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bluekittyworld · 8 months ago

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There is Karma [Chapter 3]

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Warning: smut 18+

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4

You rushed home, did your makeup again, just simple foundation, lipstick and eyeliner, you let your hair down it naturally had soft curls. You wondered would a dress be better or trousers? After trying about twenty outfits and making a pile of clothes on the floor by your cupboard, you finally decided on wearing black lose fitted trousers and a green shirt with gold buttons, and for accessories you worse gold earring. Taking your black shoulder bag and ensuring you have your card, car guys and phone, you headed towards your car, it was 6:30pm on the dot, the GPS showed it takes 25 minutes to reach Yoongi’s address, everything was within time, you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. It was nerve wrecking and exciting at the same time.

You arrived to the address, you were expecting apartments, but instead you saw a lovely mansion, it was huge with automatic gates, you were at the gates, before you even rolled down your window to press the intercom, the gates automatically opened, that meant he was watching you on the cctv, you smiled, this man was truly a gentleman, taking care of the smallest details to make the other person comfortable as possible.

You parked your car by the extravagant fountain and walked to the front door, Yoongi was already there leaning by the door frame. He was wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, hair tousled some of it over his eyes, his cherry lips smiling at you. You smiled back, was he always this handsome?

“Hi” you waved.

“Hey _____”

Your name on his lips sounded so sexy.

Yoongi motioned you to come in shutting the door behind, everything in his house screamed luxury, from the marble floors to the designer sofas. Yoongi wasn’t a minimalist or a maximalist, everything was just right, you noticed he used the colour scheme of green and black throughout his house, it was pretty and coincidentally matching your outfit. You smiled that you ended up wearing his favourite colours.

“So _____, how was your day?” he asked, pulling out a chair for you to sit in his kitchen.

“Stressful, my brother dumped a lot of work on me.” You pouted.

Yoongi chuckled and winked “Hopefully the coffee tasting can take your tiredness away.”

You smiled back, he was making butterflies wild in your tummy.

The evening was going great, Yoongi made you taste a total of seven different coffee blend with toffee syrup, and you both came down to a single blend, Yoongi decided to sell that blend for his winter special across his cafes. You were glad you could help and it felt really nice bonding with him. Soon it was 10:30pm, time flew with Yoongi, you had work the following morning, you should go back home, but another 30 minutes with Yoongi won’t be too bad right? When will you get another chance to be here giggling with him… so you decided to stay till 11pm.

Yoongi was visibly a lot more comfortable around you now, you noticed how his eyes almost disappeared when he was laughing, how his hair moved around, how beautiful his hands are, how milky white and clear his skin is. Most of all how melodic his voice is, so masculine and deep, you wish you could fall asleep to his voice. You were looking at him, you hadn’t noticed how close he had come to you, maybe noticed your attraction to him too? He tucked your hair behind your ear, as he was about to retreat his hand, you placed yours over his, keeping his hand on your cheek.

“Yoongi?” you whispered.

“Mhm?” he looked deep into your eyes.

“I like you” you confessed.

He didn’t react at all, he was just stood there, not a single muscle moved, you somewhat felt stupid for saying that to him, clearly you were imagining things and Yoongi didn’t feel the same way about you, you felt embarrassed to the core, you got off the high stool chair to excuse yourself, tears burning your eyes threatening to fall. Just then Yoongi gently pushed your back into the kitchen worktop, trapping you between it and himself, he cupped your face and brought his lips as close as possible to yours but not touching them.

“May I?” he whispered.

His minty warm breath intoxicating you, you nodded, and he didn’t waste a second you seal your lips with his. He tasted like vanilla and coffee, you closed your eyes and indulged in the feeling, it was perfect, you wished time had stopped here. He let go when you were out of breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to him, he was smiling, and his eyes were full of lust. Yoongi moved back, he didn’t do more, you wished he had though, he didn’t look you back at you again.

“I’ll see you again sometime soon.” He said in a monotone voice with his back towards you.

You were hurt, you’re sure he enjoyed that too but why was he acting this way?

You just nodded and left, you’re not sure if he even saw your nod, you didn’t want to speak you knew your voice would crack. Leaving his house and sitting in your car you let your tears fall, why was he behaving this way? The whole night in your bed the same question ran through your mind, you checked your phone multiple times to see if he messaged you, but the notifications stayed empty, you don’t know when you fell asleep.

A few days had passed, and you did find out, it was true your father was in talks of setting your future with Park Jimin. The Park Jimin known to be a womanizer, born with a golden spoon but zero manners. You tried to negotiate with your father you didn’t want a future with Jimin, but your father thought he gave you a life of luxury, so he was allowed to make such decisions for you.

You were depressed, everything was not going your way, Yoongi ignored you like you never existed, this Park Jimin arranged marriage thing was annoying you, workload was too much that every day you spent extra hours in the office. It was finally Saturday and you decided to do nothing today other than lay in bed and watch drams, you were watching The Legend of the Blue Sea when your phone rang, you decided to ignore it not even checking the screen, somebody from work is probably calling. After finishing your episode and not feeling like watching the next one, you decided to check your phone, there were a couple of calls from Yoongi, and like 20 messages from him. You were shocked, you immediately rang back, before checking the messages.

“Hello?” you said.

In a response you heard a sneeze from Yoongi.

“I’m outside your house please open the door, your doorbell isn’t working or something?” he said sniffling, you checked outside and it was raining, had he been waiting in the rain all this time…

You ran downstairs, still in your pyjamas and opened the door, there you saw a soaked Yoongi. You moved aside to let him step in, it was all too shocking why was he here and why was he waiting for so long…?

“Yoongi, why are you here?” you asked.

“______, I’m sorry” he said as he handed you a bouquet of wet flowers.

You were confused and surprised, “I thought…”

Yoongi silenced you with a kiss, “I said I’m sorry, I just needed time to arrange my feelings for you”

His clothes were dripping, you placed the bouquet on your dining table and rushed to get him a towel. He was grateful, you eyed him and asked, “Why didn’t you wait in your car or something?”

“I took a taxi to the shops then walked it here, it wasn’t supposed to rain today” he sneezed, making you smile a little.

“Come upstairs and wash up in hot water while I get some clothes for you” you suggested.

He nodded and followed you. After getting changed and dried, he came downstairs, you prepared some hot soup for the both of you. All your anger towards him dissipated seeing him in your oversized clothes, they fitted him perfectly, his semi-dry black locks framed his face, that damn smile melted your heart each time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you, I just… I have feelings for you and I was a little scared...” Yoongi spoke up.

You smiled, this big grown man was shy from you, instead of responding with words you softly kissed his lips, you felt him smile into the kiss, he placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you in closer, he smelt of your shampoo and his natural musk, driving you insane.

After eating and spending some time talking, Yoongi asked you “_____ will you be mine?” You nodded eagerly, this beautiful man was now yours and you were his, you jumped into his embrace, this Saturday could not be better.

It was your 1-month anniversary, you had invited Yoongi to your house to celebrate, he found it amusing how you wanted to celebrate each month of being together. You prepared a range of food, including his favourite dishes, and bought a beautiful cake for dessert. You put on your favourite bodycon long sleeve black dress with matching red lingerie underneath, yes you had other ideas in your head, Yoongi hadn’t made any advances other than passionate kissing.

Soon he arrived, he was surprised to see the candlelit dining room.

He covered your eyes brought you towards the mirror, he opened a box from what you could hear, and cold metal draped around your neck, you opened your eyes to see a diamond serpent necklace adorning your neck, he smiled at you in the reflection.

“Hope you like it” he said as he handed you the box.

You loved it, it was like a metal snake around your neck and when you looked down at the box, it said BVLGARI, this man really didn’t care about how much spent on you.

“Thank you, Yoongi” you tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

He smiled back at you as he sat down at your dining table.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

He looked up from his food towards you and smiled, he relished in the dishes you cooked for him, he genuinely enjoyed your cooking.

“Please stay the night” you whispered.

He nodded; you felt a sense of satisfaction.

The evening turned into the night as you both laughed over the most random topics, you often caught Yoongi looking at you with sadness in his eyes, you ignored the uneasy feeling.

As the clock hit midnight, you took his hand and took him to your bedroom, pushing him on your bed and kissing him with passion, he held your back with one hand and the other behind your head pushing you more into himself.

“_____” he whispered.

“Mhm?” You asked.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked your permission, trying to hold himself back.

“I do” you smiled and took his lips back between yours nibbling on his lower lip, making him moan.

Yoongi’s hands were tender as he unzipped your dress and took it off every so gently making sure not to damage it in the process. He licked his lips when he saw what you were wearing under it, his eyes becoming more lustful, the way the red lace contrasted your skin was beautiful. Yoongi laid you on your back and took his time to appreciate your body, his lips hovered over your clothed breast and left many kisses before he slipped a hand behind your back and skilfully unbuckled your bra. He didn’t even bother to take it off, he slipped it a little lower freeing your breasts, as he took one nipple in his mouth and the other between his hand. The way he moved his tongue and bit down made you moan his name over and over. Slowly he moved his way down onto your tummy leaving butterfly kisses all over as he reached the band of your panties.

He slowly removed them carefully as he caressed your thighs and kissed them. He then proceeded to kiss your pussy, your breath hitched at this action of his and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by him, he smirked and moved back up. He looked down at you and removed his t-shirt and joggers, taking one of your hands and placing it on his abs encouraging you to touch him, you enjoyed this feeling.

Yoongi had removed your bra completely at this point, he had one hand on your boob, the other between your hair as he kissed you passionately. He grinded his clothed dick over your naked pussy, making you moan multiple times into the kiss. He was gentle with each move, taking care of you and making your pleasure his top priority. You wanted to feel more, you pushed your hip upwards earning a chuckle from Yoongi. He took off his boxers, giving you what you wanted.

“Please Yoongi” you looked up into his eyes, he nodded.

He took hold of his dick and slipped the tip between your folds, sliding it up and down, driving you insane, then without warning he slipped right in as deep as he could. You screamed his name in pleasure, it felt so good to be so full, you quickly adjusted to his size. He had the perfect length and girth, he was fast, with each push he watched your boobs bounce and he loved the sight, he really was a boob guy. He held onto your hips tightly as he went harder and faster, you were so close, he knew this how your walls were squeezing down on him making it harder for him to push in and out.

“Do it” he demanded, and that’s all it took you as you came all over his dick, he kept going at the same speed, enjoying looking at you become overstimulated, he took one hand off your hip and his thumb started circling your clit, that brought you to another high.

“Together?” he said, and you nodded.

“3… 2… 1 Now” he counted, and you both came together, you could feel his warmth fill you like a tsunami, you milked him as much a you could until he became limp. He stayed inside you for a little bit as he moved the hair stuck to your face because of your sweat, and he kissed you tenderly. He pulled out earning a small whine from you, he just smiled back and fell beside you, taking you into his embrace, stroking your hair slowly.

“_____” Yoongi looked deep into your eyes “I love you” he whispered.

In return you cuddled him even tighter and put your leg over him, he pulled the blanket over you both and soon you were snoring lightly in his arms, he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed your forehead.

The following morning you woke up to an empty bed, the clothes Yoongi had borrowed from you were folded and put neatly next your clothes from last night. You put on a robe and looked around your house but there was no sign of him, maybe he had to leave for work or something, but it was Sunday morning, what could have been so important. You searched for any note he could have left but there was nothing, you checked your phone but no messages from Yoongi. You decided to message him:

Morning handsome, is everything okay?

Hours had passed but you didn’t receive a reply, the message was still on a single tick, the tick didn’t turn into a double tick, maybe he didn’t have internet you thought to yourself. You tried your best to go on about the day without worrying too much about Yoongi. It was the late afternoon, you were sat on your sofa touching the serpent necklace around your neck, not paying attention to what was playing on the TV. You were missing Yoongi, you were worried about his safety, so you just decided to call him, instead of the ringing sound you heard:

Sorry the person you are trying to reach is not currently able to accept calls.

This made you more stressed, you hoped everything was okay with Yoongi. You wanted to turn up to his house, but was that a good idea? If by 7pm he didn’t respond, then you will go to his house you thought to yourself.

7pm turned into 7:30pm, your hundreds of calls went straight to voicemail, you decided to turn up to his house.

The gates were open this time, you drove straight past them, the house was decorated with lights outside and you realised there was an outdoor party going on in his house. As far as you knew he lived by himself and not with his parents, you let out a breath of relief that Yoongi is probably safe. You weren’t exactly dressed in party clothes, you had casual trousers and shirt on, you decided to walk into the party, seeing many people around laughing and talking amongst each other. That’s when you saw Yoongi’s side, he was smiling and talking with a girl who was probably younger than you by the looks of it and more petite and feminine. As you observed he put his arm around her, a pang of jealousy hit you, you took a step forward and in that much time, Yoongi placed his lips on hers, you froze in your spot. Yoongi recognised you standing there as he kept on kissing the girl, he looked straight into your eyes, your own eyes starting to tear up. You turned around and made your way to your car, second time you’re at his house and again you’re returning in tears.

Chapter 4

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pearl-blue-musings · 5 months ago

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I left ya a tip on kofi for your kindness <3

Since i already read something you wrote about Mondo (and fell in love with it) i wanted to request a smut oneshot with a fem!reader (possibly her being a bit chubby, shy and short 👉👈) where she asked him to Take her around, since he haves a motorbike, to do some shopping!

He doesn't really like going around shopping and stuff (boring asf), but his Girlfriend being a tease not even realizing it (wearing jeans, trying clothes and other stuff) turns him on <33

He haves to wait till they go home to Finally take whats his <33

I'm so sorry i've been so specific 😭😭😭

Have a nice day!

Hi sweetie!! You are just the absolute sweetest 🥹 oh I’ve absolutely got you!!! Mondo is just the sweetest mkay and I’m here to share the good word

Mondo Oowada x fem!reader

You tried to keep your cute giggle to yourself when your boyfriend Mondo picked you up, his ears tinted red from your outfit

He throws you a helmet, muttering under his breath how too damn cute you look and blushes harder when your arms wrap around his waist snuggly

The ride to the mall was uneventful yet fun, anytime the two of you stopped at a red light on his bike his fingers would tickle your ankles

Your laugh would always send the butterflies in his stomach soaring; who knew he’d be so lucky after dealing with all the despair to find you?

Once he’s parked the bike at the mall, your shopping trip began

He takes your hand in his and proudly walks you through the mall. His thumb rubs over your palm before kissing it softly. Today is your day and he’s gonna spoil you rotten, even though he’d rather be anywhere than a mall

But you love shopping so who is he to say no?

