#like. 'well if i went with you id like this. just joking BUT talk to ichijou' like hm ok.
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one of my favourite kuuga scenes (Tsubaki and Ichijou, episode 38) and then, itâs bestie (Tsubaki and Godai, episode 47) which I think are interesting to watch back to backâŚ
neither of them feature both Godai and Ichijou, but, espeically put together, theyâre two of my fave goichi moments⌠I have so much I could say about them, that I donât even know where Iâd begin
#my dream huh. it was him aaaaaaaaaaaa!#lying down in a puddle forever...............#guhhg also reaosn number one why i dont think goichi are togehter during the course of the show#i feel these scenes hit Because of the unaddressed feelings. i dont think ichijou's yearning feels the same it's been acknowledged#there's such a 'he shouldn't tether himself to me' from ichijou regarding to godai.#of course. i like to think godai comes back some months after kuuga and is like ok ichijou lets address our feelings!!#but it certainly doesn't happenin the show. i mean godai is avoidant too.#i feel More because of everything that's happening. it's not like ichijou's inherent repression but he doesnt actually do what tsubaki says#tsubaki tells him to talk to ichijou. even subtly implies he thinks godai should whisk him away. which he knows is never happening but stil#like. 'well if i went with you id like this. just joking BUT talk to ichijou' like hm ok.#and the final goichi convo is steeped in so many unsaid things oughghghghhgjdfklds yyellss!!!#the psychic damage i recieve whenever i watch ep 38 it has me on the floor. comparable psychic damage to 48 and 49. for me.#<- only half joking once i had to lie down on the floor lol#kamen rider#kamen rider kuuga#kr kuuga#kaoru ichijou#yuusuke godai#godai yusuke#ichijo kaoru#tsubaki shuichi#shuuichi tsubaki#goichi#kuugaposting
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She veemo on my woomy til I splatoon
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#splatoon#ive been sitting on this ask for months#partially because 'how dare you send me an ask thats funnier than anything i post'#which is technically true in the sense that i never make any original posts ever. i just reblog other people's stuff#which really begs the question like. Why was this ask sent to me instead of one of the splatoon fanartist i reblog stuff from#was anon worried about making a sex joke to one of the splatoon microcelebrities here on tumblr so they sent this to me; a total nobody?#is anon one of those splatoon fanartists who noticed my reblogs; went thru my blog -#and used this ask as a way to gauge how much friend material i am#just the other day i had a talk with a friend over whether id recognize them on anon. is this from that friend??#my initial assumption was that anon sent this so id reply to it somehow or at least post it. but why. i basically dont have followers#im not one of those tumblr users with hundreds of followers whos known to be funny. What audience do you think your ask would get to anon?#anyway i have a minor crisis every time i look at this ask on my inbox#but this time it led to me deciding to finally post this ask. That thing I said about never making original posts?#well maybe its time to change that#i wont but its nice to think of the idea#sometimes i have original post ideas but then i dont want to post them because nobody would see it#i always want to save it for some hypothetical future where i have tons of followers who will see my posts#and yet one has to think. i will never get followers if i dont post#im still not gonna post tho. tumblr is something i look at for fun im not putting effort into this thing
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In case you were wondering how deep down the Batfam fixation hole I am, it's something I've actually been talking about in therapy a lot.
Not like, in a worried way, more just when my therapist asks me what I'm doing in my downtime, my answer always used to be either "sleeping" or "I don't have downtime. I have too much work to do."
Now my answer is "playing my Batman game" or "watching Batman show/reading comics/writing unhinged Batman x Muppet fanfic."
And my therapist is delighted. She's fucking ecstatic. She's like, "You have interests again!" and I'm like !!!! Because here's the thing.
Almost dying in 2019 kinda irrevocably fucked up my brain, like, a lot. Like a lot, a lot. And I've been grieving over that for the last few years as well as recovering from the physical aspects of it. And to cope with it, I threw myself into work even though I wasn't physically or mentally well enough, and that made everything worse, and well, if you've been here, you know.
My brain has not been kind to me for a long time. It still isn't. But I do the work. I do multiple types of therapy a week. I piece myself back together on the daily and try to remember what it means to be human and not just this numb static void that sometimes sounds like shrieking if you listen too closely.
And then randomly, a few months ago a friend bought me Gotham Knights on Steam, and it was like a light turned back on. The engine that'd been refusing to turn over for years suddenly sputtered back to life, and something in my brain went, "Hey, I remember this... this is fun?"
And then I started tentatively searching the tags here on Tumblr, and yeah, actually. I remember this. I remember enjoying this. I can dip my toes into this. This is safe. This is a childhood interest from Before the almost-dying-trauma. And besides, it won't get in the way of my work. This isn't going to consume me. Nothing consumes me like it used to. I'm too broken for that.
Except, haha, jokes on me because, for some fucking reason, Brucie fucking Wayne and his gaggle of chaotic crime-fighting children is what reached into my brain, picked up my trauma, and started shaking it loose like a category 7 earthquake.
I actually laughed about that with my therapist a few weeks ago. Of all characters, of all pieces of media, it's Batman that's helping me process a significant chunk of my emotional trauma in a healthy way.
The most emotionally constipated vigilante in superhero existence, and I'm weeping like a child every time I get an achievement in Gotham Knights, and it says some bullshit like this:
ID: a purple steam achievement icon that says: He'd Be So Proud Of You. Reach the maximum level as any member of the Batman Family. 6.3% of players have this achievement. /end ID.
(for context, Batman is dead in this game, and you are playing as his emotionally devastated children trying to keep it together. Wailing, gnashing, crying, throwing up etc, etc.)
And my therapist, who has sat with me through EMDR sessions and a multitude of other shit designed to rewire your brain, just shrugs and says, "Sometimes we need to externalize our emotions through safe media. For you, right now, that safety is Batman having a relationship with the Muppets."
And like... okay, yeah. I'll take the win on that one.
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when lamb!reader had suggested a video call with jj instead of hanging out at her house, it felt simply preventative. sheâd been having urges lately, feelings â ones sheâs not used to feeling. sometimes when she was around jj, it was like her body had a brain of its own. an unholy and disgraceful brain that went against what she thought she was wishing. she was beginning to believe if they were to hang out in person one on one, she might act out of impulse to sate the desire that had built inside her.
youâd been feeling this way since heâd gifted you that stuffed lamb. he was technically just a friend, no different from the other pogues youâd been hanging out with since trying to find your feet in the obx â but there was a different sort of simmering tension you felt with him and only him. what started as annoying teasing and jabs became warm fluttering in your stomach and unholy thoughts about his hands and mouth. it was like he knew it too, jj always seemed to have this look in his eye, a curl to the corner of his mouth â like there was something about you on the tip of his tongue that he was withholding. it made you want to set yourself alight.
as the call sound rings on your screen, you ponder why youâd made your hair all pretty, and why youâd chosen your best white nightgown. it felt and looked innocent at best, but as much as youâd hate to admit it â the fact there was nothing beneath gave you a rush like no other.
your thoughts were interrupted by his handsome face on your screen.
âfancy seeing you here, lamb chop.â he smirks, that same knowing look in his eye that he always had. without thinking you fiddle with your cross necklace.
âdidnt i tell you to stop calling me that?â you respond, feeling as though you hid the hitch in your throat pretty well.
âand why would i listen to you?â he jokes, shuffling in his desk chair â bedroom a mess in his background. youâre about to comment on it, tell him to tidy it on instinct to nag him but he speaks first. âlookinâ real good tonight. you get all pretty for me?â
something about the way he asks that sends heat to your lower regions, something that felt forbidden and wrong and yet addicting.
âiâm just wearing what i sleep in. i figured id check in with you before i get some rest.â itâs an attempt at sounding casual, something youâd clearly applied much time and thought to.
âyou wear that to sleep? pan down for me real quick?â you hear him shuffle closer to the screen like he was really trying to get a good look, and without thinking you obey â showing him the white lace of your night gown, from the straps to the way it falls on your upper thigh. he chuckles with a quiet âmm.â sound, and youâre panning back to your face quickly â glancing subconsciously at the door, wondering what your mother might say if she saw you showing your night gown to a boy.
âthats real pretty lil lamb. like you.â you hate how smooth he was, how every compliment had heat rushing to your centre.
âno need to flatter me.â you shrug a shoulder, and he doesnât miss the way your tits jostle a little at the movement. he even leans on his elbows at his desk, eyes pointed downward unabashedly.
âright, right so⌠little limbrey⌠talk me through your night time routine. i wanna step into your shoes for a lil bit.â he settles, always insanely good at making conversation from nothing. you purse your lips in thought, looking around your room.
âwell⌠i showered, changed, and usually before bed i do something stimulating but relaxing to get me ready to sleep and tire me out.â you list, staring at the book going unread on your bedside table. he huffs a laugh through a smirk and his brows shoot up.
âoh yeah? you stimulate yourself? tell me more âbout that.â he jokes and you furrow your brows, adorably in his opinion.
âwhat do you mean?â you question and jj licks his lips, trying to hold himself back from laughing anymore but failing miserably.
âah, iâm just playinâ with you babydollâ carry on.â he waves a hand but youâre curious now. perhaps you sensed there was some innuendo behind it, but you pushed anywayâ your inner excitement getting the better of you. you shift on your bed to lay on your side, getting more comfortable.
âi wanna laugh too, tell me what it means?â you pout grumpily which makes him relent instantly.
ânah⌠i was just makinâ a joke about⌠you know⌠you playinâ with yourself. âlotta people do that before they sleep.â he dismisses, and usually youâd scold him or make a face â but tonight, youâre not sure what possesses you â you ask,
âdo you?â
jj blinks in surprise at the question for a second.
âdoâŚuh, well,â he coughs awkwardly and you already regret asking. you cast your eyes downwards. âyeah, i do. you donât ever⌠indulge?â
youâre quick to shake your head, though youâre lying. youâve tried a few times.
âits a sin.â the words are instinctual when they leave you, and it only deepens jjâs amused expression that forms once more across his handsome features.
âyeah uh, no shit honey. you gotta release sometimes though right? sâbetter that way⌠keeps the sinful activities at bay so you donât go out nâmake bad choices. preventative procedures nâall that shit.â he converses, scratching his temple â a habit youâd pick up on when heâs a tad nervous or apprehensive.
youâd never thought of it that way before, so you take a moment to stare into space â a rush of relief coming over you. he was right. it had to be better than going and sleeping around, surely.
âwow, thatâs⌠uncharacteristically insightful.â
âiâon know what that meansââ
âyouâre right. i donât feel so bad anymore.â you chime, looking rather elated. his smile returns and he tilts his head.
âyeah? so you do indulge?â he drags it out, like he wants to tease you but he doesnât wanna push too hard and shut you down again. you bite your lip, mulling over his question.
âmânot great at it, but yes.â you try to remain prideful, sticking your nose up a little.
âcomes with practice i guess. iâmma beat around the bush here â iâd say i know my way around lady parts pretty good so like, if you ever need any pointers⌠on how to⌠yâknow, suppress your urges⌠i gotâchu.â he tries to sound nonchalant, careful, even shrugs for added effect. what he doesnât see, is your hand reaching blindly to your bedside table and turning the framed image of Jesus to be face down.
twenty minutes later, and youâre hot in the face with your back propped up against a load of frilly, fluffed pillows. the laptop sits between your spread legs, displaying your open glossy cunt centre screen, your fingers stroking circles over your throbbing bud as you try to suppress your whimpers.
âuh-huh, juuuuuust like that. you wanna try rubbinâ it up and down? or do you wanna stick to the whole circle thing.â beneath his desk, jj slowly rolls his fist over his cock. he felt kinda weird about it, but he didnât wanna alert you to the fact he was helping himself tooâ thinking it might freak you out and make you call it a night.
ââlike it like this!â you squeak, being mindful of your volume. you knew the pain meds had likely knocked your mother out clean by now, but you could never be too careful. you buck your hips against your hand, and even through the quality of the video call jj can see the arousal pooling between your spread legs. you had no idea how needy you could be.
âgod damn, mamaâ you needed this, huh?â he chuckles, but itâs kind and heâs not teasing, infact thereâs a softness to it. an affection.
âmhmmm.â you release in a whine, and jj is thrilled. he loved that he got you like this, letting go of all your beliefs for a while, forgetting it all because your head is so hazy with pleasure.
âkeep rubbing just like that, yeah? just like iâd do it.â he mutters the last part, but he knows you hear it when your eyes flutter open, hand slowing. shit. he didnât want you to come to your senses about just how sinful this whole thing wasâ he was barely teaching anymore, more so talking you through it.
his eyes widen a tad and his own hand freezes. âshit, uhâ sorry âbout that. thatâs my bad, i got carried away.â
in a whisper, with furrowed brows like it pained your very being to ask, you come forth with âkeep talking like that.â
it stuns him for a few second, and his thumb swipes over his tip again. âwait⌠for real?â
âunfortunately itâsâŚmmphâ itâs the only thing thatâs gonna get me there. iâm tired, jj⌠i just wanna⌠i wannaââ
âcum?â he tries to stop the grin by pressing his tongue to the corner of his mouth, and his expression softens when he sees the way you melt, more arousal dribbling from you.
âyeah.â you groan, causing jj to pout in faux sympathy.
âyeah? i got you mama. keep strokinâ that pretty thing. iâmma tell you right now, youâre missinâ out on this tongue. i could make you feel things you never thought you could feel. would make you cream so hard youâd have tears down them pretty cheeks. that what you wanna hear, lil lamb?â
âoh⌠oh god!â your toes clench, everything clenches.
ânah baby, it ainât god. sâjust me.â
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baba face
[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]
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wc: ~2400 words
warnings: reader takes a little tumble
a/n:Â this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!
pairing:Â stucky x gn!little!reader
summary:Â sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies
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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didnât always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again.Â
Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream youâve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable.Â
During group meal times, youâd make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, youâd pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tonyâs summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didnât mind too much though, the sky probably wasnât as comfortable as being held by Baba.Â
Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam.Â
Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew youâd love it.Â
On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug.Â
âI missed you, Sammy!â
âI missed you too, peanut.â He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. âI gotcha something.â
You beamed at him. âThank you! I love it!â
Sam laughed. âYou havenât even opened it yet!â
âI already know Iâm gonna like it because itâs from you,â you said, matter of factly. âBut okay.â
You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush.Â
It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasnât the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushieâs grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky.Â
âHE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!â You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasnât sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face? Â
Bucky figured that this wasnât something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didnât ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out.Â
The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. Youâd have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, youâd make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dadaâs hair or bite your Babaâs ears.Â
Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didnât have a favorite, but you didnât have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride.Â
He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldnât be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didnât fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, heâd ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovinâ.Â
The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in Augustâthe first: survey a crime group thatâs suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging.Â
After successful recon, Natashaâs plane landed in the Avengerâs HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.
âGot any room for a couple more friends on that couch?â
âNatty, youâre back!â You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. âWhereâs the other friends?â
She held up a bag with the arm that wasnât hugging you. âYour new friend traveled a long way to get here.â
You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift.Â
âYou guys are spoiling them, you know that?â Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.
âOh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?â
Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.
âDoesnât count if the movies came from your time, right?âÂ
Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering.Â
âBABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!â you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. âDada, look!â
âOh heâs beautiful, baby.â Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. âWhat do you say to Nat?â
âTHANK YOU NAAAT!â you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.
âWhere are you going, baby? And no running indoors!â Steve shouted as he chased after you.Â
You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. âI havâta show Baba my new friend!â
Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Samâs face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.
Sam turned to Natasha. âYou have no idea what youâve just started.â
She smirked. âAnd you have no idea what youâre getting into.â
Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. âWeâre gonna need more space in the playroom.â
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The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals.Â
Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.
âHi, Baba,â you sniffled.
âHey, sweetie. Whatâs going on? You eatinâ your snack?â
âMhm.â
âWhy arenât you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.â
You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. âI canât fit all my friends there.â
âOh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?â He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He shouldâve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It mustâve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury.Â
You perked up at his next words.Â
âBaba has something for you.â Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. âYou can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one youâre walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?â
You shrugged, âI guess I can do that.â You really wouldâve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasnât practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushiesâ names.
Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didnât notice what you were writing down.
Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. âBaby, why are you writing âBabaâ on everything?â
You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. âThatâs their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-â
âWhy do you call them that?â
ââCause look!â You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. âThey look like Baba!â You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing.Â
Buckyâs heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys.Â
Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now.Â
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Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didnât want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasnât harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you.Â
âHey, go easy with turtle me,â Bucky teased.Â
âTurtle you?â Steve asked.Â
Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. âDonât you see the resemblance?âÂ
âWhatever, punk. At least my face isnât the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.â Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Buckyâs face.Â
The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. Heâd seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other.Â
Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him.Â
âHi, Baba!â
âGood morning, baby.â Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steveâs cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels.Â
You hugged Bucky and couldnât help but notice that one of his hands wasnât hugging you back.Â
âBaba, hug me better,â you whined.Â
Bucky laughed. âHang on, Iâve got somethinâ for ya.â
You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble.Â
âIT'S DADA!â You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream.Â
âDadaâs right here, bubba. Whatâs going on?â
You held up the plush while doing a little dance. âLook! Itâs a Dada giraffe!â
Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about âfinding a Baba for this Dadaâ while your daddies shared a look.Â
Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, âWeâre gonna need more space in the playroom.â
#stucky x little!reader#daddy!stucky x little!reader#gn!little!reader#oneshot#fluff#sfw regression#agere fic#marvel agere#sfw agere#baba face#baba-face#toosh writes#plushie fic#stuffie fic
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Synastry/Composite Observations đ
(These are just some of my experiences and I really just wanna share what I learned with yall)đ
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đ⨠Saturn square Venus can really just throw off the timing of a relationship. Well its less the timing and more of the fact of that the two people cant ever make their minds up and mature up for one another. And there are for sure alot of barriers that come withing this aspect one of them being that other people can set these two apart. In the couple that i saw this in the guy was Saturn and the woman was Venus. Venus was led on for almost 2 years while Saturn chased a different woman in that time. Until in may 2023 they started talking but their communication was off so Saturn broke it off. Now in december everyone finds out Saturn wants her back but Venus has moved on. So in their case it was a lack of maturity and indecisiveness.
đ⨠Venus conjunct Pluto makes the Venus person SO obsessive ESP if the Venus person has scorpio in their natal chart. Remember the Saturn guy from the first bullet point? He was the guy ive had a crush on for the past 3 years and in my scenario with him, hes the pluto in this case. Sadly it was unrequited but man this guy had me in a chokehold which was weird because I never wouldve thought id be attracted to someone like him. Its like no matter how far I go I cant ever forget about him its so frustrating. My Venus was conjunct his Pluto in Capricorn in my 3rd house so the way we talked to each other was very agressively but strangely we find comfort in it? Talking to him was easy too but lemme tell you when we argued WE ARGUED like it was HEATED. Our friend group always felt so uncomfortable whenever we went back and forth with each other. So yeah i would say really look at what house this conjunction happens in because for me it affected my house of mind, communication, and friends but if it falls in a deeper house like the 8th house the affects would be like 10x more magnified. Alot of people say its a sexual aspect but I really just think it depends on where it lands. I fell hard because im a plutonian person in general i have a Scorpio Moon and Lilith conjunct in the second house and my Venus in the 8th degree.
