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OMGO - Post Credit Scene

Ya'll know by now to keep you ass in your seats for an after credit scene. Please enjoy and then join us for the second installment of the YarnforBrain Literary Universe, releasing sometime in the future. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, commented - and most of all - reblogged OMGO. (and thanks to @firefly-graphics for the dividers)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | PCS

Length: 2,400 exactly Warnings: none

SIX MONTHS LATER

“That is not - You’re a damn liar, Bucky Barnes - and then he -.” You were laughing so hard you were wheezing, bracing yourself against the counter with a handful of raw, ground beef. Laughter had interrupted you in the middle of forming burger patties, and you were unable to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

“That’s exactly how it happened!” Bucky swung the fridge open, grabbed a couple of beers, and handed one to Sam. They popped the bottle tops in unison, the fizzing sound getting lost behind your laughter. Bucky and Sam were smiling, laughing more at you than the story - which you found hilarious

“You were standing there - oh my god, I’m crying - ok, Sam, so he’s standing there in front of the half-painted wall at the art gallery, head cocked to the side like a confused cocker spaniel, just starin’ at this wall -” you were gasping for breath, laughing so hard that you had trouble getting the words out. You certainly weren’t able to shape the ground beef into hamburger round. -” and when I came back from the bathroom, he’s still standing there in front of this WET PAINT sign on the wall. And he goes, ‘I don’t get modern art.’” You dropped your voice and did your best Bucky impression. “It wasn’t an exhibit. They were painting the god damn wall, and he thought -” you collapsed into laughter again, the sound contagious and causing Sam to join in with you. Bucky finally caved and smiled, able to see the humor in the misunderstanding.

“Everyone’s a critic.” Bucky rolled his eyes and took a swig from his bottle. “You know, in my defense, when I used to go to art galleries - “

Sam cut him off. “What, it was drawings on the inside of cave walls?” He smacked Bucky across the chest with the back of his hand, and the two started bickering back and forth, each digging into their memories of each other to pull out the most embarrassing ones they could find.

As you caught your breath, you stood back up and shrugged your shoulders to wipe your eyes. You’d been trying to convince Bucky to get out more and explore the town with you. He’d adamantly disagreed, but you had managed to bully him into indulging you, pulling him out of the house, and breaking his humdrum routine with little more than a well-timed smile and a tender squeeze of the hand. The more adventures you’d convinced him to go on, the more he was willing to join you on, and you’d finally convinced him to explore the hoity-toity gallery with the brass doors. You had a feeling the visit was going to be the first and last time he ever went, but you considered the day an absolute success. You’d held onto the story for almost an entire week, waiting for Sunday Family Movie Night to tell Sam.

Laughter contained, you nudged Alpine out of the way and chastised her for continuing to climb on the counter when she knew she wasn’t allowed. Beside you, Sam and Bucky continued their storytelling, which had since devolved into each of them claiming the other was misremembering things. Sam’s voice carried through the house even as the two men headed outside to the backyard.

“Silly kitty, no hamburgers for you.” Working around the fluffy white cat, you shaped the meat into patties and shooed the feline away again before turning your back on her to wash your hands and deliver the platter of raw burgers outside to the boys.

Sam and Bucky were standing in front of Bucky’s new grill, dorking out over the features that Bucky had been blown away by. It had taken them a few hours to assemble the metal beast, during which Sam had heard enough about BTUs and infinity ignitions and propane that he’d threatened to start calling Bucky Hank Hill. Now that the monstrosity was put together, they were ready for Hank Grill’s inaugural cook. Yes, they named the grill.

“You know, it’s not fair. If you get a grill, I should get a pool.” Since summer had hit, you’d been practically begging Bucky to consider a pool for the backyard, but he wasn’t convinced. He was never convinced. Getting him to commit to anything was still like pulling teeth. It had taken him almost two months to decide on which grill to get, and making the decision to get a pool was astronomically more complex than choosing between Weber or Napoleon.