The first store you stop at is a boutique for mid and plus size women. Mondo had done his research about stores you’ve mentioned in passing and was happy the mall had one of these stores. Upon entering, you’re excited and elated to see clothes that are made just for you and in styles that accommodate everyone. Your eyes light up as they scan the store, lingering for longer on a few items. Mondo noticed where your eyes landed and walked to the employee and asked for the exact things you wanted.

You smile widely at him and the worker leads you to the back. You push back the curtain of the dressing room, marveling at the size. You turn around cutely toward your boyfriend and wave him over to you. “Ya want me to…come in?” You nod and he looks around nervously. Mondo may look menacing, but if there’s anything his brother and his gang taught him is to respect women. He blushes lightly and scratches at his neck before following you into the dressing room, clothes set up already.

Mondo always made you feel safe in your skin. He loves every part of you, holding you close and grabbing onto every ounce of skin he can. On days you’ve felt badly about your size, he kisses your face all over and tells you “there’s more of ya to love. And I’ll never get tired of it.” As you’re remembering his words, you’re squeezing into a pair of jeans. You wriggle your hips as the right yet stretchy material shapes your curves nicely. You latch the button of the jeans and then reach over to try on the corset they picked out, the sweet pink and red forming a heart shape around your breasts, perking them up. You smile widely and giggle giddily at how you look. “Babe! What do you think?”

The man is too stunned to speak.

His cheeks are all shades of red as he turns his head away as much as his pompadour allows him. He taps his heel rapidly and you finally know why. In between his lap is a growing bulge. Oh? Oohhh. Your jaw drops at the sight and now it dawns on you. You just gave your boyfriend a little striptease in the dressing room. You smirk and bite your lip, slowly walking toward him with a sway in your hips. Mondo inhales sharply and sneaks a glance at you. God the way that corset frames you makes him want to buy you a whole set of them. And the jeans? Jesus he’ll do anything, build up a whole new Hopes Peak if he has to to get all of your clothes like that.

You lean over slightly and press your hands on his knees for stability. His breath quickens as you press your hands further up his thighs. Even through his pants you can see his cock twitch. And Mondo is doing everything in his power to keep his hips in control. You puff out some air over his lips, pressing your breasts together up in his face. “Excuse me ma’am? Am I allowed to wear the outfit out the store?”

“Of course ma’am! I’m so glad you love our products! I’ll ring them up now.”

You turn to face Mondo and his entire face is covered. You press up off of him and and put your shoes back on. The both of you are secretly happy he’s wearing his baggier pants today otherwise you would most likely be banned from your now favorite store! Mondo holds your other clothes and the two of you leave the dressing room. Your boyfriend quickly pays and practically drags you out the door.

You can’t help the silly and goofy smile on your face as you two speed walk back to his bike. In record time you make it to his place. Mondo haphazardly parks his bike and doesn’t even take off your helmets until you’re in his place. He throws off his and you calmly take off yours with a yelp. His hands grab at your ass and press you against the closed door, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“That outfit,” he breathes against your ear, “is too damn sexy. And I can’t wait ta see it on the floor.” His voice rumbles in your ear and goes straight to your core. He kisses you possessively as he walks you toward his bedroom, where he can let his cock free until he decides to plunge it inside you where it belongs.

#merrykitten #i hope you like it #mondo owada #mondo x reader #mondo x fem!reader #mondo oowada #mondo owada x reader #mondo owada x fem!reader #danganronpa #danganronpa mondo #my writing #i did the thing

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froggibus · 2 years ago

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Hi bestie do you plan on writing a part 2 for blind date? Maybe when they go to Tony's party together and Sam and Steve keep flirting with reader?

Christmas Party (Blind Date 2) - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: fluff!

Word Count: 600

Summary: after your blind date with Bucky, you go to avengers tower for a Christmas party

CW: pure fluff, alcohol, flirting, Bucky is a lil possessive but wholesome!!

hey bestie! i wasn’t really planning on it since I wrote it so long ago but here’s a little blurb I wrote! hope you enjoy <3

this is a part 2. you can read part 1 here

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Stepping into Avengers Tower, you can’t help but smooth down the wrinkles on your clothes. The snow is coming down harder now, and thick flakes of it are clinging to the fabric of your clothes and strands of your hair.

“Are you sure I’m dressed up enough for this?” You ask.

Bucky squeezes your hand in reassurance, “honestly, I’m not the best person to ask that. But you look great!”

You nod, watching him press the button for the elevator. You figure Nat will be there, so you won’t be completely alone. Still, you’re nervous.

Even when you’re stepping off of the elevator onto the top floor, where waiters cart around platters of champagne and serve them to heroes of all kinds, your nerves only grow. You can see many familiar faces—people you’ve only seen on the news and dreamt about seeing.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar redhead purses her lips at you, setting her empty champagne glass on a tray. “Look who showed up.”

She looks gorgeous—a black slip dress framing her athletic figure. She brings you in for an awkward hug, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils.

When she pulls back, she shoots a glance at the two men she was talking to before you showed up.

“Where are my manners? Y/n, this is Steve and Sam,” she gestures to them.

Even without the introduction, you know who they are. Steve Rogers: Captain America, and Sam Wilson: The Falcon. You’ve heard countless stories about them, including many tonight from Bucky himself.

Speaking of Bucky, he drops your hand so that he can give his friend a pat on the back, giving the other man a begrudging handshake. You giggle slightly, before introducing yourself to the two men.

“Hi,” you extend your hand to Steve’s, his engulfing yours. “I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” blue eyes stare into yours. Something about his gaze makes your stomach flip.

You shake Sam’s hand next. He grins at you, “looks like our boy Bucky really scored. You look amazing, by the way.”

Your cheeks burn at that, and you’re so focused on his words that you don’t notice the way Bucky scoffs at Sam’s antics. Him and Nat have a side conversation while you talk to the other two.

“Can I get you a drink?” Steve offers, eyes twinkling.

“That would be great, thank you!”

Sam chats you up while you wait for Steve to return. You shoot the occasional glance at Bucky, whose eyes never leave you. Sam asks about where you’re from and how you ended up in New York, and Bucky takes that as opportunity to come next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders.

The contact makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you know it’s not completely innocent. Bucky is clearly annoyed that his friends have already stolen you away. Before anything can happen, though, Steve is retuning with your drink.

“Aw, thank you!” You beam at the man, “you guys don’t mind if I steal Bucky away, do you?”

“Not at all!” Steve seems genuinely happy for his friend.

Sam seems less happy, but accepts it regardless.

You shrug his arm off your shoulders and snatch up his hand instead, dragging him to the snack table. “So,” you grab a chocolate covered pretzel, “they seem nice.”

“Steve is.”

You laugh, “but not Sam?”

“He’s a bit of a flirt,” he says, “he gets on my nerves, too.”

“Aw, were you jealous?” You poke at his ribs.

“No—he’s just…annoying.”

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “well, there’s nothing to be annoyed about. You’re my date for the night, so how’s about introducing me to the man himself?”

His cheeks burn red at the contact. “Aye aye, Captain.”

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#tfaws bucky #bucky x y/n #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel fic #marvel

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laracrofted · 2 years ago

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we'd run inside out from the cold (part ii)

synopsis: after a quiet moment in the snow, jake and his girlfriend warm up with a midnight shower. (read part one here)

pairings: jake seresin x fem!reader (no y/n, c/s is butterfly)

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fluff and smut - shower sex and oral (f receiving), mentions of christmas, excessive use of pet names, waxing poetic about jake in sweaters, swearing (wc: 2.5K)

note: welcome to the steamier (lol) part two of the soft christmas fic... aka the shower smut that jake implied against my best intentions. enjoy!

tag list for people who wanted a part two: @theharddeck @six-bloodyminutes @thedroneranger @blue-aconite @dhwanishah09

It is pitch back in the living room without the glow of the Christmas lights, but Jake finds your hand in the dark, engulfing your still chilled fingers in his reliable warmth.

You’d forgotten to grab the spare mittens on your way outside, the ones from the shoebox in the hall closet that Ms. Seresin showed you on your first afternoon here.

“Shit,” Jake lets out a hushed curse, cradling your one hand between his palms. Hot breath blows across your cold fingertips in the darkness. You smile where Jake can’t see. “You’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up.”

You expect him to guide you up the stairs, steering you around the steps that might creak too loud, lifting you over the third and second-to-last steps like last night. Hands, a familiar heat around your waist.

He pulls you in a different direction, further into the house.

Snow is floating down outside the paned window at the end of the dim hall, casting everything in a soft white glow. Moonlight winks off the assorted picture frames, hung slightly crooked on the old wallpaper after Ms. Seresin took them down to show you the young Jake Seresin highlights one by one. He had the chubbiest little cheeks as a child and the same up to no good smile.

He tugs you into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind you, careful not to let it slam and break open the fragile silence.

It is so quiet, so serene. Like the Seresin ranch exists in a freshly shaken snow globe, not a sprawl of land outside Austin, Texas.

Something from a dream.

“Don’t want to run the upstairs shower and wake Ma up.”

You lean against the bathroom counter, arms crossed over the fabric of the worn crewneck sweatshirt that is really his, stolen from the top drawer of his dresser back in San Diego. You’ve been ‘borrowing’ it for months now without the slightest intention of giving it back, and Jake doesn’t mind one bit.

He likes you in his clothes.

Jake darts around the bathroom, gathering a pile of fresh towels from the closet, pulling back the shower curtain and cranking the water on. He checks the temperature once, twice, and in the process, pushes the sleeve of his white sweater up to his elbows, revealing a tantalizing stretch of forearm.

You are loving the cold weather for festive activities, but Jake has had to hide away all of that hard muscle this week under wool sweaters and flannel button-downs and in the case of the Christmas Tree Farm this afternoon, a denim jacket with a lined collar that made him look like an outdoorsy Abercrombie model.

Winter is... admittedly an excellent look on him.

Who knew that Jake would look so good – and so much like a long-lost Chris Evans relation – in a fisherman sweater? He looked so classically handsome, straight out of one of those vintage L.L. Bean catalogs.

Sweater Jake was appealing in a way that surprised you both.

You, upon seeing him come down the stairs on that first night, wearing a thick cable knit sweater and flannel pajama pants, looking cuddly enough to make your heart ache.

Him, upon sneaking into your room later that night, which ended with your sleep clothes strewn across the blankets and your boyfriend’s large hand across your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Might I remind you… We agreed not to have sex in the house,” Jake mumbled into your neck afterward, too amused to sound chastising. He rolled onto his side and half-pulled you onto his bare chest, pressing an affectionate kiss to your temple, interlacing your fingers on his stomach. “You’re the one who suggested that rule.”

He had you there.

You had suggested that rule, nervous to go home with your boyfriend for the holidays, despite Jake’s repeated insistence that all of the Seresin women would adore you to bits. You didn’t want to give them any ammunition to dislike you – and especially not overheard sex noises in the dead of night after Ms. Seresin had so kindly made up the guest room for you.

“You wear the hell out of a sweater, babe,” was the only drowsy explanation you could provide, pushing up to leave an open-mouthed kiss on his jawline that made his breathing stall… which led directly into another round when Jake rolled you under his weight and pressed you into the pillows.

Still…

You’d taken the mild San Diego weather for granted. Being able to see Jake in fitted tees and on the cooler nights, unbuttoned Henleys that gape at the neck, giving a delicious sneak peek of that gold chain.

You haven’t seen his washboard abs in such good lighting all week.

You stare. More than is warranted, given Jake is your boyfriend and would probably rip off his shirt upon request without any follow-up questions.

Muscles ripple in his abdomen when Jake pulls his sweater over his head, revealing even more tan skin. You want to drop to your knees and run your tongue along the line of his abs. Want to lick up his chest and get comfortable in that spot under his jaw that makes him moan.

You should probably take off your sweater too and avoid hypothermia and get in the shower and all of those important details.

You keep staring instead, absolutely shameless, and Jake catches you.

A smirk pulls at his mouth. “Planning to maul me again, darling?”

Are you drooling? Probably a little bit.

“Do you think Mav would let you wear sweaters in the cockpit?”

He pretends to consider it. “Might get a little warm up there,” Jake says after a few seconds. Heat simmers in his gaze as Jake watches you back, pulling his bottom lip between his white teeth, and reaches out to sneak his index finger under the hem of your sweater. “Wool is probably a little more flammable than the Nomex too.”

“Better than frostbite, right?”

His smirk widens into a full-blown grin, and Jake pulls you into an embrace.

“Frostbite is no laughing matter,” Jake says against the back of your neck, tugging the collar of the sweater away and pressing a chaste kiss to your nape. Goosebumps erupt over the skin. “Better get undressed there, Butterfly, before I have to do it for you.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, as if invoked, and despite the mild threat, Jake doesn’t give you the chance to get undressed.

Calloused palms slide along your bare back, tugging the sweater over your head, careful not to snag your hair. You push your pants and underwear down in one motion, casting off your socks along the way, and after shedding his own flannel pants and boxers, Jake bands a strong arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder.

He is a damn furnace against your back, already half-hard.

You swallow, and Jake studies you in the bathroom mirror, ghosting his fingertips across your stomach. A promise that makes every part of you tighten, and Jake presses a grin into your shoulder, kissing the small scar there.

“Let’s get in the shower.”

Steam rises around your bodies as Jake pulls the curtain closed and looks down at you. Affection warms his face, a soft glow. Fingers trace down your arms, somehow still covered in goosebumps from sitting out in the snow, and Jake asks, “Still cold?”

Not really.

Not since before your boyfriend kissed you a few minutes ago, whispering dirty things in your ear about not being able to walk tomorrow. Not when Jake is looking at you like that with such adoration and tenderness and blatant desire in his green eyes.

You catch a wicked gleam in his gaze, underneath it all, and decide to invite a little trouble. Make a whole show of shivering in a way that draws his split-second attention to your chest.

“A little bit.”

He leans in, naked chest pressed against yours, warm water cascading over your heads and down your back. Presses a white hot kiss to the center of your collarbone, then lifts your chin with one finger and nibbles up the side of your neck in a way that makes your lids flutter closed.

“Think I’ve got a good way to warm you up.”

You’re facing him one minute and the next, Jake spins you to face the shower wall, pressing his whole body against yours. It is cold against your cheek and your bare chest. You shiver and complain, and Jake makes a sympathetic – if a bit mocking – noise against your throat.

“Jake…” You don’t mean to sound so unbalanced. You love the man, but Jake doesn’t need the ego boost right now.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jake says again, bringing back the same words from earlier, the same thread of teasing condescension in them. “Told you I’d go easy on you, didn’t I?”

You don’t think Lieutenant Jake Seresin has ever gone easy on a damn thing in his life and have every intention of telling him so, but he is quicker to the draw. Every thought vanishes from your brain when Jake glides his hand down your stomach and touches you.

