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roosterforme · 9 months

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The Younger Kind Part 28 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is leaving soon, and everything is changing for you. As your graduation approaches, he takes some matters into his own hands. He wants to share everything with you, and sometimes it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Sunday night ended up being family night, and Bradley was hoping it could become a regular occurrence. The three of you went to see a movie, and Noah sat in the middle. Or at least he started out there. About halfway through, Bradley scooped Noah up onto his lap and slid over one seat, wanting to be closer to you.

So when the movie wrapped up and you had your fingers laced with his and your head resting on his shoulder, Bradley made it a point to say this should happen all the time.

You kissed Noah's cheek and then his before you stood. "But you'll be deployed soon, Daddy."

He eyed you up and down as he stood with Noah's arms wrapped around his neck. "Trust me. I know how much I'll be missing out on when I'm gone. The two of you will be eating homemade food and taking nature hikes."

"And coloring," Noah supplied.

"Can't forget about that," Bradley said, reaching for your hand. "Now let's get you home. One of you has daycare in the morning, and one of you has finals."

"I still wish you could come with me," you whispered, letting your cheek rest on his bicep on the way to the parking lot. "I'm sure I'd do much better if I got to sit on your lap and eat Skittles the whole time."

After Bradley buckled Noah into his carseat, he wrapped his hands around your hips and pulled your body to his. "No reason we can't keep having sexy Skittles time at home," he rasped. "There's something magical about you and me and the living room couch."

You whimpered as your hands came to rest on his chest. When you pressed your glossy lips together, Bradley wanted to take you right up against the Bronco again. But he knew everyone needed to call it an early night, which probably meant no sex.

So he opened your door for you and helped you inside and then drove home. When you and he were in bed for the night, he kept his hands in innocent enough places as you studied a few more things on your phone. He quizzed you on a few topics, and when you started yawning, he insisted it was time to go to sleep.

"You'll do great, Princess," he whispered, gathering you up in front of his big body and spooning you. "I love you."

"Love you, Daddy," you sighed softly as you fell asleep. Truth be told, he was less worried about your day than he was his, because he knew you'd do great. Meanwhile Bradley was going to have to run across town during lunch to meet with Tracy. He already had a case of Red Bull in the back of the Bronco that you insisted he should take to her. And he had to follow through with everything related to Meredith, which were some loose ends he was anxious to get tied up.

He usually slept great with your body tucked against his and his hand resting on your belly, but not tonight. Noah was old enough now that the deployments were going to get harder. And Bradley didn't know what he was going to do if you wouldn't move in with him. Or if you found a job outside of San Diego and moved away. You told him you applied to a world-renowned hospital in Arizona. What exactly was he supposed to do with that information? Demand that you stay here in California and continue to love the two of them forever?

His lips came to rest on your neck, and you whimpered in your sleep. This was the first time Bradley had ever felt this way. He supposed he'd loved Meredith. He'd been in love with another of his exes, too. But this was insane. And you were so young, Bradley could feel you holding back when he talked too much about the future. So he knew he was going to have to keep things exactly where they were for a few more months, at least until he got home.

He must have dozed off eventually, because he woke to you kissing his forehead and whispering, "I'm heading to campus. Good luck with Tracy."

"Wait," he grunted, sitting up and reaching for you. He tugged on your hand until you were sprawled across him in bed giggling softly. Bradley cupped your neck with one hand and stroked your cheek with his thumb. "You'll do great today, Baby. You're incredible."

With a kiss to the tip of his nose, you were running out of his bedroom, and Bradley decided to just get up for the day as well. And when he went into the kitchen, he found a full breakfast spread for him and Noah on the table. Fruit, bagels, jelly and muffins. And a little note for him to read to Noah saying you had to leave too early to say good morning, but that you'd be back in time for dinner.

"Fuck," Bradley groaned, holding the note in one hand and cradling his face in the other. He needed you here. They both did. It was startling that he could hardly remember what it was like before he met you.

"Daddy?" Noah called from the hallway, and then Bradley got started on the morning routine.

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When Tracy's receptionist opened her office door for him, Bradley strolled in wearing his flight suit and carrying the case of cans of Red Bulls. Tracy looked up from her small conference table and started laughing.

"You're a client," she informed him. "I shouldn't accept gifts from clients."

He shook his head. "Not from me. From my girlfriend."

"Ah," she said, reaching out to take it from him. "Then I accept. Have a seat."

Then Bradley was presented with a huge folder of things to read and sign. Tracy went through all of it with him and answered what seemed like a hundred questions, and after an hour, he'd worked his way to the end. "So what does that all mean exactly?"

She ran a purple highlighter over his name on the last sheet and said, "Means you are Noah's sole legal guardian. The only one who has rights to anything related to custody. As soon as you pay me and I file the paperwork, that is."

Bradley was reaching for his checkbook right away, but Tracy held up a hand. "Not yet. You asked me to look into appointing a temporary guardian for Noah? And what it would take to get a protective order?"

"Three protective orders," Bradley clarified. "All against Meredith."

Tracy sighed and leaned back in her seat. "You want to appoint your girlfriend as a temporary guardian? While you're deployed?"

"Yes."

"No problem. We can fill that paperwork out right now."

Bradley's heart soared in his chest. But only until Tracy said, "However... getting protective orders against Meredith for all three of you is going to be a little bit tricky."

"How?" Bradley demanded. "She attacked my family when they were at a playground! I can't be around to watch them all the time."

She shook her head. "I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about you. If you know you're leaving for deployment, you'll have to disclose that information to the clerk. And if you try to lie about it, then I won't be able to represent you any further."

"What does my deployment have to do with the fact that I know my girlfriend still thinks about slamming into the parking lot at Myers Park? I was picking asphalt out of her arm."

She shrugged like she knew he was right. "Exactly. But the only times you saw Meredith were when you invited her into your house and when she accidentally ran into you at the coffee shop."

"I doubt that was an accident," Bradley ground out through gritted teeth.

"Be that as it may," Tracy said, walking across the room for two water bottles, "when you combine that with the fact that you'll be out of the country, you may be denied."

Bradley sat quietly for a moment and sipped the water bottle he was given. "Well, can I file for the three of us anyway?"

"Sure. The filing fees will total around $1,300. And you can sign for Noah. She will have to sign and submit hers on her own behalf."

"Give me the papers," he said, and she stood to print them out. "And if you have the time, I'd like to ask you what exactly would be involved if I ever get married and decide I want someone to adopt Noah."

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Bradley and Noah were already home when you got there, and you went running inside with your tote bag smacking your hip. "Bradley?" you shouted, sprinting into the kitchen and right into his arms. "I aced my anatomy exam," you whispered against his lips as you threw your arms around his neck.

He slipped his hands around your waist and held you as he kissed you. "I knew it," he said with a smile as you kissed him a little harder. Your fingers were in his hair and you were tasting his mouth with your body pressed again his hard chest and abs. And then you heard Noah scoot his chair across the floor, and he came over to investigate.

With a soft grunt, Bradley let go of you. Then you knelt down and kissed the top of Noah's head. But when you looked back up at Bradley, his eyes were needy as he planted his hands on his hips.

"I didn't even get to the best news yet," you told him as Noah hugged you. "I have two job interviews tomorrow. One in the morning and one in the afternoon."

Bradley pulled you to your feet, and Noah was sandwiched between you. "Where are the jobs?" he asked, his voice a little rough.

You licked your lips and smiled at him, but he looked apprehensive. "One is in a hospital and the other is private practice. I'm excited about both of them."

"Are they here?" he asked, his left hand gripping your waist a little tight. "In San Diego?"

"Yes," you replied. You turned down interviews with a few out of state jobs already. It was a no brainer at this point; you wouldn't be this happy anywhere else. "I want to stay in San Diego."

After that, Bradley didn't leave your side for the rest of the night. He helped you make dinner, he helped you get Noah ready for bed, and then he helped you get organized for both of your interviews. And he kept kissing you as often as he could. "You're clingy tonight, Daddy," you said as he pulled you onto his lap on the couch. "Not that I mind, really."

His hands were up inside your shirt, his big palms flat on your waist. "You scared me with that Arizona bullshit the other day."

You snorted and kissed his cheek. "I applied for that one after I thought you and Helen were hooking up."

"Shhh." He shushed you and then kissed your lips. "Don't say that. You belong right here."

You licked his lips and wiggled yourself against him. "Right here? With your dick poking at me?"

He was trying not to laugh. You could tell. You always got a good laugh out of him, and this time he chuckled before he ground himself up against you. "Yes, Princess. Right here on my dick."

He let you tilt his head back against the couch so you could take control of kissing him. It was sloppy and hot, and he had your shirt and bra off in no time. He used his big hands to slow down the rolling of your hips as he dipped his lips down to tease your breasts. He wasn't rushing anything, just gently sucking and releasing you with soft moans and grunts. But you were going to lose it. Your fingers were tugging on his hair, and you thought you might cum with your jeans on.

"You're so sensitive," he whispered, nibbling on the underside of your left breast. His tongue flicked over your nipple and you whined his name. "Gorgeous tits."

When you slipped down to the floor between his legs, intending to suck his dick here like that very first night, you only got your lips around his cock for a few seconds before he wrapped his hand around the front of your neck and stopped you. "What are you doing? I want your daddy dick."

"Fuck," Bradley growled. "You're gonna get it." He eased you back onto the floor and stripped your jeans off you and pulled his own pants down to his knees. "I said you belong on my dick. You didn't disagree."

He kissed the valley between your breasts before rolling to your side. He looked cocky, laying next to the snag in the area rug with his arms folded behind his head. But he had every right to lay there with a smug expression, because his cock was huge, and he knew how to use it.

"I don't disagree," you whispered, straddling him and slipping him inside where he stretched you until you were gasping and grabbing at his shirt. With the fabric balled up in both fists, you leaned down to kiss him and whisper, "You're huge, Daddy."

"Mmm," he hummed, kissing you back but making no move to touch you. "Show me what you got, Baby."

You were clenching just from his words alone, and when you started riding him, you teased your own clit with your middle finger. He had you doing all the work to get yourself off. Not that it was difficult with his cock inside you and his handsome face to look at. When you squeezed your breasts, it looked like he was going to reach for you, but instead he just let himself relax and watch. It shouldn't have surprised you that you got off twice on him like this, moaning and jerking your body along. You were sweating and shaking after the second time you came, and Bradley eventually reached up and stroked his fingers along your neck again.

"Did you get enough?" he asked, and you nodded vigorously. "You ready for me to cum in that pussy?"

"God, yes," you moaned, and he brought his hands to your hips and guided you in a smooth rolling motion that would have been enough for you to finish again if you weren't so wrung out.

"I'll cum for you," he grunted. "Every fucking time." And then he was gritting his teeth, the veins in his neck and forehead so prominent against his skin. And he came with your raspy name on his lips.

You snuggled against his chest, thoroughly exhausted but honestly having the best day. He rubbed your back gently and kissed the top of your head. "God, you're such a good girl," he whispered, and you let out the most embarrassing sound in response that just made him chuckle.

"I'm ready for bed," you informed him a minute later as you let his soft cock slip out of you.

When you met his eyes, he kissed you softly and said, "Can you do one thing for me first? In the kitchen?"

So you pulled your underwear and shirt back on and shuffled into the kitchen with his hand on your hip. He nodded at the table, and you sank down, exhausted, into one of the chairs.

"Would you mind filling this out?" he asked, handing you a pen and some paperwork. But you froze when you really looked at it.

"You want me to fill out a petition for an order of protection?" you asked, looking up at him. "Against Meredith? Did Tracy say this was a good idea?"

He kissed you so well, you decided to stop questioning everything. And when he said, "Yes, Princess. Please fill it out," he stood next to your chair as you started writing your name at the top. You filled everything out all the way to the bottom. You wrote a bit about Meredith at Myers Park which gave you chills. When you filled out your social security number, Bradley removed his hand from your back to type something up in his phone. But when you got to the end and saw that it would require over four hundred bucks to process this form, you pushed it aside.

"You know, I don't think this is actually necessary." You set the pen down on top of it and added, "I think the most important thing is that you and Noah have some sort of protection in place like-"

Bradley silenced you with a lingering kiss that trailed off into a dozen tiny kisses before he pulled his lips away from yours. "It's necessary. I need to know that I did everything I could to keep you and Noah protected, okay? And I'll pay for it."

But you didn't want him to. You should be able to do things like that for yourself. And you would! In a few weeks you'd hopefully have a steady income. Things would be different then. You could buy new clothes, and it wouldn't be the end of the world if your car died. But right now, paying to have this form processed would be a stretch beyond what you could afford. And you were about to tell Bradley no and rip it up, but he was holding his phone screen in front of your face.

"Pick a design," he said, placing the phone in your hand. "They have one with a princess crown I thought you might enjoy."

"What's this for?" you asked, completely puzzled while looking at the Mastercard website. "I don't need another credit card."

"I added you to my account," he said confidently. "Just pick a design so I can order your card and have it arrive before I deploy."

"What?" you gasped, handing the phone right back to him and standing up. "No, you don't have to do that. Don't add me."

"I already did, Baby. I just read your social security number off the form you filled out. Choosing a card design is the last step, and the page is going to time out in a minute. You want the one with the princess crown?"

"You shouldn't be paying for things for me," you protested. "I'll use my own credit card while you're away. I'll have a job!"

"No," he said, shaking his head and holding up his phone. "When I'm gone, you'll be one hundred percent responsible for Noah. I'm adding you as a temporary guardian for him. I'm paying for an order of protection for you. I'm paying for everything. You have thirty four seconds left to pick a card design, by the way."

You glanced at the screen and looked at the timer before meeting his eyes again. "I can use my own card, and you can pay me back later."

"Absolutely not. You're making my life easier. Just knowing that Noah is with you of all people serves a dual purpose. I know he'll be taken care of, and I know you won't be too lonely. Twelve seconds."

"But, Bradley-"

"Pick a card, or I'll leave Noah with Penny."

You glared at him and reached out to tap the purple credit card design with the gold crown on it.

"Now was that really so hard?" he asked with a satisfied smile.

"You're obnoxious." But you kissed his cheek, and then he followed you to the bathroom for a shower, reminding you that he put five hundred dollars cash behind the TV.

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Your graduation was coming up on Friday night, and you'd been so busy all week, Bradley had barely seen you. You told him both of your interviews had gone well when you got home on Tuesday, but you hadn't shared much more beyond that. He got the sense that you were hoping for one or two job offers, but you didn't want to jinx anything. So he just asked you a few open ended questions as you snuggled on the couch with him.

Then you told him he and Noah would have to eat leftovers for dinner on Wednesday, because you were going out with some people you knew from school.

"Will Greyson be there?" he asked immediately, wrapping his hands around your waist. "Or those other fraternity idiots who deserve to feel my fists connect with their faces?"

You placed open mouthed kisses along his scarred neck in response before promising it was only a few girls going out together. "Just some ladies who will drool on themselves if I mention how sexy you are. But I appreciate your enthusiasm, Daddy."

"You want me to drop you off and pick you up? Just in case? And that way you can drink as much as you want?" He knew he sounded clingy. He felt fucking clingy. It must be the result of his upcoming deployment weighing so heavily on his mind, but he didn't really care. He wanted you with him all the damn time, and he wanted you to know it.

You responded by raking your fingers through his hair and sucking on his neck. "You're such a Daddy," you whined, dragging your lips along his skin and kissing his stubbled jaw. "You always want to take care of me, but I always want to take care of you."

And a minute later, you were sucking his dick like only you could. Soft, innocent eyes that just made him harder, and long lashes that brushed your cheeks when you gagged on him. After he came for you, he watched you swallow him down and then lay with your cheek on his bare thigh with your fingers softly brushing along his trimmed hair up to his abs.