“You already have a pool.” Refusing to engage in the same silly spat that you two had been having for weeks now, Bucky plopped the burgers down onto the grill. Sizzles sounded all around, growing in volume and drowning out any conversation. When he was done placing them all down, he handed you back the empty platter and pointed across the back lawn with his spatula.

“What the hell, Bucky. That isn’t a pool. That’s not even a bathtub. That’s a birdbath.” Sam came to your defense, coming over and draping his arm over your shoulders in solidarity.

He was right. Your “pool” was the same classic, shallow, plastic baby pool that every mega-mart sold each summer. You’d been lucky enough to find a pink one with cartoon crabs and starfish on it, and while it was adorable, it did not do the job.

“Sure it is. It’s a pool.”

“For babies!” Sam argued.

“Yeah, not only can I not lie down in it - it doesn’t even cover my boobies when I try to. My legs hang out the side, and I gotta dump it all the time so skeeters don't start breeding it.” Even though the humid heat of Lousianna was hard to endure, doing so while being attacked by mosquitos was even tougher.

“Yeah, think of her boobies, Barnes.”

Sighing with the spatula still in hand, Bucky threatened Sam if he said the word boobies again.

You elbowed Sam in the side while Bucky glared at him. “You’re trying to get him riled up, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at Sam, and he winked at you.

“When he lets you get shot next mission, this is why,” you warned Sam before heading back inside into the cool air.

In the kitchen, you washed the platter and dried it off so it was ready for the burgers when they were done cooking. Alpine chased you around as you maneuvered around the kitchen, stepping in between your legs and rubbing against your ankles. “Get a cat, Bucky said. It will be fun, Bucky said.” You tripped over your own feet to avoid running into the kitten and caught yourself against the fridge.

“Come here, ya little shit.” Scooping the ball of fluff up, you draped her over your shoulders like a fur stole with her front and back paws on either side of your neck. Alpine rode along with you while you opened the fridge and pulled out the fixings for the burgers along with the sides of coleslaw and potato salad. After a quick thought, you grabbed another round of beers for Bucky and Sam and added them to the things on the counter.

All that was missing was the buns. Of course, someone always managed to forget something on the grocery list, and you were just glad that you had caught the oversight while there was still time to put in a grocery delivery order. Waiting with your hands on your hips, you looked over at the clock on the microwave before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and checking on the delivery status. Right on cue, the doorbell rang as the app chirped at the groceries arrival, and you sent Alpine off to play before going to the door.

Even though you set her down, the ball of fluff followed you over to the door, running in between your legs, butting up against your ankles, trying to convince you to pick her back up, or else she would continue to try to trip you up.

“Geeze, fine. Lemme get the groceries first.” Toeing her out of your way gently, you snuck the front door open to grab the bags that had been set on the other side. Gathering them, you smiled as the welcome mat you’d picked out was revealed. It wasn’t anything special - just a natural fiber doormat with the phrase “No Shoes, Pants Optional” scrawled across it in a curvy, flourished font.

You smiled at the memory. When you had brought the doormat home, unfurling it in the kitchen, proudly showing it off to Bucky as he poured a cup of coffee, he immediately stopped what he was doing and charged you. The house had been filled with your squeals and his taunts as he chased you around the island until he jumped over it to catch you, pulling you down to the floor with his arms around your waist, demanding you follow the new house rule and lose the pants.

The two of you had laughed through sex on the kitchen floor, and eventually, you had convinced him to stick the new welcome mat outside. He was not as amused the next time Sam came over for movie night and immediately went to remove his pants.

Alpine’s needy mews followed you into the kitchen, and she jumped back onto the counter as you unpacked groceries, and you gave up trying to keep her off the counters. Working around her, you put the groceries away and collected the bags. You were ready to ball them up and shove them inside the bag full of bags in the pantry when you felt something crumple inside. Unballing it, you dumped it out onto the counter and watched as a plain, white envelope fluttered onto the table.

Not thinking much of it, you put the bags away before picking it back up. Bending down and leaning against the island on your elbows, you flipped it over looking for addressee information or any other clue as to what it was about, but it was blank both front and back. Hoping for coupons or some other promotional mail from the store, you tore the envelope open and found that didn’t seem to be the case.