“God, darling…” He practically moans the words, rocking his hips against your back, which makes you push against the palm that’s there for you to grind against. He wants you to do it, to take your pleasure from him like that. “You’re so wet. How long’ve you been like this?”

Since the Christmas Tree Farm.

“No one has ever…” You start strong, but Jake runs his fingers through the slick wetness again, causing you to take a quick breather. “…chopped down a Christmas tree for me, okay? You were like a sexy lumberjack.”

His chuckle is a low hum against the shell of your ear, and Jake abruptly withdraws his fingers, turning you around. You catch a flash of tongue as Jake slips his shining fingers into his mouth and sucks on them.

God. Damn.

“What do you think Mav will say when I tell him the news?”

You stare at him, confused, brows knitting together, and Jake looks too amused and proud at his own wittiness to leave you in suspense.

“Obviously, I won’t have time to be a fighter pilot while I’m learning how to become a full-time lumberjack for you.” Water drips from his lashes, making his eyes look liquid warm. “Is it just chopping down trees that gets you this hot? Can I maybe split some firewood instead? Might be more cost effective, less time consuming.”

A giggle escapes your lips, and Jake laughs too, capturing the hands that want to cover your flushed cheeks. He winds his fingers through yours, pressing them back against the slippery tile.

“Stop it, Jake. You don’t need to change careers for me. You’re a damn good pilot, a great one. Just…” You gnaw the edge of your lip, studying a freckle on his shoulder, letting the words out in a hushed tone. “I’d settle for one tree every Christmas.”

You meet his eyes, parsing out if Jake gets your meaning.

You want every Christmas with him.

Every damn one.

Tenderness shines in his eyes. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You don’t have time to appreciate the warm and fuzzy feelings inside your chest because Jake rewards you with a too short kiss on the lips and then, smirking again, sinks down to his knees.

“Now,” Jake says, looking up at you, splaying his hand across your stomach to hold you upright, “I think I said something about warming you up, sweetheart. Can’t have you go into Christmas cold or unsatisfied. What kind of boyfriend would I be then?”

Any response evades you as Jake hooks your knee over his shoulder and dives right in, not even pausing to rev you up with teasing. Why bother? He already managed that with the damn Christmas tree.

He spreads you open with his fingers, licking wet strokes across you. His non-regulation stubble chafes against your thighs, almost definitely leaving an angry beard burn that’ll hurt in your jeans tomorrow.

You couldn’t give less of a shit right now.

“Taste so good, darling,” Jake says, pulling back to sink one thick finger into you, then adding another, watching your face the whole time. “Sweeter than those Christmas cookies.”

What a fucking cheeseball of a man. You’d roll your eyes if Jake didn’t already have them rolling back in your head.

Coyote, Rooster, Phoenix… None of them would believe that Jake was such a walking Hallmark movie. He doesn’t let anyone else see this side of him.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Ain’t that right, darling?”

You nod, dropping your head back against the shower wall with a gentle thump, and Jake swirls his broad tongue over your clit, once, twice, then… pulls back and looks up at you with expectant smugness.

“Don’t think I caught that. I’m the only one who…”

You stifle a snort, rolling your eyes this time. Such an ass.

He ghosts the slick pad of his thumb across your clit, teasing and taunting. You almost lose your balance, stretching out a hand to grasp at his shoulder, and Jake flashes you a self-satisfied grin.

“You’re the only one.” You nod fervently, digging your nails into his shoulder, canting your hips closer to his face. You can practically feel his breath against you, only centimeters away. “Come on, Jake…”

He closes his lips around you, curling his fingers inside of you, hitting a spot that makes your mouth gape open. His words are increasingly fragmented, bits and pieces of unintelligible nonsense as Jake encourages you to rock against his face. You are damn near floating with the pleasure of it all.

“You’re so pretty like this.”

“No one can hear us down here, darling. Let me hear those wonderful sounds.”

“You’re it for me. Please…” Jake asks, begging, pleading, worshipping you.

You reach the precipice and fall over the edge in a whirlwind of bright spots that look like Christmas lights. Look like the December moon reflected and refracted in the fresh snow. It is absolute heaven.

From there, Jake could easily get up from his knees, push you back against the tile, and slide right into the spot between your thighs that’s wet and aching for him, waiting to be filled. But he stays right there, kneeling between your legs, absentmindedly stroking himself with one hand.

Looking at you like the luckiest man alive.

“Give me one more, darling,” Jake gently orders, then goes back in with enthusiasm, holding your shaking thighs in place over his shoulder.

You stay in the shower long enough to make the water run cold, and in the steam-filled bathroom, Jake gathers your limp form in his arms and bundles you both in fluffy towels... that end up immediately abandoned on the carpet of the guest bedroom.

And after kissing every inch of your body, holding your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and fucking you into the soft sheets with stuttered breaths, fingers interlaced with yours, pressing kisses against your back to muffle his own groans, Jake holds you against his side.

He brushes your hair back from your face, still damp from the shower, repeating the motion, tracing the curve of your jaw and the shell of your ear, back and forth.

And with the soft rush of snow blowing against the window, Jake whispers, “Merry Christmas, Butterfly.”

end note: wishing you all a happy and safe holiday and a hot, cuddly boyfriend under the christmas tree. send me all your thoughts and feelings!

(and since it didn't make it into here, i actually do have a hc for the call sign butterfly, so i might revisit these two again sometime!)

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin fic #hangman fluff #hangman smut #laracrofted writes #fic: jake seresin

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alltimefail-sims · 6 months ago

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Hi friends, happy Friday!

The Sims team recently collaborated with Ebonix and dropped the "Urban Homage" CAS kit on April 18th, so you guys already know I had to snatch it up and give my thoughts. I'm a week late, but I'll give you the TLDR up front: I like every item that came in this kit. Yes, I'm just as shocked as you are!

Sidenote: Don't worry, even though they aren't pictured above we will be looking at the male assets as well - they're in their own separate section under the cut!

With all that being said, let's jump into it! ↓

First, let me show you those masculine frame outfits I promised:

Okay, now I'm just going to get my minimal qualms out of the way:

I wish the female frame bodysuit labeled as a top could have also been in the full-body category. I love that it can be layered with other skirts and such, but it's soooo cute by itself and we don't have anything like it, especially for everyday or workout purposes.

Next, the joggers should have been enabled for both frames and same goes for the overalls. You can untick the "female" or "male" clothing preference in CAS and they both look fine on the opposite frame, but obviously there is some minor distortion in the chest area on fem frames when they wear the overalls.

I also wish the basketball shorts came in some simpler, sleeker swatches alongside the bolder prints and colors.

That's literally it: miniscule complaints really, and trust me when I say these complaints are nitpicky for a reason - I struggled to find critiques for this particular kit.

As for literally everything else not mentioned above: I love these clothes, and I think there are a few items that I will use over and over again.

All the bottoms are superb

The loose jersey is an item that we desperately needed in game

The dashiki swatches are stunning

The fit of every item across the board is immaculate on a wide range of body types.

The few simple items snuck into this kit - the cropped denim jacket, the tie crop shirt, the open button down, etc. are so versatile and beautifully executed.

The trendy butterfly top, the skinny pants with cutouts in the side, and the platform ankle boots (specifically the flame swatches!!) have all been tackled by cc-makers; these versions that come in this kit are right on par with the cc counterparts out there, a HUGE win for console players who cannot use cc.

Basically, these clothes look like clothes I could actually see real people wearing...unlike some items that have come in packs in the past that feel far too niche or look like leftover items that didn't fit in a different EP or GP. (I'm looking at you CAS items from Crystal Creations... I know those assets were 80% Realm of Magic rejects lmao. Not that I'm mad, I like a lot of the items, but they really aren't super versatile.)

Perhaps the most surprising treasures in this pack, however, actually lie within the accessory categories. Wild realization for me because when it comes to accessories in the sims I'm usually indifferent at best and confused if the devs have ever seen a real human out in the wild at worst (because let's be honest...that shit is usually so oversized and weird looking it's basically unusable). But I have to give these accessories their moment in the sun because WOW. I can't believe I'm uttering the words "I love" next to "kit accessories..." but Hell hath frozen over I guess. Here are some screenshots:

Every accessory (with the exception of the GORGEOUS headwrap) is enabled for masculine frame; this includes the rings (left & right), necklaces, earrings, facial piercing, and even the nails. The facial piercing shocked me the most as I've never used the piercings we've been given in other packs - they're always thick, bulky, and chunky in the worst way. But, much to my amazement, this nose piercing is sooooooo good and even come in a number of decent swatches outside of gold, silver, black! In fact, I liked it so much that I'm ditching the cc nose ring on my OC Ta'Nia and swapping it for the nose piercing that came with this kit. Even on a sim with a downturned nose tip and wider set nostrils (like the male sim I used in the screenshots) I felt like the piercing still looked great!

I only have one complaint about the accessories, and it's that I wish we were given more than one set of nails, or at least more color swatches for the nails. Black, red, and blue bases with chrome tips are just too limited to me, especially with all the vibrant colors we see in this pack! I would have liked a set of nails with intricate airbrushing/hand-drawn designs or ones that utilized gems and charms along with some variation in length and a shape outside of the trendy coffin or oval nails at medium length. I know this is picky, but cc nails are killing the game right now whereas the sims team continually plays it safe and, imo, it's boring; console players deserve to have glamorous works of art on their sim's fingers as well!

OKAY... time for my wrap-up thoughts!

Look at me saying this wouldn't be a long review... yet here we are, a whole ass Ted Talk later lol. Overall, I personally encountered zero major issues in this kit. (Please note that when I say "major" I am talking about hoodies that make eyes 3x their original size or jewelry that corrupts the body of a sim lol.) I will say that I saw some people saying they noticed some discoloration on the facial piercings that came with this pack (textures/colors bleeding from some other CAS items onto the piercings) but I didn't personally have that issue. If there are any other issues outside of the discolored piercings, I didn't encounter them and I haven't seen others talking about them.

TLDR: For me, this and the grunge kit are the standard of what a good CAS kit should look like. I think I'll be using several of these items often, and the content is easily worth $5.00 (unlike the party kit that dropped alongside this one... but that's a topic for another day). If you're going to give EA $5.00 for a kit, I confidently recommend this one.

Remember to use the creator code "EBONIX" at checkout so Ebonix can receive 5% of the proceeds when you purchase this kit!

I hope you all enjoyed my ramble. What are your favorite items from the kit? What do you think could have been better? Let me know in the replies or send me an ask; I always love hearing your guys' thoughts.

Talk to you all later! Hugs x

#ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 urban homage #urban homage kit #sims 4 #kit overview #ts4 kits #the sims community #ts4 lookbook #atfs

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rain-dom · 4 months ago

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[MtF Transformation] Nostalgia’s Grace. (Life is Strange)

Steven dragged his feet outside of his classroom, completely drained from the test that he just took. A meek, short young man in his first semester of college, his grades were still important to him, even as his was failing most of his classes. Wearing a pair of black shorts, black sneakers, and a blue buttoned-up shirt, he hadn’t adjusted to college life yet, which was made worse by his parents pushing him into majoring in Law. Although he instead wanted to major in photography- his passion throw out his entire life, he just couldn’t stand up to his parents and their expectations for him. But without them, he couldn’t pay for his classes, so he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

In any case, he could think about all that later, as a beautiful butterfly came before him. Wanting to take a picture of it, he took out his phone and snapped a picture, but by then, it had fluttered away, now fluttering down the stairs.

Other students heading up and down the stairs looked at him, bewildered, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to take a picture of this butterfly, to hang it on his wall or even put it in an art gallery.

He snapped another picture, but alas, it was the same result: blurry, with no butterfly in view, as the butterfly moved again, this time into the boys restroom.

He went downstairs to the first floor, as he followed it into the restroom.

He noted, however, that this particular restroom looked slightly different from the others at his college: it was smaller, with little messages, notes, and bad jokes written on its walls, stuff that the janitors would take care of. He also didn’t notice that there weren’t any urinals, only stalls. But he didn’t care - he just needed to capture this moment and think about that afterwards.

The butterfly finally landed on a metal bucket, as Steven finally took the photo, relived that it came out clear enough to actually see it.

“Phew,” he sighed, wiping his brow. He looked at the photo he took - the butterfly was shown in all its beauty: he could see not only the constraint of the red and blue, but also the little folds of the butterfly’s wings.

“Whoa…that.. actually turned out really well!”

He turned and leaned on the cold, hard wall.

“If only I could have enough freedom to do more of this, instead of being forced to be who my parents want me to be. Sigh. I wish I could just be free.”

Suddenly, the photo he took started glowing, as the butterfly disappeared. Steven hunched over, as his body started to feel warm, tingly, and strange.

“Ough! Ah! Wh-what the-“ Steven stammered as his body started to convulse, his height decreased, and his shoulders started to push inwards.

“Ahh! Huff, hah, Wh-what the hell is- nngh - happening to me??” He said in between heavy breaths, already sweating.

As he shrank, his hips began the process of to pushing out, as his curves started to develop with them. Large hands began to shrink, becoming more petite, as his already-thin arms became more slender. It was here when his short, black hair started to grow out, with the top is his head fading into a brown.

Then, just for a moment, everything stopped.

“Hahh, agh, what…am I…smaller now?

He asked, in a slightly higher-pitched voice, now just starting to notice how much bigger the restroom was, and how smaller his hands and general frame were. “What the hell?! H-how is this- GAH!!”

Rudely interrupted Steven, his hips pushed out some more, his curves narrowing some more, shoulders finally melting to their final size. He was about to strip himself of his clothes, before his body demanded even more edits.

His butt, once completely flat, started to expand, growing thicker alongside his thighs, making his shorts feel tight around his body.

His felt his face contort, his skin and bones pulling and twisting, the edges of his face softening and melting away. His now mostly brown hair grew further, now long enough to cover his ears, as his voice completely changed into that of a young woman.

Steven stumbled and limped towards the sink, needing to get a closer look at his face.

Looking in the mirror, he noticed that his face had become laws angular, the edges were rounder, constituting a face that was much more feminine than before.

“Holy shit! M-my *mface!” Steven said, clasping his hands over his mouth in shock and awe, not only at the face that was staring back at him, but also at the high voice that was coming out of him.

He rubbed his hands across his skin and his longer hair, the brown hue now almost at ear length. Freckles danced across his cheeks and across his nose, his green eyes now blue.

“Oh my god…I’m…I’m a girl? Ha…I’m turning into a girl!” He said, confused as to why he even felt relieved that he was turning out this way.