"You take care of me," he whispered after a few silent beats, earning him a smirk as your lips grazed his soft cock. "And not just like that. You make my house feel warm. You adore my kid." As he ran his knuckles softly along your cheek, he watched your eyes flutter closed. "I've never loved someone like this before."

"You haven't?" you asked softly as your warm breath teased his thigh.

"No," he promised. "Nothing even close to this, Princess."

So when Wednesday night came, and you went out, Bradley put Noah to bed after he whined about how he missed you. Then he settled on the couch alone and put a movie on. When the movie ended, and you still weren't back, he thought about texting you. Had he misunderstood about you going back to your forgotten rental for the night or something? The idea made him uncomfortable. You didn't belong there any longer.

Bradley responded to some texts from Nat so his phone would already be in his hand if you tried to contact him. He was just deleting some old emails when he heard your car pull into the driveway, and then your key was in the door.

"Hi," you whispered, rushing inside and gently closing the door before heading his way in your pretty dress. You were smiling as you climbed right on top of him where he was stretched out on the couch.

"Hi," he replied before your lips met his. "Did you have fun?"

You grinned and braced your hands on the arm of the couch behind his head. "Yes, but I missed you. And I logged in to check my grades when they posted at six o'clock."

He let his hands rest on your back. "And? How did you do?"

"I had a 4.0 this semester, probably because you're the best study partner, Daddy."

He smiled up at you. "Or maybe you got perfect grades, because you're perfect. And Noah and I will be in the front row at your graduation on Friday. Can't wait to watch my perfect girlfriend in action."

"Are you really going to sit in the front row?" you asked with a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah. I'll push my way up there. I'll knock over elderly people if I have to."

"Oh," you said with a snicker, "so you'll knock over people your own age for a better seat?"

Bradley smacked your ass while you laughed, and he hauled you to bed.

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You wanted to tell Bradley your good news in person, but you didn't get a chance to see him before your commencement ceremony started. Where you were standing off to the side backstage, you could see the front row starting to fill up. When you saw someone's elderly grandmother hustling along with a walker, you had to bite back your laughter. Because a moment later, Bradley came rushing for one of the only remaining empty seats left up front with Noah in his arms.

As soon as they were settled in, you pulled out your phone and texted him.

Nice work. You didn't even have to trip that old lady to get a seat.

You watched him take his phone out of his pocket and smile as he entered his passcode. Then his shoulders shook with laughter as he eyed the woman and her walker where she sat right next to him. And then he started to look around the room, clearly trying to figure out where you were, but it was time for you to collect your diploma.

Bradley Bradshaw: Nothing is going to keep us from watching our Princess. Noah is very excited.

You were excited, too. For so many reasons. When your name was called, and you walked across the stage to collect your diploma, you could hear Bradley's voice over the rest of the crowd in the auditorium. As you turned back toward your seat, you blew them a kiss. And you barely heard a word of the speeches, because you couldn't keep your eyes off them.

And then it was all over, and you were no longer a student. Anxious to get to them so you could get home and talk to Bradley, you nearly tripped over the old lady's walker yourself. "Careful," Bradley said, laughing harder than you thought was necessary as he caught you. "Or you'll be the one who needs a walker."

You ignored him and kissed Noah's chubby cheek as he hugged you around your neck. He tried to say congratulations a few times, but then he just went back to hugging you instead.

"I love you, sweet Noah. And I love you too, Daddy."

"Ready?" Bradley asked, taking Noah from your arms and leading the way out to the parking lot with his hand resting on your back.

You followed them in your car, and when you pulled into the driveway, Bradley was scooping Noah out of his carseat. "He's out," he muttered as you opened the front door for them.

You gasped. The house smelled like fresh flowers and something sweet. When you turned on the light, there were flowers everywhere. Noah had made a banner out of construction paper that was all taped together. And when you went into the kitchen, you found champagne, a stack of adult coloring books, and a small cake decorated with Skittles. It took Bradley a minute to get Noah in his bed, but when he strolled into the kitchen still wearing his sexy suit, you threw yourself at him.

"Let's open the champagne," he muttered next to your ear. "And then we can eat some Skittles cake. And you can take me to bed and do whatever you want with me."

You giggled as he backed you up to the counter. "I have more good news."

It wasn't lost on you the way Bradley's lips parted in silence before his eyes dipped down to your belly. "Do you?"

You nodded and bit your lip. Maybe what you had to say wasn't actually that exciting at all, but you blurted out, "I got two job offers."

"Princess!" Bradley gasped, gathering you up into his arms. "Of course you did, Baby. Everyone wants a piece of you." He set you down on the counter and kissed you about a thousand times. He told you he was proud of you. He told you he would help you make a decision by next week. And then he fed you some Skittles cake, but you insisted on splitting it with him 50/50.

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Daddy will be gone soon. I have a lot of asks about dirty/sweet/loving/rough goodbye sex with Daddy and Princess. So stay tuned for that. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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When Keith nonchalantly announces he’d found an apartment twenty minutes away and is moving out, Shiro’s heart drops to his feet. He’s so shocked that he nearly drops the spoon he’s using to feed Hana, barely managing to catch it and smearing mashed carrots on her cheeks instead.

Oops. Sorry, kiddo.

His first thought, of course, is oh, shit. Keith thinks he’s being replaced with the baby. He’s moving away because he feels unloved. I am a horrible brother slash father. What have I done.

Luckily, he manages to not say that embarrassing shit out loud, choking out instead a forced “sounds awesome, buddy!” and trying not to cry.

Yeah, that doesn’t go well. Keith is taking his time moving out, taking a few boxes at a time over several days so he doesn’t have to pay for a mover, enlisting Adam’s help to find some decent Craigslist furniture. Shiro has to lock himself in the bathroom no less than nineteen times to cry about it.

It was no big shocker that Adam gets real tired of that real quickly. Shiro was not the only one all mopey, apparently, as evidenced when Adam stomps down the stairs after putting Hana down for a nap, dragging Keith by the ear, and shoving both of them into the kitchen with a set jaw and his patented Glare of Judgement.

“Both of you are so, so stupid,” he says, which is not an uncommon occurrence but does make both of them protest at the exact same time. Adam holds up a hand, silencing them.

“Shut up. Listen to me. Both of you have been moping around my house —”

“Our house,” Shiro mutters petulantly, which does him approximately zero favours.

“— my house for days, crying to me about oh, Adam, he’s disappointed in me, he’s mad at me, what if I made a huge mistake, blah blah blah.” His arms migrate from crossed over his chest to resting sharply at his hips, and his glasses have slid down his nose.

Keith and Shiro share a fleeting, panicked glance. Adam looks ready to cook them both in a stew and feed them to the hungry, as he often says when he’s on his last nerve.

“I am tired of this miscommunication nonsense. I am going to cook you both into stew and feed you to the hungry if you don’t use your words like grownups,” he snaps.

Case in point.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, Adam,” they both say hastily.

Adam huffs. “Good. I am going to go nap with Hana. When I wake up, I better see smiles and excitement, or else. Goodbye.”

With that he stalks off, not glancing back even for a second, completely confident that they would be staying exactly where they were and doing exactly what he asked.

That confidence is not misplaced. Shiro got very, very lucky, in that he married a man who could hype him up just as fast as he could whoop his ass into shape with one look.

It is, if Shiro is being entirely honest, a little bit hot.

“Ew,” Keith complains, even though Shiro is sure he hadn’t spoken aloud.

“You don’t need to say it out loud. I’ve been living with you for twenty fuckin’ years, man. You think I don’t know what it looks like when you’re being a simp?”

“Oh, shut up, you little snot,” Shiro says, snapping forward quick as a whip and securing his brother in a headlock.

“Twenty year old big shot, huh?” he teases. “Big man, now?”

Keith thrashes in his hold, raking his nails down Shiro’s arm, but the little dumbass has seemingly forgotten that Shiro has also spent twenty years with him, and knows damn well to accost Keith with his prosthetic limb only lest he want to lose his other arm to Keith’s freakishly sharp teeth.

“Let go of me, you goober!” Keith shouts.

Shiro hums. “No. Also, shut up. You’re going to wake the baby.”

Keith growls, and then before Shiro can prepare himself he’a airborne, flipped right over Keith’s head, narrowly missing the counter as he slams down on the hard kitchen tiles.

The air whooshes out of him with a groan. He suddenly very much feels every single one of his thirty-eight years.

“Take that, old man,” Keith taunts, grinning brightly. “I win.”

Shiro pushes himself into a sitting position with a wheeze, glaring playfully across the kitchen at his dumbass little brother, who mirrors him, leaning against the dishwasher.

“You got lucky, you brat. Try me again in the living room and I’ll knock you flat.”

Keith scoffs, but says nothing further, rolling his eyes playfully as he catches his breath. Shiro takes the time to carefully observe him, not giving a shit how weird that is. He’s been raising this kid for twenty years, dammit. And yet somehow it shocks him, every time he looks, to see stubble shadowing the edges of the kid’s jaw, the broad set of his shoulders and the confident slouch of his back, his calloused hands and easy way he holds himself. A proper man, now. Not the scrawny kid who stumbled into Shiro’s life angry and confused after the death of their father, barely four years old and already convinced the world was garbage. Sometimes Shiro wakes up to Hana’s crying at night and walks right to Keith’s room before stopping abruptly in the hallway, remembering that his kid isn’t so much of a kid anymore.

“You’re lookin’ at me weird,” Keith says.

“You’re weird-lookin’,” Shiro shoots back immediately. It startles a laugh out of Keith, wheezy and kind of ugly.

Shiro swallows the sudden lump in his throat.

“What’s going on, old man?” Keith tries again. His voice is much softer this time. “You’ve been avoiding me. I thought I goofed something; I’ve been nagging Adam about it. What’d I do?”

“I’m not mad at you,” Shiro rushes to assure. It does nothing to smooth the crease between Keith’s eyebrows.

“Sure feels like it.”

Shiro sighs, slumping forward a little. He takes the time to look carefully at Keith again, trying to commit his face further to his memory, separate it from that scared kid’s.

“You will always be my little kid,” he says finally. He smiles as Keith protests immediately. “I know you’re grown, believe me. You think you could’ve slammed me like that ten years ago?”

Keith huffs. “I could’ve gotten close.”

“Not on your life, boogerbrain. You were a shrimp up until two years ago.”

“Whatever,” Keith mutters, scowling.

“Hey.” Shiro nudges him with his foot. “Look at me.”

Keith does.

“I know that’s the last thing any grown kid wants to hear. You’re still my baby boy. I know you’re not, not really. But to me —” his breath hitches, and he can feel his eyes start to well up. “Kiddo, every time you ask me for something it’s the same voice that came panicked into my room after a nightmare. Every time you smile at me I remember the year you lost six teeth in a month and grinned as often as you could so everyone knew it. I know you’re a big boy, an adult. But you will never not be my kid, Keith. You may not be my son, but you’re my boy. You always will be. And I just worry that you don’t know —”

He’s interrupted by Keith’s face crumpling, and then as fast as he flipped Shiro earlier he’s rushing forward and collapsing in his arms, all two hundred some pounds of him gathered in Shiro’s lap like he’s ten instead of twenty.

“I love you, Dad,” he wails. He shoves his face in Shiro’s neck and grips hard onto his shirt; loud, heaving sobs wracking his frame. Shiro immediately starts to cry as well, gripping his kid’s back and squeezing tightly, rocking them back and forth. Keith rarely calls him Dad; he’s always been Shiro, except when he’s emotional and hurting and he needs Shiro to be a dad right then, as much as he needs him to be a big brother.

“I love you too, kiddo,” he chokes out. He presses a kiss to Keith’s messy hair. “So much. To the moon and back, okay? I just don’t want you to move out because you think I’m replacing you with Hana. She’s my kid, absolutely, but you are too, okay? You always will be.”

Keith sniffles. “I know. I never doubted.”

The words are like a balm to Shiro’s heart, soothing the ache and the worry that’s been plaguing him for weeks.

“Oh, thank God.”

Keith pulls away, wiping his tears and snot with his sleeve.

God, he’s so gross. Shiro loves him to pieces.

“Is that why you’ve been so weird?” he asks. “You think I’m moving out because of Hana? I love Hana. I would sell both your kidneys on the black market for that kid.”

“Really feeling the love,” Shiro says drily, but in truth the joke really does make Shiro feel the love. That’s excellent. That’s a million times better than what all the parenting books told him to expect.

Keith has no trouble hearing the glee peeking through Shiro’s sarcasm. It makes him smirk.

“Why are you moving out then, kiddo?” Shiro asks, flicking him on the forehead to send the smirk away. “You’ve still got two years left of school.”

“I know. But I’ve been saving for years, Shiro. I can afford it so long as I keep working on the weekends and work longer hours in the summer. Plus —” he goes curiously red. “I, uh, need my own space. My car isn’t going to cut it. You remember last time you and Adam went out on a date, and you came home early?”

Shiro feels a slow grin spread across his face. He knows exactly where this is going.

“I do.”

“Uh, I also took that opportunity to go on a…date, that had to be relocated to my car before you two came home, and I ended up braining myself on the roof halfway through. Kind of killed the mood.”

Shiro manages, quite graciously in his opinion, to keep silent for thirty whole seconds, before bursting into laughter so strong he goes silent, lungs shaking with the effort.

“You — your head —”

“Oh, fuck off,” Keith says hotly. “I’m never telling you anything again.”

“C’mere, you dork,” Shiro says, pulling a reluctant Keith under his arm and pressing another kiss to the side of his head. “Keep telling me things. Even when you move out. I want to hear about your life, even when it’s embarrassing.”

“Especially when it’s embarrassing, you mean.”

“Mhm. ‘Course. That’s the best part.”

———

It’s a learning curve, that’s for certain. A melancholy one, too, learning to adjust to an absence of someone you’ve been living with for two decades. Shiro is still surprised to do the laundry and not find balled up, nasty gym socks in the hamper that he has to make Keith un-crumple so they can wash properly.

He cries for twenty minutes one day, concerned that Keith is doing his laundry incorrectly. Adam laughs himself hoarse, videoing Shiro’s breakdown with shaky hands and sending it to Keith immediately.

Traitor.

But it’s not like Keith’s suddenly a stranger. He regularly comes over when he doesn’t feel like cooking, and as much as Adam grumbles, he misses Keith as much as Shiro does and makes him a giant meal every time. Keith also comes over purely to ignore Shiro and Adam to hang out with Hana, and he thinks he’s being all annoying and bothersome to spite them, but truly every time is a wonderful opportunity for Adam and Shiro to nap.

…Among other things.

But the highlight of Keith learning to live on his own, by far, are the occasional, how-do-you-adult texts he sends Shiro at random times.

from: brat child

takashi, my most beloved brother slash father big hero six style.

Shiro snorts, switching Hana to one arm so he can use the other to type.

to: brat child

Bringing up that movie will not make me more inclined to help you.

from: brat child

false actually every time i mention that movie you become twelve percent easier to manipulate

to: brat child

I am getting less and less inclined to humour you every minute.

from: brat child

yeesh okay

The typing dots go on for several minutes, appearing and disappearing as Keith puzzles out what he wants to say.

from: brat child

okay so usually i would call adam about this because he’s a better adult than u no offense. but i’m not really in the mood to talk for an hour so ur my next best bet

to: brat child

How did you just make your case worse? I’m honestly impressed.

from: brat child

ANYWAY.

from: brat child

how often do u clean the oven?? i don’t remember u doing it very often but obviously it has to be done frequently.

Hana makes a funny noise, clapping her hands together.

“You’re right,” he tells her sagely. “Your brother is strange.”

to: brat child

Keith, I almost never clean my oven.

from: brat child

seriously?? i’m cleaning this bitch every time i use it

to: brat child

…Why?

from: brat child

well i don’t want the bottom to just be all disgusting

from: brat child

wouldn’t all the blood and grease and shit rot?? or burn?? how is that not a food safety hazard??