đ⨠Venus conjunct Moon brings alot of understanding and patience in a friendship/relationship. So ironically the Pluto guy also had his Capricorn Moon conjunct my Venus nd while we did argue alot and made me cry often I always had a soft spot for him. I felt like I understood him and we had many times where we joked around and laughed often. However Venus conjunct Moon can sometimes amplify your emotions to each other if theres other planets in contact with it. In a case like mine BOTH his Pluto and Moon conjuncted my Venus so most of the times our interactions stirred up obesessive and deeper emotions in me. Sometimes he triggered my trauma and i felt judged by him often but as me and him are getting older and are maturing more we stopped attacking each other and started being more honest with how we feel about things. I tell him about my personal struggles and he helps by giving me logical advice. Because of the fact that our aspect was in Capricorn it took us almost 4 years to have proper communication and be able to share our traumas with each other. I trust him alot even though we bicker often and even if he might not like me back hes still such a understanding friend and was there for me when i needed him and that itself is something to appreciate.
đ⨠If one persons Venus doesnt have alot of contact with your planets in your synastry but the other persons Venus has many aspects it may be unrequited. In my instance with the Pluto guy my Venus conjuncted his Moon, Pluto, and Jupiter and trined his Virgo Mars and Saturn while the only aspects his Leo Venus made to my planets was Venus opposition Sun and sextile Vertex. From the guy I really do believe he should have atleast some type of contact with your big six in order for him to feel something.
đ⨠So going back to the Venus and Saturn couple they also had Venus conjunct Lilith in Saggitarius and she was the one who got away. So like i said she was obsessed with him and everybody knew it too. I mean when she found out I also liked him she started hating me even though i never acted on my feelings and tried to supress it. He was the Lilith in this case and you can really see that hes attracted to her but theyre lowkey toxic sometimes. He blew hot and cold to her multiple times and everytime she got a boyfriend he wants her back like what?? She wouldve done anything for him but nah he sold. Theyre never gonna forget about each other and this aspect in my opinion has a very âthe one that got awayâ type feel to it.
đ⨠Even if your planets dont make an aspect you can still feel it sometimes. I have a Gemini Mars and Pluto guy had a Virgo Mars and lemme tell you our arguements were BAD even though they didnt make an aspect. He always knew how to retaliate to whatever i said and always had a slick comment to throw in and my fucked up Gemini Mars self found that interesting which looking back at im hella concerned. I also cant forget that his Mars conjuncted my Saturn and my Mars squared his Saturn so the intensity came from all ends not just the signs.
Onto Composite!
(Just a Disclaimer all of these observations are made off of me and the Pluto guy)
đ⨠Having a Taurus Sun in composite can mean that both people are stubborn. Im just gonna use my experience to explain this but having Taurus in the position of Sun can be either bad or good. Me and Pluto are young weâre both still in highschool so i know this wont be how we are gonna act forever but our relation to each other was a very slow process. It took YEARS for us to get out of the arguing with each other/ insulting each other phase since the 6th grade but damn sometimes i really feel like he doesnt ever get what im trying to say. We move so SLOW when it comes to our friendship and also communication because our Mercury is Conjunct the Sun in Taurus too. I read on a blog named awda on here that Taurus Sun couples never expect to catch feelings and its so true. To start with I never really liked him when i saw him back in middle school but in 8th grade i caught feelings bad nd since then i havent been able to forget about it. And weirdly alot of people ship us too. Ive read online that this placement means comfort with each other and while yes i have felt it sometimes, i feel that the comfort aspect of Taurus Sun in composite only applies if the chart is filled with trines and sextiles. Our composite is just squares and oppositions everywhere so we feel the stubborness and uncompromising aspect of the Taurus energy more than anything else. Ive done everything I possibly can to try to move on but im honestly stuck with him for a while now. Thats how Taurus Sun feels in my opinion. Its long lasting and not something you can run away from. People will ship you as a couple and yall might be like nooooo i would never but then boom one day you actually catch feelings. And who knows maybe one day he will I mean thats what my our older mutual friend tells me. I have no clue how he ever feels and I know its because of his natal Capricorn Moon but ive always held a soft spot for him deep down. Ive always wanted to look after him and wanted him to put his trust into me but it was never like that i guess. Maybe one day it will progress into something more who knows?
đ⨠Venus square Mars was another aspect that we held in alot of our midpoint charts like the progressed composite, the regular composite, and the davison chart. When i tell you how potent the energy of this aspect was to us even though we had Venus trine Mars in synastry. Ive always asked him why do you like arguing with me? Why do you like bothering me? But hes never really been able to give an answer. And i think thats just how this energy is. You start to find comfort in the disagreements and in a way it kept us stimulated. It was a way for me and him to connect and become friends. Dont get me wrong there were times where we genuinely got on each other nerves but with time we got more mature and learn how to talk things out and respect each others boundries. We still bicker obviously i really feel like thats never gonna go away lmao but its wayyyy more toned down now. Im not even trying to be delusional but i sometimes feel like hes always fixated on me the most in social situations and many people have pointed it out to me. Even if it might not be romantic it can still make the two people infatuated with each other. You know the saying âtheres a fine line between love and hateâ this is literally that aspect in a nutshell. You just have to figure out how to express your feelings for one another in a healthy way otherwise you can start to find the other person to be annoying and irritating. This aspect had me all over the place man liking someone and hating them at the same time was crazyyy.
đâ¨Make sure you check your progressed composite too. Obviously relationships change and i think the progressed version of the chart is more realistic in how things are in the present time. In our regular chart we have Venus in Libra which i was like eh that doesnt really match us that well. But when i saw the progressed chart it showed that we have Venus in Scorpio conjunct Mercury in the 10th degree and it makes muchhhh more sense. The twisted way we talk to each other and the deep conversations feel more fitting to Scorpio than Libra. We recently started to open up to each other more and this progression happened in 2023 compared to in 2019 when we first met Mercury was conjunct the Sun in Taurus. So we went from stubborn arguements to being more comprehensive but snarky nonetheless. Also it explains me not losing feelings too lmao. Im only really speaking from my side ive had no clue how he felt but I know that he was just as clueless as me. In our original composite we had Sun square Mars and Mercury opposition Venus and we were like cats and dogs back then. Now, in 2024 we have Mercury conjunct Venus and Sun sextile moon along with Moon trine Venus and Mercury. The Sun square Mars aspect went away and were on the same wavelength alot more now. Its really interesting to see how it changed you should definitely check it out if you get the chance to.
đâ¨Just something that I observed but all the girls he liked they had an aspect of venus trine moon and some type of positive aspect from venus and mars. All of them were weirdly unrequited though and i still dont know how to figure out how people get stuck in the friendzone using composite but i think it depends on the house and peoples natal charts. I dont have their birth time so i couldnt figure the house things out but look to see where the big six fall and what sign the ascendant is in.
I know I dont post on here anymore but I really hope yall enjoyed this!! See yall next timeđ
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SORRY! i originally asked on the wrong post! My bad!
Hello!!!! I have no idea if this is the right post for requests, but i reqd your overjoyed headcanon and absolutely adored it! I love your writing style already! I originally had two requests, but for now ill go with one, with the Amazing Didgital cricus blowing up, i found favoritizim in the mean purple rabbit, i was wondering for some Jax crush headcanons? I loved your other one, and if its no trouble, id love to read it! Have a lovely day/night!!
A/N: omgomg!! it warms my heart hearing that people are enjoying my writing! thank you so much for the request, i hope you don't mind that i sprinkled in some confessing headcanons in there.. enjoyenjoy!!
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Nothing irritates Jax more than someone new. Sure, a new fella to add to the prank list, and yet, another re-do of the theme song. So seeing you spawn into existence, scrambling around fearfully, made him feel both amused and annoyed. Let's just say he started out with mixed feelings for you. Mind you, these are just judgements. He hasn't even met you yet. Rude, I know, but it's Jax.
Meeting you went way better than he thought! You actually didn't find him annoying? That was a change of pace for him. Of course, not like he minded. Not at all! Looks like he'll have a new sucker to prank after all.
Although Jax was amused by you, you sure weren't. Not on the second day, at least. You had been talking with him earlier that day, and he wouldn't shut up about insects. Weird, you'd think of all people to be ranting about insects, it would be Kinger. Until later that night, or at least you thought it was night, you opened your door to find spiders in your bed.
And thus, you became Jax's main target for pranking! Hooray..! Yes, you liked his company--he was actually pretty fun to be around! But, uh, you prefer your outfit to not be soaked from a water bucket by the end of the day.
You two became frenemies. Sometimes, days went by where he wouldn't prank you. Shocking, I know. Jax just didn't wanna be too harsh on you, y'know? Which is weird, because Jax doesn't go easy on folks very often.
On days where he wouldn't prank you, you would sometimes receive notes from him. It was a good spirit lifter to go to your room at the end of a long adventure and see the corniest dad joke ever written on a piece of notepaper with crayon writing, sitting there on your bedside table. And on good days, you'd even write notes back for him!
One day, Jax gets either asked or teased about how he's so fond with you, and so rude to everyone else. He either makes some dumb excuse or tries to raise suspicion on the person asking, like the asshole he is, but it gets him thinking. He doesn't like to think. He's a man of action. But you were a.. different scenario.
Before, he was this complete asshole. And that's it, really. But you did something to him, something that he had no idea what to do with. Caine's gotta be messing with his coding, right? Maybe he input feeings in his code just to be mean. But being mean was his thing! God, what have you done to him..?
You, at the time, had no idea you were stripping away all of his confidence. As far as you knew, he has just been a bit nicer recently. Which was good! Right? Right. The notes would've been obvious proof he was getting better. Well, first, he was sending more notes rather than.. bugs.. but second, the notes started getting nicer and nicer. Some were just straight up compliments. That's when you noticed something was off. Jax never complimented anyone. Though, you didn't mind some of the compliments...
It's not like Jax has never been in love. He knows he had some sort of love life when he was in the real world, but he was left with just wisps of what it actually felt like to love someone. To care for someone. Though, now, he's finally able to remember.
You noticed how his teasing significantly decreased the more you spent time with him. You kinda missed it, but you're not one to complain.
Jax, on the other hand, was on edge all the time around you. He hated that you washed away his confidence facade, he hated how soft he was around you, how vulnerable. But that smug smirk wasn't gone just yet. He had one more "prank" to pull.
Ha, he wishes it was a prank. It really wasn't. This was actually the most serious he's ever been. He stared at the crudely drawn purple heart on a piece of scratch paper, only now doubting everything he's ever done as butterflies arose in his digital stomach. Standing outside your door, he suddenly felt all the nerves coming back to him he never thought he'd have to feel again. Jax swallowed down his nerves, but still couldn't hide the flush look on his face--or the fact that his pretend-guts were being tied into a bow.
Inside the small homemade card was an admittance to something he never thought he had to admit. Something he'd rather admit in person. Instead, since every inch of his confidence was gone at this point, he confessed in horrible handwriting, written with crayola twistables.
Jax took one final breath before sliding the heart under your door.
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Idk if it's a good request or nah, but can you do a imagine in which the reader got adopted by Lyney, Lynette and Freminett family? Not like adopted by the HoH and arle. The trio adopt us but keep us away from Fatui business. We are obviously young and just got isekai'ed to Teyvat. I hope it's not a weird request, I just really want some platonic time with the trio :')
DUDE THIS IS SUCH AN INTERWSTING REQ, ID LOVE TO WRITE THIS !!
Iâm gonna make it so the ages are like, freminet is 16, lyney and Lynette are around 20 and they found you when you were like idk 6
This is so badly written in sorry itâs cause tumblr deleted my progress thrice and my lazy ass lost my motivation on this.
This went from a third person perspective to a first so MY BAD. Iâm really sorry like genuinely đ
Hearth siblings adopt you <3
Tags: none this is in a family situation
Characters: Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, mentions of Arlecchino
Lyney and Lynette were in a mission together, to gather some information from a well-known noble in Fontaine.
The pair had gotten tickets to go to a banquet as requested by father, to âextend connectionsâ and to fulfill their task.
They were in their usual get up, with small extra details such as some pearls on Lynetteâs hair and as for Lyney, he had temporarily glued on extra sequins on his hat.
The two introduced themselves, blending in with the crowd smoothly as they had the noble in sight.
âMy if it isnât the greatest magicians in Fontaine!â
The noble recognized them, after seeing them in the Steambird countless times.
âAh, hello! Pleased to meet you! But ah sir, you must be quite wrong. For we are actually the greatest in all Teyvat!â
Lyney joked, extending his hand for the noble to shake.
âLyney and Lynette, correct?â
The man said, shaking the boyâs hand. They both nod, as Lynette bowed her head.
âPleasure to meet you.â
The three chat, as there was a sudden commotion from the food area.
âOUT!â
The Gardes yelled, pointing to the door. The crowd looked curiously, to see a small child running out of the building.
âAh little dumb kids. Which noble would bring their child to a grand place like this?â
The noble chuckled. The twins (though they didnât want to) laughed along with his remark.
The twins were smooth, they knew how to talk so they would get answers. They got all the information they needed and decided to linger around longer, to promote themselves as well.
âAh well sir, we are going to take our leave for now. Thank you!â
The two introduced themselves to others.
âWeâre Lyney and Lynette!â
They said, showing others small card tricks.
After a few hours they got all they needed and more, and left the venue. As the two walked out and made their way to the Hotel Bouffe Dâete, they heard small cries.
ââŚ.brother look.â
The cat-hybrid pointed towards a bush, walking towards it a little. They sawâŚa child, a child who looked barely an age over 5. Hugging their knees while shivering and crying.
ââŚhello..â
The cat hybrid held out her hand, only for the child to look even more terrified.
âWe wonât hurt youâŚâ
The hybrid kneeled down to the childâs height, as the young boy approached them and kneeled down as well. The child only looked more scared.
âHeyâŚyour knee is bleedingâŚâ
The young boy said, reaching for his pocket to grab a handkerchief.
âMay I?â
The child didnât speak.
âAh..parles-vous francais?â (Do you speak French?)
The child shook their head. âAhâŚâ
âWhatâs your name little one?â
The boy said, suddenly reaching his hand out with the handkerchief.
âIâm just gonna wipe your wound okay?â
The child nodded, as if saying it was okay before telling the twins their name.
âNice to meet you! Iâm Lyney and this is my sisterâ
âLynette. Where are your parents?â
The child shook their head. the hybrid understood.
âI see⌠are you from here?â
Lynette tried to not talk about parents, since it might have been a sensitive topic for you
âNoâŚâ
Her eyes widened in shock, but decided not to question it.
âAh..I see..â
The boy finished wiping your knee. He could have sworn he had seen you somehwere.
âCan you walk?â
You nodded. Standing up. Suddenly, the magician regcognized you.
ââŚah! You were the child who got chased out by the gardes!â
You froze. Were they going to get angry at you? Tell you to scramble off? Were the-
Your stomach grumbled.
ââŚyou were looking for food Werenât you?â
You nod.
âWell in that case..why donât you come home with us?â
Lyney turned to his Sister in shock.
âLynette- we canât possibly just bring another child to the hearth. Youâve seen how the other kids reacted..â
âThey have no home. Where else are they to go?â
âAnywhere but the hearth.â
They kept whispering to each other, not wanting you to hear anything.
Lyney didnât mean to sound rude, he just wanted to keep you out of fatui matters. He wanted to keep you safe especially since it looked like you didnât know anything.
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
ââŚfineâ
âAlright Reader⌠we will take you to a new home okay?â
Lyney sighed. as he carried you up in his arms and started to walk with you.
âWeâll introduce you to our little brother once we get to the hea- at home.â
Lynette pulled some extra sweets out of hee bad, she fed you while her brother was carrying you. As all 3 of you walked, you fell asleep in his arms.
Lynette and lyney were trying to figure out how to take care of you. They didnât want to tell father, since they didnât want you to suddenly be forced to enter a life full of a murderer and a criminal.
After awhile, you suddenly woke up in a bed, with a short boy sitting on the edge of it.
âAh..umâŚyouâre awakeâŚâ
âHello thereâŚIâm freminet..â
The boy introduced himself, as he Pat your head.
âIâm their little brother.. and Iâll be taking care of you today since theyâre in a missio- ah- since theyâre busyâ
You nodded
The three would keep you in a different place outside the hearth. They would do everything to ensure that nobody from the hearth knew you and father would never find out
You hang out with freminet mostly. He makes the clockwork machines a lot while heâs in your room.
The twins always check on you everyday, and entertain you with magic tricks.
Any attempt of calling them your father or mother, they would immediately shut it down and say âno no you donât have to-â and laugh afterwards
Whenever you get sick one of the twins would make an excuse to father to not go on a mission, and instead take care of you.
Freminet often gives you some toys, he gets slightly happy whenever he comes back to your home to see you playing with them.
As you grow up, the three teaches you more things (like for school) and they even let you watch some of their shows. On the condition that âyou must act like you donât know us personally. Got it?â
Honestly they would be really nice older siblings to you, they also feel pride in themselves that they âraised a kid normallyâ
They let you leave your room whenever you want, on the condition that you must say a fake name and call them whenever you go out (and when youâre back).
Sometimes on missions, they feel bad for leaving you out so if they go to another ball, they have an extra ticket for you. They often tell you theyâre just âpromoting the showâ but you donât mind it.
You get really suspicious and weirded out sometimes, but then freminet would just make an excuse like âsince youâre not from Fontaine, people might look for youâŚâ
I bet the three genuinely think theyâre being so slick but in reality, arlecchino knows about this. I dont know how she found out, maybe the way all three of them have gotten more food than usual? But she knows about you. She knows your real name, your age and how you look like, but she pretends to not know a thing. She finds it amusing that her 3 kids are trying so hard to give you a normal life and she wants to see the outcome of this.
All 4 of you become really close. Lyneys always there if you need someone to cheer you up, lynette is always there if you want comfort or desserts, and Freminet is literally like your best friend.
They set your birthday in the day they found you. Whenever itâs your birthday, all three give you presents and gives you their favorite food.
On their birthdays, they visit you late (since the hearth also celebrates) but whenever they do, they have their favorite foods and you have a gift for them too that they always appreciate. (And they would always use)
Whenever youâre alone for long periods of time, they would apologize and make up for it by staying with you the entire day the next day.
Iâm actually so sorry for the shitty writing like genuinely and this wasnât proofread either đ but thank you so so much
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the city of love
synopsis in which dokyeom proposes to yn in Paris pairing nonidol!lee dokyeom x gn!reader genre fluff warnings dk being anxious, a small part about cabarets, terms of endearment/petnames, kisses, reader wears a dress, that's all i can think of (do let me know if theres more) word count 1.9k
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notes: been loving romcoms for a while and decided to write this story based on what id like my proposal to look like HAHAHA hope yall like it !! p.s. 10 things i hate about you is one of my favourites <3 do give me more ideas for fics in the cmmts or send me an ask !!
As Dokyeom paced around the room, his mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. The suitcase in front of him was half-packed, clothes neatly folded, but his thoughts were anything but organized. The idea of proposing to you filled him with both excitement and anxiety. He glanced at the bag of balloons heâd slipped into his luggage, a reminder of the grand plan he had meticulously crafted for a few months now.
âWhat if they donât say yes, hyung?â Dokyeom fretted, pacing around their room as he packed for the trip with Y/N. His phone was on speaker, and he were calling the group for some last-minute advice.
âHave you seen the way they look at you?â Seungkwanâs voice came through, trying to sound reassuring. âIâm pretty sure theyâll say yes.â
âIf they say no, can I steal them from you?â Dino joked with a laugh. âThey make amazing cookies.â
âNot helping,â Dokyeom mumbled, nervously folding another shirt into their suitcase.
Dokyeom's fingers brushed the edge of the velvet ring box, its weight a tangible symbol of his hopes and fears. âI just hope everything goes smoothly. What if all this effort is for nothing? They might leave me.â
âDonât worry about all of that,â Jeonghan advised gently. âRemember to have fun. Trust the plan. Everything will fall into place if itâs meant to be.â
âAnd donât forget to pack the ring,â S.Coups chimed in with a grin that Dokyeom could practically hear.