Your brow furrowed as you pulled out a sheet of computer paper that had been folded precisely into thirds, with thin, sharp edges pressed into the seams. Doing the same as you had with the envelope, you turned the paper over once or twice before unfolding it. As you flipped up the top flap, a feeling of apprehension had your stomach dropping into your toes, and that feeling was confirmed as the bottom third fell open and revealed the message, written neatly in the middle of the page. All at once, your mouth went dry while your spit turned to battery acid on your tongue.

Your eyes traced over the words. The letter consisted of six words. Six words were all it took for foreboding, anger, and then worry for Bucky to wash over you. Reading the missive a few times over, you felt the letter fall from your fingers as you registered Bucky’s voice calling you from outside.

“Hey, doll, what’s takin’ so long?” He was inside the house now, and you could hear him making his way to the kitchen from the back door. “We need the platter.” He beamed at you as he came into the room, stopping to give your temple a kiss before going round to the sink and grabbing the freshly washed platter from the drying rack.

“Buns come?” He acted like he was going to smack yours with the plastic tray, and you held your finger up at him in warning. He paused in mid-air but lowered his weapon.

“Yeah, they came, but - “

-”Everything ready?” Bucky opened the glass jar of pickle slices and fished one out with his fingers.

“Yeah, but -”

Bucky interrupted you again. “It’s incredible we didn’t think to cut the pickles lengthwise back then.” He slurped down another pickle and crunched his way through his sentence, speaking with his mouth full.

Realizing you weren’t going to get a word in edgewise, you pulled the jar of pickles away from him and held the note in front of him.

“What’s this?” Bucky wiped his fingers on the back of his jeans before he took the paper, shaking it open to read the penmanship written in pencil.

Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he looked between you and the letter.

“It showed up with the groceries. No one was there. It was in the bottom of a bag.” You told him everything you knew while scooping Alpine up to your chest. She began purring immediately, and you automatically began scratching the spot between her eyes that made them flutter close and her body go loose.

Bucky looked at you intently, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. You could see the gears in his mind working. They were connecting dots that he didn’t think would ever be linked together again, and his face was a mix of disbelief and anger and excitement. Whatever emotions he was feeling, he was caught up in them, unmoving.

“Here.” You handed the cat over to Bucky, who cradled her in his vibranium arm and went to take the platter from him. “I’m going to go get some burgers and get Sam.”

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” Bucky shifted Alpine back over to you and tossed the letter onto the counter dismissively. “I don’t have anything to say to him anyway.” Taking the platter back from you, he tucked it under his arm while he pulled another long pickle slice from the jar and folded it into his mouth. “Burgers’ll be up in a sec. Go ahead and cut the tomatoes and onions?”

You nodded, intent on his reaction.

“Thanks, doll.” He pressed a vinegary kiss to the side of your mouth and squeezed your side before heading back outside, leaving the letter on the counter.

Even while grabbing a cutting board and cutting thick slices of juicy beefsteak tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, you eyed the letter, still wondering how so few words could have such an impact.

Buck,

We need to talk.

-Steve

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | PCS

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Hi babyyyy. Congrats on the followers! I have a drabble request. How about Winter Soldier!Bucky being given a pet while in Hydra due to him listening to his orders and he decides to mark her with his knife. Could be his initials or perhaps something in Russian. Arm, leg, chest, anywhere he wants to make it known that she is his 💖

The Deep, The Dark

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: knife play, Hydra being trash, allusions to assault, dark!fic (due to overall subject matter), soft!dark Winter Soldier (he's going through a lot), pet play

Word Count: 1.5k

This is a dark fic. 18+ only.

A/N: sorry this took me so long to do. was part of my 1k follower celebration that has long finished haha. thank you for your patience. gif by me aka @steve-kemp

Pain. A novel concept. Not one that the Soldat was afforded while being Hydra’s fist.