“Whoa…” he said, blushing at his new look. “I look, kinda cute, heh…” Steven stopped himself. “W-wait, did I just call myself cute? But how…why-“

“Ergh!” Steven felt a surge of pleasure pushing out of his chest, as put his arms over chest, attempting by to hold these feelings in. All it did do, however, was delaying the inevitable.

He leaned on a nearby stall, removed his arms from his chest, and finally let his new girls grow.

“Mmmgh…ohh…mmn”, moaned Steven, failing to suppress his moans, not even caring anymore. Heavy breathing accompanied two mounds of fat pushing out from his chest, forming the modest boobs of a late teenage girl.

It was at this point that a warm, tingly sensation attacked his crotch, as his body pulled in the thing between his legs, already hard from the earlier changes.

“Mmm, oh, ohh!” Steven’s eyes and head darted upwards, barely containing himself as his balls shrank and shifted, being engulfed into his body as ovaries. His dick, now dripping with cum, slid further and further into body, until practically came on its own, as Steven drowned in what could only be described as exploding sparks, falling to the floor from the intense heat coming from his blossoming flower.

“Hah…hah…that was…wow…” he said, panting, barely able to think straight. After taking off his old clothes, he laid there a few moments, he explored his new body - his boobs, his soft skin, the brown hair the brown bangs that got into his eyes, the soft voice that laid over his breaths, loving every second of it. Then, something began to grow in his mind.

He realized he was gaining new memories - memories that were parallel to his own - of a girl that lived in the town called “Arcadia Bay” in Oregon, U.S.A. This girl also liked photography just as much as Steven did, and, to Steven’s delight, she could pursue as much as she pleased, and even owned a Polaroid camera as well! She also had time traveling abilities, which was something Steven would have to get used to, but he - or as of now, she - knew would get the hang of, if she just tried her best. After all, she was in the middle of a mystery that was important not only to her, but also to her childhood best friend, Chloe.

“Oh my god…I’m not only a girl now, but I’ve also become…Max Caufield?” She said as he tucked her hair behind his ear, looking at the body of a girl that laid before her. “This is…”

Although she wasn’t sure about how it why this had happened, she felt relieved at the idea of living as this girl; wearing cute outfits, dancing to good music, solving earth-shattering mysteries, kissing a cute person…it all made her feel - warm inside, as if something had ignited inside of her.

She moved her hand down to her crotch, where her new flower had bloomed, and pushed her finger in. She let out a small, faint gasp, fingering her vagina. Her memories flooded through her mind - her new adventures, her new friends, and her new life, - one where she wasn’t afraid to be herself, unlike her old, dreary, previous life as Steven.

Speaking of new friends, Chloe Price - Max’s best friend - had barged into the restroom, making her presence known with her large black boots, eyeing up the girl that was lying on the ground, pleasuring herself.

“Wow, Max, I’ve seen some wild shit, but this is really something else.” She said, putting her hands on her hips, looking at her with confusion and curiosity.

“Ah! Chloe!” Max was surprised that she immediately knew her name. She really was now, in some sense, Max.

“Oh God, don’t look!” She said as she covered her chest, blushing, embarrassed that her best friend was seeing her like this.

“Oh, come on, Max! We’ve seen each other naked before. And besides…” Chloe said as she got down to Max’s level, Max’s heart racing in her ears.

“…it’s not like I haven’t noticed you looking at me in a certain way.”

“Wh-what?” Max stammered, but this “Chloe” girl wasn’t wrong, though - her short blue hair, covered by her dark blue beanie, dangled over her face. Fair skin painted her face, dark blue eyes glistened in the flickering lights of the restroom, matching her jeans. Her white tank top hugged her boobs - something Max paid special attention to.

Chloe looked at Max’s face, then at her crotch. “Having a hard time getting there, I see. I can help you with that.”

“That impish looks scares me.” Max said meekly.

“Trust me, I know my way around a girls body. Now…are you ready?”

Max nodded eagerly.

Chloe leaned in closer to Max’s face, caressing it.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Max…I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.” Chloe said as she tucked a lock of hair behind Max’s ear.

“Did she just call me…beautiful?” Max thought, the memories of her childhood best friend flashing through her mind, mixed with the electric feeling of being flirted with.

The two girls locked lips, making out for a few moments before stopping.

“Huff, hah, Holy shit, Max! I…I didn’t know you could pull that off.” She said between panting breaths, as she stripped herself down until she was completely naked.

Max almost drooling at the sight, she never thought she would’ve ever lose her virginity to a hot girl, and as a girl nonetheless.

Chloe kissed down Max’s body - her neck, chest, stomach. Finally, Chloe started to finger her vagina, wet from the new sensations.

“OH! God, yes…” Max panted, letting Chloe do a number on her.

Chloe’s fingers went faster and faster, her blue nail polish coated with clear slime, rubbing her own clit to the sound of Max’s loud moans.

Soon enough, the two of them finished, both fully satisfied with what had transpired.

“Hah, huff, wow, Max. I wouldn’t ever guess you were a screamer.” Chloe said as she fell next to Max.

“I can’t believe we just…did that…” Max said between huffs, “that was…amazing.”

“So…I guess this means we’re dating now, huh?” Chloe asked, with Max’s quick approval, via another make out session.

Afterwards, they both got up, and put their clothes back on, although, this time, Max’s old clothes had changed - she now wore a small bra, her blue shirt was now a pink shirt, accompanied by a grey jacket, jeans replaced her black shorts, and her pair of black sneakers were now smaller. She blushed as she ran her hands over her clothes, noting how cute they looked on her.

“What’s the hold up, Max? We gotta go to the diner, remember? To test out your powers?”

she said, opening the door that led out of the restroom.

“C-coming!” Max said, following Chloe out of the restroom. She gasped, noting at how much her college - now a boarding school - had changed, the second floor gone, with a row of lockers lined up in front of her.

Max shook her head - she had already been here already, or, at least, remembered that she had attended this school for a few years. And although she could still remember her old life as Steven, she couldn’t imagine even thinking about going back - her new life seemed had so much more life, more meaning to it, and she could pursue her passions and dreams with less pressure. And, she had a girlfriend to boot!

Max sighed and smiled, and ran after Chloe. After all, they were in for one hell of a ride.

#gendertransformation #tgcaptions #transformation #tg story #tgtf #tf story #mtf transformation #genderbend #life is strange #max caulfield

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callsignmuse · 2 years ago

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HUNG UP ON YOU

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader, Hangman x Reader

Warnings: smutty but keep it cute, semi bondage sex, public sex

Authors Note: @cherrycola27 going for the threepeat

Butterflies. Deep seated butterflies. That’s all you could feel running through your body. They were strong enough to almost make you feel like needed to vomit. They appeared every time he looked at you. And every time you smelt his cologne. Every time you heard his voice. Pretty much anytime Jake “Hangman” Seresin was near to your person.

“Heads up darlin’” you heard his smooth voice cross your ears. It brought a smile you had to wrestle down like you were the Crocodile Hunter yourself. He brushed past you as he tried to reach the table next to your group of friends to place the beer down on. He made sure rub his shoulders against yours while he did it.

You stumbled backwards crashing into someone behind you.

“Whoa, you alright there y/n?” Payback wondered. You looked up to his tall frame and nodded slowly trying to chase the stars out of your eyes.

“I just got lightheaded for a second.” You shook your head trying to focus your eyes again.

“Too much to drink?” He followed up.

You gave him a look and a friendly middle finger.

“I haven’t had a drop yet Fitch.” You argued back.

The sun shone brightly through the bar windows. It was the middle of the day and yet you found yourself in casual clothing with the your squad, The Daggers. Your squad was extremely elite and everyone seemed to pick up on that tone. You kept a level head about it you weren’t going acting as if you were the shit but you did enjoy some of the perks that came with it.

"Do they really think they are fooling anyone? We all know they are together? Why do they feel like they need to sneak around?" Phoenix commented to Coyote making him laugh.

"I think it's cute... like Romeo and Juliet or Gastby and Daisy!" Bob commented dreamily.

"Bob, you know both of those stories have terrible endings right?" Coyote shot back.

"Given that it is Hangman and Renegade... it could go either way.” Bob shrugged before eyeing his next shot of the pool game.

"Alright but hear me out... what if we lock them in a closet until they confess that they are together?" Rooster asked.

The group dropped the subject quickly as they saw Hangman stiffen at the sight of you speaking with another pilot closely he clenched his jaw tightly ignited in a fury. He advanced on you and grabbed your wrist tightly. Roughly he guided you outside to the back of the bar.

“What the fuck was that Ren? Since when do you throw yourself at other guys?" He growled.

"Why do you care Bagman? It's not like you would ever date me in a million years right?" You teased knowing you were pushing his buttons.

He stood his ground staring you down before he leaned forward to kiss you. You raised your hand and struck him on the cheek quickly. Your chest heaved up and down and so did his. The tension in the air was so incredibly thick it made it hard to breathe.

“What was that for?” He asked before resuming his advance on your lips.

You slapped him lightly again.

“Ren-“

Thwack

“God damnit! Stop!” He growled his cheek now red.

You smirked before giving him one final slap for good measure. He couldn’t be too confident thinking he had all the power. You were a force to be reckoned with too.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You challenge him.

Jake doesn't even respond to you he just continues to eye the soft spot on your neck. He looked like he was ready to devour you.

“What are you going to do about it?” You asked again.

Jake pushed you roughly against the wall and his body followed laying his whole body weight against you. He grabbed your hands and held them above your head pinned tightly to the wall. With his free hand he grabbed your waist pulling it closer to him.

"What the the fuck are you doing?" You asked him as his hand roamed south to your skirt.

“Showing you what I'm going to do about it. You want to be a brat? I'll show you, brat." He practically spat as he pushed your skirt upwards. Your heart fluttered dangerously changing your rhythm. The lust in his green eyes darkened them to the point of changing color entirely.

His finger gently snaked upwards towards the wetness that now pooled on your panties. You were incredibly wet for him. It didn’t surprise you though you had been wanting this for forever. Every glance. Every snide comment he made just fueled your body. It was like he was begging you to just fall into his grasp. Well now you were here and he was teasing you endlessly. He swirled his long finger around your aching bundle of nerves.

“Either stick your finger in me or not Hangman.” You growled not wanting to wait anymore. The anticipation in your chest felt as if you were having a heart attack. It was heavy and hard to breathe you needed him to release you from the feeling.

“Say my name darlin’ and ask nicely.” He was in the mood for games. You weren’t. He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes.

You glared at him deciding if you’re were going to give in or not. He removed his finger from your wetness and made you whimper. You tried to reach out instinctually to grab his hand a place it back where it belonged but he held your hands down further making you groan.

“Hangman. I need you to fuck me please.” You practically begged an almost tearful tone came from you.

“That’s all you had to say baby.” He stated with a smug smile before dropping his height so that his face was level with your skirt. He released your hands and used both of his now skillfully and carefully. He slid your lace panties down to your ankles and spread your legs wide apart before burying his face in your sweet wet nectar he had been in chase of. He nudged your clit with his nose making you nearly drop to your knees yourself. The feel of his tongue on your sensitive skin brought a level of ecstasy you didn’t know you could achieve. You had always dreamed of what it would feel like but you never imagined it would feel this good. This man was an expert as he sucked and licked in all of the right places.

He gave you the tiniest nibble making you nearly shriek as you tried to stay standing. He grabbed onto your hips and held on to them tightly moving you with his bobbing head. He growled slightly against your swollen clit. The moan that came out of your throat was downright pornographic. You grabbed his hair and held on as you guided his head farther into you. Honestly you could stay here forever.

“Cum for me baby. I need a drink I’m fucking thirsty.” He stated his lips still firmly inside your folds adding more to your pleasure. He didn’t need to tell you twice it only took one more long and deep suck before you were coming undone. It was Jakes turn to moan as you praised him by the way he liked to hear.

“Hangman.” You whispered as you let your body ride out the orgasm a little longer.

“Whoa! Shit! I’m sorry!” You heard a familiar voice say. Your eyes snapped open and you looked to the left. Your orgasm instantly gone but the effects from it still lingering. You tried to see the face of the intruder through the stars still in your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it Rooster. It isn’t the first time you’ve walked in on me.” Hangman slyly stated before winking at you and then wiping his absolutely soaked mouth.

He slid your panties back up before slapping your pussy for added measure. It took your breath away.

“We’ll finish that later sweetheart.” He rubbed your cheek and you closed your eyes at his touch. Every touch he gave you felt like you were in a trance. It set fire to your skin and you wanted more.

“I wanna see you fucked out of your kind and cockdrunk off of me darlin’ and what I want I tend to get.” He stated before walking off leaving you reeling.

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venusiangguk · 3 years ago

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the art of waiting | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 3.9k

>>warnings: just fun n casual times 😁, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, gross domestic flirting 🙄, orgasms, nari is there but shh she is dreaming, overstimulation, dirty talk, jreampies are back babyyy, oral (f), panty stuffing, biting lol, kisses 😚, butterfly baby clip, unprotected sex <3, they missed each other 🤧, fingering, blushing

>>notes: those pajamas really got me bro 😔 also this is just a drabble and can be read as a stand alone <3 if u are concerned about order tho, this comes after the art of craving!!

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: jks back from his business trip, and he’s wearing new pjs... you must get his face between your legs

When Jeongguk walks into his room after checking on his sleeping baby, you’re nowhere to be seen. Until he takes a few steps over to his walk in closet.

You’re in the process of slipping into one of his large oversized carhartt shirts. The soft grey material flows over your body, over your tits, then your tummy and the little jewel dangling from it. Then over your tiny panties until it rests on your thighs. Your freshly washed head of hair pops out and you let out a squeak of surprise when you see him resting against the doorframe, a soft smile on his face.

“Watching me get changed?” you scold with a quirked brow.

Jeongguk’s eyes get those little puffs under them as he tries not to smile, he runs a tattooed hand through his own freshly washed hair, unabashedly lets his eyes drag over you. “Stealing my clothes?”

You pout, run your fingers over the silks and satins and cottons hanging up next to you. “Didn’t know I was gonna stay the night… forgot to bring my own jammies.”

“Ahhh,” he says, bracing himself against the frame, his shoulder on it as he folds his arms underneath his pecs, his biceps rounding out. “You forget them every time you come over… yet somehow remember everything else… your toothbrush… skincare… a change of clothes for tomorrow...”

“Must have just slipped my mind.”

He laughs, turns and walks into his bathroom, talking over his shoulder as you follow behind him. “I feel a little overdressed now.”

The jar of Kiehl’s in his hand is open, and he uses his ring finger to tap some of the white cream onto his face. He giggles lightly as he watches you ogle him through the mirror. “You’re so shameless…”

You shrug, because of course you are. How could you not be?