Dokyeom took a deep breath, nodding even though no one could see him. âAlright, I think Iâm all packed. Letâs hope everything goes according to plan.â He muttered the last part.
Everything had gone surprisingly well so far. You and Dokyeom had talked about this trip to Paris for years, but something always got in the way. Now, finally, both of you were able to take a seven-day leave and make it happen. The city felt like something out of a dream â timeless, and full of hidden wonders.
On the first day, after landing in Paris, you both felt the excitement settle in as you headed straight to the Louvre. The enormous layout of the museum took your breath away as you went inside, surrounded by art from all around the world. Walking hand in hand, you wove through the maze of halls, pausing at famous works like the Mona Lisa and Winged Victory of Samothrace.
When you reached the sculpture Psyche Revived by Cupidâs Kiss, you both stood in awe. The way the marble figures intertwined seemed almost too lifelike, as if they were frozen in a moment of affection. You couldnât help but admire the way the light bounced off the smooth stone, highlighting every detail. Dokyeomâs arm hugged your waist as you both took in the beauty and history surrounding you.
âItâs amazing, isnât it?â You whispered, eyes fixed on the sculpture.
Dokyeom nodded, a small smile on his lips. âYeah, but you know whatâs even more beautiful?â He turned to look at you, his smile widening.
You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging him gently. âYouâre such a cheeseball.â
âI mean it, though,â he chuckled, squeezing your hand. âI still canât believe weâre here. Together.â
In that moment, surrounded by art and history, everything felt perfectly right.
You spent more time at the Louvre than planned, snapping tons of photos for Instagram and for your own memories.
On the second day, you and Dokyeom decided to explore the Montmartre, starting with the stunning SacrĂŠ-CĹur Basilica. The white domes stood out against the sky, offering an amazing view of Paris below. Inside, the intricate mosaics shimmered in the light, creating a serene atmosphere as you took in the stunning architecture.
After leaving the Basilica, you strolled through the nearby Place du Tertre, a lively square filled with the buzz of street artists and their easels. You and Dokyeom sat down to get your portraits done, soaking in the lively atmosphere. The atmosphere was vibrant, with the sounds of sketching, laughter, and conversations blending together into a perfect Montmartre experience.
After a delicious lunch at a little cafĂŠ, you both headed to the MusĂŠe d'Orsay. There, you found yourself captivated by masterpieces from artists like Van Gogh and Monet. Each painting seemed to pull you into its world, and the museumâs elegant interior only enhanced the experience. The two of you wandered through the halls, taking in every detail of the beautiful works of art.
As evening approached, your excitement began to build. You were about to experience the legendary Moulin Rouge, a cabaret show in Paris youâd heard so much about. Dokyeom, always full of surprises, had secretly bought tickets for the famous venue. As you arrived, the bright lights, vibrant costumes, and captivating performances whisked you away to a world of entertainment you had only dreamed of. Checking "watching a cabaret show" off your bucket list felt even more magical than you had imagined.
By the third day, you decided to slow things down, spending the afternoon at the Champ de Mars for a picnic, with the Eiffel Tower looming gracefully above. You both laughed as you watched tourists pose dramatically in front of the landmark, feeling content in your own world together. Later, you took a scenic cruise along the Seine River, the water shimmering in the late afternoon light.
The two of you returned to the hotel room early to prepare for a special dinner at the Eiffel Tower, a night you had anticipated with excitement. You had chosen a stunning white Chanel mini dress, its chic simplicity accentuated by black off-shoulder sleeves that framed your shoulders gracefully. A delicate ribbon, adorned with a Chanel camellia, cinched the waist, adding a touch of timeless elegance. The soft glow of the evening light made the fabric shimmer subtly as you moved.
Dokyeom had chosen a new suit to complement your outfit. His classic black and white suit was impeccably tailored, with a simple yet elegant Chanel brooch pinned to the lapel.
âI had to pick out a new suit to match you, you know,â he said with a playful smile. âAnd I didnât want to risk being turned away because of the dress code.â
âI'm glad though. You look handsome as always.â
After taking some photos on the balcony, you headed out to the restaurant. As you were about to leave, Dokyeom asked you to wait outside while he spoke with the concierge.
You were puzzled by the request, but when he returned, he explained that he had arranged for extra towels and soap to be delivered to your room. You didnât think much of it and continued your way to the dinner venue.
The both of you indulged in a long-awaited culinary experience at Le Jules Verne, a restaurant you had been eager to visit ever since seeing it in Murder Mystery 2. Dining high above Paris with panoramic views of the city, the experience was as unforgettable as you had hoped. The sophisticated atmosphere and exquisite cuisine made it a perfect end to a delightful day â or so you thought.
Back at the hotel, Dokyeom asked you to close your eyes. He gently guided you into the room, covering your eyes with his hands.
âClose your eyes.â
âWhat are you up to? Donât do anything silly; this dress is expensive!â you chided, knowing he might do something playful.
âRelax, Iâm not doing anything stupid. Are they closed?â
âYes, kyeom, they are. Whatâs going on?â
âKeep them closed. Iâll let go now.â
He removed his hands, and you heard him shuffling things around. âOkay, you can open them now.â
You slowly opened your eyes and took in the breathtaking scene before you. Rose petals were delicately scattered from the entrance of the hotel room, leading to a heart-shaped arrangement in the center, where Dokyeom stood, enveloped in a sea of petals. He held a bouquet of roses, their vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the soft light of the room. Silver balloons floated on the windows, their reflective letters spelling out âMarry Me?â Your heart raced as you took in every detail, feeling a wave of emotion swell within you.
As you stepped further into the room, Dokyeom moved to stand within the heart of petals, his eyes full of love and nervous anticipation. He handed you the bouquet, his hands trembling slightly, then knelt down with a deep breath, pulling out a ring box. Your breath hitched as you saw the ring â its diamond gleamed with a brilliance that seemed to capture all the warmth and love in the room, shimmering with every flicker of light.
âDokyeomâŚâ
âY/N, love, these five years with you have been the most incredible of my life. Youâve been my rock through every high and low, my constant when everything else was uncertain. I canât imagine a future without you, and I want to continue building that future together. I want to create more memories with you, face every challenge side by side, and share every joy. My love for you is beyond words. Will you marry me?â
Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you nodded, your voice choked with emotion. âYes, of course I will. I love you so much.â You extended your left hand, and with a gentle, reverent touch, he slid the ring onto your finger. The moment felt suspended in time, the diamondâs brilliance reflecting your shared happiness and the promise of a future together.
âOkay, thank God, because my heart was pounding and my knees were killing me,â he joked, making you laugh as you admired the ring.
âI had it custom-made.â
âReally? Itâs perfect,â you said, turning your hand to catch the light. The ringâs elegant design and intricate details made it feel even more special. âI love it.â
âYeah. I thought youâd like it more this way. I had fun designing it and made sure to include all the details you love,â he said, as you admired the diamond sparkling in the moonlight.
âThank you, Dokyeom. This has been absolutely amazing.â You looked at him and gave him a kiss.
âLetâs take some pictures!â you said, grabbing your camera.
That night, after posting some photos on Instagram, your phone buzzed incessantly with congratulations and likes. But you barely noticed, wrapped up in the comfort of late-night snacks and your favorite movies, nestled beside your new fiancĂŠ.
âBy the way, how did you pull off that incredible surprise?â you asked, gazing at Dokyeom with curiosity.
âWell, the concierge is a secret weapon,â Dokyeom said with a mischievous grin. âTheyâre like fairy godparents for tonight. I think they were so charmed by the proposal that they didnât charge me a thing. They said it was the sweetest thing theyâd ever seen â except maybe the time a couple asked them to help with a proposal on a gondola in Venice. â
You laughed softly, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. âI love you, Dokyeom,â you said, your voice soft as you gazed into his eyes.
âI love you too, Y/N,â he replied. He gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, a gesture that made your heart swell even more.
In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the room and the cozy comfort of each otherâs presence, everything felt perfect.
You had always thought people exaggerated when they called Paris the city of love. But experiencing it firsthand, you couldnât agree more.
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genre: friends to lovers, dad charles/pregnancy au, fluff!, humor, super slight angst
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âI thought the puking was food poisoning,â he says. âJesus, you know how many takeout places Iâve avoided lately?â âWell, itâs not Panda Express. Itâs your alien sperm.â
Or: you finally reap what you sow after fooling around with your best friend. The reaping in question is a kid.
notes... some nsfw allusions, nothing too bad. if pregnancy isnt ur thing this is all about it so.
auds here... i hated this for a long time so i thought id never post it hahahah but i will now bec i just redid some scenes and its okay in my eyes... also this is a bit overdue. i hope u like it everyone! :) title from this
Itâs an hour before the race and youâre absent from your usual spot greeting friends and guests along the paddock. Instead, youâre leaned against the wall of the tiny motorhome bathroom, silently digging your toes into your sandals. Charles knocks twice before trying to open the door and succeeding. He beams when he sees you, goes, âIâve been looking for you everywhere.â
He offers a hand, but you let your eyes shut, refusing to take it. You fail to even make eye contact, holding up the plastic stick thatâd been in your clammy grip for about twenty minutes. Itâs an omen, a portent, a cursed thing, casting your best friend into silence.
Itâs cold and sterile in the bathroomâa stark contrast to where other families might find out theyâre pregnant for the first time. You imagine a lemon yellow room bathed in noon sunlight and a happy balding doctor going âItâs positive, mama!â You picture a white family SUV in the parking lot, a happy blonde couple jumping into each otherâs arms with unadulterated happiness.
Instead, you get: âDo you have COVIâoh.â
âYeah.â You say, pursing your lips. You swallow. âOh.â
âI thought the puking was food poisoning,â he says. âJesus, you know how many takeout places Iâve avoided lately?â
âWell, itâs not Panda Express. Itâs your alien sperm,â you counter, lifting yourself from the wall and bumping past Charles on your way out and into his room. He follows, brows knitted together, muttering something French under his breath.Â
âBy that logic, thatâd mean youâre an alien now, too. See, your kinks have finally met their match.â
You turn, effectively stopping him in his tracks. He almost collides with you, his eyes trained determinedly on the positive pregnancy test in his hand. You cross your arms and narrow your eyes, annoyed. âSeriously. Jokes? Right now?â
âI meanââ
âWhatever,â you say, waving him off. âJust go and drive. We can talk about this later.â
âIâll dedicate the race to the little alien.â He giggles, mimicking a champagne spray, waving the invisible bottle back and forth toward your still-not-showing stomach. His accent switches to a measly English one when he goes, âOh my Gawd! And there goes the alien Leclerc! Wins in first! From pole!â
âGet out. Or so help me God this baby is growing up without you.â
He ends up winning. (âShould I dedicate every race to the aliââ âStop calling it that.â)
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This is nothing but a final culmination of your very layered relationship with Charles. For years, you two had comfortably gone by the âbest friendsâ label, with a hidden âwith benefitsâ clause. Youâd grown up together, separated only when you went to university in New York. Your re-arrival in Monaco, coupled with the both of you having grown older and more independent, marked the start of the sex.
It works like clockwork. To relieve stress, to celebrate, to cure boredom. At some point, both of you just inwardly admitted there was a certain weakness to it. A glass of wine, a stick of tobacco, and youâd give in to the temptation easily. Then, in the morningâsometimes in Monaco, other times in foreign countries where your body feels like itâs still three a.m.âyou come to a mutual agreement to never do it again.
But you always do, laughing in between kisses, mumbling whispered nothings between the sheets (or in the bathtub, or against the wall, orâthat one timeâon the balcony.) And now thereâs proof of it. Well, barely any yet, you realize, staring at yourself in the mirror of Charlesâ hotel room. You turn and flop yourself onto the bed, but face-up. You inch yourself toward the headboard and lean against it in a half-seated position.
âI canât believe IâmâŚâ You sigh. Finally, the jokes fizzle. This is the real talk.
Charles burrows himself next to you, shirtless and in a stupid pair of boxers with red hearts all over them. Youâd gotten them as a Valentineâs Day gag two years ago, but now youâre thinking of the future, of telling this kid their dad has a pair of heart-decorated boxers. Momentarily, and temptingly so, you weigh the options of telling Charles you were joking and running away before sunup.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He asks. Heâd learned the phrase from some obscure American rom-com, if you recall correctly. He uses it constantly, and for many years, improperly.
âIâll give you them for free,â you say, breathless with worry. âWeâre having a kid.â
A hand places itself on your knee. You almost jerk away, but you relax. âWhat do you want to do?â
âWith?â You ask, emptily. Thereâs so much to do. âThe baby?â
âWell, I mean, yeah, but also us.â
âWeâre not dating,â you say, a bit sharper than intended.Â
âWe could.â He pauses. âFor its sake.â He pokes your abdomen.
âI donâtââ You inhale, trying to reorganize all your thoughts. âI donât want people thinking weâre suddenly dating and engaged and happy just because Iâm about to pop a Charles Jr. out. I mean, what are you going to do with your racing? With a kid on the way, howâs travel going to work? My job? My masters?âÂ
âI think⌠I think you and I are lucky enough,â he says slowly, âto be able to weigh all these options without losing too much time or resources. I will support you no matter what, and you know that. And really, who cares if people think we âdateâ because of the baby? You and I have been âdatingâ since we were eleven.âÂ
You donât realize youâre crying until your laugh is mixed with a sob. You donât know if youâre sad, pissed, overwhelmed, lovedâor all four. âOkay? So⌠letâs both think about it. More you than me. And tomorrow, we can weigh this all over again. Letâs sleep on it. Remember? La nuitââ
ââporte conseil,â you finish tearily. âOkay.â
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Itâs two weeks later. Charles gets stuck in the paddock doing something or other for Sunday, so youâre left to your own devices in the parking lot. Five minutes of waiting turns to fifteen, then a half hour. Thatâs the catalyst for your mid-evening freakoutâsuddenly youâre thinking about all the times you and this weird thing inside you might be alone, left for work, by an athlete dad.
âAre you okay?â A voice asks when youâre heaving out another dry, panic-induced sigh. You turn, finding it familiar, and see Seb behind you. He may have been Charlesâ teammate, but heâs a friend to you, too, and you find heâs always the most grounded in heated discussions.
âSeb,â you croak, caught off guard. âIâm fine.â Your voice breaks on the ine, and suddenly fat tears roll quietly down your face.
You tell him eventually, when he asks you again if youâre okay, making him the second person to know; still, the telling doesnât get easier. You didnât even tell Charles, you think. You merely shoved a Clearblue stick in his face and waited for the goofy reaction that would undoubtedly meet your ears.
âA baby,â he says softly. Happily. âCongratulations. This is a big step⌠but you donât sound excited.â
âI mean,â you say in between waves of tears, âI am? I am. Butâit happened so fastâweâre not even officially togetherâand Charles isââ
âDo I need to talk some sense into Charles?â Seb asks suddenly, concerned.Â
âNo. Heâsâheâs being great. Really supportive.â You wipe the tears and fresh ones come. âHeâs happy. You know him. I think Iâm just overwhelmed. I mean Iâm the one whoâs toting this baby around.âÂ
âTake it one step at a time,â he muses. âSee a doctor, work out non-race schedules with Mattia, get everything in order. If I know you, this baby will be in the best hands. And thatâs not even counting Charles.â He pulls you in for a hug that lasts ages, one that says thank you and I love you better than words. You inhale, find the tears have stopped. You realize what comes after thisâitâs telling everyone else. Lily, your best friend. Carlos. Charlesâ family. Your family. The fans, oh God youâd forgotten about the fans. The social media announcements.Â
Charles strolls into the parking lotâruns, more like, with apologies spouting out of him, just two minutes after Seb leaves. He presses a delicate, apologetic kiss to your forehead, a hand on your stomach. âHey,â he says. Then, to your abdomen, covered by a sweatshirt, âHey there, alien.â You wonder what this will be like in two months. In seven. In nine.
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You tell your families over lunch on a lucky off day. There is little surpriseâjust tears from both your moms and Arthur teasingly asking you to recount the details of conception. Youâre in a sundress serving crostini when Pascale pulls you aside to the back of the yard.
She presses a kiss to your cheek, one of conviction and faith. âI always knew,â she says. âYouâre going to be a wonderful mom.â
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The drivers all find out one way or another, news trickling through the grapevine like honey. You share it to Lily first, and of course she tells Alex. You tell Lewis, too, over spring rolls that he claims will power up the baby when itâs born. Charles tells Pierre, who tells Yuki, and Carlos, who tells Lando. You tell Mick, who hugs you and says, âOh my god! I already knew, Seb told me. I kept wanting to say congratulations.âÂ
Itâs a matter of two weeks before everybody knows. You know because youâve barely taken a step into the dimly lit Ferrari motorhome when you halt and bolt back outside, harboring yourself a few metres away at a safe distance. Charles, who had been walking beside you, arm looped around your waist, turns, puzzled.
âWhatâs going on?â He asks.
âNo. Nuh-uh. It smells in there.â
He sniffs the darkness, fumbles for the light switch. âNo it doesnât.â
âIt smells likeââyou grit your teeth, trying to identify the stenchââcheese. And champagne.â
âWhy would it smell like cheââ
He bangs the light open and illuminates a surprise party. The entire grid starts cheering, having unheard the entire conversation. Thereâs a huge banner that says CONGRATULATIONS PARENTS, and on a makeshift table in the centre, an assortment of cake slices, cheese, and flutes of champagne. Charles laughs with delight at the surprise, and then turns to find you squatting on the ground, trying to quell your stomach.Â
âGive me five,â you say, waving him off.
He returns after ten to find you still trying to calm the waves of nausea. You hear his footsteps and heave yourself up, standing to face him. âI asked Esteban and Max to evacuate the place of cheese and champagne. Itâs just coffee and cake now. I even got three fans going.â
âDesolĂŠe,â you say, miserable. He wraps two big arms around you, nestling his chin atop your head. âI feel like a high-maintenance monster.â
âDonât be silly. Youâre not the monster. The alien is.â
âI told you to stop calling it that,â you say, shutting your eyes and leaning into his touch. âBefore it catches on.â
âOkay. E.T.? Spock? Open to suggestions.â Hand in yours, he walks you gently to the party, arising loud cheers again. In between sips of hot water, he says, âHow about Chewy?â
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The sense of smell proves to be useful in endeavours elsewhere.
âYou never clean your car,â you say, lying horizontal on the leather seat and picking bits of dirt off. âI can smell month old Cheetos.â
Charles watches you obsessively nitpick at the detailing. âLast time you looked like this, I gave you a baby.â
âOne more word,â you warn sharply.Â
âBut seriously, be careful. The alien might get stressed.â
You brace yourself for the stupid words that will indubitably follow.
âDonât worry. If it falls out Iâll plop it in a race car and itâll be the next Hamilton. Imagine how light itâll be.â
There it is.
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Your first trip to the doctorâs is interesting. Charles insists on wearing a wig because heâs so easily recognized in Monaco, so now you look like youâre conceiving a baby with Weird Al Yankovic.
The doctor wheels in a cart with a monitor and all the necessary equipment, and even if it suddenly feels all too real, Charles squeezes your hand and youâre calm again. âIâm back,â she says, sliding into a wheely chair beside you and gelling your stomach.
âHi, Back,â Charles responds in a crude, twangy Texan accent. The dad humor starts early, you suppose.
You grit your teeth to try and excuse his embarrassing behavior, but suddenly the monitor clicks open and there it is. It looks like the ones in movies, print-outs from friends, but at the same time it doesnât. It looks different. Special. Yours. You zero in on it, breathless. Thatâs yours. The doctor says a couple minor thingsânothing worrisomeâand when you turn to relay it to Charles in case heâd zoned out, you find his face splotchy.
