posture was surprisingly very, very important to women. As well as hand movements and subtle glances and minuscule changes of expression.

You were worth the time and effort it took to learn all of it. He’d read and research and practice until he couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror any longer. He was determined to make sure you were happy with the results.

He was startled by a loud ping, someone had entered to building and holy shit it was you.

Anakin shook out his hands frantically, remembering the breathing techniques he’d learned as a child, he grounded himself quickly.

It’s okay.

‘She’s gonna love you. She’ll warm up to you quickly, you know everything you need to know about her to make her comfortable and loved.’

‘There’s no way she won’t fall head over heels.’

He smoothed out his band-tee and ran his hands through his hair quickly and headed to his door that was propped open slightly. A few boxes sat in the hall, including the most important one, the one instrumental to his plan.

The apartment hallway was ridiculously tiny, which worked in his favor in this situation.

He heard you come up the stairs, counted your steps until he knew you were almost at the door, 17 and a half steps. Then he swung open the door and bent down to grab one of the boxes.

As expected, he startled you and you dropped your keys. You always wore your backpack on one shoulder, one strap. So when you quickly went to scoop up your keys, your bag swung out of place and toppled a few books from one of the boxes.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Anakin could gloat to himself about his magnificent setup later, right now he needed to woo you with his sweet words.

“Oh, sweetheart I’m sorry.” He said softly, coming over to offer you a hand up.

“It’s okay, my bad.” You laughed, taking his hand.

He managed to keep calm and collected despite his insides boiling him alive at the willing skin contact.

“No, not at all. It’s my fault for startling you like that.” He chuckled, squeezing your upper arm and using his hand already in yours to give you a small handshake. Smooth.

“I’m Anakin.” He said with a bashful smile, dropping your hand and reveling in the lingering warmth your palm left on his.

You introduced yourself in return, gesturing to his apartment door.

“So I take it that you’re my new neighbor huh?” You said, making small talk as you crouched down to pick up the books you’d knocked over.

“No I’m just a one man moving crew.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You laughed, standing up as you looked through the titles. “Hmm, you’ve got good taste.”

“You think so?” He asked, remembering to make his eyebrows swoop up toward the middle of his forehead to give a quizzical look.

“Oh yeah, this is one of my favorites.” You said, showing him the cover of The Silmarillion by Tolkien.

“Not many people actually read that one, I’m impressed.” He smiled.

“Impressed? Yeah well I’m jealous.” You laughed.

“What?” He chuckled, holding his hands out to take the other books from you.

“This is a really nice edition, it’s similar to mine. I recently lost it.” You sighed. “I think I must’ve left it the park or maybe it fell out of my bag or something.”

“Ah, that sucks… well, I mean I’ve read that one a few times now. It’s been well loved.” He said tipping the books in his arms toward the one you were holding. “Why don’t you keep it?”

He shrugged, acting nonchalant as though this didn’t mean the entire world to him and if you said no he’d sob about it later.

“You’re serious?” You asked in surprise, he was offering you a 50$ special edition book and you’d barely known him for a minute.

“Yeah, ‘course sweetheart.” He said with a cute, crooked smile. “Think of it as a… reverse house warming gift.” He chuckled.

“Thank you, I- this means a lot to me.” You said, grinning widely. “That’s real sweet of you Anakin. I owe you one.”

“No worries.” He chuckled, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it even sweetheart.” His gaze flickered quickly from your eyes to your lips, and he turned to go back into his apartment after giving you an almost-missed wink.

You stepped inside your home, and went straight to the bookshelf to put your new-to-you book where it belonged. After the fact you stood there and buffered, just staring at it.

‘There’s no way, this guy has to be too good to be true.’

But he seemed… so genuine. He didn’t ogle you, he didn’t make you feel weird or like he just felt obligated to speak to you.

He seemed to actually, really be a good guy.

Rare. Few and far of those exist in this day and age. It’s uncommon to meet someone who would do something, even as simple as giving you a used book, without expecting anything in return.

But he didn’t seem to expect anything. He didn’t seem to even expect a thank you, it was like he’d already decided he would give it to you before he even offered.

What are the odds that a hot, tattooed and pierced man moves in next door and gifts you an expensive book that just so happens to be an even better replacement for the one that you just lost? That couldn’t happen twice even if you tried to make it happen again.

What kind of second dimension did you step into? The land of dreamy men?

Diary Entry: July 28th

It’s late. But I have to write to you, it can’t wait til tomorrow.

Everything went more perfectly than I could’ve imagined. Thank you so much for being you sweet girl. It made my job of curating the scenery so much easier, you clumsy little thing. I am sorry for having to spook you though, but it worked didn’t it?

Research pays off. Always.

And of course there’s the issue of your book, I hated to see your frustration and your mad scowl when you realized it was missing from your backpack. I really did.

But I’d do it every goddamn day if I knew I’d get the same reaction out of you from giving you that new copy.

Oh god you’re… you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You look angelic when you sleep but you look like competition for Aphrodite when you smile at me.

You smiled, grinned. You smiled all the way up to the corners of your bright and beautiful eyes. For me.

You even laughed for me.

It was so sweet I could taste it. The honey of your voice, I could fucking bathe in it. Just the sound of you speaking, knowing you were speaking to me. Really speaking to me.

In the flesh.

It’s intoxicating. It’s emboldening, it’s dangerous. I’ve never been more worked up in my life. I’m torn all to pieces from at two minute and 6 second conversation.

I think I’ll have to fucking recover from this like a damn hangover.

But what has me so drunk you might ask? Was it your laugh at my stupid jokes? Was it your perfect smile, your radiant glow, your soulful eyes? The softness of your skin or you willingness to let me touch you?

No baby. It’s how you said my name.

I wish I could’ve stayed longer, I wish I could’ve spoken to you more. But it’s so hard to concentrate when my dick is leaking precum down my leg at a rate that should probably be concerning.

The minute you closed that door I shoved those boxes into my apartment and locked the door. Took my elated ass straight to the couch and watched you in your living room, admiring your gift from me while I fucked my fist with a pair of your dirty panties in my mouth.

I couldn’t have your honeyed lips soothing my angry red cock just yet, but I sure as hell could imagine licking your gorgeous little cunt while I tasted you.

I tugged my balls and pumped my cock for over half an hour until I was a fucking mess for you in my new living room’s floor. The cool hardwood letting the heat from my flushed skin seep away from me as I came back down to earth.

I made myself dizzy. Didn’t give myself a break, didn’t slow down, just stroked my cock like the desperate little manwhore that I am for you. The only thing missing was you being there to watch me fall apart.

I think you’d like that wouldn’t you? Watching a man like me get on his knees and beg for you?

Diary Entry: July 29th

I’ve replayed that moment in my head for hours on end. The beginning always stays the same, but the ending… that’s been subject to many changes. It started off simple, we’d chat alittle longer, I’d ask you how your day was; you’d tell me it was ‘fine, thank you’.

Or you’d ask me why I decided to move in, why I chose this side of town, this side of town, this apartment building, across from you. That one always ended questionably and I’d rather not explore that one on paper.

My favorites however were the ones where you’d laugh at a stupid pick-up line and somehow we’d end up in your bed. The bed I’ve sat and watched you sleep in. Those were the best additions.

Now, I’ve been fortunate enough that you’ve been loyal, faithful and devoted to only me since the very beginning. So I don’t really have a clue what you’d actually be like in bed.

But god it’s so fun to imagine it.

You’ve got such pretty, soft skin. You let me mar it up with my teeth and soothe it with my tongue. You let me grip the pillowy flesh of your thighs to spread you open for me. You let me pinch and roll and pull your nipples until they were raw and begging for a break. You let me caress the sensitive slick covered folds between those beautiful pussy lips, plunge my fingers in as far as they’d go.

I took you from behind, watching your perky little ass bounce off my cock while I plowed into you. Your face smushed against the couch cushions and your body folded over the arm rest for me to fuck you like the good little girl that you are.

Against the wall with your arms around my neck while I’ve got my hands holding you spread open and in place by the crook of your knees. You promised you stay real still so that I could drill up into you like you deserved.

God damn. Do you know how good you look like that? Back arched against the wall, tits jiggling in my face with every thrust. Your legs pushed up and back to the sides of your torso, to pin you in place?

It was like a pretty pink flower had bloomed and spread its buttery smooth petals just for me.

Don’t even get me started on how good you suck cock. Have you ever been told you could be mistaken for a warm, wet Hoover? No? Didn’t think so cause that would be rude as hell, but I bet someone’s thought it before.

(Me. It’s me, I thought that.)

Fuck those soft lips. Fuck that smooth snake of a tongue. Fuck that tight, hot throat that just loves to take a beating from my dick.

Can’t wait to prove my imagination right.

Speaking of, my dick has been beat. Like actually. If one didn’t know any better they’d assume it’s on life support, but I’m a freak of nature. Cumming upwards of 16 times in the span of 40ish hours would probably put a weaker man in a hospital bed. Or maybe a psych ward.

But I am not a weak man even if my dick feels raw. I’d still fuck you if you asked.

I’d be curious to know if I’d be able to stave off cumming longer from all the abuse or if I’d be so fucking sensitive that I wouldn’t make it in half an inch.

Probably the latter.

Diary Entry: August 2nd

Being so close to you is killing me. Truly it is.

You’ve sunken your claws so deeply into my very soul and you don’t even realize it. It’s torture. To you, I’m just the new guy, nice dude who gave you a book. But to me? You’re my entire world.

I’ve been told I have the personality of a guard dog. Soft and squishy on the inside, dangerous and fierce on the outside. Which I suppose could be true, but really I think it’s for a different reason. For a human, a dog is one small but very impactful blip in your life. But for the dog? You are it’s life.

Am I comparing myself to a dog right now? Yes I am.

I’ll beg for you to throw me the scraps of your affections until you finally toss me a bone.

Bark.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ve been trying my best to give you space. To plan accordingly and in advance. I have our next two interactions simmering on the back burner.

I know that if I go too hard, too fast, you’ll be overwhelmed. That’s the last thing I want. I never want to be the thing that causes you stress, I want to siphon it from you. So, in one week I will set out to help you with a few of your errands and plant a few seeds.

But until then, we have late night snacks and couch chats with Boogie.

I’ve also been doing- you guessed it- more research to do with helpful vitamins and medicines. You’ve responded so well to your SleepyTime tea and since I’ve started making sure your birth control packet is plainly visible in the countertop basket directly beneath that cabinet, you’ve been taking it so well.

I’m so proud of you sweetheart, that’s my girl, look at you taking care of yourself. You’ve done so well in fact, that it’s in my personal opinion that you have earned a very special reward.

Anakin sat on his couch, the live feed of your living room screen mirrored to his Tv. He was watching you cook dinner, he knew you’d be making a stir fry. He’d seen it in your planner, so he’d taken the liberty of ordering himself the same, it’d be here any minute. As would your good friend Sam.

Anakin had originally burned red hot with jealousy at the thought of you inviting a man over to your apartment, that he hadn’t vetted via social media and a quick drop-in. But he was relieved to discover that Sam was just a girl from your book club.

This wasn’t one of his well thought out plans, this was decided upon this morning after you’d returned from book club. So, he was anxious to see if his hunches served him well. Sam seemed like a punctual gal, at least from what he’d seen on social media and the text messages between the two of you from weeks/months before.

Anakin had the wonderful idea to log into your cell service providers website to pull your deleted messages from their data bank. You really should have better passwords.

The thing he was most worried about was his door dasher arriving on time. It was rare that one was too far off on arrival time, but it would be his shit luck and lack of planning that could ruin this little glimpse of you.

The minutes ticked by and he was alerted to the new motion sensors he’d placed near the LED pathway lights on the paved entrance to the apartment building. He quickly switched over to the hallway feed at the front door, seeing that it was his door dasher.

Damn you Trevor. How dare you get there before Sam.

Not to worry, he’d call for the door code and Anakin wouldn’t answer the first time. It wasn’t much but it would buy him a few seconds.

Though it seemed to be that luck was on his side as it often was when it came to you. Sam was so kind, kind enough to let the delivery guy into the building. Which is technically a security concern but Trevor didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be able to remember a 6 digit door code.

He was too busy staring at your friends ass to pay attention to the numbers she entered anyway.

The footsteps approached your door and his, Anakin waited until he heard Sam knock on your door before he opened his. Trevor stood patiently as Anakin slowly counted out his tip in cash and thankfully you were quick to let your friend inside. After the exchange was complete Anakin gave you a smile and wave.

He could’ve had a heart attack at the response you gave him.

A flirty little finger waggle and smile.

He had to remind himself to breathe and keep his expression a happy-neutral. He’d hate for you to see his blushing cheeks this early on.

“Have a good night girls.” He said as he closed his door and to his surprise you actually answered.

“You too!”

If he weren’t confident that you were a sweet and loving soul, he’d think you were trying to kill him with the siren song of your voice.

Stir fry had never tasted so fucking good.

Diary Entry: July 8th

Grocery day baby, here I come.

I love that you’re so predictable. I love that you’re so fucking cute and always try to strong arm your groceries in one trip. I love that it takes at least two good whacks to the trunk of your shitty old Nissan to properly close it.

It’s cute to watch you struggle with it, the annoyed huffs and angry scowl.

I thought you’d combust on the spot once when your paper grocery bag of flour and sugar ripped open and sent a plume of flour up on your black jeans. The parking lot was very empty and I was very glad because I’d hate for someone to have seen the cursing contest you had with yourself as you picked up your spilled items. Very unladylike you know. But it’s you so I don’t mind, I just like to hear you talk.

It’s almost time. I’ve been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes. Gotta account for the traffic on highway 76. Do you really have to shop all the way out there just because of the Whole Foods? C’mon baby they have the same shit at Kroger.

I’ve been watching your little blue dot on my phone and you’re rounding the corner so I’ll write you later doll.

I love you.

You pulled into the parking lot and sat in your car for a moment. Giving yourself the much need quiet to decompress from your work day and the grocery trip. After you’d checked your messages and scrolled for a moment you decided it was time to head inside before your frozen foods got… not so frozen.

You popped the trunk and fumbled with the faulty latch, your fingers feeling blindly under the metal lip until it finally detached and you were able to open the trunk.

You took a deep breath and scolded yourself for buying the extra few things that could’ve waited till next time. Second trips are for wimps and you weren’t one. So you loaded up your left arm bag by bag until you heard a humored puff of air and the beep of a car locking behind you.

“Need a hand sweetheart?” Anakin grinned, shoving his keys into his front pocket.

He waltzed over and took a few bags off your hands without waiting for a response. It took you aback, not because he hadn’t waited for permission, but because of the way he exuded an odd charm that made you falter.

“Anakin, really it’s alright I can get it.” You said, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion by his kind gesture.

“Mmm no, this seems like a two man mission sweet girl.” He smiled, gathering up a few the last few bags from the trunk and shutting it with one solid push.

“You really don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to.” He said tilting his head toward the apartment building to encourage you to walk with him. “I want to.”

“Thank you, that’s… thanks.” You smiled, a light blush creeping across your cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, tapping in the door code and holding it open for you despite holding many more bags than you.

Something about the low tone of voice or maybe just the way he looked at you with his icey blue eyes… just sent a chill down your spine. A quick one that was gone in an instant, replaced by a warm glow in the center of your chest.

“Guess chivalry’s not dead.” You joked.

“I’m no knight.” He laughed, “but you’re sure as hell a princess.”

‘Oh that was smooth.’ You thought, trying to ignore the heat at the bottom of your stomach.

What is happening? How on earth can one man be so… everything? Kind, caring, chivalrous and gorgeous to boot.

You felt a wave of embarrassment at the squeaky giggle you let out. He had you tore up from one little comment.

True to the gentleman he seemed to be, he chose not to push it and tease you about your beet red cheeks. He just waited patiently for you as you unlocked your door.

“Do you want me to bring these in for you?” He asked, watching your movements closely.

“Oh that would be great.” You said in relief, leading him into your kitchen.

“Cute little place.” He said, looking around the kitchenette and over to the living room.

He sat down your bags on the counter and started unloading them neatly into rows.