Clad in an actual see-through, olive pajama set that has the prettiest knit pattern to it... Jeongguk looks very good. The shirt is a bit oversized, yet well fitted, unbuttoned enough for his sternum and clavicles to make an appearance. His briefs kept him modest during Moana, little Nari cuddling in his lap as she watched with the same big round eyes as her dad.

The bathroom light hits him just right, shining through the tiny holes in his buttoned top, showcasing the lithe cut of his waist. The skin of his shoulders peeks through where their broad length fills the shirt out, slightly sunkissed from all the days out in the garden. The way that his tattoos show through the material makes you sigh. He really is so dreamy, so attractive– and though sometimes he can be so sweet and shy– he’s so confident in himself and his style.

You pad over to him and grab his hips, turning him around. With your chin against his chest you look up at him. “I don’t think you’re overdressed, I think you look very sexy and handsome and very much like a Da–” His finger on your lips shushes you as he playfully narrows his eyes at you.

Your lashes flutter as you blink up at him. Then your hands find his face, fingertips gently rubbing his moisturizer in for him, though his cropped haircut makes it hard for you to properly get his forehead. Leaning around him, you scour the counter until you spot what you’re looking for.

Nari’s light purple butterfly baby clip is small, but it does what it needs to as you pin back some of his bangs. A few little flyaways slip out, but they just dust over his forehead and don’t hinder you too much while you finish up with his moisturizer. You’re so focused on your task that when you bring your attention back to Jeongguk as a whole and not just Jeongguk’s clear, smooth, poreless skin, you get a little shy under his gaze.

He has a gentle smile on his lips as he looks down at you. And his eyes are doing that thing. Where they shine and twinkle and you can just see the way he adores you and it makes you squirm a little, fighting a smile of your own, willing your heart to beat steady and not skip too many beats. He presses into the palm you still have on his face, turns a little to press a soft kiss to the skin.

“What are you looking at?” you whisper.

He shakes his head a little, another little piece of hair slipping from the baby clip at his temple. “Just you.”

You blush, and clear your throat a little, hands falling from his face to smooth over his shoulders, his chest, his toned tummy. Your pinky nail catches on one of the holes for a second, the light scratch on his skin is enough to make him exhale heavily, his minty breath puffing onto your face.

“Well I’m looking at this lingerie,” He laughs at you and your choice of words, rests his lower back against the counter and pulls you against him with his big hands on your hips. He bunches his shirt a little in his hands when he squeezes at you. “And thinking about how I want you to take it off.”

Jeongguk hums, the laughter in his eyes still making them glimmer. “You take it off…”

His hands move from your hips to your hands resting on his shoulders, and he holds your gaze as he guides them to the top button of his shirt.

And really, your hands shouldn’t be trembling like they are as you undo the black button. You’ve undressed him so many times, touched him even more times than that. But something about tonight– the soft, supple atmosphere that is slowly bleeding into something heavy and exciting– makes the tension sweet, makes the pulse between your legs flutter as more and more of his chest is revealed to you.

“You’re like… so hot,” you murmur as you let your hands roam, rubbing over the smooth hairless skin of his torso. He watches you, and sighs when you place a soft wet kiss to the center of his chest, his eyes lulling shut. “I can’t get over it, every time I see you I’m just like… whoa.”

Jeongguk scoffs under his breath, smiles with his eyes as you push the shirt off of his shoulders, leaving his top half bare. Your hands make their rounds on his arms now, paying special mind to the one covered in ink. His bicep is meaty in your small hand, and you squeeze at the bulge of it… the ones that’s still visible even when he’s not flexing. You groan softly.

“And you’re getting so strong…”

“I’ve always been strong,” he teases. His voice is soft though, has a little bit more vibrato than usual.

“Yeah but–” You don’t know what comes over you, but you bend some, and then barely sink your teeth into the meaty part of his muscle. A sigh falls from your lips when you hear Jeongguk gasp out a moan, and you kiss over the faint teeth marks you left behind.

“I don’t know,” you continue absently, words kissed into his skin and you make your way over to his chest. You wrap your lips around a nipple, and his head falls back as he whispers a soft whine of your name. His hands come to your hair, and he massages at your scalp as he lets out heavy breaths, trying to slyly keep you there; lapping at his chest. You pull away to say, “Just lately– I want you so bad.”

“Just because we haven't seen each other in a while,” he says, pulling you up to his level. He cups your face, presses kisses all over– your jaw, your cheeks, your neck.

“Maybe,” you sigh under all the affection, and your pussy is leaking in your panties as you rub your thighs together. “Will you… wanna cum from your mouth tonight…”

You feel him press a smile into your neck, and then he nods. “Yeah, can do that for you… always gonna give you what you want.”

His lips find yours and they stay connected as he guides you from the bathroom to the bed just a few feet away. As you crawl up the bed, Jeongguk crawls with you, quiet giggles sneaking in between the kisses, until he settles over your body, lying between your open legs.

He takes his time, kissing you, letting his hands explore underneath his shirt. Licks into your mouth when your nipples pebble under his touch. Your back arches and your hips cant against him, his cock hard against the wet fabric of your panties.

“I missed you,” he says quietly, his lips slowly moving south. He feels you tense under his hands for the briefest of moments before you melt for him, sighing softly.

“Missed you, too,” you say as you lift yourself up some to help him get his shirt off of your body.

Jeongguk hums as his hands palm at your body. The smallest part of your waist, the plush swell of your tits pillowed on your chest, the soft part of your inner thighs. He flicks his gaze up to you when he toys with the small bow on the lace trim of your panties. You push into his touch eagerly, and it makes him smile as he leans down again, kissing down your tummy while his hands grip your tits.

He rolls them in his hands, pinches at your nipple while his tongue comes out to play with the charm in your belly button, before swirling around it and placing light sucking kisses. Your breath shakes, and the muscles in your tummy jump at the teasing.

He’s looking up at you again and you laugh lightly, the butterfly clip making it easy to see his eyes, how dark they are, as he trails farther and farther down. You tense in anticipation when he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, kissing every inch of skin that appears as he slowly tugs them down.

At the first sweet kiss to your slit, you gasp, head turning into your shoulder. You missed this, having him between your legs, feeling the way he takes his time like he’s savoring you. His business trip wasn’t that long, only a week, but conflicting schedules made it difficult to see each other until now. The wait is worth it though when you feel his tongue on your clit.

He pulls away to scold you, your gasp a little too loud. “Hush, you have to be good.” He gives you a pointed look while he settles on his tummy, one leg bent, the curve in his waist sinful as you look down at him. Hooking your legs on his shoulders, he opens you up with two fingers.

His breath is warm when he blows lightly on your glistening cunt, and you tremble. Your breath stutters and you wiggle. So badly just wanting his mouth on you, his lips sucking at your clit, his tongue flicking it and licking inside of you.

“Please, been wanting it for days, been waiting for you,” you pant, hands at your tits.

“Yeah?” Jeongguk asks, as he slicks his middle finger up with his spit. He watches your face, as he sinks it inside of you. How your brows furrow and eyes scrunch at first, and then how your mouth parts and a sigh leaks out. He puffs out a soft moan when your legs spread wider, falling off his shoulders and to the bed, the desire thrumming through your body coming out in subtle, unconscious actions that make his cock jump in his pants. He gingerly rubs against the mattress beneath him.

You nod, as you swallow thickly. Your eyes are shut as he works his finger, curling it on the pull out. “Thought about you when I touched myself,” you tell him bluntly.

Jeongguk laughs, works a second finger in. “Even though we played over the phone? You still needed to get off?”

Heating up a little in embarrassment, you tell him that you guys didn't play every night, and he laughs again, says something about how you’re so wanting, so insatiable. You just moan in agreement because it’s true. Nobody has ever fucked you the way he does, nobody’s ever made you feel the way he does, you’ve never yearned for someone the way that you do him. Your body always wants him, craves him. Was just waiting for him while he was away.

It's obvious how much you want him by the sounds that fill the room when he starts to finger you faster, replacing the teasing strokes inside of you with fast, curling pushes and pulls. The noises are wet and nasty, and you’re doing your best to be quiet, the soft stuttering moans falling from your lips are high pitched and so sweet Jeongguk could just drink them down. You get a little louder though, when you start to work your pussy over his fingers, meeting the thrust of his hand with a roll of your hips.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, removing them. “Quiet, baby.”

You don’t have the chance to whine because finally. Finally, Jeongguk wraps his lips around your clit. With your mouth parted in a silent moan, you look down at him. The clip in his hair is doing barely anything now, his bangs falling into his eyes. Which is no good– you want to see him, watch him as he makes you cum.

The clip gets plucked from his hair and you run a hand through it, pulling a little when he gives a particularly good lick, your head falling back distractedly before you get back to pinning his bangs again. You see the way his eyes get the puffs under them as he smiles as best he can when his lips are tucked between your folds, his tongue licking and has his mouth sucking at you.

His smile makes you smile back, a breathless moan floating through the air.

“Feels so fucking good,” you whisper lewdly, flopping to your back, you hands going to your hair as your try to keep still for him. But the pleasure is so intense, so strong after not feeling his touch for more than a week. Your body has a mind of its own as your begin to wiggle, your hips jumping when he gives quick licks to your clit.

Jeongguk sucks your clit into his mouth quickly before pulling off with a small little pop! sound. “You’re so sensitive, today,” he observes, rubbing his fingers all over your spit slick cunt.

“Yeah, don’t stop,” you say matter of factly, bringing your legs to his shoulder again, using your toes to tap urgently at his back.

He nips at your mons playfully before licking with the flat of his tongue all over your cunt, almost like he’s trying to clean you up before making a mess of you all over again.

Jeongguk ruts into the mattress while he eats your cunt, the barely restrained, whiny moans that you keep letting out make his cock throb. He moans against you, the slightly rough, knitted material a strange yet pleasant feeling against the sensitive briefs covered head of his cock.

Soon enough, he brings his hand down to his cock, working to get himself free. This makes the ministrations of his tongue sloppy and you look down at him to see what going on. You see how hard and flushed his cock is in his tattooed band as he strokes over himself lazily.

“You like eating my pussy that much?” you ask, trying to tease, but it comes out whiny and awestruck.

Jeongguk is shameless as he nods, pulling back only to say, “Yeah, love your pussy,” before getting right back to making you feel good.

Your cunt pulses when you think about Jeongguk getting so much pleasure just from going down on you, how he’s so hard just from licking at your pussy and tasting how you leak for him. You start to lock up, the rush beginning to curling in your belly.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum Jeongguk…” you say, head turning to the side, hands coming up to pull at the pillow under your head.

And then Jeongguk pulls away.

You throw your head, back frustrated, but Jeongguk speaks up, presses a light kiss to your clit. “Have you already forgotten what to say when you’re close? What you’re supposed to ask?”

You remember before he even finishes his sentence. “Can I cum, please, please– need to,” you chant, tapping at his back again with your feet.

He hums a affirmative, and you almost cry in relief, but when you feel him move from his place between your legs the emotions turn frantic instead of relieved.

Your eyes were closed before so when you look up to see Jeongguk over you, they grow wide. He’s smiling at you, a light blush on his cheeks.

“I need you to be quiet when I finish you okay?” he says, tone gentle.

You nod.

“But I don’t think you can do that,” he tells you.

You shake your head. “I can– I can I promise, please–”

“Shh,” he says, laughing and kissing your nose. “I’m gonna let you cum, don’t worry… Just– I have something that should help you keep it down?” He says it like a question, because as he’s speaking he’s bringing up a hand that has a scrunched up piece of fabric in it. A tiny little bow peeking out from between his fingers.

The blush on your cheeks is fervent, but you silently just open your mouth, and Jeongguk silently pushes your panties inside, the bow now peeping out at the corner of your lips.

Jeongguk looks you over, sighs a shaky breath when he pets at your hair, smoothing some of the flyaways that sprouted from your squirming. “Good?” he asks.

You nod.

“So pretty, such a good girl,” he says, kissing your cheek, “You can cum, gonna make you cum now.”

Having been so close before, it doesn't take much at all to get you reeling again. That hot build up in your lower belly comes to a head with just a few expertly placed licks and a couple perfectly timed sucks. Jeongguk moans when he feels that way your clit pulses in his mouth as you get closer and closer, the hand he has on his cock now flying up and down.

The panties in your mouth make your warning moans sound strangled and gargled, but Jeongguk knows you’re cumming when those rapid breaths start to make your chest rise and fall and when your hands start grabbing wherever they can reach, one in the pillow, one in his sheets. Your legs shake and tremble by his head and they squeeze around him when the string snaps, your body curling it on itself.

Your hands fly to his hair, and they’re pulling and keeping him close, keeping him lapping at your clit, until they start to push him away when your body starts twitching. The baby clip that was in his hair is long forgotten and lost in the sheets by the time your hands leave his locks.

Jeongguk is quick when he gets to his knees and positions himself with his cock just barely kissing your center.

“Can I cum inside?” he asks, with an urgency to his tone as his hand continues to work over himself.

You’re a bit delirious, and the panties are still in your mouth when you lazily nod, and try to keep your still shaking legs open for him. The first thrust inside is slow but slick, and it’s a swift movement, you pussy soaked and so warm and tight around him, like velvet on his cock when he bottoms out. Your back arches, and thank god for the panties in your mouth because even the muffled moan is loud in the quiet of his home.

You watch him, as he pushes fast, frantic thrusts into your cunt, like he’s already so close just from his hand and the taste of you on his tongue. His hand comes up to your bouncing tits, squeezing while his other hand is braced on the back of your thigh.

He only needs a few slick pumps into your cunt before he’s there.

“Gonna fucking cum–” he whispers, his eyes squeezed shut above you, and his brows furrowed. He rolls his lips between his teeth like he’s concentrating and then his expression breaks into one of bliss so pure it almost looks painful.

The softest, controlled moans fall from his lips as he pulls back to look down and see the way his cock pulses and throbs in your pussy. He just watches as he fills you up, catches his breath a little before he starts to push and pull lazy, milking strokes.

The way his cum starts to leak out of you and down to his sheets is obscene. There’s so much and it’s so messy that some gets onto his see-through pajamas that he still has on, that waist band tucked underneath his balls.

You see and whine because you actually really like that set and don’t want it getting ruined. You don’t say much, however, seeing as your panties are still in your mouth as you watch him, a tiredness settling into your limbs

Jeongguk ignores you, grabs the base of his slowly softening cock as he pulls out. He rubs the mess around a little more with the tip of his cock, and he smiles when he hears the muffled cry as he grazes you clit. He has mercy, thankfully, and gets up to head to the bathroom after plucking the panties from your mouth.

Barely still awake when he gets back, you feel him clean you up with a warm washcloth, and you shy away a little from still being sensitive and Jeongguk coos, kisses your bent knee.