Shiro furrows his brow. What in the shit is this kid talking about?

to: brat child

Are you talking about your oven or the baking sheet?

from: brat child

baking sheet??

Oh. Oh yes.

from: brat child

my oven has metal grills on the inside

from: brat child

it sears the food nicely but it’s such a pain in the ass to clean

Shiro laughs out loud, unable to control himself, and Hana quickly joins him, happy to share in the laughter.

“That’s right,” he coos. “Your brother is a dumbass! Luckily for you, you don’t have the same genes, hm? No, you’re a smart girl.”

to: brat child

Let me get this right. You’re putting the meat directly on the grills to cook, right?

Keith’s response comes immediately.

from: brat child

yeah to cook

Shiro snickers again to himself. What a dumbass.

to: brat child

Hold on, I’m tweeting this.

Shiro doesn’t fully get why his twitter account is so big. He certainly didn’t intend for it. He was just dicking around online one day, decided to make a funny post of something he saw Adam doing with Hana. He will never understand how he got so viral so quickly, but Keith hates it, which makes it inherently hilarious.

from: brat child

what about that was tweet worthy

Shiro has barely hit ‘post’ on the screenshot before the notifications come pouring in. He figured this one would get a good laugh.

to: brat child

Dumbass. You’re supposed to get a thin metal pan to cook the food on, so you can clean the pan and keep your oven clean.

from: brat child

WHAT

from: brat child

WHY DOES NO ONE TELL ME ANYTHING

Shiro shakes his head, snorting. God, he can’t wait for more of this. Being a parent is great.

“Isn’t it, Hana?”

She gurgles happily in response.

———

Shiro doesn’t hear a lot about Keith’s love life. He hears about his friends, sure — dear Lord does he ever worry about the kind of shit his dumbass kid and Matt’s dumbass sister get into — and lots of complaining about school.

But dating life?

Nope. Nada. Zilch.

(He suspects Adam gets this information, if only because he looks infuriatingly smug whenever Shiro sulks about it. Ugh, he is so lucky that Shiro is attracted to him even when he’s being a prick.)

(Arguably, possibly, a little more attracted.)

(Shiro does not have a thing for bossy, arrogant men who tell him what to do. He does not.)

One day, though, Shiro gets a text that changes everything.

from: oven boy

so i’ve found the love of my life, which is kind of cool.

Shiro calls that brat child immediately, obviously.

“Tell me everything,” Shiro demands, not bothering with pleasantries. That’s what caller I.D. is for.

“He’s so beautiful,” Keith sighs. “The prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my life, holy shit. And he’s so fucking smart. Apparently he’s a friend of a friend of Pidge’s. She didn’t set it up or anything, but she recognised him when we went to the bar last night —”

“Both of you are underage,” Shiro says, as if he and Matt did not have fake I.D.’s by age sixteen.

(To get a fishing license for a prank of theirs, but still.)

Keith ignores him. “—and we started talking and holy shit, Shiro. Never in my life have I wanted to participate in a conversation so badly. We talked for five fucking hours.”

Shiro whistles. That’s a long-ass time for anyone, but Keith especially.

“Damn. This boy must be something special, huh?”

Keith sighs dreamily again, which is quite possibly the best sound Shiro has ever heard. He can’t wait to tell Adam.

“He really is. I can’t wait until I finally figure out his number.”

Aaannnnd there we go. Shiro knew this sounded to normal to be true.

“…Pardon?”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Context.”

“That would be useful, yes.”

“It’s easier if I show you. Hang up, I’ll send you a picture.”

“Alright,” Shiro says hesitatingly. He has barley pressed the red ‘end call’ button before his phone buzzes with an incoming text.

from: oven boy

okay so i got most of it

to: oven boy

How the hell do you get ‘most’ of a number?

A picture pops up, of what’s very obviously a bar napkin, scrawled on with blue glitter pen. It reads: ‘Call me! 512 - 3*1 - 2*04. —Lance. P.S. — trust me, I’m worth it ;)”

Shiro is, frankly, at a loss for words.

to: oven boy

I can confidently say I’ve never seen anything like that before. What’s your plan?

Instead of an explanation, another picture buzzes in. This one is Keith’s familiar messy scrawl, and dozens of numbers written out on lined paper, each one with a different digit for the ones the mysterious Lance had omitted. Several of the numbers are crossed out.

His phone rings again, and he picks up hastily.

“Are you seriously trying every possible number you can?”

He can picture Keith’s shrug through the phone. “Like I said. He’s my soulmate.”

Shiro hums thoughtfully. “You sure he actually wants you to call him? Wouldn’t he just give you his number?”

“I’m sure,” Keith says confidently. Then he chuckles sheepishly. “The chase might be on me, though. We were talking about mysteries and stuff, and I said that I could solve every mystery before the end of the documentary, easy.”

Shiro snorts. “Arrogant boy. Spending a lot of time with Adam, hm?”

“I mean, I really can solve the mysteries. Usually.”

“Mhm. And how far are you through your numbers list?”

A pause.

“Halfway,” Keith says, lying.

“Right,” Shiro says, shaking his head fondly. “I’m tweeting about this, too.”

———

Shiro’s not a big believer in fate. That’s more of Keith’s thing, really.

But when he gets a specific DM, a couple days after his tweet goes viral, he starts to think that maybe Keith’s fuckin’ right.

For once.

The DM is from someone named LoverboyLance, which piques Shiro’s interest immediately.

from: LoverboyLance

howdy!!!! ur probably not gonna see this BUT i’m lance from the tweet!!!

from: LoverboyLance

the one about ur brother lol

It, honestly, takes Shiro a few minutes to respond. He’s genuinely gobsmacked.

to: LoverboyLance

HOLY SHIT!!!!

He calls Keith immediately.

“I have some news for you.”

“Feel free to get to it,” Keith says drily. “I’m kind of busy.

Shiro sniffs. “Well, if you’re busy I guess I won’t bother you, then. I’ll tell twitter user LoverboyLance that you’re not interested in the DM i just got from him. I see how it is.”

“No no no no no, wait!” Keith yells, panicked. “I’m sorry! Come back! Please tell me everything!”

Shiro considers letting him stew for a while, but he’s honestly too excited.

“There’s not much to tell, but I got a DM confirming that Lance knows you’re looking for him.”

“Please beg him to give me his number! I lied about being halfway done!” Keith pleads.

“On it,” Shiro promises. He hangs up and gets right back to twitter.

to: LoverboyLance

I just talked to him!!! He said a couple days ago that he was halfway done which means he’s barely put a dent in it, the dork. What’s your number?

The response comes almost immediately.

from: LoverboyLance

someone isn’t as clever as he thinks lol

Shiro laughs out loud. “No, he is not.”

from: LoverboyLance

give me his number. i’m taking over this operation

Happily, Shiro does. He doesn’t hear anymore from Lance, but twenty minutes later, he gets one text from Keith:

from: oven boy

shiro i love u

from: oven boy

ur the best

Shiro smiles softly to himself, shaking his head.

to: oven boy

I love you too, kiddo.

Perhaps fate really does have some bearing.

———

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Finding a job is hard nowadays with the lack of experience. Everywhere you turn for work its easy for others to deny your applications at a first glance. At least, that's what it was like for Adam. He went from job to job to find a position for himself, showing much of his skills he gained from college, but they always denied his claims, due to being the size of a munchkin.

He closed himself off from his social activities, scouring the web for leads to assist in his effort. One day, he found a job that was willing to take him up, but first, he had to pass their interview with their representative. This was his chance to prove himself, and he was going to ensure it was perfect.

Getting up early, he made breakfast for the house, before taking to his study. The silence was deafening as the sunrise peered into his window, the morning birds chirping in the distance. He circled the phone slowly, awaiting for its tune to ring.

"Okay, let's go over this again." he cleared his throat. "Hello! My name is adam, I'm your next employee for the job. Ugh no that's too brash. Howdy, I'm here for your job position! No that's not it either. How about-"

"Snack!" a voice boomed from through the room, startling the small man. He turned toward his sliding door, fingers curling on the side of the frame as they yanked the door to the side, a broad figure stepped inside.

He placed a hand at his hips, scorning them. "First, stop calling me snack. Second, how many times have we talked about this? No barging into my study unannounced!"

"Yeah I know, but its an emergency!"

"What? What's the emergency?"

"It's tragic, simply tragic.." He slid the door wider, a plate held in his other hand. "The eggs are getting low in the kitchen. Could you make some more?"

Sometimes he can't help but think his stomach is a bottomless pit. "You ate through the eggs already, that was a whole carton, Dunkin."

"Come on you know me, buddy. It's gotta be a lot more than a pan to fill this gut." He slapped at his belly." He spooned the rest of the fluffy eggs into his mouth, stirring the fork around a piece of bacon. "Just a few more eggys, And I promise that'll be it."

"Not now. I have an interview remember?"

"Oh? Ooh that's right, your call thing." He groaned as he groaned as he nibbled at the strip of bacon. "Nah, fine. You don't have to do the eggs. But then you have to do tummy time."

"Tummy time? Bud, its going to take longer before-"

"Tummy Time! Tummy Tummy!" Dunkin roared as he held his gut, hopping around Adam as it plonked im his grasp. "Come on, it's been a while since we got the chance to do it. It'll get the stress off your mind."

"I don't know how long it'll be. I have to-" his friends' round gut wobbled into view, the tufts of hair swaying like blades of grass.

"Pleaase? You don't want to make the mood sad?"

"Pft, you mean for you or the tummy?"

"Mmm..both?" He beamed shyly, tossing his belly in a circular motion across his head.

Adam tried to his best to hold back a smile, looking to his bookshelf to distract himself from his friend's pestering. But despite his lounderimg around, his puppy gaze was too much too ignore, holding his stomach like a hound with a new bone. His gut spilled his cheek, Dunkin's innocent smile peering over is edge like a sunset.

"So..Tummy time." Dunkin said starry eyed.

The stomach groaned in his ear, rumbling at his body. If he didn't know any better, it's learning a thing or two from him. He cracked a smile a smile, throwing a soft punch into the barreled gut. "Fine, Tummy Time. If you just give me-" arms wrapped around his form like a net, sending his chair in a spin as he was lofted in the air.

"Oh I knew you'd come around, little buddy! Its gonna be so great!"

"An hour.." He garbled, slinking from beneath the massive arm. He paw at the sides of the big guy's body, his palms sinking into his muscle as he escorted him to the door "Now, why don't go watch some TV, While I work on my stuff."

"You got it! Tummy time, here we come-!" He closed the door, shuffling back into his seat.

"Finally a chance to get some quiet. Now where was was I?..oh yeah."

-------

Time slowed as Adam practiced pick up lines for his talents, writing them down in his notes to use as reference. Every structure, Ever word had was set to perfection. And yet, he couldn't help but feel unsettled.

He looked to the phone sitting at its charging post. The amount of time he spent practicing, and still no ring. The clock next him ticked as its arms reached towards noon. They should've called by now, what could be taking them so long? Did he miss it? Did they reschedule?

His mind filled with possibilities, spiraling around his head as if it were a merry go round. He tugged at the curls of his hair abstently, tangling its ends along his finger as his vision tunneled to the phone's call sign.

A knock came from the door, it's force snapping him out of his tranced state.

"Adam!" Dunkin' sung from behind the door, "It's tummy time!"

Already? He didn't think it'd go that fast. He stumbled to his feet, waddling toward the door as fingers curled along the door frame. It slid back an inch, before he jammed his foot in its path.

"I..I'm not ready just yet Dunkin."

"What? But you said an hour. And I've been waiting patiently!" The wood along the dor creaked, pressure increasing upon his foot as it slid back.

He place a hand against the wall behind him. "I..still need to be hers when the interviewer call-"

Another set of finger pushed below, sliding the rest of its arm as the gap widened. Adam gritted his teeth, his his whole weight to slow it down. But his foot slid to far, the rest of his body following as he toppled onto one of his chairs in the corner.

The door swung open, Dunkin filled the door. "Caught ya slipping."

Adam paused as he looked at his towering friend. Looking to the phone, he hopped toward his desk as he grabbed from its charging station, and a door connecting to the next room. He barely jiggled the handle before a palm clasped at his shirt, yanking him into Dunkin's arms.

"You can't just go and extend tummy time. Its a sacred tradition." Dunkin yearned, hoisting Adam upon his shoulder.

Adam fanned his arms into his friend back, hoping to deter him from continuing. Its impact softened against his muscle, its force softening before the rest of his palm connected.

"Heh, good try. But you and I both know that wom't work."

"Dunkin please, I need to be in a stable place for this call."

"And I need you take a load off."

Adam's gaze tilted as he faced the hallway, a bumpy surface caressing his back as the ceiling grew bigger. The fireplace came to view as furniture rested against the wall. Before long, he was pitched off from Dunkin shoulder as he plummeted in front of of him, landing on the soft cushion of his couch.

He paddled to get up, but wheezed as Dunkin sat on his legs. "Oh no you don't, you're not running off just yet." He said. "And just so there are no distraction.."

He leaned his weight into Adam, his armpit planting atop his head. It stuck to him like a face mask, unleashing a rip odor as if it were smelling salt. He fanned his arms as Dunkin's slid into his, wrapping around his arm holding the device. He clenched his finger as they grabbed the edge of the phone, but he didn't have the strength to hold it, as slid free from his hand, and into dunkin.

His armpit peeled away, before his rear stamped at his torso. "The phone!"

Dunkin giggled to himself, wiggling the phone in his hand as if it were a treat. "You want the phone so badly. You're going his pay the toll." He lifted the phone higher, tucking it into his belly button. "With belly rubs."

"What? No, Dunkin-"

"Bup-bup! No Dunkin about." He said with a soft smile. "Only tummy time."

Adam reached over the ridge of his belly, pawing into the soft muscle in efforts to retrieve the phone onto the couch. "Come on..come on."

Dunkin merely smiled at his little friend's efforts, kicking a foot upon his lap. "The more you continue to fight it, little buddy, the more the phone's going to be out of reach."

He can't be serious, adam thought to himself, reaching higher as hid arms repelled against his pudgy gut. within that moment, his limbs slumped to the sides. "Fine, I do you rubs."

Dunkin peered an eye, his smile growing wider. "I knew you'd see it my way, little buddy." he slid off the edge of the couch, planting his back along his legs. "don't keep my belly waiting now."

Adam groaned, reaching his palms over the ridge of the warm, soft stomach. he pressed his fingertips into the corners of the soft flesh, a soft gurgle escaping from within as he massaged over it. It was as if they were purring, Dunkin's soft grunts following as he crossed he crossed his arms behind his head. he looked toward the clock along the top shelf of the living room, looking at his phone that swayed over the way of fluffy muscle. He fumbled weakly at its stem, hoping to knock it out of place form its position, but it was yanked away as Dunkin took in a satisfied breath.

silence dwindled as the moment ticked by, Adam kneading into Dunkin as he stared at his phone. not a moment later, he finally called it. "Alright, there you got your rubs." he removed his palms from his stomach, reaching a hand higher to the edge of his torso. "now if you can just-"

Dunkin inhaled, rolling his stomach away. " What? But that was barely a rub. you can't cut it off that early."

Adam wiggled weakly beneath him, rolling his waist into the gaps between the cushions. but he only manage to wiggle Dunkin's body, before his grew tired.

vibration rattled into his body, the phone dark screen lighting up.

"The interviewer!" Adam shoved at his friend's stomach, bucking his torso to reach from the device. but its soft flesh knocked into his chin, as Dunking got to his feet.

"No! You need to finish my rubs." He ran behind the table. Adam followed behind as the two circled around. He ran toward the hallway, his little friend following as their feet boomed to the next room.

"Give me the phone!" Adam lunged to his shorts, gripping to the waistband to slow them down. but his weight couldn't cause friction, before was lofted to the air, flailing in the wind like a pair of laundry in a storm.