“Oh, you-“

“Mmm mmm.” He shook his head with a smirk, “Just let me help, it’s no big deal.”

You let out a puff of air in an amused sort of amazement and pulled out your little step stool to open up the cabinets. Anakin snickered from behind you as you stepped up and started putting things away.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder and almost said something snarky until you realized he was folding your paper grocery bags in the same way that you always do.

“Huh.” You laughed. “I thought I was the only one who did that.”

“Did what?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“Fold the bags.” You said, turning back around to continue placing your things where they belonged.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I dunno it’s just a habit I guess. Fits better in that stupid slot on the recycling bin this way.”

“Yeah I never really understood why they made them that way? I guess so people don’t just shove other trash in there.” You mused.

“Mmhm probably.” He agreed, stacking them neatly and gathering it in his hands. “Do you want me to take these out back for you?”

“I can do-“ You stopped yourself when Anakin raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side with a crooked smirk.

You sighed and gave him a downturned smile. “Yes, I would love for you to take them out back for me.”

“Good girl.” He nodded, clicking his tongue and heading for the door. “See ya princess.”

After he shut the door you let yourself breathe alittle easier, blowing out the air in a short puff through your nose. Maybe even letting a little smile cross your lips before you finished up your task.

You’d be thinking about that low rumble of his voice later. Good girl? Shit.

PART FIVE

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daniel ricciardo x raccoon shapeshifter!reader

w.c.: 2.1k

warnings: none :) (reader lowkey bullies danny though)

part of my shapeshifting!reader series

summary: you find ways to keep cool in the paddock

picture credits from tumblr :)

there were no words to explain the feeling you felt right now. your mind was fuzzy, your arms and legs goo. you groan as another wave of heat spreads across you.

you were talking about the weather in monaco, of course. this time of the year, the temperature was hitting record highs. you were left a sweaty mess every time you stepped an inch outside. to battle the heat, you frequented trips to the pool, often dragging your boyfriend along with you.

unfortunately, the sunscreen on your bare skin right now did you no justice as the harsh sun’s uv rays pierced straight through the sun protection and gave you sensitive, itchy skin. adjusting the sun umbrella above you, you took another sip of the cold lemonade that danny freshly squeezed minutes ago.

“good?” he asks, peering at you through his sunnies from his spot on a sun lounger.

you flash a thankful smile at him. “yep, thank you baby! it tastes so good in this monaco heat,” you reply. the lingering taste of the sour citrus mixed with just the right amount of sugar cools you off as much as the cold pool water does. he nods once, satisfied with your answer.

once you finish your drink, you set the glass aside and pick yourself up from your own sun lounger, and cannonball into the pool, purposefully soaking danny in the process. when you kick back onto the surface, you see your poor boyfriend sopping wet, dangling his moist phone out in front of him with two fingers.

“hey!” he protests, trying to dry off his phone as quickly as possible. “you are so dead when i catch you!”

you squeal as daniel tosses his now-dry phone off to the side and yanks off his muscle shirt before jumping in after you.

the rest of the evening is spent with danny chasing you around the pool with a pool noodle, trying to bonk you in the head, while you try to drown him (unsuccessfully) by climbing onto his shoulders.

by the time the sun touches the line of ocean in the distance, creating a hazy orange glow over everything, you are both exhausted. daniel helps you push together the padded sun loungers into a makeshift bed, and the two of you simultaneously sprawl yourselves horizontally over the soft cushions. the weather starts to feel nice, with a little breeze cooling your sunburnt skin. you lie there in comfortable silence, a hand playing with danny’s curls, legs tangled together. it was moments like these that you were grateful for. no stress, no intrusive paparazzi, and no work stuff. just you, danny, and the quiet gurgles of the pool suction cleaner.

there was no escaping the demanding world of f1 for long. like clockwork, you were back again the in paddock the next day, decked out in enchanté merch. like the day before, it was an insane temperature that you were sure allowed you to cook an egg on the pavement. you practically dragged danny past the paparazzi and screaming fans to get to the ac-conditioned driver’s room.

you weave through several vcarb employees on the way to the driver’s room, and almost fall trying to shove the door open in the haste to get inside.

“be careful!” danny chastises. “i don’t want you to fall.” reaching around you, he softly opens the door and pushes it open.

you press a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek and chirp a quick “thank you!” before racing inside.

before he can even set down his keys and his phone on the desk inside the room, you had already cracked open a cold red-bull from his fridge and stretched yourself out on the sofa.

“it’s not even that hot,” he laughs.

“yes it is!” you shoot back, sitting up from the couch. “it’s not fair you’re from australia where it’s always a billion degrees in the summer, so you’re used to it.” wiping a few drops of sweat from your heat-reddened face, you collapse back into your original position.

he rolls his eyes.

“you know what,” you continue, taking a sip of cold red bull, “i should totally shave my entire head right now. i bet that would make me way less sweatier!”

daniel whips around from where he picked up his phone a second ago, eyes wide. “baby, you are not shaving your hair. we both know you will most likely regret it the second the last hair leaves its hair follicle.” he pauses a moment, stifling a laugh. “also, i can’t promise i won’t laugh when you show up in the paddock completely bald. not to mention, i haven’t seen a hairless raccoon before!”

it’s now your turn to roll your eyes. “okay, danny, what do you suggest i do to battle the heat then?” you scoff. “should i…stroll around in a bikini?”

you watch as your boyfriends eyes widen in shock. “ha, i bet you would like that!” you tease.

“absolutely not!” he retorts. “you in a bikini is a sight only i should be able to see.”

to that statement, you let out a giggle.

before you can respond, a knock sounds on the door and daniel’s manager sticks his head in. he greets you with a quick wave before turning to your boyfriend.

“hey, just want to let you know that laurent is calling a team meeting in around two hours. i just wanted to let you know early so you can set an alarm or something. you better be there!”

to you, he instructs, “make sure danny gets to the meeting. last time he was late twenty minutes late and laurent was pissed!”

“aye, aye, captain!” you exclaim, giving him a mock salute.

he nods tersely, and shuts the door after himself.

fifteen minutes later, you find yourself padding out of daniel’s driver’s room in your raccoon form. it’s easier for you to hide in a little patch of shade when it gets too hot than if you were a regular human, you reason. like when you were entering, you weave through the vcarb employees, but this time through their legs. some of them stop to give you a few pats, since they are all used to you always scurrying around their feet. daniel shoots a few of them a wink and finger guns as he follows you out of the vcarb hospitality.

as soon as your paws touch the scorching pavement outside, you immediately know something is wrong- it’s way too hot for you to walk with no paw pad protection outside.

sensing your hesitation, danny kneels down, looking at you concerningly.

“you okay?” he asks. he touches the ground with the pads of his fingers experimentally, testing the temperature. within seconds, he retracts his hand with a yelp. “wow, the pavement sure is hot!” he states, shaking his hand to cool it off. you sit in the frame of the vcarb hospitality doorway, looking up at danny with your sad raccoon eyes. there’s no hesitation before you scoops you up into his arms. he supports your hind legs with one of his hands and loops his other arm around your body, keeping you feeling safe in his arms.

“alright, now to red bull,” he declares. (he always found himself going to annoy max when he had free time)

unfortunately, the red bull motorhome was all the way on the other end of the paddock from vcarb. as your boyfriend walked, he kept getting distracted by fans wanting autographs. like the kind man he was, he of course stopped and signed everything before continuing on. after being stopped by the sixth fan in the span of ten minutes, you weren’t even halfway across the paddock yet. you squirm in his hands, feeling a little uncomfortable by the sun beating down on you and your thick fur. daniel takes notice, and immediately pulls out a tiny tub of frozen grapes out of absolutely nowhere. you jerk back in surprise, because what kind of guy carries around a random tub of frozen grapes?

he laughs at your reaction before pulling the lid open and handing you a grape. you lick his hand as a thank-you and grab the grape with both paws. immediately, you shove it into your mouth. it’s cold, crunchy, and perfectly delicious. reaching out, you make grabby-paws, gesturing for more. your satisfying purring attracts the attention of some teenage fans nearby. they run, squealing, overjoyed to find not only daniel ricciardo, but also a cute raccoon.

“can we feed your raccoon some grapes too?” they ask hopefully.

you give danny a small nod with your furry head and he hands them several grapes. one of the girls hands you the frozen fruit as a boy pets your head. after a few grapes, they pose for a photo with you (they make danny take the photo), and leave shortly after.

“huh,” daniel notes. “it seemed that they were here more for you than for me!”

you flash him a smile with your canines out.

once you arrive at the redbull hospitality, danny lets you down. while he asks one of the engineers for the location of max, you pad around the eating area. snatching a piece of corn-on-the cob from catering, you settle down underneath one of the tables to eat your stolen snack.

your boyfriend pulls you out from under the table a few minutes later, ignoring your pissed-off hissing for dragging you away from your corn.

“we gotta go back to my driver’s room,” he says exasperatedly, giving you a few calming pats on your back. “you can have your corn later. anyways, max is apparently in his drivers room ‘playing with his pet cat’ or whatever that means. i didn’t even see him bring a cat into the paddock!” without another word, he picks you up and starts heading to the exit.

you chitter, expressing your annoyance. you probably had to introduce him to max’s shapeshifter girlfriend later.

before he can leave the red bull hospitality, you wriggle in his arms, conveying your distaste for going out into the sun again. frowning slightly, he turns around before setting you back on the ground. you scamper as far as you can into the motorhome, away from the doorway leading you to the blazing outside. making sure danny is following you, only stopping when you reach some stairs. both of you climb up the stairs to find another seating area. to your surprise, yuki lays on one of the cushioned couches, a grey bunny in his arms. he waves to daniel and raises his eyebrow at you walking around near your boyfriend's feet, but doesn’t stop hand-feeding the bunny watermelon cubes. you spare the animal a suspicious glance before inching yourself towards a second set of stairs at the end of the seating area.

when you reach the top of the stairs, you find yourself again in the heat. blinking your eyes to adjust from the sudden brightness, you realize that in front of you lies a big pool with a red bull logo on the bottom. it’s surprisingly empty. behind you, danny steps into the top level of the red bull hospitality too. you turn around and blink at him innocently. he realizes your intent a second too late.

you sprint straight towards the pool and jump in headfirst. the cool water feels so nice against your overheated body.

danny sprints over to the edge of the pool, looking extremely aghast.

“oh my god, baby! get out of the pool right now! i’m not sure they’re allowing people to swim in there right now, much less a raccoon!”

you intentionally pretend not to hear him, paddling in little circles around the middle of the pool.

suddenly, you hear a person clear their throat from the stairs. you look away from danny, who was currently circling the pool trying to find the best way to fish you out.

in front of you stands geri halliwell-horner, dressed in a modest white dress.

“i don’t see a problem with your girlfriend swimming in the pool, and i’m sure christian agrees with me!” she says, smiling.

you both gape at her, mouths open. not only were you blessed by the presence of ginger spice herself, but she also knew your secret shapeshifting ability? that was wild.

you chatter appreciatively at geri, and swim over to the edge of the pool.

“geri!” your boyfriend says sheepishly. “thank you for clarifying. i just wanted to make sure it was okay to be in the pool, but my girlfriend-” he shoots you a glare- “decided it was a good idea to just jump in!”

making sure daniel was distracted explaining himself to christian’s wife, you climbed onto to a the sofa before jump-kicking your unsuspecting boyfriend straight into the redbull pool.

he surfaces a second later at the edge, gasping, to your taunting raccoon squeals and geri’s surprised laughter.

“great!” he grumbles. “i’m cooled off now, but how am i going to explain to the laurent and the rest of the engineers why i’m sopping wet?”

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comet-forgot-you · 1 month

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Part 2 of mean girl!amber and loser!reader PLEASE.

(Maybe with choking on this part 2? It’s fine if no)

your wish is my command or however it goes. pt. 1

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

you were walking through the halls of your residential building, passing the multiple dorm rooms to get to your own. you heard her before you saw her, she had a very distinct voice, one you could recognize blindfolded.

you had been avoiding her since the night at the bar, embarrassment flushing through you every time your eyes landed on her. why the hell was she here? she lived in a completely different building, what the hell was she doing here?

you look up from your phone, eyes landing on her. she was talking to your neighbor across the hall. the closer you get, the clearer their conversation gets. they were talking about you, mainly where your dorm was and where you could be. the moment her eyes land on yours, she’s brushing your neighbor off, making her way to you.

“y/n,” she greets, an almost sarcastic tone in her voice.

“amber.” you push your way past her, greeting your neighbor who looked between the two of you confused. you open your door, turning to face amber who was following after you. “what do you want?”

amber glances at your neighbor for a split second and you walk into your room. amber follows quickly after you, letting the door close behind her. “you’ve been avoiding me.” you tense slightly, she noticed?

“no i haven’t.”

“yes you have. you leave class super fucking early, you don’t look at me, and it seems like every time you do you’re leaving the room immediately.” you roll your eyes.

“maybe i’m just tired of you, ever thought about that?” the words are mean, you know it. but she’s been a lot meaner.

“if you were tired of me you wouldn’t have eaten me out like your life depended on it on the floor of a bar.” your stomach sinks at the reminder, the flash of her camera recording you still engraved in your mind.

“why are you here?” she glances around your room, slowly making her way towards you.

“i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. the video only help so much.”

“you came to my dorm, asked my neighbor about me, just because you needed a quick fuck? get the fuck out.” she’s a lot closer to you now, mere inches stood between the two of you.

“isn’t it my job to be mean to you?” her eyes are blown, you can feel yourself slowly caving for her. “you were being such a slut for me, don’t you want more?” you swallow thickly. fuck you do want more. more is all you have been thinking about.

your hands find her waist, slowly creeping closer to her. “maybe i do,” you whisper. amber smiles, she knows she’s so close to getting what she wants. your lips are almost touching, amber’s keep glancing down to yours.

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

“have more then.” your lips are pressed against hers and amber’s hand cups your cheek. fuck. you can’t keep your hands to yourself, they’re groping her body, tugging at the hem of her shirt. the two of you break away from the kiss to pull the shirt over her head. the moment it drops to the floor, your lips are back against each other, your fingers fumbling with the clasps of her bra.

you take it off just as quickly as you took her shirt off, tossing it with her shirt, and amber huffs, pulling sway slightly. “i dressed all pretty for you and you didn’t even notice,” she complains. you don’t listen to her, your eyes falling to her tits.

they’re so pretty, you can’t help but tweak her perked nipples with your fingers. she arches into you and your eyes finally meet your own. they’re blown, full of need, her lips formed into a small pout. you push her back until she hits the bed and you nod, signaling for her to climb into your bed.

you follow right after her, knee pressing against her clothed cunt. her hips buck against you at the slight contact, a moan falling from her lips. you take her nipple into your mouth, your fingers toying with the other. “fuck,” she hisses, her fingers tangling into your hair, pulling you closer.

your teeth barely graze her bud before pulling off with a quiet pop, switching to her other nipple. you massage her tit, kneading it between your fingers. she was so fucking pretty, and the noises she made? fuckk.

you suck marks into the skin of her boobs, claiming them as your own. amber’s growing impatient below you, your movements against her feeling so good but forcing the ache between her thighs to grow. “y/n,” she whines, you’re sure she doesn’t mean to. not when she’s swallowing thickly, clearing her throat.

“hmm?” you trail down her stomach, leaving red marks against her pale skin. she bucks again.

“put that filthy tongue to good use, yeah?”

you look up at her, still sucking a deep mark into her skin. her abs tense against your lips as she sits up slightly. you take your phone from your pocket, placing it next to amber. you pull away from her, discarding your pants. “you’re so mean amber, how about we put that pretty little mouth to use, hmm?” you position your cunt just above her face and amber swallows hard, her eyes taking in your glistening folds.

she stares for a second, then two, then she’s wrapping her arms around your thighs to pull you down against her mouth. she’s quick to lap at your cunt, a moan escaping you at her determined actions.

your hips rock against her, her nose bumping against your clit ever so slightly with every roll of your hips. you grip the pillow beneath her head, desperate for any sort of stability. her tongue prods at your entrance, circling it, before entering.

she guides you to roll your lips against her hot mouth, her tongue circling your clit for a moment, before she’s pulling your hips so her tongue is licking away at your entrance.

you clamp around her tongue just barely, her grip on your thighs is certain to leave bruises. she works at your cunt until you cum, your slick leaving a thin coat on her chin. she’s whining into your cunt, her hips bucking to meet nothing.