“Thank you,” you say drowsily.

Jeongguk purrs, has a smile coloring his voice when he says, “You remembered.”

He walks away again, tossing the dirtied towel in the laundry hamper. It’s barely a couple of minutes when he walks back into his room with water in his hands.

You take it gratefully and drink your share before handing it back to him so you both can share. The domesticity isn’t lost on you, but you tuck the thought away. Instead opting to say, “You came inside me.”

Jeongguk pauses for a moment, takes a sip of water. “I did, yes.”

“Why?”

He pauses again, trying to think of whether or not he did something wrong. “Because I wanted to? I asked first…” He feels a little like a child that is about to get scolded.

“No, no– I know, but why?” you stress, “I thought that was a no no for us?”

“Oh,” Jeongguk says, catching on at last. “I did a lot of research when I was gone. You were right, the IUD’s are like very effective.”

You give him a flat stare. “I have literally been telling you that for months.”

He shrugs sheepishly, reaching to put the glass on his nightstand. He is naked just like you. “Sorry, I was scared.”

You chuckle before flopping back onto the pillow. “Just think about all the creampies I missed out on,” you say wistfully.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but cuddles up behind you, telling you he will give you more if you quit whining.

Sleep comes quickly when you stop running your mouth.

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hello!!! thank u for reading another lil dilf jk drabble from meee <3 sorry nari was mia jk n oc needed some alone time 🙄 i hope u liked this one!! and i promise the next dilf jk installment will progress the plot lmao 💀 anywayyy, pls reblog, like, comment, send an ask if u enjoyed!! love feedback always helps and i love talking to u guys!! ciao !! 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

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moneymasnn · 3 years ago

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Flower girl and Her Football boys| A Mason Mount And Ben Chilwell Love Triangle

Chapter 10 The final pov:

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Notes: Im actually so sorry for how long it has taken me to write this lol, but I won't lie I kinda lost motivation for It. well this is the ending, dont be mad lol but I think I went with the best option! Im sorry in advance for the broken heart lmao. But I'm sorry if there is any mistakes, I love you all thank you for reading and liking!!!!!!!

Warnings: Contains swearing, SMUT, and a broken heart I'm sorry :((

Your palms were sticky and sweaty, your skin felt almost sticky, your hair looked frizzy and your clothes felt like they were suffocating you.

All simple signs of anxiety you suppose.

But anxiety over what? Just the fact the time is currently 6:49pm, reading you had exactly eleven minutes to get your shit together before at exactly 7pm when your ex "situationship", if you can even call it that, would be at your door collecting you for a meal with his family.

You had spend the last hour perched upon the soft carpet on your bedroom floor, your legs crossed as you delicately brush some rose to your cheeks in your mirror. No music blasting in the background like usual, no distant hum of the tv echoing though your home, just silence. Silence so you could think about how you had managed to get yourself in this mess today, but was it really a mess?

If you were to ask Mason, he his brain simply wouldn't correlate it to be a mess, just a mere problem that he was willing to solve.

So when he knocked on your front door at exactly 6:59pm, smartly dressed and stood up straight with a bunch of red roses his mother had forced him to pick up from the shop on his way to get you. His hair blew in the wind as he let out a long deep breath, hoping you wouldn't notice his nerves.

He felt wrong doing this, you both hadn't spoke in three months, and the first time you did would be in his favourite Turkish restaurant with the rest of his family.

He knew you needed to speak first, but mason was silently hoping you would pretend with him for a night, pretend that life was perfect and you didn't fuck his best friend.

Mason tenses as the thought flashed though his mind, the whole reason he wasn't speaking to you in the first place. If he was to sit down and write a list of the things that went wrong in your "situationship" you would have appeared as a walking red flag. But mason was willing to ignore every sign that told him he should walk away, instead he followed his heart, because as much as he hated to admit it, his heart wouldn't allow him to ever forget you.

When you pulled on your shoes and opened the door the first thing you saw was Masons wide girin, as his eyes sparked as his gaze lingered over your figure for a moment. His hands were cliched around the bouquet, the top button of his shirt was undone and his trainers were pristine, he hadn't changed at all.

"Hi." Was all he managed to say as he extended an arm to wrap around you in a quick hug. But he couldn't help bur feel every fear melt away as his arm brushed your shoulder, even if it was for a second.

"These are for you." He had that's stupid school boy grin on his face that always managed to erupt butterfly's in you.

"Thank you mase."

After a moment of silence when you ran to place the flowers in your kitchen Mason leaned on your door frame, trying to steady his breath and compose himself. But he couldn't wipe his smile as he watched you approach him at the door again.

"Ready?"

In the car was just you and Mason, his mum opting to take two cars since you wouldn't all fit into one. Nevertheless, it gave a huge window of opportunity for the both of you to talk about literally anything, but instead the only voice to fill the car was the faint muffle of roman kemp on radio one.

The car ride was short but as you parked up and Mason turned off the ignition he sighed and turned to you as a sigh he had something to say, causing your eyes to be glued to him.

"Y/n, I havent- i havent said anything to my family, so I think my mum has this idea that we've been dating for like the last six months. I know that might make you feel awkward or uncomfortable but I didn't really have the heart to explain to my mum why we stoped, you know, talking but if you-"

"Mase, its okay. Let's not overthink this." You cut off his nervous rambling, trying to calm him down.

"Yeah." He awkwardly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Im not really sure what this is, but if it is a a second chance, I really appreciate it, mase."

Mason just flashed you a warm smile before he had dashed out the drivers seat, slightly sliding across the bonnet of his car so he could open your door for you.

"Such a gentleman." you smiled.

"Always."

The dinner was far from awkward, you spent most of your time tuning in and out of conversation with Masons family. Paying most of your attention to his niece, who was handing you crayons to help her draw.

You couldn't help but fawn over they way his gorgeous chocolate eyes glisten whenever he made summer giggle, pointing out how adorable her two little front teeth were.

The conversation about yours and masons current relationship status hadn't happened yet, which had eased a lot of tension between the two of you, taking a weight off your sholders.

You didn't think your staring was that obvious, but clearly it was when behind you Masons mum was fawning over the way you looked at her son.

"So y/n, I take it we'll be seeing you on Friday?" Masons mum had asked you.

The final. The game, for some odd reason, Ben had tried so hard to desperately to drag you too.

Masons head popped up at the question, he was about to technically invite you there and then, but your words had stoped him.

"I think so. Ben got my brother some tickets for his birthday, but I'm still not sure if I'm going yet." You thought it was better to have just pulled the plaster off, not wanting mason to find out sooner or later who had already invited you to the match.

Masons jaw clench look hadn't gone unnoticed by you, or his mother.

"Ben? As in our chilly?" Masons mum smiled at you as you nodded in a reply.

"That was lovely of him." She smiled turning back to masons dad.

Mason was undoubtedly staring into your side profile, but you refused to be the first to turn to him.

"Ben, huh?" Mason said with raised eyebrows.

"Mhm."

"Do you guys, you know, still talk?" He didn't want to have this conversation at at dinner table with his family, but he had to know what he was getting himself into.

"Occasionally." You shrug it off as a sign he had nothing to worry about. You lent over Mason, picking up the red crayon to carry on drawing on summers colour book.

The dinner flew by, you saw goodbye to moans family as they made their way back now to Portsmouth. Noticing the sly winks of approve his family had given him behind your back, as you noticed the small blush cheer on his cheeks. You're pretty sure you heard his dad say "She's a keeper." And that no doubt made you grow the same colour as a tomato.

When masons had pulled up to your house he had brown to walk you up to the door, ignoring you protests.

"So... will I see you at the bridge on Friday?" Mason smirked, fiddling with his fingers behind his back like a child as he stood on your door step.

"I dont know yet." You giggle.

"I'd love it if you could?" Mason pouted at you, blinking a few times to add to the puppy dog effect he was trying to pull off.

"I think about it." You smirked.

"Night mase." You lent up and kissed his cheek, noticing the pink blush on his cheeks before starting to disappear behind your front door.

He doesn't know what it was that made him do it, the way your hair lingered along the corner of your mouth was enough for him to imagine lifting his thumb to place it on your soft lips, and kiss you the way he had done in the past.

But as you did Masons foot had budged in-between, stopping the door.

"Mason? Your left pinky toe alone is literally worth more than my house and car combined, please don't break it in my door-"

But your sarcastic little comment was interrupted as Mason brought his hands up to your cheeks, cupping both of them as he pulled you in for a harsh passionate kiss.

Mason had stepped award, causing you to step back as he pushed you onto your apartment, slamming the door shut with his foot.

As his impulses took over as he found his hands gripped down on your waist, swiftly moving them down to grab a handful of your arse, causing you to moan in his mouth. Then moving them down again to your thighs and swiftly lifting you up and pushing you against his wall.

His hands moved back up as he squeezed your bum again. He loves the way you moaned into his mouth, as he pulled away for air, but he pulled back on your bottom lips with his teeth.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He said. you just smirked as you peppered kisses all over his nose.

"You know what you've got to do now?" You smiled at him.

"Whats that?" He asked breathlessly, a smile toying on his lips.

"We need to make up for lost time."

Mason smirked as he just pushes his lips back onto yours in a teeth clashing kiss, letting his young rub over yours as he savoured the taste on your lips. And the heated kiss was still never separated, him wanting to hold you as close as possible.

The kiss was full of passion and unspoken words.

But as he was making his way to your stairs, both hands still on your arse he couldn’t wipe the Cheshire Cat smile off his face, as he was finally about to do what he's being dreaming about since the day he walked out your door.

As he got up the first step he heard your breathless moans as he stopped on the first step, placing you down.

Mason got on his knees a few steps blow you, as you figured out what was about to happen. Mason kissed along your thigh, relishing in the way you threw your head back.

"Have you ever been eaten out on your stairs before, y/n?"

You shaved your head in a 'no' suddenly nerve taking over you.

"Use your words baby. Do you want me to make you cum on the stairs?"

"Please, please, mase." You begged him, felling the wetness drip into your panties.

"You wish is my command." He smirks up at you.

He pushed your dress up to your waist, pulling down your lacey thong to your ankles, pulling them off before rolling the up and placing them I his back pocket.

He then pulls his phone put his pocket too look at the time, you frown when you see the look on his face.

"Mase?" You asked, but he interrupted you.

"I promised Nathan I'd pick him up at nine."

"What time is it now?" You frowned, sitting forward to protect your exposed self.

"8:51"

There was a silence as mason pushed his phone back into his pocket, then using his hands to spread your thighs back open.

"Should we see how quick I can make you cum for me?"

He then moved back down as his hand hooked under you thighs, as he threw both your legs over his head, balancing your thighs on his shoulders. As he squeezed your left thing with his hand while peppering hickeys down your right thigh.

"Your on the clock, mount." Referencing to the fact he hasn't touched your core yet.

"Don't worry darling, I'll be quick." You liked this cockiness that was coming out of him, it turned you on like crazy.

He then wasted no time in moving his face down to your core, you moaned out as you could feel his hot breath on your core. Mason could see your wet glistening pussy, and he couldn’t wait to taste you.

Mason hummed as he fattened his tongue over your pussy, before circling around your entrance, saving the taste of you. Before he licks up your slits and lightly flicks his tongue over your clit.

He swirled his tongue around you a few times, before using his fingers to open your slips, spreading your wetness all around. He was slow with his tongue, but he made sure with every swipe he made he was hitting your clit.

You felt almost embarrassed by the state he had you in so quick, your body was sprawled out on the steps as you grabbed onto the handrail due to immense pleasure, you was shocked in how quick he had you feeling you orgasm.

He was right, he is good with his feet, and tongue.

"Mase, I'm gonna cum." You breathless words sent mason in to overdrive, not to mansion adding to the dent in his boxers.

He started to hum into you, flicking his tongue over you clit as he watched you moan out in pleasure.

"Cum for me princess."

He use of the pet name was enough for you fingers to pull on his hair, pushing his face into you as you moaned out in pleasure.

Mason sucked your clit for a while before pulling off with a pop. He knew you would be sensitive, so he blew some air on the nub looking up at your flushed cheeks with a smirk.

He bumped your clit with his nose before speaking up, his warm breath teasing you as he moved up to kiss your lips.

"Who did it better?" He breathed onto your open mouth.

"Mase-"

"Answer the question y/n." He said in a stern voice, kissing your jaw.

"Did he make your thighs shake like this?" Mason says as he wraps his fingers around your shaking thigh.

"No."

Mason leaned back, he looked you up and down like he was staring at art, his art.

Your not really sure what happened next, his phone started to ring, it was Nathan and mason had to leave. Leaving you bunched up on your stairs, you cheeks red as you wondered, what the fuck just happened.

You tried to think about that had happened after the meal, you and mason hands texted since, but eventually, with a lot of convincing from your younger brother, you decide to go.

So there you was, on a gloomy Friday night, sitting in the stands of Stamford Bridge watching as the lights illuminated the pitch.

Your little brother and your sister by your side, as you watched the match play out. The current score being 0-0 at half time, the payers were clearly getting flustered and impatient. You could see a face full of frustration as Masons stomped down the tunnel, so you decided pulled your phone out.

Flower Girl:

I know it probably doesn't mean that much, but i'm watching from the stands and I'm so proud of you no mater the outcome mase.

Its not liked you expected a reply, you most likely would have deleted the message just before the match ended anyway. So when your phone buzzed in your pocket you were shocked at the message that popped up.

It means more than you know x

Was all he had replied, you stared at your phone screen for a while. A slight blush reaching your cheeks as you tried to contain your smile.

The match had resumed and the boys started to walk out the tunnel, you tired to ignore masons occasional glances in the stands, worried he might have been looking for you, and scared that he actually might find you. You didn't really want to hang around after, you want really sure what was going on with the both of you, and it was the fact that Ben was obviously also here.

The match was at the 81st minute, the boys had been awarded 3 minuets extra time. You watches as Mason had provided kai with the perfect link up, giving Kai a perfect opportunity to score.

You stood up in your seat, screaming when the ball hit the back of the net.

They had won.

The whistle was blown and the blues had won the champions league, your heart burst of joy for mason. Making your way down the stands to leave you heard your name being yelled, you tired your hardest to ignore it and carry on walking liked you couldn't hear your name being belted out. But your little brother had beat you to it.

"Y/n, Mason Mounts literally yelling at you!" he smiled as he pointed to mason, who was hanging over the barrier, being pushed back by security a while he tired to climb over the railing.

You giggled at the fact he was being pushed back and shouted at by security. But before you knew it, you was running down the steps to him.

You stood in front of him, the small barrier blocking you from him as his smile gave you butterflies.