âAre you crying?â
âThatâs ours,â he says, dipping down to press a kiss to your forehead.
âItâs mine and Charlesâ, not mine and Bob Rossâ,â you say, but you pull him closer anyway.Â
You order two printouts. The week next, you discover that Charles snuck back in to order an extra eight and has mailed them out to friends and drivers. You find out because Kylian Mbappe messages you âDue in April? Make me godfather!â on Instagram.
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Gradually, you fall into a pattern of being queasy constantly. You get nitpicky with meals, and not irrationallyâCharles had fed you a spicy hotdog and youâd gone half a bite before hurling it, and your breakfast, into the nearest toilet. You find solace in your cravingsâall of which happen to be the same everyday.
Chinese takeout from just about any restaurant ends up being your best friend. You somehow canât stomach anything but that specific cuisine, much to your own surprise. You find new ways to combine them with each other. Rice paper wrappers with chow mein. Hotpot with fried rice. If youâre not eating Chinese, you reduce your appetite to crackers or hot tea to avoid becoming too nauseated.
Itâs poetic almost, the way he sets out the food carefully, in the order you like them. He always presses a kiss to your forehead after.Â
Around this time, you develop a crazy sex drive, waking Charles up at numerous points of the night, begging into his neck for something, anything. You last an hour before youâre asking again. This proves especially difficult before races, where Charles gives in a bit too easily and Carlos has to knock on the door, going âYou have to finish somewhere else too, Charles!â
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You insist Charles hold off on telling the fans, for a few months. It goes okay until your outfits on the paddock evolve into the variety of âCharlesâ hoodiesâ to hide the increasingly evident bloat of pregnancy, and nosy fans start speculating all over Twitter. Thatâs when he sits you down and gently tells you he thinks itâs time you both announce it.
Youâre sitting beside him in his hotel room, after two calls with his bosses, trying to formulate the proper announcement. You download PicsArt to make it pretty and clean and formattedâbecause the poor guy was about to post a Notes app screenshotâand then itâs on the Internet.Â
âSheâs truly MOTHER,â one fan comments. Despite yourself, you press the heart icon beside it. Itâs your bit of comfort when you catch sight of the nastier comments under the post.
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Youâre ironically gifted an ancient 80s aerobic exercise DVD for mums by Lily and Alex. Youâre sure itâs older than you. Charles, though, in his valiant effort to connect with you and Chewy, does the routine everyday. You wake up to the electronic synthpop and Charles doing booty squats in the living room.
The permed instructor smiles through the scratchy 80s quality and goes, âYou are rocking it, momma!â
âYou hear that?!â Charles pants. âI am rocking it!â
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Your first parenting fight ends up being one over the babyâs name. Yeah. Of all things. You donât know why youâre so worked up about it, considering you donât even know the gender of the baby yet. You arrive in Monaco to mark the first of five off days and Charles makes some random, offhand joke about naming the baby Daryl, and you suddenly start rambling on and on about how itâs too ugly, even if youâd never thought about names before now.
âItâs not going to be Daryl. It wonât be Daryl,â Charles says, hands on your shoulders. You heave another sob. âPlease stop crying. You never cry. Iâm a bit freaked out.â
âItâsâjustâthat,â you hiccup, âIâdonâtâwant to name aâourâbabyâDaryl.â
âYeah, yep,â he says, soothingly. âI got you. Itâs not going to be Daryl. Never. We donât need to decide anything. You gonna calm down for me?â
âI canâtâstopâcrying,â you snivel desperately, burying your face in your hands.
He presses a firm kiss to the corner of your quivering lips, and you tug him in for a real one. You calm down when you pull away, exhaling. You gaze at him with red-rimmed eyes. âSorry.â
âDonât be.â
âBlame the alien,â you sniff.Â
He kisses your stomach, which shows signs of pregnancy more and more as the days pass. âHear that?â He whispers into the skin. âSheâs blaming you, Chewy.â
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Your next trip to the doctorâs is with your appointed private physician, Dr. Davies. Two minutes before the doctor walks in, you make a serious and compelling order for Charles to remove the Weird Al wig, which he doesâbut stores in your bag, âjust in case.â Itâs also his opporunity to play teacherâs pet and showcase how involved he is in your pregnancy, which, judging by the amount of weird cultish pregnancy books heâs burned through, is very much so.
âItâs gonna be a boy,â you declare while youâre being gelled up. Youâre past the point of denial and bloat, now showing way too obviously. âMomâs intuition.â
âWell, all the books say itâs a girl,â he says proudly.
âYeah, they also say drinking lemon juice while trying to conceive gives you a girl. Iâm sure scientific accuracy was their greatest objective.â
âGirl.â
âBoy,â you say dismissively.
âGirl.â
âBoy.â
âGirl.â Itâs not Charles this time, itâs the physician, with a small smile on his face.
You squeeze Charlesâ hand so hard youâre half sure itâs chipped off and fallen to the tiled floor. Youâre having a girl. Normally Charles would turn and make some petty statement about heâd been right, butâyouâre having a girl. A pretty baby girl. You almost canât believe it. He totally canât, pressing kisses to your hair and face.
You let him buy pink paint later that day.
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You predict it, but it comesâfights and squabbles over nothing at all.
First itâs about work, then housing, then his job, then the danger of his job. Itâs petty, and usually you storm off in an emotional cloud of irrationality, brought down after a talk, a play-by-play, compromise, reassurance. Itâs hard when youâre carrying around a human being, you want to say. Try being in my shoes.
âCan we talk?â Charles says, in the thick of another fight. Youâre on the balcony of your flat, mulling over nothing at all. Your stomach is heavy, youâre always exhausted, you never feel pretty anymore even if Charles is always unfailing at telling you you are.Â
âOkay,â you murmur, turning. Youâve already developed a habit of placing your hands on your bump always.
He inhales. âIâm scared.â
This is a first. And you realizeâin these six months of being pregnant, Charles has been your rock, but has never expressed much fear until now. Heâs always been good. Great. Supportive. âOf what?â
âOfâbecoming a dad.â He pauses, as if to weigh his words. âI donât have⌠a blueprint anymore.â
It dawns on you what heâs talking about. You accept the hug when it comes, holding the nape of his neck. He isnât crying, but is close to it. His voice is shaky when he continues, whispers against your ear. âWhat if I donât know what to do?âÂ
âBaby,â you say, weakly. You push him gently so heâs looking into your eyes. âIf the way youâve taken care of me the past how many months is any indication of how youâll treat this alien, I know sheâs in good hands. Youâve got so much of your dad in you. Youâre caring, sweet, you even got a headstart on the dad jokes.â He laughs. âI want this. And the only reason I ever did was because I knew youâd be with me, being an amazing dad, and an even betterâŚâ
âBoyfriend,â he says. His eyes hold hesitanceâbut you quell it with a nod.
âBoyfriend,â you echo. âFor now.â
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The nursery looks like a nursery in February. It was a storage room in Charlesâ flat that had really, at some point, become yours, too. Full of boxes and old suits and memories, itâd taken weeks to properly store everything and make way for the furniture. Charles, of course, insists on painting it himself, with the shade of pink he purchased especially for the room.
He hits his head twice and touches the wet paint. Thereâs a handprint embossed above the bassinet. (Yours is next to it, at his insistence.)
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Youâre a yoga ball by mid-March, having trouble sleeping and dealing with everything being swollen. Charles helps you through it all, turning the heating up and down every time you get even a bit scratchy with the temperature in the flat or motorhome. Your cravings also morph again at this point, into rigatoni that Charles cooked sometime over winter; he requests Ferrari add an induction stove to every race weekend motorhome that you can make it to so he can cook it at your beck and call.
The season begins. Every race is dedicated to Chewy, and every race is won.
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Itâs early morning in late March when Dr. Davies sends you an email with a one-liner that sounds firm enough to set you and Charles in place after two races that involve you being flown around.
Absolutely NO more air and long car travel for Mommy.Â
âCan we manage?â You mope, rereading the email, genuinely distressed as you watch your boyfriend pack for Australia. Itâs a long haul flight, with only one stopover in Zurich, and youâre filled with anxiety. There isnât a compromiseâuntil youâre popping the baby out, Charles needs to try and score the title.
âYou know I can always drop out of races,â he says softly. âThatâs what reserve drivers are for.â
âItâs not the same,â you argue. âIâm just worried.â
âYouâre not due âtil the 12th,â he assures you. âIâll be back then, even if it means dropping a race.â
He leans down and kisses you softly, rubbing your shoulders and ankles. âIâll be back before you know it. Get some sleep first, okay?â He repeats the sentiment to your stomach, adding a kiss and a bye bye Chewy. You drift off to a sorrowful sleep when he departs, a slow ache in your lower back blooming that feels just like many of the other slow aches lately.Â
Youâre up after a half hour with discomfort. You suppose something is just up with your sleep position, and readjust yourself. The discomfort sharpens, then melts. You sigh with relief, a long whistley exhale, and sleep again.
Bliss lasts about three hours, then youâre up again, groaning. Youâre not due for a prenatal yoga class until four in the afternoon, and your body isnât used to being awake. Hell, itâs not used to being this pained. You shift once, twice, trying to sleep with fruitless and exhausting attempts. It takes a while, but in between shifting positions and trying to make yourself yawn, it registers.
âChewy.â You groan, cupping your gigantic bump. âSeriously?â
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The first person you call is Charles, naturally. He should be in Zurich, but maybe signal is spotty or something, because none of your texts or calls ping. So you move down the list to the person you know will be in Monaco and not off racing, like everybody you know isâand it just so happens to be Dr. Davies.
You always thought Charles would be nowhere but beside you when you went into labor. But youâre here clutching the straps of your overnight bag being driven to the hospital, exhale, inhale, try Charles, try Carlos. Exhale, inhale. Try Charles. Try Carlos. Your contractions donât quell; they only grow in intensity and you wince the whole ride through.
âLooks like itâs going to be a fast labor,â Dr. Davies says when heâs done checking you in and making sure everything is in order. You nod, breathless and flushed. Youâve called your mum here and sheâs on the way with Charlesâ butâCharles is the issue.
âI will weld myself shut if it means Iâm giving birth without the dad,â you beg. âWithout Charles.â
Charles, who picks up after forty-five minutes of radio silence. Heâs in the jet. Give him an hour. âI will pilot this plane myself if I have to. Donât do anythingâdonât make any decisions without me.â
âToo fucking late.â You say, wheezy with labor. âIâm putting N/A on the certificate.â
âYou carry Chewy around for nine months and I donât get to meet her first?â He asks, in a last-ditch effort to cheer you up. You tear up, splotchy and red all over.
âWe canât call her Chewy. We never discussed names. And oh God it canât be Daryl,â you say, whimpers turning into half-sobs of overwhelm and yearning. Youâre scared. You need Charles, whoâs been with you for every week, every milestone, every kick, every rigatoni craving. But heâs not here. You have Dr. Davies, and in five minutes youâll have your mum and Pascale, but they are not Charles. You breathe heavy into the phone.
âI love you,â you say finally. âPlease, I love you.â
âI love you more,â he says gently. âI love you. Iâll be there, okay? Justâjust wait for me.â
â
Lil 3s ago
does it hurt?
i know it does but iâm trying to make u feel better
love from houston. i will call you ASAP.
You 1s ago
yeah it hurts so bad
apparently they donât do epidurals
fuck europe
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In between quiet periods and intense ones, you finally reach your peak. A nurse takes one glance and nods and your bed is disengaged and wheeling around again. Pascale squeezes your left hand, your mum the other. âWait!â You pant, voice spent, totally tired, flustered.
The nurses exchange a look. âMaâamââ
âNo, you donât understand. The dad, myâthe dadâheâs outâand I donât.â You pause, the onset of a cry coming on. Pascale takes the lead, firm, asking for a few more moments of patience.
âI canât do this,â you say hopelessly, throwing your flushed head back. âNo. Not without Charles.â
âIâm here,â Charles says, bounding through the door. Heâs in official Ferrari gear and his hair is disheveled and he's clearly been crying. Had Chewy not been wedging her way out, you wouldâve kissed him right then. You feel nothing but love.
âYouâre a sneaky fucker,â you say instead, and the rest is a blur.
â
Itâs an hour before the race and Charles is absent from his usual spot greeting friends and guests along the paddock. Instead, heâs leaned against the wall of the motorhome, silently digging his toes into his shoes. You knock twice before trying to open the door and succeeding. You beam when you see him. âWeâve been looking for you everywhere.â
His two girls.
Julia stretches out a chubby hand, but he smiles teasingly, refusing to take it. He holds eye contact, holding up the ring thatâd been in his clammy grip for about twenty minutes. Itâs a symbol, a sign, a blessed thing, casting his girlfriend into silence.
Itâs a bit darkâa stark contrast to where other guys might propose for the first time. He imagines a Caribbean beach bathed in sunset. He pictures a Jeep in the sand, a happy blonde couple jumping into each otherâs arms with unadulterated happiness. He figures if you donât like this, heâll pay for that.
Instead, he gets: âYouâre a doofusâoh.â
âYeah.â He says, pursing his lips. He swallows, gives you the biggest smile of his life. âOh.â
Itâs perfect.
#f1#leclsrc1000#charles leclerc#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc drabble#charles leclerc imagines#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader
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Was It Something I Said?
Part 5 of the "Anyone Else But You" series
Pairing: Huening Kai x Reader
Summary: It gets harder and harder for you and Kai to pretend like there isn't something going on between the two of you.
Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, angst, stylist!reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (mdni!!!!), reader is insecure, miscommunication, alcohol, injuries
A/N: ahhh this series is almost over!!! i'm gonna miss it so much, but there's still plenty to come :-)
FIC INSPIRED PLAYLIST <3
âDid I fuck it up again? Are we destined to be friends? I wanna give you more than thatâ âBe Around Me, Will Joseph Cook
Kai and the boys have been in Japan for two days now, but with the amount of times that he has you on the phone, it feels like he never even left. Even if he refuses to talk about what happened at the album party, things are going pretty well between you and him.
Youâre about to head out the door when your phone rings. You donât even need to check the caller ID.
âY/N, you didnât call! The showâs about to start and you didnât call!â Kaiâs voice rings out of your phoneâs speaker. While you can tell heâs mostly joking, heâs also a little worked up.
âKai, we just talked, like, two hours ago. You know I have that date tonight.â Oh, he knows.
âYeah, but I like when you call right before Iâm about to go on stage. Youâre my good luck charm.â
âYouâre just being superstitious.â
âI wish you could see me pouting right now.â His sad puppy dog visuals pop into your head.
âUgh, fine,â you relent. âYouâre going to do amazing, Hyuka. Fighting!â
âThatâs my girl!â he laughs, immediately ready to give his all on the stage. âI miss you so much.âÂ
His affection catches you off guard and you go quiet.Â
âHello?â he asks. âY/N, are you there?â
âYeah, sorry, Iâm still here. Call me back so I can know how it went, okay?â
âYou know I will,â he assures you. Thereâs obvious disappointment in his voice.
âHueningie, itâs time to go!â you hear Taehyun call in the background.
âI have to go. Bye. Have fun on your date!â
âBye,â you say. He ends the call and you feel an ache in your stomach. You miss him too, so why couldnât you have just said it back?
When you finally get out the front doors of your building, Seongjinâs already waiting for you, flowers in hand. You note his outfit, something similar to what you have pinned on your âboyfriend manifestationâ moodboard.
âHey,â he says, holding the bouquet out to you. âThese are for you.â
âTheyâre lovely,â you smile, bringing them to your nose to sniff them. You love the smell of roses. âI donât think anybodyâs ever gotten me flowers before.â
âWell, thereâs more where that came from.â Seongjinâs hand finds its way into yours. Heâs bold and romantic, even dressing exactly how youâd like him to. Heâs checking off all of your boxes, and yet something feels off.
As the two of you walk towards the cityâs center, you actually have no clue what heâs planned for tonight until he stops outside of a restaurant that youâve had on your bucket list for years now.
âYouâre joking!â you say in disbelief. âYou have to get a reservation months in advance to eat here, and even then itâs impossible.â
âI called in a few favors,â he grins, holding the door open for you. You blush, wondering what youâve done to deserve even a fraction of the effort heâs gone through.
The dinnerâs going okay. Thereâs just something about the way that Seongjinâs meticulously planned everything, even his responses to your small talk, that makes you suspicious. He feels too perfect, almost unreal.
You find yourself focusing more on the delicious food than on any of what heâs been saying.
âYou know,â he starts, âI only went to that album party because I knew youâd be there.â
The hint of Seongjin speaking in a less rehearsed way grabs your attention. You look up to see him grinning.
âNo, you didnât,â you laugh, dismissing him. âYou probably didnât even know who I was before Yeonjun introduced us.â
âOf course I did. Iâve thought you were cute for a while now. The way youâre always running around with your arms full of clothes. I canât wait to debut so you can dress me up.â
You canât believe that anybody had even noticed you around the building, let alone taken a romantic interest. If only somebody else felt that way.Â
âWell, does that mean youâre not a big fan of TXT?â you ask, sipping your wine. Youâre mostly joking, but also curious what his honest opinion of the group is.
âI mean, obviously, I think my uncle makes great songs for them. But besides Yeonjun, I donât think theyâre the kind of guys Iâd really hang out with, you know?â
Your face heats up at his answer and your energy shifts. âNo, I donât know. Care to explain?â
âThe other guys just seem so dorky. Not to mention half of them were wasted at a work event. Like that Huening kid whose outburst interrupted our conversation. What was that about anyway?â
âItâs none of your business,â you scoff, setting your silverware down. âAnd heâs not a kid. Heâs almost twenty-two.â
âLook, Y/N, I know youâre close with them. I didnât mean to make you upset. We donât have to talk about this anymore.â
âYouâre right, we donât,â you say, standing up and gathering your things. âThank you for dinner. Iâll see you around, I guess.â
On your way home, you start to wonder if youâve made a mistake blowing off someone so well connected, but the way he talked about your friends makes your blood boil.Â
Then again, things had been going just fine before then. Maybe you shouldâve just smiled and nodded like you usually do. Youâre not sure when youâll ever get asked on another date again, let alone one that was planned so well.
Suddenly, your phone rings and for some reason, you answer. âWhat do you want now, Kai?!â you snap into the speaker.
âWhoa,â an unexpected voice replies, dragging out the word. âActually, itâs Yeonjun.â
âUgh, Iâm sorry,â you groan, embarrassed at your attitude. âHi, Jun.â
âSo, Iâm guessing your date didnât go very well?â
âI think Iâm going to get fired,â you huff, finally reaching your building again.
âThat bad, huh? Tell me what happened.â
âI donât know. Heâs handsome and thoughtful and everything I could ask for really, but there wasnât any sort of spark. Plus he called everyone in the group except you dorky, and thatâs when I just got up, thanked him, and left.â
âEveryone else is dorky, Y/N. You really couldnât wait until the end of dinner because of that?âÂ
âFine, itâs stupid when I say it out loud. But the damage is already done,â you sigh, digging through your purse for your keys.
âIâm sure heâd reconsider if you apologize,â he reasons with you. Youâre not sure that you actually have anything to be sorry about.
âI shouldnât have to! He was making fun of Kai!â Thatâs it, you realize. Thatâs the reason youâre so upset. Of course this is somehow about him.