“please,” she moans out. its all it takes for you to crawl off of her, settling between her thighs. you discard the rest of her clothing, your lips meeting her own, fingers swiping through her soaked folds.

you taste yourself on her tongue and it sends a wave of hear throughout your body. amber hisses the moment your fingers graze her clit, her hips desperately jerking against you. “please,” she groans against your lips. you smile, your fingers sinking into her cunt.

you pick your phone up, pulling away from her to open your camera. “gonna record this again, for me this time.” you smirk as her shaky hands take your phone, angling it to focus on you as you take her clit into your mouth.

you suck harshly, eliciting a suppressed moan from her. you pull away quickly, her jaw clenching, “why the fuck did you stop?”

“stop keeping those pretty moans back now that you’re on camera. i want to hear them all when i’m watching it later.” despite her stern look, one full of annoyance, lacking any sort of reaction, her walls clench around your fingers. “c’mon, don’t try to hide how horny you are amber. you can’t hide how badly you want me. don’t forget that you’re the one that came to me for more.”

she knows your right, moment pass of your fingers just barely providing her any pleasure before she’s breaking. “fuck, okay, please. i’m sorry, just fuck me. i need you so bad,” she breathes out, her hips bucking up.

you smile, taking her clit back into your mouth and picking up your pace. your fingers scissor in and out of her cunt. amber’s not holding back anymore, her moans are loud, fingers gripping your phone so harshly as she tries her best to keep it steady.

your abuse on her cunt is just what she needed, just what she had been craving since your last night together. she’s a lot more vocal this time, she can’t find it in herself to be ashamed that the loser she had been teasing nonstop was fucking her, and was fucking her so good.

her walls squeeze your fingers as you fuck into her rhythmically. “pleasepleaseplease,” she whines out, her free hand tangling into your hair. you glance up at her, she’s so desperate, her bottom lip taken between her teeth.

you take the phone from her hold, holding the camera to face her. she was far too pretty not to get on camera. her eyes widen the second the camera lands on her face, her lips trembling slightly as you push her closer and closer to her edge.

you pull away from her clit, making sure to resume your tongue’s actions with your thumb. you force the camera into her hold, angling it to show her tits and you smile, groping her tits with your now free hand. she moans out at the feeling, arching into your palm.

she nearly drops the phone as your fingers curl inside of her cunt. “you’re my slut, amber.” her eyes flicker to your blown ones, they’re focused on your phone screen and a bit of jealousy builds in her. of course, you were looking at her through the screen, but your werent looking at her.

she lets the phone go with one of her hands, letting her fingers curl around your neck. she squeezes harshly and you let out a whimper at the feeling. your eyes fall to meet her own and she has a stern look in her eye. “eyes on me.” and you listen. you don’t tear your eyes from her body any more. it was as if your phone had completely vanished from you focus. she smiles, pulling you closer to her by your neck. “just like that, baby.”

your fingers curl, hitting that spongy spot inside of the girl that has her taking her lip between her teeth, head dropping slightly. a loud moan erupts from the girl, her walls squeezing your fingers tightly. “fuck,” she picks her head back up to look at you, her eyes meeting your own in a silent plea. you hum against her cunt and its all she needs to send her tumbling over the edge.

her walls squeeze your fingers as if it were milking them, her thighs shaking slightly. her hips jerk with every other stroke you make. you take the camera from her hold, bringing it to show her sopping cunt. she huffs at you’re scattered attention and you’re quick to snap the camera back to her face.

she’s fucked out, cheeks flushed, hair a mess. she looks so fucking cute. you trail kisses up her body until you reach her lips, finally shutting your phone off and tossing it somewhere on your bed. “are you gonna let me have your number or are you just gonna stalk me when you wanna fuck again?”

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minniesmutt · 3 months

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“I feel bad you’re using your nice camera for a porn shoot,” Chan said from his bed as he watched his girlfriend set up her camera equipment.

“The quality is much better than a phone so I don’t mind.” Y/n smiled over her shoulder at him.

“You just want exclusive photos for yourself.” Chan grabbed her waist as she walked by him and pulled her onto his lap. Y/n giggled as he started kissing her cheek, his hand running over her thighs.

“I wasn’t done yet.” Y/n giggled.

“Mhm.” Chan reluctantly let go of his girlfriend and laid back on the bed.

The couple came back to Chan’s apartment after their sex shop date and did his usual single photos for his only fans— well, after going for a quick round. Chan was very impressed with how the photos came out on the camera and just how professional Y/n was about it. The last part he found rather hot too and now was needy for his girlfriend.

So the entire time she had been trying to set up, he’d been trying to distract her, asking questions but in reality just watching her perfect lips move as she talked, not listening to a single word. Or keeping his eyes on her ass as she walked around the room, especially since she was just in his t-shirt. Something he’s come to love seeing her in.

“You ready?” Y/n asked from behind her camera.

“How are we taking photos like this again?” Chan asked

“I’m recording video and I’ll pull stills from it,” Y/n sighed. To be fair, it was his third time asking that question.

“M’kay. Hit record and come over here,” Chan sat up and made grabby hands at her.

Y/n giggled as she double-checked the angle before hitting record and waddling over to him. Chan pulled her onto his lap once she was in arms reach, having her straddle him, hands holding her waist as his lips met hers. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss.

Chan moaned as she rolled her hips against his hard-on. His hands pushed up her t-shirt before she pulled away and tossed the fabric off her body. “So fucking pretty,” Chan whispered as he kissed her neck.

Y/n ran her hands through his dark locks. His large hands move down to grab her ass and pull her closer to him. Chest to chest as he licked up the column of her neck.

“Tryna get photos or make a home video here babe?” Y/n asked

“I don’t mind having our little sex tape. Just for the two of us,” Chan smiled as he kissed her jaw, “what do you say, bun?”

“Just for us?” Y/n asked

“Just for us bunny,” Chan confirmed

“Better put on a show, Chrissy.”

Chan smiled and bit the skin under her jaw and sucked a mark before he fixed their position. Laying her on her stomach on the pillows and moving slightly to fix the camera angle then moving back to kiss down her back. He still had on the collar from the singles she took of him and she could feel a bit of the metal on her back.

“My bunny’s missing her tail,” Chan mumbled as he kissed the swell of her ass.

Y/n learned that when her oh-so-precious boyfriend wandered off on their date earlier, he’d found a little bunny tail. Mainly bringing it over to show her because he thought it was cute. He was not suggesting anything. Giggling a little bit as he showed her. Somehow the conversation had ended with them buying the little plug. No harm in trying something new— he also found a little bunny set but opted to not get it at the time.

Chan laid on his stomach while his hands spread her cheeks apart and licked a stripe up from her cunt to ass. Y/n moaned into the pillow as he repeated the action before getting off the bed and grabbing the plug and a bottle of lube. He set the tail down on the mattress and then pulled her lower half onto her knees. Chan opened the bottle and put some on his fingers.

“Ready?” Chan asked as he leaned over her, finger running between her cheeks

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded as his free hand intertwined with one of hers.

Chan slowly pushed his finger into her tight hole. Y/n gasped and instinctually squeezed around him. Chan leaned down and kissed her shoulder, “I got you, babe,” Chan whispered.

He continued whispering praises and sweet nothings in her skin, pressing kisses everywhere he could. Taking time to help her relax before slowly inching his finger in more. Repeating the process till he was slowly thrusting his finger in and out of her.

“Fuck,” Y/n whined into the pillow

“What’s going on in that pretty brain of yours bunny?” Chan asked

“Feel good,” Y/n moaned

“Yeah? Think can handle another one?” “Yes.”

Chan kissed her spine as he slowly pushed a second finger into her, repeating the same process as earlier until he was thrusting in and out of her and scissoring her hole open. Y/n gripped the pillow with her free hand and muffled her moans with it as well.

“Let me hear you bunny,” Chan released her hand for a moment to move the pillow out of the way, turning her head to the side to hear the whiny moans that fell out of her mouth.

Chan pumped his fingers in and out until he and Y/n were both content enough to slide the plug in. Chan lubed up the tail’s silicone base and slowly slipped into his girlfriend. Y/n moaned into the mattress as the toy slipped into her.

Chan smiled when the toy was fully in. He gave her a quick slap on the ass. “Pretty little bunny,” Chan smiled wider as he lined his cock up with her entrance.

He pushed the tip in and grabbed hold of her hips as he sank in the rest of the way. Both moaned as he stretched her walls out. He gave them both a minute to adjust before Y/n told him to move.

Chan pulled out and slowly pushed back into her. Hands gripping onto her hips and pulling her back against him. His eyes watched the bunny tail hide the site of him disappearing inside of her, one of his favorite things about this position.

Gradually, his pace sped up until he was leaning over her with his hands pressed against her shoulders and pounding into her. Her walls clenched around his cock with each thrust. One of his hands slipped under her body and found its way to her puffy clit and rubbed circles into it. Y/n bucked her hips against his hand.

His pace stuttered a bit as he felt himself coming close to his high as he worked to get his girlfriend to hers before him. His fingers rubbed her clit faster before her walls clamped down around him as she came on his cock.

Chan chased his high, fucking her right through hers as he’d done plenty of times before. Sitting up straight on his knees and grabbing her hips, bringing them back to meet his thrusts before he felt the rope about to snap and pulled out. Jacking off till his cum shot out onto her ass and lower back.

Both took a few moments to catch their breaths before Chan laid her fully down on the bed and moved to turn the camera off.

“You got it?” Y/n asked from the bed

“Yeah babe,” Chan said as he stopped the recording and moved back over to the bed for a moment. He leaned down and pressed his lips to his girlfriend’s head before moving to take the plug out slowly.

Once he got the toy out, he left the room momentarily to grab water and a rag to clean her up before coming back and cleaning the come off her back. Then taking off the collar.

“I love you,” Chan told her as he pulled her body on top of his, rubbing her back

“I love you too,” Y/n smiled, “But can we go shower before we get too comfy?”

“But I��m already comfy,” Chan whined, which made her glare at him, “Alright.”

Chan got her into the bathroom before grabbing clothes for the two of them. Y/n did her bit of aftercare while she waited for him to come back and turn the shower on so they could wash up and then go to seep

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joocomics · 6 months

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LOSER(S): part two

read part one here

pairing: youtuber!theo x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 4.4k

summary: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

contains: neighbours au, enemies to lovers trope, dom!reader, brat tamer!reader, banter, unprotected sex, dirty talk, masturbation, overstimulation (m!rec), oral sex (m/f), light humiliation kink (m!rec), face slapping (m!rec), name calling

Taeyang lost count of how many times he had to sit down to play the same game from the beginning in the last three hours.

He adjusts the camera on its usual angle, hits record, only to toss his headset across the desk ten minutes later, and just stare stupidly at the computer screen.

It’s been a week since you slept together and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. Not only does the fact you’re constantly on his mind torturing him, but also the images that come along with the thoughts of you.

Your hand wrapped around his neck. Your breath sticking to his mouth as you call him names, bad names, mean words that would infuriate him in every other situation, but not this one.

And the more days fly by, the more those images seem not enough for him anymore. He begins to expand on them with moments where you slap his face while you ride him. Or his cock - it probably hurts, but that’s the new thing that he’s been curious about what it would feel like from you.

He wants you to punish him for all the sleepless nights you had because of his games; for all those arguments you’ve had in the middle of the hallway; for all the times he slammed his door in your face.

Taeyang opens the little drawer of his desk and pulls out the panties you let him keep from that day. It won’t feel as exciting as the first time he used them, because they’re straight out from the laundry and they don’t hold your scent anymore, but it’s better than just his bare hand.

He feels stupid; really stupid. But the embarrassment fades down the moment he covers his semi hard on with the delicate lace you wore the afternoon he fucked you.

He’s never watched any videos where the man is submissive, or gets humiliated and commanded. He’s never had any interest in experiencing anything like that, until now. Until you.

His moans slip from his lips more and more desperate in the silence of his room. His eyes are squeezed shut while his mind visualises your naked body once again; your hands and mouth are everywhere on him all at once as you use him for your own personal pleasure.

“Fuck… p-please, please, please—“ Taeyang whispers in a rush over and over again, as if you are here forcing him to ask for permission to cum.

He breaks down in his chair as the rush from this new unfamiliar fantasy brings him to his peak. The pair of panties, now messy from his orgasm, are wrapped around his cock and he holds them there for a moment till he calms down.

He has to try to film next week’s video again, but all he can think about is what the fuck did you do to him.

It was just a hook up.

There’s nothing wrong in having some fun once in a while. What does it matter if it was with the youtuber Choi Taeyang who also happens to live next door? You had a nice time together, and it won’t happen again, because you can’t stand each other - even after having an amazing mind blowing sex. Especially after that…

Nothing has changed. In fact, everything remains the same, except that he for whatever reason decided to do some of the talking online.

“You’re talking shit about me in your new video!”

Taeyang remains silent for a few seconds, because at first he doesn’t remember doing such thing.

“Oh, I think you mean the video before the one I uploaded today… The one from today is the new one.”

“I don’t care.” You throw hands in the air. “Will you please explain where that’s coming from?”

Taeyang folds arms in front of his chest while skimming your body up and down in the most obvious way. You’re wearing a pair of comfy shorts and a graphic tee; so different than all the buttoned up shirts and fancy trousers he always sees you wearing for work. Judging by the look, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning on going out with anyone although it’s Friday night.

Not that he cares.

“I filmed that before we slept together.”

“Because that makes it better?”

Realising that this conversation isn’t going to end soon, Taeyang opens the front door fully and steps aside to let you in.

You try to avoid looking around too much, but you can’t deny that you’re curious about what the rest of his apartment looks like. It has a nice fresh scent that instantly adds to the welcoming atmosphere of his simple interior.

“I thought you’re familiar with my filming schedule.” Taeyang follows close behind you.

You are, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He moves your hair carefully to the side and you feel his lips trace your skin from your shoulder all the way to your neck. It’s such a small portion of skin, but it makes your whole body crave him.

“I don’t keep up with your channel anymore.” Your voice starts softening at the subtle contact of his tongue. It brings back the memories from last week, and your heart flutters at the thought of repeating it all.

You force your legs to take a few steps forward, and you leave him hanging. Wanting to make him work for it a little bit longer, you begin to explore the living room in the mean time.

“I wouldn’t have known about it if a friend of mine didn’t send me a clip of you ranting about the annoying neighbour that makes you want to jump from the window, because she made it her life mission to ruin your whole life.“ You glare at him for a moment before taking a seat on the middle of his couch. “It wasn’t hard for her to figure it out.”

Taeyang smirks, as his tall figure stands in front of you, blocking the view of the multiple posters at the wall.

“So you talk about me to your friend, I’m flattered.”

“Not nice things,” you cross one leg over the other, acting as if you’re oblivious to his gaze that’s focused on you, “so don’t be.”

The perky smile doesn’t leave his face when he squats down, locking eyes with yours. His hands swiftly separate your legs, and that simple act alone brings an insane amount of arousal into your body.

“You did made me want to jump from the window that day.” He comments, gliding his palms up and down your bare skin. “But I was also hoping you’d come back, and you did.”

His mouth now roams along your inner thigh through wet kisses, as he speaks, while his hand caresses the outer side of it.

“Do you know what’s the most annoying part of all of this?”

“Tell me,” you say, trying to keep your tone firm and relaxed despite the warm need that’s forming in the pit of your stomach.

You sense his right hand playing with the fabric of your shorts, sneaking under it to feel your panties. They make him impatient though, and after he grips on the waistband you quickly lift up just enough so he can pull them down.

“There isn’t a moment when I’m not turned on by you cussing at me. You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad at me, doll.”

You feel the tension in the air getting thicker from his words that accompany his needy touch.

“You like being scolded, hm?” You rest your hand on top of his head, as you feel his tongue sneaking through his lips. The sudden wet contact provokes your legs to spread wider at the possibility to feel it closer to your heat.

