#you encourage me to grab a few things and try them on and I eagerly start grabbing things

[missmeinyourbones]

KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND

cw: jealous reader, flirty atsumu, karma is my boyfriend!!!!!!! karma is the guy on the screen... coming straight home to me!!!!!! ;p karma is atsumu

The public restroom of today’s arena is surprisingly clean.

As MSBY tackles another opponent, you manage to excuse yourself for a moment amid the chaos. Atsumu is still shining on the court, but with his focus on the game and your stealthy escape skills, you know he doesn't notice—let alone mind—your brief absence.

In the tiny confines of the bathroom stall, you can’t help yourself from listening in to the intriguing conversation going on outside.

At first, it’s harmless. If anything, it reminds you of yourself a few years ago. Two girls (you imagine) giggling in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing their hair and retouching their makeup. They have a childlike excitement, one that overflows with the innocence of a fleeting crush. It’s comforting, listening to them blush and swoon over whoever has caught their eye. 

“The things I’d do to that man,” one voice dreamily sighs. 

Another is quick to chime in, “The things I wish he’d do to me.”

It’s refreshing in a way, listening to them yearn and sigh with one another’s encouragement. It reminds you of your own early stages with Atsumu—the ranting to your friends, the not knowing, the butterflies eating you alive from the inside out. You were once those girls, you get it. 

You just can’t help but wonder which player has caught their eye. Bokuto seems to be a fan favorite these days—his contagious energy overflowing throughout every stadium. Sakusa’s decently popular with the ladies too, despite his brooding facade. And Hinata oozes with charisma every time he’s on the screen, so—

“Did you see his last serve? I could think of a few other things he could do with his hands,” the second voice perks up again with a sultry tone. 

Your eyebrows furrow at the mention of the recent play and your suspicions are deemed correct when you bring yourself to exit the stall. 

You see them—two younger girls, decked out head to toe in MSBY merch and proudly sporting none other than your boyfriend's number on their backs. 

They pay no attention to you as you join them by the sink, not knowing who you are, let alone the relationship you hold with the man of their dreams.

“I swear he looked at me the last set,” one of them fans herself in dramatics. 

“You think we can meet him if we linger around the stadium for a bit after his match?”

The latter nods, taking one last once over of her appearance before the two of them make their way back through the door and out to the stands. 

“Tabloids say he’s a huge flirt, so I’m sure he’ll be looking for something—or someone—to do later.”  

The door swings shut and while you’re now alone in the squeaky clean bathroom, you can’t help the dirty jealousy that wrings your aching core. It’s silly. You know it’s silly to be feeling this way, this insecure over something as foolish as locker room talk from someone who doesn't even know Atsumu. 

But that insecurity eats you alive, it festers inside of you like an invasive species. Growing as it feasts on your lingering anxiety—it’s easy to work yourself up over such a nonsensical conversation.

Washing your hands and returning to the court, you can only try so hard to swallow back that ugly feeling and put on your bravest face. 

When you return, the next set is just coming to an end. You watch Atsumu converse with his teammates, nodding in approval before directing his attention to the sidelines. 

He immediately smirks when he catches your eye. Trotting over to the bench, he grabs his water bottle to take a few hefty swigs. With a mouth full of water, he eagerly makes his way over to you. 

“Hey, baby,” he coos, still slightly out of breath, “where’d you run off to?”

You can’t help but smile at the question before responding, “Bathroom.”

Atsumu nods as he cautiously takes in your expression. “Havin’ fun so far?” he beams.

Your cheeks flush a bit at his charm, but you bite your tongue in fear of egging on his already giant ego. You soak in his genuine curiosity before muttering a tiny praise of “You’re killing it out there.”

His tongue skims the point of his canine when he laughs smugly at the compliment.

“Keep being nice t’me and m’gonna start thinking you have a crush on me.”

Your boyfriend’s tease has your kissing your teeth. “Never,” you sarcastically scoff. 

He uses his jersey to wipe the small beads of sweat forming above his lip, exposing the toned muscles of his abdomen and the way it flexes at the simple action. And you swear it’s not your imagination when you hear two surprised gasps echo from behind you. It burns your chests like a lit match.

On the other hand, Atsumu couldn't care less, eyes never leaving yours as he still catches his breath. 

He takes another swig from his water bottle, “What’re we havin’ for dinner tonight?”

Though it’s silly, you’re grateful for his random question. It's genuine, it carries a kind of raw domesticity that those women in the bathroom could never take away from you. 

You roll your eyes at the question, before nodding to the court. 

“Focus on the game, and then we’ll talk,” you hum in amusement. 

Your hand rises to fix the stray hairs damp with sweat spread on his forehead. Atsumu’s eyes flicker closed at your soft touch, one that’s gone far sooner than he’d like, before you're pulling your hand back to your side. 

But he catches your wrist before you can fully retreat. Maintaining eye contact, Atsumu places a gentle kiss to your wrist before mumbling against the skin. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he assures, sucking a bit on where his lips dance along the bone, “I’m only concerned about what’s for dessert, anyways.”

With a swatting hand and blushing cheeks, you fluster as Atsumu returns to the court with a proud smirk and a special glimmer in his eye. 

And it’s in this moment that you realize—people can say whatever they want, because, at the end of the day, Atsumu is always going home with you.

[goatcheesecak3]

Could you possibly write something small about a beach date with Rodrick 😍

Rodrick x reader

Sorry this took so long! Me mam tried to sell me to one direction so I was slightly preoccupied 🙄

Anyways enough jibber jabber, here's a lil fluff about a beach date with Rodrick :^)

The heffleys had invited you on a trip to the beach, since you and Rodrick had been together for some time now, it was pretty much routine for you to come along to family events at this point.

You and Rodrick drove in his van separately from everyone else, truth be told, you were relieved. You loved the heffleys but you weren't so keen on the music they played in the car.

"You excited babe?" Rodrick turned to look at you

"Can't wait! I was looking up the beach on Google, there's quite a few rock pools so we might see some cool sealife!"

Rodrick's face lit up at this

"Like a crab?!" He asked

"Yes honey, like a crab" you smiled at your easily amused boyfriend.

"Awesome. I fucking love crabs" he said.

Upon arrival Susan and Frank were happy to see the pair of you, they both approached to greet you, when seemingly out of nowhere Greg appeared, flinging his arms around you.

"Hey lil dude! Nice to see you" You beamed down at him

"Great to see you too! I've got all the stuff set up!" He replied excitedly

You were confused for a second, before looking just past him and seeing an abundance of different sized buckets and spades. You finally remembered, last time you'd seen the Heffleys you'd promised Greg you'd be on his team against Rodrick for a sandcastle building competition.

"Rodrick I love you, but you are so going down" you said, playfully poking him in the ribs before running off to the equipment with Greg.

"Hey no fair! You guys don't get a head start!" He called after the two of you.

The sandcastle competition was definitely pretty tense, you and Greg had opted for a "bigger = better" strategy, and had come up with a 3 storey castle.

Rodrick's, while much smaller, was more detail oriented. He'd decorated it with little stones, and even carved out little battlements.

When the time was up, the three of you went to get Susan and Frank to judge, but when you'd returned only one castle was left.  It would appear that Manny had decided that Rodrick's Castle was the perfect race course for one of his toy trucks, and in the few seconds you were all gone, he'd reduced it to rubble.

"Ha! We won!" Greg jeered.

You looked at Rodrick, who seemed genuinely disappointed.

"Aw baby," you stroked his arm, "I think your castle was Manny's favourite at least"

He smiled slightly at this, but still seemed slightly miffed that all his hard work was ruined.

Never mind, you knew exactly how to cheer him up

"How about we go check out those rock pools?" You asked.

Rodrick grinned excitedly, immediately forgetting about the sand castle, "oh yeah! I hope we see something cool!" He beamed, grabbing your hand and eagerly pulling you in the direction of the rocks.

You carefully climbed onto the glistening wet rocks, made just that bit more treacherous by the odd bit of seaweed and sharp barnacles. You held onto Rodrick tightly, fearing that his clumsy self would slip and accidentally keelhaul himself.

(A/n if you don't know what keelhaulling is, look it up at your own risk. It's pretty gnarly).

"What are those things?" Rodrick asked curiously, pointing towards tufts of purple sticking out from the sides of the rock pools.

"Sea anemones! Be really gentle and touch them, see what happens" you encouraged him.

Rodrick looked slightly nervous, but he trusted you. He dipped his finger into the shallow water and felt the tiny tentacles grip his finger. He giggled high pitch and very amused, before pulling his hand away and shaking it dry.

"It was like, sticky?" He said

You laughed at his reaction, he was adorable when he was confused.

"That was it trying to eat you! It thought your finger was a little fish!"

"Really?!"

"Mhm"

"That's so funny," he bent down to look at the anemone, "you're no match for me little bro" he said cockily.

You were unsure as to whether he was joking, or if he was genuinely proud of not being eaten by a gelatinous blob the size of a penny. Probably the latter, knowing Rodrick, but either way you find it endearing.

You spent quite a while trapesing around the rock pools, Rodrick seemingly fascinated by everything- particularly the little clusters of sea snails. He likened their pointy shells to his studded bracelet, affectionately giving them the title of "most metal animal he'd seen all day". His day was made, however, when you called him over to a tiny pool right at the edge of the rocks.

"Baby, come quick!"

He rushed over, abandoning the clump of seaweed he'd been popping like bubblewrap, and turned his attention towards what you'd been pointing at.

There, nestled inbetween a few tufts of seaweed, sat the tiniest little crab, it's body not much bigger than the tip of a pinky finger. As Rodrick kneeled down to get a closer look, his face was graced with a wide, goofy smile. He looked between you and the crab for a few seconds, before blurting out "it's a little baby!", his voice high and girlish.

You let out a chuckle at this, watching your boyfriend's eyes grow in amazement and glee at the sight of such a small crab. His attention was fixed to it for as long as it sat there, until the crab must have decided that staring back at the squealing Rodrick had become tedious, and scuttled away under some pebbles.

Rodrick finally stood once again, and reached out to hold your hands.

"That was so cool," he said, his eyes twinkling and his smile somehow even more loveable than ever.

"You're so cute," you replied, unable to contain your adoration any longer. You placed your arms over his shoulders, while instinctively, Rodrick held your waist.

You leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was a hardcore punk guy with a big beat up van, and an affinity for moshing. At times like this, all you saw was an innocent, precious sweetheart. You just wanted to hold his face and pepper it with gentle kisses, while showering him with compliments like "my handsome boy," and "you're the cutest thing in the whole world". You probably would later, but not right now. He'd never live it down if his family saw him being such a big softie.

You allowed yourself to get lost in his big brown eyes for a moment longer, before you heard Frank calling the two of you to come and get some food.

I love you, you thought to yourself as Rodrick carefully guided you down the rocks. As if he could read your mind, he threw an arm round your shoulder and whispered in your ear

"I love you, y/n"

A/n requests are open! I write hcs and short fics for a couple characters, check my pinned post for details! :^)

(Pls request something I need ideas lol)

[tonowarii]

IM SO HAPPY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN💕💕(but don’t overwork yourself bestie take your time🥰💕)

spider x Human!reader where reader, who never wears the blue paint spider wears, one day randomly(totally not to hide the hickeys spider gave them 🙄) has it on their neck and someone asks them about it.

You technically don’t have to write spider cuz it could really work for any character I just had spider in mind while coming up with this.

NO BC I MISS WRITING FOR SPIDER MY BEST BOY <3

Got A Secret

Pairing: Spider "Miles" Socorro x Human!GN! Reader

WC: 1.1k

Warning/s: light swearing, teasing, some suggestive content but nothing too explicit

GIF IS MINE! (my pretty boy 😚)

“That’s weird.” Lo’ak suddenly said.

You, Spider, and the Sully’s were hanging out one day in the forest, deciding to take a minute or two rest to gain some energy for the way back.

“What’s weird?” Tuk asked, eyeing his brother.

“Yeah, what?”

You looked up from inspecting your knife to find Lo’ak’s eyes boring into yours. “What?” You asked, suddenly feeling seen. “Did Spider finally have you wrapped up in his finger that you started wearing that paint too?” Lo’ak joked. You blushed while Spider freezes, looking at Lo’ak then at you.

“Shut up, bro.” Spider said to him.

“No, because I remember (Y/N) saying it was too itchy for their skin, so it’s weird seeing them with it now.” Lo’ak said.

“Ooh, but it makes them pretty!” Tuk perked, smiling at you. All you did was sit in silence, trying to come up with a decent explanation.

Both you and Spider stared at each other, he was wearing a slight smug look on his face but was trying to hide it. You weren’t saying it was his fault but- it was his fault.

One thing led to another and that another was you being left with hickeys made by him that littered down from your neck to some areas of your chest.

Spider, realizing his mistake the night before today, just decided the best idea his mind could come up with, that is covering you in the same blue paint he wears all the time, to hide what the two of you were doing.

But in doing so earlier in the morning, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and had decided to give you a few more.

“I mean, can’t I try something new?” You hoped your excuse was enough, Spider just chuckled, leading you to elbow him in the ribs as he winced, rubbing his side as he frowned.

“Yeah, just leave them be, Lo’ak.” Kiri said, looking at you and Lo’ak before rolling her eyes.

Lo’ak then shrugged, standing up. “Any of you guys wanna go for a swim? The heat’s killing me.”

 “I do! I do!” Tuk followed his brother, jumping up and down. “Finally, a great idea you come up with.” Kiri said. “Count us in!” Spider said, standing up and facing you, offering his hand to pull you up.

You grabbed it, letting him pull you to stand as the others were already walking away. “Stop smirking, dumbass.” You rolled your eyes at the boy who was looking at you.

“I’m not!” He raised his hands up defensively. “But you look good with those marks.”

“Hmm, the painting or your marks?” You teased. He lets a sheepish chuckle escape him. “Both…?”

Sighing, you turned around and began jogging away to catch up with the others, Spider hurriedly following after you. “Hey, at least we’re both matching!”

Thankfully, Lo’ak had found a lake not too far, the water looked too tempting as it was a bright blue, encouraging you to just dive right in.

Lo’ak, Tuk, and Kiri had already jumped in, splashing each other, more like Tuk and Kiri teamed up to take Lo’ak down. You eagerly ran towards the lake and jumped. Spider did too, swimming up towards you.

You played for a bit in the waters, holding each other’s breath to see who could last the longest, seeing who could make the biggest splash, and even a playful game of shoulder wars, teams consisting of Lo’ak and Kiri, with you and Spider. Tuk had to be the scorer.

That was probably the most fun you had as you and Kiri had to knock each other off when you both were perched upon Lo’ak and Spider’s shoulders. In the end it became a tie.

“Guys we need to go home nooow.” Tuk reminded while all of you dried yourselves up. “Yeah, Tuk, we know.” Spider said.

You were just stretching when you had suddenly become the centre of attention again. “Hey! Are you okay? I didn’t push you off that hard, did I?” Kiri said, looking at the marks on your chest, some on your neck.  

“Huh?” You replied to Kiri, confused. Spider looked at himself then at you, eyes widening. “Uh, baby…”

You looked at Spider, the blue paint on him had faded and you looked down at yours, it had faded too, revealing the purplish marks you tried to hide. Fuck.

“Oh! No! I’m fine, probably just something else.” More like someone.

“Are you sure? I’m sorry!” Kiri said, Lo’ak and Tuk were curious, so they approached the two of you to see what was going on. Lo’ak seemed to know, and he laughed. “Oh, bro…”

“Are you okay?!” Tuk asked in concern. “Guys! I’m okay!” You reassured them.

“Now I get it.” Lo’ak said, approaching Spider and smacking his back. “Jeez, cuz. You did that?”

“Shut uup.” Spider said, playfully shoving Lo’ak off as they playfully wrestled, Lo’ak endlessly teasing him.

“Did Spider hurt you?” Tuk asked. Kiri had finally caught on what Lo’ak was teasing Spider with and the gears in her head turned, mouth going ‘o’ as she answered Tuk for you. “No, Tuk, I’m guessing it just had to be an allergic reaction to the paint…” Kiri explained, looking at you to help solidify her explanation.

“Yeah Tuk, I said it was itchy before, right? I just didn’t notice.” You laugh.

Thankfully, Tuk took that explanation. “Oh, then uh- just use other berries for painting then!”

You and Kiri look at each other, laughing. “Yeah, I’ll ask Spider to do that next time.”

After everyone had finally settled down, except for Lo’ak who throwed teasing here and there to Spider on the way home, they had to go back to their family while you and Spider went in the shack into your own room, finally free from your exopacks.

“I can’t believe that happened.” You said, slamming your back on the bed as you covered your face.

“I was trying to tell you the paint’s gonna wash off but you jumped right in!” Spider defended, the bed creaking as Spider sat beside you, smiling.

“Yeah, the paint washed off but who’s fault are these?” You said, uncovering your face to use your hand to point at the marks your boyfriend had left.

“My bad.” He chuckled. “Yup, that’s right, your fault, Spider.” You laughed with him. “Next time I’ll let you know how it feels.”

The statement suddenly left your mouth out loud, rendering the two of you silent and one Socorro blushing madly. He definitely liked that idea, but to play it off, he shrugged.

“Guessing that ‘next time’ could be now.”

Oh, this little bastard.

[jo-com]

PARK SUNGHOON IMAGINE

Jake’s Sister

A/n: this is my first post here and my work are not professional, i just do it for fun, i also post in my wattpad acc. Sorry if this suck ass, thanks for reading though. My requests are open.