Dunkin zoomed through the other room and back toward the living room. Spiraling and rolling to shake off the baggage along his shorts. Adam's stomach twisted, the inertia jumbling him about before gravity stood still. He saw the man's legs tense up, lunging past a marble table as he looked at his own reflection. the meaty feet slammed onto the carpet below him, and he was swung between Dunkin's thighs and onto the couch.

He and his friend met each other's gaze. Turning himself upright, he took a step from the couch, but stopped when Dunkin raised the phone in his hand.

"Not so fast." He said, holding the phone over his mouth. "Not one step closer, or I'll swallow the phone."

"What? Don't be daft, you can't do that."

"Oh yeah?" He cocked a brow, his tongue extending from his mouth, It lathered its slimy tip around the ringing phone, Adam's heart twisting as the appendage wrapped around it like a vine. he dragged the phone into his mouth, the contours of the phone bulging from the side of his cheek. "How about now?"

He's not bluffing. "O..okay, buddy..there's no need to be so hasty. We can talk about this later, but first I need that phone."

"So you can go back into your room and be stressed? No thank you." Dunkin replied, maneuvering past the table. "I don't think you understand the importance of Tummy time. Allow me to remind you of our timely bond. You see, when two best buds share a bond of tummy rubs, it's sacred and-"

"Damn it buddy, I don't have time for this." He threw a blanket toward his face, lunging upon his shoulders.

"Hey! I was explaining something here!!" Dunkin swayed his body around.

"The call's almost up! I can't miss it!"

He clinged to the collar of his shirt, Dunkin bouncing from wall to wall to shake him off. He pawed at his puffy lips to free his entombed device, but his jaws were too tight move without being drench in his saliva. Their tussle for control lasted seconds, before Dunkin stumbled toward the couch.

"You asked for it." He planted his feet, leaning into a trust fall onto the couch.

Adam wheezed as he was sandwiched between them, Dunkin thick head, pinning him down like an upside turtle. "Dunkin I don't have time for this!"

"Fine, fine." Dunkin replied, the bulge in his cheek rotating softening before his lips parted. his drenched phone peeked from his jaws, risen by his tongue. "Hea..tak eet."

Adam looked at the call sign, the interviewer's number flashing upon it. "Finally, Hopefully they won't too-" the phone lowered from his grasp, plunging into Dunkin's jaws as they clicked shut. "What the-?"

"Haha, too slow." Dunkin said, opening his mouth again.

Adam tried again to retrieve his phone, but the fleshy tongue managed to slip through before it vanished behind his pearly white molars. After another attempt to grab the phone, He gripped at Dunkin's nostrils, forcing his gaze toward him.

"Listen here, I have to that phone before-" A belch erupted from the depth of Dunkin's belly, the tainted scent of eggs and bacon filling his mouth before it reaped into his nostrils. "Ugh! come on man!"

"Now you did it, you made my stomach upset. Well I suppose that's what you-" a foot stamped at the center of his stomach, cutting him off as he jerked to its impact.

Gulp.

The sound pierced Adam soul, looking to Dunkin neck as the muffled ringtone of the device vanished down his thick throat. He took to his mouth, forcing it open to the inside. The empty cavern was all that remained, the back of the throat winking as it worked the phone into his stomach.

"You swallowed the phone!"

Dunkin stood up, vibrations rumbling from his stomach. "oh..crap, that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Spit it out! i need to answer it!"

"spit it out, I can't just cough thing's up on demand, my tummy has a mind of it's own." He said, his stomach growling. "You said it belly. the only way you're gonna get that call is if you go inside and get it."

Adam's eye twitched, his gaze shooting to the rounded belly of his best friend. Stewing in there was his phone, surrounded by who knows what and more. If that phone gets damaged, he'll not only lose his chance at a new job, but his data along with it.

Don't worry though, I can always fetch it later-" a palm jammed into his mouth, another hand forcing it wide as Adam climbed onto his shoulder.

A soft wince escaped from him, before he leaped into the damp cavern. Flesh hugged everywhere at his body, tightening like vice as it guided him down his friend's food pipe. he wormed himself toward the end of the throat, smearing passed chunks of eggs caught in its folds as he curled into his stomach.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!" He tossed around the clumps of his friend's breakfast, pressing into the tight abdominal walls. a more complex object pushed into his thighs, spiraling around as he reached toward it. It floundered through the darkness, sliding around his finger tips before the dimmed green screen illuminated a patch of the stomach.out from the outside.

"Hello?" Adam said, wiping the juices from the speaker.

"Yes, Im callimg to speak witha man named Adam."

"This is he, I've been expecting your call."

"I see. Well we're calling to explore your potential career at our company. If you don't mind venturing through our questionare, we can.."

they speech trailed off as the howls of the stomach boomed around Adam, a pound echoing from above him. "Bud?..Is everything good in there?"

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time to call?"

He kicked at the side of the stomach wall, a grunt shaking the walls before he curled into a ball. "No, not at all. Just..took a bit of time travel is all."

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The seconds ticked by as Adam chatted with the interviewer, listing many of his qualifications that may help with the position. Waves of stomach juices splashed as Dunkin walked traversed through the house, carrying the added weight inside his gut as he sat upon the couch. he placed an ear to his stomach to listen the conversation inside, his friend's words garbled as the wall of flesh softened them. he tempted to lean closer, but a nudge deterred him as he lifted his head away, fiddling with his thumbs to pass the time.

After a few more minutes, activity began to stir as his stomach wobbled.

"Really ?! You really mean it?! Thank you, thank you so much!" He heard his little friend muffle.

Silence filled the room, his stomach becoming motionless as its gurgles sung its tune. Dunkin returned his ear toward his gut, listening to its distant sloshes like a sea shell. "Buddy...how'd it go?"

"I got it.." His voice muffled. "I got the position!" His stomach thrashed about, his muffled cheers outshining his guts tunes.

"Ay, I'm glad to hear you managed to get it little buddy, I knew you could do it." He smiled at his stomach, but grew sheepish as he scratched at his head. "I uh..sorry for swallowing your phone. I went a little too far when it came to tummy time. you just seemed stressed about the job I wanted to-"

A soft impress met the side of his stomach, the contours of handprints wrapping as if to hug it. "Water under the bridge bud. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up." Adam said.

Dunkin choked at his words, drawing asoft smile as he cradled his gut into himself. "Good."

"but I didn't expect to let tummy time get this far."

"I'll say, didn't think you'd just hop inside my mouth like that." he patted his stomach.

"Yeah well, I didn't expect it either. Besides I don't think my insurance covers stomach juices." He pushed at the elastic wall of the stomach, Dunkin holding it in his grasp.

"Speaking of stomach, I'm not exactly sure how long I can keep you down there." He heaved at his stomach, small belches escaping as the weight of his friend jostled at the valve. "It'll be a while before I can cough you up."

"I see."

"But you know..if your up for it, we could finish..tummy time?"

"Thinking of tummy rubs at a time like this?"

He fiddled at his fingers. "W..well..I mean since we have time-"

He was cut off when pressure met the side of his stomach, the bulging handprints creating soft hills.

"Of course I can't leave my best bud hanging. Even after your efforts to cheer me up." Adam continued his rubs, adding his feet into the mix as his stomach wobbled like a hatched egg.

Dunkin shuddered at the sensation, his legs becoming queasy as the slick strokes rubbed around his body. he sat along sofa, nuzzling into his belly. "Now you really are a snack."

"It's not too late to give you a stomach ache, Dunkin."

"Hehe, you can try."

#Gentle #accident #oral vore #size difference

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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5 + 1 Times Buck’s GF was the crybaby and the one time she wasn’t

Rating: Regular, smut only in one part

Word Count: 4,037

Tags: FLUFFY FLUFF, smut in one part, pnv!sex, soft tender luvin, Bucky is Vry Vry sweet, but he do be laughing at the reader, reader is oversensitive, and also a journalist for the Bugle aka How?, bucks haters get flamed, crying over spilt milk literally, some angst, TW: ptsd, J.Jonah Jameson is out there somewhere shaking his head at his employee

1. In the arms of the angels- FLY AWAYYYY

Bucky could safely say that his precious, precious girl could be somewhat oversensitive. He liked that about her, having someone around who was extremely caring and kind. The former Winter Soldier would be lying if he claimed that he knew how to handle her spells every time.

Although Bucky gotten better over the time they had been together.

They were cuddled on his new, much bigger couch on a lazy Sunday. His girlfriend wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts, the cloth hanging down to her soft thighs. She was spooned against the brunette, head padded on his flesh bicep. The random movie they had been watching went to a commercial. Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized what exactly kind of commercial it was.

The depressing ass ASPCA advertisement. His girlfriend donated to the local humane society and multiple non-profits but would lose her ever loving shit over the poor pets. Bucky instinctively curled his other arm around her waist when the sad song came on. His girl sniffled, “Oh god, I hate this!”

He murmured, “C’mon just look at your phone baby.”

Her sniffles turned into sobs, bemoaning, “I don’t understand how people could do that to the poor animals! It’s ah-ah-awful!” Bucky frowned, vibranium thumb rubbing circles into her hip. He reassured her, “Sweetheart, we about donate to the entirety of Brooklyn. You’re doing good.”

One of her fists banged on his thigh. She cried, “I need to donate to the entirety of the United States!” Bucky’s lips curled up in slight amusement. As much as he hated to see his best girl cry, it was entertaining to see her fit. He shushed her, “Okay we will, s’not like I’m a broke fugitive anymore.” The girl’s watery eyes flicked up to his smirk.

She poked him at an awkward angle, croaking, “Don’t say that about yourself!”

He tried to keep a calm face but ended up snickering. To which Bucky received another annoyed poke and a scoff. Thankfully the ad was done by the time she turned back to the TV. Bucky kissed her hairline and said, “Okay then, no more waterworks and I won’t trash my name. We’ll go buy another damn pound out later.” She seemed to relax, snuggling tight into Bucky’s larger frame.

2. On the floor

A shriek and a crash echoed from the kitchen. Bucky threw down his tattered book and hopped up. He hoped his girlfriend didn’t injure herself, again. The super soldier slid into the kitchen, blue eyes surveying the scene. He half-shouted, “You okay?“

“NO!,” came the distressed reply.

Bucky’s poor girl was half soaked and milk covered the floor, the gallon leaking onto the tile. His brows raised at the mess, hand rubbing at his neck. She threw her hands up and squalled, but made no move to escape the flood.

“I just wanted to make some cereal and the stupid damn jug slipped from my hands!,” she cried.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. This would be the second time she had cried over spilt milk, literally. He strode across the kitchen and picked the sobbing woman up, her arms wrapping around his neck, assuming koala protocol. Or at least that’s what the loon called it.

The brunette rubbed her heaving back, cooing, “Oh poor baby, s’no big deal. I’ll go get another gallon from down the street, okay?” She looked up at him and began crying harder. The distraught woman whined, “No! I screwed it up being a klutz I’ll go get it!”

Bucky lowered them onto a dining room chair, wiping her tears away. He shook his head, eyeing her adorably blotchy cheeks. She pouted, tears lessening in time. The brunette hummed, “Jus’ let me go get the damn milk. You had an accident, I can’t have my pitiful girl crying over actual spilt milk.”

She laid her head in the crook of Bucky’s shoulder, grumbling, “It’s so damn sticky. This is gonna take forever to clean!” Bucky nuzzled her sweet smelling hair, smiling softly. She was too soft for her own good. But that’s why he was here, of course.

Her achingly wide eyes were back peering at Buck. He raised a thick brow, waiting for a response. Slim hands grabbed his stubbled cheeks, asking in a deadpan, “You don’t think I’m the most worthless girl ever right?” She averted her eyes as she continued, “Idiot who can’t make cereal.”

Bucky leaned into her sullen face to capture trembling lips into a kiss. It was chaste and sweet, Bucky murmuring into her lips, “I don’t care if you grew into a hulk monster and crashed the place. Why don’t we clean up and go grab the milk, make it a date huh?”

The brunette bit back a laugh as she hugged him tighter and sobbed out how much she loved him. Bucky tucked her hair back and grinned down at his pretty, crybaby, best girl.

3. Feline fail

Bucky and his girlfriend were cooking dinner together. They were laughing and sharing sweet pecks, bumping hips and slinging sauce. Bucky had remembered an old lasagna recipe and wanted to try it. She obliged with glee.

She changed the song to one of those strange ‘rap’ songs. Bucky was still getting accustomed to the 80’s power music so this was out of his league. She talked along to the lyrics, using a spoon as her microphone. Bucky leaned against the counter, helplessly grinning, hopelessly in love. She did a twist and some weird footwork.

MREOOOWWWW

“Alpine!,” they simultaneously shouted.

The poor cat had run off heavily limping. Bucky cursed, “Ah, shit.” The woman dropped the spatula and went after the fluffy white cat. She frantically apologized, “Alpine! Alpie! I’m so sorry baby! Oh god I didn’t mean to step on your paw babygirl!” Bucky wanted to point out the feline did not understand but held his tongue.

He followed his girlfriend into a back bedroom, then to the walk-in closet. Poor doll was in hysterics now. She wailed, “I’m the worst! What if I broke her paw? Just kill me n-n-nOWWWW!”

Bucky grabbed the sweet thing and hushed her, “Stop howling, Alpine is probably overwhelmed. Let’s be quiet and calmly approach.”

She nodded with a sniffle, mascara running down reddened cheeks. Bucky flicked the light on and softly called, “Alp, Alpine? Pspspsps c’mere baby.” He waggled his fingers at his shoe stand. Slowly the big blue eyes of Alpine came into view. The cat let out a sad ‘maaaoow’. She sucked in a wet sob behind Bucky, little hands fisted into his shirt.

Bucky crouched further down, keeping his palm extended. He cooed, “Over here psps Alpine.” Alpine unfurled from the shoe stand, limping over to the couple. Tears dripped down the young woman’s face as she let the sweet cat sniff her palm and nuzzle against it. She sniveled, “Ohhh- Alpine, m’so sorry,” Bucky was poked as she continued, “Buck? Can you check the paw out?”

Bucky grunted, “Yep. I’m sure she’ll be fine, just a smush and got startled. Bucky picked the white feline up, huge hands so tender with Alpine’s tiny paw. He gave it a few tentative presses and the cat squirmed in pain, making another sad noise. Bucky turned to look at his girlfriend and said, “Yeah I think she might be injured. We can take her to the vet in the morning. Probably just wants to lay down.”

After putting their pet back into the shoe stand, Bucky had stage three to do; console the distraught angel. She had already retreated to the bedroom, cocooning under her copious amounts of fluffy blankets. Bucky had bought them due to supersoldier heat and the ensuing thermostat on the coldest setting possible.

Bucky crawled onto the end of the bed, calling out, “Are you burrowing away from me?”

“Yes. I am the worst. Throw me into the snow already.”

Bucky crawled closer to the familiar lump and teased, “I don’t think paw stomping is equal to hypothermia.”

“It should be.”

His pink lips split into a grin as Buck yanked her blankets back and hopped on top. She squealed and batted at him, howling, “Not funny you jerk! Poor Alpine is hurt!” Bucky laughed, “Poor Alpine has been in shootouts, she’s a-okay.”

She stared up at his stupidly handsome face and pouted. Bucky’s big hands slid up her waist, commenting, “I’ll give you something to cry about if that’s what’cha want babydoll.” His dick never failed to throb at her cute little hitch in breath, pupils blowing wide.

“W-what about the lasagna?”

Bucky licked a hot stripe up her neck, promising, “Oh, this won’t be long. A little pick-me-up for my babydoll.” Her irritated huff quickly turned into a moan. Bucky grinned. So damn cute.

4. Never alone

Bucky had been having trouble sleeping recently, recurring nightmares plaguing any chance of shut eye. His girlfriend worried over him, offering any sort of help. He shook his head, eyes tired, explaining, “It comes in waves, certain times or seasons activate the trauma.”