"Hey." he breathlessly says, rolling his eyes at the ranting security man.

"Hey, champions league winner!" you smile, it was an immediate reaction for you to fling your arms over Masons shoulders.

But it shocked you when he mumbled a quick "jump" as he quickly lifted you over the barrier onto the pitch. Ignoring all the yells from security as he grabbed your had, pulling you further out to the pitch.

You both stood laughing for a while before you realised how much you had missed his smile, his laugh, his little freckles on his nose. And it hit you right then who you wanted. Who you had wanted this whole time. And why it scared you so much to be with him.

You had fallen for him.

"What? Have I got mud on my face ?" Mason questioned at your staring.

"Im really proud mase, you really deserved this." You smiled up at him.

You could see the tears priming in Masons eyes as he hugged you again, properly this time. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his hands want to your waist and back. Pulling you as close as possible.

You melted into the hug the physical contact you craved from him. You heart a few sniffles on your shoulder as you pulled back your head to see his face. His eyes were slightly puffy, and you knew he was holding back tears.

"Hayfever, am I right?" You giggled at the tears priming in his eyes, you knew how much this meant to him, and to be able to share this experience with him felt like an honour.

Mason giggled before placing his head on your shoulder, "Thank you. Thank you for coming." He mumbled into you.

You brushed your hand through his head before pulling away to look into his eyes, you really wanted to kiss him, even if you was standing in the middle of a pitch with prying eyes. You thought about to for a moment, but he had already beat you to it, before he smashed his lips onto yours in a teeth clashing kiss. You tensed at first, but that all to familiar feeling of Masons lips on your was enough to have you melting into the ground.

You hands tightened around his neck as mason leaned into you, his arms wrapped around your back so he could lean your back as far as possible.

When he pulled away he just looked into your eyes, smiling for a second before you both stand up straight, trying to ignore the few whistles coming from fans that were still lingering in the stands. And you brother who had has shouted "My sister just kissed Mason Mount." Loud enough for the whole stadium to hear.

"Y/n?"

"Mase." You smiled up at him.

"Do you think by any chance I can take you on a second first date?"

You giggled up at him before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle peck to his lips, "Does that answer your question?"

"Mhm... Not really I think I need another one?" Mason smirked as you stared to peppered kissed all over his face.

"Your coming back to mine after this." He told you.

"Is that so?' You smirked at him.

"Mhm, I need to finish what I started the other night." He smirked, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as your arms wrapped around his torso.

What you didn't know was Ben had watched the whole interaction from the sidelines, although there was this slight pit in the bottom of his stomach. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of both of you happy together.

Mason had noticed you look over to Ben, sympathy in your eyes as Mason nudged your shoulder, signalling to you to go over to him.

"Go to him." Mason shrugged with a smile.

"Are you sure-"

"Y/n, it's okay."

You smiled up at mase, placing a small kiss on the top of his cheek bone before walking over to the side of the pitch to where Ben was standing.

"Hey you." Ben smiled as he wrapped you on a quick hug. You mumbled a hi before pulling out of the hug.

"Ben, listen I-"

“Y/n. Its okay. Honestly, I’m okay, we’re okay.” He said, his voice cracking slightly, as he watched the tears brimming in your eyes.

You knew you was going to have to break a heart, or two, but you had never imagined it to hurt you this much.

"Im still sorry, for what i've put you through. You didn't deserve that, Ben." You try push your tears back and force a smile.

“I just think,” He sighed, taking in a deep breath.

"I just think, I think that there was this part of me that wanted to love you, but I guess I just didn't know how. And probably the fact I was too late.” Ben admitted.

You felt your heart drop at his words.

"Ben, I really am so-" but he interrupted you, not wanting any pity.

"Dont apologise for how you feel, y/n. You're a wonderful girl, and you make him happy, he deserves to be happy, and so do you. Plus, who am I to stand in the way of love." Ben bumps your shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you, Benjamin."

"I really hope you find someone who will give to you what I couldn't." you told him

"Me too."

"Were still best friends, right?" he asks you, genuinely concerned that he docent want to lose your friendship over this, and deep down you knew he was secretly meaning mason too.

"Of corse, silly." you smiled up at him.

Ben just flashes you the warmest smile before wrapping his arm over you shoulder and kissing the top of your head.

"Just make sure your first born is called Ben, then I guess we're even." Ben giggles.

"Theres no way in hell I'm naming my child Ben."

"Oi!" he smiled, nudging your arm.

You didn't know it at the time, because all you could feel was guilt. But you chat with Ben meant more than you knew. Because deep down, he was happy to just have his friends back.

They celebrations had finished and you had made you way to the hotel Chelsea were partying in with Mason. You had a few drinks, danced with mason. And you heart even swelled as you watched Ben approach mason at the bar, ending in them hugging each other tightly.

But after the night was worn out, Mason had chased you along dimly lit hallways, your shoes in his hands since your feet were sore, as you both raced to the door.

He kissed your lips as he slid in his key card.

"You really are beautfull, you know that? Prettiest girl in the world!!" He screamed, causing you to giggle, he was slightly drunk. Well actually the both of you were battered.

"Mason! Shhh" You giggled. "Were in a hotel, idiot!" You whisper shouted at him.

"I don't care, I want everyone to know that I have the prettiest girlfriend ever." He said as he listed a finger to tap you nose, a small little 'boop' leaving his lips.

"Shame, because I'm not your girlfriend." You smirk at him.

"You will be." He laughs, he found his hands gripped down on your waist, then moving them down to your thighs and swiftly lifting you up, attaching his lips to yours.

His hands moved up as he squeezed your bum. Causing you to moan into his mouth, but the heated kiss was still never separated, him wanting to hold you as close as possible.

He pulled away as he got to the edge of the bed, throwing you down and climbing over you. You fawned over the rise and fall of his toned chest as you scrambled to rip his top off. Tracing your hands up his toned torso and the medal that was still hanging around his neck. When mason noticed this he pulled the medal off, placing it over you head and letting It drop to your chest. You smiled at his smiled at his small action, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

He places his forehead on yours, smiling as he could feel your warm breath on his nose.

“Have i ever told you how beautiful you are when you moan for me?”

You run your fingers along his naked biceps, before looking into his eyes with a smirk.

“I don’t think so?” You tried so hard to wipe the smile off your face as you watched him dip his fingers under the hem of your jeans.

“I guess I’ll have to show you what I mean then.”

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years ago

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this. (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #avengers x reader #emwrites

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messwriting · 4 years ago

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Written for the Whorehouse Compilation [RAW DOG 1080p] (Try Not To CUM) Collab: Masterlist.

Open wide: the Doctor is IN

Shirabu Keijiro x Female Reader

Doctor Shirabu gives you a very special treatment on your first appointment.

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: I’m sorry for being this late to the party. The cursed porn search we all have looked at least once (some... lots of times hehehe). THANKS TO @dymphnasprose for the little porn search bar i love them so much ;-; <3 My (very) late contribution to the Whorehouse Server CUMpilation. Thanks for letting me participate Miki! Doctor Shirabu is ready to see you now.

Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT. CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT. DOCTOR/PATIENT. MEDICAL PLAY. INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHES. WRONG GYNECOLOGICAL EXAM. Breast exam but not really. Corruption Kink. MEDICAL KINK. Use of medical equipment in inappropriate ways. ANAL PLAY. Established relationship clarified at the end: role-play. Poorly researched medical stuff. Overuse of Good Girl.

Word count: ~4.4k

You’re such a cute little thing.

Sitting on top of the big, pristine examination table, waiting for him while wearing an easy summer dress, square heels dangling from one side to the other as your hands fumble with your own fingers on your lap, eyes flying to him immediately as he enters the close space - big, bright eyes shining in the dull white hospital room, framed by beautiful eyelashes and soft makeup. Your tempting lips are almost deployed of lipstick from as much your teeth have punished the plush flesh.

“Hello.” Shirabu greets you with an easy smile, one that he doesn’t really use despite the little effort it takes.

“Oh, hi Doctor.” There’s an anxious smile on your lips and Shirabu feels a tingle start on his fingertips, climb his arm, spread down his back to burn in his guts. You’re so pretty when you’re nervous.

“How are we today? You can come and sit by the chair first.” Shirabu moves calmly, closing the door behind him; carefully turning the key without bringing attention. He’s still testing the waters but he can gather that you’re a trusting one, waiting to hear from him what exactly you need to do and then do it.

“Ahhh, um… I’m good, just came for my annual checkup.” You say while taking a seat on the chairs, only risking one look up at his face, then lowering those eyes onto his coat, clearly reading his name. Your expression seems surprised… but pleased. Is it because he’s young or because he’s attractive? Shirabu can’t decide, but there’s a clear smile in his lips as he looks you over, then circles his way to sit behind the table.

“Is this your first time here? If not, when was your last appointment?”

“Actually,” Your eyes meet his when your head angles up and you scurry them down as if you’re embarrassed. Your lips are once again suffering under your teeth before you free them and speak, “It’s my first. Like, ever.”

“Oh,” Shirabu let’s slip with a breath. There’s too much joy in that little sigh and in his tone when he asks, “Really?”

Your head goes up and down first, fingers fumbling, then you seem to remember that you need to speak with him, “Yes.”

“Do you have a medical file here already? Any complaints I should know?” Shirabu covers the usual bases first, calmly checking his agenda and time, how much he can have with you and how he can extend it.

“Hm… No complaints, except…” You fall silent for a moment and Shirabu can feel the burning in your face all the way through the table.

“It’s okay.” He’s quick to tranquilize you, “I’m your Doctor, you can tell me anything.”

“I think my birth-control is… uh, how can I say this? Making me… a little numb?” You tell him in a low voice, a hint of worry slipping through as you try to send him a little embarrassed smile as if you’re worried he may feel bad about it.

Shirabu is quick to smile back, so pleased at how you relax and melt back into yourself at the sight of it. He can’t help but think you’re such a good girl. “You didn’t answer the first question, though.”

“It’s my first time in the clinic as well. A friend of mine recommended it to me.” You give a precious little giggle as if your nervousness scrambles your train of thought and Shirabu thinks it’s endearing, especially the fact that you’re a pretty little thing who doesn’t know best and you’ve ended right on his lap.

Well, he plans to make the most of it.

“Hmm, understood. So, Miss… Is it Miss?” Shirabu sends you a charming smile, one he knows it’s good, and your eyes seem to flash with something at the sight of it, your throat bobbing right before your lips split in a little smile.

“Yes,” you giggle his way with a little roll of your eyes, as if it’s obvious and he makes a surprised face along with another dazzling smile. Shirabu has smiled more in the last ten minutes than n his whole week and he’s face will soon protest.

“Really? You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had already planted a ring on your finger.” God knows he would, and as fast as he could, too.

You bite at your lips to avoid a smile planting itself in your face, eyes fleeing from his as your hands fist your dress and you left a little breathy laugh out. As if he’s being ridiculous.

“Okay Miss, so since it’s your first time doing this check-up, I’ll need you to do a few things for me, okay?”

“Sure, Doctor.” God, that shouldn’t mess him up as it does, the hairs on his arm standing on edge at the delicious sound of it in your voice.

“I’ll need you to go to that bathroom right there, strip all your clothes including underwear and change into the paper gown that’s right on top of a cabinet there. Leave the opening to the front and then come back to sit at that examination table right there. Can you do this for me?”

“Of course, Doctor.” Warmth spreads from his body, rolls thick with his blood around his limbs and starts concentrating south. Jesus, you’ll be his demise like this.

“Good. Now go.”

Once you’re out of sight, Shirabu makes arrangements. And when you come back, clad in nothing but a paper-thin gown that leaves little to the imagination, he buttons his coat as long as it goes. Just to be sure.

His eyes thread carefully over your barely concealed body, enthralled by how your breathing comes in quick puffs of air, goosebumps rising on your skin under the cold temperature of the room. Pressing against the warmth of his palm at the slight touch of his fingers on your shoulder.

“You can sit at the examination table. We’ll start with a breast exam before you lie down, okay?” Shirabu knows his voice is sweeter than usual; carefully built in a trusty tone, words rolling off his mouth a little deeper, a little low - all just so he can assure he has your attention.

“I’ll start with a breast exam and then you can lie down.” He explains his steps one by one, so when he opens the front of the barely existing paper gown, all you do is take a sharp breath and slowly let the air out. So nice. Such a good girl for him.

He carefully brings his fingers to glide over the outskirts of your breasts, pressing on your flesh with steady, slow to warm digits. Shirabu feels as you fidget slowly when he circles the flesh once, slow and deliberate with the pressure he applies. “I’m checking for any unusual lumps around the tissue,” Shirabu tells that so close to your face he can feel the warm wave of air your gasp lets out at his words, and he pretends the little taste does nothing for him despite the way his blood boils in his veins.

He does the same circular motion a second time, then a third time in reverse, and all but grin in his self-satisfied way when he notices the shy nub stand to attention. Your brows are furrowed even from such little stimulation, throat bobbing as your mouth sucks cold puffs of breaths inside your lungs.

Shirabu’s digits slide up your collarbone, then press together in a quick motion from all the way up to under your breast, stealing just the slight touch over your erected nipple.

“Please put your hand over my shoulder,” Shirabu says carefully, detached; and is delighted when you push a little dazed “what” out your swollen lips.

He can’t help but smirk; poor little lamb is lost to the wolf around her - and his claws are already in.

“Like this, honey.” His hand takes yours in his, open your palm with his fingers to press it on his shoulder, a wide-angle that gives him better access and provides for a comfortable examination.

“Hm, okay!” You strangle it out, cute and bashful and Shirabu feels his slacks getting tighter.

“Good,” he breathes close to your face and restarts his movements, digits massaging up and down your chest, right side first as his fingertips get together to start to draw patterns from outside until the center in a repeated motion that ends with just a barely-there, butterfly touch over your nipples as he does a careful glide around the circle.

Your shoulders tremble and curve inwards as your abdomen seizes, hints of your pleasure that Shirabu can pinpoint even without his medical expertise. It makes his heart soars; such a little innocent thing that you can’t even speak up about it, just quietly suffering from the need growing inside you until you’ll burst.

His hand stops under your breast to weigh it, palm covering the extension of flesh as his thumb slides in a fond motion to the sides.

“Now I’ll do the left,” Shirabu announces and feels as you tense, eyes looking up at him in a lost haze even as you blink and nod. There’s a small storm brewing inside your eyes clouding them over, as if you’re struggling to catch up to his fingers, trying to fully wrap around his motions and still falling victim of your innocence, agreeable and placid, trained and directed to respect authority.

Dr. Shirabu knows best, you’re probably thinking as you nod once again, hands grabbing at anything they can to hide their trembling. Then he starts his ministrations by rolling your nipple with his thumb, drawing a gasp from you.