Tw: SMUT IF UR UNCOMFORTABLE PLS DONT READ! MNDI!

Synopsis: You were forbidden to date you're brothers best friend but sunghoon was too hard to resist.. SMUT MNDI!!

"Fuck baby, more please" sunghoon groaned at your eagerness and thrusted more into you, drilling his hips to yours harshly. You were for sure seeing stars as the knot in your stomach was going undone any second now. You bit on your lower lips to try and hold the moans that were coming out of your mouth. He then grabbed your face and run his thumbs on your lips. They were starting to bleed from being bitten down, and not going to lie that turned him on even more.

"No, I want to hear you" his voice was hoarse and was out of breath, just like yours. He grabbed your chin and kissed your lips roughly, biting and licking on those sweet lips as if it were a candy that he'd been craving forever.

The two of you have been on it for awhile now, you've come three times already whereas sunghoon was just getting started.

You moaned into the kiss and gripped the sheets tighter, your knuckles were now turning white from holding on the sheets for a while. His thrust didn't slow down but was getting fast with each passing second, the sound of skin clapping filled the steamy dim lit room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you repeatedly moaned as his hips collided with yours, your mind was blank, only the thought of his big cock drilling into you made your head spin. Sunghoon's hand gripped your hips that you know for sure was going to leave a mark afterwards, you followed onto his actions and clash into his hips making a euphoric feeling between the two of you.

"Ah shit, fuck i am close", his hand snaked up to your chest and pinched your nipples, playing and tugging on those buds earning a gasp from you. Your expression encouraged him to torture them more. He lowered his head and bit down onto your chest and sucking it, leaving a few marks behind, you tried so hard not to moan out loud but failed miserably when his mouth played with your buds eagerly.

"Hoon.. ah iam close too" was the only thing you muttered up with the little energy you have left.

"Show me how badly you want to come baby"he stopped his actions and slipped out of you making you cry out for the sudden emptiness as he sat up on the bed, his head were now laid on your headboard and his body laying flat on the bed waiting for you to ride it.

Your weak body crawled up onto his and sat up his lap. Sunghoon's hand guided your hips to slowly lower down his dick. A moan slipped pass your mouth,  hissing at the feeling of him filling you up, even after doing it many times you were still not used to his size.

"Oh fuck" you cursed and tried to steady yourself onto his dick and without a warning sunghoon started to thrust harshly into your hips making you jolt at the sudden sensation.

You gripped onto his biceps and followed up his movements, the friction from grinding with each other made him moan, he felt so comfortable and confident whenever he's doing it with you. You make him feel special and it encourages his ego more.

Sunghoon sighed heavily at the sight of you, your body was shaking from the overstimulation and your tits going up and down as you rode his dick. At that moment sunghoon felt like you were a goddess, an angel sent down for him to corrupt, just the thought of ruining you made his cock hard again.

You let a loud moan and gripped him more, "hoon i am so close, fuck."

The knot in your stomach finally came undone, your juices were now flowing down his dick making him groan and speed up his thrust.

Your body fell down to his chest, panting as you tried to steady your breath. "Fuck baby here I come."

Sunghoon rutted his hips a few more times before pumping his cum inside your wet core, your gummy walls were now tainted with his white fluid making your eyes rolled back with the new sensation that filled your body, feeling his seed enter your insides made your head spin once again.

After awhile his dick finally softened and slipped out on its own, he grabbed your hips and laid you down besides him. "You did so well my love." Sunghoon smiled and kissed the side of your head.

You only hummed in response, your eyes were slowly closing and was ready to succumb to slumber. "Y/n are you there?."

Your eyes then widened, the sleepiness that was in your system faded within seconds of hearing that voice. You looked over at sunghoon and saw his expression were the same with yours.

Aw fuck..

.  .  .

This is not proofread and again, my requests are always open😚

[itsbackwoodsbby]

(A/N: *sighs* where do i begin? i feel like i’m always saying i wrote this for @becauseimswagman1 … but i mean i did. i haven’t even started watching gen v yet. but one lovely late night, she was fangirling about jordan (as per usual) and i came up with the idea that jordan can split into two. she fought me on it. her exact words, “Physically impossible” and I know it is, but sometimes you have to let your wildest thoughts and fantasies win. so here we have my masterpiece … well at least i hope it is to you.)

Splitting Into Two

Masc Jordan x Fem Jordan x Black Fem Reader

Warning: smut! threesome sex! swearing! VERY DOM FEM JORDAN!

Summary: While chilling with Jordan Li, you tell them your secret about how you developed a new secret about your powers and you encouraged them to try it as well. these new secret for Jordan is that they can split into two. You being the horny fuck you are, you decide to try what it would be like fucking both Jordans.

You and Jordan were chilling in your room, vibing and listening to music. Well, you have made Jordan in the mood to listen to K-pop music with you, but don’t tell them. You had something urgent to tell them, but you were kind of scared, if their answer was bad, you could always control it to the answer you wanted. Great pro of having telepathic powers. 

“Jordan.” You call out to them. “I discovered something new with my powers.” They move their hair out of the way to  look at you, “What is it?” You get up and move your radio with your thoughts. They look at you, “Whoa! That’s pretty cool.” They smile at you. “How did you learn to do that?” You look at them, “Well, I was doing homework and I wanted water, and randomly a glass of water just floated to me. At first, I thought it was my roommate playing a trick on me being invisible and all, but she wasn’t even here.” You explain. 

They smile at you and praise you. They always wanted to see if they could find something else extraordinary about their own powers, but honestly, they were too scared to try. You encourage them. 

“Just relax and think of something. If you think about it and you feel like a tingle or something, maybe you can do it.” You pat them on the back.

They start thinking and thinking with their eyes closed. You watched them eagerly. You would love to see them uncover this new unique way to use their power. A few moments later, you see Jordan split into two. You do a double take. You couldn’t even believe it. They look at one another. 

“Whoa! This is crazy.” Fem Jordan touches Masc Jordan’s cheek. “This is the other me.” Masc Jordan laughs. “No wonder, the girls like you.” Fem Jordan says about the masculine version of themselves. “Same to you, too.” Masc Jordan daps them up.

You however remain speechless. Both versions of Jordan have always been attractive to you, but seeing them both at the same time is completely mind-blowing. You sit in your blue bean bag. They laugh at your reaction.

“You act like you’ve never seen us before.” Masc Jordan walks over to you, and taps you, which makes you jump because Fem Jordan was sitting directly in front of you. “No. No. At the same time is scary. But it’s so cool.” You start gleaming looking at them standing about you. “Well, thank you for helping us discover this. Is there any way we can pay you back?” 

You think for a moment. There���s one thing you want with them. And that’s sex. But you don’t know how they would feel about it. But it’s not like you haven’t mentioned it before. Jordan knows that they make you feel a certain way. Sometimes, they tease you because they love the way you fold for them. So what’s the harm in asking for sex? 

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

You are squirming and trying to worm your way out of Masc Jordan’s stronghold around your waist, but they aren’t letting you go. Fem Jordan’s tongue game was crazy, but the fact they are making themselves even more vigorous is insane as it is pleasurable. You’re trying to push them away with your hands but Masc Jordan grabs your hands and pins them to your thigh.

“Fuck, Jordan. Sl-slow down.” You beg them, but your whimpering meant nothing to them. They went faster and started energy blasts to your clit. You jump up and start feeling yourself starting to leak out. “Ahh, ahh! Jordan, I’m about to cum. I’m about to cum.” You whimper out. Suddenly, your body jerks up again as you start coming really hard.

You start to catch your breath. You look at Fem Jordan as if they were a monster. They just smirk at you. You think to yourself, “What if they used my toy on me? I am a mess when I use it! They’re going to go crazy on me with that thing. I’ll be shaking for months.” Suddenly, your nightstand opens and your favorite toy floats out and lands in Fem Jordan’s hand. They smirk at you even more.

“What were you thinking about Y/N?” They slyly smiled at you. “Nothing. Nothing. I don’t know why that came out of there.” You try to play off as if it was nothing. Fem Jordan glides the toy on your already wet clit. The cold metal feels amazing and it’s not even on. “Come on, Jordan. Just put it back.” They chuckle and shake their head at you. “Nope. I am not done with you. I just prepped you for the both of us. Now … it’s my turn with you.” Fem Jordan says.

They turn it on at a normal pace and let the vibrations send chills down your clit. You jump but your clit is familiar to the feeling of this toy. You smile at them. They did live for your perfect smile, however, they wanted to wipe your smile away and make you beg. With their powers, they took the toy’s power to another level. Now this feeling was WAY different and it was the more you always wanted with this toy. To add more pleasure, Masc Jordan was kissing your neck and massaging your breasts as they still held on tightly to your body leaning on theirs. You honestly felt your soul leaving your body slowly as they pleased you. The speed of the toy goes even faster. Your body jerks up. 

“Jordan, chill out. Please.” You beg out. Though that’s what they wanted to hear, they only brought the toy to a high speed. “Ahh, no no. Slow down Jordan. Please.” You whine out. They shake their head. “Nope.”

Your body keeps jerking up and down, but you can’t go anywhere. You sigh in contentment and take your fate. Your moans and whines fill up your room and slowly, your juice is all on your sheets, Jordan, and the toy. As soon as Fem Jordan takes the toy off your clit, the toy breaks completely from a new speed. You look at them and they laugh. 

“Maybe, I got a little carried away.” They say, making you look at them. “You think?” You pant trying to catch your breath. They just chuckle, “You enjoy it though. Right?” They look at you in a teasing yet serious manner. You just nod your head yes.

“I’m guessing it’s my turn now?” Masc Jordan asks you. “Yes. It is. But let me catch my breath.”  You try to catch your breath some more.

Fem Jordan didn’t want you to catch your breath. They wanted to see you get destroyed instantly, but Masc Jordan granted your wish. As you catch your breath, you decide to go ahead and help Masc Jordan get hard. You place your hand around their dick and start stroking them. They gasp in complete shock but love what is happening. You continue to stroke and kiss their cheek. 

They groan in your ear, “Uh, Y/N. Don’t stop.” You smile. “You don’t want me to stop, baby?” They shake their head, “No… noo. Keep going.” They groan in your ear. 

They turn to kiss you and you kiss them back. Fem Jordan is watching and caressing and kissing up and down your body. This was a dream come true honestly. 

“Uh! Uh! Y/N… I’m coming. I’m about to cum.” Masc Jordan whimpers as your other hand rubs their sensitive tip. 

Their cum was already leaking out. You couldn’t control yourself and you start sucking on their tip. They throw their head back before releasing it all in your mouth. You look up at them and show them that you swallow it all. Both Jordan’s look at you impressed. You giggle and then lay on your stomach. Slowly, you begin to arch your back. They watch in awe as you start shaking your ass. Fem Jordan smacks it along with Masc Jordan gripping it. 

“Damn. You left your big ass handprint on her ass.” Fem Jordan chuckles. “Hey, you left a mark too.” Masc Jordan remarks. “I don’t mind.” You giggle and wiggle your ass side to side. “I do however need to be fucked.” You smile. 

Masc Jordan slides their tip in. You’re instantly grabbing the sheets. They were already stretching you, but you loved the feeling. Eventually, they shove the rest of it and wait for you to adjust to this new big size. Fem Jordan is impatient, but they don’t show it. Masc Jordan wants to make love to you and that’s what they did. They filled your body with slow deep long strokes. They drove your body mad. 

“Ah. Jordan, you feel so good.” You moan out. They smile, “Mm, so do you baby girl.” They say back to you. 

They plant light warm kisses down your back. This is what Heaven feels like. All of a sudden, you got pulled up by your hair and your neck had a new accessory wrapped around it. Masc Jordan’s hand. They start choking you and pounding inside you. 

“Ah! Ah! Jordan. Fuck.” You grab their stomach and try to push them away, but they don't bulge. “Take this dick.” Masc Jordan growls. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you start to wonder where all this energy came from. You open your eyes and see Fem Jordan smirking at you. They gave Masc Jordan some more energy. You sigh and look at them. 

“You… just want me to be punished.” You managed to push the words out. “Me? I wouldn’t want the poor baby to be broken like this.” They say in a sarcastic manner and give you the most cheeky smile.

You roll your eyes back again and your toes begin to curl. The room is now filled with your moans and the sound of your skin clapping with theirs. The grip on your neck was so tight, you started blinking in and out of consciousness. Fem Jordan gets in front of you and shakes your face. 

“Hey baby girl, don’t lose consciousness. Focus on me.” They point to themselves smirking at you. 

You just continue taking the dick and batting your eyes, struggling to keep them up. Fem Jordan kisses you which causes you to gain a little sense. You sloppy kiss them back though for every few seconds you were either moaning or trying to stay focused on them. Soon, Masc Jordan starts hitting your spot. 

“Ooh, ooh. Right there! Right there baby.”You whine out as your walls start clenching around their dick. They groan out, “You're going to cum for me, baby girl?” They ask you. You frantically shake your head yes. Both Jordan’s shake their heads, “Nah we need words. Are you going to cum on this dick?” Masc Jordan asks you again. “Yes, yes, yes! I’m going to cum on your dick.” 

Masc Jordan keeps hitting that spot and as soon as you cum on their dick you collapse into Fem Jordan’s body. Masc Jordan pulls out and cums on your ass cheeks. 

“Do you think we did too much?” Masc Jordan asks. “Nah, I think we did what we needed to do.” Fem Jordan says before smacking your ass. “Wake up baby girl.” 

You don’t bulge. Fem Jordan chuckles alongside Masc Jordan. 

“Go get her a towel. Get my cum off her.” They say. 

Fem Jordan goes to get a towel for you and tosses it to Masc Jordan who wipes their cum off your ass cheek. The motion sort of wakes you up. 

“Damn. That never happened before.” You say. They just laugh. “Well, do you feel okay?” Masc Jordan asks. “Yeah. I just know one thing.” You look at Fem Jordan. “You owe me a new toy.” You weakly giggle. “Don’t worry baby. You won’t need a new toy dealing with us.” You look at the bit of them, “You’re damn sure right about that one.” You let out a giggle.

[footballffbarbiex]

ooh those prompts are so cute. could i request jumping in pile of leaves with anto please?

from this list.

thank you for requesting!

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with his little one's hand clasped firmly in his, Antoine takes slower steps to allow his little boy to keep up. they're both wrapped up in warm, comforting clothes. as much as Antoine loved the warm weather and despised being cold, he did like this time of year - more so since having children.

Antoine took simple joys from life and tried to remain as upbeat as he possibly could. his home-life reflected this always and through his child, he was able to see the world in a much more innocent way. walks, like today, were no longer just walks. he learnt to stop and look at interesting rocks, pick pretty flowers, imitate birds or ducks just because or, also like today, the opportunity to throw himself into a pile of leaves is presenting itself.

he'd like to say it's purely to make the little one laugh, but secretly it's because he simply wants to.

"can you help me?" he asks, squatting down next to him and begins to demonstrate how to scoop the leaves. "like this."

the little one eagerly bends and though his small hands only manage one or two leaves at a time, he's happy to be included and wanted. Antoine realised quickly - once the boy was old enough of course - that including him in the most trivial things meant the world to him. he'd light up with happiness and pay as much attention as a toddler could to the task at hand and this was no different.

they worked quickly, with Antoine naturally doing more of the work than his mini me, and mostly silently with only Antoine's soft encouragement breaking it, until a good sized leaf pile is constructed before them.

"usually," Antoine warns, "we don't jump into leaf piles that are already here, just in case there are animals sleeping in them. but we've built this, right? so we know it's safe for us and for them because they're not in here."

"can I jump?" he's almost dancing from foot to foot, little hands balled into fists by his side as he shakes with excitement. "can i JUMP?"

"i thought this one was for me?" Antoine purposely contorts his expression into one of confusion.

"nooo!" the little boy giggles and points at himself. "for me!" he begins hopping now from foot to foot before dashing forward, taking Antoine by surprise and before he can try and stop his son, he's thrown his little body onto the pile, flattening as much of it as he can while a few leafs flutter up into the air and fall back around him like snowflakes.

"hey!" Antoine bends and grabs him by the waist, fingers digging into his sides just enough to make him laugh a full belly laugh. "that was my turn. now i'm going to have to build it all again."

he knows that he probably won't get a single leaf pile jump, that he'll now purposely slow himself down so that his son is able to jump into it first, but it'll be worth it just to hear his laugh.

new core memory unlocked.

[bambinotattoo]

These PJ’s always make me feel nostalgic. And I LOVE the snap set up on these as I can easily have my diaper accessed in about any position. Reminds me of a caregiver/sitter I had some many years ago.

At the point of the story, I was 19, living with several roommates and in a new city. Finally all the ridicule and constant berating would finally subside, and I can secretly keep myself diapered at night without anyone knowing. Or so i thought….

It had been a solid 4+ years since having to deal with all the daytime wetting in my early years, still very much a sissy bedwetter…but could keep the secret. I had started dating a women as well. I was upfront and honest bout my wetting and just wanted an open vibe, which she applauded. She was curious about my diapers and pushed and urged to let let her diaper me one night before bed. I was apprehensive but also excited about the idea.

I eventually have in (I gave in right away…who am I kidding). She really loved the idea of changing me and babying me. I still remember the way all that felt from a few years ago and had no problem letting her take control. So she began diapering me at night, and either in diapering or changing me in the mornings (even through I didn’t need a daytime diaper at this point, I liked being changed so I just let her go with it.