“Okay, I just wish you didn’t have to sleep on the floor. But whatever will make you more comfortable.”

She wrung her hands nervously, pretty lips curled into a frown. Bucky sighed, patting his lap. He held her tightly and whispered, “I never wanna hurt you, so just for a little bit it’ll be like this okay? I promise, it hurts me too.” She wiped away runny tears, nodding resolutely. His precious baby warbled, “I’m being selfish, don’t mind me prattling and whining. I want what’s best for you. I love you so much,” she pinched Bucky’s thigh, “Go back to therapy tomorrow or I’ll drag you there.”

“I will,” he pecked her lips, “I will.”

They went to their separate beds, well their bed, and Bucky’s blanket and pillow on the floor. He managed to drift off before spinning cycling never ending loops of the Soldier killing and taking swamped his dreams. The asset shot upright with a painful howl, jerking his head around for the enemy.

He jumped up and grabbed a stashed knife, stalking across the floor. So confused on the lines between reality and fiction. He snarled at the sound of a high voice. It was his girl. Bucky was Bucky. Not the asset, soldier, fist of Hydra. He dropped the knife and apologized, “Oh Christ. Are you okay?” He was scared to come closer upon the fear etched into her looks. Fucking monster.

She ran to him and wrapped warm arms around his sweaty torso, crying softly. Bucky couldn’t find words to express his disgust and sorrow, holding her back tightly. His angel croaked, “I was worried about you! I’m s-sorry you had that awful nightmare. Oh Buck, let me sit with you for the rest of the night.”

Bucky peered down with resigned blue eyes. He was more exhausted now after that mind fuck. The brunette needed to get his poor baby to stop crying then maybe he could sleep. Even the cat nervously peered from behind a chair.

They migrated to the couch, her firm on top of him, gently scratching his scalp. Bucky pled, “Please know I would never hurt you. As soon as I heard your voice I knew where I was again.” She pressed her forehead to his and replied, “Then let’s just try this. You don’t have to go through this alone, ever.” She cried in little aborted huffs, trying to hold it together.

Bucky felt his heart swell at her sweet words. She was right, he didn’t have to be alone again. He had friends and his best girl who loved him, hell even the cat. Bucky squeezed her soft waist and gushed, “I love you, so, so, so much. Sweet girl.” He got a couple more tears but soon she became sleepy and winded down.

He managed to fall back into slumber, no dreams this time. Her scent and puffs of soft breath kept him grounded. Bucky hoped he deserved this, praying to whoever granted him this boon.

5. Honey I’m Home! - Smut

Sam hollered out of his big ass truck, “Get ready for the waterworks lover boy!” Bucky held up his middle finger and unlocked the front door. Sam drove away with that annoying guffaw of his. Bucky dropped his bags at the door, Alpine’s blue eyes peering up. He grinned and picked up the kitty, cooing and petting her white fluff. Bucky asked, “Hey, sweet Alp. Where’s mama hm? I know she’s all excited.”

“BABY!,” came the familiar cry. Bucky had to owe it to his supersoldier serum for managing to gently let down Alpine and pick up his girlfriend within 10 seconds. Bucky laughed and picked the woman up, happily swinging them around with a goofy grin. His heart felt so full. She spoke through hefty sobs, “I- Oh gah-ah-ah some pi-pizz-za!” Bucky chuckled and tapped her on the ass.

“The waterworks already angel? So soon?”

“YOU KNOW I MISS-SS-SED YOU!,” she caterwauled, loading Bucky’s face down with kisses. He used a big hand to stabilize her head, sealing his full lips over her shaky ones. She sighed into the lip lock, rambling about how much she missed Bucky between kisses.

Bucky pulled back and hummed, “I missed your pretty face, even the tears.” She nipped his lower lip at the jab, retorting, “Very fu-funny!”

The former assassin chuckled, “No really, I get to hug you.”

She narrowed her eyes, wiping her wet cheeks, “Uh-huh.”

Bucky lowered his lids and gave his best charming half smirk to her, purring, “Y’know what I really miss?” He groped at the globes of her ass gently, eating up her reaction. She gasped, minutely squirming, lashes fluttering. Bucky leant into her ear, humming, “Hm baby? Not gonna ask me?”

She murmured sulkily, “What is it Buck?”

He drew his words out, fanning hot breath across her ear, “I miss the way you cry and rake my back bloody when I’m between those damn thighs.”

“Mmfuck, oh, yeah?,” she squeaked, face heating up. Bucky nodded, long fingers massaging the giving flesh of her cheeks. He rumbled, “Yep sweet baby, couldn’t help myself. So pretty when you come on me. Pizza can wait, I want my girl.” The woman nodded profusely, babbling, “Pleaseplease yes wan’ it Bucky. Missed you!”

In a frenzy she lapped into his plump mouth, kissing like a madwoman. Bucky’s best kept secret is the needy little slut he only gets to have in bed. He stopped to push her against the wall, nosing around at her tits. Bucky’s Henley she wore had slipped down, displaying the soft skin. He lapped at a swollen bud and suckled on her tit, earning a high whine and fingers in his steadily growing hair.

Bucky rutted against her barely clothed pussy, feeling it already damp. He rumbled, “Must’ve been real needy dolly, so wet for me.” She shoved her breasts into his face, gasping out, “Not the same w’out you- ah!” Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head, her words stoking the fires of that possessive place in his heart.

She pulled at his brown hair, urging Bucky along desperately, hips canting against his need. The super soldier panted, “Yeah, yeah, right m’bad.” He stomped to their bedroom, grinning and kissing her hotly. Bucky laid his girlfriend down and frantically began to untie his boots, throwing them against the wall. His eyes flickered up to her yanking off the shirt.

A punched out groan left his throat when her glistening pussy was revealed to him, panties tossed carelessly to the side. Bucky shucked down his briefs and climbed between her thighs, muttering, “Fuckin’ hell— thought about you every night. Pretty pussy,” he pressed his lips to her thighs, “Legs, all of you. Damn.”

Her wide eyes softened, the girl simpering, “Thought ‘bout you too babe, most handsome guy in the world.” Bucky snorted as he pressed himself flush to her smaller body, “I don’t know about that, I do know that I’m yours though.” She smiled against his cheek, wrapping arms around his wide shoulders. Bucky sighed at the feeling of his baby’s gentle kisses to his scruffy skin.

“You want to wear a condom, me stretch you out?,” Bucky asked, eyes searching her own.

She shook her head and whispered, “Got an IUD, I’ll explain later but we don’t have to wear any condoms,” lips grew wider, “So go on and fuck me Buck.” Bucky groaned in ecstasy, situating himself flush to giving flesh. He pumped his leaking cock a couple of times before rubbing the tip against her slick entrance.

She whined and scrabbled at his back, spreading open wider, pleading, “Yeah, yeah, please Bucky, James, baby.” He replied, strained from how adorable and sexy that was, “I gotcha, hold on, fuck.”

They both cried out softly when Bucky slid in to her warm core, the noise filling the room. The brunette braced a hand beside her head, cursing lowly, “God-fucking-damn you feel so good sweets.” She whined his name, face scrunching up adorably, pussy pulsing around him.

Bucky’s flesh hand curled under the back of one of her knees, pushing the girl wider open with a grunt. He pecked her lips and began to piston into her. His blues fell closed, the rapture of being joined with his love was intense. Even more so when some asshole jacked him with the serum. She cooed softly, “Feels- ah, so good, my sweet Buck.”

He didn’t speed up, as much as the soldier wanted to jackhammer into tomorrow. He would enjoy this reunion, savor every pull of her sweet pussy around his cock. Bucky leaned into her forehead, panting into her mouth, soaking up her cries and whimpers. She gave desperate little kisses, pulling at the hair on Bucky’s nape.

“Ah! Love you!,” she moaned.

Bucky panted back, “Love you, so damn much, fffuck.”

He nuzzled into her neck, listening to himself spread her open with a groan. Selfishly, Bucky sped his hips up some, got his knees under him. That way he could fuck his baby’s g-spot, make her (really) cry. His girlfriend responded quickly, arching her back and jerking back onto Bucky’s cock. A slew up goosebumps lit up her skin, mouth hanging wide open. She scrunched her eyes shut, yelling, “Oh- oh that’s it!”

Bucky crooned, licking up her sweaty throat, “Yeah sweetheart? That’s your spot?” She nodded and babbled hitched ‘yesses’. The girl tightened around him, making the drag impossibly hotter. Bucky whined deep in his chest, strokes stuttering. He brought his vision up to look at his love, whining again at her flushed face and hooded eyes.

She whimpered, “M’so close James, oh god!” Tears pricked pretty eyes, clumping the long lashes. Bucky picked up the pace, relishing in her nails ripping his back to shreds. He would lying if he said the pain didn’t exacerbate the pleasure. The brunette gently nipped at her jaw, begging for his girl to come, hand rubbing at her chest and shoulders tenderly.

Bucky’s eyes about crossed when she tightened and howled around his swollen cock. His hand tore at the mattress while her pussy convulsed around him. She sobbed now, tears leaking down her darkened cheeks, “F-fuck Bucky! S-so good!” Her slick coated him, making the glide ever so messier.

Bucky was close now, listening to her pants and whiny cries of ‘come in me please’ was throttling any sort of longevity. His balls drew painfully close, the vein on the underside of his cock throbbing. He cried her name out, muscles seizing with a twitch, emptying into her tight cunt. Bucky’s fingers seemed to lose their motor function, arm careening with a whine. She heaved, “That’s it! Yes! Yes!”

The soldier sucked in a rough breath, finishing his climax with a soft whimper. Bucky rolled them to the side, softening cock still seating inside her. She pressed kisses to his cheeks and nose, smiling and crying per usual. Bucky wrapped his big arms around her waist and kept her flush to him. He murmured, “Perfect baby, jus’ perfect.” She responded with another stolen kiss.

+1. Public Menace!

They sat together at a restaurant, sipping some drinks. Bucky eyed his beautiful girlfriend, effortlessly styled and flawless. He told her so, earning a bashful smile and roll of the eyes. She countered, “Not as flawless as you, Winter Smolder.” Bucky narrowed his eyes, laughing, “Hey, you wanted me to do that photoshoot!”

The waiter came up with their appetizer. Bucky could tell his girlfriend was not a fan of the other man, lips turned down. She was a good judge of character though. The young man had been staring Bucky down for awhile now, even pointing at him from afar. The brunette furrowed his brows and asked, “Can I help or anything?”

The waiter replied, assuming a defensive stance, “Are you the Winter Soldier?”

Bucky felt his girl’s glare threatening to kill the boy. He offered a sheepish smile and elaborated, “Uh- at one point I was. Not anymore.” The man pressed harder, “Yeah but he’s still in there right?,” they motioned at their skull, “Just a couple of words and you snap right?”

Bucky blanched, but the knife didn’t stop digging in his chest, twisting and hot.

“How were you allowed to be pardoned? I mean The Avengers already are at death’s door, why not let a mass murderer join?,” they hissed. Bucky tried to look around for help, stammering an apology. Panic began to lace at his chest, pulling his throat tight. Their mouth was moving angrily, but all Buck could hear was ringing.

A familiar hand gripped at his, her voice clearing through the attack. His girlfriend calmly replied, “I should report your manager for harassing customers, sir.” She leaned in with a snarl, “What would you do if you were captured by a secret agency embedded within the United States for 75 years huh? Beaten, brainwashed, tortured, and forced to hurt others with no say?”

The waiter attempted to retort but she cut him off with a hand.

“Luckily Bucky here,” she poked the man’s chest, “Has a name! His name has been cleared and has worked very hard on amends. If you got your head out of your ass and looked around maybe you’d see the good work him and Cap have done around the globe!” Bucky’s girlfriend jerked into her purse and threw a bill at the dumbfounded man.

“C’mon sweetheart, we’ll go somewhere else,” she stood up and loudly announced, “I’ll make sure to give my nicest review in the DAILY BUGLE!!!”

The young waiter gasped and stared in a fog.

Bucky shuffled along, still gathering his wits. He’d never seen his girl so pissed. Once outside the restaurant she hugged him tightly, cursing, “Fucking asshole. Sorry I went a little crazy. Jameson would be proud, ha.” Meanwhile the brunette was blinking away tears, grateful for her swift save. He blurted, more of a croak, “Thank you angel.” Suddenly his eyes were blurry with hot tears.

Bucky sobbed in her arms, the panic, shame, and embarrassment from earlier breaking down. The woman soothed him with a shush, rubbing his muscular back. She cooed, “That’s okay, let it out, about time for you to be the crier.” Bucky smiled slightly, eyeing her with red rims. She swiped away his tear, stating, “Don’t ever let an idiot like that make you feel less than, you are good.”

Bucky shook his head, murmuring, “Does everybody still think I’m about to snap?”

She raised a brow, “Buck. The amount of good press you got from the GRC debacle has shown you in a different light,” she laughed, “I can write puff pieces of you napping with the cat if that makes you feel better baby?” He swatted her ass with a roll of teary eyes, thanking his girlfriend again.

Bucky asked, “D’ya just wanna order in instead? I’ll rub your feet.”

“Free of charge, no foot rubs, let’s go home big guy,” she shrugged. Bucky would be a little weepy for the rest of the night, but she made it bearable.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #fluff

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magicaloneandmystery · 1 year

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choking on you (j.m. x reader)

been obsessed w Joel so here's a little something (my inbox is open if y'all wanna share any thoughts you have about him 👀 or the game/show in general! your girl is both horny and geeky about Joel hehe)

part 2 is out!

joel miller x fem!reader

warnings: mdni 18+, choking, no explicit sexual content but it's not PG-13 lmao, mentions of spanking, dom/sub themes, sir kink (?), this is NOT proofread.

he had been hard all day, since he saw you prancing around Jackson in the morning when he was about to visit Tommy. that skirt...

you would be the death of him, he was sure.

when evening rolled around, you came by his house for dinner. Ellie was out with her friends and that meant date night.

"hey Joel!" your voice came from his doorway. he gripped the spoon a little tighter when he thought about seeing that fucking dress hug you in all the correct places.

"hi sweetheart," he mumbled when you came inside the kitchen to find him stirring.

"whatcha making there big boy?" your feet carried you closer to him, standing next to him, shoulder brushing his arm. he mumbled out the dish, not really thinking about it, all focused on trying to maintain his composure.

"that's nice, let me help set up the table." you turned around, browsing through his cabinets to find the silverware needed. his eyes were glued on your ass, the way your hips swayed with each step. he was 51% sure you were doing this on purpose.

"sweetheart?"

"hmm?" you turned back, making eye contact with him, eyes wide and innocent.

oh. you were doing this on purpose.

his little minx.

aware of your plans with just that little confirmation, he decided to play along. he was sure he could outlast you if he really worked on controlling himself.

"would you pass me the spice jars?"

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it was becoming harder to control himself.

you were currently bent over near the couch, again, picking up a cushion that fell down. he could see your panties. what really got him, though, was...

he could see a damp spot on them. his fists clenched, his cock hardening.

you straightened, coming back to sit beside him after situating the cushion on the side. your hands slipped around his arm, leg coming up to rest on his thigh. you pretended not to notice the slight outline on his crotch.

"so, you were telling me about the wall repair?" his hands came to rest on your thighs, rubbing slowly.

"hmm," he focused on your lips, "it's nothing. just a routine maintenance I suggested Tommy conducts with others to make sure the walls are safe. I conducted the south wall's today."

"is it safe?" he looked into your eyes then, a brief moment of understanding passing between the two of you.

"don't worry baby, everything's good," he said.

"good," you rested your head on his shoulder, hand coming to rub his thigh, getting dangerously close to the visibly hardening cock.

"don't you think you're off the hook for the day, baby," he said, bringing you to a still.

"what do you mean?" the doe eyes were back as you gazed up at him.