Taeyang swipes his flat tongue along your cunt that’s hidden from your thin underwear. His palms press against your hips, as he buries his face further, humming as a response.

“Easy, Tae,” you chuckle.

The nickname surprises him, and he pulls back to find your eyes.

“I need you.” His voice softens as he speaks out the words.

You’ve never heard this tone from him before.

“I need you so bad, Y/N.”

“Do you promise not to talk shit about me ever again?”

You lift his chin even higher with your index finger while he stays on his knees for you.

“Promise.” He replies with a smirk which disappears so quickly from your thumb tugging on his lip that you almost miss it.

It’s surprising how easily he succumbs to your control. It almost feels like he’s playing with you, and you test him again with another question.

“Will you do as I say?”

Taeyang nods staring back with lust in his eyes.

“Words.”

“Yes, yes, beautiful…” He stops talking when you slide your fingers through his lips, and continues, after you gather some of his saliva. “I will.”

“I didn’t expect to see you so obedient, Tae.” You push your panties to the side and spread the moisture all over your clit, mixing it with the one that’s already been wetting your folds. “I like this version of you.”

“You got me this way, doll.” Taeyang follows the slow motions of your fingers, and his mouth waters at the sight. The memory of your sweet taste invades his senses. “Let me help you feel good.”

You guide your foot up and down his thigh, as you build your arousal in front of him.

“What can you do for me?” You ask, knowing that talking is the last thing he wants to do right now. You lead your leg to his crotch area where the contour of his erection calls for your attention. It starts twitching beneath the fabric of his sweats the second it feels the pressure of your foot.

“Anything you want, baby.. shit—“ His mouth stays open when you start stimulating him by rubbing his length. “Just tell me, please. Wanna taste you so fuckin’ bad.”

“Oh, baby, you’re leaking already,” you pout at the dark stain that appeared under your foot. Taeyang can only whine, as the place you keep rubbing in a rapid speed gets hotter from the pleasant friction. “You look like you really need to cum, pretty boy… too bad I prefer to cum first.”

Taeyang’s attention goes back and forth between your daring eyes, and your fingers gliding through your squelching entrance. He’s slowly becoming more and more submissive, and you can’t stop gushing over how hot he looks in this kind of desperate state.

“Wanna make you cum first, gorgeous…” Taeyang mutters, but his hips jerk up, needy to feel more of your touch. “Can I?”

“You can,” you reply, seeing his gaze lit up. “Go on, put that dirty mouth to good use for once.”

After moving your hand away, Taeyang leans in and attaches his tongue to your heat with the same force he did the first time. It makes you gasp, and hold the back of his head as the imensive pleasure flows through your body.

The difference is in the sounds that manage to escape from his mouth as his tongue devours your slickness - they’re not intense, grumpy groans, but vulnerable blissful ones, and you try to stay calm so you can hear more of them, but you can’t hold the emotions in for long.

“Oh, f-fuck, Tae—“ Your fingers tangle around the roots of his hair and tug from the way he digs even deeper into your cunt the moment you start to shake. Your arousal trickles down from your folds. “Oh, fuck, just like that…”

Provoked by your pretty moans, Taeyang pulls you down a bit, focusing the tip of his tongue on your clenching hole. He slurps eagerly from your leaking pleasure before licking a stripe all the way to your clit.

You don’t need to tell him to go faster. He can tell you’re close by your loud pants, and the way your face twitches, and your spine bends. Your toes curl in the air the moment he dives back in to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves meanwhile his two long fingers slide inside you, rubbing your walls.

“S’ close—“ You choke on your whines, as your hand keeps him as close to your clit as possible.

The quick way his fingers work in and out of you in sync with his lapping tongue bring your orgasm just a second later, and Taeyang tries his best to keep your body steady on the couch with one hand as you squirm from the sensations.

His own hitched sounds get lost from your overwhelmed voice that echoes throughout the room in a high pitched tone. You stopped caring about who might hear you through the thin walls a long time ago.

You realise amused that Taeyang still gathers from your juices by open mouthed kisses even after you come back to your senses.

“That’s enough, you had your fun.” You take his jaw and squish his flushed cheeks, observing his swollen lips and sharp chin that’s messy from your arousal. As much as all that turns you on nothing can compare to the dazed look in his eyes - like he’s ready to take anything you give him.

“There isn’t a moment when I’m not turned on by you cussing at me.” His words from earlier echo into your mind. “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad at me…”

“You’re so pathetically horny, I don’t even have to ask if you’ve been using my underwear to get off.” You slightly raise your brow, then grunt at the shameless smile that creeps up on his lips. It earns a light slap on the cheek. “Such a loser.”

At this point Taeyang is one hundred percent sure he’s leaking through his boxers. He’s so turned on that he’s grateful for every small friction he gets from the cotton fabric that’s repressing his cock.

“Filled them with my cum three times.” He adds through his puffy lips that still glisten with your essence.

You try to cover up your half-smile caused by his cheeky attitude through a huff. You slap him again, but harder, and he presses his tongue against the inner side of his cheek.

“You liked it, didn’t you, perv?”

“I fuckin’ loved it.” He responds, successfully maintaining eye contact. You can feel the heat coming from his stare and it makes you feel dizzy, like you just took five shots at once.

The smacking sound fills the room again, and Taeyang’s head tilts slightly to one side. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth; his skin runs hot.

“Three slaps for the three times you used my panties like a desperate whore.”

You lean back comfortably on the back of the couch, trying to ignore the way your heart races from what just happened, but also at the image of him masturbating with your lingerie.

You tell him to strip, and he quickly gets rid of his clothes, leaving them crumpled up on the floor. After his slim figure hovers over you again, his big cock enters your vision. You lean forward and run your fingertip along its length, feeling its warm skin and every vein.

The instant twitching when you reach his tip that’s oozing deliciously with transparent essence, makes you bite your lip playfully. You give it a light feathery touch, and suddenly the only thing on your mind is to make Taeyang break down from pleasure. To milk him dry.

“Sit down.” You command, switching places with him. “No touching from now on, got it?”

“Got it.” Taeyang responds, and you notice his one hand going towards his balls, as you kneel between his legs.

You grab his wrists roughly, forcing his eyes to shoot back at you.

“You’re not allowed to touch me or yourself.”

You release his arms, hearing a sigh of disappointment. For a moment he doesn’t know where to put his hands and the awkward way he finally drops them on top of his thighs makes you laugh.

“Not used to being a submissive boy, huh?” You tap his leaky tip at the centre, and Taeyang’s tummy clenches from the sensitivity.

The ringing sound of you mocking him makes his heart flutter which doesn’t help the burning in his core cool down.

He stays silent, but judging from his dark gaze that’s solely focused on your hand hovering over his desperate erection, makes you feel like you’re both thinking about the same thing, so you do it - you give his cock a light smack.

“Fuckk—“ He sucks in a sharp breath. He bites on his lower lip with force, throwing his head back while the shocking thrill fades down. “No… I’m not.” He admits noticing you getting closer to his shaft.

He wants to snap at you to take it, but another part of him wants to indulge in this new game that you introduced to him; a game where he waits and receives whatever you decide to give him.

“You’ll learn. You need some taming, Choi Taeyang.” You give him one last glance, then release a thick string of spit on his cock before taking it in your hand.

You forgot how heavy he feels and your thighs already start rubbing against one another. You stroke it up and down slowly, appreciating the way it looks under the control of your fist.

“Such a big nice cock for someone who doesn’t know how to behave properly, tsk…” The speed of your hand quickens, and Taeyang’s chest starts to rise rapidly, his fingers form two strong fists. “What a waste,” you spit out bluntly, smearing the precum even faster.

You have to admit, you enjoy this dominant role more than you expected.

“Ahh, s-shit…” Taeyang’s built up desperation becomes even more apparent now as his tone gets mellow from the stimulation. The rush inside his tummy grows bigger with every next twist, and every new remark you decide to throw at him.

In the middle of his moans he turns quiet; too baffled from the sudden wrapping of your lips around him to say or do anything. His jaw drops as he finally gets to experience what your tongue feels like glued to his dick.

“Y/N—“ he sighs, running fingers through his hair. His tongue swipes his lips at the arousing sight of your head bobbing up and down his length; your small fist helping out by twirling around what you can’t fit inside your mouth.

Not that you can’t fit the rest of him. You can, with a little bit of effort and inevitable choking. You just don’t want to yet. He’s fully aware of that.

Taeyang’s instant reflex is to hold your head, but he stops himself on time, and his palms return to rest on both sides of his body, meanwhile, you keep humming around his throbbing erection. The amount of saliva dripping from your lips coated all of him nicely, making your hand drag along even more smoothly as you aim for his climax.

The warm void of your mouth feels so unbelievably good he starts to feel woozy, losing his entire trail of thoughts.

You gasp for air once you finally peel off. A string of drool connects you to his angry red tip before you break it off by furiously pumping his cock.

“Come on,” you encourage him, as you don’t stop jerking him off close to your charming face, “cum like the desperate boy you are, Tae…”

And like that, hypnotised by your voice and the way you use that nickname, Taeyang lets it all out. The thick ropes of cum shoot all over his stomach while his heavy eyes stay shut, and his balls clench overwhelmingly.

You bite on your lip, patiently baring your own heat between your legs as you watch him cum all over himself. Your eyes trace all the way up to the veins on his neck, and his parted lips that drop heavy pants.

Taeyang tugs on his own hair finally turning his attention back to you. He seems high, and his heavy gaze follows lazily the way you stick out your tongue to taste him, after his poor cock hits his tummy, all flushed and smeared with sticky liquid.

“Mmm, you taste nice.” You mewl, passing your flat tongue over his stomach to collect the thick essence, taking it down your throat. “I could’ve let you cum in my mouth, but I don’t think you deserve that yet.” You leave a few wet kisses around his bellybutton before sucking lightly. Taeyang humms, and glances down only to see that you’ve licked all of his seed to the last drop.

“Hope I can earn that privilege.” Taeyang’s deep voice makes your heart swell with how raspy it suddenly sounds.

You bring your hands up his chest, teasing his left nipple with your manicured fingers.

“Give me one more and maybe you will earn it sooner than you think.”

When he sees his softening cock going in your hand again, a shocking thrill shoots through his core, and it makes him wince in his seat. His muscles tense all over again at what’s possibly coming.

“Shhh, it’s not that bad,” you burst laughing at his widening eyes. He noticed his own words coming out of your lips. “I know you still have more to give me…”

Every time you smile amused at his dick he gets butterflies in his tummy like a teenager falling in love; for a moment he didn’t even grasp what you’re asking of him.

“Fuck, wait—“

But it’s too late. You’re already getting back to twirling your fist, eager to feel it hardening in your palm.

Taeyang leans his arms over the back of the couch, giving you a nice view of his throat that keeps gulping after he tilts his head back.

You stay kneeling between his feet, gliding your fist in a merciless pace. You want to make him cum again, and you want to do it as soon as possible. The wet noise mixes with his hitched breathing, he’s not even making sounds anymore; the new rush that’s building up from his sensitivity doesn’t allow him to do anything else except try to control his heavy breaths.

“Oh my god,” Taeyang lifts one arm and takes his fist to his mouth. He can feel the familiar sensation inside him bubbling up, fast and intense. “Fuck, gonna cum again-“ His voice cracks just as his thighs start to tremble around you. “Please, take it in your mouth, p-please, Y/N, shit—“

Your fingers keep up the pressure around his thickness and a moment later they’re dripping with mess again.

“Oops, I forgot.” Your bottom lip puckers out in a fake pout, as you still hold his member trapped in your fist. It’s so pathetically red and swollen. You blow on it once, and Taeyang squirms before finally facing you. “You came too quickly, pretty boy. You left me no time to put it in my mouth.”

His raspy low voice mumbles something in the lines of you’re doing it too good, and you tell him that he’s just too weak.

You don’t give him much time to regain control over his breathing, and your lips stretch out to take him deep into your mouth.

The fact he’s lost in the warmth of your small mouth again has Taeyang’s mind turning blank. He’s sensitive in general, and when you begin to move all the way down to his abdomen after he just came for the second time, completely makes him crumble.

For the first time you hear him whimper; yearn.

It’s obvious he’s trying his best to maintain his calmness, but at this point it’s impossible. Everything becomes too much for him - your tongue twirling around his cock head, the sucking and lewd slurping as you keep up the insane rapid speed that has the living room spinning in front of him. The bumping against your throat. The gagging. The vibrations from your choking, because he’s too big for your mouth, but you keep pushing yourself on him anyway.

You breathe through your nose a few more seconds, as you keep his tortured tip inside your throat. A tear escapes the corner of your eye. When you empty your mouth, inhaling deeply, you notice that Taeyang’s cheeks have falling tears too.

Your tongue glides on the side of his hard slick length as you prepare to stuff your mouth again, but you want to enjoy the captivating sight of his face coloured by pinkish tones, and half lidded eyes gleaming with tears, a little longer.

Despite feeling on cloud nine, Taeyang gives you a lazy smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“What is it?” He looks down at your figure with anticipation.

You shrug shoulders, then tilt your head slightly.

“I’m just surprised to see you like this.”

You don’t realise how his features hypnotise you; how they get you to forget about the role you’re playing, until you feel his hand around your neck. The movement, not rough at all, lifts your chin while he leans down parting your lips with his own.

The open mouthed kiss steals your breath; it fulfills all the cravings you had since you got here, but it grows new ones too.

You stand up and Taeyang swiftly settles you on his lap. The feeling of him filling you up in that moment is a delightful relief you’ve never felt before. You uphold yourself with hands on the back of the sofa while his mouth finds support in the crook of your neck.

“Ah, Tae…” You mewl at the way he pleases you in all the ways you possibly need. “Fuck, I love it…”

Taeyang holds his breath for a second, as you start to quicken the bounces. His hands scrunch up your shirt around your waist while the way your slippery cunt swallows him so perfectly has him thinking of cumming as soon as possible. But he can endure it; despite the burning overstimulation that makes his heart race, and his whimpers stuck at the back of his throat.

He has to.

“Cum again, doll, I’ll wait…” He bites the spot under your ear while his husky voice, coming out so uneven and shaky, sends you shivers. “I promise.”

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silverflqmes · 6 months

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hihi ellie ! i was wondering if i could request hcs with sugawara with a gymnast!reader (self projecting but i wanna see what ur thoughts on it are like <3) gn please <3 love u lots /p

໒⦂ 𝐆𝐘𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi hi luma, my memories of gymnastics and terms has diminished over the years bc i stopped at a young age, but i’ll try my best with this🫡

genre. fluff + crack

for @kurolumiis <3

koshi sugawara x gn!reader.

⌗ sugawara definitely finds a way of balancing volleyball along with attending your meets ( i think this is the term.. )

⌗ loves to see you in your leotards all dressed up and sparkling, you’re like a shining star to him, certainly under the glow of the stadium lights<3

⌗ either made or purchased good luck charms for you to keep with you at any competitions you might have, especially if he cannot be there himself — but he tries his best to be!

⌗ should he have the time, he gets up extra early and prepares a nice meal for you to take with you if it’s an away tournament that he can’t attend, how sweet<3

⌗ your number one cheerleader!! i mean, have you seen him in the scene where he was like YAMAGUUUUCH, IPPON NICE SERVE!! yeah that’s him but cheering you on instead.. minus volleyball terms BUT DOES THAT SILLY MAGICAL GIRL POSE LMAO

⌗ he’s so proud of you out there he’s like YES THAT’S MY BABY OUT THERE SLAYING THE COMPETITION!! while holding a camera and recording BAH

⌗ helps you stretch if you’re sore and spots you if you’re practicing after hours and you don’t have someone to catch your limbs or prevent you from getting hurt in any way

⌗ SHOULD you get hurt, however, he’s got the first aid kit ready and you will likely get scolded for not being careful but it’s just him being worried about you cuz he doesn’t like seeing you hurt</3

⌗ loves when you attend his games, even if he isn’t on court 100% of the time, but y’know, appreciates it nonetheless cuz it displays you care for his interests as much as he does for yours

⌗ there was a leotard once that you were eyeing but was a little ( a lot ) out of your price range.. you had wanted it for your nationals, too, since you had gotten in — so sugawara surprised you with a nicely wrapped box once the results were in that you would be going, and it was none other than the leotard you were eyeing that day<3

⌗ out of curiosity, he asked you one day to teach him some things — i mean, the man can jump so high?? it’d be a shame not to try some stuff out..