âAh, I see now,â Yeonjun says, dropping the issue. âWell, hopefully you wonât run into him at work much.â
âHopefully,â you agree. âHow was the show?â
âIt was amazing,â he muses. âI really played off the crowdâs energy, and they loved my solo stage.â
âThatâs awesome, Jun,â you smile back. Ever since you and Kai have grown closer, itâs felt like Yeonjun has taken a backseat. âAnything interesting happen?â
âSoobin tried to do the Water challenge,â he laughs. âWe all ran to cover him up, though. Beomgyu played the guitar, and MOA kept mentioning how Taehyun looked like Ash Ketchum.â
âMaybe you guys need to do a PokĂŠmon concept,â you think out loud. You donât fail to notice that Yeonjun has conveniently left out Kai from his recap, as if heâs testing to see whether youâll bring him up first.
âWould I get to be a fire type trainer?â Yeonjun asks. So, he really isnât going to mention how Kai did tonight. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to ask about him.
âYes, of course. I think Soobin would be water, Beomgyu grass, and Taehyun psychic. Actually, wait. Maybe Beomgyu would have fairy types.â
âAnd Kai?â Yeonjun finally relents. You breathe out in relief at the mention of him.
âHeâd be electric,â you decide. âOr normal. Whichever ones are the cutest, really.â
âYou wanna know how the concert went for him, donât you?â he asks.
âNo, itâs okay, Jun,â you brush him off. âWe can talk about whatever you want.â
âY/N. Itâs cool. Iâve just been messing with you.â You can practically hear him smirking through the phone.
âOh,â you twiddle your thumbs. âWell, yes, then tell me how he did.â
Yeonjun sucks in a breath. âFirst off, I donât want you to get worried.â
âOkay? Why would I be worried?â
Yeonjun hesitates before answering you. âHeâs at the hospital right now.â Your stomach drops.
âWhat?! Is that what you were hiding from me?â
âI knew it would make you upset, Y/N. Itâs not a big deal. Itâs probably just a sprain, alright?â
âBut heâs hurt,â you sigh. âIs that the reason you called me and not him?â
âCanât I just want to hear my dear friendâs voice and ask how her date went?â
âMhmm, sure.â You side eye him through the phone, plopping down onto your bed. Youâre too tired to change out of your date clothes.
âOkay, fine,â he continues. âKai did ask me to call you while the doctor checks him out. He knew it would probably be all over social media and didnât want you to worry.â
âItâs probably my fault he injured himself,â you mutter, kicking off your shoes. âI hope itâs not too bad.â
âY/N, heâs fine,â Yeonjun assures you. âAnd how could it possibly be your fault? We arenât even in the same country right now. The stage was probably just wet because of the rain from earlier.â
âI think I made him upset right before you guys went on stage. He said he missed me and I didnât say it back, but I think he wanted me to.â
âHmm, I guess he did seem a little down now that you mention it.â
âWell, tell him I said sorry.â Knowing that he was noticeably off tonight because of you makes you feel horrible. If you had just said it back, he probably couldâve focused on the show better.
âI mean, if you want to wait and tell him yourself, heâll probably be back any second now.â
âI donât really feel like talking anymore. Night, Jun. Iâll see you later.â Before Yeonjun can say bye, youâve already hung up. Youâve never been more confused over your emotions than tonight.
Throwing a pillow over your head, you scream into it. Your love life is in shambles and all you can think about is Huening Kaiâs stupid, possibly-sprained ankle.
âââââ-
When Kaiâs plane lands, youâre the first person he wants to see. Before he even left, he made sure that you had a key to the apartment, something Yeonjun was always too lazy to do.
You havenât brought up the disaster of a date you went on while he was away, and to your relief, he hasnât asked about it either. Itâs almost as if he doesnât care that it happened.
Getting him to agree to watch the new Mean Girls remake for your weekly movie night was much easier than you expected. You had even prepared a whole speech for why he should relent even though it was supposed to be his choice tonight.
âItâs a musical,â you reasoned. âYouâll like it!â
You were very, very wrong. The movie was horrible, but at least that meant that the two of you could hate-watch it together.
âThose lyricsâŚâ he starts, rubbing his temples as the closing credits played.
âAnd the costumes!â They were not going to age well.
âThat was really bad,â he laughs. âThatâs the last time Iâm letting you pick when itâs my turn.â
âI have a feeling Iâll still be able to charm you in the future,â you say, batting your eyelashes.
âThat is so not fair.â He crosses his arms. âWhy are you so cute?â
âItâs my superpower,â you say, grinning. A few months ago, you wouldâve never said something like that, but Kai makes you feel so much better about yourself.
The way youâre looking at him makes him blush, and he glances away hoping you havenât noticed. His gaze focuses on the clock on the wall.
âOh, Y/N, itâs past two.â Kai says. Time always seems to disappear when youâre together. âDo you want me to walk you home?â
Thunder booms outside the window and you can hear raindrops hitting the roof.
âThat might be a bad idea. I can just call a car,â you say, grabbing your phone. He stops you.
âJust stay here,â he offers. âIâll sleep on the couch.â
âYou canât sleep on the couch,â you disagree. âYeonjun will think weâre mad at each other.â
âWell, if we sleep in here together, heâll probably start planning our wedding.â
âI guess weâre losers in this game, huh?â you say, immediately cringing at the pun. The two of you exchange glances before cracking up.
Kai always takes longer to stop laughing than you. âOkay, how about this. You take the bed and Iâll sleep on the floor,â he says, still giddy.
âBut itâs your bed! I can sleep on the floor.â
âI am not letting you sleep on the floor. Youâre my guest.â
âThis is stupid, Kai. Yeonjun doesnât know the difference whether one of us sleeps on the floor or in the bed. We might as well just share.â
âBut you snore, remember?â
âThereâs actually no real evidence to that claim,â you refute.
âWell, itâs a twin sized bed. I might crush you.â
âI donât need that much space. We can even sleep head to toe, if you want.â
âMy feet stink. Your feet stink.â The effort he was going through to not share a bed with you was eating away at you. Youâre sure heâs slept with his group mates plenty of times before, so what difference did it make?
âOh my god! Fine, sleep on the floor.â You throw a pillow and one of his many plushies his way, turning on your side to face the wall.Â
âAre you mad at me?â he asks from behind, his voice now quiet and careful. To be honest, youâre not quite sure whether youâre being serious or not.
You turn over to look at him, sitting on the edge of the bed, petting the plushieâs head.
âKai,â you sit up. âKai, look, Iâm sorry. Iâm not mad.â
âI feel like Iâm always putting my foot in my mouth when Iâm around you.â
âYouâre not. I wouldnât spend so much time with you if I didnât want to.â You cup his cheek, running your thumb over one of his moles. âI promise.â
Yeonjun isnât afraid to check you when youâre in the wrong, but Kai is too sweet to deal with any sort of confrontation. Itâs something youâve been having to adjust to lately.
âWe can share the bed. I didnât mean to make it seem like it was a bad thing,â he says. Sometimes you think he can read your mind.
âOkay,â you say, making room for him. He turns off the lamp and climbs in next to you, making sure to leave a big enough gap so he doesnât touch you. Even in the dark, itâs obvious that heâs lying halfway off the mattress.
âYou can come closer,â you say. God forbid he falls onto the floor in the middle of the night and itâs your fault for hogging all of the bed.
He moves inward, your faces so close that your noses are nearly touching. You could probably count his freckles from here.
Sure, every once in a while, youâll lay your head on his shoulder or heâll lay his in your lap, but this is much more intimate. Suddenly, your heartbeat feels too fast to fall asleep anymore.
âY/N,â Kai whispers, although he already has your full attention. You like the way he says your name. His fingers grip your waist under the sheets, bringing you even closer.Â
You tremble under his touch, his eyes locked on yours. This is a dangerous game.
In seconds, his mouth is pressed against yours, desperate and hungry. Youâve been kissed by boys before, but never like this. You canât get enough of him.
You run your fingers through his hair, still soft even after several sessions of bleach. Like that night in the cab, you feel him hard against you, except now itâs intentional. It feels good.
Kai climbs on top of you, finding his way between your legs without breaking the kiss. You wonder how often heâs done this.
âWe shouldnât,â you breathe as he presses kisses along your collarbone, although itâs lost between your heavy sighs.
His hand grazes the waistband of your shorts. Visions of him doing the same with other girlsâspecifically the one from that morningâpop into your head. Panicking, you pull away from his kiss, using all of your strength to push him off of you.
âY/N?â he asks, his lips puffy and his brows knitted in confusion. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI have to go,â you say, tugging down the hemline of your t-shirt, which had ridden up during the exchange. You hop off the bed and attempt to find your sneakers in the dark.
âPlease donât go,â he pleads with you, grabbing onto your wrist. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. It was stupid.â
You turn back to him, tears welling up in your eyes. âIt was stupid?â
âNo! Thatâs not what I meant. I justâI donât want to do anything that could ruin our friendship. You mean too much to me, Y/N. I shouldnât have kissed you, no matter how much I wanted to and no matter how good it felt.â
âIt felt good?â you say, stepping towards him. Itâs a relief to know he at least enjoyed it as much as you did.
âReally good,â Kai admits. âBut it shouldnât have happened. I canât risk losing you.â
âRight.â Itâs a really good point. âI donât want to lose you either.â
âSo⌠no kissing.â
âNo kissing,â you agree.
âAnything else off the table?â He asks this in a way that you canât tell if heâs flirting with you or not. You decide to take the risk and step closer to him.Â
âI think cuddling is fair game. It would be too great a loss to our friendship.â You hold his hand.
âMhmm, definitely.â He helps you climb back onto the bed before following suit, pressing his chest to your back, enveloping you in his warmth.
âYou know, if I had you around in the wintertime, Iâd save a lot on my heating bill,â you point out.Â
âGo to sleep, silly,â Kai laughs, nuzzling his head into the nook above your shoulder.Â
âFine. Goodnight,â you yawn, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second.
âSweet dreams, Y/N,â he whispers, although youâre already sound asleep, your soft snores filling the room.
âââââ-
When you wake up, Kai is gone. Heâs left a note on the bedside table that reads: Went to get breakfast. Be back soon :-)
You stumble into the living room, rubbing your eyes as sunlight streams through the balcony doors. Yeonjun sits at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal and watching footage from the groupâs latest dance rehearsal.
âBe honest, did you and Huening fuck last night?â
âGood morning to you, too.â
âCome on, Y/N. I heard some suspicious shit when I went to the kitchen to grab water and unless heâs doing some magical switcharoo, youâve been the only girl around for the last few months.â
âIs this some weird cross examination? Are you going to compare my story to his?â You try not to smile at the notion that Kai has stopped seeing other girls, but it makes you giddy.
âI wish. He wouldnât tell me anything,â Yeonjun huffs.
âWell, if you must know, we made out for a few minutes. I panicked. He panicked. We both agreed to never do it again. End of story.â
âThatâs no fun.â
âItâs not, but it prevents us from doing something we might regret and breaking up the entire friend group.â
âDo you like him like that?â
âI donât know. It doesnât matter.â
âIt kind of does, Y/N. Iâm pretty sure that boy is head over heels in love with you.â
The thought of Huening Kai being in love with you stops you dead in your tracks. Your Kai, secretly pining for your affection? You decide that itâs nothing more than a fantasy.
âThatâs impossible,â you shrug. âIt was just a moment of weakness between two friends. Nothing more, okay?â
Before you can discuss this any further, Kai is walking through the front door, coffee and pastries in hand.
âY/N, youâre awake! I was scared Iâd have to get you out of bed myself. Yeonjun was warning me how grumpy you are in the mornings.â
âSheâs a monster,â Yeonjun says. You flick him on the side of the head. âOuchie.â
âI donât doubt it,â he giggles, unpacking enough doughnuts to feed an army. âI didnât know which one you wanted, Y/N, so I just tried to pick ones I thought youâd like.âÂ
âI love honeydew, so you picked well,â you say, taking a bite of one with bright green filling. âMmm! Whereâd you get these?â
âOld Ferry Donut. Itâs across town, but totally worth the trip. I go with my sisters all the time. You should come with us next time.â
âOoh, introducing Y/N to the family. Itâs getting serious,â Yeonjun teases. Kai shoots him a dirty look. He takes the hint, grabbing a couple of doughnuts on the way back to his bedroom.
âHe can be such a dick sometimes,â Kai sighs.
âYes, but heâs our dick,â you insist, trying not to let him ruin the moment.
âI suppose thatâs true,â he laughs. It always makes you feel good about yourself whenever you manage to cheer him up. Usually, thatâs his job with you. âIâd really like for Lea and Hiyyih to meet you, though. I think youâd all get along super well.â
âThen letâs set something up. Iâm free all day,â you say, your mouth full of food.
âReally, Y/N?â Kai asks. You nod in agreement and his eyes light up at your enthusiasm. âThis is awesome! Iâll text them right now!â
Maybe, just maybe, he really is in love with you.
âââââ-
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Hey! Donât know if requesting is open but could i request a smut with Ethan Landry where the reader is super innocent and Ethan is her best friend. The reader accidentally slips how she is attracted to ghost face during one of their late night phone calls. Ethan is ghostface in this still btw. Then he calls her as ghostface one night and does a guided masturbation with her, like telling her what to do. But then accidentally turns his voice modulator off and she finds out he is ghostface?
a/n: this is SUCH a good request! Sorry it took me a while to answer :( Iâve been pretty busy lmao. Phone sex is smthn Iâve been wanting to write for a while đ¤Â Ghostface!ethan holds a special place in my heart tbh
Ghostface!Ethan x Innocent!Reader
Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dubcon!
â°ââ¤here we go!
âSo if heâs not your type, then who is?â Ethan asked with a smirk.
You had been paired up with some guy in your Econ class, who had been hitting on you. Ethan, your best friend, flanked you outside to question you about him.
You laughed, âWell, I guess I like guys will low voices. Oh, and I want them to like horror movies just as much as I do,â
Ethan raised an eyebrow, âOh? Sounds like your describing that Ghostface guy to me,â he joked, and you playfully hit his shoulder as you two sat down on the grass under a tree.
âCome on Eth, donât joke like that. That Ghostface freak already killed my film professor,â You deadpanned, Ethanâs face was still wearing a sly smile.
âYou never answered my question,â he smirked, and laid down under the sun, crossing his legs and folding his arms under his head.
âWell,â you sighed, unsure whether or not to confess to him. You two were best friends, so you did trust him. Ultimately you gave in, âI guess so,â
âI knew it!â Ethan gasped.
âWait, wait a second!â You cut in, âI always thought Ghostfaces voice in the movie was kinda hotâŚsexy, you know?â
âAlright,â Ethan shrugged, still not buying your cover up. You stayed under the tree with Ethan for a few more minutes, talking about anything, until you saw Anika run up. You two were going to eat lunch together, so you waved bye to Ethan and went the rest of the day without seeing him, which was strange, but you didnât think much of it.
~ Anika had left to go on a date with Mindy, leaving you alone in your dorm to finish up homework. A few moments later your phone began to vibrate on your desk next to you. You checked the screen. No caller ID. You hesitated a second before answering, remembering Taraâs motto of living in the wild side. It would be funny if you pranked a scammer and told the story to your friends the next day.
âHello?â You asked when you were met with silence from the other end. You heard what you thought sounded like heavy breathing before a high squeal echoed in the background. It sounded like a machine being turned on.
âHello, y/n,â An unmistakable voice said from the other end. You scoffed. Of course Ethan would disappear for the rest of the day only to mess with her later. Him and Chad were probably laughed at you over your confession from earlier.
âHey Ethan, I know you think your funny, but Iâm really not laughing,â You said dryly.
âOh, I assure you no oneâs going to be laughing,â The voice said dangerously from the other end, as if he was hinting at a big surprise.
âI know you and Chad are having fun over your little joke,â You were a little hurt over Ethan exploiting what you said in private.
âI know what you think of me y/n, Iâm very flattered,â The voice said sarcastically.
âCut the shit Ethan!â You exclaimed. You were getting a little sick of this. It was a calm night until he called, the last thing on your mind was finishing your homework, but at this point you really just wanted to get back to it.
âThis isnât Ethan!â The voice snapped at her, outraged. Your lips parted and you struggled to form words. The voice wasnât just a nameless prankster, it was cold blooded murderer and for all you knew, you could be next on the victim list.
âWell then who is this?â You managed, a pit growing in your stomach.
âIf you're lucky youâll find out,â he answered ambiguously.
âAre- Are you going to kill me?â It took your all of your courage to ask, and you were immediately regretting the answer.
âMaybe. Iâll just have to see how willing you are to do what I ask,â He replied menacingly.
âAnd what do you want me to do?â
âStrip,â He said plainly.
You sat in your chair, dumbfounded at the request. There was no way you had heard correctly.
âTell me y/n, have you ever seen Stab?â Ghostface asked.
âI donât see what that has to do with anything,â Your voice waivers.
âIf youâll remember correctly, in the opening scene Casey Becker finds her boyfriend split open on her front porch. Youâll do what I ask if you donât want your roommate to find you gutted like a fish,â His voice crescendoed from a conversational tone to a threatening one, and it terrified you.
âNow move your hands down to your pants, and stand up, face the window so I can see you,â Ghostface continued. You silently stood up and took your jeans off, slipping your hands down your panties.
You could hear what sounded like rustling clothes from the other end, âIs this good?â Your voice cracked.
âPerfect,â Ghostface purred in a raspy voice. You could feel yourself getting wet, âYou can touch yourself now,â He permitted.
You slid a finger through your wetness, and let a shallow gasp escape. You moved your thumb towards your clit and rubbed your heat.
âThatâs it,â He gasped, âSlip a finger in now,â His voice shook, and you could assume he was teasing himself while watching you.
You hesitated, it was a small movement, but he caught on.
âWhatâs the matter?â The voice asked, âI told you what to do,â
âItâs just-â you began, âIâve never really done anything like that before,â You confessed.
âIf you value your life youâll do it,â The voice pushed, and fear bubbles inside you again, but in some strange way it also fueled your movements. Your finger slid through your wet folds and slowly started moving.
You couldnât help but let a few soft moans slip loose.
âThatâs right, touching yourself for me,â Ghostface gasped, voice strained.
âAre you- are you doing it too?â You dared, testing the waters of this strange encounter.
âFuck- yes,â He groaned huskily.
You dipped your finger in farther and sped your motions up, adding another when you heard his praise. You crooked your finger and continued until you felt a hot feeling travel into you.
Ghostafaces moans continued, fueled by your own sounds of pleasure. You felt yourself nearing your orgasm, if you werenât busy paying attention to Ghostface, you would have missed a soft click.
âYou look so good coming undone for me,â Ghostface said, although it didnât sound like him. Your eyes rolled up in your head as you recognized the source, which was none other than Ethan. With that realization you immediately tipped over the edge and felt yourself come all over your hand.
Ethan let out a last groan, then a few more breathy whines, indicating that he had probably mimicked your actions.
âEthan?â You murmured as you gasped for breath. You heard a startled sound, then silence. He had hung up. Your head spun as you tried to rationalize what had just happened. It could be Ethan, could it? There was no way he was capable of something like that
You heard a knock at your door, and jumped back. You frantically grabbed your jeans and pulled them up, peeking through the peep hole. From the other side you could see none other than Ethan Landrys nervous face, waiting at your doorstep.
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MY SON THE PORN STAR (PART FIVE)
I tried not to go wild. I still was married and still had my normal corporate guy life in Kansas City.
But doing porn turned out to be addictive. It was the combination of a deep exhibitionist streak I was discovering in myself and the access to incredibly hot men willing to suck me or get fucked by my big tool. It made me feel like a total stud... less middle-aged, I guess.
And work trips were the perfect cover. I really was doing the road warrior thing for my company, so I wasn't lying to Kate THAT much. But I did sometimes add a night to my travels.