After a few weeks I was surprised with a box around bedtime and was eagerly encouraged to open it. It was a pair of Jammie’s VERY similar to these. Snaps all the way up and down. And for some reason, I felt the absolute littlest while being changed out of a soaked diaper after having my PJ’s opened up like a tortilla for the world to see.

Remember what I mentioned about several roommates? Yea, one early morning while fast asleep… paci half hating out of my mouth, and a wet diaper taped around my waist with those babyish PJ’s announcing like a bull horn “HE WEARS AND USUES DIAPERS”. I was awoken by the ever growing giggles of 4 people staring at my wet diaper. At first I thought it was a dream, this wasn’t happening. Not this way. “I told you he pisses himself and wears diapers to bed!” “Can’t believe he is really wet, what a little sissy girl? “Should we change him?” Yea, but take a few pictures to show everyone.lol!”

This wasn’t happening, like history repeating itself. I was trying to fake still being asleep and to my knowledge was doing a horrible job. About this time, my girlfriend was coming in from being out with friends and to her horror witnessed the humiliation I was enduring. She calmly made everyone leave the room and told them, she was going to have them a piece of her mind once everything with me as okay.

About the time she tip toed back in the night light lit bedroom and instinctively went to the diaper closet and grabbed a change, booster, and powder. She began unsnapping one snap at a time being extra careful to not disturb me, hoping I hadn’t heard any of what was going on. About the time she was going to undo the first tap on my diaper I opened my eyes and immediately began to tear up and blush. Blabbering things like “I can’t help betwetting, I wish I could control it, I hate mys….”nope; your my little cute boy, and I love the the fact that you wear diapers, I kinda wished you wore the. 24/7…I think that’s pretty HOTT”

I was again blushing, and beat red but a smirk had found it’s way to my perturbed face. At this point my very wet Bambino Belisimo as exposed and was experiencing a diaper change just 5 minutes after the worst embarrassment I had had in years. Starting to feel all the emotions raging up again my dear babysitter could notice despite the extra attention I was getting with the wipes from the wipe warmer. I closed my eyes, concentrated on sucking my paci while she gently and with tact sensibly began running her nails up and down my now erect little penis. She knew I like being told how small it was while getting a handjob along with “boys with small pee pee’s need their diapers, mommy knows best now hurry up and give Mommy a present”

I did, and was again thickly diapered and my PJ’s put back on. Still a little down and embarrassed, I asked why I was so weird and wrong. To which she said “ fuck them, fuck them all to hell. But you know what, you can’t run from this…do you trust me.”

Ofcourse I did, but had no idea what she was cooking up.

[virtualtrashcollector]

🌼 Kisses & Brownies

Chapter 4:

An air compressor loudly turned on in the shop suggesting Richie and Michael had just returned from their break. The two of you would need to try to keep quieter. His cock still erect J hopped off the desk and patted it eagerly. With a grin you took his place. He watched as you unzipped your coveralls more, just enough to make them a bit looser around your waist. Moving in closer, he turned the small vibrator over in his hands inspecting it.

"How do ya work this thing...." He mumbled to himself just as he seemed to find the power button. A tiny red light came on as the vibe began to buzz. He jumped almost comically as it powered up. Turning his gaze from the toy back to you, he grinned sexily

"Powerful little guy." He remarked as his dark eyes dropped to your crotch. It seemed like he was unsure about what to do next. He shifted back and forth slightly before you. It was obvious he wanted to put the vibe down your pants, but he didn't quite know how to go about it. He was too adorable. Sliding his tongue over his lips he looked back up at you.

"How do ya wanna do this babe?" J asked cocking his head slightly. Gently you gripped his wrist and pulled his hand that held the bullet down inside your coveralls. It only took a moment for you to position the vibe so that it sat right on top of your pierced clitoris, but overtop of your underwear. The instant it touched your sweet spot you couldn't stop the moan from escaping your lips. It felt absolutely amazing.

His hand held the small vibrator as it buzzed away inside your coveralls. Underneath, you were wearing a thin black thong with delicate lace trim. You were feeling very horny from watching J earlier so you were more than ready to get off. He watched intently as your naked chest rose and fell faster and faster.

"Mmmm....right there." You encouraged him. He responded by pressing the vibe a little harder against you. With your left hand you grabbed onto his arm, enjoying the feel of his firm bicep muscles. His free hand teased your nipples, twisting and flicking lightly while also pulling on your piercings.

"There's multiple speeds love." You informed him breathlessly. He felt the vibe for a moment then seemed to find the other button. Feeling the vibration intensity increase, you moaned softly. Eventually he removed his hand from your breasts. J chewed his bottom lip, gripped his dick, and began slowly stroking himself as he watched you. Seeing him pleasure himself made you instantly more wet. You removed your hand from his arm and played with his balls, your fingertips gently massaging the soft wrinkly skin. He chuckled softly as you felt the vibration increase once again.

Outside of your office there was a sudden shout followed by a loud crash. It sounded as though a toolbox or shelf had fallen over, however your new boss didn't seem to notice. He was too busy playing with himself.....and with you. Every few seconds his beautiful eyes would drift from your face down to your tits, and then back up again. Leaning into his torso you kissed and sucked at his neck, fully intending to leave a hickey. It was getting you off thinking about leaving your mark on him. You wanted J to be all yours.

"Fuck...." He said somewhat out of breath.

"I can feel the heat from your pussy on my hand doll." His voice was deep and soft as he said this. You noticed he started to stroke himself a little faster. Removing your lips from his neck you responded,

"You make me so wet darling." He grinned and once again increased the speed of the vibe, sliding it back and forth over your clit. You moaned aloud but were quickly cut short. Catching you by surprise, he pressed his lips hard against yours. Your bare torso burned into his.

While kissing each other passionately you ran your fingers gently through his long greasy hair. J groaned as he stepped closer to you, his erection nearly touching your stomach as he continued touching himself. Judging by the look of him he wasn't going to last much longer, and neither were you. He tugged hard on his cock as he increased your vibrator to the maximum speed. You were incredibly close to orgasm now. Reaching inside of your coveralls you quickly found his hand and gripped his wrist tightly.

"I'm going to cum...." You whimpered as your body prepared to climax. To your surprise he then abruptly removed the vibe from inside your pants. You couldn't hide your irritation, and he read your expression perfectly. J exhaled, then moaned deeply.

"Mmmm.....just wanted to see what ya look like when I edge ya." As he said this he rubbed the soft vibrator over your erect nipples. Placing your hands behind his neck, you pulled his face close to yours and locked eyes with him.

"You are going to pay for that sir." You informed him in a rather threatening tone. His face became serious and he clicked his tongue loudly.

"Punish me babe." His deep voice was almost a growl as he slipped the vibe back inside your pants.

The feeling of ecstasy was beginning to grow again as J held the bullet firmly against your clitoris. True to your word, you were going to make him pay for that little stunt he had just pulled. While he jerked off, you pinched his left nipple tightly and squeezed nearly as hard as you could. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lip.

"That's it.....punish me....punish me." He encouraged you. His hand was moving very quickly on his cock now. Every now and then he would buck his hips causing the tip of his helmet to brush against your skin. Moving to his other nipple you repeated the same action, squeezing hard. He was breathing fast and heavy. Orgasm was inevitable now, for the both of you. Your body tensed and started to shake as you reached your peak.

The shop was uncharacteristically silent and for a moment, you worried the two men outside were listening in. Oh well, you thought. Let them get hard eavesdropping on the two of you. Returning your attention to your new boss, you were very aware that he could finish any second, but hadn't yet because he was waiting for you. While the vibe rumbled intensely on your clit, J was stroking himself harder than ever. Pleasure began to take over and it took everything in you to not scream out as you came. Your body went rigid as you lost control.

"Shit I'm cumming!" You exclaimed as pure ecstacy surged through your entire body. Once again you gripped his hand inside of your pants, pushing the vibe even harder against yourself. J growled loudly as he came as well just seconds later.

"Ahhh....fuck!" He nearly shouted. Immediately you pressed your lips on his, hoping to stifle any future cries of pleasure. Your tongue explored his mouth as the two of you came together.

In the still quiet of your office J shot all over your stomach and under bust. He thrusted his hips wildly, rubbing his throbbing cock against you. It seemed he was using your naked torso to get off now instead of his hand. Groaning loudly he grabbed your ass and squeezed. He broke away from your kiss to suck on your neck while he shuddered and twitched in the throws of ecstacy.

"Fuck Daisy......" He mumbled softly as his hot heavy breath caressed your skin. Your body was still shaking in the aftermath of your climax. All at once, he nearly fell backward onto the concrete floor in front of your desk. He sat down clumsily and let his body fall back, his head hitting the hard floor with an audible thud. J's bare chest glistened as it rapidly moved up and down. You watched as his dick slowly became flaccid.

[stewardofningishzida]

Chapter 13: On Jewelry and Eyes

The first Meta-Fic is coming to an end! Chapter 14 is effectively finished as well and then we’re working on the sequel. Here’s the penultimate chapter! This one is soft and fluffy. Enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNING: Eye injury, alcohol use, language

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*Stephen enters Trix’s house and grabs her Sling Ring prop.  He looks it over curiously before heading back to my house.*

Stephen:  Okay, I have the replica.  

Me:  Go in my room and take some of my jewelry to melt down.  It’ll save some money.  I keep them in their original boxes.  So, you can see which ones are silver.  The souvenir bottle of gold is on my bookshelf.

Stephen (gentle):  Steward, I can’t-

Me (firm):  Yes you can.  I can’t give energy right now and time is of the essence with your abilities fading.  It’s the least I can do.  So, please take it.  Things can be replaced.  *I’m clearly not going to change my mind.*

Stephen (grateful):  Thank you.  

*He goes and gets some pieces for melting down.*

Stephen:  There’s copper that can be mixed in at cost in the store.  We won’t need the lab’s supply.  That’s one less complication.  The rest of the gold and silver can be purchased at the store as well.  How are you feeling, Trix?  Any better?  

Trix: Doing a bit better but running at probably 60%

Stephen:  Okay.  Rest until PrettyWitch and I get back.

Tear: Call me if you guys need anything while you’re out. I can pass the phone over to Steward too if you need more help at the store.

Stephen:  All right.  Will do.

*He checks on Trix one more time before heading to the car with PrettyWitch.  His nerves spike again as usual.  The sorcerer takes a deep breath before getting into the passenger seat.*

Stephen (preparing himself):  Be careful, please.  *He’s anxious.*

PrettyWitch: You got it.  

*They get to the jewelry store and request the more accurate remake of the Sling Ring replica.  Stephen’s hands are shaking rather badly now.  So, he lets PrettyWitch show them the text logs from Trix as proof before they swing by the grocery store for some snacks and head back to my house.  He goes to check on me.*

Stephen:  How are you feeling?

Me:  My eyes are burning a bit, unfortunately.  Where are the eyedrops?  

Stephen:  I’ll get them.  

*He goes to get the medicated eyedrops, but struggles with undoing the cap due to his loss in dexterity.  Stephen lets out a frustrated sigh.*

Tear: Here. *I hold my hand out in a silent request for the eyedrops* Would you mind helping me fetch some tissue paper for Steward too? You know how annoying it is when the drops run all over your face if you miss. *I keep my eyes fixed on his and keep my attention away from his hands, hoping the offer to switch chores will help reduce the sting of his current situation*

Stephen:  Thanks…*He hands Tear the bottle and goes to get some tissue with an appreciative glance at her.*

*I accept the bottle and clumsily put the drops in before feeling around for a tissue to clean up the excess.  The sorcerer helps me.  Despite the shaking, he’s very gentle.*

Me:  Merci beaucoup.  *I smirk slightly, trying to amuse the group.*

Trix: Très bon

PrettyWitch: (Turns to Stephen) So how long until the new Sling Ring is ready?

Stephen:  The store will take a few days to make the new Sling Ring.  

Me:  Anyone got any other plans or things to try in the meantime or should we just wait?

Trix: Storytime? *eyes the group eagerly* Nothing too bad or traumatizing of course, but I say we go for our weirdest story that describes who you are the best!

Tear: Hmm, you say that as if my life was ever weird or exciting before Stephen popped by for a visit… *I still take a seat and curl up on the couch, expression relaxed and open. I’m curious to hear what everyone has to say*

Me:  Heh. That, I think we can all do.  C’mon, Tear.  I know you have a few good stories.  *I encourage her gently.*

PrettyWitch: I have some good stories.

Stephen (amused):  All right.  Who wants to start?

Trix: I have a fun one! So back in elementary school when I was in sixth grade, I ended up being a bus buddy for the kindergarteners so they were fine and someone would make sure they got off at their stop fine. There were five of them and they ended up liking hanging out on the bus with me and would find me at recess and things. I ended up drawing pictures of Pokémon for them and they treated them like trading cards because the actual cards were banned. Well word got around the kindergarten classes and my little buddies got popular for their ‘trading cards’ and asked for some for their friends. Well, that led me to drawing at least sixty pencil and notebook paper Pokémon cards and handing them out to the kids. This also meant I had a herd of 60 or so kindergartners who would follow me around at recess and do whatever I suggested. I, of course, had bullies back then like most do and after a rough morning, I may have had the idea of sending my apparent army after the two bullies to scare them. I will never forget them running from their lives from an army of kindergartens across the playground like Captain Jack Sparrow running from the tribe in the Pirates movie. Random story, I know, but honestly it makes me laugh remembering that through the power of friendship I gathered an army to defeat my foes like the cartoons used to always promise you could do.

*I laugh at the mental images that conjured up.*

Me:  That’s a good one!  All right.  Well, back in my senior year of high school, one of my classmates had badly broken her leg.  She still wanted to go to prom and such despite not being able to dance.  I’m not much into dancing either and didn’t know her as closely as some of my other friends.  However, I always carry a deck of cards with me because I enjoy the games.  Prom was no exception.  Since I had a deck in my purse, I cleared a table, invited my classmate over, and started dealing blackjack while using some candies as poker chips.  We really started getting into it and having fun, which got my friends’ attention.  Eventually, I even got the teachers in on it and basically turned a corner of the prom into a makeshift casino.  We were dealing blackjack and Texas hold ‘em all night while others danced.  At one point, we ran out of candy and started betting small items like phones, bracelets, etc.  I even won a guy’s car keys during a round!  Boy, was he nervous after losing that one to me.  Heh…Yes, we gave each other our stuff back at the end of the game.  It was one hell of a time and I think that’ll stick in our classes’ memory for ages to come.  With how things went, my classmate managed to go to prom and still have a lot of fun despite her situation.  Totally worth it just to see everyone happy.

Trix: That’s so sweet!

Tear: It sounds like you guys had some really fun times! You make this sound easier than it is… *I think hard about what to share and shift on my seat so that I can hug my knees* I’ve visited quite a few places and met some really extraordinary people, but I think the weirdest thing I’ve done…I’d say it was meeting my best friend. It happened back in 2009 in an old forum where she’d post her drawings. I liked to comment on them, and she was very sweet when replying to me. We exchanged messages for almost two years before we tried calling each other, which was insane because we lived in different countries. That evolved to video calls when they actually became a thing, and before I knew it she had invited me over so that we could meet face-to-face. It was the first time I traveled on my own, so I was terrified. My parents even made me come up with a backup plan in case it all turned out to be a big scam. It all went smoothly, thankfully, and I visited her many times afterward. Now, 14 years later, she’s asked me to be the godmother of her first child. The amount of sheer blind trust I had back then to dare make such a huge leap of faith still baffles me. Maybe it was stupidly naive, but I don’t regret it. If the concept of soulmates existed, I believe she’d be mine.

Stephen:  You’re a very kind person, Tear.  I’m glad that you found such a dear friend.

Me:  Awww.  That’s wholesome!  You’re very lucky.  Who’s next?

PrettyWitch: Hmmmm, what’s a good story?...Ooh! I know! So, it was the summer of 2005; I was thirteen, on vacation with my folks, and one of our destinations was New York City. We stayed in New Jersey, though. Now I don’t know if any of you remember, but 2005 was the hottest summer on record at the time, and we were going into the concrete jungle that is Manhattan…in the daytime. Well, let’s just say that between walking around all day and being at the top of a tour bus with an upper deck, my brain was cooked. It also didn’t help that we went up Canal Street, a.k.a. Bootleg city USA. I don’t know if it was a busy day or it was summer, but there were so many I was afraid we’d get split up so I was trying to hold onto my brother for dear life while trying to make sure we all held hands. Needless to say I was exhausted. So once we got to Battery Park, my mom took my hat off, poured water into my hat and dunked the hat on my head. It was…refreshing, to say the least. I cooled off after that, thankfully. But yeah, that’s probably one of the better stories I have.

Stephen:  So far so good.  How many of you have been to New York City before?  

Trix: I have once!

Tear: I haven’t had the chance to. I’ve done connections there before, but I’ve never left the airport.

*I shake my head to indicate “no”.*

Prettywitch: Ah, don’t be embarrassed, Steward. I’m sure you’ll get to visit the Big Apple, someday.

Me:  I’d like that.  My mom goes on and on about it and she wants to see NYC too one day.  Admittedly, it’s a bit intimidating, but I’ve been to Los Angeles.  So, how much different could it be?

Stephen:  Very, but you’ll get used to it quickly.  You all seem like an adaptable bunch.  *He smiles gently.  Unfortunately, I can’t see it, but I can hear the softness in his voice.*

Prettywitch: Well, if I had my pick I’d go back to New York. I’ve only been to L.A. once and I hated it. I much preferred San Diego.