But as he made his way back to base, the Soldat couldn’t help but feel the ache that was blooming in his side where a bullet had grazed his skin in a clean slice.

He was becoming self-aware, emotional indifference dissipating.

Recalibration required. Asset malfunctioning.

The Soldat continued to do as he was told.

He didn’t know why; he didn’t know many things.

Whenever he tried to think any different, his brain went fuzzy with a sharp sparking pain, a cinder burning in the back of his mind that distracted him from any natural function.

“Put his brain back in the blender.”

“Compliance will be rewarded.”

“Take it deeper, Asset.”

“Be good, and we’ll give you a gift.”

His Handlers said things he didn’t understand. But weapons didn’t need to understand. They just need to point and shoot. Slash and stab. Sit and take whatever was given to them.

His legs moved of their own volition, muscle memory leading him to the same room he always went to after an assignment.

The Soldat stared at the greyed concrete wall of the debriefing room as if it would grow a face and begin speaking to him. For some reason, he imagined the face to have blonde hair and a warm smile.

Another successful mission.

Another evening of watching the paint peel from the wall, decaying like his mind as his body began to heal the damage done during the mission and his last wipe.

Thoughts were starting to come back. And that meant he was going back in the chair.

The Soldat shivered at the blazing memory, as if the electricity was coursing through him already.

He didn’t want to be put back in the chair.

Want? The Soldat wasn’t meant to want. Weapons don’t get to want things.

“Mission report,” his Handler, the man he knew as Rumlow, commanded.

“Hey Rumlow, want to see the new trick I taught the Asset?”

As his Handler flipped through his case notes, he failed to notice the wildness in the eyes of the man before him as the Soldat spiralled deeper.

He felt as if he was falling into a desolate dark pit, spirits flowing past him, each providing him with a reminiscence or thought he didn’t understand. There were faces he didn’t recognise, landscapes he didn’t remember.

“You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

The Asset exhaled, swallowing the bile rising in his throat as he desperately tried to ground himself. It was all too much. Too many memories. Too many people speaking words he didn’t understand.

“Target eliminated near Odessa. Nil civilian casualties. One possible hostile fled, not mission critical. Minor injury sustained. Asset still in working condition.” The Soldat’s words sounded stunted, practised. Because they were.

But his Handler could hear it. The slight waver to his voice. The pitch a little too high.

His Handler sighed, closing the manila folder before crossing his arms.

“Rollins, get him wiped.”

When the Asset was returned to his cell, it had changed.

Instead of a small cot, there was a proper bed and a set of clothes and towels. It was still cold, dark and damp, but it was improved.

The Soldat walked in hesitantly, unsure why he had been given something different. He didn’t remember it being like this, not that he could remember much. But he knew that Hydra did not give without an ulterior motive.

As he breached the threshold of the room, a soft floral scent entered his senses, a sniffle sounding from the corner of the room.

The Asset’s gaze turned to the girl hiding in the corner, frame curled up in the low light. She was shivering from the cold, the concrete walls and floor icy.

Civilian. Nil threat. Do not terminate.

“A pet for you, Asset. A gift from the Director for your compliance and another successful mission, an incentive to continue doing well.”

The Soldat blinked. He’d done a mission? Everything before the chair was like static on a… well, he didn’t know what made static, but something told him that electronics did.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could afford a television, Buck?”

“Keep dreamin’, punk.”

The Asset watched the girls form, studying her as her eyes met his. She looked at him as if he was the grim reaper, metal arm glinting in the light, matted hair shadowing his features as his body was clad in leather and kevlar.

With slow steps he approached her, ignoring her whimpers as he neared her. It was evident to the Asset the girl had not been well taken care of, a prisoner, much like himself. Bruises littered her body, and there were noticeable marks from where blood had been constantly drawn.

“You should be glad you’re worth more than a lab rat, Asset.”

He stopped a few steps away, squatting down to look at her properly.

She was undeniably stunning, and there was something about her that felt homely, comforting. Something the Asset hadn’t felt in a very long time.