Like the week after Easter. I had a business trip to Denver, but I added an extra evening and squeezed in a quick connector flight to San Francisco on my dime with miles. Muscle Pup Mike, my son's friend and escort/pornstar buddy, set me up with a versatile OnlyFans star there. I shot two scenes with him, actually, one oral, one with me masked as we had a nice, long 50-minute fuck scene. I didn't feel a deep chemistry with Kevin, aka "Jeff Reed," but I felt a deep chemistry with the two cameras that were on us. Besides, sex with a muscular 28-year-old hunk was hard to beat.
Turns out, the next night would beat it. I flew to Denver bright and early in the morning and had my sales meeting all day. I was rolling my business-style carry on into my hotel room right around dinner. I undid my tie and sat down to unlace my shoes before calling Kate to check in.
Yeah, I felt pretty bad knowing I was stepping out behind her back. I'd deal with that guilt later. Either stopping porn cold turkey or making a break or separation with my wife. At this point I wasn't ready to do either.
I wasn't a frequent poster, but managed a video every 2-3 weeks. And I had a growing following of fans willing to pay a modest subscription for just that. Sure, I got some comments complaining that I never took my mask off, but apparently I had the body and blond-furred looks a lot of guys went for. And my cock size helped - a lot. I was careful about not talking on camera, or I just edited those parts out, but I'd learned to be verbal with my grunts, to show appreciation for my sucker/bottom and to let viewers get that thrill. It worked.
I sat, alone in that quiet hotel room, thinking just how wild my double life had become, and I fiddled with my phone again. Chicago was an hour ahead and now would probably be a good time to call. I pulled up Travis's contact and FaceTimed him.
"Hey Dad," my son greeted.
"Hey," I said, leaning back and feeling my boner ride up in the crotch of my trousers. "I didn't catch you at a bad time, I hope?"
"Nah," he said. "Just getting back from the gym." Indeed, he had a workout zip-up on and I could see the familiar kitchen from his condo in the back.
"All sweaty?" I teased.
That got a laugh out of my son. He was surprised how horny I was sometimes, how much I'd leaned into this weird affair we had going on. "Something like that. How'd your shoot go?"
"Real well," I replied. "Kevin is a real professional. Made it easy."
"Just a professional?" Travis asked, with a teasing smile on his cute face.
"Just fucking," I said. "Not a ton of chemistry, I'm afraid, but I think I got some good footage for the next two vids." I'd always sent Travis the digital files via encryption, and he did the editing magic on the material. As amazing as my son was at being on-screen talent, he also had a knack for making great porn behind the camera.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Dad," he said. "But I think you're a natural adult performer."
I smiled. "Is that what the kids call it?" I joked.
That made my son laugh. I loved seeing and hearing his laugh. "OK... you're a natural porn star, Dad.... You know, it's really hot to say that. I get so hard watching you perform, you know."
My throat got dry. Travis knew how to work me up. "Jesus, Trav. You have no idea how much I've watched your videos."
That made my son laugh again, those dimples forming. "I have a pretty good idea, Dad. You've told me before."
"I lied," I teased. "I figured if I told you the real number, you'd get freaked out."
"Turned on is more like it, Dad," Travis said. "Why don't you show me how much you like em. You hard now?"
"Rock hard," I said. I turned the phone down to show off the rod forming a ridge in my trousers.
"Fuck," Travis hissed. "My dad has a real porn star dick. I have a shoot in a couple of hours. I'll definitely be thinking of your cock."
"Who's it with?" I asked. This was the wild phase Trav and I were at now. Father and son, lovers, flirts, and professional colleagues in the adult entertainment business.
"Bud and Spike," he said. I recognized the screen names of two muscle daddies from Dallas, into the more hardcore stuff.
I made a wince of an expression. "Go easy with those guys, buddy," I said. "For real." I felt strangely protective of my son. Which was weird, because in general he was the one looking out for me as I began doing porn more regularly.
Travis smiled. "I will, Dad. Promise. We're planning a more vanilla scene than they normally do." He gave me a wink. "Listen, I gotta go get ready, actually."
"All right, buddy," I said. I wished we had time for some phone sex because just talking to Travis was turning me on big time. "I can't wait to see your scene. And I'll be in Chicago in a couple of weeks. We'll catch up then, OK?"
"You bet, Dad," he said. "Love ya."
"Love ya, too, Big Guy."
We hung up.
I let out a hiss of air. I was horny now. Turns out "Jeff Reed" hadn't drained me. I did have a back up idea. There was some University of Colorado kid who'd been emailing me on the anon account Travis set up for me and linked to my OnlyFans. Call me a narcissist, but I'd been eating up the fan mail, and something about this college dude Bryan won me over. Maybe it was the pics he sent. Cute as fuck, brown haired, boy-next-door looks. And the nude pics that showed a surprisingly built body for a college kid - either a jock or someone who hit the college gym regularly. Smooth body with just a dusting of a treasure trail, creamy white skin, washboard abs, hard cock, amazing bubble ass.
Or maybe it was the request that I hit him up if I was ever in the Denver area.
So far I'd only done pro-amateur porn stars in the OF circuit my son and MusclePup Mike worked in. Some of it was the self-justification that it wasn't fully emotional cheating, just porn I was doing. Some of it was caution. All the arrangements went through Mike and because of my mask, no one knew my identity.
But I was horny now and sent this Bryan kid a message. I didn't expect a reply, but it was worth a shot. I set down my phone and undressed to take a quick shower. It was only 6:30, but it had been a long day.
There was a message waiting for me. "God yes, man," Bryan wrote. "I could be there in about an hour and a half," he wrote. Then almost nervously, there was a follow up. "God, I must seem overly eager. But fuck you're so hot. Let me know what works for you."
"How bout 8:30?" I typed back and gave my hotel name and room number. I wanted to get some food in me.
"Awesome. Yeah. See you soon," came the almost immediate reply.
I had only business casual clothes packed, so I got dressed to grab a bite at a restaurant near my hotel. I got back to my room with about ten minutes to spare. I brushed my teeth and checked my appearance in the mirror. I wasn't crazy about getting older, I had to admit, but I could see the "DILF" look that Travis and Mike were always raving about. Well-preserved was the expression, I suppose.
I was actually a little nervous when I heard the knock. I had no business fooling around with a guy like this. Not making a porn vid but actually having a cheating hook up. The messed up thing is that most guys would consider the videos a worse infraction, but this felt naughtier in a way.
Bryan looked great. Better than great. He was cuter than his pictures, and I think his nerves made him more attractive to me. He forced a smile but was shaking.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I smiled. "Come in, bud."
He was shorter than me, and his size made his collegiate muscle look more compact on his build. Maybe not collegiate wrestler exactly, but definitely that wrestler body type. A little thick, even. MusclePup Mike would have called him a twunk.
"I didn't know what you'd look like," Bryan said softly. His gray eyes were taking me in.
I remembered now he'd never seen me outside of my videos, all masked up. "You came over anyway," I observed.
"Oh yeah," he enthused. "You're my favorite porn star, hands down." He blushed but didn't stop gushing. "You probably know this... I guess most guys don't pay to watch your videos, but I subscribed to your site so I could email you."
"For real?" I laughed.
"Yeah," Bryan replied, that nervous smile growing bigger. "You're not on Twitter or Insta," he explained. His eyes swept up and down my frame. "God, you're even hotter in person. I knew you'd be hot, but... wow."
I was eating up his flattery. "You're not so bad yourself, buddy... bring it in..." I held up my arms to gesture him to come in for a kiss. He did. He was nervous and that turned me on for some reason. But once we started making out, Bryan got real into it, meeting my tongue with his, before practically sucking me into his mouth.
His hands were feeling it up, tentatively at first, then all over. He chuckled as he pulled back so he could feel me up better. I stood there and let his hands roam over my button-down shirt and the gym-toned muscle underneath. At that moment I was VERY glad for the personal trainer Travis set me up with.
"I hope you don't mind my saying," Bryan said, "But it's so wild to be with a porn star."
"Don't mind at all, buddy," I hissed. I was now experiencing the other thrill of doing porn. I knew I was into the exhibitionism of it all, but now I was feeling the hero worshop, the adoration of a young guy like this. I was rock hard.
He gulped as I reached down to undo my khakis, unzipping them and reaching in to haul out my dong. "I guess you really like my cock, then, huh?" I growled.
This wasn't me. At least it wasn't Brad Connors. Married father of three. Road warrior corporate guy. But being MaskedDaddy gave me the sexual confidence and freedom to be someone else.
"Fuck yeah," Bryan gasped as he saw my prick. "That cock's so fucking big..." His eyes were wide, taking in my size before he looked up at me. "OK, if I touch it?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't, buddy," I said. "That's why you came over isn't it?"
He nodded, like a chastised kid. Then tentatively he stepped in again and reached forward, like he was afraid of being branded by a hot poker. But once his fingers made contact, the hesitation was gone. The college dude circled his fingers and round me, griping my hardon and gently stroking a couple inches of it to get a feel of the girth and heft. "You don't know how much I've jerked off to your videos," he said. "I wasn't gonna admit to that you, but fuck...." His voice was heavy in his ragged breathing but still had that frat-bro collegiate kind of tone.
"I think we talked about you sucking that dick," I grunted. In our texts, Bryan had offered a blow job, and his presence now was making me really want this. In a surprising way, his realness was making me click with the college kid more than I did with a megahot porn star. Maybe it was the opposite of what Bryan was feeling, where he was living out his porn dream.
"Yeah," he nodded. But he gave me a sheepish shrug. "I, um, don't have a lot of experience."
I patted his cheek. "Give it your best, bud. Please. Daddy's really fucking horny." Yep, this was porn me talking, but it was the magic words for Bryan, who couldn't get down on his knees fast enough.
The young stud actually whimpered as he pulled my dick to his face and began licking it. It was slobbery and impetuous, and his attempt to take me into mouth was more urgent than skilled.
"Easy, buddy..." I urged as he choked a little on my size. "Daddy's got a big cock... take your time."
He nodded and moaned around my prick, flashing those gray eyes up, a little teary. Fuck.
I wouldn't say he got the hang of, but he got a lot more comfortable. Slowly, he sucked me, a few inches at a time, working up the focus to get an extra one back into his throat. The young dude was so excited to blow me, and I was loving this. Slowly I stroked his hair and encouraged him. "That's it, sport... you don't need the training wheels do ya? You go right for the big ones. OH FUCK, that feels nice."
"Yeah?" Bryan asked as he spit out my cock and swallowed the excess spit. I could tell he wanted to make sure he was sucking me right, but more than that he struck me as a young man who craved positive feedback in sex.
"You're doing great, buddy," I said.
There was something about this connection which was night and day different than "Jeff Reed." Bryan was a real guy, a college stud eager for me and not just playing out sex for the camera. And yet...
"You interested in filming this, Bryan? It's SO hot to watch you, buddy."
I could see two reactions in his face at once. A fearful shock at the idea. And an excitement to even consider it. "Oh man," he responded, not giving me a hint which one was the bigger emotion.
I slowly stroked my rod in front of his face, working in his spit over my dong and letting it get steel hard for his gaze. I had toyed with using viagra for my shoots, but even with my size I didn't have an issue getting real hard erections like this. I just loved sex too much.
"If it helps, I packed a spare mask," I offered.
Maybe another dude would have wondered why I had a mask with me, much less more than one mask. But Bryan had been used to seeing me in one, so maybe it just seemed normal to him.
"This is crazy," he said, his fearful look breaking into a smile.
"Is that a yes or a no?" I asked, gently tapping his cheek with my dong.
"Yes," he muttered excitedly before taking ne into his mouth once more.
I let him work me for a few seconds then pulled back. I went to my carryon back and retrieved the masks. I wouldn't need one, I suppose, but I tossed both over Bryan's way while I got my portable tripod, a compact digital camera, and a spare cameraphone, an old Iphone I used for extra handheld footage.
I was worried I was killing the mood setting everything up and fiddling with the lights. But I loved shooting porn, and if anything my dick was harder in anticipation with shooting a different kind of scene. Me with an amateur costar. Even if Bryan wasn't an experienced I just knew this would be a hot video. And if not, I'd enjoy jerking off to it.
Fortunately, Bryan seemed excited too. I could see the excitement in his eyes, even behind the mask. He'd taken his shirt off, maybe to be less identifiable but was on his knees still, hands braced on his thighs. "I can't believe I'm going to be in one of your vids," he said. Yeah, the dude was into this.
I sauntered back, my dick leading the way. "If you're not comfortable with the results, we don't have to post anything," I said, remembering how important that veto power was for my comfort level for my first vid with my son. "Otherwise, I'll take this as your consent."
"Got it," he nodded.
The second his lips touched my prick again, I let out a gasp. He looked up at me, excited, and I took in his green eyes looking up through the mask holes. I pointed the phone camera at him to capture that. I wasn't gonna shoot that angle the whole time, since I preferred to enjoy getting head instead of playing cameraman the whole time. But the snapshots of him looking up would add to the effect.
Bryan's technique wasn't better this time, but his enthusiasm had tripled, at least. I set down the phone and eased my stance back, my posture upright. I was still in my business casual attire as this horny college kid blew me. I urged him to go slower at first with a quick deep grunt.
I heard the guy moan around my meat as something relaxed in his throat and he was able to more steadily take more of my dong into his throat. Working me up and down, I reached behind his head and massaged his scalp through the mask, gently urging him deeper.
"Yes," I choked in response. "Suck me." I'd gotten pretty good at deguising my voice. Using my porn voice. "Suck Daddy."
That did it. Bryan pulled off for a quick breath, then descended all the way down. I'm a big guy, and even some of the OnlyFans studs had a hard time swallowing my sword. But they weren't feeling the crazy sexual thrill this kid was.
He held a second then it was too much, and he pulled off with a sputtering cough. I could see his eyes watering even through the mask holes.
"Sorry," he breathed, as he tried to regain composure.
"It's OK... take your time," I said in my normal voice. Travis would have to edit that out. All for the best. I gave Bryan a second to catch his breath and then I leaned down and met him for a sensual kiss.
"You're doing real good," I said. Then leaning up, I offered my hard dong again. It had gone down a little, but was still pretty heavy. "Ready for more?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah," he said, his gray eyes looking back up at me.
His mouth on me got me rock hard once more. I pulled out some to let the camera catch my full hardon, then pushed back in between his wet lips. Bryan was novice, but that was OK. I was turned on from a change of pace from the OnlyFans dudes. This was a real guy, young and eager. I let him suck and get into sucking.
"Yeah," I grunted, I ran my fingers through his hair again and took the chance to push him down on my meat some more.
Byran was up for the challenge. He grunted around my prick but his throat relaxed and swallowed more of my thickness.
I started cumming. I wanted to ride out the orgasm in his college kid's throat but instead I pulled out and shot a couple of jets onto his mask and his lips before pushing back in just a few inches to let him suckle the remaining dribbles of semen.
I caught my breath a half second then picked up the cameraphone again. I hadn't taken too much handheld footage, so now I got a good view of Bryan slurping on my sated meat, licking up and down and outright worshipping my cock. Thankfully I wasn't too sensitive after nutting, and even if I lost a little of my rigidity, my dick kept a heavy firm meatiness that looked good.
I finally pulled back and turned both cameras off. "You were amazing, buddy," I said with a smile.
Already Bryan was pulling his mask off. I was glad. The guy was real fucking cute. "Dream come true for me," he said.
I could tell he was still horned up and at full sexual arousal from servicing me. "Get on the bed, kiddo," I urged. "Lie back."
He didn't seem to know what was going on but he complied. His body was shaking some as I undid his jeans and yanked them down.
"What are we gonna do?" he asked with some apprehension. Still he raised each leg to let me pull off his jeans. And his boxers showed a thick boner beneath the cotton.
"Your turn to get off," I said, not really answering his question.
Still, Bryan nodded and hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his boxers to slide them down. I let him take them off as I stepped into the bathroom to get lube out of my toiletties bag.
Bryan was now lying back on the bed, fully naked, his creamy white muscle looking even better than I anticipated now that he was stripped nude.
"You an athlete?" I asked as I flipped open the cap on the lube.
Bryan's eyes were nervously only the lube. I think I knew what he was worried about, and a part of me enjoyed playing with his nervousness. I'll give him credit, he put on a brave face as his eyes met mine to answer me. "Yeah. Wrestling.""
My guess had been spot on. "It shows," I said. "You have an amazing body."
"Thanks," he said, watching me get on the bed, me making a show of drizzling some lube on his hardon. His dick twitched, untouched, he was so turned on. "You have more the football build."
"Baseball was my sport," I answered. "And golf. But my trainer has helped me bulk up."
"You're my fantasy," he said softly. "The whole package. None of the guys know I'm into this, though." I could read in his face that he wasn't sure if he should be getting emotionally open like this.
I patted his thigh and set down the lube on the night stand with my other hand. I was fully dress, with my cock sticking out of the fly of my khakis still. I wasn't sure I wanted to get off again, but I knew I could. Bryan was hot as fuck, and I was grooving on his clear attraction to me.
"A shame," I winked, trying to make the conversation sexy again. "Maybe you could have some fun. With you coach, too."
That got a laugh from him. Bryan had a sexy smile. "I've definitely thought of Coach. A lot."
I rubbed his legs some more more, outright caressing them now. His quads were solid as fuck, hard brawn that contrasted with the soft collegiate fur. I copped a feel of his ball sac, lightly haired and ran my fingers up the lubey length of his shaft.
"Lift your legs, bud," I urged, my tone friendly even as my words were commanding.
He got that deer in the headlights look. "I've never done this," Bryan said softly.
I had a good idea what he meant. "You a virgin?" I asked. My eyes doing their best friendly look I could manage as I played with his hard dick and his balls. Not stroking him, more exploring his rigid younger dick. Getting him excited to play more.
"For fucking, yeah..." he replied. "Sorry."
I don't think I realized till then how much I wanted to tap this hot wrestler's ass. Maybe his innocence was fueling some of my desire, too. "Not gonna do anything you're not ready for buddy," I said. "Come on, just lift your legs for Daddy."
Maybe that was the magic word, because Bryan leaned back and raised his legs up.
"You can pull em back," I instructed, taking a good look before leaning forward and crouching down.
"Holy FUCK!" the kid gasped at the first swipe of my tongue. His hair down there was light, and I enjoyed the contrast with hairier guys or even the OnlyFans dudes who shaved smooth. It was a delight to lick up and down the trench and then focus more on his tight pucker.
"Jesus," Bryan gasped. He wasn't naturally verbal, but I could tell his mind was being blown. Surprised, maybe a little ticklish but he definitely loved getting rimmed.
I pulled back. That ring was drum tight all right. It made me realize I'd never eaten out a cherry hole before. My son's certainly wasn't virgin. "Go ahead and stroke off," I urged. I relished the ability to speak in my normal voice now that the cameras were off, even as some of my Masked Daddy persona came out anyway. "I want you to come kiddo."
I watched as he excitedly gripped his boner and start to stroke it. Then I dove back in. Not just rimming but fully eating him out, munching the tightness of his asshole.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," the kid gasped. I knew his orgasm was starting. I held onto the back of his meaty thighs and even pushed back a little to angle him perfectly to got to town with my tongue and my sucking mouth.
"NMNGGH!" came the grunt of his cum. Bryan's whole body was tensing up and I knew he was giving up his load in a big way.
Indeed as I pulled back I saw that beautiful creamy white wrestler muscle sprayed with splotches of his sperm. I began licking it up off his abs and chest, saving it in my mouth before I finally met him in a kiss to share it.
The snowballing caught him by surprise but he was way into it, accepting his own cum then pushing it back into my mouth, our tongues working it back and forth and frothing it up with our own saliva.