Me (teasing):  How dare you.

Prettywitch: (sticks my tongue out, playfully) Sorry, couldn’t resist.

Stephen (amused):  Be nice, you two.

Prettywitch: Ah, alright. *Her tone indicates she’s playing along.* So what about you, Stephen? I’m sure you have lots of fun stories growing up in Nebraska.

Stephen:  I do.  Bittersweet, but a few good ones.  Lemme think…Well, when it was calving season, we had some of the new calves go out to pasture with their mothers.  After a few weeks, they were already starting to get adventurous.  One day, we were herding the cattle back into their barn and were short one head.  A male calf was missing.  My dad sent me out to look for him and I searched everywhere and couldn’t see him until I heard distressed mooing coming from a thicket of thorn bushes along the edge of the property.  He had trapped himself in a thorn bush on the steepest part of the hill next to the fence.  So, I carefully positioned myself and descended to the bush to rescue him.  He was scared and had no clue what was going on, which made him start struggling.  I had been out there for half an hour trying to get him out and my dad found us and helped pull back the thorns so I could get the calf out.  It was about to freeze that evening and we were all wet and covered with scratches by the end.  However, the calf and his mother were more than happy to see each other.  He ran over to her and she spent the next several minutes cleaning him up.  Despite how difficult the situation was, it was worth seeing those two reunited.  

Prettywitch: Awe! That’s cute!!! So you were a big old softie even back then.

*He grumbles in a half-hearted protest, yet can’t help but smirk.*

Prettywitch: *She giggles. *

Me (teasing):  Yeah, yeah, tough guy.

Tear: Not gonna lie, I thought for a moment there that you were going to say you stumbled across a tree on fire and heard a voice commanding you to go speak to the pharaoh.

*I snort, amused at Tear’s remark.*

Me: So, anyone want dinner?

Prettywitch: Yes!

Trix: Absolutely.

Me:  Tear, could you help us, please?  Erm…I could try to heat something up, but someone will have to tell me what I’m about to grab or touch.  *I get up, still trying to do stuff even if this is my first evening being blind.*

Tear: Oh! It’s okay. I offered to cook you all dinner tonight… *I spring out of my seat, ready to block the way to the kitchen if necessary*

Trix: Oh no, you are not on kitchen duty, Steward.

Prettywitch: Ah hun, why don’t we just order in, tonight? That way, you can rest.

*I hang my head, but agree.*

Me:  I just don’t want to be helpless…I should carry my own weight.  *I’m frustrated about the situation, but don’t want to make the same mistake that Stephen did.  So, I’m being gentle with my friends.  Though I’m lowkey taking it out on myself.  Stephen gently puts his hand on my shoulder.  I can feel it trembling, but warm.*

Stephen:  You’re doing the best you can.  Letting others who care help you isn’t a sign of weakness.  I don’t know how this accident happened exactly, but you can’t take it out on yourself.  

*I sigh.*

Me:  Basically, the new guy forgot to close the ether container when he finished his dissections and didn’t put it back in the fume hood where it belonged.  It gassed the entire lab and I got him out because he had passed out at his station.  Ether can explode or knock people out or even kill if in gas form.  So, I went back in to turn on the vents and get it out of the air safely.  I was already half-conscious from exposure, but was doing my best to fix it.  Then, the stupid part.  As I turned the vents on, I saw the cell culture hood was open and the UV lamp too.  The shield should be down because the lamp’s radiation burns living tissue.  I went to pull the shield down to protect my labmates when they eventually come back in later, but got the full blast of UV light to the face.  I was already loopy from ether and that slowed my reaction time down while lowering the shield.  Hence, how I got burned…So stupid.  I tried to protect my labmates and got myself toasted in the process…*Irritated huff*

*Stephen looks at me for a while, processing what I said and how I’m reacting to the situation.*

Stephen (gently):  No, it wasn’t stupid. You risked your life to save your labmates.  Doing something like that takes a lot of courage and you rose to the occasion perfectly. You deserve to take some time and heal your injuries.

Me (thinking this over):  …I suppose.  I just did what I thought was the right thing at the time.  

Trix: Here, why don’t I order us some food instead?

Tear: *I sigh and rub the back of my neck* That might be the fastest option…

*I sit back down.  Stephen hands Trix her phone so she can call for takeout.*

Trix: It shouldn’t take that long to get here.

*We have some dinner and call it a night.  The next day, it’s Prettywitch’s turn to cast the protection spell and everyone meets at my house again.*

Stephen:  Morning, Prettywitch.  I was thinking about something a while ago.  Would you like to receive some additional training?  I’d like to see if you can strengthen your casts.  

Prettywitch: Really!? *Clears throat.* I mean, really? That would be great.

Stephen:  Seeing as your methods have been working, you may have some inherent affinity for magic.  I want to see what else you can do.  

Prettywitch: Okay! So what do we do first?

Stephen (raising an eyebrow):  Be careful, all right?  Mystical forces aren’t something to be trifled with.  Now, are you ready?  Follow my movements.

*He demonstrates some hand gestures meant as a component of a power-boosting spell.*

Stephen:  First, I want to see if you get the signs right.  Then, I’ll walk you through the steps of the spell itself.  This one is to tap into the energy of the nearest leylines and channel it through yourself to boost your abilities.  Since the magical fields in this universe are so weak, I’m not sure how much this will help.  However, anything we can get will improve your casts at least a little bit.

*Prettywitch nods *

Prettywitch: Okay.

*She performs the same hand gestures as Stephen, doing her best to copy him. *

Prettywitch: Well?

Stephen:  Almost.  Be sure to keep your arm movements fluid.  Magic is practically a living force in and of itself.  It moves with whoever or whatever channels it.  One more time.  *He watches her.  After she finishes the movements, he teaches her the incantation, correcting her pronunciation gently and patiently.*  Okay.  Now, try the incantation together with the hand gestures.

Prettywitch: *Performs her movements while reciting the incantation.* How was that?

Stephen:  How do you feel, first of all?  If the spell was done correctly, you should feel more energy coursing through your body.

Prettywitch: I don’t know…I feel a bit of twitching in my hands. Does that count?

Stephen:  Hm.  It’s hard to say with how weak this universe’s magical field is.  Try casting the protection spell now and tell me how you feel afterwards.  The power-boosting spell should make it so you’re less drained after casting other spells.

Prettywitch: Okay. *Places her hands up to make it look like she’s conjuring a ball.* Protect Stephen Strange, who I deem needing. As I say it, so mote it be. *She pushes the ball out into the ether, then carefully returns any other magic she has into the air by brushing her hands of it. She notices a surge of energy, but it’s not tingling or the kind she gets from a coffee rush, it just feels…normal.* Well what do you know, I actually feel a lot more awake.

Stephen (curling his lip, impressed):  It seems my suspicions were correct.  You would have made an excellent sorceress in my universe.

Prettywitch: Really? Oh my God! That’s amazing! I always wanted magic powers and now I can! *She hugs him.* Thank you, Stephen!

*He’s surprised and a bit startled by the hug initially, but lets her hug him and gently pats her back.*

Stephen (soft, warm tone):  Happy to help.  Thank you for the energy.

Prettywitch: *smiles* No problem. You’re worth it. *Gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks off into the kitchen to get a snack.*

*The sorcerer turns slightly red and rubs the back of his head before going to check on Trix and me. I’m still half-asleep over my cup of coffee, holding it so I don’t lose track of it.*

Trix: Okay, so don’t be mad but I brought gifts. The others I’m currently working on but for you two, I have them done! *holds up incredibly large bag*

*I turn to try and face her, guessing where the sound is coming from.*

Stephen:  Trix, you didn’t have to.  *He’s humble.*

Trix: My love language is gifts and I made these to help! *pulls out two tie blankets where the different fabrics are tied together using cut strips around the edges* Dark red and blue for our resident sorcerer and dark blue and forest green for our commander in chief. Extra warm and fluffy! And I brought my zodiac sign and astrology one for myself while we enjoy the best movie of all time!

*I carefully reach out to grab the blanket and give a warm smile in what I hope is Trix’s direction.  Stephen accepts his gratefully.*

Me:  Thank you very much, Trix.  That was incredibly sweet of you.

Stephen:  It really was.  *He smiles at her.*  So, what movie are you talking about?  *He’s curious.*

Trix: *holds up the DVD of the original Blues Brothers movie* We’re about to be on a mission from god to put the band back together. *She’s grinning ear to ear* I grew up in Wisconsin but only about an hour away from Chicago so there’s a big fondness there for me. Plus the music is god tier and the comedy is amazing.

Stephen:  You’re kidding!  Your universe has the “Blues Brothers” too?  Who was in the cast?  I’ve got to see this now.  It was one of my favorite movies back in my universe.

Trix: John Belushi as Jake, Dan Ackroyd as Elwood, Carrie Fisher as Jake’s ex, and a whole hell of a lot of musicians like Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, Cab Calloway, Reverend James Brown, and more. Is that the same for you?

Stephen:  There are a few who seem to be universal constants for us.  Not everyone, but some of them.  Who’s Carrie Fisher?  There are a few others who are different too.  I’m curious to see how the songs and performances compare.

Trix: Carrie Fisher is best known as Princess Leia in Star Wars for us but she was a hell of a lady. Now we absolutely have to watch this!

Stephen:  “Star Wars”?  Never heard of it as a movie.  There WAS a series of interplanetary conflicts that our universe has documentation on, but no sci-fi or fantasy films made of it.

Trix: ….it will be a crime to not send you back to your universe without some of our greatest pop culture movies. Even if you don’t watch it here I am sending you home with CULTURE! …And only the original trilogy because you do not need to get into prequel and sequel movies. Basically, treat it like a sci-fi soap opera and it’s awesome.  Enough about my brother’s favorite series, we’re here to see the band get back together!

Stephen (intrigued):  All right.  Let’s see.  Anyone want to join us?

Me:  I love the music.  So, I’ll happily sit nearby and listen.

Prettywitch: I’m game. I haven’t seen Blues Brothers in forever.

Tear: Sure. I’ve actually never seen it before.

Stephen:  Okay, then.  Let’s put it on.  

*He lets us sit on the couch next to him.  After all that we’ve been through, it seems I no longer mind getting close and even enjoy letting my friends sit next to and/or lean on me.  Feeling the warmth of my new blanket and the closeness of my friends is very comforting.  I seem relaxed for once.*

Trix: Alrighty! Here we go! *puts disk in the dvd player and settles down in the cuddle pile with the remote and presses play*

*I can’t help but sing along softly to some of the songs.*

*Trix is trying not to quote too many of the lines out loud but is failing to do so.*

*The Cloak, though sluggish, affectionately tousles Trix’s hair.*

Trix: This is probably one of my favorite things ever. Just saying~ Favorite movie with great people!

*I’ve curled up, much like a large cat.*  

Me (from the depths of the pile):  Agreed.

*Stephen watches the movie, fascinated by the subtle differences between his universe’s version and our version.*

Trix: Fun fact, part of the car chase scene where the other car launches off the bridge and is suddenly falling thousands of feet: the bridge they launch from is actually filmed up in Milwaukee before cutting back to Chicago!

Stephen:  Huh.  For ours, it was shot in a soundstage and then the falling car was greenscreened in.  The effects weren’t as good in ours.

Trix: I’m pretty sure this movie held the highest record for cars crashed or destroyed. Almost all of it was practical effects.

Me:  Yep!  Trix is right.

Stephen:  That’s interesting.

Tear: Movies should go back to doing more practical effects for sure.

Me (dumb grin):  Amen to that.  *Making a stupid joke related to the “Mission from God” line.*

Tear: *I giggle at the joke and crawl my way out of the cuddle pile.* Anyway, thanks for the movie, Trix! I’ll go ahead and get started on some chores around the house.

Me:  Thanks, Tear.  Seriously.

Tear: No problem! You just worry about getting more rest. *I wave a warning finger at the others playfully.* You better keep her there a little longer or so help me Thor.

Trix: So what do you think of our version, Stephen?

Stephen (impressed):  The music is still excellent.  Though the casting in some parts threw me off a bit, it didn’t take anything major away from the movie.  Your universe’s special effects are beyond anything in mine.  Our movies and other entertainment tend to be a bit more…campy.

Trix: That honestly makes sense. We don’t have much going on with powers or magic here so it’s a case of creating things to make up for it!

Stephen:  I can see that.  So…Since your universe thought that mine was fictional, how were we portrayed?  *He’s morbidly curious.*

Trix: Honestly, you look just different enough to not be identical from the actor who portrays you. Otherwise, I would say that you are pretty similar to what we’ve seen except maybe a little less of an asshole and a lot more caring now *Teasing him good-naturedly* Also, Wong absolutely has a cult here because the man is awesome. As for everyone else, I wouldn’t know how they’re really like versus how they are at home. It seems like our versions of you are sort of pulled apart between comics and movies because the rights were distributed between different companies early on so the X-Men or Fantastic Four or others aren’t in the movies because they can’t be for now. It’s very complicated. Don’t even get me into the Mississippi River deal between theme parks because you guys show up in those too.

Stephen (taken aback slightly):  …That’s really…something.  

Me:  Heh.  There are documentaries all about this.

Stephen:  I should bring some documents, recordings, or other evidence of this back home.  The Defenders, Avengers, and others will be very curious about all of this.

Trix: I mean, you’re the expert in determining if things are spoilers or not. We may need to get illegal downloads of the streaming only things but we should be able to do it. As for comics, there’s like 60 years worth of stories in there and they reboot stories every so often.

Me:  You can borrow and take pics of our comic books if you want.  

Stephen:  Hmm.  Okay.  Though please don’t break the law on my behalf.  *He’s not necessarily a goody two shoes like Captain America, but he still doesn’t want us to get in any more trouble for his sake.  Stephen is becoming more protective of our little group.*

Trix: I mean, considering pirating media is often the only way people can archive content for historical purposes because media companies control almost everything in terms of things only being streamed and no physical copies being made, one could say we’re helping to conserve history!

*I smirk knowingly.*

Stephen:  …Just don’t get caught.

Trix: They almost never crack down on people unless they’re reuploading it online for a profit so we’ll be fine! There’s a whole bootleg market for media for the military overseas that the government pretends doesn’t exist. We’re good! *grins*

*I decide to peer out from my lair beneath my new blanket.  Stephen carefully checks my eyes.*

Stephen:  Stay put.  You need to put your eyedrops in again.  I’ll get them.  

*He gets up and has Trix help him unscrew the top before handing it to me.  I put them in.  Stephen gently dries my face.  I subtly lean into his touch as a silent “thank you”.*

Stephen (warmly):  You’re welcome.  Do you need anything else?

Me (tired, but grateful):  Not right now, dear.  I appreciate it, though.  Maybe go check on Tear?  It’s been a while since we’ve heard from her.  I’m just going to rest for a while.

Stephen:  Okay.  Call if you need anyone. 

*I nod, curling back up, and Stephen goes to find Tear, quietly retrieving a small plate from the fridge beforehand.  He looks for her.*

*After making sure we had food ready to prepare lunch with, Tear moves out to the garden to pick berries from the bushes I harvest almost daily. With the fright from the accident, we skipped a couple of days so new berries are ripe for the taking. She is playing her music on her phone, upbeat songs in all sorts of languages shuffling unpredictably. She sings along quietly to the ones she knows and shuffles goofily in little bursts of happy dances whenever the rhythm gets to her.*

*Stephen notices Tear in the yard and goes out to check on her.*

Stephen:  How are you doing, Tear?  Do you need any help?  

*He can’t help but smirk.  She had been singing and dancing a bit as she worked.  It’s cute and amusing to him.*  

Stephen (gentle teasing):  Nice moves.

Tear: Eeep! Stephen! *I squeak in slight surprise. With the music and the grass cushioning his footsteps, I never heard him approach. I grin widely at his teasing and rub the back of my head, trying to play off my embarrassment.* Can’t help it if the music makes it hard to sit still.

Stephen (amused):  Mhm.  *He looks awkward for a moment.*  I…Erm…Tried to make something last night out of one of Steward’s cookbooks.  I don’t know if it came out any good, but I wanted you to try it since you seem to really enjoy baking.  *He offers the plate with a small flan on it to her with a spoon.*  

Tear: *I immediately go starry-eyed at the sight of his sweet creation and leave the bowl of berries on the ground so I can approach him. I’m trying really hard not to squeal in sheer joy.* You made this? It looks so good!

Stephen (shrugging):  I just followed the instructions.  It was one of the easier recipes so I didn’t have to strain my hands too much. 

Tear: *I chuckle* You say that and still my sisters cannot make a flan to save their lives. Caramel is one of the toughest things to get right. I’m very impressed, Stephen!

Stephen:  Really?  Huh.  *He’s surprised.*  

Tear: Master of the Mystic and the Culinary Arts, who would have thought? *I carefully take the plate and dessert spoon before scooping a bite.* Have you tried it yet or did you ask me to be your guinea pig in case it’s poisoned? *I send him a teasing, squinty look.*

Stephen (blushing slightly from the compliment while giving her an amused smirk):  I tried a bit of one of the others in the fridge since the recipe made multiple servings.  It’s been a while since I’ve actually had flan.  So, I wasn’t entirely sure if it came out right.   