“Oh, sorry,” Shirabu says with fake sorrow before he starts the circling massage around your breasts once again.

A humming agreement is all you answer him, lips pressed together as if you’re embarrassed by the noise you’ve left. Oh, poor little thing.

He can’t wait to ruin you.

Shirabu wonders if you can notice how he changes the motions of his fingers this time around, pressing closer to the center and around the halo of your breast as he kneads the delicious mound with his digits.

Your knees are practically pressed together and you’re struggling to hold your shoulders up in a straight line and Shirabu is absolutely delighted at causing your downfall with such little, fickle things as the point of his fingers.

He waits for the moment where your teeth close sharply over your swollen lips, holding both breath and noise inside, and angles both his hands to press under your breasts, upwards motion that is a good excuse for groping - not that you’d know. Your spine curves as your head turn down in waves of burning hot embarrassment at your own behavior and Shirabu simply has to move before he does something bad.

Well, worst.

“All done,” he tells you with a small curve on his lips as he steps back. You wait for him to turn before letting a breath out, but even that sounds sharp in the silence of the room. Shirabu hides his hands from your eyes in his pockets, fingers twitching in the absence of your smooth skin under his digits.

“Now we’ll pass to the examination.” The little tremble in your frame is enough to add twisting fire into his veins, temperature rising even when the air conditioning is running low. Shirabu does his best in making his voice sound unaffected and neutral, walking over to the stirrups and adjacent dressing table where he keeps his medical gloves.

“You can lie down and put your legs over the supports.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

You obey like a good girl, the simple motion already flashing him the precious skin underneath, legs spread wide open and immobilized. Anxious eyes look for his in reassurance, then seem to think better of it as they fall down to watch your open legs. The view making you squirm once again in the padded table.

So precious.

And trusting.

Your hands are clasped over your belly in an attempt to keep them from fidgeting, eyes eagerly fleeting between Shirabu’s frame and the ceiling. He sends a smile your way as he pulls the chair close to the stirrups and your disconcert is practically charming.

When Shirabu walks over to sit between your open legs, his cock strains against his slacks, immoral coil twisted hard at the small peak of heavenly skin, of glistening folds swollen by the blood flow.

If only he could lick it.

There’s a tremble to your form that he can’t pinpoint, but the wide-open arch of your legs immobile over the stirrups clear are involved in; that, and the pulsating arousal in your center, if the way you’re throbbing open for him is any indication.

Shirabu had considered going slow, threading carefully before taking what he wants, but the fortitude of his mind is being challenged by the view alone: You, laying on the table, legs spread and skin glowing. It’s wicked. Shirabu wishes so much to taste, but he’s snapping his gloves on instead.

“Are you sexually active?” He makes small talk, chair sounding loud in the silent room as he finally takes his place on it.

“I’m, uh, not for a while.”

“Any unprotected intercourse?”

“Hm... N-no.” Huh. Shirabu doubts he was able to hide the motion in his lips signaling that the little slip in your tone isn’t lost. “Are you certain? We may need to do a test, just to be sure.”

Your eyes fleet to him, shining in the artificial illumination, flustered expression as you down them for your clasped hands after. It’s rather endearing to watch as your anxious behavior spike, the way you’re unable to twist or move, pinned there by physical barrier more than just his eyes.

“It’s possible.” You answer him, meek, and he tries not to smile. “But I’ve been on the pill.”

“Ok, then. You mentioned numbness. Did you mean during intercourse or just in general?”

“Sometimes general, but normally when I’m… touching… myself.”

Oh well. What a nice little improvement. His eyes bore on yours between the valley of your legs, the air surrounding you both turning thicker.

“Understood. I’m going to be touching you now.”

You nod, and then gasp when his hands actually touch the inside of your open thighs, a light caress to satiate the need to know how soft and plush you feel, and it’s exactly as much as you look. You suck in a breath slowly, and Shirabu lets his fingers slide up to your hot center.

“I’ll start with the pelvic exam. If you feel any pain or discomfort, just say so.” You nod and he starts slowly, two gloved fingers carefully threading over the swollen labia with acute precision, circling motions as he caresses the underside of your most sensitive place and downwards, rounds the dripping wet entrance, and sliding back up, fingers opening in a “v” motion, a small twirl around the engorged nub above it all. “I’m making an exterior exam, any numbness?”

You nod your negative. Eyes barely holding themselves open, teeth sunk on your lips. “Tell me if you either don’t feel anything or feel anything hurting.”

“Okay,” it’s mostly a whine, breath leaving your mouth as soon as you open it. He descends a third finger over your sex, up and down circling motions that rip a groan from your throat.

“Does anything hurt?” Shirabu’s voice is collected, calm, a stark contrast to the throbbing length in his pants. “Numb?”

“I...don’t think so?” You’re trembling, voice breathless as the stirrups squeaking under the strain of your thighs and Shirabu’s other hand comes up, palm planting over your pelvis, feeling the soft skin and then pressing his palm on it.

“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with sensibility.” He tries to reassure you as his fingers thread to your entrance, indicator slowly tracing the tight circle pulsating in front of his eyes. You’re dripping wet, soaking his gloves and all he can think is what a delicious little patient.

“I’ll be entering you now, okay? There’s no need for the speculum, so I’m performing a touch exam.”

“Oh-kay, doctor,” comes your little gruff voice, putty under his hands and opening up nicely for his fingers when he presses inside. You’re tight, wonderfully so, clinging to his gloved fingers. Shirabu angles them up and deep, your blistering warmth spreading from his digits to his arm and then his whole body.

He’ll have to find a way to “test” you there, as well. He doesn’t retreat his fingers, but he aims the motions of them inside and above, looking for the sensitive place that’s bound to make you-

“Ah!”

There it is. Shirabu chuckles and rounds the place with his digits as your knees buckle inside then angling out, spreading wide. He retreats his fingers, rolling them with a little scissoring, then plunges deeper inside as an excuse of trying to reach your cervix. If only he could use his cock- that’d be way easier.

“And now?” Shirabu asks, wicked. “Any pain? Numbness?”

“N-uhnn-” You try to speak but choke on a soft moan, your hands flying to your face as you swallow and answer him back in a trembling tone, “No.”

“Anything else?” It’s teasing, clearly, but you don’t seem to notice it, dazed eyes searching for him as you wet your mouth before speaking.

“It feels… weird.”

“Really? ” Shirabu spreads his fingers a bit, rolls them to feel around your walls. “Why’s that?”

“I- I don’t know. It’s… good.”

“Hmmm… That’s interesting.” His gloved thumb descends over your labia, rolls over your clitoris with strict precision, fingers angling inside to meticulously hit that special place once again. The table squeaks under the strength of your buckling, open cunt pulsating around his fingers in plain view for his appreciative eyes. “You seem to be a bit oversensitive, not numb.”

“Is that- a problem?” You say between breaths as Shirabu’s thumb rolls over your clit. He’s astonished you don’t question any of his debatable moves, only looking at him with dazed, soft eyes.

“Depends. Do you always leak like this? It can be a condition.” Shirabu presses his palm over your pelvic bone, angle his fingers meticulously and swirl your clitoris with his thumb in firm precision. You moan and immediately recoil in embarrassment, mouth agape in your own surprise. Shirabu scissors his fingers in a rotating motion, inside and out for barely a few seconds and your spine arches off the table, mouth falling in a wide “o” as you tremble on his examination table.

Delicious.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” you answer in a breath.

Shirabu palms his length to release the pressure, cock straining at the soft expression of rapture on your eyes. “Everything seems good inside; But maybe you’re sensitive. I’ll keep that in mind for the next exams.”

“Is it… done?”

“Almost.” Shirabu smiles, but it's a be-ready-for-trouble one. “All we need is the ultrasound for the internal exam.”

“I thought you had just-”

“This one was the touch one, the next one is done with the ultrasound equipment. It will be inserted inside and then I’ll be able to take a good look at your uterus health.”

“Oh, okay.”

You seem focused on catching your breath as your stretched hole keeps winking at him, as if begging for more. Unfortunately, Shirabu has to move on. He pulls the equipment table close, moves the screen to the side and at a fairly inaccessible angle for your eyes. The transducer reminds a wand, long, shaped anatomically thin with a slightly larger head, barely two-fingers girth.

“Have you ever orgasmed before? Sensitive dysfunction can make it harder for women to achieve sexual gratification.”

“I… actually don’t know…”

Shirabu slides a condom on it, drops a generous amount of lube over it and then turns to you with a smile. Your legs twitch and your walls clench and he has a strike of brilliance right there as he eyes the pretty furl of muscle under your pleading pussy.

You yelp as he brings a lubed finger to draw rings over your rear, embarrassed eyes quickly searching for his.

“Doctor?!”

“Oh, sorry. The equipment goes in anally. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No?!” You groan, surprised, a soft breath escaping your lips.

“Sorry. I’m just preparing you, passing something to help it.” Shirabu explains, as a liar, and slowly work you open with his indicator pressing inside - carefully, slowly, with clinical precision until his whole knuckle is inside and your breathing is labored, open pussy throbbing for something he can’t give it to you just yet. How precious. “I’m inserting it now. Please tell me if it hurts.”

Shirabu angles the device on the lubed hole and watches, enthralled, as your ass swallows it’s wider head whole with just the first push, the rest of the body following easily as the tight ring presses the overflowing lube out. Fuck. Shirabu’s cock is weeping uncontrollably inside his slacks and he carefully brings a hand to help with the tightness of his pants, opening it enough to allow his thick length to escape free, but still covered by his lab coat.

Then Shirabu presses the device deeper, the angle sharp. He brings the receptor over your belly, presses way to closer to the apex of your sex. “Does it hurts?”

“No,” you breathe out, dazed.

“Does it feel good?”

“...Yes,” you sigh.

“Hmmm, interesting.” Shirabu retreats it, pretending to angle it somewhere else. He moves the equipment a bit more and your knees tremble as your pussy starts to drip on the floor. Jesus, that’s fucking hot. He leaves the receptor over your skin to fly his hand to his cock, slowly pumping it to relieve the throbbing ache. You’re way too lost in your own pleasure to notice his, and that only makes him more feral.

“You can feel something entering you now, but it’s just another equipment,” Shirabu says as he abandons his aching cock to slide two fingers inside your pleading hole, instead. He’s not even sure you understood his warning. Cute.

“Doctor,” you breathe, almost panicked and Shirabu rolls his thumb over your clit to hear you yelp, your ass tight around the transductor as he scissors his fingers on your wide-open cunt.

“Yes?”

“I feel... “ You sound so wrecked and lost, a shiver wandering down Shirabu’s spine as his throat bobs. Your pussy throbs around his fingers, begging for something it can’t even pinpoint. Poor thing.

“Pain?”

“No? Something… else.” Such a cute breathless voice, chest heaving with rabbit-fast beats that Shirabu almost can feel on his fingers deep inside your soaking walls.

“Pleasure?” He offers, fighting the need to smile at how your confused expression, brows furrowed as you try to think of another word but come ultimately short.

“I…” You start but bite your lips to hold the noise at how he aims at your special spot. Then blink twice, still losing the fight against the thick pleasure fog in your mind. “I guess?”

“Wow.” You’re so honest. Shirabu’s surprise is fairly genuine. He hopes his tone sounds more understanding than completely hungry. “Well… It’s not unusual for patients to feel arousal by exams considering their invasive nature. It’s okay, don’t panic.”

“But,” You start, tense and writhing, but Shirabu stands up, the equipment in your ass changing angle but his eyes are finding yours in the distance.

“It’s okay,” Shirabu repeats and you listen, hazed eyes focused entirely on him. “Take a deep breath.”

You obey so well, mouth opening as you breathe deep, chest filling even when Shirabu slowly edges the equipment out of your tight asshole. The fingers inside your pussy don’t stop, though, and he brings his other hand, now free, to aid him in wrecking you. “Now surrender to it. Let it wash over you…”

“I…” You whine and tense, but then his two hands are gliding over every erogenous zone on your labia with acute expertise, and you let go, bones essentially melting under his ministrations; letting out a soft, obedient, won over, “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He tells you and rotates his fingers in and out, keeping you nice, wet and wide. You’re close. Shirabu can feel it in how you’re swelling around him. “You’re an amazing patient, Miss. Just do as I say and I’m telling you to cum.” That does it, as your head angles back, hands holding yourself and the table as you take a deep breath.

“Yes, doctor,” You whisper and moan, surrendering to the intense orgasm that pulses suddenly through you and quivers around his fingers. It’s beautiful to watch you come undone, legs trembling sharply as they’re held wide open, pussy fluttering in a wave of wetness that joins the puddle on the ground, mouth open as your tongue slides past it, eyes rolling inside your skull and probably seeing white.

Shirabu never feels tired of it, finally angling himself to bend over your frame, mouth looking for yours quickly as he breaks character.

“Keijiro,” you sigh, pleasure-drunk and Shirabu licks over your open lips, bites on your jaw, sucks the skin to leave his marks.

“Yes, love.” He answers against your pulse point and you lets out a satisfied sigh by his ear.

“That was amazing.”

“You think so?” Shirabu rolls his hips against your bare, soaked wet pussy, and his free cock rolls deliciously between the lubricated folds. “I’m just starting, though, Miss. I think you’ll need a more thorough exam, though. With special equipment too.” He brings his hand to angle his cock on your entrance, eyes locked on yours as you blink and smile, blissed out and pleading. Shirabu presses himself inside and you throw your head back in bliss, hands planting on his shoulders with sharp nails aiming for his skin. “Such a good patient I have. Open wide, love.”

You arch your head back to look up at him, mouth falling open on command, for Shirabu to do as he pleases. You, wide open on his table, for him to do as he pleases. He’s your husband after all and you’ve learned from a long time that what pleases Dr. Shirabu Kenjiro the most is picking you apart piece by piece, white bliss searing your every nerve-end as you fall and shatter for him, drowning under his thumb as he holds you down waves of pleasure, dragging you like the tide - strong and unyielding until it hurts to even breathe.

The mere thought of having more makes your lips fall open in a moan, “yes, Doctor.”

Because you love everything about that.

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wish-i-wasnt-a-coward · 3 years ago

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Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes.

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door.

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones.

Suffice to say, the twins were very different.

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb.

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle.

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips.

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist.

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression.

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”.

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4”

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!”

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work.

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton.

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen.

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler.

“That’s really good pat-”

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun.

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school”

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands.

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building.

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job.

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched.

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded.

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe.

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work”

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will.

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director.

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t look marginally like a cave.

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects.

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before.

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid”

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding.

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep.

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was.

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family.

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree.

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day.

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up.

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

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