The Asset’s head tilted to the side, brows furrowing slightly. Her appearance alone was like sunshine and birdsong, but the little sounds she made him want to touch her even more.

His hands had been used for blood and gore for so long it was almost foreign that there was anything else he could experience.

Cautiously, as if a child unsure, the Asset reached out and ran his flesh fingers over the skin of her arm.

Soft.

As if she was no more than a doll.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was meek and weak, the picture of pureness. She almost sounded hopeful. The Asset’s expression hardened as consideration flowed through him.

This girl was his pet. And pets need to be looked after, protected. He would never kill his pet.

Without answering her question, the Asset picked her up with ease, ignoring her protesting squeaks as he took her to the bed.

He liked that she didn’t fight him, her will already broken by Hydra.

She felt warm against his chest, and it made something shift in the Soldat’s mind.

It was as if his limbs moved on his own as he placed her down, delicate fingers running over her body as he explored her. Tears were running down her cheeks now as she closed her eyes, but the Asset didn’t pay much attention to it as he just felt her.

It has been so long since he’d been near another living human being, one that he didn’t have to kill. She would stay warm; he would make sure of it. The Asset didn’t like cold things.

His fingers stopped on her left arm, looking at the unmarred skin where in comparison his adorned a large red star.

The red star meant he was owned, a ghost in the machine that was Hydra.

And so, if he owned her, should she not have her own version?

Deft fingers pulled his ka-bar knife from its holster, the Asset’s eyes not leaving the skin of the girl’s arm as he twirled it between his fingers instinctually.

The pet’s sniffles turned into hiccupped sobs as the Asset brought the knife to her arm, her body trembling his hold.

But even with her slight convulsions, the Asset easily gripped her arm with his metal hand, stabilising her as he prepared for his next mission.

A mission he was choosing for himself.

The screaming started as soon as the Asset brought the knife to her skin, using clinical precision to skilfully carve lettering into his pet’s arm, movements not shaking or faltering for a second.

It was over as soon as it started, blood trickling down onto the bed as the Asset pulled away, content with his work.

The girl looked at her arm, gasping as she looked at the way ‘Солдат’ had been marked into her skin. Her body was branded with an ownership that ran deep, an inescapable bond.

But as the Asset looked at her, despite her tears, she didn’t seem afraid of him. There was an understanding in her eyes when she looked at him, cheeks shining with the wetness of initial anguish.

If the Asset didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was happy to have her there. But the Asset knew that happiness came at a price he couldn’t afford.

Happiness required freedom, something he knew he would never have.

But at least he had something of his own now. A pet to bring him comfort.

The Asset wrapped his arms around her, lying down so she could nuzzle her face into his chest. It was a perfect fit, as if it was meant to be.

He knew she would be in pain. He was too. But in that moment, it was serene.

The silence was broken as the Asset spoke unprompted for the first time in years.

“Teper' ty moy shchenochek.”

Now you are my puppy.

The Asset didn’t feel alone anymore.

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Sebastian Stan as Hal Carter on the Broadway Play of ‘Picnic’

∮ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x Stepdad's Best Friend!Lloyd Hansen

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | AGE GAP, STEPCEST, innocent!/inexperienced!reader, jealousy, possessive behaviour, dilf!Ari Levinson, dilf!Lloyd Hansen. size difference: 6’6” Lloyd & 6’7” Ari. SMUT - minors DNI, “exhibitionism” but it’s more like voyeurism, “lessons,” fingering (f), p*ssy slapping, daddy kink, dirty talk, innocence/ruined kink, corruption kink, degradation, dumbification, size kink, dacryphilia, spitting, oral (f), overstimulation, squirting.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.19K

𝗔/𝗡 | must resist making this into a filthy series but I have no self control so let's see what you all think first !! reader took a year off before applying to college, and lived with her dad before moving in with her mother and meeting Ari. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. All mistakes are my own. [all asks]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Grabbing another piece of bread, you quickly stuff your mouth to muffle your moans. You dare to spare a glance at your lap, which was definitely a bad idea. 