He had a big, content smile on his face when finally parted, swallowing what little seed was left on our tongues. "I thought..." he started then stopped himself.
"I know, buddy," I said. I patted his chest gently. "I won't lie... I came THIS close to pushing your boundaries."
He nodded, emotionally raw. I could tell he half wanted me to. But only half. "I know. I don't know how, but I could tell."
His hand reached up and ran along my arm through my button down shirt. "I'll probably be kicking myself for not going all the way. But I wasn't ready," he said.
"It was all great, buddy," I assured him.
"I should go," he said. "I got a long drive back to Boulder."
I pulled back and gave him one last pat as I eyed up his nakedness one more time. Bryan was the real deal. Not a "jock" for pay. I felt a strange emotional connection even with the sexual chemistry. I'd have to process why I was feeling that.
For now, I let him up and I went to piss while he got dressed again. When I stepped back from the bathroom, he was mostly dressed again, and had a dreamy, moody expression.
"Thanks for that... fuck I don't even know your name."
"Will 'Daddy' do?" I asked with a wink.
"Guess it will have to," he said with resignation. "You've made my dream come true."
I stepped up for a final kiss, then I showed him to the hotel room door.
***
I was glad Bryan didn't sleep over. I needed a good rest and I had a busy schedule with my client visit the next day.
It felt like naughty fun messaging Bryan when I got a chance, though. It started off with "had a great time" kind of texts, but Bryan admitted how he wished he'd gone all the way.
"Maybe if you're in town again, I'll have the courage," he admitted.
"I'm in town another night if you manage to get that courage, kiddo."
There was silence on his end. Like an hour and a half before I got another text, and even then it was a half hour before I had a break after my afternoon presentation.
"Sorry," Bryan wrote. "Was in class and my prof goes apeshit if we're on our phones LOL."
I texted. "I worried I'd spooked you."
This time the reply was quicker. "Dude, you don't know how horny I've been all day. You're definitely not spooking me."
I bit my lip and looked around. I probably looked like I was doing business texts on my phone. But fuck I was getting horny too. Somehing about this Bryan kid got under my skin. "Is that a yes?" I wrote. "You gonna give me your cherry?"
I was pushing boundaries now for sure, but Bryan seemed up for it now, more than the previous night. "I wanna. Yeah."
"Daddy wants to get in your hole SO bad, buddy." Then, "I'll go easy on you."
"God yes," came his reply. "I'm hard as fuck now."
God this was gonna happen. One more boundary to push. "Will you let me fuck you on camera?"
There was a pause now. Then, "Masked?"
"As you like," I wrote, almost hoping Bryan wouldn't wear one, even if I knew he would. To coax him, I added, "I'll tell you my first name if you let me film us."
"Deal. LOL."
I looked up. Folks were filing back into the conference room. I hoped my chubbed cock wouldn't show. "I gotta go. But maybe plan for 8:30? I have a work dinner before."
"God yes. I can't believe we're going to do this."
"We're going to do it, Kiddo." I assured him. "I want you so bad."
I got a blushing emoji in return and had to smile. "All right," he wrote. "Talk later."
I went into my meeting and was able to get my mind off Bryan's creamy smooth wrestler build and his cherry hole. Somehow.
I checked my messages after we wrapped up, before heading off to a business dinner. It was close to my hotel thankfully and these things never ran late. I hoped to see a message from Bryan, but there was nothing.
I did google some instructions for preparing to bottom. With the OnlyFans guys and my own son, that routine was down pat, but a newbie like Bryan could use some guidance, and I wanted the ease and comfort of topping a clean hole. I forwarded the site to Bryan.
I held off to one glass of wine during dinner. I wanted a clear head for later. By 7:40 I'd paid the check on my corporate card and bid good night to my client contacts. I had to laugh at myself by how excited I was to get back to my hotel. I did have time to stop at an office supply store and pick up a spare small camera. I figured this scene would be worth the extra vantage point.
Bryan texted when he was on his way. I stripped down from my business clothes and hung them up in the closet. I was rock hard already, and dripping in anticipation. I hadn't felt this excited since my last time with my son. I took a quick shower and put on the plush hotel robe, tying it to cover up my midsection.
I spent the rest of the time setting up the cameras. The lighting wasn't perfect but it was enough.
The knock made me realize I was a little nervous myself. I'd gotten comfortable doing porn, maybe a little too comfortable, but taking Bryan's cherry felt like a certain responsibility. I wanted it to be an incredible experience for him, and I was realizing I was totally green when it came to easing a guy out of his virginity.
Still, the sight of him made my heart beat. He was just so fucking cute and hunky. Particularly was we realized each other was nervous.
"Hey, Daddy," he said stepping in.
"Brad," I said. "You can call me Brad. Or Daddy," I smirked.
Our kiss was soft, surprisingly soft given the act we were about to do.
"You good for his, buddy?" I asked, running my hands along his outer arms.
He nodded. "I'm nervous as hell, but I'll be kicking myself if I don't do it."
"You feel like stripping down?" I asked. "There's a mask for you on the table."
I pulled mine on and then went around made sure all the cameras were on. I was pleased to see Bryan's naked body, that thick muscle lean and compact with just a dusting of hair. God, even with that build he looked every bit the 20 year old he was. Like I say, the real deal.
And I was doubly pleased to see him throwing hard. That thick five spike standing up from his lightly furred crotch, nerves notwithstanding. I watched him pull on his mask. It was a shame the viewers wouldn't see how cute he was but his body rounded out that college jock look for sure.
I pointed the camera at him. "So... we're about to have sex for a video that will be released through OnlyFans. Do you agree for me to share what I film?"
I half expected some questions, but he just nodded. "Yes."
"Good boy," I said with a laugh. That made Bryan chuckle, too, which made me glad. "Why don't you lie on the bed, face down?"
I could sense his nervousness. Maybe he anticipated face to face for his first time. "Don't worry buddy, I'll ease you into this."
He nodded silently and then complied, walking over to the hotel bed, while I filmed him with his natural jock gait. It was hot as fuck, seeing him strut and that ass of his work. Then his full body stretching out face down.
The other cameras would get a good angle - one angled on each side nightstand, the other from behind where I stood, just a little off to the side. I held the camera phone as I stepped closer, letting the camera rove over his strong back and amazing ass, up and down his legs. Maybe more jock-worship footage than we'd use, but Travis could work his magic.
Finally, I stepped back and propped the camera phone off to the side. maybe it would work for another angle. Bryan turned back to look at me, and I got off on how his back muscle flexed with his motion. Stepping up, I ran my hands along his calves, working up the length as I climbed on the bed.
I knew I'd be in good view of the cameras now as I kissed from one side of his hamstrings to the other knotted leg. I took my time working my way up.
Bryan was ready for the rim job now. Hiking his ass up, he parted his legs enough to let me in. My hands gripped his buns and did the rest.
The college kid's sigh was deep and sexual as I began licking. I wanted to put on a show. I loved rimming a guy and sometimes felt there was never enough of it in porn videos. It was always a quick lick before the top was lining up. I went full in now, eating out Bryan for a solid five to ten minutes, alternating speed and tonguework. Sometimes Bryan relaxed and let me do my magic, sometimes he bucked up against my face to maximize the contact.
I pulled back and with a hungry growl gave him a light pat. "Turn over," I urged in my deeper voice. Spittle wetted down the chin of my mask. I really wished he and I could do it without these, but the masks allowed us to fuck on camera, both of us.
I was amazed to see Bryan's prick hard and leaking clear sap everywhere. He was majorly turned on. I pulled up enough to let the cameras get a good view of his ripped, modestly jacked body.
"How many guys have fucked you?" I asked tersely. I sure hoped the "MaskedDaddy" voice was enough fo a disguise.
Bryan didn't change his voice, but his soft response was sexy as hell. "No one yet," he said.
I leaned in and kissed him. Just enough sexual urge, and enough romantic finesse. Bryan responded in turn, sucking my tongue into his mouth and moaning against me. He was nervous, sure, but also getting the case of the major horns.
I loved this, putting on a show and yet connecting one-to-one with this fine young man. I pulled up and muttered, "nice," patting his chest. I rolled off to the side and undid my robe. My hardon bounded out and both Bryan and the camera could see my exposed body with its blond fur. I pulled him to me and we started making out again.
Silently I guided him down and the kid knew what to do. Slowly he began kissing and worshipping my big prick, wetting it down with his tongue before taking me into his mouth. Practice hadn't made perfect, but he was getting much more accustomed to my size and better at blowing me.
I was determined not to get overheated. I just lay back and enjoyed this, the sensation of Bryan's soft, slow blowjob and the view of his nakedness kneeling in front of me in servicing position.
Soon, though, it was feeling too good. I nudged him off. He came up to meet me for a kiss, taking the initiative now, until I regained the upperhand in rolling him back on his back, with me on top. I could feel his hardon against mine and the warmth from his body.
Placing my mouth at his ear, I whispered, "You like being a porn star too, dont ya kiddo?"
"Yeah," he grunted back.
I knew I needed to be a little verbal with him. If the camera picked up my words, Travis could edit them out. "You're just about the hottest guy I've ever fucked, Bry."
His body actually shivered at that. The time seemed ripe. I lifted off and leaned over to pump out some lube.
He let out a hiss of air the second my greased fingers touched his pucker but he didn't flinch. Instead he spread his legs and looked into my eyes. This was gonna be good.
I pushed a digit in. Bryan was real fucking tight. But I worked him slowly. Back and forth, in and out.
"Another," I said curtly.
"God," he hissed as I penetrated him with two fingers. It wasn't bad-uncomfortable for him, but it was certainly unfamiliar to him. We stood still eyes locked, him lying back, me between his legs. Until I started finger fucking him again. I applied more lube and fingered him some more.
Finally I pulled back and removed my robe entirely, slipping it off my body and tossing it aside. Bryan's hands were on me, excited to feel up my DILF body. I let him. Between his attention and the cameras I was getting real excited. I was the one dripping now. I caught a thick thread of precum in my fingers and brought it down to his virgin hole. I fingered him up with that too.
The third finger was slow going, but I got him to relax.
"No rubber?" I have asked and half said.
"No sir," came his excited reply.
I was gonna get blue balls soon if I didn't fuck. I scooted up and pressed my prick head in place. I pressed super slow against his ring, working against the spit-slick tightness and smearing my precum against him.
I could feel Bryan's body shake beneath me, and he looked up, a real deer-in-the-headlights look in his eyes beneath the mask. I worried if I waited longer his nerves would get the best of him. I pushed in.
"UNNH!" he whimpered loudly. I felt bad the entry hurt and bad that he was doing his bravest to pretend it didn't.
"Easy, bud..." I hissed, reaching down to run my hands along his hot body. This fine young man was giving me a major gift. My prick jerked an inch or two inside him, feeling the tightness of his ass clamping down on him, as I held still, then gave the shallowest of thrusts, back and forth more than in and out.
I looked at him, trying to communicate silently. Then I leaned in, pushing his legs back with my body. "You're doing good," I said.
We kissed. My cock slipped out of its toe hold but I didn't care. He needed this, and I wanted it. This was about the only time I lost track of the cameras. When I wasn't putting on a show. I connected with this college kid in a deep, soulful kiss. And kissed him som more.
I pulled back. This time I didn't rush, but I didn't delay. I pushed back into him. Bryan somehow trusted me, because his ring gave way more easily. He was virgin tight a few inches inside, but I gently thrust back and forth, working that knot inside him. I pulled out and added more lube. Now showing off for Bryan and the cameras both. Then I placed his ankles on my shoulders.
"OOH FUCK!" Came his cry when I broke through. But he wasn't in pain, just overwhelmed by feelings he didn't have word for. I plowed all the way in and held it. I could see his muscular chest rise and fall, taking deep breaths.
"Got your cherry, kiddo," I hissed.
"Thank you," he actually replied, his voice heavy in emotion. That got me going. My dick felt like stone inside his warm, tight guts.
"Feel good buddy?" My hands massaged his calf muscle as I looked down on him and restrained myself from just plowing his hot ass.
Bryan nodded.
I pulled and out thrust in. Then again. I was fucking for real now. Bryan's first fuck. Maybe more than he bargained for when he came over the previous night. But I knew this was his deep fantasy and why he reached out to me.
I wasn't hard or rough, but I fucked with a steady determination. I wanted to give this kid the best first time experience possible now. I puffed my chest and used more of a swivel action of my hips, in and out, in and out, as my eyes stared down at him. I'd probably read his facial reactions better without the mask, but his eyes and mouth were enough. I was getting to him, hitting that spot.
I paused just a second and reached to pump out more lube. This went onto his prick. He gasped as I slicked him up then got the picture once I pulled my hand away.
I grabbed a pillow and slid it underneath his hips. It made for the perfect angle, and I took quick advantage, resuming my steady plow of Bryan's no-longer virgin hole.
Turns out his masturbation was just what Bryan needed, flipping the switch to full pleasure now.
"Yeah?" I asked. Fucking heavier now.
"Yesss," the college hunk hissed back. He was jerking faster now, not frantically but eagerly and in synch with the fuck.
I saw his pisslit dilate and a clear spurt fly out. Not his ejaculation yet, but the prelude.
"Fuck yes," I grunted, throwing my hips into harder pounding. I was getting close to the finish line, and I wanted to speed up to catch up with this stud.
My harder thrusts felt amazing giving how much his ass was clenching and releasing on my dick spasmodically. But it really made Bryan's prostate sing. His pale skin grew pink and flush and his wrestler muscle tensed up.
"Shit!" he yelled and timed with each shove his nuts gave it up, and his prick spurted heavy ropes of semen over his perfect body.
I went at it even harder, leaning in some, powering my hips in rapid jabs. I didn't say anything but my grunt was unmistakeable as I shoved in and unloaded. My cum threw off my rhythm, but I held deep a second, then my hips jerked involuntarily for another hard shove to discharge my seed deep inside Bryan.
The kid winced at that one, which made me feel bad. I got myself under control and held myself steady, gently massaging his leg and then easing back. He'd been a trooper but now needed a break. I leaned back and showed off my slickened dong, though most viewers eyes would probably be on the cum-covered collegiate muscle of my bottom.
Leaning over I picked up one of the cameras. Time for the money shot.
Even if Bryan wasn't an experienced bottom, he'd watched enough porn to know what I was after. Rather than drop his legs down, he pulled them back, spreading them enough to show me and the camera his fucked and seeded hole. No longer drum tight, it has a slight gape and was thick with my cum. I'd shot a lot.
I got a good shot of it, then angled the camera up to capture his whole ripped and cum-wet body. Nothing would ever top watching my own son in porn, but Bryan was a close second.
I finally set down the phone and pulled off my mask. That was the cue Bryan was waiting for and he eagerly peeled his off.
"You OK, buddy?" I asked. My normal voice returning.
He nodded. "God yeah. I'm so glad we did that."
I gave a sly nod to the camera. "Your first time's preserved as a memento," I said. A little teasing in my voice, but checking in where his head was.
He smiled and god he was so fucking cute with that pearly white smile. "I didn't think I was gonna enjoy it at first," he admitted. "But damn..."
I ran my fingers through the cum that had turned liquidy on his chest. "You shot like gangbusters," I said.
"My cums are pretty big normally," he said. "But your dick did something inside me that made me go wild. I've never felt anything like that."
"I'm glad," I said. I leaned forward for another kiss, this one tantalizingly soft and slow.
Afterward, I let Bryan get up and shower off while I checked my phone. Then I figured I'd join him. The look on his face told me my presence was quite welcome.
"Hey," he grinned, shyly. God, he was star struck and that made me feel like a real stud.
"Hey," I said. Our wet bodies connected and we took the time to soap each other down.
"You married to a man or a woman?" he asked as he nodded to my gold band.
"A woman," I said. "I'm not the best husband."
He gave a nod of acknowledgment. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad you share yourself."
"I have news for you kiddo," I said, turning off the water and running my hands over his wet muscled body. "You've shared yourself now, too."
"Still can't believe it," he said. "When will you post it?"
"In a couple of weeks," I said. I wasn't going to bring up Travis or my process for putting the vid together.
His hands reached up to feel my body too, my chest but also my shoulders and arms.
"I'm hard again," Bryan said. "I can't believe it."
"You're 20," I joked. "It happens."
"Yeah," he laughed.
I patted his arm. "Feel like sleeping over?" I asked. "I have a morning flight to catch but you're welcome to stay."
He nodded, like an eager puppy. We dried off and made our way back into the room. I downed a bottled water to rehydrate and tossed him one. "Remind me to tip housekeeping extra," I said as I pulled down the sheets. "We made a fucking mess."
He slipped into the bed next to me. His body was cooler now, and felt great against my warmer bod. We made out. His dick was a spike and I got hard once more, but I wasn't eager for another fuck. And Bryan seemed to go with the flow.
"So..." I finally said. "No longer a virgin..."
"No sir."
"Any regrets?" I asked, leaning back in the bed against the headboard, pulling my hands behind me. Bryan nestled in, resting his head against my upper chest and running his hands along my fur.
"None. It was hot as fuck," he said. "But even if it hadn't been, I just feel relieved, you know?"
"Not exactly," I smiled knowingly.
"Ha," he said, picking up on my meaning. "I'm surprised your so good at breaking a guy in if you're cherry too."
"I'd like to say I had some secret," I admitted, "But I just did what felt right."
Maybe it was the sex. I mean it was getting late, but not that late. Bryan was dozing some as he rested up against me. I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Ready for bed, kiddo?" I asked.
"Yeah, Brad," he said and rolled off to the side.
***
My son did his magic crafting two separate scenes from the footage with Bryan, as well as a very hot teaser. "Taking College Jock's Cherry" was the title of the second. The on-screen chemistry was real, and it was clear that we weren't faking it. I really did take the young dude's virginity on screen.
"God, Dad, this is fucking incredible," Travis said to me on the phone before he posted the scene. "I've shot three times to it."
I smiled. I was in a semi-public place and had to be a little discrete. "I'm very glad to hear that," I smirked. "A little payback to the one you did the other week."
"Bud and Spike?" he asked.
That one was one was OK, but not my favorite. "No, the other one," I said, cagily.
That got a laugh from Trav. "Oh, MiamiMuscles... dude's a crazy power bottom, right?"
"Yeah," I said, my throat getting hoarse with lust I was trying to hide. "I like watching you in action like that."
Travis picked up on my need to be discreet, though he had no constraints on his end. "You prefer watching me fuck, Dad?"
God, my son knew how to drive me crazy. "I do," I admitted.
I detected a hesitation on his end, which wasn't Travis's normal response to anything. He paused. "Dad... you ever think about, you know, me fucking you?"
Just hearing those words were going make me go from chubbed to boned. "It's a little scary to think about," I replied. "But yeah... I do."
"Oh fuck," Travis hissed. Only then did I realize he'd been dreaming of that very act. Topping me. Taking my anal cherry, like I'd done with that Denver kid. It surprised me actually, given our bedroom chemistry with my son bottoming for me, eager for his dad's cock. "We'll talk about it next time, OK?" he said. Not pressuring me but letting me know this was on his mind.
"Yeah," I said. "I'll probably chicken out, son. But I wanna explore the idea." I was nervous just vocalizing this.
"Sure, Dad," Trav said. "God you know I love everything we'd done together. If I were there right now, I'd suck your cock, you know that." My son was getting into deep lust mode now.
"Fuck, Trav, I should probably go," I said. I knew if I kept talking like this, I'd get in trouble. "Later, son?"
"Yeah, Dad," he replied, his voice rich with lust. I knew he was probably going to jack off when I hung up. I was going to find the time myself at the first chance. Pull up one of Travis's videos where he topped and stroke off imagining him pounding me, too.