Tear: Well, there’s only one way to find out~ *I eat the spoonful and hum happily at the flavor.* Oh, that’s tasty alright! Not overly sweet, and your caramel didn’t burn. Is this really your first time making flan? The texture might need a little bit more work, but this is really great, Stephen! *I can’t help myself and happily munch on a second bite of the flan.*

Stephen:  Yeah.  I normally just order takeout.  Otherwise, Wong cooks most of the time.  Heh…Thanks.  So, how would I fix the texture?  

Tear: Hmm, if Wong discovers you can make stuff like this now, he’ll never let you go.

Stephen:  Damn.  Now he might put me on kitchen duty.  *He’s half-joking, but happy to have discovered a new hobby.*  

Tear: If that happens then you’ll be able to make him the perfect flan. *I cut another piece of the flan and poke it slightly with the spoon.* These bubbles here suggest the oven might have overheated while they were baking. Gas ovens are a little finicky though, so sometimes it’s just a matter of getting to know your oven well. *I pause as a thought springs to mind.* The oven in the Sanctum is not some sort of portal to a hell dimension or anything of the sort, right?

Stephen (sheepish):  …Erm…*He grins.*

Tear: *I gasp and weakly smack his arm.*  Stephen, no.  No feeding cakes to any demon babies.

*He chuckles guiltily.*

Stephen:  Well…It’s not *technically* a demon “baby”…Just a lesser fire spirit.

Tear: Right. That’s more acceptable, then.  *My amused grin dims slightly then as I look down at my half-eaten flan. I remember what Stephen said about making it late at night and can’t help but worry.*  I’m sorry you couldn’t rest well last night. You know we’re all here for you if you need anything. 

Stephen (gentle):  Don’t worry.  I’m used to it.  It just comes with my job.  I really do appreciate all of the help and support the group has given me.  So, it’s fine.  *He puts his hand on Tear’s shoulder comfortingly.*  

Tear: *I nod and send him a fond smile, letting the issue go. I resist the urge to hug him and instead motion with my head back toward the house.* Come on. Have the others tried your amazing flans yet? I want to go steal a second one before they’re all gone. Maybe Steward will have an idea for what to do with all of these new berries, too.

Stephen:  It does seem like she enjoys cooking and baking judging by all of the tools and books she has.  All right.  Let’s see if she’s awake.  

Tear: Yeah! We try to do little baking sessions together whenever work allows us to. 

Stephen:  That sounds nice.

*He walks with Tear back to the house, carrying the basket of berries.*

*I raise my head to “look” in their direction when I hear the back door open.*

Me:  So, guys, how are the crops doing?

Stephen:  They’re in good shape.  Tear picked a basket of blackberries and she was wondering what to do with all of them.

Me:  We could always try making some jam.  I think that would be nice.  

Tear: Sure! I can get started on it after a small break. *I walk over to perch on the armrest of the couch Steward is sitting on*

Stephen:  How are you feeling?

Me:  All right.  Can see blurry shadows moving around now.  Before, it was just whether or not it was light or dark.  

Stephen:  It’s something, at least.  

Me:  Is there anything I can do to help out?

Stephen:  You can wash the berries if you want.  I’ll guide you to the sink.

*I’m grateful to hear this.  I do appreciate all of the help from my friends, but I also still feel badly about not doing much since the accident.  So, I’m happy to help in any way that I can.  Stephen helps me get to the sink and I wash the blackberries, feeling around to make sure no leaves, stems, or bugs are on them.  While there, I chat a bit.*

Me:  So, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when you get back home?

Stephen:  Well, damage control would be a start.  I don’t know how trashed Greenwich Village got after Shuma-Gorath threw me here.  Wong will never let me hear the end of it.

Me:  Heh…I can imagine.  

Stephen:  Admittedly, I’m not sure if this will even work.  I have to keep trying, but in case this fails, I’m trying to figure out my next move.

Me:  I’m thinking about a plan B too.  Don’t worry.  Though I want to stay hopeful.  I know it looks bad, but at least we can still do a little something.

*Stephen shrugs.  Although I can’t see it, I can feel it instinctively.*

Me (light reprimand):  Stephen Vincent Strange, we’ve all worked hard to uncover and brainstorm all of these methods.  If you can get in here, then there has to be a way out.  Pessimism isn’t going to get you or anyone else anywhere and it never has.  Yes, it’s rough.  Yes, your abilities are fading.  However, for whatever weird reason, we’re starting to have magic and interdimensional monsters coming in here.  So, whatever this is, we’ll find a way to harness it and get you back home.  I don’t care if we have to start sacrificing goats on a blood moon.  Whatever this is, it WILL work out.  This, I promise you; I will not rest until we find the way.  *I look brave.*

Stephen (grateful):  You’ve got heart, Steward.  I’ll give you that.  *He smiles a bit.*  Heh…I notice that you and the others are music lovers too.  What’s with the microphone in the corner of the living room?

Me:  Oh, that.  It’s part of a karaoke machine.  You can try it if you want.

Stephen:  Trust me, you don’t want to.  I can’t sing to save the multiverse.

*I grin.*

Me:  Mhmm…C’mon.  Humor a blind woman~  *I tease him a bit.*

Stephen:  Really?  You’re playing THAT card?

Me (smirking):  I’m not above it.  

Stephen:  I’m sorry I asked…*He reluctantly sets up the machine.*

Me (to the group):  Hey, guys.  Wanna join us for karaoke?

Prettywitch: Yeah!!!! Let’s get shitfaced and sing!

Me:  Trix, Tear, are you in?

Trix: I’m in!

Tear: Yeah! I’m always up for karaoke nights.

Stephen:  Just don’t get too crazy, all right?  We all still have things to do tomorrow.

Me:  We’ll be careful, Doc.  *I smirk.*  Okay, guys.  The good stuff is in the fridge in the garage.  The mic and machine are in the corner.  Just hook it up to the tv.  I’ll be the sober one since being blind AND drunk is just asking for trouble.  *I curl my lip, amused.*

Prettywitch: Alright. You do that, I’m gonna go grab something. You got any Stella?

Me:  Yep.  Stella, some of the nicer imported beers, sake, a few bottles of wine, limoncello, and some various liquors for cocktails.

Prettywitch: *Gets sparkly-eyed* Yay! *Runs to the fridge and grabs a Stella*

Me:  Heh…Admittedly, I haven’t touched the absinthe in the back for a while.  Especially after last time.  Whoo…*I had underestimated how strong it was and got really loopy after a bit too much.  The group members remember it.  I kept laughing like an idiot at the smallest things while also wanting to fight everything.  The poor pillows and furniture never stood a chance.*

Trix: Good for you guys I’m a permanent DD and don’t drink.

Tear: Well…since I’m spending the night, I won’t say no to a few drinks. Takes a lot to actually get me sloshed though, so let’s see if you can keep up~ *I send a playful wink at Prettywitch as I follow her to the fridge in the garage*

Prettywitch: *chuckles* Nah, I get it. Lucky for you, I’m a fun/loopy drunk, so worse case scenario I’ll just do and say things I don’t have the courage to do when sober.

Stephen:  I’ll probably play it safe too.

Me:  It’s okay, Stephen.  Two of us will be keeping an eye on things.

Stephen:  I’m good for now.

*I give him a respectful nod in what I hope is his direction to indicate that I won’t pressure him.*

Trix: If anything, we can take video for ourselves while they drink so they have something to jog their memory later. *nudges Stephen jokingly*

*I get an evil grin at Trix’s words.*

Me (singsong):  Hellooo, blackmail!~

Stephen (curling his lip):  You two are a real piece of work, you know that?  *He’s teasing.*

Trix: Yeah, like a painting that could be shown at the Louvre *sticks out tongue at him*

*He shakes his head with a lopsided smile as he goes to set up the mic and machine.*

Tear: *I come back with Prettywitch, carrying plenty of bottles of all kinds and placing them on the kitchen counter.* Alright, I’m setting up a small cocktail station if anyone wants one later on. You’ll only get me full instead of tipsy if I only have beer, and by the Vishanti I’m too sober to embarrass myself singing in front of Stephen twice in the same day.

*Stephen looks at Tear, amused.*

Me:  Sounds awesome, Tear!  So, what song do we wanna try first?

Trix: We could do some songs individually then move onto duets?

Me:  Sounds good to me.  Everyone agree?

Tear: Eh, I’ll have a go at anything as long as I know the lyrics. Any language goes!

Me:  All righty!  Let’s do this!

Trix: So, quick question: what happens when Stephen finds songs that are different here than from home? I vote he sings his universe’s version.

Stephen:  I’ll follow along as best I can.  If it’s really different, I’ll go with my universe’s version.

Me:  Fair enough.  Who wants to go first?

Prettywitch: Oooooh!!! I’ll go first! *Runs up and takes the mic in hand.* Okay, how do you work this thing?

Me:  Just use the remote to flick through the songs and click one.  It can also work with YouTube.  So, if the song isn’t in the machine, it can play YouTube lyric videos too.

Tear: Neat! There’s nothing worse than a karaoke machine that only plays songs you don’t know.

Prettywitch: Oh, sweet! *Starts flipping through the songlist until she comes across “Me and Mrs. Jones” by Billy Paul* Perfect! *Starts singing.*

*When the song ends, we cheer Prettywitch on.*

Me:  Whoo!  Good one!

Tear: *I whistle loudly and clap with the others.*

Trix: *clapping wildly*

Prettywitch: Thank you! Thank you!

Me:  I’ll go next.  Someone put on “What a Feeling” by Irene Cara.  

*Stephen turns it on and I go, putting everything into it and having fun.*

Tear: Go Steward!

Trix: Woo!

Stephen:  You really go all in, huh?

Me (flopping back onto the couch a bit clumsily):  All in or not at all, hon.  *Grinning.*

Stephen:  So, who’s next?

Prettywitch: Why don’t you go next?

Stephen:  …On second thought, maybe I’ll have a beer first…Just a minute.

Tear: Eeyy, that’s the spirit! *I grin and lift my own glass toward him in a cheer*

*He goes to get a drink.*

Me:  So, got an idea of the song?

*Stephen downs half of his beer.*

Stephen:  “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd.

*He flips on the song and does his best.  His voice is deep and gravelly and he does well.  Definitely doesn’t have any training in singing, but he hits the notes.  A few of the lyrics are slightly different from his version.*

Me (cheering):  Go Stephen!~

Tear: Who said sorcerers couldn’t party? *I clap and cheer for him along everyone else*

Prettywitch: *Is squeeing and, being two Stellas in, tries to not giggle like a schoolgirl too much.*

Trix: Honestly, this is the greatest thing.

*Stephen is blushing hard this time, but seems to be enjoying himself.*

Stephen:  This doesn’t get out to Wong, got it?

Tear: *I hiss through my teeth and tease him with a big grin* Keeping secrets from the Sorcerer Supreme already? I don’t know, Stephen. Sounds like we might need one more song from you to be convinced.

*He groans.*  

Stephen:  I’ve just walked right into it, haven’t I?

Prettywitch: Pretty much.

Me:  I think the eyedrops are just artificial tears to help my eyes heal.  Can anyone check to see if they’re medicated and if alcohol interferes with them?  I’m not going to have much, nor get drunk.  Though I WOULD like some limoncello.

Prettywitch: I’ll do it. *Takes the drops and reads the instructions.* Looks like they’re medicated, doesn’t say anything about alcohol interference so you should be good.

Me:  Sweet.  I’ll just slowly nurse my drink throughout the evening to be safe.

Stephen:  I take it you’ve memorized the song lyrics, then?

Me:  Force of habit.  *I shrug.*

*He smirks as he pours me a shot of limoncello and puts it in my hand.*

Me:  Thanks.  So, Trix is next, I think.

Trix: *sings I Need a Hero from Shrek 2*

*We cheer for her when she finishes and pass the night having fun, singing together, and generally enjoying ourselves.  The replica Sling Ring should be fully made by tomorrow afternoon.*  

***To be continued***

[solarpunkani]

"But Ani, why do you think solarpunks should make worm bins?"

A lot of reasons! If you're wanting to start a garden, or if you already have a garden, a worm bin can be a great addition to get you compost (albeit not as large an amount of compost as a traditional compost pile but I digress). They're somewhat small, so they can be tucked into a corner of the garden or even in your house under the sink or in the garage. (I keep my bin outside but I digress). Even if you personally don't garden, if you have a friend who gardens, you could possibly trade worm castings for something else? Bartering and all. Yknow.

They're pretty low maintenance, in my experience--though I'll make clear, this is coming from a person who lives in Florida and keeps their bin outside, so when it comes to my experience your mileage may vary. I keep my bin in the shade by a tree, started off with about a pound of worms. Making it wasn't super complicated--mine is a big storage bin with holes drilled into the bottom and lid, with a layer or two of weedblock on the bottom. Filled it with torn up paper and dirt, released the worms, tossed in some food, and we were off to the races. Asides from adding that weed block layer and stacking it on top of like. 2 bricks. I haven't had to do any maintenance at all.

"But Ani don't you need a lot of food scraps to feed the worms" well that depends on what you consider a lot. But I'll say this. My home currently consists of me, my mom, and my dad (and my dog but she's not contributing food scraps to the worm bin). When I made the bin in 2020, my parents didn't think we'd make enough scraps to feed the worms. Now, in 2023, my dad worries we are feeding the worms too much. I suggested making a second bin to him, and he said 'huh. Maybe.' Whereas convincing him to let me make the first bin took months. You would be surprised at what all can go in a worm bin--especially if you aren't super picky about weeds and plant cuttings going in. In my experience, the only thing my worms don't like are grass clippings. Almost anything that isn't meat or already cooked can be worm bin food. Cleaning the fridge and found a vegetable you forgot existed for 3 months? Worm bin. Your neighbors left their Jack-O-Lanterns on the side of the road on November 1st for the trash pickup? Worm bin. Family came over to cook for Thanksgiving and you've got corn husks, potato peels, cabbage scraps, egg shells, and all kind of stuff headed for the trash? Grab a ziploc bag and give it to the worms later. Like to snack on fruits? Rinds, cores, peels--worm bin time. Bread went bad? Worm bin time. Clearing up the garden to start a new season? Worm bin. If you really wanted, or had the dedication and size, you could even get a few neighbors contributing to the worm bin (note: I don't have any neighbors contributing to my worm bin, but the kids next door do like to come to the backyard and look inside).

I'm not gonna pretend to be the healthiest eater on the planet--I'm more than willing to admit that I'm picky as hell. Even so, lately I've been finding myself trying to eat more fruits and veggies for the sake of feeding the worms the scraps. Potential health benefits of worm bin.

"Ani you mentioned making a second worm bin?" Yup! And the process would be easy! Just make a second bin, take a scoopful or two of worms from the first bin and add them into the second. Give them some food, and bam! Worms multiply fairly quickly, and will continue to eagerly reproduce according to how much food they're getting--large, consistent feedings means more worms, but even a handful can munch through a nice amount!

Now, you gotta keep in mind that earthworms are invasive in some areas--I know some parts of the US don't have native earthworms, so the ones that are brought over can do serious damage to forests there. If you're in those areas, either be extremely cautious with your worm bin or don't keep one.

Buuut I would like to encourage the Solarpunks to at least consider a worm bin. Let the wriggly guys into your heart.

PS: you don't gotta touch the worms with your hands at any point in the process. At most, I've held them with gloved hands, but usually I'm using either a hand shovel or a big shovel to dig into the bin.

PPS: if you keep your bin outside sometimes things will get inside. I've gotten small frogs, baby lizards, and occasionally roaches (which was mostly when I was putting pizza boxes in the bin, when I stopped doing that I stopped getting any/as many roaches in the bin). IDK about indoors though that's not my ballpark.

Dear Solarpunks

Consider making a worm bin.

Strong message to follow.

[softxsuki]

Hello there! Hope you're having a splendid day! If you feel like it, could you do headcanons or scenario, which ever you feel like, on Bakugou and an clingy s/o. Clingy s/o in the way that they like to aggressively cuddle, back hug and bear hug only. They don't like it when they have an arm around them or have a hand on their thigh (which is what I usually see in bakugou headcanons) because they're a go big or go home type of person. So basically the reader is like "we gotta be this weird tangle of human limbs or we are not touching at all" . Bonus points if the reader likes doing it in public and will not let go until bakugou accepts

Bakugou with an Overly Clingy S/O

Pairing: Bakugou x Gn!Reader

Warnings: like one mild cuss word (?)

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship AU

Post-Type: Headcanon

Word Count: 700

Summary: In which Bakugou struggles with his s/o who is overly clingy (low-key ain’t mad at it though because he loves you uwu.

[A/N: Hello <3. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to your request. Thank you so much for requesting it though, hopefully I did it justice lol. I chose headcanons because I’m just feeling lazy and horribly sleep deprived, but I hope this came out alright!]