His fingers are drenched, coated to the knuckle with your slick as he pumps in and out of your core. With your cute summer dress flipped up, and your panties hanging out of his pocket—you fall apart all over again. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as your ankles hook around the legs of the chair, hips grinding against his hand.  Weakly attempting to hold him still, you teeter over the cusp and tremble, your juices dripping out and trailing down your leg. Lloyd doesn’t stop, in fact, he only gets rougher. Your grip is nothing compared to his hunger to have you make a stupid mess on Ari’s fancy cushioned dining chairs for the second time that evening. 

It all started when he dropped his fork and slipped under the table to retrieve it. To your surprise, he found more interest in the shortness of your dress, and being crouched between your legs, he caught a glimpse of your pink cotton panties. 

Lloyd couldn’t control himself, he needed to touch you. 

Also, today's lesson was on staying quiet and subtle: “college kids will fuck anywhere, you need to learn to keep those pretty lips shut and not be so obvious.” 

These lessons started at the beginning of the summer after one night of too much wine. To your stepfather’s best friend, you confessed your sexual inexperience and the itching worry of being unlike the rest of your peers. 

He simply brushed over your core, and you choked on a gasp before your lovely stepfather left to refill the pitcher of water. Lloyd took that opportunity to pry your thighs apart and sloppily mouth over your clothed cunt, groaning heavily against you. 

The older man sucked on your clit, flicking the bundle with his tongue and soaking the cotton in salvia before tearing off your panties and returning to his seat. That was just in time for Ari to rush back with the full pitcher. 

For however long, he’s been working you with his fingers. A numbing combination of teasing and overstimulation tearing you apart like petals from a delicate flower. Your delicate flower. 

Surging forward for another piece of bread, you shove it into your mouth. The dull ache in your jaw goes ignored because this was the only way to shut up—Lloyd didn’t give you a break or even a breathier. 

The older brunet scoots closer, it’s barely noticeable and it gets him a better angle on your cunt. He tries to slip a third finger alongside the rest, prodding at your already-full hole, but you’re too tight and too small for his thick digits. Lloyd settles for sliding in deep and rubbing your sore clit with his palm, curling his long fingers against that little rough patch inside you with ease. 

He slows down as he tells a story of his recent travels, or his recent date—god, you don’t know. You can barely think with his thick digits scissoring you open, tracing up your slit to your clit to rub it in hard circles. He pulls back a few inches, then swings forward with a swift slap on your warmth, making your knee slam into the table. 

Your stepfather looks over with wide eyes, “Woah, slow down, honey. You might choke.” He chuckles, refilling your glass of water, “drink something before your mouth dries out.” 

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod. 

Lloyd has a sick smirk on his face as he lightly spanks your pussy, it isn’t as hard as the first time but it sends the same shocks through your body. 

Ari runs a hand through his long brown hair, “Sweetie, have you told Lloyd about being accepted to your dream college?”  

A squeaky reply is all the men get, your stomach tensing all over again as Lloyd teasingly fucks you with his pinky. The cool metal of his ring presses against your heat, and you want nothing more than to rock against his hand, begging him to just force a third finger into you. 

“Oh really!” He feigns surprise, his moustache twitching as he grins, “well, aren’t you a smart cookie—soon enough, you’ll be even richer than me.”

Ari smiles brightly, “I’m very proud of her, she’s such a good girl. After her year off and with her mother absent so often, you’d think she’d act up or have an attitude, but no. This little one is an angel, never even curses.”

Lloyd knows that, he also knows that you turn into a flustered mess when you attempt dirty talk. The most he ever got from you was a weak, “want y-your mouth on me—down there please, daddy.” 

“Silly girl, you’ve got crumbs on your face, c’mere.” 

Your eyes widen when Ari leans over the table, gently pinching your chin to wipe around your lips. A loud thumping fills your head in the same rhythm as your heart, it clouds your senses as fear courses through your veins. One glance over the edge, and Ari would see his best friend knuckle deep in your pussy, slowly working his ring finger alongside his pinky. 