****
My Denver videos were popular. I wasn't surprised that my fans responded to the realness of them, but I was surprised by the messages I got. They changed my porn career and it's probably not an overstatement to say they changed my life.
The first one came two weeks after the video with Bryan dropped.
"Dear MaskedDaddy, I loved your latest video. God, it's like my deepest fantasy. I'm 23 and live in DC. I don't have that college jock's bod, but I'm working on it. I've been too scared to let a guy fuck me, but if you want to be my first, I'd love to star in one of your vids. I wouldn't even need a mask."
It was a wild email, and I figured the kid's horniness doing the thinking for him. I pawed my crotch and laughed at how forward the offer was. I started to send a polite thanks but no thanks reply.
But then I thought about it, and I figured what the hell. I asked for the young dude's pictures. He was cute as fuck. Not quite as twunky as Bryan but still good looking, kind of that boy-next-door type.
Travis handled the OnlyFans money my site brought in. I didn't do porn for the money, and in any case I didn't want my finances impacted lest Kate find out.
I sent two more texts that night. One to DC guy. "If you're serious, lets plan for something three weeks from now." I knew I had some work travel on the East Coast I could piggy back on.
My other I sent to Trav. "I need your help arranging a DC visit. Gonna pop another dude's cherry."
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hello! can i please request hcs with quackity about being in a long distance relationship with him?
yes omg!! thanks for the request! ; I tried, I tried not that great
QUACKITY ; long distance relationship
summary ; you and quackity are online daters /j
warnings ; language
genre ; fluff
word count ; 686
y/s/n = your ship name
masterlist
you met at Twitch Rivals
you're both content creators which is obviously how you met
you guys bonded over shared interactions and the games you'd both lost
you got along so great that you exchanged information and decided you should stream together sometime
a couple weeks later you were invited to a jackbox stream with him, fundy, tommy, tubbo, bbh, and niki
shit went crazy
"Y/u/n, is there anything you'd like me to call you before we start? Like nickname or just y/u/n?" Niki asks
You graciously answer her, letting her know your name and proffered pronouns. Tommy makes a little, very lighthearted joke before pointing out someone in chat already making you and Niki and you and Alex ship names.
"Oh God, they've got us" You chuckle. "They're both mine, chat"
"AYO? SINCE WHEN?" Alex shouts
Niki giggles, covering her mouth.
"Since now" You shrug
you decided to try dating during the second north carolina meetup
you both had some fuzzy feelings about each other and mutually agreed on 'well hey, we like each other, why not try it out?'
being near the beach and with all your friends made it like a dream
but after two weeks, you had to go home
but you left your relationship untitled for now
Streaming together continued as per usual. So did long talks and phone calls, and hours spent playing video games (mostly Minecraft) together.
the next trip was to LA to visit Alex this time
you guys had your first kiss on his balcony overlooking the city
the way he giggled after omg
during that trip, you established your relationship and started to go on every day dates and stuff
but then you had to go home again
Honestly, both of you didn't really think about what to do with your relationship once you went home. You were taking it all in while you had it and weren't thinking about the very true reality of it all.
you thought talking was constant? it is now
sometimes both of you will just stay up late and rant about what you like about each other and corny shit
youre the one to softlaunch the relationship to fans
you probably guessed the password to his twitter/instagram and changed his bio to "y/u/n's bf đŻđŻ"
he didnt even know until people were flooding his dms and people on tik tok were talking about it
hed already said he was okay with telling people as long as you were tho
sends you pictures of flower bouquets once a week with some thought out, very loving paragraph or poem
he constantly complains about not being able to kiss or cuddle you
"y/n/n why are you so far away!?"
"i told you id be able to pay for you to live with me"
"UGHHHHHHHHH"
sends you good morning/goodnight texts and talks about what you'd be doing that day if you were together
cheesy little man
always spamming you w pics of Tiger
will religiously send you memes and blow up your phone if you're busy or ignoring him
yk the relationship is srs when even your qsmp characters are in love
the lore.
half of its heartbreaking angst and the other half is literally your bucket lists/daydreams of the future of your relationship
hes so down bad for you
will do anything to make you smile or make you flustered
will make the most suggestive jokes in front of friends, stay silent for a second or two and yell "im joking, im joking!"
orders you doordash/uber eats when you're doing subathons or generally long streams
will always join through vc/greenscreen when youre doing cooking streams
you'll do greenscreen dates (like the fiances stream) once a month and gossip over takeout LMAO
genuinely asks his fanartists to make ship art of you two because he loves seeing all the ideas and cute shit
they always draw you with one of his beanies or hats on, the occasional necklace
you reblog tumblr y/s/n fanart 24/7/365
karaoke streams are a must
you guys rank those "songs that all white people love" videos and rate the songs
dare or hot wing streams when youre literally anywhere but near each other>>
also playing just dance using vc and stream green screen>>>
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#quackity x reader#alex quackity x reader#quackity oneshot#quackityhq x reader#qsmp x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#they/them reader
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Dadâs best friend
Chris wood x male reader smut
Warnings: gay sex, top Chris, bottom reader, oral, ass play, cowboy position, sir kink slightly used
Summary: your dadâs old best friend is back in town to visit and one thing leads to an other.
âM/nâ your dad whispered into your room as you where awake âwhat whatâs upâ you responded half asleep. âUm on of my friends is over I would like you to meet so when your up and get ready please come down okayâ âyeah Iâll go down in a bitâ you growled back with your face buried in your pillows.
As you got up from your bed you decided ďżźto take a shower and get dressed. âYeah shit yeah I rememberâ you heard your dad say as you got down stairs to see they where having a couple of beers.
Um Chris Id like you to meet my son M/nâ your dad introduced you â nice to meet you M/n Iâm Chrisâ âNice to meet you to Chris and Iâm how do you know my dadâ âOh we go way back I went to college with him and I was here in town so I thought might as well go say heyâ Chris responded.
âWell your always welcome here manâ your dad said âThanks manâ Chris said patting your dads shoulder.
* Timeskip
It was now getting late and your dad had been outside in the back yard with Chris since they made food outside and they had continued ďżźto drink since you went back up to your room.
âHey um whereâs the bathroomâ Chris had poked his head into the room looking at you. âWhat um yeah end of hallway to the leftâ you said âokay thanksâ â mm humâ you hummed in response.
âHey um thank you again for the directionsâ Chris said walking into your room with his hands in his pockets. âNo need to thank me but why wouldnât you ask my dadâ âWell um hey is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to his drinking I bought him inside and laid him on the sofaâ âOh my god thank you so much and yeah I understand he sometimes canât control his liquorâ you said sighing.
No itâs fine plus I should of known I went to college with him after all but thank him for me please Iâm gonna head out before it gets more lateâ âno please stay the night my dad would kill me if I let you go and plus you did drink a bit and itâs not a good idea to be on the roadâ you told to Chris.
âUm really thank you but itâs not really necessaryâ âoh please quit it and please I need to k ow more about my dad in college he hardly speaks of itâ you said patting a spot on your bed for Chris to take a seat.
After awhile of discussing of your father and Chris friendship in college you also happened to tell Chris himself was a little tipsy. âSo what about you M/n the son of Alexander College royaltyâ Chris joked around after telling you about how your bad had been so popular back in the day.
âWell not much going on in my life Iâm single and Iâm 19 I have a 8 to 5 job I have weekends off and I donât really do much so there isnât really much to talk aboutâ â What, what do you mean your single you look hot and no girlfriendâ âUm yeah no girlfriend and plus I donât go towards girls mostly guysâ you responded to Chris.
âOh Iâm sorry I shouldnât have jumped to thinkingâ â itâs fine your goodâ you said reassuring Chris to not feel bad. âSo you um like guys thenâ â yeah Iâm gayâ âyeah I mean I would see why I remember back from the college days.â
âWait your gay to orâ âNo Iâm just me plus it was in college where everyone normally experiments ďżźwith guys and girls but itâs been along time since I tapped a nice tight assâ âgive me a minute â you said getting up from your bed and going down stairs to find your dad on the living room sofa snoring and asleep âdad dad helloooâ you whispered loudly as for your dad gave you no response.
âWhat happenedâ Chris said fro your bed âmy dads past out on the sofa thereâs no way his gonna get up tonight not until tomorrow eveningâ you said taking off your shoes and belt buckle and shirt.
âUm what are you doing Chris said with a confused look on his face. âWell you miss the tight asses rightâ you told Chris âyeah but what dosâwait nooo no no no nooâ he said with the realization finally hitting him.
âI canât sleep with my best friends son thatâs like a big no noâ âwell I say itâs a big yes yes plus I have a tight ass Iâm gay your you and your hard I can see your bulgeâ you said staring ďżźin between his legs as he looked to being caught.
âWell yes your hot and Iâd like to fuck your ass but your dads down stairsâ he said as you walked up to him unbuckling his belt and pushing him on to the bed. âWell then do it Chrisâ you said as you went on top of him.
âFuck itâ he said smirking with joy as he took off his shirt and sat up on your bed as he pulled you onto his lap âExactly what I want you to doâ you said smiling. As he pulled you to him locking your lips together in a heated kiss.
As you gave him entrance into your mouth as he explored your mouth with his tongue as you felt his arms move from your waist to your ass as he started to feel your clothed ass as he reached into your pants as you felt his fingertips tough your hole as he pulled off your pants and underwear all at once.
âOh fuck baby you gotta hot ass he said as you began to fully take off your pants and his as well now in front of each other as you saw his clothed bulge now only being covers by his underwear as you started to kiss down his chest and leaving marks as he moaned happily cause of your touch.
As you got closer now to his erection you now removing his underwear and beginning to kiss down his waist and next to his cock teasing him as you began by first kissing his red fiery tip.
âMm you do now how to tease someone donât youâ Chris said to you as he closed his eyes awaiting for your mouth as he could feel your lips and breath sending chills down his spine. As you began to put in the tip into your mouth as you swallowed him whole taking all of his 11 inches all the way down to his base where you could feel his pubs rubbing against your nose as you could smelling his mustiness.
âUhh-Oh you are definitely a naturalďżź to suck cock nobody normal can deep throat meâ he said breathlessly as he belt you hum in acknowledgment on his cock sending more vibrations to him making him more desperate as he got a ahold of your face as he started to plunge you on to his throbbing cock.
âOh fuck yeah take this cock M/nâ he moaned out as he continued to fuck your throat. âOh fuck yeah ima cum oh fuuuuck yeah come on swallow itâ he said as he pushed you down completely onto his cock as he painted your throat white .
As you got up from his cock covered with your saliva leaving a string of saliva from his cock to your mouth as he pulled you top of him. âCome on baby where gonna stretch out that little hole of yoursâ he said as you laid on his chest as he pulled your legs up and started to push your ass cheeks apart to reveal your throbbing hole.
âSuckâ he said to you as he put his fingers up to your mouth as you obeyed. âThatâs good enough babyâ he said as he took his fingers and began to circle your entrance as you moaned melting from feeling his touch.
âOh fuuuckkkâ you moaned out of breath âAh you feel so good baby, coming undone with just my fingers all tight and hot around meâ he said as he begun to push his fingers into you as you begun to push yourself on to his ďżźfingers more to try to make him get to your good spot.
Oh no baby your not getting off that easy when the fun has truly only begun Iâm purposely not hitting that little bundle of nerves you so desperately crave for me to reach. He said to you as he continued to fuck you with his fingers ever so slowly teasing you.
âOkay your open enoughâ he said as he removed his fingers causing you to whine but know whine âDonât be like that plus your gonna get in upgradeâ he said as he started to push his tip into your hole as you could feel your hole being ripped apart by him not only was he long in his length but he was thick in his width as well.
Oh-ah mm-mhumâ âshhh itâs fine Iâm almost in completelyâ he said as he begin to kiss you to muffle your moans as he pushed past your entrance as he was now completely in giving you time to adjust.
âOh fuck I missed this so muchâ Chris said breathless as he felt your warm hole around him. âSee I told you Chrisâ you said to him as you got up from his chest âCall me sir I donât like being called Chris well I have my dick up your assâ he said smiling happily.
âOkay sirâ you said as you started to rock your hips and ride his cock as you placed your hand on his chest and he placed his around your waist as he watched your hips mesmerized as you rode him. âOh fuck yeah baby you like my cockâ â oh fuc-k ye-s-s sirâ you moaned as you rode him after now holding onto his shoulders.
âYeah fuck your self on my cock baby fuck your self so hard so your dad wakes up and sees me with my cock up your ass babyâ he said as he gripped youâre waist and began to fuck you hard and all that could be heard was skin clapping on skin and moans.
âAh shit fuck sir yeah fuck my ass with your big cockâ you moaned loudly as you could feel him tearing your ass up even more. âMm-ahhh fuuuuuckk ima cumâ â Yeah cum for me baby cum for my big cockâ Chris yelled as you cummed all over the bed and on him as he continued to fuck you through your high.
âOh-Ah fuck yeah Iâma fucking cumâ he yelled as you begun to feel his warm milk leaking out of your ass as you now rode him through his high.
âOh fuck that was amazingâ he said breathless as you stayed on top of him as you felt him go soft inside you âWhy donât you stay hereâ you asked him âum yeah okay Iâll stay tonight on your bedâ he said in response.
âNo I mean yes but we have a extra room stay a couple of days and Iâll convince my dad to make you move in so we could fuck anytime and anywhere when my dad works unless you donât want toâ âplease and go away missing his tight ass no wayâ he said slapping your ass. âBut right now Iâm tired and I want to sleep is that okayâ he said looking up at you â yeah Iâm tired toâ you said as you where about to get off himâ no stay I like being in youâ he said as you then just laid on top of his chest soon falling asleep on top of him while he was still in you as though the night you could feel his cock pulse.
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hey so I've been a casual Dan & Phil fan for years but never really a part of the fandom. Recently started scrolling thru the tag and like...did I miss something? Have they actually said for real for real that they dated? Like I'm queer and tbh 2 gay guys living together for that long have to at least done *something* but I'm not an rpf person (no shade) but I do wanna be up to date on the Dan and Phil facts (phacts?) Obviously they're some kinda soulmates but tbh I know some queerplatonic soulmates who aren't *together* so idk if that's them or not. Am I missing receipts or is their relationship presumed given their whole situationship? Genuinely asking and no shade to your shipping intended.
hiya! i'll try to be succinct here but i might totally miss some things as a heads up :P
In Basically I'm Gay on the Daniel Howell channel, the same monologue that led to the description of them as soulmates also included the statement: "And that was when, through the magic of the Internet, I met Phil. And obviously we were more than friends, but it was more than just romantic [...] The relationship we formed, at that point, was something that I needed in my life." Despite "relationship" being a neutral, versatile term, the preceding sentence confirms they've been in an explicitly romantic relationship. along with that explicit confirmation, we also know from several other relics from 2009-2011 in particular that the two were at the very least actively flirting (I can retrieve a few formsprings for you that point to this if u want just lmk!). Additionally, in 2010, Phil made a privated video addressed to Dan that explicitly confirms a romantic relationship; this video was unprivated via a YouTube glitch in September 2011 and circulated heavily in late 2012. it was a serious incident that outed them and thus people don't talk much about it. I've never seen it in full-- it's pretty much off the Internet entirely due to copyright strikes-- and I really solely bring it up for context that they were dating at that period in time.
Basically I'm Gay only indicates a past romantic relationship, leaving their current one ambiguous, and both Dan and Phil's respective coming out videos state that they want to keep their personal dating lives private (both of these videos were released in 2019). Since then, though, there's one other explicit confirmation of their relationship-- I had a difficult time hunting down this exact interview in entirety, but my lovely mutual freckliedan helped me find the relevant screenshot:
[ID: In bold, the interviewer's text says: "So, just like a normal gay couple then?" Below, Dan's response is not in bold, and says, "Basically, yeah."]
I was able to find another screenshot at this post as well, which has the actual context confirming that they were discussing Phil previous to this. Now, obviously, this interviewer was a little forward in their questions, so I understand any reluctance in considering Dan's response-- however, Dan is a professional, and if he was sincerely uncomfortable with this line of questioning, I have faith in his ability to avoid answering it altogether. I therefore assume he knew what he was doing, and that this can be taken as a valid statement. This was from 2023 iirc.
Both of these excerpts-- from Basically I'm Gay and from this interview-- do suggest that Dan and Phil have a romantic relationship. On top of both of these more concrete confirmations, there's a lot more information/statements they've made public that corresponds with a romantic relationship, even if none of them are technically exclusive to romantic relationships.
A brief list: They've lived together for approximately 13-15 years, and bought a house together with a mortgage (for brevity's sake, I'll exclude other things that kind of pair with this). They make frequent sex jokes on their channel, several of which stating things about the other's sexual preferences. They recently went on holiday together, just the two of them, and given the tourism biz and how they discussed the holiday it seems like they were in a place intended for couples. Phil's sister in law, Cornelia, refers to Dan as an uncle to her child. They use pet names for each other. They frequently joke with the phandom, riffing off of jokes about their relationship (reacting to posts saying they are in a situationship, making a joke about having a joint toilet, etc.) This is most arguable, but it's highly likely that they share a bed as well (again, going off of the images/videos they've shown us of 'Dan's bedroom'). Lastly, other interviews with Dan include him being highly verbose about his relationship with Phil, but he's referred to him briefly as his "husband" in a long list of other words like "soulmates" and "just mates", ending with "who the fuck knows?", in one past interview (I have a picture of this but I can't attach it rn I can find it if you'd like though!)
It's not impossible that Dan and Phil's relationship isn't currently romantic, and even operating off of the assumption that it is, there's information we don't know about that (whether they're monogamous or polyamorous, for example, or whether or not they share a bed). It honestly just seems unlikely that their relationship is queerplatonic, given the past statements indicating that it has been romantic historically and the interview (+ supplemental evidence) suggesting that it currently is (I am very aware of the variation in QPRs, though, so I'm sympathetic to that interpretation from folks. However, I also understand that many explicitly romantic partnerships are considered to be QPRs-- in media or with real people-- in a way that contributes to gay erasure. It's nuanced and I am not the person best equipped to eloquently discuss it). Obviously, just to underscore here, we are not owed any information about their personal lives and the vast majority (if not the entirety) of the phandom just riffs off of the information they tell us, all of which happen to point to a romantic relationship. They clearly don't have any discomfort in us assuming this, and I personally don't believe they'll ever give us any more conclusive statement about their relationship any time soon, given that they've told us enough that the implication of a romantic partnership is pretty solidly there.
TLDR: Dan and Phil have "hard launched" (AKA released information that portrays their relationship as irrefutably romantic) 2-3 times. There is also other more indirect information that seems to confirm a romantic relationship, though if one wanted to, it could be read as non-romantic-- however, given those conclusive statements, and the current way they treat phandom commentary about their relationship (AKA not giving a shit), it is the effective conclusion that they are in a romantic relationship. Other conclusions, such as them being queerplatonic or them having broken up, seem to rely on a lot of critical assumptions, while the idea that they are in a romantic relationship is in line with their own statements as well as what we generally see out of them.
Thank you for your patience and your very kind ask! PS calling it "phacts" is funny as fuck, I did not utilize that verbiage here through my reply but you were a visionary for this. have a lovely one :D
PS. If any folks want to add, or if I missed something when glancing back over this and corrections are needed, please please please share! I am so deeply not a phandom history i am simply a little guy! much love
#astra.meta#dan and phil#phan#i hope i articulated the bit about QPRs well I have a lot of personal feelings about it but i'm not very good with words :/#TLDR to the TLDR yes they're in a romantic relationship LOL#thank u jam for the screenshot and also the date corrections via the Vday vid
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