⌗ and so you agreed to his request, finding it silly that he wanted to try what you do

⌗ it was safe to say that it was easier watching than actually doing.. and that trampolines made stunts MUCH EASIER THAN GYM MATS DID.

⌗ koshi still managed to do something from what you taught him, and albeit it a stunt as simplistic as running into a cartwheel going into a front handspring — it still warmed your heart that he took interest in what you do

⌗ it was also funny at times to hear him yelp cuz he was literally upside down for some things you had him try out LMAO

⌗ in return, after doing some much needed stretches to not have his body absolutely destroyed for practice the next morning, you had offered to try out his volleyball drills.

⌗ how hard could spiking be? ( if you’re short like me and aren’t the highest jumper — hard. but not as hard as blocking😵‍💫 although with timing it’s not as difficult.. )

⌗ it wasn’t as easy as it appeared from a distance, but it was still fun to do! a few sets later it would become a little more easier, and sugawara tossed in a way that was feasible enough for you to hit

⌗ brings you flowers on every competition, whether you win or lose he still brings them because you did really well out there regardless or the results!

⌗ just as he cheered for you during your meets, of course you also cheered for him during his like duh?? anytime he felt himself growing nervous — or the odds of winning had become close to zero, there you were lighting up his way<3

notes. that went a lot quicker than expected, i forget how easy hcs are LMAO but i hope you enjoyed luma<3 hearts to you from me /p and sugawara<3

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fairyofshampgyu · 1 year

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Now live ! Stream: 6

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, dry humping, top! gyu, nipple play

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 2.5k

You’d gotten a lot closer to taehyun and kai recently, coming over to hangout with them and beomgyu, playing board games and card games drunkenly for hours on end. They were extremely funny and you really gelled with Kai and taehyun, enjoying your new found friends thanks to beomgyu.

The christmas concert was only nearing as well, but you and beomgyu were certain it was going to go more than smoothly, having sorted pretty much everything for it and rehearsals sounding perfect with the ensemble now that everyone was confident on their parts. You were actually really excited for it.

You’ve also still been helping beomgyu film his streams and managing his channel, but you also showing up on his streams seemingly only a one time thing. You hadn’t really spoken about it since you fucked him, thinking it would be a little awkward. It was only a spur of the moment thing, right? But you do know that it had gained masses amounts of views and money since it was the first time anyone else had ever been with him and they all loved seeing him actually get fucked when it had just been him for the longest time. You’d see comments every now and then asking what happened to the other unknown person and that they really wanted to see them both again on a stream together.

“Y/n!! You’re playing against me! Come on!” Beomgyu calls out to you, grabbing the controller and tossing the other to you. You were currently at Kai’s place hanging out for the nth time this week, game chosen first for you all to play, the classic Tekken.

You roll your eyes but take a seat next to him, selecting your preferred character, beomgyu choosing Lee as you pick the map. You both narrow your eyes intensely and side eye each other as the words ‘GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!” played across the screen and your characters said their little cringey intro lines at each other, huening kai and taehyun whispering and placing bets, giggling behind you both like little schoolgirls as they excitedly watched.

“You’re going to get absolutely obliterated, y/n.” Beomgyu turns to you, cocky grin slowly etching onto his face as he dramatically gestures with his hand about slicing your neck.

“Shiver me timbers. You’re so scary.”

And so the trash talking ensues as you both intensely play the first round, landing hits and dodging attacks until beomgyu evilly and suspiciously laughs and then uses some weird combo and your character is dead. He laughs even more at your shocked face.

“Whatever. It’s only the first round, beomgyu.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.

And you start the second round, beomgyu somehow cornering you and repeatedly hitting blows to your character. “Looks like I’m about to win again, y/n.” Beomgyu smirks, very content and smug. But you somehow get out of it and corner his character instead, repeatedly kicking and punching until the words ‘K.O!’ appears for him.

“HA! Take that, you little bitch!” You turn to laugh now and mock him and kai and taehyun do the same to beomgyu, finding it hilarious.

Beomgyu huffs and sticks his tongue out. “You just got lucky.”

The final rounds seems like it last forever, both of you smashing the buttons at record speeds, tension in the air palpable, visibly sweating and Kai hiding behind taehyun in fear and anxiousness when it’s too tense, both of them letting out commentries and dramatic gasps.

You and beomgyu are on your last legs, either of you could die any second, both of you on the same level of health.

“Ahh! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!” Huening kai puts his hands up to cover the screen and taehyun does the same, screeching, not looking but looking.

You don’t know which one of you dies until the game yells ‘K.O!!!!’ and it’s your character.

Beomgyu dramatically jumps up from the sofa, hysterically screaming and laughing and running around the room that he won, doing a silly little dance and coming up close to you to teasingly pull faces.

He’s so annoying. You don’t know why you find yourself smiling a little instead at his antics though.

“Okay so which one of you bet on me winning!” Beomgyu points to taehyun and huening kai. “Ah really, I’m just too good. I bet both of you did.” Beomgyu flicks his hair.

“Um no one did…We didn’t think you’d win at all.”

Beomgyu gasps and clutches his chest, “I cannot believe this is how I get treated every day. No one has any faith in me!” Beomgyu dabs at fake tears. “I’m just a kind soul and I get bullied everyday by EVIL people.”

“I demand a rematch!” You shout, still not wanting to accept beomgyu won.

“No it’s our turn now! I’m not sitting through that again!” Taehyun says, him and kai taking the two controllers.

You sit close to beomgyu so you could both share the small blanket together, cozying up a bit too much, shoulders and legs touching but you liked it. It was nice and warm. It was only because the blanket wasn’t big enough anyway. You’ve found beomgyu being a lot more clingier lately though. You see huening Kai and taehyun exchange a knowing look. You wonder what that was about.

You were on a bench outside with Chaewon, hot drinks in both your shivering hands as you talked in between your lectures, chaewon waiting for her next one which would start in a few minutes.

You spot beomgyu with yeonjun and a group of people gushing and giggling around him again, watching as he smiled and talked animatedly.

“Y/n, remember he’s a fuckboy don’t fall for him.” Chaewon catches you staring, grinning.

“I’m not!”

“Really? Because it looks like you’re giving him ooga booga heart eyes.”

“What the f…I am not! A-and he’s different-“

“Oh no. You’re not turning into those weird, delusional ‘I can change him’ people are you? Please stop oh my god or I fear we can’t be friends for longer.”

“But he is different!”

“You’re way past the help stage, dear lord. You are delusional.”

You sigh, defeated and unable to try and make yourself not sound weird. It’s little times like these that you’d love to tell your friend chaewon what’s actually happening and that beomgyu is actually Angel but you can’t. You swore to beomgyu you wouldn’t tell anyone he’s a camboy.

“Anyway I gotta go now so see ya.” Chaewon says and you both get up, saying your goodbyes that actually turn into another long conversation and both of you eventually leaving to walk in opposite directions.

As you walk back to your place though, you feel a snowball hurled at your shoulder. You turn around, ready to scold whatever silly teenage boy thought it was funny to do that only to see beomgyu in return, badly hiding behind a tree and laughing and giggling uncontrollably. That’s it.

You chase after him as he shrieks, picking up snow from the grounds to mould into a ball and throwing it at him as he ducks behind trees, cold air shivering your skin but you felt some kind of warmth in your body when you saw beomgyu bounding ahead, his hair bouncing as he laughed, feet sinking into the snow as he tried to run but it was very slow since there was so much of the snow. Goddamn it. Why was he so annoying and endearing.

You both fire snowballs at each other until you make a particularly solid and heavy one, threatening to throw it at him as you grin.

“Y/n, that’s literally just a block of ice. Please. I’m too young and handsome to die!” Beomgyu puts his hands in surrender and fear.

But you throw it at him anyway, he makes a dramatic pained groan before taking his revenge and piling up an absolutely massive and densely packed one, maliciously smiling at you as he chases after you.

He hits at your back and you’re pretty sure it would actually leave some kind of mark, Jesus but see it as a great opportunity, fake collapsing to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

“HA HA—oh shit, y/n? Did you die?” Beomgyu runs to your lying self, feeling guilty and concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t think it would be that hard I’m so sorry.” He searches your eyes anxiously and helps you up, holding your body close.

Then you let out a short chuckle until you can’t stifle it anymore and laugh manically, holding onto your stomach. Beomgyu blinks at you once, twice until he rolls his eyes when he realises and playfully shoves you back to the ground. “Got me worried over you for nothing, you evil shit!”

“You gotta admit it was funny.”

“Fuck you.” He shakes his head at you, mouth slowly curling into a grin.

As you both took turns showering at your place, ridding yourself of your cold and damp clothes, beomgyu sat on your bed with a serious gaze.

“Y/n. Let’s talk.”

“What about?”

“I know it might be too much to ask and you can say no but ever since we…fucked on that one stream we got a load of money and new viewers. It really blew up and they really want to see us both again, you probably noticed.” Beomgyu pauses, trying to articulate his words. “And…and I think we should do it again. Just doing solo can get boring after a while, there’s less you can play around with than with someone else and I think it’s a strong new direction to take on the channel. We’ll both be getting a lot more money. But you can definitely say no though! I totally get why you wouldn’t want to.” Beomgyu quickly adds, flying his hands in the air.

You know you had thought about it before but you’re not sure if you did actually want to be full on working with beomgyu like that, for everyone to see and open for people to say whatever they want. You know you’ve definitely seen some viewers say not very kind things to beomgyu sometimes and you would just report and filter them out. It could be a lot and also risky trying to hide personal information about yourself. But then again, you’d be making a lot of money and when you did do it, that one time, you have to admit you really liked it. You’d literally be fucking Angel, guy of your (wet) dreams for literal years and getting money for it.

“Okay. We can try it out and see.” Reluctantly, you nod your head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. we can try and see how we feel about it. We could film it now, it’s a been while since a stream.”

So you both set the camera up, pressing the button to go live, already hundreds and hundreds of viewers swarming in and blowing up the comment section at the sight of you again, all of them excited and already tipping you both.

You straddle his lap and kiss him, trailing hot kisses down his neck as he softly moans at the contact of his crotch with you and starts humping up and rubbing up against you none stop, weakly holding onto your hips and whimpering into your mouth as you both continued to grind, rolling your hips on his and his dick only hardening in his pants as you both rutted against each other.

“Fuck me, baby.” You lay down on the bed and beomgyu stares at you dumbfounded between your legs.

“B-but I’ve never-” Beomgyu sheepishly averts your gaze.

“It’s okay, you’re so cute.” You hold onto his waist to bring him closer and stroke his wet dick a few times before you take it in your hand and bring it your entrance, moving forwards yourself to slowly sheath his dick into you, filling you up and beomgyu yelps at the feeling, body jerking.

He holds on to you tight, his face falling into the crook of your neck and moaning as you grip his hips, guiding him to fuck into you. Hips snapping into yours without experience and no rhythm and you can feel him practically drooling on your neck, already such a mess.

“S-so good…ah ahh…” Beomgyu eyes nearly roll out of his head as you grips his hips again and make him thrust into you so fast and hard and he lets out continuous strangled moans.

You pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck, he only looks at you with dazed eyes and a slurred groan as you roughly pull him into kiss, biting at his lower lip and he lets you dominate the kiss, still tugging at his hair.

“Can’t you fuck me better than this, Angel? Or are you just a pathetic virgin?” You pull away.

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, “I can, I can!” Beomgyu starts to try and fuck you harder, thrusts and pace becoming entirely erratic, rutting into you dumbly and cluelessly as tears roll down his heated cheeks in embarrassment and you know he won’t last long.

You move your hands up his chest and he shivers, pace staggering and chest heaving as you touch his nipples, flicking and rolling at the buds and he breathes heavily as he cries and moans, movements sloppy and desperate.

“C-can’t fuck you…am p-pathetic…” Beomgyu shakes his head and cries and wails, “close, gonna…”

You take one of his pretty nipples into your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and your hand going to circle at your own clit so you can cum with him.

Beomgyu hides his face in your neck again, attempting to muffle his loud whine as he spills his cum all in your pussy as you do too, clamping around him and he stills his movements as he shakes, collapsing and holding onto you so tight as he gasps and tries to calm down his breathing.

You grab the camera again to film his pretty post-orgasm face, trying to pry his face and body away from you so you could film him but he doesn’t budge, refusing to let you go and instead, nuzzling his face more in your neck and clinging tighter onto you, whining at you for trying to get him off.

You switch the live off, cluelessly and a little awkwardly stroking his soft hair, “Gyu…we need to clean up.” But the only response you get is his soft snores. You sigh, knowing you’d have to be the one to clean you both up but you don’t have the heart to get him off you just yet, looking so cute absolutely knocked out. You can’t help caressing his soft cheek slowly with your thumb and he leans into it.

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missusdunn · 11 months

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Bam Margera X f!reader X Ryan Dunn pt.1

Warnings!! - Smut, Oral f!giving, cussing, 18++++

Dating Bam Margera threw you into a lot of spontaneous adventures. The parties, impulsive trips across the world, dangerous stunts. It became normal to expect the unexpected. The only predictable thing about Bam was his selfishness especially when it came to you. You are his and his only. You couldn’t even have a friendly conversation with another man without Bam going into a bitch fit. However, there is one exception. Ryan Dunn. They’re a two-in-one deal. You can’t get close to one without the other. And Bam trusts Ryan so no reason for jealousy. Just a trio of pals.

One night, Ryan invites the two of you to his apartment to drink and hang out. Anticlimactic but fun nonetheless. You and Bam head over there with a bottle of vodka and let yourselves in. “Oh hey, you two! Thanks for knocking, so considerate!” Ryan greeted. Bam chuckles and says “Don’t act like you don’t walk into my house like that, asswipe.” “Whatever,” Ryan grabs the vodka from Bam “this’ll make up for it.” I roll my eyes, kick off my shoes, and make my way to the couch. Bam follows suit and Ryan goes to the kitchen to get cups. Bam stretches and melts into his seat. “Finally a night to relax with my two favorite people.” He smiles and puts his arm over my shoulder. I playfully roll my eyes “Don’t be sappy just to get into my pants later.” He sarcastically puts his hands up “Sorry, sorry.” He smirks. “I have better tactics anyway.” He cups my face with his right hand and leans in for a kiss. Of course, I kiss back and it doesn’t take long until his tongue is in my mouth. After a few more seconds Ryan is back. “Excuse me but I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t fuck on my couch!” He says playfully. “We’re not fucking, Dunn,” Bam grumbles with a slight pout having cut the make-out short. “Yet. Thank god I stopped it just in time.” Ryan says placing cups on the coffee table. I laugh and pick up my glass to fill with liquor. Ryan stops me from picking up the bottle and pours it for me. “Oh, such a gentleman,” I say sarcastically while taking a sip. “Anything for you, darling.” He playfully winks filling up the other two glasses. “You fuckers know I’m right here right?” Bam rolls his eyes as Ryan and I laugh. Bam grabs the remote and tosses it to Ryan. “Put some shit on, Dunn let’s get fucked up.” As he chugs his first round.

A couple hours later we’re all buzzed. It didn’t take long for the TV to become background noise. After multiple conversations filled with slurs and giggles the topic of Ryan’s love life came up.

“You really haven’t been getting any lately?” Bam laughs. “Dude it’s not a big deal!” Ryan defends himself. “I’ve just been busy!” Bam continues to laugh “Yeah you’re so busy binge drinking on your couch!” Ryan’s brows furrow “fuck you.” I hit Bam on the shoulder and give Ryan a sympathetic look. “Ry, there’s no shame in not having sex! Not everyone can be sexually active twenty-four seven.” I say “Unlike some whores…” I motion to Bam. Ryan lets out a chuckle and Bam rolls his eyes. “If I’m a whore that would make you one too, idiot,” Bam argues. “Oh babe you and I both know that’s not how it works,” I sigh “Your body count is 10x times mine!” “Whatever since you’re fucking me you’re a whore by association.” He snickers. “You’re such an idiot.” I sip my drink. Bam smirks and leans in. “Your idiot.” Kissing me and turning it into a full-on make-out session in less than ten seconds. That’s gotta be a record.