With stiff bones, you clench your thighs and trap Lloyd’s hand when he tries to pick up the pace—you knew he had a thing for secrecy and the thrill, but it was like he wanted you to come again right now, to get caught. 

After what seemed like hours, Ari finally retreats. When he sits back down, he knocks over a spoon and it loudly clatters to the floor. 

“Aw, shit—” Ari huffs and looks around. “I think it went under the table.” 

“I’ll get it!” You slap a hand over your mouth, and embarrassment blooms as their clear blue eyes land on you, “sorry, um, I’ll get it for you.” 

“It’s okay, I’m not so old that I can’t bend down anymore.” Your stepfather laughs, wiping his hands and pushing out of his chair. 

All oxygen is yanked from your lungs as you try to swat away Lloyd’s hand, but he took advantage of your flustered state and pried your thighs open again. Ruthlessly fingering your weepy cunt, stretching you open as you desperately try to cross your legs. 

You watch horrified as your stepfather disappears under the table, and your shaky hands clutch your dress, hoping to conceal at least a pinch of your modesty. 

Nothing happens. 

“A-Ari?”

It’s quiet for a few moments before a breath fans across your wet core. “I still can’t believe you couldn’t hold back from someone this once. Like really, my stepdaughter?”

A warm hand slides up your thigh, forcing your legs further apart, this time wide enough to fit a tall, muscular 6’7” man. 

Next to you, Lloyd shrugs. “What can I say? When she said how worried she was about being inexperienced, I had to offer my expertise.” 

Realization hits you like ice water, shocking you to the core. You’re limp as they easily manhandle you, making you lean against the back of the chair and slide closer to the edge. You feel like a doll as Ari tugs off your socks, slowly kissing up your calf to your knee, then switching to the other leg for the same treatment. His beard is rough against your skin, tickling you when he trails to your inner thighs. 

You almost forgot Lloyd was keeping you plugged up with his skilled fingers. 

Ari’s hair falls in front of his forehead as he looks up, licking his lips as if he’s leering at a full course meal, “I guess that means I should finally join too. Need to know what all the fuss is about.” Ari mutters, massaging the flesh inches from your soppy cunt, “What’s this lesson?”

Lloyd resumes his thrusts, disgusting wet noises making it all too obvious how much you were enjoying this—crossing the forbidden bridge, betraying your mother and diving headfirst into something you don’t even know. Tears start to well in your eyes, from pleasure and shame. 

“Aw, sweetheart, did you think your stepdaddy didn’t know anything?” Lloyd pouts at you, his hand tracing up and down your slit, from your clit to your creamy hole, “He knows everything. He knows that you rode my thigh, sucked my cock by the pool—oh, and he knows that you want to try anal this summer.”

You’re mortified as Ari chuckles, “I didn’t think you had it in you, baby. Always thought you were my sweet, innocent little girl—now I know you’re just a clueless slut who likes older men.”

The other brunet brings his hand to your face, showing you the strings of arousal webbed between his knuckles. “What a pretty crying face,” He watches the tears trail down your cheeks, and he restrains himself from licking them, “I’m sorry, pumpkin. I had to tell him, that’s what best friends do.” His eyes shine wickedly, “You're his little girl, he has the right to know what I’m doing to his stepdaughter.”

Ari leans close, the tip of his tongue following the traces of your last orgasm until he’s close enough to only smell you, nothing else. “Can you tell me what Lloyd is teaching you today, honey?”

Excitement drips out of you and down your puckered hole, creating a mess under your ass. You’re caught between humiliation and striking anticipation, but most of all, you’re confused—what do you do? What are you supposed to do in this situation?

“I asked you a question, baby. Unless Lloyd already fucked you stupid with just his fingers. Did he stretch your untouched cunt so good that you can’t even speak anymore?”

You helplessly nod, bottom lip wobbling as you slowly grind against the air, “Was s-supposed to keep quiet, not be obvious.”

Ari pins you down again, “Well, you need more practice on that. Almost bent you over the table after watching you come.” He spreads your sticky folds to examine your most sensitive spot. “Bad girl, you aren’t supposed to like this. Aren’t virgins supposed to be pure, not lifting their dresses for men twice their age.”