"don't act innocent," he slid his finger down the side of your face, kissing the corner of your lips lightly. "it'll only worsen your punishment," he whispered.

your thighs clenched, palm now still and grabbing his thigh. "what punishment?" you mumbled, looking at him with a downright filthy look that makes him want to spank you ten times.

his hand slid down further to your neck, his palm enclosing around it easily.

your eyes widened further, the wetness pooling between your legs.

"you wanna ask that again?"

you tried opening your mouth again, the fight not leaving you just yet. just before you did, however, his hold tightened, briefly cutting off your airflow before loosening again.

"hmm?" he taunted, knowing the fight has now left your body.

"no, sir," you said.

"good girl," he said, standing up suddenly and leaving you on the couch. he turned around, taking the bottle of wine that was kept on the coffee table. "I think that's enough of this, wouldn't you say?"

you knew better than to question him, knowing that he probably already had a long list of things to punish you for.

you didn't exactly behave today.

what with all the brushes against his crotch, bending down so your panties or boobs were in his view, that time during lunch you looked him square in his eyes as you licked a spoon slowly.

every clench of his jaw brought more wetness to your core. you were damp since afternoon.

"yes sir," you uttered.

he came back, his hands undoing the belt around his waist. he unbuttoned the shirt, discarding it. his hand grasped your neck again, pulling you to stand in front of him.

"what do you say, is it time for bed?"

"whatever you want, sir."

"oh baby, you think you can be a good girl now and get off easy?"

you shook your head, eyes cast downward.

"look at me when I talk to you."

doing as he says, you find his darkened eyes and hold his stare.

"c'mon, let's find out how long you can go without beggin' to cum."

it's been a looooong time since I posted something. well, hope you like this! in a serious Joel thirst era.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #joel x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #the last of us imagine #the last of us smut #my writing #sr writes

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sissyndfw · 2 months

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Good Morning BBC

Derek's alarm went off at 6 am waking us both up. He was spooning me and I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my ass. I squeezed my butt plug as I pushed back into his dick causing him to moan, mmmmmm. I reached down and pulled his big fucking cock between my legs and started stroking both our cocks together. My little girl cock immediately got hard and started throbbing as I had flashbacks of Derek and Thomas fucking my brains out last night.

Derek's big black cock was so much bigger than mine, his big thick shaft rubbing against the bottom of my little sissy dick felt so good. I rocked back and forth on his huge cock as I massaged his head with our pre cum. Derek pulled my hair to the back and started kissing my neck as I stroked harder. He sucked on my ear lobe and then pulled my head back as he stuck his tongue in my ear. This sent me over the edge as my little cock started pumping hot cum all over Derek's bbc.

I reached down and started jerking him off with both hands using my thick cum as lube. Derek started moaning as he thrusted his cock into my hands. He pulled his tongue out of my ear and moaned louder as he grabbed my hips and pressed his pelvis into my ass putting pressure on my butt plug and sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. I rocked my hips back and twisted my hand around his cock as he exploded thick waves of cum into my other hand. I held our cocks there together for a second as I lapped up all the cum from my hand.

Derek pulled his big cum covered cock from between my legs and rolled onto his back. I flipped around and dove under the covers to clean up the mess I had made. I licked his cock clean, our cum mixed together tasted so good. I took his head into my mouth and sucked as I moaned, mmmmmm, and then let my lips smack as it popped out of my mouth. I love sucking your big black cock, I said lovingly as I wrapped my arms around Derek's hips and licked along the bottom of his hard shaft down to his big balls.

I don't have to be at work for an hour Derek said as he reached down and grabbed my hair guiding me back to his cock head. Are you going to fill my tummy with cum, I begged. I opened my mouth as he pushed my head down onto his throbbing cock. As his big round tip slid up into my throat he let go of my head and grabbed my hips, pulling me on top of him. I rocked forward pulling his hips and taking his cock balls deep into my mouth, giving Derek a full view of my ass.

He slapped my butt, damn you have sexy ass and a cute little pink gurl cock, he said. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down to his face, taking my little cock into his mouth. I slid my mouth off his dick, ohhhh fuck, I exclaimed as my little cock stiffened. Derek held me there pulling my hips down as he sucked my gurl dick. I grabbed his cock and stroked him while bobbing my head on his tip.

Give me your arms, Derek commanded. I reached back and he grabbed my wrists and held them with my hips. He brought his legs up putting his feet flat on the bed and thrusted his big black cock up into my throat. Derek had full control over my body as he moved me back and forth, my little clitty sliding in and out of his mouth as he face fucked me like a toy.

I squeezed my butt plug as tight as I could trying not to cum as Derek fucked my mouth harder and harder. The drool pouring out of my mouth had covered his balls and was running down the side of his hips and abs. I couldn't take it any longer, my moans muffled by his massive cock as I exploded in his mouth. He pulled me down and sucked as hard as he could draining my sissy balls completely. He moaned, mmmmmm as my cum squirted down his throat.

Derek released my arms and flipped me onto my back, his throbbing hard cock still down my throat. He started driving his BBC in and out of my throat as hard as he could making me gag as thick spit poured out with each thrust covering my face. He started grunting as he thrusted harder, I reached around his hips and held him tight as he began to cum.

Derek slammed his huge dick all the way down my throat squishing his big black balls into my sloppy face. His big black cock pulsed as he pumped a gallon of hot fucking cum right into my tummy. Take my load you little fucking cum slut he yelled as he squirted waves of thick cum into me. He finished thrusting and pulled his cock free from my mouth. I reached up and wiped the spit from my eyes just in time to see him grab the base of his cock and thrust a massive cum shot right into my open mouth, he thrusted again and another cum shot hit my face. I laid there on my back covered in his thick cum licking my lips as I stared up at him. I love your big black cock Derek, I purred, I love the way you fuck me and fill me with your yummy cum.

Derek looked down, you are my little cum dumpster from now on, he said. You can fuck me with that black cock anytime you want, I replied.

#sissy for bbc #transgurl #bbc #eat my entire ass #eat my pussy #faggot sissy #femboys #free use slvt #gangb4ng

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fortheloveoffanfic · 1 year

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Warmer

John Wick x Reader

Author's Note: One of a small handful of holiday-centric drabbles.

Masterlists

Warnings- hints at age gap

“I can’t believe you’ve never had hot cocoa,” Y/n scoffed, expression etched with disbelief as she regarded John, who was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar in her Manhattan apartment, “You’ve been around for like, fourty-” He offered her a pointed look and in response, she pressed her lips together, barely restraining a grin, “A while,” she eventually corrected.

“I don’t know what to tell you, sweetheart,” he shrugged, absently fiddling with the edge of her decorative fruit bowl, “Its just…not the kind of thing I got growing up,” he face fell a little and he ducked his head to hide it- though Y/n saw anyway. “Then the Marines…..we’re more partial to coffee,” he chuckled dryly, attempting to lighten the mood, “After that it just felt like….” He shook a shoulder, “Kid stuff.”

Arching her brows, she sauntered over to the counter, leaning forward over the marble surface to reach for one of his hands. “Are you calling me a kid, Jonathan?” Her question carried an air of feigned seriousness but her fingers toying with his were enough to prove that she wasn’t actually upset.

“I suspect that I should choose my next words carefully,” he moistened his lips, a glimmer dancing in his dark eyes.

“You should,” Y/n warned lightly. After another moment of easy silence, they both snorted a brief fit of quiet laughter.

When they settled, Y/n bent her head and bought John’s hand to her lips, pressing a chaste, lingering kiss to his knuckles. She always felt the need to be gentle with his hands; they’d been through so much, it only made sense that someone take the time to offer them- like him- some tenderness and care. “I’m sorry I made fun of you,” her tone dropped, remorse finally seeping in; it wasn’t his fault that he’d never been afforded simple pleasures of the holiday season, like cocoa with marshmallows during winter or a Christmas tree.

Or someone to spend the holidays with.

“Its okay,” John flashed her a faint smile, weaning his hands out of hers to hook his fingers under her chin. The rough pad of his thumb caressed her jaw and he added softly, “I know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I didn’t,” Y/n confirmed, shifting her face to peck the inside of his wrist before pulling away altogether, returning to her saucepan on the stove. Giving the contents a gentle stir with a wooden spoon, she reached for the festive mugs she’d left nearby. “This should be cool enough,” she announced, lifting the pot off the stove before setting it down moments later on a pot holder and reaching for a ladle so she could fill up both mugs.

“So how do we do this?” John’s voice behind her coupled with his hands suddenly landing on her hips made her jump a little, and he chortled quietly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, bringing his lips to the top of her head. His face lingered there for a moment, nose buried in her hair, breathing the scent of her shampoo.

It always amazed her; he was so big and imposing, yet so impressively quiet when he moved- Y/n supposed it came with his job description.

“We do it," she giggled softly when his hands slid from her hips to her front, while he simultaneously stepped forward a bit, so her back would be flush against his chest. “Like this,” Y/n managed through her laughter, just after topping the mugs with whipped cream and a few mini marshmallows.

“Try it,” she encouraged, turning in his tight embrace to offer John one of the mugs.

“It looks sweet- like sugary,” he clarified, furrowing his brows a little before finally bringing the cup to his lips. At the initial taste, John- her back coffee, one sugar, whiskey neat man- hummed appreciatively. “Its good, actually,” he sounded weary, as if the thought liking cocoa was a threat to his reputation as a big, bad assassin who could punch his way through any situation that called for it.

He squinted his eyes a little when she put her hands over her lips, stifling a small laugh, “What?”

“You’ve got a little…..” She reached up, using her pointer to swipe some whipped cream off the top of his nose, subsequently popping her finger into her mouth.

“See why I’ve never done this?” He joked, setting the mug down on the counter once more as she leaned against the edge.

Y/n snorted, “Cause you hate whipped cream?”

John huffed, smile softening, “Cute, but no,” with his hands now free, he reached for hers, lifting them a little between them, “Because I’ve never had someone to share it with.”

Her cheeks warmed up and not knowing how else to respond, Y/n tilted her head slightly and regarded him with a fondness that was reserved only for John, “I think you might be sweeter than the cocoa.”

A soft sound- like a hum contained low in his throat- was John’s immediate response. Though, after a moment, he let her hands go in favor of wrapping his arms around her in a hug, something that was a little unconventional with John; in their time together, he’d started becoming more acquainted with physical affection-with the idea that his body could do something more than inflict pain- but conventional hugs were still a rarity. Y/n got the sense that they must have made him feel too vulnerable, and while she did enjoy being close to him, she loved him more than enough to respect his boundaries and the pace he wanted to go at

She also appreciated the moments where he trusted her enough to initiate one.

Slightly, John lifted her off the ground, just as her arms tightened affectionately around his neck. His salt and pepper beard ticked the side of her face, and she smiled while nuzzling closer, just as he whispered; “I think you’re warmer.”

#john wick #keanu reeves #john wick x reader #keanu reeves x reader #christmas fic #john wick fanfic #warmer

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n0cturna1-m3 · 2 years

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Tarts | John "Soap" MacTavish x Male Reader | Fluff

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Little bit of kissing but that's all

Request; "could you please write some soap x male reader fluff? like quite domestic and they're baking together and have a dog maybe?" @sammy863

A/N; MY FIRST REQUEST YEAAHH!! In all honesty, I tried writing this 4 times before giving up and having my friend help me, and thank god I asked because I was pulling my hair out. I wonder if you can tell what my favourite dog breed is? /s anyway, enjoy lads!

About 1.3k words

Mo grá means 'My love' in Irish btw

“Johnny,” Y/N whined, stopping his hands that were kneading shortbread dough and hanging his head back. “When will I be done? My arms are sore.”

John turned his head to look at him while continuing to mix the tart filling he was working on. “Stop complaining,” he scolded, turning his attention back to the fruity mix. “You can put it in the fridge”

Y/N moulded it into a ball and wrapped it in clingfilm tightly, leaving no room for air bubbles before taking it to the fridge and placing it inside, shutting it behind him.

“Until it gets firm, then you can roll it flat ‘n cut it,” John said. He paused his stirring when feeling Y/N creep up behind him and wrap one of his arms around his large build. “What are you up to?”

“Nothin’” Y/N said, bringing his other hand around and revealing a bottle of whiskey, attempting to pour it into John’s handiwork, the latter grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“Awa you and chew mah banger,” The brunette hissed, squeezing Y/N’s hand. He placed the bottle on the counter but didn’t let go of it, keeping a tight grip on it. He leaned in and kissed John’s neck, proceeding to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“Aye, sorry mo gráh” Y/N replied, hand travelling down and resting on John’s hip. “I was just trying to make it taste better. You know I would though.” He whispered the last part, kissing his lover's neck again. John scoffed and patted his head before dipping his finger in the filling and putting it in front of Y/N’s lips.

“Taste.” Y/N complied, taking his finger into his mouth and licking the sweet jam off it.

“God, it’s sweet,” He grunted, playfully scrunching up his face. “It’s good, I like it.”

John hummed and pushed the bowl away from him, wrapping the top with cling film before turning around to look at Y/N who smiled and kissed him on the nose.

“I think Alfie would like some,” Y/N mentioned, letting the whiskey go and taking the spoon from the bowl, stepping away from John.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned, reaching for Y/N’s hand. He had already alerted their anatolian shepherd by saying his name, the big dog trotting into the kitchen with his ears perked up. He wagged his tail at the sight of Y/N running past him with a spoonful of jam.

“Come on, laddy! Don’t get me caught!” Y/N laughed running through the small house with both Alfie and John on his heels. Y/N slid on the wood floors because of his socks, almost running into a wall.

“Don’t you give him that, Y/N! I’ll kick your arse!” He yelled as he chased the two, almost barreling straight through their bedroom door when Y/N closed it in his face and locked it behind him, pressing his back to it to keep it closed while he laughed. He let the large dog lick the spoon clean while John made empty threats and scolded him while pounding on the door. “You’ll have to come out eventually.”

“Aye, I will!” He said, taking shaky breaths between his laughter. “But you won’t stick to any a those threats, will ya now?”

In response, John unlocked the door and shouldered it open, Y/N stumbling forward and tripping over Alfie, landing face first into the floor. Alfie picked up the spoon in his jaws and bolted past John, disappearing into the living room to lick it clean. Y/N was cackling as John grabbed his left ankle and began dragging him back into the hallway, his own laughter joining Y/N’s. Y/N grabbed onto the doorway with both his hands and effectively stopped John from yanking him any further through the home, struggling to break free from his tight grip.

John eventually let him go and Y/N rolled onto his back, a wide grin on his face as he looked up at John, sharing his fond gaze. He dropped to his knees, straddling Y/N’s legs and cupping his face, pulling him into a chaste kiss. Y/N was still giggling, wrapping his arms around John’s waist and rocking side to side as best he could. John lightly slapped his cheek and pulled away from him, Y/N’s wide, toothy smile making him laugh.

“You look like a gobshite,” He said. Y/N shrugged his shoulders and looked at him with adoration, leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you, Johnny,” Y/N whispered against John’s lips, leaning in to give him another kiss. He reciprocated it, tilting his head and smiling. Y/N let one of his hands travel down John’s back, sneakily resting on his ass and giving it a tight squeeze.

“No, we are not doing this in the hallway,” John said, pulling away from Y/N’s face and putting his hand over his mouth. The H/C furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, but John gave him a stern look that screamed ‘There will be no negotiation.’

Y/N licked John’s hand, the latter groaning and sitting up, wiping his hand on Y/N’s shirt with a face of disgust.

“Are you willing to reconsider?” He queried, tilting his head and looking at his lover with a smug face. He shook his head with a grin and attempted to stand, only to be pulled into Y/N’s arms again, wrapping them around his waist tighter and flipping them over and kissing John again.

His hands rested on John’s hips and he leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, pulling away and looking down at John.