Bakugou:

When I tell you he hates it at first--he absolutely hates it

It takes him a long time to get used to the fact that you’re a human sized koala and that’s just how it’s going to be

You’d show up at his place and instantly lunge at him, but he tries to dodge you, causing you to pout in disappointment

This makes him sigh heavily, he hates seeing you sad, it’s just that he enjoys his personal space sometimes, but he’ll hurriedly grab you into a bear hug

“Just for a few minutes alright?” he mumbles into your hair as his face turns a deep shade of crimson to match his eyes

Other times you’d be hanging out with him in the living room and he’d place his arm around you, trying to keep you in place as you practically try to crawl into his lap

“The movie would be way better if we watch it like this,” you say from his lap as you grab his hands and wrap them around your waist, leaning back into his chest

“Y/N, I can’t see a damn thing with you like this,” he’d grumbles, yet he finds his arms tightening around your waist, adjusting you a bit into a more comfortable position

“See, it’s not too bad right Suki,” you tease, rubbing your hands up and down his arms for comfort

“Shut up and watch the movie or I’ll throw you off my lap,” he grumbles, but you know he’s all talk and he’d never let go of you until you were ready to move away from him

Being out in public with you is probably Bakugou’s worst nightmare

He knows it’s coming--your pleading eyes as you stand behind him begging for a piggy-back ride

He tries to get away with just holding your hand, but you get upset and end up walking a-ways away in front of him with your arms crossed across your chest

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he’d say, trying to catch up to you as you’re now avoiding him like the plague

He grabs your arm to stop you in place and the crowd surrounding you both continues to move past you

“Am I embarrassing or something?” you ask him slowly, looking down at your feet

“You ain’t embarrassing, I’m just not used to being so touchy in public. I love you, and I love holding you, but mostly when it’s just you and me”

“I love you too,” you beam, jumping into his arms, now happy that he said he loves you without being encouraged to say it

He hugs you back briefly before once again trying to peel your arms from around his neck

“Alright, you can let go now”

“Nope, not until you give me that piggy-back ride,” you smile cheekily

This goes on for a while, until he finally gives in

You unwind your arms from around his neck and he turns around and bends slightly with his arms positioned to catch you, so you can climb onto his back.

“Get on already”

You don’t have to be told twice as you jump eagerly onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders

He jumps a bit to position you better and continues to walk in the direction you were both headed in

“Thank you honey,” you whisper into his ear, leaning in to leave a burning kiss onto his cheek

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re just lucky I’m in love with you. You won’t catch me doing this for anyone else,” he huffs, as his ears burn bright red

You smile in delight and cuddle your face into his neck for the rest of the walk

Truth be told, he really doesn’t mind the close contact, in fact he loves feeling the warmth of your skin against his own

He adores your bright smile as you practically weave your limbs through his own, content with your happiness in being as physically close to him as possible

But he has a reputation to uphold, so don’t expect him to ever give in to your touchiness so easily, especially in public

In private, though, he’d soon start initiating your long cuddles and extreme physical contact--he’s learning to love it too ;)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 9/22/2021

[33roda]

Zhongli X Dom!Reader <3

♡ teaching zhongli a little lesson...

♡ tags: humiliation, calling zhongli a slut, reader with cock/strap, cocksucking (reader receiving), choking, pegging, smartass li in the beginning

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"Hey Zhongli, you know how you've been struggling with mora these days?"

"Yes?"

"Well I've got the perfect job opportunity for you!"

Finally, a job! Zhongli'd been bothering half of Liyue with his lack of mora - asking for help paying for his meals, begging his neighbours for house appliances, bathing in public lakes just so he wouldn't pay water bills.. the list just went on and on. "What kind of job, if I may ask?" he leaned down to rest his arms on the table, looking at you with a soothing smile. He wasn't just gonna waltz into any job, no matter how broke he was.

"Ah, of course," you set down your cup of ginger tea, trying to shake away the bitter taste in your mouth. "Well, the Wanwen Bookhouse was looking for someone to take over for Jifang for a few days, so I recommended you!" knowing he'd take the job anyway, you didn't have to encourage him much - all it took was telling him he'd have to discuss mora with Jifang later, and he'd get the job almost immediately.

Days pass, with no negative news - only Zhongli telling you he'd "educated" the customers of the bookstore, nothing too out of the ordinary. However, when Jifang came back from her business trip, she sure had a lot to say about your recommended person. Apparently, he'd disrupt innocent customers just looking to buy books, and ramble to them about Liyue's history for hours and hours on end daily. You could already hear his rambles - How Liyue's been for the past 4,000 years, how it's grown, the wars it's been in and how they've affected it.. And boy, you were gonna teach him how to shut up.

You invited him over with the innocent guise of just having tea and chatting, but you definitely had other plans..

"So, Zhongli," you got up from your seat, walking all the way to the back of his chair. "The boss has been.. complaining," you leaned down to his ear, "apparently, you were disturbing her customers, is that right?"

Feeling his breath hitch at the closeness, he cleared his throat to regain his indifferent attitude. "Disturbing? I was simply educating them. I don't see howggwhh-" he got cut off by you squeezing his cheeks together, slurring his words. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned his head back to look at you from behind, and oh man did you look mad.

"Educating them? is that what you call embarrassing me in front of Jifang and her customers?" you shook his face left and right with your grasp on his cheeks, just strong enough to stop him from talking. "I guess we'll need to teach you how to shut up, 'li." you let go of his cheeks, leaving him to catch his breath. "Strip, Zhongli."

"You're.. gonna make me strip because I didn't do well? Is that how society works nowadays?" closing his eyes and letting out a little 'hm', he still got up anyway, no signs of complaint in his body language - if that wasn't evident enough in how he immediately started taking off his coat, still dressed in who knows how many layers. You moved over to sit in his place - you weren't just gonna let this go. You had to enjoy every minute of watching him, going from his vest, to his shirt and tie, and to finally, his bare chest. He was honestly just ripped, and you were gonna make good use of his defined chest - maybe later, though.

Stopping him when he got to unbuckling his belt, you got up, zipping through the house to lead him to your bedroom, probably knocking a few things over in the hall, but that didn't matter - you didn't want this to go slow, you needed to teach him a lesson, and quick. "On your knees, 'li," you shoved him down with your hands, finding it just adorable how he didn't complain - only bit his lip to hold back any smartass remarks. "Aw, is the humiliation getting to you already, pretty boy?" seating yourself on the edge of the bed, you stroked his cheek as gently as you could, before unbuckling your own pants to show him your cock. "You know what you're gonna do, right baby? Gonna choke you on my cock till you can't talk anymore," he gave you little nods, staring at the length in your hand. Even though he wouldn't show it, he couldn't wait to have you in his mouth - and you wasted no time doing that as you guided him to your cock, his mouth eagerly engulfing your tip and tongue licking all over. Bobbing his head, he took as much as he could, humming against you, but that won't do. You needed him to choke on you. Grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth, you finally heard that pretty gagging sound from his throat, further exciting you to fuck into his cute little face. His warm saliva dribbling everywhere on you and his lips, leaking all the way down to his chest.. the sight almost made you swoon.

Finally pulling him off you, you almost felt bad looking at his pretty face splotched with blush and tears, lips open red and wide with saliva covering the entire bottom half of his face, but Gods, was it hot. "You lubed it up so well, sugar," you said, sounding almost impressed, "guess you're really sorry, hm?" you kicked off your pants completely, ignoring the wet patch near the crotch from his drool. "Don't worry dear, we're almost done with our lesson~ take your pants off for me, will you?"

He wasted no time taking off his pants, laying down on the bed and spreading his toned legs to show you his sweet hole, his stomach muscles contracted and head laying to the side, his hair laid messily next to him. You almost wished you'd kept his pants on and made him cum all over them - just to keep it as a reminder, but you had to take him. "Good boy, learning so much already," you teased the tip of your cock against his hole, "you almost look excited. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" his response being a gasp as he felt you enter him. Why not have a little more fun with it? "Show me how sorry you really are, 'li," you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you.

"I-I apologi-mmmhhh," he bit his lip, letting out a low groan as he squeezed his eyes shut. You just kept pushing into him, sure he could take all of you, his hole almost like it was made for you - until the base of your cock reached his ass. "I apologizeEee, Y/N -ah," sliding out, you made sure to make him tremble on his words - it was just fucking adorable.

Building up your speed, he could barely manage to let out anything more than moans and little 'sorry's, overshadowed by the sound of you thrusting into his ass, making filthy smacking sounds. "I can't hear you over the sound of your ass, baby," you said between gasps, "Say it louder, you fucking slut."

It was dirty of you - teasing him like that knowing you found his spot. "imsorryimsorryimsoryAHHHMMF" was just music to your ears, slamming into the same spot over and over, eventually making him unable to let out a single word without having a moan in between - not like you cared anymore. You wanted to make him cum untouched, humiliate him just like he embarrassed you.

Twitching under you, he frantically grabbed onto the bedsheets. "I-I'm gon-" - and he spurt out his load, letting out such beautiful guttural moans, you would've recorded them if you could. It was impressive how much there was, honestly. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh before slowly sliding out of him and smacking his ass, admiring his ass and chest blushing red. Catching his breath, he looked down at you, lips parted as if to say something - but he couldn't.

You put your thumb to his lips. "You talk too much, Zhongli," you laughed. "Has no one ever taught you to shut that pretty mouth of yours?"

wc: 1.4k . not proofread

[starks-hero]

Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

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𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹 || dark!alex kerner x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ◦ alex has been waiting so long for you to figure out he's the guy you should be with, but you just see him as your best friend. he's tired of being a virgin, and he's tired of hoping that someday you'll wake up and realise you're meant to be together— if he can't wake you up, at least he can put you to sleep.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ◦ 6.7k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ◦ smut (noncon, somnophilia, creampie), drugging, obsession, "nice guy"/incel vibes, a bit of possessiveness, very slight degradation, male virginity loss, overall just alex being super unsettling and awful lmao

“I’m gonna run to the washroom, watch my drink?” you requested casually. Alex nodded quickly, heart starting to beat a bit faster as he watched you weave your way through the crowded bar, leaning back a bit to make sure you were out of sight for good.

He took a few glances back and forth at the people around to make sure no eyes were on him, leaning in closer to the bar to try to conceal what he was doing— reaching into his inner jacket pocket and fishing for what he’d bought just a few days ago, waiting for this moment. He was absolutely terrified that someone would catch him— that you would catch him— but he was willing to risk it in exchange for such an incredible reward.

After struggling for a second due to his hands shaking slightly, he found the plastic baggie and discreetly slipped it out, not even looking at it as he opened it close to his chest; he figured if he stared straight ahead it would be less suspicious.

He managed to get the bag open and lean forward just enough to dump the contents into your drink as it rested on the bar, looking around absent-mindedly to remain nonchalant— except that when he leaned back to see if the powder had dissolved easily, he found that he’d missed the glass entirely and dumped the light blue substance right onto the bar.

“Scheiße!” he frantically cursed under his breath as he whipped his head around to make sure no one had seen, trying to decide how to recover from this. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the glass and held it up to the edge of the bar, brushing the powder with his hand across the smooth surface and right over the slope into your drink; it hit the alcohol and started to dissolve quickly as he used his finger to push in the excess on the wooden bar before brushing the rest away with his jacket sleeve. He held the glass up to his face to look at the liquid closely, still seeing some remnants of the powder and trying to swirl the drink a bit to encourage it to fade away: if you saw something by the time you got back, he’d have to start all over again.

“When I said ‘watch my drink,’ I didn’t mean it that literally,” you giggled, and he jumped, not having realized you had returned. Considering your casual attitude and your hands eagerly reaching for the glass, you must not have seen anything leading up to this moment— and thank heavens for that.

He watched a little too intently as you took the drink from his hand and took a sip, waiting to see if you had any reaction, but you set it down without saying anything. “Thanks,” you broke the silence after swallowing, “god knows this place is probably full of creeps.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” he agreed awkwardly. There was one benefit to being so deep in the friendzone: you trusted him. Right now, that and some pharmaceutical support were all he had going for him.

He wrung his hands nervously as he hoped that the second would come through for him. The guy he bought this stuff from said it was guaranteed to work, but Alex didn’t necessarily trust the word of a drug dealer selling daterape drugs. Not that he thought the label of “daterape” was very fair— if he could get you on a date, he wouldn’t have to do stuff like this in the first place! But after years of being your best friend, your partner in crime, your confidante, and the constant shoulder to cry on while a carousel of abusive assholes treated you like shit and kicked you to the curb, you still didn’t get the fucking picture. So no, this wasn’t a date; it was just two friends getting drinks, and one friend finally getting what he deserved from the other.

He took a swig of his own drink to try to calm his nerves; nursing the neck of a bottle of beer made him realize he got lucky that you ordered something served in a glass, since getting powder down a bottle would’ve been a pain.

Quickly the conversation returned to the mundane: your latest break-up, his week at work, your favorite bands, his favorite movies. He really did enjoy being your friend, all things considered, he just needed more. And as the night continued without much sign of the pill kicking in— even as you finished your drink— he worried he wouldn't get it.

But then, finally, he noticed the subtle signs: you were blinking a bit more often, and for longer. You seemed to be breathing a bit slower, staring off into space. "Hey, you with me?" he prompted, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention. "Sorry, my story was boring—"

"No, it's not that, I'm sorry," you shook your head.

"Then what's up?" he asked, adding faux concern to his tone.

“I just…" you sighed and started over again. "Let’s head out soon, I’m getting ready to turn in,” you decided.

“It’s only ten!” Alex pointed out with a laugh.

“Fuck, really? I thought it was later,” you frowned.

“Who knew you were such a lightweight?” he teased, pushing you on the shoulder and getting a playful shove back— but he could feel that you were a little weak, and he saw you almost falter in your balance. “Hey, you don’t look so good, let’s go outside for some fresh air.”

You nodded and took his hand, letting him guide you through the crowd and out the back door.

The overwhelming noise that had been present inside was muffled in the damp alleyway, just the distant roar of a thousand conversations and the heavy bass of the music left now. He watched you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. "You good?" he prompted.

"Yeah," you decided, but your voice sounded a little heavy. "Let's walk to the train station…"

He nodded and walked beside you, but you hardly made it a few steps before losing your balance. “Woah!” he laughed as you stumbled, thankfully catching you just in time, and tried not to get too caught up in how amazing it felt to hold you in his arms. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink…”

“Alex,” you mumbled as you started to go limp, clearly fighting to keep your eyes open (and losing).

“I’m gonna take you home, okay?” he offered as you started to fade out.

He kept that promise; he just took you to his home instead of your own.

It was a bit of a struggle to drag an unconscious body back to his apartment without arousing suspicion, but thankfully it was only a couple blocks and with his your arm slung over his shoulders it was pretty easy for any passersby (of which there were very few at this hour) to assume it was just a chivalrous boyfriend helping his date after one too many drinks.

The hardest part was actually getting his keys and unlocking his door without dropping you. Once you were both inside, though, he grunted slightly as he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and looking down at you as he caught his breath.

He was embarrassingly eager; he was already rock hard just from seeing you like this, laying on his bed. It’s not that he got off on you being passed out, but from the feeling that he could do whatever he wanted to you— and the knowledge that he was going to.

Finally, after all this time of being just your friend, he would get what he’d been dreaming of from the beginning.

He was slow and patient, for once, as he sat down beside you on the bed, trailing his fingers over your face, brushing your hair out of the way tenderly. You looked so beautiful this way, peaceful in a way he was almost jealous of; he closed his eyes as he leaned down and kissed you softly, moving his lips even though yours were slack and still.

Past the taste of alcohol, there was something distinctly unique to you, and he took in a deep breath as he sought more of it, adjusting himself until he was on top of you... just having you beneath him was such a rush.

He licked over your lips, even nibbled on them before holding your jaw so he could open your mouth wider and taste inside of it. “Baby,” he whispered to you, heart swelling at the chance to finally call you something that friends don’t call each other— only lovers. “Baby,” he said again, mumbled into the kiss, “you’re so beautiful…”

He precariously balanced on one arm while using the other to feel all over your body through your clothes— and even under them, for a moment, as his hand awkwardly snaked up your shirt and squeezed your tits through your bra.

Suddenly he pulled back with a new desperation, sitting up and breaking the kiss as he started to undress you. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he cooed at you quietly, starting to lift your shirt to expose a bit of your hips and stomach.

It was pretty difficult to push your shirt up, since your weight was holding the back of it down, and so he had to awkwardly lift your limp upper body to finally pull the fabric aside before he laid you back down and carefully— gently, with reverence— exposed your bra which itself he pulled down with much less care.

“Oh, god,” he groaned as he got an eyeful, and then a handful, of your tits. “Fuck, wanted to touch you for so long…”

You were so warm, in fact you were hot to the touch, and he hoped his hands weren’t too cold for you… but then again, you couldn’t feel any of it, could you? Did you even care?

For cold hands or not, your nipples started to get harder and he smiled to himself. “You’re sensitive here, just like I imagined. I’m gonna suck on them,” he promised as he started to lean down, pushing them together a bit to make them easier to reach. With a hum he wrapped his lips around one bud and closed his eyes, swirling his tongue and moaning at the taste of your skin. Already his hips were rocking forward into the air just a bit, his cock throbbing and eager to be inside you. But he couldn’t stop doing this to deal with that, couldn’t stop suckling on your perfect tits, going back and forth and massaging them both as he let his tongue explore you.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned against your skin, “you’ve got such perfect tits… you like being sucked here, don’t you? I bet your pussy’s getting so wet.”

As his cock flexed in his pants again, he found the strength to let go so he could move on to better things.

“Let’s find out,” he decided as he sat up and moved down your body to start opening your jeans.

If he thought your shirt was awkward to remove, your jeans were a whole other story; he had to fiddle with the button and fly for quite a while since his hands were starting to shake from the adrenaline rush of it all, and then it took several hard yanks to get the tight denim down your legs. He considered just getting them down enough to do his business and be on with it, but decided it would be better to see all of you— and so he stood up off the bed for a moment, though it felt a bit awkward physically with his cock doing its best try to bust right out of his trousers, and pulled the jeans off over your feet which he also relieved of their socks.