Ryan groans. “Again please do that anywhere else.” Bam pulls away and looks at his friend. “Yknow what just fucking join, Dunn.” Ryan’s eyes go wide and I’m too shocked to say anything. “What?” Ryan asks, thinking it’s a joke. “It’ll help with your blue balls that make you so pissy,” bam smirks “and I know how long you’ve wanted to fuck y/n.” Ryan keeps his eyes on Bam with red coating his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bam chuckles “Yes you do!” He points out “Before we started dating you, I would talk about all the things we’d do to her!” Now I’m the one with cherry-red cheeks. “Come on, Dunn you down or not?” Bam looks at me as if he’s asking with his eyes. “I’m down if Ryan’s down…” I stumbled out. Bam looks back at Ryan “Alright, let’s do it then.” Ryan agrees. Bam smirks in satisfaction and motions Ryan to sit next to me. Now I'm in the middle. Bam goes for my neck kissing and sucking. While I’m left looking into his friend’s eyes. Ryan hesitated a little bit but then kissed me like it was the end of the world. My throat vibrated with moans and Bam’s hands made their way to my chest. Groping me through my top before pulling it over my chest to expose my tits. I gasped into Ryan’s mouth from the sudden movements. Ryan pulls back to look at my breasts, groaning at the sight. He pushes Bam’s hands away and replaces them with his own. Bam immediately starts to kiss me sloppily. As Ryan has begun sucking on my tits making sure both nipples get the same amount of attention. My moans gradually increase the hotter it gets. I push both the boys away from me. They give me a confused and concerned look. Before they could say anything I got down on my knees in front of them. Their eyes widened in realization before slightly scooting closer together so they weren't too far apart. I began to palm them through their jeans, both of them already hard. “I need you both now,” I whine. Immediately the two start fumbling with their belts whipping their dicks out.

I spit onto both of my hands and begin to jerk my boyfriend and his best friend off. Bam’s groaning and Ryan has his eyes closed letting out breathy moans. I wrap my mouth around Bam’s dick and begin to deep throat him. Trying to get his cock covered in as much saliva as possible. As my left hand continues to stroke Ryan’s Bam grabs my hair and pushes me down on his length a bit more. Groaning when he reaches the back of my throat. I push back off his lap and replace my mouth with my hand. I shift my attention to Ryan and I start to suck the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. And jerking off his shaft twisting up and down. Ryan’s heavily breathing with his eyes locked on mine. I continue to switch between the two men with my mouth, whilst jerking the other one off. Bam’s moans get louder letting me know that he's close. I have a hand on each of the men's shafts. I begin to firmly stroke Bam, twisting up and down. My tongue hovers over his tip waiting for his cum. With a final groan, Bam shoots his load onto my face. From the lewd image of my face covered in cum Ryan finishes in my hand. “Shit.” Ryan curses. I move my face towards my cum-covered hand and clean it up with my tongue. Both boys catch their breaths before sharing a chuckle. “I can’t believe we just fucking did that.” Ryan laughs. “I remove my hands from them, cleaning myself up with a nearby throw blanket. “Consider it an early Christmas present.” Bam continues. “You may wanna wash this…” I smirk, tossing the soiled blanket at Ryan. The two laugh as I get up to go to the bathroom. Until Bam interrupts my movements “Hey, where are you going? It’s your turn.”

#viva la bam #viva la bam x reader #ryan dunn #bam margera #bam margera x reader #ryan dunn x reader #jackass x reader #cky x reader #cky #jackass smut #jackass imagine #jackass #ryan dunn smut #bam margera smut #jackass hcs

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Chapter 17: Lev

Prompt: (Character) trying to impress Reader and ends up hurting themselves Character: Lev Haiba ________________________

Being manager of the Boys’ Volleyball team at Nekoma High School was tough.

More specifically, being a female manager of the Boys’ Volleyball at Nekoma High School was tough.

Now, you didn’t want anyone to misunderstand you; you absolutely loved managing this team. It was the only reason you enjoyed going to school at all. The excitement of the game, the passion of the players, and the genuineness of the boys would never fail to make you smile. It was just that often, you forgot that they were boys.

Even worse, teenage boys.

While it seemed like most men never truly grew up, the stage in which they don’t have to, they seemed embraced wholeheartedly. Now, you could comprehend a certain level of foolishness, you yourself are no saint, but it seemed like these boys seemed to try and do stupid things on purpose, expecting some sort of godly result.

Your days were full of reprimands, warnings, and scoldings. No, Yamamoto, you can’t lift that much, Kenma stop with the videogames, Kuroo stop trying to annoy Yaku, Yamamoto you can’t lift that much! These were some of the few that you had shouted in the last week.

You’d never fully understand how they functioned, their thought processes, or their motives but you felt as though it was your main job to avoid them from killing themselves during the season.

But you definitely weren’t perfect at it.

Lev Haiba was a prime example of that.

When the half-Russian had joined the volleyball team, you had immediately had one thought.

He’s a mound of human silly-string with an affinity for accidents.

His lanky form, paired with his endless energy, was bound to cause some sort of natural disaster, you were sure. So sure, in fact, you made sure to tell him the very first time you met him.

“My job is to keep you organized and keep you alive until the next game. Don’t make it too hard for me.” Were the words you chose for your introduction, to which Lev responded with his back immediately snapping up in attention, taking your words so seriously it was laughable.

“I’ll do my best!” He said, looking down at you with such a sincere and determined smile that you felt as if you needed sunglasses to avoid looking at the pure shine of his teeth. You heard a scoff before Kuroo came and slapped the tall first-year on the back to loosen him up.

“You should be saying that to me. And calm down, she’s our manager not our drill sergeant.” You roll your eyes at the captain, seeing right through his feigned cool façade. “With how you all act, I’m more of a glorified babysitter.”

You heard dispersed chuckles from the rest of the team stretching, and you match Kuroo’s playful glare before he chuckles and shrugs before joining Kenma on the ground. You look back to Lev, to find his full attention on you. You open your notebook, detailing every member's extensive game record, and make a page for Lev. He continues to watch as you write his name.

“I’ll be watching you this practice and see where you stand out. From there we can work with the coach and find where you’re best suited. You should start stretching.” You had said calmly, but with so much finality there were better described as commands. Lev simply stares at you, before you look at him, patiently waiting for him to join the team.

“Lev! What are you gawking at her for!” You heard Yaku yell, all the while stretching out his hamstrings. This seems to snap him back into action, with him muttering some apologies and sitting on the ground. You ponder for a moment on what that was, but you have other things to worry about, so you don’t think too deeply.

Watching Lev play was like watching a cartoon cat try to catch a mouse. He was all over the place, missing passes, missing hits and just generally clumsy. Exactly as you predicted. Once you watched him miss Kenma’s toss for the fourth time, you gently whispered to Coach Nekomata. “Are we sure we want to bring him on the team mid-season? Inuoka’s a perfectly fine player.” The coach only chuckles, waving off your worries. “The higher the risk, the higher the reward.” Is all he says back to you, watching is covered in amusement as he watches the practice game.

By the end of the session, while everyone was cleaning up, the coach pulled you and Kenma away.

“We’ll need to train him for the season. I’ll leave it up to you and Kenma.” Coach Nekomata said, looking quite entertained as you and Kenma shared a look of mutual worriedness and future exhaustion. Neither of you says anything to argue, both knowing that it would fall on deaf ears.

“I can’t believe I have to train him.” Kenma had later complained when the coach wasn’t around, listening to Kuroo cackle as you three walked to the train. It just so happened that you all took the same line, so you often road with them to avoid taking it alone at 8 pm.

“This does have major potential. How often do you get to mold your own hitter?” Kuroo, ever the optimist, asks, with you now rolling your eyes. “You’re acting as though he’s made of the perfect material to mold. It’s like building a castle out of dry sand and no water.” Kenma sighed and pointed to you.

“What she said.” Kuroo snorted, leaning against the rail of the train as he watched both of you clearly defeated. “Guess you guys have to find some water.” The captain said all proud-like as if the words being uttered from his mouth were somehow inspirational. Kenma only looked at him in mental exhaustion.

“You’re not helping, you know.” It was your turn to point.

“What he said.”

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Preparing Lev for the next game was akin to wrangling an excited tornado. The guy had a heart of gold, but his enthusiasm often led to mishaps that bordered on calamitous. It wasn't that he lacked talent or determination; it was just that his coordination seemed to take occasional coffee breaks. Or you know, year-long vacations.

You watched for half an hour as Lev fumbled bumps and tosses. Either he was too fast or too slow, or just all around clumsy. With each failed attempt, you could feel the mutual blood raising of both you and Kenma’s.

You both exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. You could no longer stay silent once you saw the tall first-year miss a toss entirely.

“Lev! You need to watch the ball!” You all but shouted across the gym, causing more than one member to flinch at the frustration in your voice. The first year all but stumbled, before turning to you and yelling a quick ‘Right! Sorry!’ before returning his focus to Kenma who looked like he wanted to burn down the world.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to stop the incoming headache from building.

“If you’re having trouble training the rookie, why don’t you take a break and have some one-on-one time with me? Promise I won’t be half the trouble.” You hear Yamamoto try to say smoothly, to which you feel your eye twitch. You turn to give him a look that accurately expresses what you’re feeling.

“Word of advice. You don’t want to try with me when I look like this.” You said calmly, Yamamoto responding with a meek ‘Duly noted’ before slinking off to the other side of the court. You return to Lev and Kenma.

“Okay, so I think we try another skill. Coach said he was a good hitter.” You watch Kenma’s nose wrinkle.

“He can barely hit the ball on the ground, we’re gonna try in the air?” You both hear Lev’s quick ‘Hey!’ in protest, but a stare down from Kenma renders him silent and sad. You sigh, seeing really no other option.

“Let’s just give him a chance. You can do it can’t you?” You ask him, voice only slightly skeptical, but the moment you asked, you saw a fire burn in Lev’s eyes.

“I won’t let you down!” There it was again, that extremely serious tone and expression that you couldn’t quite get. But he was willing to try so you once more didn’t think too deeply about it.

“Fine…” Kenma muttered with a deep sigh, before going back to his place on the court. Lev eagerly followed him, still keeping his eyes on you, however.

You watched for the first ten minutes as Kenma set up perfect tosses, only for Lev to miss them entirely. Kenma tried to adapt, toss them higher, lower, slower, faster, but Lev also seemed to get the opposite message.

You felt the annoyance build up in Kenma and yourself as you began to get impatient. Surely, he could get one?

“Lev. Eyes on the ball.” You heard the setter say tired but sharply. The first year nodded, really trying to head his advice. Kenma tossed the ball, you watched as Lev had his eyes on it entirely, never once straying.

You saw him taking steps only his long legs could take and jumping higher than you’ve ever seen him.

Before making perfect contact with the ball, the satisfying smack of it hitting the gymnasium ground faster than you’ve seen in a while. The whole gym was silent as they watched.

“Yes!” You fist-pumped, even surprised at yourself how much you expressed yourself. You heard the other members also show their surprise, going over to Lev and patting his back in admiration and comradery.

You could only see Lev smiling at you though. You couldn’t help but smile back.

You made your way through the boys, looking at Lev excited at his progress. “That was beautiful! Exactly like that okay?” He nodded furiously, the members leaving the court to watch his second attempt. Kenma, not reacting all that much (not very surprising) went back to his place and tossed the ball exactly the same.

Lev gave you once last glance, a smile wide on his face as he attempted to focus once more. You watched him watch the ball, taking the long strides again, jumping to reach it with much more energy than last time.

It was too late to realize it was too much energy.

Your face morphed into horror as you watched Lev jump past where the ball was in the air. You saw Kenma’s eyes widen.

“Lev! The net!” You tried to stop him, not quite knowing how your words would stop him. The gym fell into a momentary hush as Lev's body collided with the net, hearing the sound of his lanky body hitting the gym floor. Hard.

Your hands covered your mouth in shock, along with everyone else, staring in mortified horror at the way he fell.

"Lev! Are you okay?" Yaku's voice cut through the tension, his normally calm demeanour replaced by genuine concern as he rushed to Lev's side, followed by the rest of the time.

"Ow…" Lev whined, though his slight wince betrayed the pain he was trying to hide as he rubbed his head. You hear Yamamoto’s rambunctious laughter. “He got caught in the net like a fish!” He wheezed. You responded with a rather harsh blow to his head, which shut him up quickly, along with your glare.

Kuroo's brows furrowed in frustration as he approached Lev, his expression a mixture of annoyance and relief. "Damn it, Lev, you scared us."

Kenma, ever the calm and collected one, stepped forward, his gaze assessing Lev's condition with a critical eye. "Maybe we should take it easy for today."

You were unable to hide your concern, evident in the furrow of your brows and the tightness of your lips, and hurried over to Lev's side. You crouched down beside him, your hand hovering over his shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. "Come on, let's get you to the nurse's office just to be safe."

Lev nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and determination. "I'm really sorry about that. I just wanted to do it right for you."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at his words, a surge of warmth spreading through her chest at his earnestness. You ignored the looks of the team towards you, knowing that it’d be worse if you acknowledged it. You placed a gentle hand on his back, offering him a supportive smile. "It's okay, Lev. Just take it easy, alright? We'll work on it together."

Lev nodded, his resolve firming as he pushed himself up from the ground with a determined grunt. "Yeah, together."

You didn’t notice the looks the team gave each other.

Seemed the drill sergeant had a soft spot.

#haikyuu #fanfic #writing prompt #humour #writing #drabble #hq x reader #lev haiba #nekoma #lev haiba x reader #nekoma x reader

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[PRIVATE] Questioning of Subject-010721 Following Incident 8-625

What compelled you to do such a thing to a classmate?

I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to hurt Vera.

You started a fight with her and proceeded to stab her with her own scissors. You nearly killed her. Did you want her to die?

Stop asking me dumb fucking questions and kill me already like I know you want to.

[There is a short slap following the response. 010721 winces, but continues.]

No. I didn’t want to kill her.

Are you aware of the trouble you have caused today? Everyone is in anguish and many believe Vera is dead. Classes have been cancelled.

I’d have to be dense to not know what I did. Who do you think I am?

I will ask a simpler question. Why did you do it?

Do you really think I know? Because I don’t. I just did it and I don’t know why. I have no explanation for anything I did so you can just leave. Oh, I don’t give two shits if this is being documented. I don’t care if you lock me up. I don’t care if you kill me. I don’t care about anything at all. Just get out.

So you wouldn’t care if I told you your guardian is being contacted right at this moment?

[010721 is unresponsive. There is a sound of a body hitting the wall. 010721 is heard coughing.]

They— They couldn’t care less about me. T-The same goes for me. Lavan, they— [cough.] think I’m just some dress-up doll they can play around with and toss away.

What will you do if following this event, your guardian removes you from ANAKT?

As if I won’t die here. It would be better to be back home than to be rotting here.

Do you feel any remorse for what you have done?

I won’t answer that.

[Loud rustling and grunting from 010721 and the interviewer can be heard.]

The sooner you answer, the sooner I’ll leave.

Don’t lie to me.

You really think I’m lying? Go ahead and keep resisting. You’ll see how long you’ll be isolated in this room. You’ll see how awful punishment can be.

It doesn’t matter to me how long I’ll be stuck here. Did you expect me to be like, “Oh no! Please spare me!” or what? That’s bullshit. You know, once I get out, I can tell everyone what you did to me.

You’re quite confident. How sure are you that you won’t be exiled from the group the moment you get out?

… Khoi wouldn’t let that happen.

I wouldn’t be so sure he still likes you after this.

Stop.

Your classmates will not know when you will come back, and neither will you. Do you think this is fair?

If I say no, would you even change my punishment? You wouldn’t. What’s the point of that question? Are you serious?

Will you apologize for your actions?

I want to. If she’d let me.

Would you—

I’m tired of this.

Do not interrupt me.

You’re asking things that are unnecessary.