“I love you, Johnny,” Y/N said as he kissed John again, the latter wrapping his arms around Y/N’s neck loosely. He deepened the kiss by parting his lips and running his tongue on Y/N’s own, him opening his mouth and welcoming John’s wet tongue into his mouth, sighing at the feeling of being so close to him. Y/N would never get sick of this feeling, his chest tightening and mind buzzing with excitement and affection for John, all for him, and only for him.

Alfie walked over and stared at his parents with what could only be described as disgust. The only option he had to stop this nonsense of his humans trying to eat each other's faces was obvious to him: jump on Y/N’s back and dig all four of his large paws into his skin to end this incident. So that is exactly what he did.

Y/N grunted as Alfie pushed him off of John rather aggressively, resting on his side as he barked at them both and took up a playful stance before stepping on John and laying all his body weight on him, glaring at Y/N with his big brown puppy eyes.

Scoffing, Y/N sat up and stared at the two, a betrayal written all over his face. “I can’t believe this!” He exclaimed, watching John as he laughed and wrapped his arms around the big dog. “You’ve chosen this boyo over me!”

“I haven’t, honest!” John laughed, ruffling Alfie’s thick fur as he looked at Y/N. “I’d never pick a mutt over you.”

“Tell that to the boyo that’s shoved me off ya and taken my place!”

“He’s just clingy.” Y/N made an ‘uh huh’ noise before standing up and leaving the two to cuddle. “Are you sulking now?”

“No,” Y/N lied, walking to the kitchen and watching them from behind the counter, his bottom lip and cheeks puffed out. John shook his head and pushed Alfie off of him, getting onto his feet and walking to Y/N, kissing him in the cheek.

“You’re not a very good liar,” John whispered. Y/N turned and wrapped his arms around John again, kissing his forehead and proceeding to bury his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “Will you help me finish the tarts?”

“‘Course I will, mo grá.”

#x male reader #cod x male reader #soap x male reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x male reader #i want to be happy #let me have this #gay

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thebigbadbatswife · 9 months

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Date Night

Pairing - Oliver Queen x F!Reader

Summary - “Dinner’s going to get cold,” he said between pants, but made no actual effort to stop you. “Then we’ll eat it cold,” you muttered, pressing kisses down his muscular chest. Only stopping briefly to bite and suck at his skin, leaving lovebites all over his torso..." You and Oliver have a date night, but end up skipping straight to dessert.

Warnings - 18+ content, Smut, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex, Fluff

Word Count - 2.2k

You gripped the railing of the fire escape, swinging over the edge and landing on one of the lower levels. Your heart was still hammering against your chest, blood rushing through your veins. The adrenaline from tonight had yet to wear off. While plenty of criminals had been taken off of the streets tonight, thanks to you, you had cut your usual patrol short for it was finally date night. Something that you were very excited for.

Between your watch over Star City and Oliver saving the world with his Justice League friends, neither of you had had much time for each other. It was frustrating at times. Barely having time to say good morning, good night or even share a quick kiss before one of you was off again. Though, it had allowed you to discover what they say is true. Absence certainly did make the heart grow fonder.

Sitting on the fire escape, outside of the window of your shared apartment, was a big black cat. His face was scarred up from the many fights he had gotten from living on the streets for the majority of his life. You still thought he was a completely handsome cat though.

“Hey, big boy,” you greeted him as he got up and started to rub his body around your legs, tail held high and already purring like a truck. You reached down and scratched the top of his head. “Did your dad not hear you and left you out here all cold and hungry?” you coed as you scooped him up into your arms. “How about we get you something to eat, hmmm?”

The window was opened just enough that you could slid the fingers of your free hand into the gap and open it. As you climbed into the apartment, you were greeted with the delicious smell of food cooking. It had your mouth watering and your stomach grumbling. You hadn’t realised just how hungry you were. Of course, nothing worked up an appetite quite like crime fighting and no one cooked like your Ollie did.

“What are you cooking?” you called out. “It smells amazing!” Now that you were inside your cat leapt from your arms and took off toward the kitchen.

“My world’s famous chilli!” Oliver replied. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of it. It sounded divine.

As you rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, your jaw dropped at the sight of Oliver. He was wearing nothing, but a pair of grey sweats that were riding rather low on his hips. All of a sudden, you were hungry for something else entirely.

“You’re drooling,” he said, looking at you over his shoulder. Green eyes sparkling with amusement. You were positive he had done it on purpose to get this sort of reaction out of you. You immediately shut your mouth and rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re such a dick.”

You walked passed him, returning your focus on getting your cat some dinner. You could always jump Oliver afterwards.

“How long till dinner’s ready?” you asked, reentering the kitchen after you had set down a bowl of wet food on the cat tree. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder and letting your eyes close for a moment.

“A couple more minutes,” he replied. You hummed in response.

You loved this. This almost domestic bliss that the two of you were currently living. To think that there was a time where you believed that you would never find a love like this. Your eyes snapped opened when a spoon was suddenly pushed into your mouth. You groaned at the taste. “Damn, that’s good. Though I would add some more spice next time.”

You heard Oliver scoff. “More spice? It’s damn perfect the way it is!” He feined hurt over your comment.

“Is it though?” you teased, laughing softly as he scowled at you. You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

With the stove now off and the apartment not in danger of burning down, you pushed him up against the kitchen counter and kissed him deeply. Oliver moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you, holding you closer. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths as your hand appreciated his muscular body, sliding down to where you could already feel him starting to press against you.

“Dinner’s going to get cold,” he said between pants, but made no actual effort to stop you.

“Then we’ll eat it cold,” you muttered, pressing kisses down his muscular chest. Only stopping briefly to bite and suck at his skin, leaving lovebites all of his torso.

You dropped down onto your knees, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, freeing his half hard cock. With your hand wrapped around him, stroking him, it didn’t take him long to become fully hard. You licked him from base to tip before pressing a kiss to the tip, drawing a shudder from him.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, meeting and holding his gaze, you took the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head before starting to suck on it, your hand stroking what wasn’t inside of your mouth. He moaned deeply, resisting the urge to thrust deeper in your mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, you started to take more of him, stopping when he was about halfway in. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock as you pulled him out and flicked the tip with your tongue.

Oliver moaned deeply as you repeated your motions, taking him deeper and deeper each time until he hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, using your throat muscles to massage his cock. His breathing stuttered as he shivered.

“Fuck, beautiful,” he panted, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white. Your mouth wrapped around his cock felt amazing. Especially after it had been so long. It was impossible for him to be mad that dinner was going to be cold by the time the two of you sat down to ate.

You hollowed your cheeks as you started to bob up and down his cock. Your hand came up to cup his balls and massage them, thoroughly enjoying the deep, guttural moan that left him. While your other hand slipped between your legs, pressing up against yourself through your suit, to ease the ache there.

Oliver groaned and occasionally muttered little curses and words of praise as you bobbed up and down his cock. You loved how loud he got during a blow job. Not only was there nothing sexier than hearing a man moan, but it made you feel good. And the fact that you could reduce him into a moaning, whimpering mess with just your mouth made you feel powerful.

“Oh, God,” he gasped your name. His head falling backwards, eyes closing. “Don’t stop.”

His breathing was fast and ragged, the muscles in his stomach tensing. Cock growing harder and balls tightening. He was getting close. So you doubled up on your efforts. You wanted to feel him coming down your throat. It didn’t take much longer before he was moaning your name as he came down your throat. You did your best to swallow every last drop, swirling your tongue around the slit before finally letting him go.

Oliver was panting hard, body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. You removed your hand from between your thighs and climbed back up onto your feet. The ache there was becoming unbearable. You desperately wanted, needed, his mouth on your pussy. You pressed your body up against his, capturing his lips with yours. He groaned at the taste of himself still lingering on your tongue.

His hands were greedy, as they roamed and grabbed at your breasts and ass. You grabbed the hand that was currently groping your ass and directed him to your pussy. He immediately applied pressure there, rubbing you through your suit. You moaned, hips bucking. It wasn’t enough. He caught on quickly and removed his hand. Deft fingers made quick work of the various buckles and straps of your suit and boots. Discarding the pieces to the side, along with your underwear and sports bra, before he lifted you up onto the counter.

You spread your legs for him, letting him get a clear view of just how wet you were. Slick dripped from you and onto the counter. The green of his eyes were almost completely swallowed by his pupils as he drank in the sight of you, swallowing thickly. He didn’t waste another second as he dove between your legs. He lapped up your arousal before sweeping his tongue through your lower lips and latching his lips around your engorged clitoris.

Relief was the first thing you felt. Your pussy finally getting the attention from the man you had been agonisingly waiting for to relieve that ache that your hands and toys just couldn’t. The relief didn’t last long as it was replaced by an intense wave of pleasure.

“Ollie!” you mewled, your fingers buried in his hair, keeping his head there. His hands were keeping your legs spread so you couldn’t wrap them around his head. You already knew that you weren’t going to last very long. You were too wound up for that.

He released your clit and before you could complain or whine, he pushed his tongue inside of you. You murmured and moaned his name as he made love to you with his mouth. As he fucked you with his tongue, he nuzzled your clit with his nose.

Your orgasm came quickly and you gushed into his mouth as you came with a cry. Your hips bucked and you grinded against his face as you rode the waves of your climax. Much like you earlier, he did his best to lap up every last drop.

As you came down from your high, Oliver pulled away, chuckling deeply. He kissed up your body before kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself on his own lips and tongue.

“Well that was certainly good for my ego,” he said, grinning.

You rolled your eyes for the second time that night and playfully hit at him. “Fuck you,” you replied.

“I’d much rather fuck you, beautiful.” He kissed you again. This time harder and more demanding. You could feel his cock, already rock hard again, rubbing up against the inside of your thigh. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

He entered you in a single thrust, immediately bottoming out. The sudden intrusion had you gasping against his lips. You loved the feeling of Oliver inside of you. In both length and girth he was the perfect fit. Like the two of you were made for each other.

Your walls fluttered and squeezed around his cock as he started to thrust. He dragged his cock out of you, making sure you could feel every inch and vein as he pulled out until only the head was left inside before roughly thrusting back inside of you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned wantonly, the noise complaints be damned.

Your first orgasm had left you extremely sensitive, a fact that Oliver was quick to pick up on. He smirked against the skin of your neck, where he had been kissing and gently biting you. He trailed his lips up to your ear and nibbled on your earlobe.

“Let’s see how quickly I can make you cum this time,” he whispered in your ear. His breath sent goosebumps across your skin.

You weren’t given a chance to respond before he was thrusting into you harder than before, stealing the air out of your lungs with each one. He pressed his thumb against your clitoris and started rubbing. The amount of pleasure you were feeling made you felt like you were going to go insane from it. You were really digging your nails into his shoulders now, likely hard enough to end up drawing blood. Not that he seemed to notice or care.

When you came, you came hard, gushing around his cock. You swore you saw stars as you voiced turned hoarse crying his name. The squeezing of your cunt around Oliver’s cock was too much and he quickly followed you over the edge, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied himself deep inside of you.

Slowly, the two of you came down from your delirious highs. You hissed as he pulled out of you, your overly sensitive cunt protesting at the movement. He grabbed a dish towel, using it to clean the both of you up.

“Welcome home sex is definitely at the top of the list,” he said after kissing you.

“Definitely,” you agreed. You hopped off of the counter and his hands immediately found their way to your waist, steadying you when you stumbled slightly. “We should probably shower, put on some clean clothes and have dinner.”

He hummed. “Or we could just eat dinner naked. After all what’s the point of getting clean and wearing more clothes when I’m going to want desert straight afterwards?”

You had a very long night ahead of you and you could not wait.

#oliver queen x reader #green arrow x reader #oliver queen x fem!reader #green arrow x fem!reader #oliver queen smut #green arrow smut #my writing

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loakstahni · 4 months

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Smuty Lyle Wainfleet headcanons

Warnings⚠; smut, a bit of fluff, lyle just being Lyle❤

Word count; 610

Tag list; @quicktosimp @pandoraslxna

I can also see him as someone who is very vocal during sex; grunting, moaning, hissing, whining, whimpering, etc. I can also see him as someone who was embarrassed about the noises he'd make, so he'd muffle himself with his hand, arm, or your neck. So when you tell him it's ok to make noise, that's all he does, he'll moan as loud as you. His O face is hot and sexy, I'm talking eyes rolled so far back he can see his thoughts, mouth dropped open in a broken moan and ears flat to his head while he orgasms. If he doesn't get his cuddles after sex he'll pout for days- He's got a high sex drive, horny 24/7. You say the word and he's ready to go. He's a big baby behind closed doors, loving on you, extremely clingy and stuff.

His top kinks are, breeding, marking, tail pulling, public sex, cum play, and spit play.

He loves shower sex, something about getting clean and then getting all dirty again makes him bonkers.

Lyle’s top favorite positions are doggy, missionary, cowgirl and mating press.

For cowgirl he'll grab your hips or sides, bouncing you up and down on his cock sometimes even lifting you all the way off just to drop you back down and smirk. He'd laugh when you smack his chest, “sorry baby, my hands slipped.”

For doggy style he'll bend over you, chest pressed flat into your back while humping you like a dog in heat. Wrapping his arms around your belly or middle and sometimes pulling you up onto your knees so he's fucking up into you. He'll also pull your tail to get you to clench him tighter.

For missionary Lyle’s a sweetheart, normally gentle and tender sex. He doesn't hover over you in missionary tho- he'll lay on top of you, wanting to be as close as possible. Hands holding yours beside your head, face pressed into yours.

And for the mating press, he'll hook your legs over his shoulders and bend you in half, and press your knees into your chest. Once again he will press all his weight into you, loving being close to you while he plows into your cunt.

He loves to touch you, loves cuddles and holding hands. He just loves physical touch.

Lyle loves to be the big spoon, or lay on top of you, just squishing you all the time.

Whenever he gets back from a mission he normally finds you in the mess hall or just wandering around base, so he'll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your middle and lift you up, spinning you around and peppering kisses all over the side of your neck and side of your head while you giggle and squirm in his hold.

He loves giving hugs, and will squeeze you until you can't breathe.

Lyle loves to roughhouse, he'll beg you to come to the recom gym so he can wrestle and play fight with you, he'll also pin you into the bed just for fun, and not letting you up until you say he's the best.

Lyle loves being a na'vi, loves being tall and he really likes how big his muscles and especially how big his cock is now. He wouldn't want to be a human even if he had the chance to again.

When he first saw himself naked he thought he was a female for a second, he didn't understand the protective slit at all. So just stood there, looking at himself in the floor length mirror before he decided to figure it out himself. He just ended up ‘fingering' the slit for a bit, until his cock slid out and he was in love at first sight.

He calls his slit his dick-pussy.

He hates when someone calls him bald, he'll growl at them before shouting "it's called clean shaven, dip shit!"

Lyle is a big baby and I love him❤

#roomie rambles^^#avatar way of water #avatar james cameron #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet smut #lyle wainfleet x reader

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Sasuke Appetite 😍

for @aethien11-blog Sasuke feels a bit . . . peckish! Approx. 500 words of Sasuke and a certain kind of hunger. Fluffy sweetness!

If there was one thing Sasuke missed about the modern world, it was the food. Well, that and hot showers and big, soft mattresses. But right now he was pretty sure he’d give his right arm for a bag of chips or an order of french fries. He sighed.

“What was that for?” The chatelaine rolled over to look at him, her sleepy expression creased with slight worry.

“Nothing.” He smiled as much as he could to reassure her and then kissed the tip of her nose. “Roll back over and I’ll be your big spoon.”

She rubbed the tip of her nose. “Didn’t sound like nothing.”

He laughed softly and closed his eyes. “I was just thinking. I miss chips.”

Her smile was in her voice as she replied. “Me too. And parfait. And chocolate ice cream. Oooh! And croissants. I wish I’d eaten all of my favorite things one last time before -”

Sasuke felt guilt creep up in his chest. “Sorry. I knew what I was getting into. But you thought you were just out sightseeing.” He felt her fingertips on his cheek.