“Aw, you even have pretty feet,” he cooed as he cradled one in his hand briefly before climbing back up over you— after all he’d seen them before when you wore sandals and while he’d always found it a bit titillating when you wore them with your toenails painted in bright colours, they were absolutely nowhere near the main event tonight.

His hands ran over your legs, admiring the smoothness of your skin as he carefully held and lifted each one, moving them out further to spread your legs. Again, they were heavier than he expected as dead weight, and the softness of the bed meant that they sort of rolled back a bit so he had to move them more than he expected at first, but it was worth it to have you spread out beneath him like this with only your panties and rolled up shirt to cover you.

“I can just… pull these aside…” he mumbled as he hooked a finger into the fabric of your panties, revealing your cunt— and god, just the sight of it nearly pushed him over the edge right then and there. What a waste it would’ve been to come this far and just end up coming in his pants at the sight of you, so it was a good thing he held it off just barely. “Mein Gott, you have such a beautiful pussy,” he sighed. “It smells good�� I wanna taste it. I’ve never tasted a pussy before…”

Carefully, he leaned in and gave an experimental lick to your folds, moaning softly at the taste. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he liked it more than he thought he would, going in again to get a more thorough taste. That said, as soon as he started to push his tongue into you, he knew he needed to feel inside you with something much more capable of appreciating every detail of you. He breathed heavily as he quickly brought his fingers up to your entrance, pushing in one but adding a second right away once he felt the warm perfection of your channel. This he’d done before— fingering, that is— and it had been rather lackluster so he hadn’t realised how much he would enjoy it when it was you; you were so much warmer, and wetter, and tighter… his fingers curled slightly to press against your walls, his attempt to feel every detail of your body, and he moaned as he sucked on your clit while he pumped his fingers.

One more flex of his cock against the confines of his trousers made one thing very clear: now, or never.

“Fuck,” he groaned beneath his breath as he sat up quickly, pulling his fingers out of you to use two hands to fumble over his belt and jeans, “need to be inside you— m’gonna fuck you baby, you want it? Yeah, you wanna be fucked, don’t you?”

You were, of course, still and silent… but your pussy was wet, you obviously wanted him.

He shouldn’t have rushed it quite so much but the moment he pulled his cock out, he found himself leaning forward and hovering over you again, swiping the head through your folds to coat himself in your wetness. As soon as he felt your entrance, he pushed all the way inside.

“Fuck!” he moaned loudly at the overwhelming feeling of you— so hot he thought he might burn up and he wouldn’t even mind it— already bucking his hips as he thrusted quickly. Lost in the feeling, he threw his head back for a moment and blindly searched with his hand until he found a breast to grab onto. “Oh my god, you feel so good, baby…”

He didn’t have much freedom to move his legs since he’d only pushed his pants down just enough to get inside you, but he found a way to make it work anyways, just from pure desperation. After a moment, he looked down at your sleeping face, tossing around slightly as his thrusts rocked your unconscious body, and you looked so angelic that he just had to lean down to kiss you again. So he did, and he did so hungrily, passionately, moans echoing into your mouth, as he already felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Taking me so good,” he praised roughly, “feels like you were made for me… you’re fucking tight, too, how am I supposed to pull out when you’re this tight? Oh fuck, I have to come inside you— I can’t pull out, you feel too good, and you’re not awake to yell at me anyways…”

Truth be told, he had no plan for when you woke up tomorrow, sore and leaking his come. He’d never thought that far ahead, not even when he was buying the sedative for your drink. All he could think about was this moment, this exact place that he knew he was meant to be: inside you.

“Gonna fill you with it,” he promised with a grunt as he kissed his way across your cheek to the crook of your neck where he buried his face as he thrusted faster. “O-oh god, I’m close, I’m so fucking close, just— just like that, baby— fuck!”

He may have caught a little glimpse of heaven as he came inside you, each pulse of his orgasm running straight down to the base of his cock and making his balls tighten so hard that it would’ve probably been painful were it not for the euphoria superseding everything. He gave you a few more weak thrusts, not pulling out very far since he couldn’t manage being anything but buried completely inside you, before the waves subsided and he collapsed on top of you.

“You’re so amazing, baby, Mein Gott,” he breathed as he kissed all over your face, “look how fast you made me come, you’re fucking perfect.”

He let himself rest for a little while, content to just stay inside you for as long as he could stand it, before sitting back up again and very carefully pulling himself out of you.

That first one only took the edge off; now that he was thinking somewhat clearly again, he could take the time to do this right— he carefully pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them aside along with your shirt and bra once he’d figured out how to get them off somehow.

He really savored you this time: kissed you all over, talked softly to you about everything he couldn’t wait to do to your pliant body, ran his hands over anywhere he could reach. He even played with your clit, watching the way it made your walls flex which pushed a bit of his come out every time. “I love the way your pussy looks, baby, it’s so fucking sexy,” he grinned. “And you know what? I think it looks even better with my come leaking out of it. You want more? I can give you more, baby, I have so much left to give— I’m gonna use you until my balls are empty and all my come is inside you. We’ve got all night, after all.”

He stripped himself as well, wanting to feel your skin against his this time, and stroked himself for a moment as he stared down at your body, laying there at his disposal. He couldn’t even count how many times he had jerked off imagining being with you, and now his dreams were coming true, if maybe not exactly the way he would’ve predicted.

On his knees between your spread legs, he lifted your hips up and propped you up just how he wanted you before pushing inside, groaning instantly not only from your warmth but also because of the way his own come eased his path and left you dripping wet. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, placing one hand beside your head so he could hover over you while the other squeezed your hips tightly.

But now that he’d already come before, he had some real stamina to work with and that gave him time to move you into a new position— just for fun, he turned you onto your stomach and fucked you from behind for a while. He was definitely a breast man all things considered, but he was absolutely not one to let a great ass go to waste; he loved watching yours ripple each time he slammed into you, pushing your back down to force it to arch a bit.

“You probably like taking it from behind, don’t you? Is this how you liked to get fucked?” he taunted with a groan. “Yeah, I think you like it— I think you’re a bit of a slut, hm?”

He took your absence of response as a yes, squeezing handfuls of your ass before spanking you a few times for good measure.

After that, he pushed your legs up to your shoulders, groaning in awe of such a lovely view of your pussy and face at the same time. This time when he pushed his cock into you, he felt himself hit the very end of your body— he moaned as he realized his cock was using all of you, really claiming you as his own. He needed to come this deep in you, he needed it like he had never needed anything before.

Soon enough it ended up with your legs draped over his shoulders and his hands roughly grabbing at your tits, and that transitioned naturally into him slipping his arms under your back and holding you tight as he fucked you fast, rough, needy— animalistic, near the end.

He let his mind run wild with some insane idea of what it might be like if you were awake: in his fantasy you were begging him for more, moaning about how he was the best you ever had, digging your nails into his back as he brought you to ecstasy with only his cock. You seemed like the type to cry with joy when you came really hard, at least that’s what he’d imagined before, and so he thought he might kiss your tears away while he spoke his little praises to you, hearing your sounds of pleasure right against his ear.

Suddenly he pressed his lips to yours again, almost wishing you could kiss him back properly but appreciating that this was the best he could do for now— and it still did plenty for him, making his cock start to flex inside you as his second orgasm drew closer.

“You’ll make me come, baby— you’re so good, I’m gonna come in you again,” he whispered against your lips. “Oh, Liebling, you’re going to be so full of my come, do you think you can take it all? Can you take everything, baby?”

It was different from the first one: in some ways more intense, kind of building on the last, and in some ways more subdued as he knew a bit more of what to expect by now. But it was no less incredible, and he moaned loudly into his unrequited kiss as he filled you once again.

Once the most intense pangs of sensation had faded, once the ringing in his ears had stopped, and once he’d (mostly) caught his breath, he sat up slowly and looked down at where your bodies were joined. It had, understandably, made a bit of a mess to come inside you twice in a row— he hopped up from the beg on slightly-wobbly legs to retrieve a damp cloth, cleaning his cock first before giving your pussy at least a cursory, exterior wipe down like any gentleman would.

He knew there was no real point in getting you fully cleaned up since he’d be back to use you again soon enough. But that was a ways out from now since he definitely needed a while to recover.

With a parting kiss to your forehead and a brief search for his boxers, Alex left the bedroom to forage the kitchen for something to restore some energy. He settled on a coffee (there was still plenty of night left that he would definitely prefer to be awake for), an apple, and some orange-chocolate biscuits, which he enjoyed while he turned on the TV and watched whatever was left before the end of broadcast.

Of course, with nothing interesting to watch, he found himself not really paying much attention as his mind wandered to other things. Most of all, for the first time he considered his plan for after the pill wore off and you had questions. The most thorough solution would be to give you a bath to get his fingerprints off of your skin and his come out of you, then to redress you in your clothes from the bar and simply say that you passed out and he gave you the bed while he slept on the couch.

Another option, though more dangerous, might be a bit more fun: he could leave at least some of his come inside you before he redressed you, just to know he’d left a bit of himself behind.

And, of course, there was always his last resort, perhaps the most obvious but highest risk solution. He could admit that something had happened, but try to convince you that it was of your doing, a drunken initiation that you simply couldn’t remember. But even then, it would all depend on what you remembered of the moments at the bar before blacking out; and considering the thorough beating your pussy had been receiving so far tonight and would continue to be receiving, the odds were probably pretty low that he could convince your hungover self in the morning that nothing had happened. Not that Alex would know, but he had a pretty good feeling that a sore vagina is not a common side effect of a hangover for women.

His cock started to stir as he imagined the absolute best case scenario when you woke up in the morning.

Alex, what happened last night? Did we have sex?

Yes, baby, and it was amazing, I just wish you could remember it.

Oh, Alex, I’ve been waiting so long for you to just man up and take me— you’re all I ever wanted.

I know, baby, but I’m sorry I had to go about it that way, giving you that pill in your drink. I just had to be sure you wouldn’t say no to me, I couldn’t take it if you did.

I’d never say no to you, Alex, and I never, ever will. I wouldn’t even know how, not after last night— I know that we’re meant to be together now. You shouldn’t apologize for drugging me either, I should be thanking you. We can finally be together, I can finally be all yours… come here and make love to me again, I promise I’m going to remember it this time— I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.

And to make up for such a one-sided night of passion before, he decided that this time you’d be loud and proud, even bordering on dominant by riding him with reckless abandon— bouncing happily on his cock and bringing yourself pleasure like you’ve never known before. But, of course, you’d both be well aware who was really in charge, who you really belonged to.

Alex, I’m yours— my body is yours, my heart is yours, everything, it’s all yours… I swear, nobody’s ever made me feel like you do, you can have me whenever you want me— use me, Alex, I love you, I love you!

Fuck, he was hard again. Way harder than he had any right to be considering how he’d spent the night so far. He could even just barely see a little stain of precum on his boxers by the tip of his cock, hard to make out with only the dim, blue-ish glow of the TV to see by.

But thankfully, while you were here, no boner would go to waste— he stood up and stretched away the soreness that had settled in from sitting on the couch for a while, before walking to his bedroom and cracking the door open. You were laying there, exactly as he’d left you, and even though it was no surprise at all he still smiled to himself proudly.

“Hey baby,” he grinned as he slipped off his boxers and hopped onto the bed beside your motionless body, “you’ve been waiting for me, huh?”

He ran his fingers down your stomach, over your thighs, then came back up to start to touch your pussy. He still couldn’t believe how soft and silky it was, you were just too good to be true— and here you were, spread out on his bed for him to use as much as he liked, his best friend turned into his own personal sex doll.

The only shame was that the drug would wear off eventually, and he couldn’t just use you this way forever. It was only one night, at least until he found a way to do it again, and he needed to make the most of it.

So, not looking to waste any more time, he climbed up on top of you and rubbed his cock over your pussy— wet and spread out on display for him, though even wetter after he took a moment to pull back and spit on it— while his mouth laved at your hardening nipples. Honestly, he could probably come just from this, just from rubbing himself on you and sucking on your tits, but why do that when he could fuck you again?

He held your legs apart for himself as he pushed inside, purring as he felt your swollen channel struggle slightly to accommodate him. “Aw, it’s not too big for you, is it baby?” he taunted you with a smirk. “You can take it all, right? Yeah you can, that’s my good girl…”

He fucked you a little faster right away, focusing his hands and mouth on your breasts for a while and wondering if he might find the self-discipline to pull out and come on your tits this time. Probably not, but it was fun to imagine. He always thought your tits just deserved to be covered in his come, though, ever since you wore that one dress that showed them off just a little too much and it made him too horny to even really be jealous that you were putting yourself on display like that.

You dressed a little too provocatively, all things considered; he never got his head around on how all these controlling douchebag boyfriends of yours let you leave the house like that. If you were his girlfriend, he’d treat you loads better than any of them did, but one thing he’d be sure of is to dress you up in baggy sweatshirts as much as he could get away with. No more of those tops with the straps as thin as a noodle and the jeans so tight that every guy who walked by was obviously staring at you. A body as lovely as yours would need to stay Alex’s-eyes-only, if you two were ever going to end up together. But obviously, tonight proved that Alex was more confident than ever that that could never really happen. It was nice to play pretend for the night, though.

“You’re taking it so good, baby, look at you,” he groaned as he sat up a bit to get a glimpse of your cunt stretched wide around his cock. “Can you believe it fits? I can, I know you were made to take it— ‘cause you’re my girl, huh? All mine…”

For all intents and purposes, he was talking to himself; but as stupid as it was, it worked.

“Yeah, you’re all mine,” he continued, fucking you faster, “this pussy belongs to me, all my come inside it makes that pretty fucking clear, don’t you think? Such a beautiful little pussy and it’s all mine.”

Overcome by it all, he leaned down to rest his head beside yours while he fucked you, feeling a thin layer of sweat gather around most of his body from the exertion of fucking you as hard as he was.

“You’re never gonna let anybody else touch you,” he demanded against your shoulder, “‘cause you’re mine, baby, and nobody else is ever gonna fuck you… just me, you’re gonna be mine, Liebling.”

He heard you let out a little sigh and at first it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced— the closest he’d ever gotten to hearing you moan for him— but then he pulled back and saw your eyes blinking open and staring straight up at him…

And suddenly it was the most terrifying thing he’d ever experienced.

A rush of adrenaline— much less enjoyable than before— shot through him and left him petrified as he stared back at you.

“...A-Alex?” you croaked out weakly. “What’s happening?”

Even in his state of terror, he was moving on pure instinct: and his instinct was to keep fucking you. He couldn’t stop, not even staring you down like this, not even moments away from facing the very terrible consequences of his very terrible actions. “You’re dreaming,” he blurted out suddenly, suppressing a moan as he felt you squirm a bit beneath him— it made you even tighter when you struggled. “This is just a dream…”

You reached up, a pathetically weak attempt to push him away, and he quickly pinned your arms down beside your head.

“You’re just dreaming, baby,” he repeated in a groan, “a really, really amazing dream.”

You whimpered a bit but didn’t say anything else, eyes falling shut again; he carefully leaned down to press his face into your neck, kissing along your pulse and up to your ear.

“You’ve dreamed about this before, haven’t you?” he whispered to you softly. “You’ve dreamed about how good it would be if you let your best friend fuck you. And it feels good, doesn’t it? I dreamed about this too. For as long as I knew you.”

When he looked up at your eyes again, they were still shut, and your breathing started to slow down again. He couldn’t say for sure that you were asleep quite in the same way you had been before, but you weren’t awake the way you’d been before, either.

The safest option, of course, would be to stop now— but he was too close to coming a third time and he just couldn’t bring himself to stop moving when the slick friction was just so fucking good.

He tried not to be too rough so he wouldn’t jostle you awake, and even just that took all that was left of his willpower; it wasn’t all too much later that he came inside you one last time, whispering to you about how this might be the last time, but that he hopes you enjoyed your strange little dream about making love with your best friend.

Truth be told, he didn’t mean to fall asleep in the manner that he did— that being on top of you— but the coffee did little to keep him up compared to the sedative of three orgasms and your perfect pussy keeping him warm all night…

By the time he woke up, though, you two had migrated apart slightly, though you were still tangled up in his arms with your head on his chest.

Smiling down at you, he let himself run his fingers lightly over your back, over your arm draped on his chest, before he felt you start to stir with the sunlight in the window shining on your face.

You hummed a little, starting to move, but he thought he might’ve caught the moment you realised you were laying next to someone— and you looked up at him with those pretty eyes all confused. “Alex?” you groaned.

“Morning,” he greeted, trying to mimic the hungover exhaustion that tinted your voice.

“Oh Christ are we—” you choked, glancing down at his bare chest. “I think we’re naked.”

“That… seems to be the case, yes,” he agreed awkwardly.

“Did we…?” you prompted, looking up at him in a way that made it painfully ambiguous what answer you might prefer.

“I don’t know, we were both pretty wasted,” he offered, banking on you not remembering him being much more composed than you when you passed out. “What do you remember last?”

“Um, the bar…” you trailed off. “And we were walking outside…”

“Yeah, that’s kind of where my memory cuts off, too,” he bluffed with a nervous chuckle.

He saw your eyes get wide for a second before they darted away, and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh… oh shit,” you choked as you sat up suddenly, trying to cover yourself as you searched near the bed for your discarded clothes.

“What? What’s going on?” he asked quickly.

“I, uh, remember one other thing,” you explained pointedly, finally finding your panties and slipping them back on under the covers.

“Well, what is it?” he asked, but you ignored him as you searched for your bra. “Hey,” he barked, grabbing your shoulder as he sat up, and finally you faced him again, “what do you remember?”