This is not unnecessary. This is needed and must be documented for future records of—

[010721 stands, wobbly, pushing the interviewer and grabs their equipment to hurt them.]

[the interviewer roughly grabs 010721.]

You’ll regret that.

So what?

[the documentation ends abruptly.]

#alnst oc #alien stage oc #alnst oc: sai #this is a bit short but like #i wanted to show a bit more thoughts and dialogue from sai himself #praying this makes sense

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My little love

Chapter 22

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: this is fluff central ok, Henry and Charlotte being cuties (they get it from their dad so they’re a warning), implied smut,

A/N: I am so excited to share this chapter. This is like a day in the life kind of thing. Also a new member joins the Barnes family! I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself!

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“Hey Stark.” Bucky calls from the door to Tony’s lab.

“What’s up terminator?”

“Do you wanna see Steve get his ass kicked?”

“Always.” Tony replies as he tosses the screwdriver he had in his hand. “Why is he getting his ass kicked and by who?”

“Y/N has been cleared by medical and is starting her training today. What Steve doesn’t know is that the cure that Bruce created for the toxin doubled the serum she already had in her system.”

Tony laughs as he walks to the door, already taking his phone out and texting the rest of the team. Both men make their way to the gym as they talk about how they think Steve will do.

“I’m telling you Barnes, he’s gonna win”

“Nah, my girls got it in the bag.”

“Wanna bet on it?” Tony stops in front of the gym doors.

“Oh it’s on.”

They shake hands and walk in, the rest of the team already waiting for your training to begin. Bucky looks at you and winks as he and Tony settle side by side against a wall. Everyone is whispering amongst themselves and making bets on who will win. The odds are in your favor. Henry cheers for you and of course Lottie cheers for Steebie.

“Why is everyone here?” Steve asks as he makes his way towards the mats.

“I don’t know.” Of course you knew why, you just weren’t going to tell him anything.

“Are you excited to get back into training?”

“Steve, you've known me long enough to know the answer to that.”

“Ok,” he chuckles as he gets into a defensive position. “Let’s start easy, it has been a little over six weeks.”

“You got it.”

You try to hide your smirk as he throws a punch, obviously taking it easy on you. For the next few minutes you dance around each other. Every once in a while you land a punch and Steve flinches at the force behind your hits and kicks. At this point some recruits have stopped what they were doing just to watch.

“Alright let’s move on to holds and grappling. Do you want to go first?” He asks.

“Nope. I need to freshen up on how to get out of some holds.”

“Ok.” Steve moves behind you and wraps his right arm around your neck and locks it with his left, not too tight that he’d actually hurt you.

You pretend to struggle and Steve stops, before giving you instructions on how to free yourself. Then he gets back into position. You look up at Bucky and wink. He in turn elbows Tony who starts recording.

“Just think it through. Someone is holding you like this, how do you get out?”

You bring your hands up and take his left arm and pull it out, in a quick motion you bend down at your waist so that Steve is pulled over your back and lands on the floor in front of you. He looks up at you bewildered, you’ve never been able to break any of his holds.

“What the fuck just happened?” He says as he stands up.

There’s cheering and grumbles as people pay up on their bets. You however can’t stop laughing. It takes you a good minute to calm down.

“Wow you should have seen your face.” You say as you start to laugh again.

“How the hell did you do that? Did you put metal in my clothes or something?”

“No,” you scoff before giving him an innocent look. “Did I forget to tell you that the antitoxin Bruce created basically doubled the serum that was in my system?”

“You little shit. You’re a super soldier now?”

“Yeah.” You give him a shit eating grin.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. You shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Why?”

It’s Steve‘a turn to give you a mischievous grin. “Because now that means we have to make your training routine more intense. To help you keep up with your serum of course.” He starts walking away backwards as he laughs at you.

“No, that’s not fair.”

“It’s a rookie mistake, it happens to everyone. I’ll see you tomorrow on the running trail at 6:00.”

“In the morning?” You practically shriek which only causes him to laugh more.

“Captain's orders.”

You curse him under your breath as Bucky walks up to you and throws his arm around your shoulder.

“Tough break, Sugar. I’ll miss you in bed.”

“Haha, if you think you’re staying in bed while I have to run, you're dead wrong.”

“Cute but not gonna happen.”

“I’ll drag your ass by your arm.”

Bucky laughs as he steps away from you. “You’re cute when you’re threatening me.”

You glare at him as you follow him out of the gym.

“How much did you make on the bet?”

“Enough to take my girl out somewhere for date night.” He smiles at you before holding the gym door open. “What do you say? Just you and me, tonight?”

“It could be nice.”

Charlotte sat on your bed while you got ready. She even helped you pick out a sundress for the occasion. You held up different accessories and she happily pointed to the ones she liked best. Then the chaos happened. Charlotte was informed that she wasn’t going on this date with you and Bucky. In your defense you told her Henry wasn’t going either. But not even the promise of spending the evening hanging out with Steve was enough to stop the waterworks. Not until Bucky made it worse with his promise to her.

“Doll,” he was carrying Lottie into the living room with you trailing behind. “If you let me and mama go out alone, we’ll talk about getting you a sissy.” The words slipped out before he realized what he had promised.

That was enough to get Lottie to stop crying. Her face was still slightly red but she was smiling now.

“A sissy? Pwomise?”

“We’ll talk about it. But that sissy won’t be here for a while anyway.”

“Is kay.” She wipes away her own tears as she smiles at Bucky. “Can wait wit bubba and Steebie.”

“No doll, I mean-“

“James, you've done enough damage. Why don’t you quit while you’re ahead?” You murmur.

“Yeah, you’re right. Ok doll, have fun with Bubba and Steve.”

During the whole conversation Steve had been sitting in the living room. You could tell he was trying to suppress a laugh.

“Come on sweetheart, let your parents go so they can talk about that sister.”

“Bye mama, bye dada.”

“Bye sweet Angel. Henry,” you turn to watch him walk out of his room with a few toys in his hands. “Hey bubs, have fun and we’ll see you later ok?”

“Ok, can I stay up later than bedtime?”

“We’ll leave that up to uncle Steve.” Bucky says as he opens the door to leave. “Make sure you listen to him. Love you guys.”

“Love you too.” Steve answers with a chuckle.

“Aww look at our oldest child taking care of his siblings.” You joke as you take a picture with your phone. Steve was on the couch with Lottie in his arms and all of Henry’s toys on his lap.

“Bye mom, have fun talking about having a sissy.”

“Oh we’re going to talk and we’ll talk so hard.” You wink as Steve grimaces. With a laugh you walk out the door hand in hand with Bucky.

****

The date had been simple but fun. A movie, dinner and then drinks at a bar to end the night. The fun part was the teasing. At the movie theater Bucky chose the seats at the back where you could make out in peace. During dinner he made sure to keep a hand on your thigh, slowly moving up or giving a gentle squeeze. When you got to the bar you were both handsy and riled up. So much so that you pulled Bucky out of the bar and found the first dark alley you could.

“Is this what you want, sugar?” Bucky murmured against your lips as he trapped you between himself and the brick wall of the bar. “You want me to fuck you right here? Can’t even wait to get home.”

“Stop teasing.”

“Me teasing?” He pulls back to give you an incredulous look. “You’re the one that couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the bar, Sugar.”

You smile up at him as your arms come up his chest and wrap loosely around his neck.

“I can’t help it when you look this good.”

The complement didn’t get the reaction you thought it would. You felt Bucky tense.

“Buck-“

“Don’t panic. We’re being watched.”

You turn your head just slightly so that you can look out of the corner of your eye and you gasp.

“I said I was sorry already. Sugar, don’t be mad at me.” Bucky pleaded as you walked into your apartment.

Steve was there with both kids in the middle of a game of candy land. All three of them look up at you.

“Dada.” Lottie runs towards Bucky, while Henry gets up to hug you.

“How did things go here?”

“Everything‘s fine. How was date night?”

“It was great up until the end, when Bucky decided to scare the crap out of me.”

“I already said I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“How would you handle it if you were in an alley and someone said ‘don’t panic, we’re being watched.’?” You were looking at Steve with your arms crossed.

“Why were you in an alley?”

“Oh you sweet summer’s child.” You mutter before you give him an eyebrow wiggle. “We were going to have a conversation.”

“Oh, ew. I don’t need to know these things.” Steve gives you a disgusted face.

“Anyways,” Bucky continues. “We have a surprise for the kids.”

“A suwpwise dada?”

“Yeah doll, we have a surprise for you and Henry.”

“What is it?” Henry peeks around you to get a better look at his father.

Bucky walks back to the door and opens it and brings in a small crate. He sets it on the coffee table as both Henry and Lottie look inside to find a small white fur ball curled up on a blanket.

“We found a kitten while we were out on our date. She didn’t have a home so she’s going to stay with us.” Bucky explains softly.

Henry stares in amazement at the new addition to the Barnes family. Meanwhile you walk out and grab the few bags of supplies you’d picked up.

“This is what Bucky was referring to when he said we were being watched.” You murmured to Steve.

“What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one yet, we have to pick one out.” Bucky says as he settles on the couch. “What do you think Lottie, do you like the kitten?”

“Is not a sissy, dada.”

“I know, doll, but it’s going to take some time to get a sissy.”

“Kay.” Lottie said with a frown. She gives the crate a side eye before walking over to you and holding her arms up. “Uppies mama.”

“Come here sweet Angel. Did you have fun with Steve?”

“Yeah, pay wit Steebie and bubba.”

“Are you ready for bed my sweet girl? You sound tired.”

“Mmhhmm.” She says as she nods before laying her head on your shoulder.

“Let’s get you into bed then. Do you want a story?”

She nods. “An hugs.”

“And hugs, you got it.” You say as you walk back toward the bedrooms.

“Alright let’s think of names.” Bucky says.

“How about snowball?” Steve offers but Henry shakes his head.

“Winter?”

Bucky grimaces.

“Snowflake?” Henry says.

“How about… Alpine? Al for short.” Bucky offers as he scratches the kitten’s head, she meows in approval.

“Alpine. I like it.”

“Me too.”

Steve and Henry both agree before the former stands.

“Alright you guys I’m gonna go. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye uncle Steve.”

“Thanks for watching them.”

“Of course, they’re my favorite people.” Steve smiles and walks out with a wave.

“Can Alpine sleep in my room daddy?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like to have some company after being all alone. Let’s get her bed set up in there.” Bucky hands Alpine to Henry, who holds her close to his chest.

Bucky grabs some of the items in the bags and follows Henry, who is walking at a very slow pace as he holds Alpine. In his room Bucky sets down a cat bed in a corner and then places a blanket over it. He leaves some toys on the floor before turning to Henry.

“Alright kiddo, the bed it set. Tomorrow we’ll go over what we have to do to take care of her, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Do you want a bedtime story?”

“Yes, please.” Henry says as he sits down on his bed, the little ball of fur tucked into his elbow.

Bucky picks up the chapter book they’ve been reading together and sits down next to Henry. He starts where he left off and reads until Henry has slowly drifted off to sleep. Alpine claiming her spot at the end of the bed.

****

“And they lived happily ever after. The end.” You finish reading the book Lottie had chosen.

With a kiss to the forehead you start to get up as quietly as you can thinking that Charlotte is asleep.

“Mama?”

“Yes my sweet Angel?”

“Dada a pwince an mama a pwincess.”

“You think your dad is a prince and I’m a princess?”

“Yeah.” She replies sleepily.

“Why is that?”

“Cus dada an mama is pwetty. An dada lobe mama and mama lobe dada.” She says as she points at the drawing of the prince and princess holding hands.

“That’s right mama and daddy love each other very much. And we love you and bubba very much too.”

She gives you a sleepy smile. You sit there another few minutes playing with her hair until her breathing finally evens out.

In the hallway you find Bucky waiting for you. He follows you happily into your shared bedroom and when the door is closed, Bucky is on you.

“James.” You whisper yell as you laugh when he throws you on the bed.

“If I remember correctly, we were about to have a very important conversation in the alley before we were interrupted.”

“Oh yeah, what were we going to talk about again?”

“Not much.” He shrugs as he hovers over you. “I was gonna make you yell my name so that everyone knows you makes you feel so good.”

“Hhmm. I'm willing to hear your argument.”

“Bubba?” Lottie giggled as she walked into Henry’s room.

This was a normal game for them, hide and seek. It was a lot more challenging considering Henry could disappear. That was never an issue for Lottie who is determined to find her older brother.

“Buuubbbaaaa.”

Lottie is searching around his usual hiding spots when a small meow gets her attention. Her little brows pinch in confusion at the sound as she turns around, unable to find the source. Another meow comes from the corner of the room and Lottie carefully walks over to where she thinks the sound is. As she closes in, Henry appears in front of her with Alpine in his arms. Lottie jumps back and starts laughing.

“Bubba!” She shrieked between her bout of laughter, while Henry joined.

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Is kay.” Lottie replies while eyes the kitten in her brother’s arms.

“Do you want to pet her? Her name is Alpine.”

“A-pine?”

“Yeah, let’s sit down, come on.” Henry moves to sit on his bed and watches as Lottie hops on.

Her little hand reaches for Alpines head but she’s a bit rough and Alpine hisses. Lottie whimpers and pulls her hand back, her bottom lip wobbles.

“It’s ok Lottie. You just have to be gentle like this.”

Henry runs his hand over Alpine’s head in a much more gentle and slow manner. Then he takes Lottie’s hand and guides her. All of the attention makes Alpine purr as she leans into the touch happily. For a few minutes the kids stay just like that. Sitting on Henry’s bed and giving Alpine all of the attention and cuddles she could want.

“Hi my sweet babies.” You said from the door getting both of their attentions. “Do you want to go play outside for a while?”

Lottie and Henry look at each other as if they’re having a silent conversation.

“Can pay on swings?”

“Of course sweet Angel.”

Lottie gives you a beaming smile before hopping off of Henry's bed. You chuckle as you move to let her get out.

“But on some basketball shorts, it’s hot outside and wear your sunglasses.”

“Ok.” Henry says as he moves to his drawer.

Lottie is in her room already digging through her basket to find the perfect sunglasses, she never leaves the apartment without them. Her growing collection is thanks to Nat. She turns around and proudly displays her selection. Purple flower shaped shades with purple lenses.

“Great choice. Alright, let’s get you changed.” You say as you show her the tank top and shorts you chose.

Lottie happily stands on the bed as she begins to take off her shirt. You give her the tank top, which she puts on inside out at first. Like the big girl she is, Lottie puts on her shorts, also backwards before you point it out and then help her put on some sneakers. You then quickly put her hair up into two pigtails. She leads the way into the living room where Henry and Alpine are already waiting.

You grab the small backpack with water bottles and snacks and watch as Haney ticks Alpine in one arm while holding on to Lottie’s hand.

“Alright my sweet babies, let’s go have some fun.” You say as you open the front door for them.

The rest of the afternoon the three of you spend it at the small park area.

Today was the day. Charlotte was having her bed changed into a big girl bed, her words. She was ecstatic as she stood by the door to her room and watched her dad move some things around. Henry had lost interest quickly enough and announced that he would go find you. With a look over his shoulder, Bucky couldn’t contain his smile as he watched Lottie, she waited patiently and gave Alpine some very well deserved head scratches.

“Do you want to help me out, doll?” Bucky says as he begins to remove some of the unnecessary pieces.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, come here. Do you see that screw driver?” Bucky points to it but Lottie grabs a pair of pliers. “No sweetheart that one.” He points again and this time she grabs the right tool. “Thank you. Now this is a flathead screwdriver.”

“Fathead.”

“Flathead.” Bucky enunciates.

“Fathead.”

“Well, we aren’t getting anywhere with that.” Bucky says as he continues to work on the bed.

Lottie talks his ear off as she tells him about going to the park and petting Alpine. Every once in a while she’ll actually hand him a tool after he points it out for her.

“Alright doll, you now have a big rip bed. Why don’t you try it out?”

Lottie obliges quickly and happily by getting up on it and jumping a few times. She lets herself fall backwards with a laugh. Bucky kneels on the floor beside the bed and pushes some of her loose hair out of her face.

“Is it Lottie approved?”

“Mhm. Big bed cause am big.”