“It’s not your fault. The wormhole would have been there either way. I’m just lucky I’ve got a moderately awesome ninja to look after me.”

Though the guilt did not ease completely, a warmth suffused him. It was so strange to think that in the midst of time travel, war, and chaos, he’d found the woman he loved - and that she could love him back. He took her hand in his and kissed her palm.

She scooted closer on the futon and snuggled her head against his chest. “So. Tell me. If you had one last meal to eat before the wormhole, what would it be?”

Sasuke wasn’t thinking about food anymore, really. The unexpected hunger for things he could not have was supplanted by another appetite entirely. He stroked her hair back from her face, his roving hand moving down her neck and shoulder to caress her arm. “Are you sleepy?”

“Not yet,” she lied, blinking up at him.

He laughed softly and pulled her even closer.

“Ok,” she amended. “I’m a little sleepy. But not that much! Why did you ask?” Her protest was marred by another yawn.

“Did you know that yawning magnifies your cuteness exponentially?” Sasuke leaned down to kiss her forehead, but she turned her face up at just the right moment to catch his lips with her own.

“I did not know that,” she replied when their kiss broke. “But I’m feeling a lot less sleepy now.”

His hand slid down to her hip. “I think my happiness meter is almost maxed out. But . . .”

“But?”

“I’m not sorry to inform you that it’s going to take more than a kiss to satisfy me now. Is it alright if I -” Sasuke tugged the fabric of her loosely wrapped kimono.

“Mmmm. I would like that.” Her hand stroked his chest.

His love and desire for her only grew. It was an appetite he could never really sate, and that, he thought, was a good thing. He gently pulled her kimono from her shoulders and felt again a certain awe that this was his girlfriend. She was too beautiful and too sweet and it felt sometimes like he’d stolen a destiny that was not his own.

She looked at him with stars in her eyes. “What now?”

Sasuke grinned. “Hijinks ensue.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen sasuke #sasuke sarutobi #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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headhedgehog · 7 months

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Don't try to protect me

Barou finds out his girlfriend was assaulted in the past. She doesn't let him make it about himself.

Barou Shouei x fem oc.

CW: r*pe/non-con (does not happen in the story but is a central plot point), sexual situations

Aged up characters/pro-player era. Everyone is over 21. MDNI, duh.

"Shouei, quit," she giggled, snuggled back against him.

"You really want me to quit?" he whispered in her ear, his bassy voice sending a shiver down her spine. He was spooning his girlfriend, holding her tight under the covers of their shared bed, his fingers teasing the waistband of her underwear. "'Cause I can feel how you're grinding your ass into me, babes, and it sure doesn't seem like you want me to stop."

She turned her head so she could look up at him, her brown eyes meeting his red. A devious smile crossed her face.

"Mmm, you might be right."

Barou grinned at her, moved to nip her ear. His fingers slipped under her panties, the tip of his middle finger finding her wet core. He whined quietly as he entered her, his lips ghosting across her neck.

"C'mere babygirl," he growled, pulling his hand back to grab her hip and roll her onto her back.

Almost instantly, her demeanor changed. She seemed to shrink underneath him, her expression blank and far away. Surprised, Barou pulled his hand away and moved to brush her hair away from her face, but she recoiled from his touch.

"Hey, hey what's going on? Did I hurt you?" Barou knew he was a big man, but he was careful with his woman, always worried about accidentally hurting her. Once, after pinning her hands above her head during sex, he saw bruises on her wrists and nearly wept. He was a monster on the field, sure, but with his girlfriend Barou was exceedingly gentle, almost to a fault.

"No, Sho, I'm okay. I just...can we stop?" her voice was choked with tears.

"Yeah, of course we can. Can I do anything?"

"Just hold me. Please."

Barou gathered her to his chest and ran his hand over her hair until her breathing evened out and she fell asleep.

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She woke up the next morning to the smell of breakfast. When she padded out to the kitchen in her robe, she found Shouei by the stove, flipping pancakes.

"Morning, Sho."

He kissed the top of her head and slid the final pancakes onto a plate, handed it to her. They sat at the kitchen table, Barou staring intensely at her, she carefully avoiding his gaze.

"Can we talk about what happened last night?" Barou asked, finally.

"I'm sorry, Sho, I just overreacted to something, you didn't do anything wrong."

"It's not an overreaction if it bothered you that much."

She blinked rapidly, looked away. He reached across the table and took her hand.

"I don't want to make you talk about it if you don't want to, but I also don't want to make you feel like that again. Can you at least tell me what not to do?"

She took a shaky breath, still looking away from him. "When I was a teenager, I let my boyfriend stay the night when my parents weren't home. We went to sleep, but I woke up in the middle of the night and he was having sex with me. I woke up when he rolled me over like you did last night. You didn't do anything wrong, I just...I dunno, had a flashback? It made me feel like I was under my ex again, confused and like I couldn't move."

Barou felt her body start to shake from across the table. He felt like he'd taken a cleat to the gut.

"Did you ever tell anyone?"

She shook her head. "I would've had to tell my parents I had a boy over, and I wasn't even sure it was really rape until a lot later."

"I wish you'd told me, I could've been more careful --"

She half-smiled at him, her eyes wet. "Sho, I know you, you would've tried to find him or decided that it was an insult to your ego, or something, and that just wasn't something I wanted."

Barou opened his mouth to argue but shut it again. He knew she was right. Even as they sat there, he was running through the ways he could find and murder the man who'd hurt his beautiful girlfriend, thinking that scum like that didn't deserve to share a planet with her -- or him.

"He'd deserve it," Barou muttered. She gave a wet, teary laugh.

"Wouldn't take away the fact that he raped me, Sho. I'd just also have a boyfriend who was in jail."

Barou set his jaw, flexed his fingers. He was going to be a menace at practice later, he could tell already.

"You're right, I'm just not happy you're right," he said after a long moment. She sighed, gave him a sad smile. When she stood to get more coffee, she kissed his temple.

"Just try not to make it about how upset you are, yeah?" she asked. Barou nodded. As he watched her refill her mug, he did his best to breathe and remember that protecting his woman didn't always look the way he wanted it to.

#bllk #blue lock #barou shouei #barou shoei #bllk barou #barou shouei fic #bllk fic #barou blue lock fic #protective barou #boyfriend barou #barou fluff #sorta #he's trying

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feverinfeveroutfic · 4 months

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”poison ivy”

Eric always made the best tacos, especially on the days when I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit and yet I had very little money to spend so to speak. It may have seemed odd considering I had married and ascended into the realm of royalty, but that was my reality, though. I couldn’t find any spare change left behind after I had broken a dollar, and yet I needed to get out of that big house and head on over to Eric and Lou’s place, especially with it being Tuesday and everything. Those decadent homemade tacos the size of my fist so I could have more than three if I so wished. Four tacos and a slice of pie, and then maybe I could spend the night if they would allow it.

They weren’t really the party type but I knew that if I wanted to, I could have a little party with the two of them. The three of us with a couple of drinks and a couple of pairs of jewel-encrusted handcuffs, and we were going to have a little fun with each other for the whole duration of the night. I wasn’t planning on playing guitar with a drink in my hand but I did want a little blurring of the lines.

I got there at about five-thirty right as the rain looked to be coming in for the evening. I was definitely going to have to stay the night as I never did like the idea of walking all the way back to the house in the thick of the rain. I reached their front step and knocked on the door three times.

No reply.

I rang the doorbell.

That time, I caught the sound of the door unlocking, and I was greeted by Eric in his black silk bathrobe lined with rich dark red at the lapels and the sleeves. His long jet-black hair was smooth and shiny, as if he had just brushed it, and his thick stubby body looked plusher than usual. His face lit up at the sight of me, and I partially expected him to have a smoking pipe in one hand.

“Hey! I’m glad you were able to show up,” he greeted me, and he let me in.

“I just needed to get out of the house for a little while,” I confessed to him as I took off my jacket and ran my fingers through my hair. “And Chuck’s having some people over, and tacos sound delicious, too. It was bound to happen, me coming over here.”

“Well, and you’re in luck, Alexander,” Eric told me as he brushed past me towards the kitchen. “It’s just gonna be you and me tonight. Lou’s out and about on some errands so we have the house all to ourselves.”

“Wonderful!” I flashed him a wink and followed him into the kitchen for those tacos fresh off the griddle, but I couldn’t smell anything in the kitchen as of yet. I posted up there at the bar with my arm rested on the counter’s edge, and I watched him wash off a lime as well as some fresh cilantro and an onion.

“It’ll be some time before they’re made, so you may as well chill out for a bit,” he told me.

“Nah, I wanna watch you,” I told him. “I don’t know the first thing about cooking, so I’m interested.”

He showed me a smile and then I watched him zest the lime and slice it into quarters. He rolled up the cilantro and chopped it with the same knife; I squinted my eyes when he sliced and diced the onion. He sliced it in half and then lay one on the flat side, and he kept one hand on top as he slid the blade through for rings first.

“How do you do it so well with such thick fingers?” I asked him.

“The same way you and I learned guitar with such thick fingers,” he replied as he turned to the stove with a big jug of vegetable oil in hand: I glanced down at my own hands, at my long and lanky fingers that seemed to creep and crawl like the legs of a spider. I craned my neck for a better look at what he was doing in preheating the pan. “Onions in first, then the ground beef.” He wagged his finger at me when he said that.

“I’ll remember that,” I vowed to him, and I wondered if I would ever find a chance to cook at some point in the future myself. Indeed, I caught him sort of gyrating in the hips when he stirred the diced onions in the pan with the wooden spoon, and he seemed a lot lighter on his feet when he moved about the kitchen, even if it was take salt and pepper out of the cupboard or to rinse off the knife blade. Light on his feet and he made it all come together, as if I watched a babbling brook right before me.

When he returned to the counter before me to fetch the ground beef, I had this odd flush in my face from watching him for as long as I did.

“Cooking is weirdly hot,” I blurted out.

“It really is,” he said with a straight face.

But I meant it, though. I drummed my fingers on the edge of the counter and let out a low whistle from the feeling. I needed to be away from there for a minute or two.

I peered over my shoulder and I wished Lou was there so I could have a little bit of release of sorts. But he wasn’t, and thus, I had to improvise. When Eric’s back was turned again, I ducked out of there and made my way to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against the panels with my hands down by my sides.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else instead. But I couldn’t. Not without doing something for myself first.

I unzipped and fondled myself with my left hand to change things up a bit. It was tricky given I had acquainted myself more with my right hand as well as my pillow but I relaxed and let my lips hang open from the feeling. I just let myself breathe as I used my index and middle fingers to tickle my head.

Like playing bass when I thought about it.

Nothing too fancy, but it was enough to bring me back down to earth again as I knew that those tacos weren’t too far out as far as I could tell.

I shook my hand about and examined the fingers. Maybe at some point I could get myself to come a little bit more should the feeling ever call for it again. I zipped up when the phone rang downstairs, and I hoped that Eric wasn’t letting those tacos burn when I washed my hands and bowed out of there to the hallway.

Not a sound emerged from downstairs, much to my surprise. Before then, he had put the meat into the pan with the onions, and that definitely made some noise. It certainly smelled of cooking beef and onions, however.

I turned my attention to the guest room, and I walked on in to find a pale ivory white telephone on the nightstand: when I came closer, I spotted some swirled dark green markings all over the top of the receiver. If nothing else, I could call Chuck and tell him where I had gone as I left the house without telling him where I was going beforehand. I picked up the receiver and held it before my ear when I caught the sound of Eric’s voice on the other end.

“So you’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would totally dip my dick in some sugar and let you lick it off for me,” a strange boy said to him in a husky tone of voice. I silently gasped at that, and I covered my mouth with my free hand. He was in the next room over and I hadn’t heard a thing from there, either.

That wasn’t Lou, and it sure as hell wasn’t Chuck, either. He had this almost nasally tone to his voice, and yet he was more than able to lower it down to a near whisper, the exact same way that I would whenever I wanted it with any one of them. Something about him kept me listening in on it, though, especially when he didn’t sound like anyone who I knew. Who was this mysterious boy and what did he want, and moreover, what did he want from Eric?

“If I kiss you, would you come down on me?” Eric asked him, and the way his voice sounded made me think of velvet.

“Oh, you know I would,” said the boy. “I would also let you come away with me in our getaway car.”

“‘Our’ getaway car?”

“Courtesy of Mike and Tré, baby. We’d get in and take a little trip over to Yosemite for a good time and a half.” He cleared his throat and made a sound that made me think of a tire losing air.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this, too, Will,” Eric began again, “are the three of you at royalty status yet?”

“Not yet. We’re trying to sort things out with all of that, but hopefully, we can find a way to become princes adjacent to… this little dark prince here.”

“That’s prince o’ darkness to you,” Eric retorted. “Prince o’ darkness and the dragonlord ready to take you away and give the three of you a good time with some sugar and a baseball bat in the men’s room.”

I brought a hand to my mouth at the sound of that. I always knew there was something more to Eric, but nothing like this, though.

“Would, uh… your prince-to-be or those other princes join us in the fun?” Will sweetly asked him.

“Lou? I’d have to ask him first. As for Alex and Chuck, I think they’d be open to interpretation. Same with Joey.”

“So, we could have a little party in Yosemite. A little romp in the snow and the woods, if you will.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. Even though I was merely eavesdropping, I figured that it was a wild idea and a little something or other to change things up a bit.

“We could have a party, yeah,” Eric assured him, “and you and I could have some time to ourselves together up by Yosemite Falls. Things could get all wet n’ wild as it were. I reckon there’s a loophole in the whole royalty agreement, too—there’s loopholes all over the place, like we’re arranged into the marriages but nowhere does it say that we can’t have more than one person in the union.”

“So you guys all like to take advantage of that?” Will chuckled.

Eric never said anything, but I could sense it, though.

“You guys like to take advantage of these things?”

“Dragonlord knows all, baby boy,” Eric breathed into the phone. “Knows how to dig in and find the truth so you can have a little fun, too.”

“And would I bring the sugar with me to the veil beyond Yosemite Falls?”

“Nah, I see that melting before we hit the trail. Bring a pot of honey, instead. Some honey on your dick and I’ll lick it off for you.”

I closed my eyes as I pictured Eric doing that to me.

“Gimme some of that and I’ll pour some on you,” Will retorted.

“Ooh, now you’re asking for some trouble,” Eric teased him, once again in that husky tone of voice. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I could feel my pants tightening at the sound of that. “We dance with the honey and then make out under the waterfall.”

“Make waterfalls happen as well,” Will sputtered.

“Some waterfalls on the back of my dragon lotion—”

I coughed right then, and I quickly hung up the phone. I panted from the feeling and I spread my legs apart so I wouldn’t have to take off my pants again.

I knew I was going to have to go back down there to the kitchen again for the tacos and to tell him where I had gone, but I didn’t feel like it at the moment. I reclined back on my hands with my legs still open wide.

Who was that boy, and was I going to meet him at some point when Lou’s back was turned. I looked on at the phone, at the poison ivy design on the back, and there was a part of me that wanted to eavesdrop some more on the two of them, even though it clearly was none of my business.

“Alex, dinner’s ready!” Eric’s voice floated up the stairs, and I let out a low whistle at the sound of that. I could stand up and walk, but it was a bit tricky, and more so when I went down the stairs. I ran my fingers through my hair again, and that time I could feel myself just beginning to ease up inside of my pants.

I took my seat at the counter again as he took the tacos out of the oven and placed them on the counter before me. I let out a whistle and rested my hands on the counter’s edge.

“You baked them a bit?” I asked him.

“Nah, it was to keep them warm,” he explained, and then he looked on at my face. “You okay? Your face is flushed.”

“I just… got a little warm is all,” was all I could say. It was the truth: I left the room because I got too warm, and my listening in on the phone call was only a small part of it. But there was no way I could pull into that, though.

At least not when it should actually happen.

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