“Well,” you sighed, “I, uh… I think I can say with complete confidence that we fucked last night.”

“Wait, what? Are you sure?” he pressed, sitting up a little straighter.

“I… remember,” you explained, “just a little bit.”

He just prayed that you didn’t remember that little bit where he drugged you. “Well, what happened?”

“I don’t know, okay? I just remember you on top of me and—”

“And?”

You swallowed thickly, and he had to hide a smirk when he realized what the rest of your sentence was. And it felt good.

“I should go…” you mumbled awkwardly, and he reached out to grab your arm.

“Wait, please,” he begged, and you looked back at him with watery eyes. “Look, I’m not sure what happened last night, but maybe it wasn’t a mistake— I mean, how can we be sure if we don’t give it a shot?”

You tilted your mouth a bit as you considered it.

“I mean, they say alcohol takes away your inhibitions, not that it gives you new ideas, right?” he added. “So we both got way too drunk and… if this is where we ended up, then maybe this is what we both really wanted all along.”

He scooted a bit closer to you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed as you leaned into his chest, relaxing a bit. “I just don’t want to lose this,” you breathed. “You know: this.”

“Of course,” he agreed, “we’re always gonna be best friends, nothing can change that.”

He leaned in to kiss your temple… then your cheek… then just below your ear...

“Alex,” you breathed as he slowly laid you down and pressed you back into the mattress, but you jumped a little bit when he pressed his cock against your thigh. “Alex!”

“C’mon, baby, let’s remember together,” he encouraged with kisses all over your neck, grinning as your back arched.

“But… but we’re just friends,” you protested.

“Not anymore,” he purred. “I don’t remember much, but I remember you begging me for more. You loved my cock way too much for us to just be friends now, Liebling.”

For all the conflict on your face, your legs spreading open for him was pretty unambiguous. Your mind might have missed the memo, but your body was already used to him. With you conscious he could make you come around him, he could hear you moan his name, he could make you beg him to come inside you… the possibilities were really endless.

He should’ve known he’d never have the self-control to let it just be one night; he was a goner from the beginning, he’d do anything to have you— lie, steal, kill, spike your drink— and he wasn’t going to let you get away so easily, not when you were finally right here in his arms.

“You’re gonna be mine, baby,” he whispered in your ear as he slowly pushed his cock inside you once again, “all mine.”

[bubbleteaimagines]

The Babysitter

Kuroo Tetsuro Oneshot

NSFW CONTENT

Summary || After months of sexual tension, Kuroo can’t resist fucking his pretty little babysitter on the couch

Pairings || Kuroo Tetsuro x Babysitter!Reader

Warnings || Smut, fingering, blowjobs, age gap (reader is 20) light praise, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink

Authors Note || In celebration of 3k, here is some Dilf!Kuroo that we all need in our lives

It was inevitable, you supposed. The tension between you two was simply too thick, and it had been for months— ever since you had started working for him.

Kuroo was a man that was very busy, and with a two year old daughter and a mother that was absent, it was no surprise that he needed some extra help.

That’s where you came in- fresh faced and right out of college, majoring in (Y/M/N) and needing a job for the summer.

A friend of a friend had been the one to hook you up, Kuroo taking a liking to you almost instantly.

He had to admit, it was your pretty face and bright smile that draw him in at first, but truly, you were most qualified candidate for the job.

Like a ray of sunshine, a breath of fresh air if he’d ever seen one.

Not to mention how his daughter absolutely loved playing with you from the moment she met you, so in Kuroo’s mind it was a no brainer.

That’s how it started— but your story with the older man would end much, much different.

With lingering glances here and there, subtle touches and late nights where you’d both just sit down and talk, it was no surprise to either of you that ended up here— face down on his couch and completely at his mercy.

Truthfully, it wasn’t supposed to end this way. You were only supposed to have a few drinks and then head home for the night, but somehow before Kuroo could even open the wine, the tension between the two of you had reach the boiling point.

Everything between you two had been spilled in an instant, and now you were a moaning mess as Kuroo’s soft lips attached themselves to your clit, biting and sucking softly while his long fingers worked magic on your cunt.

“You like that babygirl?” Nicknames, so many of them, and they sounded so sexy coming from his lips. You damn near came right then and there as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, nibbling a little while his assault on your pussy continued.

“Y-Yes,” You found yourself squeaking out a reply, too wrapped up in pleasure to respond with anything coherent. But alas, Kuroo wasn’t satisfied. He gave you pointed look as he fingers came to a still, a whine leaving your throat at the loss of contact.

“Kuroo!”

“Ah, ah, ah. That’s not my name. You know better,” He said disapprovingly. It only took you a few seconds for your brain to catch up, a spark of realization flowing through you before you uttered out the correct word.

“Daddy.”

“That’s it,” Kuroo gave you a huge smirk and in no time, continued on with brining you to your high. Admittedly, the man was skilled. Despite never having explored your body before, he knew exactly where to touch you, knew exactly the right spots to make you see stars. “Let me hear you baby- let see hear you cum for me.”

“F-Fuck, fuck!” A breathless moan left your lips as you threw your head back, pleasure taking over every sense. You could barely breathe, too focused on the orgasm that came crashing over you, knocking the air out of your lungs and rendering your brain useless.

You came, harder than you ever had before, all over Kuroo’s slender fingers. In fact, your little pussy made a mess all over his expensive couch but at the moment, Kuroo didn’t care.

His cock was growing harder by the minute as he watched you come undone under him, because of him.

He’s never seen anyone look so sexy, already looking fucked out even though he just started.

“You alright there babygirl?” He’s kind enough to ask, leaning down to stroke your cheeks. Wordlessly, you nod, but Kuroo can tell there’s something on your mind. Suddenly, you sit up, and there’s a hopeful look in yours as you crawl over towards him and pout.

“I wanna ride you, daddy,” You tell him, jutting out your lower lip and tugging on his belt. Fuck. How could Kuroo resist you when you looked at him like that? All needy for him, pussy throbbing at just the idea of him fucking you senseless.

“Fuck, you sure, baby?” He checks to make sure you’re serious before making his next move, and sure enough- you nod eagerly and tug at him again, a whine leaving your throat. He was moving too slow, being a gentleman, sure, but right now you wanted him to fuck you like a whore.

“Yes daddy, I’m absolutely sure,” You tell him confidently, and it doesn’t take much after that to get Kuroo to agree. Quickly, his hands replace yours at pulling at his belt, fumbling with the material and cursing himself for tying it too tight. Eventually though, he manages to get the damn thing off and throws it across the room, making a small clatter that neither of you pay attention to.

And suddenly, Kuroo’s sitting down on the couch and letting you do all the work of undressing him, chuckling at how eager you are. You grab at his clothes like your life depends on it— first his shirt, then his pants, and finally his boxers come off and Kuroo has the absolute pleasure of taking in your ‘O’ shaped mouth, jaw dropping at the size of his cock.

“D-Daddy, you’re so big,” You tell him, eyes wide. Way bigger than any of the college boys you’ve been with. Kuroo was hung and is was making your mouth water, desperate for a taste.

“Go on,” He softly encouraged you after seeing the look on your face, snaking his hands behind your head and gripping your hair. “Give it taste. Let me cum all over those pretty little lips babygirl.”

You’re all eager to fulfill his request, blinking innocently before leaning in and darting your tongue out. Kuroo groans at the action, back straining against the couch as you do it once more before finally giving him the real thing.

Your mouth is hot and tight wrapped around him, pure Heaven, Kuroo thinks, as you get to work and start sucking him like a pro.

Your head bobs up and down, taking him as much as you can and using your hands to stroke the parts you can’t reach. You open up your throat and take him deeper- so deep that you start gagging on his cock.

Kuroo moans at the vibrations and despite your teary eyes, he pulls your head further down and stuffs your mouth with his cock.

He moans again as he feels a pit in his stomach, his orgasm bubbling up the more you pleasured him.

You could feel it, too, by the way he was turning into putty under your touch and groaning every time you stroked him. Slowly, you look up to meet his eyes as you tease his tip with your tongue Kuroo suddenly lets go- sinful noises leaving his lips as thick, white ropes of his cum shoot out and down your throat.

Like the good girl you are, you swallow every last drop before finishing off with a ‘pop!’ Kuroo panting heavily as you sit back on your knees.

“Was I good, daddy?” You ask him, Kuroo frantically nods as he pulls you up, positioning you on his lap and just over his cock.

“The best, babygirl. You took me so well,” Kuroo praises you, stroking your hair before smiling. “You think you’re ready to take my cock now, pretty girl?” He asks, and you nod frantically.

“Yes, please Daddy. I want it so bad,” You tell him, gripping his shoulders, and that’s Kuroo needs to hear in order to spread your legs and lower you on his cock.

You moan as his tip begins to push past your tight walls, the breath leaving your lungs the more he fills you up. God, he’s so big, and he knows it too which is why he give you a little time to adjust to his size before slowly fucking into you.

“Fuck!” It’s so painful and delicious at the same time. The way you stretch around him, your little pussy desperately trying to take him. You throw your head back in pleasure when he bottoms out, hands coming up to steady you.

Your movements are slow at first, only rocking your hips and bouncing a little while you ease into a rhythm. However, you’re practically dripping around him and that makes it all the more easier to move, finally being to able warm up to his size.

The pace that you settle on leaves you both a moaning mess, trying to keep it down as to not disturb his daughter that’s sleeping upstairs. You have to bury yourself into the crook of Kuroo’s neck in order to mask your moans, walls clenching around his cock.

He’s so deep that it has you crying out every few seconds, wrapping your body around him to keep yourself ground. Kuroo doesn’t mind though, in fact he pulls you into a deep kiss as you continue to bounce around him, both of you moaning into the other’s mouth.

Somehow, your hands find his messy hair and you tug on it gently as you begin to feel another orgasm rising up. Kuroo can feel the way your walls are clenching around him, and decides to take the lead. Grabbing your hips, he steadies you before thrusting up and matching your pace, pounding into you while you try to hold on for dear life.

It’s no use though, pleasure clouds over you in an instant, your vision going in and out as you moan and whine against his lips. Eventually though, you’re forced to pull away for air and take deep breath, your body shaking. You’re not sure how much longer you can last like this, and Kuroo knows.

He feels the way you’re squirming and whining against him, he loves the way you’re going absolutely feral for his cock. He wants nothing more than to make you cum around him, and so he snakes a hand down and rubs at your clit, teasing you just enough to send you over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You cry out as your walls clamp down on him, creaming all over Kuroo’s cock. Your eyes roll into the back your head and you hear Kuroo groaning underneath you as you squeeze him like never before. Fuck, you’re so tight that he has no choice but to cum too, a loud moan leaving his lips as the milky white substance paints your walls.

He stuff you full of it, his good little girl milking him dry before he pulls out at watches run down your thighs.

You’re breathing heavily as your eyelids slowly open, coming down from your high to see Kuroo as equally as flustered. You both need a minute to calm down before you speak, slowly moving off of his lap and collapsing on the couch next to him.

“That was...” You don’t even have the words for it. You’ve never been fucked so good before, the man making you cum twice which had never happened with any of your other hook-ups. It seems that Kuroo was feeling the same, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he nodded.

“Yeah,” Kuroo agreed as he leaned back on the couch, sweat dripping down his forehead. Even in his fucked out state though, he still looks incredibly handsome. Black hair sticking to his face, brown eyes wide with blown pupils...man, he really was beautiful.

You found yourself smiling the more you admired him, and Kuroo quickly caught onto your stare.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked jokingly, shying away from your gaze. You grinned at the light blush that crossed his cheeks.

“No, no...I just...you’re really handsome, you know that?” You found yourself saying, taking Kuroo by surprise. His brows furrowed together at your words, but he quickly recovered, a sly smirk forming on his face.

“Took you long enough to notice, didn’t it?” He teased, lightly nudging you. You giggled at the action but shook your head.

“No, I’ve always noticed. But honestly I didn’t think-”

“You didn’t think I’d see you that way,” Kuroo finished knowingly. You nodded. “Huh. Well isn’t that something.”

“I just thought...well I dunno. I didn’t think you’d be interested in me. I mean after all I’m just the babysitter, kinda cliche isn’t it?” You said.

Kuroo chuckled. “Yeah...I suppose it is. But this...us...it’s not just a one time thing, is it?”

“Not if you don’t want it to be,” You tell him seriously, turning to face him. “I mean...I’m willing to you know...be more, if that’s what you want.”

“You mean like a date?” Kuroo asked, shocked.

“I’m free on Friday’s,” You tell him shyly. But despite this, Kuroo finds himself smiling and slowly nodding at your proposition.

“Friday yeah? I’d say we’re doing things a little backwards, but I’d love to take you out,” He can’t help the goofy grin that spread across his face, his heart pounding a little at the shy, relived grin on your own.

“Okay...Friday it is then,” You beam, reaching for your lost clothing that’s been scattered on the floor. It was getting late, and you really should be getting home before your roommate starts to worry, but you find yourself not wanting to leave at all. Kuroo had completely intoxicated you, making you want to do nothing but stay in his arms for the rest of the night. Unfortunately though, you both froze as a cry pierced through the house and Kuroo cursed as he frantically got up, and slipped his clothes on

“I’m sorry,” He sent you an apologetic look as Kiana began to cry, having woken up from her sleep. “I hate to leave things like this but...”

“It’s fine,” You shake your head, smiling a little as you gesture upstairs. “She needs you, I understand. I’ll get my time on Friday, yeah?”

“I can’t wait,” Kuroo tells you honestly, stopping momentarily to press a quick kiss on your lips before darting to the stairs. “I’ll call you later this week, okay?”

“I can’t wait,” You repeat his words, grinning at his toned figure before watching him disappear up the stairs. Even from where you were, you could hear Kuroo gently cooing and trying to soothe baby Kiana (named closely after her uncle) and it made your heart absolutely melt.

Shaking your head, you gathered the rest of your stuff and quickly slipped out of the door before you ended up in a puddle due to the cuteness. Already, you had your phone out and rang up your roommate -also your best friend- as you walked to your car, excitement bubbling through your veins.

“Hello?” They answered on the first ring.

You grinned. “Y/F/N, you will never believe what just happened to me...”

[witch-hazels-musings]

The Diluc and Kaeya as fathers were so cute!! Can I request a scenario where Diluc's child is saying their first word but then they say Kaeya's name? I just want some comedy ehe

First words

Oh maaaan, Diluc come back, please don’t kill Kaeya! 

Warning -> fluff/humor

Diluc X GN Reader | Anthology

He’s so happy being a father - like don’t even get me started

He’d spent so many years of his life just taking things day by day, at some point it all blurred together. Days turned into months, months into years, and years passed him by in a flash

When he met you and was able to feel time slowing again because of all the new, wonderful things you helped him experience, well he was so happy 

And the day his child came into the world - the emotion on his face was one of utter pride and devotion - he loved them no matter where they came from - to him, this small child and your love were his whole life 

Diluc watched as you waved from the distance, your figure disappearing over the hill, and even after some time you were no longer visible, he still waited on the patio. When he felt his child tugging at his hair, he turned his attention away from the place you had been and to them. 

“Hey, big man.” He spoke with sweetness and smiled at the bundle in his arms. He had grown so much in the last year, his vibrant hair complimenting his eyes which he got from you. “Do you want to go on a walk with me?” 

He supported him in his arms and bounced him up and down as he walked around the property. Diluc relished the sensation of holding his son in his arms, his weight comforting and connection to him powerful. He watched how his son interacted with different things they came into contact with. Laughed when a butterfly came to inspect the small child and comforted him when a bee had similar ideas. 

“Don’t worry, Dad’s here.” He said, wiping his tears. Diluc showed him how the vineyards supported the growing plants, just like he was doing with him. The way his son's hands looked as they reached for the leaves of the plants reminded him of how tiny he was, and when their palms met one another he felt a pull in his heart which he’d grown quite fond of experiencing. 

“Master Diluc!” One of the maids called out to them as they made their way back to the main house. “Are you having a nice stroll?” A few other staff came to visit when they saw Diluc and the young Ragnivndr leisurely passing by. 

“Yes, we were just enjoying the day.” He turned to look at his son’s face and smiled when he laughed. 

“Oh, Mister Diluc. He is so handsome.” One of the younger maids exclaimed, grabbing onto his little hand and giving it a shake. “You look just like your dad.” 

“Yes, but no one has eyes like that except for Y/N.” Said another. 

For a while, the three of them lavished his son with attention. At first, he was overwhelmed by it all and clung to his dad, burying his face in his shoulder, but after a short while warmed up to the ladies. 

“Ah, a heartthrob just like his father.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Diluc shook his head and repositioned his son on his hip. 

“uh .. a ..” Everyone turned to look at him and their excitement burst out at the same time. 

“I think he’s going to say something!” // “Is it his first word? Has he said his first word yet?” // “You got it.” 

The maids closed their fists and beamed at him, nodding their heads quickly to encourage the behavior. Diluc looked on eagerly, awaiting his son’s first exclamation. 

“... a .. ay … aeya.” 

“What did he say? Aya?” The maids looked at one another confused. “Try again!” 

“Yeah, try again.” 

His son looked at them and with a huge smile on his face said, “Taeya,” and Diluc felt his soul leave his body. 

“I’m sorry, can you watch him for a while.” Quickly, he passed his son into the arms of the maids and they watched as he grabbed his claymore and made his way toward Mondstadt.