Bucky chuckles. “That’s right but you’ll always be daddy’s little girl.” He says before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Bucky turns and begins to clean up the mess he’s made while Lottie slips off the bed and walks towards one of her play chests. She’s rummaging around until she finds what she wants.

“Dada can paint? Pease?”

Bucky turns to see her holding her little play makeup kit that Wanda got her for her birthday. Lottie specifically was holding out one of her many nail polish bottles.

“Oh doll, I’m not good at that stuff. Why don’t we go see if mama can do it?”

“No want mama. Want dada to paint.” Lottie said. Her eyes were wide but sad and her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“Ok I’ll paint your nails. But you can’t be mad if they turn out bad.”

“Tank you dada.” Charlotte throws herself into Bucky’s arms in order to hug him. Then she sits on her bed and sticks her foot out before wiggling her little toes. “Can paint dada’s too?”

“You want to paint my nails?”

Lottie nods, way too excited for her own good. He sighs because he knows that there will be no way out of this and he’d do anything for her.

“Ok, you can paint my nails.”

Lottie claps and urges him to hurry up.

******

Henry walks away from the mess Bucky is making in Lottie’s bed to find you in the kitchen. You’re currently reading through recipes for a few side dishes. The team has decided that it’s a lovely afternoon to have dinner outside.

“Hi mama.” Henry says as he walks into the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“I am deciding on what I should make for dinner with the rest of the team?”

“Why do you call them team?”

“Well, they are my team.” You say, a little confused at his question.

“I know but that’s when you go to work. Aren’t they our family too?”

You smile at him. Even with everything he went through he had a huge heart.

“You are absolutely right. I just don’t think about it that much because you can be a team and a family. As long as we’re together. Now, do you want to help me make something for our family dinner?”

He nods as he walks around the kitchen island.

“Go get the step stool so that you can see better.”

“Ok.” He moved around quickly and brought over the step stool you kept in the kitchen so that he could be at a better height. “Where do we start?”

“We start with cutting some potatoes so that we can boil them.”

“Will you teach me how?” He tilts his head to get a better look at you.

“Absolutely. We’ll make a chef out of you.”

For the next hour or so you work with Henry on how to properly use a knife and ignore his comment of him already knowing how to use one. You prep all of the ingredients together, Henry helps you mix them together. Toward the end you are both covered in flour after he accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl. Both of you had trouble breathing but weren’t sure if it was because of the flour or the fit of laughter.

After cleaning up the mess you and Henry continue working together. That is until Charlotte walks out to the kitchen.

“Mama look, dada painted.” She held her hand out so that you could see her perfectly painted nails. They were painted with a sparkly hot pink nail polish.

“Oh my, your nails look so pretty.” You gush and she only seems to get more excited. Then she calls for her dad to come out.

“Made dada look pwetty, mama.”

“You did? But your dad is already pr-“ the words die on your tongue as Bucky steps into the kitchen. You are at a complete loss of words and your mouth hangs open at the sight before you.

He sends you a glare that rivals those of him as the winter soldier. It seems that Charlotte had given him a full makeover. There was a headband on his head and multiple colorful clips and elastics creating small versions of pigtails. Bucky’s face wasn’t any better. Lottie had also used the makeup kit Wanda had gifted her. He had purple eyeshadow eyeshadow and pink blush and even a bit of lip gloss. But the cherry on the makeover sundae was the manicure, if you could call it that. It was hard to miss even if you were sitting in pitch black. In a very messy style, Bucky’s nails were the same nail Lottie had. Even better still was when you looked close enough, the pink also stood out against the black metal of his left arm.

“Oh Lottie,” she looked up at you excitedly and waited to see what your thoughts were. “You did such a good job. Daddy has never looked prettier.”

Lottie shrieked in delight and she clapped and wiggled in her spot. Henry was laughing so hard he almost fell off the step stool but you turned around just in time to catch him. Before Bucky could disappear you took your phone out and took a few pictures of his makeover. You even convinced him to take some pictures showing off his manicure with Lottie.

“If you show anyone these pictures we’re going to have some trouble.” Bucky murmurs but Lottie hears him.

“Habe to show Steebie and Sammie and Tony and Buce and Cint so can make pwetty too.” She argues.

“Why don’t we just take your makeup kit with us? I bet they’ll let you make them pretty anyways.”

“Kay.” She beamed and ran back to her room to prepare her kit. Alpine follows her every step back into her room.

Henry couldn’t stop pointing and laughing at his dad, so much so that he was on the floor. You however were looking at him with so much fondness and love that you might burst, it confused him a bit.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re such a good dad and I love you so much.” You informed him as he walked closer to you.

Bucky only managed to give you the same shy smile he did whenever you told him the same thing. It was still hard for him to accept the fact that he was a father and that he was doing a good job. He looked over your shoulder to find Henry giggling as he got up from the floor to return to his post next to you.

“You also look so pretty right now.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and stood on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss.

“And now you do too since you got some of my lip gloss.”

“Mama doesn’t need makeup to look pretty.” Henry argues and you can’t help the ‘aaww’ that escapes you before you’re hugging him instead.

“Want hug too.” Lottie had walked back out with one of her backpacks stuffed with her makeup kit and probably more hair accessories. She dropped it though and ran towards you so that you could pick her up, which you did.

The time cooking went by quickly and it was just the four of you, and Alpine, having a good time in the kitchen. When it was time to head out to have dinner, Bucky decided to leave Lottie’s work untouched. Of course it caused a lot of teasing by the guys but by the end of it all of them were also done up in signature Lottie style. Even Henry and Vision ended up painted to the heavens. Everyone laughed and joked and you, Wanda, Pepper and Nat took many pictures to have as evidence or blackmail.

There was no better place to be in than between shared laughs and conversations amongst your team or better yet your family.

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Marvin grunted as he woke up, eyes fluttering open and a very confusing sight greeted him. This wasn’t his bedroom? This wasn’t his bed. Marvin turned over in said bed and got hit with another wave of confusion at seeing another body in the bed. Did he have a party last night or something? He still had clothes on so he didn’t-

“Oh, shit. That’s right.” Marvin groaned to himself as the memories of the previous day rushed in at the sight of Jackie’s green hair. “When did I even fall asleep?” He asked himself, seeing that neither he nor Jackie had gone under the covers, meaning they had fallen asleep during the movie. Marvin couldn’t even remember how far they got into it. He recalled finishing his tea, setting the mug aside and that was it. He wasn’t even planning on sleeping in Jackie’s room. He was supposed to stay till he got tired and then leave.

Did Jackie fall asleep first or did he not want to wake Marvin?

Jackie was still sleeping regardless and Marvin didn’t mind just closing his eyes and not being morning Marvin for a bit longer. He didn’t get that wish as Jackie turned over, felt the presence of someone near, and with a grunt of his own, he woke up and saw himself looking right at someone’s face.

“Holy fuck!” Jackie flinched and threw himself back, banging his head against the wall and then flopping back down, face to the bed and groaning in pain as he covered his head with his hands.

“Good morning to you too.” Marvin did his best to not laugh at what he just witnessed. “Are you okay?” He did fail at not laughing when Jackie held a thumbs up at him. “You sure you don’t want some-”

“Jackie! Chase said I had to take you to get-” Anti’s shout and the door flying open cut Marvin off. “I knew it! That’s a record!”

“Dude! I told you not to just barge in here!” Jackie scrambled out of the bed.

“If you didn’t want to get caught, you would have locked the door~” Anti sang.

“We’re not caught. Nothing happened.” Jackie reached to push Anti out.

“I wanna hear the details.” Anti slipped away and stood next to the bed, grinning at Marvin. “I’ll hold my hands apart and you show me how big.”

“Anti!” Jackie wrapped his arms around Anti from behind and lifted him. “Nothing happened!” He said as he carried Anti out of the room.

“Aw, he's shy!” Anti laughed, kicking his legs in the air and his laughter only got louder as he was tossed out of the room and Jackie closed the door.

Marvin just stayed in the bed and watched the chaos, letting it happen and waiting until Jackie was finished and leaning his hands against the closed door, head hanging and clearly embarrassed. Marvin shouldn't make it worse…but that meant he definitely was going to

“Were we supposed to have sex? I would have brought the lube.”

“You’re not helping!” Jackie's reaction got Marvin to now be the one laughing.

“You were the one that offered to tie me up.” Marvin laughed more as Jackie pressed his head against the door.

“I'm going to die.”

“Didn't know getting embarrassed was your kryptonite.” Marvin got out of the bed.

“It's pretty damn close,” Jackie mumbled and stepped back from the door when he heard Marvin heading toward him. “You got some sleep, right?”

“I did.” Marvin flashed a smile. Even with a face still red from being teased by both himself and Anti, Jackie still wanted to be sure he was okay.

He really took that hero title seriously.

“Hen will probably kick my ass if I don't let him check out my head.” Jackie weakly chuckled, rubbing the spot he had bumped as he opened the door. “He has like a third eye when it comes to us getting hurt.”

“That’s a good trait to have for a doctor.” Marvin hummed. “I’ll get cleaned up for the day and head to him as well, he wanted more blood.”

“Oh…fun.” Jackie tried to look cool by leaning against the door but instead, the door finished opening and he fumbled over a little since he had nothing to keep him balanced. He quickly got back up on his feet, pretending that didn’t happen as he leaned against it properly. “I’ll meet you down there?”

“Sounds good.” Marvin stepped out of the room and paused, turning to face Jackie. “Thank you, for everything so far. You’re going to make me get tired of saying those two words with how you are, might as well get it started.”

“Helping others is what heroes do.” Jackie with the proud puff to his chest.

“Nah. That’s just what Jackie does.” Marvin smiled again before turning around and going into his assigned room, leaving Jackie to watch him go and try not to blush at his words.

x~x~x

Marvin didn’t like being morning Marvin as he washed up in the attached bathroom to the room and got dressed. These clothes were his but they still felt so weird on his body. Something about the fabric just rubbed him the wrong way despite it being what he always got. He’d have to ask Jackie if this feeling would eventually go away the longer he was here or if it was just something to accept being part of his life now.

“First, I’ll visit Henrik and then I’ll get some tea and breakfast,” Marvin said to himself as he left the room, tightening up his ponytail after closing the door. “Some cereal doesn’t sound so bad or maybe there’s some-” Marvin stopped mid-step when he heard a happy squeal and got run into by someone half his height. His eyes widened when he looked down.

Is that a child?”

“Oh! Sorry!” The child apologized with a laugh. Marvin couldn’t place the age of the kid, honestly, he knew next to nothing about them and became an awkward stiff wall as the child looked at him and tilted his head. “Are you Marvin?”

“Yeah?” Marvin’s answer came out as a question.

“Cool! I’m Robbie! I’m…I think I’m six or seven or…um…I don’t know yet. I have to go ask Dad.” The child tapped his chin as he thought.

“Dad?” Marvin had a few people in mind that he really hoped wasn’t this child’s father.

“There’s my boy!” Anti popped up out of nowhere and scooped Robbie up.

“Oh please, no.” Marvin groaned, he’s experienced Anti for less than an hour in total and he hated the idea of him reproducing in any way shape, or form.

“You’re not my dad!” Robbie protested, crossing his arms in a pout.

“Thank God.” Marvin didn’t even try to hide his relief. “Wait, so who is his father?”

“Jackie,” Anti answered with a grin.

“I don’t believe you.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “You’re trying to start shit again and I am not in the mood.” He walked past Anti. Henrik likely knew the answer and he’d just ask him. Anti was not a good source for information, lesson learned.

“Fine, it’s Hen or at least that’s who Robbie calls dad.” Anti huffed as he put Robbie down.

“He’s Uncle Anti,” Robbie stated and then just ran, passing Marvin and then going into where Henrik’s office was.

“Uncle-” Marvin’s question stopped when he turned to Anti and noticed that he was staring off at nothing, eyes fully black and a dark green mist coming from his shoulders. He then suddenly snapped back to the present and shook his head. His eyes were what they had been before and the mist vanished. “You good?”

“When you see Jackie later, tell him that we’re doing a doughnut run.” Anti brushed what had happened aside and walked off.

“Great. More things on the list of ‘what the fuck was that’?” Marvin rubbed his face with a hand. “I swear it keeps getting longer and longer before I can even cross something off of it. I should literally write it down to keep track of all of this nonsense.” He continued speaking to himself as he got to the office and walked in as well.

“Hi!” Robbie greeted from the chair behind the desk. Henrik was over at a wall of filing cabinets.

“Good morning, Marvin. Did you sleep well?” Henrik asked, pulling out a file.

“Somewhat. Didn’t go down for a while but what sleep I got was good.” Marvin stood at the door and gave Robbie a little wave to acknowledge his greeting.

“That sounds about right for your first night. It takes some time to adjust to the new environment but some sleep is better than no sleep to start.” Henrik opened a different drawer and pulled out another folder.

“Jackie got me some melatonin tea and that helped,” Marvin said.

“Ah, yes. That tea has been a savior for some of us.” Henrik went back to his desk, placing one folder down and opening the other. “Grant me a few moments with Robert here and then I will take that blood sample. Chase wants to celebrate your first morning here with some doughnuts so you will not need to worry about breakfast. JJ’s making some tea and Chase is making coffee so that is taken care of for you, too.” Marvin watched Henrik work as he spoke, he and Robbie moving in what was likely a routine as they didn’t need to even look at each other while it all happened. Robbie placed a hand in Henrik’s and Henrik pricked his finger with something and swiped the droplet of blood on what looked like a sheet of paper.

“And it’s just us…Septiceyes, right? For the breakfast?”

“Correct.” Henrik took the sheet of paper and placed it inside a machine that hummed after the lid was shut. “You should not need to worry about meeting the others for at least a week. Sometimes they are impatient but we will make them wait.”

“Impatience seems to be a trait a lot of us share,” Marvin commented.

“That is fair.” Henrik agreed as the machine beeped and he read the screen. “And that confirms you are six this week, Robert.”

“Okay!” Robbie bounced off the desk and then ran out of the room.

“This week? Is he not always six? Is he not always a child?” Marvin asked while Henrik jotted down some notes into one of the folders and then tidied up.

“It is very complicated to explain, but, to save you some trouble in seven days, Robert’s age changes. So far it seems to be random but his ages range from five to twenty-five. He’s yet to be younger or older than that.” Henrik picked up the other folder of his and guided Marvin through one of the connecting doors to put him back in the exanimation room he had been in yesterday.

“How long would it take to explain why he does that?” Marvin asked, sitting himself on the examination table.

“Months and even then, I am still learning. When we found him, he was at his youngest, scared little thing, and he clung to me like a duckling does to their mother. And when he became a teenager a few days later, he referred to me as dad and while I am not his father, I do not have the heart to correct him. Especially when he is a child, I cannot handle when he cries.” Henrik had his back to Marvin, not letting him see his face as he pulled out supplies to take blood from Marvin again.

“You’re not suited to have custody of any of them,” Marvin recalled the argument Henrik and Chase had when he first arrived at the House. He saw how Henrik froze, his shoulders slumped and he shook his head.

“That I am not.”

“Why not?”

“A story for another day.”

“Hey, Hen!” Jackie greeted as he strolled in, preventing Marvin from asking more questions. “Oh-I-I’ll come back-”

“Did you hit your head?” Henrik asked.

“He really does have a third eye,” Marvin said.

“It was just a bump on the wall. It’s fine.” Jackie walked with Henrik when his arm was grabbed and he sat in the chair he was put in.

“Any headache?” Henrik asked, brushing Jackie’s hair aside in search of redness or a bump.

“No.”

“Dizziness?”

“No.”

“Blurry vision?”

“No.”

“Everything looks fine. Do not do what you did again and you are free to go help Anti with doughnuts.” Henrik patted Jackie’s back, getting him to stand.

“I can do that! What kind of doughnuts do you like?” The first part was to Henrik and the second was to Marvin.

“I enjoy chocolate eclairs,” Marvin answered.

“On it!” Jackie ran out of the room before anything else could be said.

“One of these days I will find the source of all that energy.” Henrik chuckled.

“You could charge the world for the rest of eternity if you do.” Marvin joined in on the chuckling.

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