Lloyd laughs, “your little girl isn’t a virgin anymore, daddy.”

Your stepfather stiffens, head snapping up to shoot daggers to his friend’s face. “You fucked her?” 

“Not me, some guy she met when she went to New York.” 

Ari’s glare lands on you, and you can feel it in your soul. The burning sensation of his dark, heated blue eyes sears through your skin, and erupts an uncontrollable blaze of humiliation and guilt. 

“Oops, did I forget to mention that?” Lloyd hums thoughtfully, the ghost of a mischievous smirk on his lips. “My bad, it must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Yeah, I bet it did.” Your stepfather’s tone is sharper than a knife. 

The beginnings of an apology are on the tip of your tongue—but Lloyd shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you gag and taste yourself. A pitiful whimper floats into the open air, fluttering to the same spot your “I’m sorry, Ari” would have. 

“She’s so cute when she wants to come, or when it’s too much. You should really hear her beg.” Lloyd reminisces of you moaning into his ear the other day when you were bouncing on his thigh in the gym. After watching him work out, he said you deserved another lesson for keeping quiet to your stepfather. 

Looking back, you felt proud of yourself, but now you feel tricked. Ari knew the whole time and you were the fool. And, he just got struck with the revelation that you aren’t a virgin. 

There was no telling what would come next. 

“Too bad she failed today’s lesson. I used to hook up with girls all over campus during my days. In the library, washroom, closets, even hallways if we couldn’t find somewhere.”

“I know, one of them was my ex.”

“Pfft, she was a four at best.” Lloyd turns his attention to you, dipping his hand back between your legs, now soaked with your spit, “But this pumpkin, she’ll be a real hit.” He smirks, “ain’t that right? You’ll show all the guys what we’re going to teach you?” 

You cry out when he swats your cunt, wet slaps fill the dining room as he repeats the action again and again. A burn emits after each spank on your poor clit, right in place of his fingers. The moment he stops, Ari takes his place, spitting on your petals and giving you his fair share of slaps, harder and rougher. A clear form of punishment. 

“She’s fuckin’ soaked,” He marvels at the cream and his mouth waters, “You like getting your pussy slapped, honey? Since you like it so much, maybe I should stop. Rightfully punish you for letting some guy pop your cherry without my permission.” He hisses, nostrils flaring, “Lloyd told me you’ve squirted from this, soaked your bed sheets while I was sleeping next door.” 

The moustached man sucks his fingers, cleaning your juices with desire. “I guess you should thank me, Ari. Since all of a sudden, you grew a pair of balls.” 

The implication was true yet you had no clue about it. How much Ari has wanted you, longed for your body under his—for you to be his. So, he did what any other person in his position would have done, his utterly sinful and taboo situation. He forced himself to keep a distance from his young and beautiful stepdaughter because this was wrong, but it felt so right. 

Ari laughs humourlessly, easily pushing your chair back so he can pop up from under the table. Now, on his knees between your legs, inhaling your intoxicating scent as his friend spreads your weepy petals, exposing your most sensitive spot to your stepdad. 

“Think I can slide in there too?”

Lloyd snorts, “You can try, but this little thing could barely take two of mine.”

“What do you say, baby? Are you going to let your stepdad stretch your pussy too?” His lashes brush his cheekbones with every slow blink, the underlying hint of anger still present. 

You offer nothing but a shaky yes, desperate to make it up to him, to be his good girl like you’ve always been since you met him. It was only a year ago, but moving from your father’s house to Ari’s mansion was a dramatic change. Not only did you have an immediate crush on him, but you were welcomed into a world of riches, luxurious yachts and vacations. 

Your attachment to Ari grew quickly. From your workaholic father, to your absent mother, you never had anyone to rely on. While your mother was on business trips or spending her new husband’s money, your pure, sheltered little heart leapt at the chance of having someone to trust. 

He has always been so kind to you, a true gentleman when it came to treating you with honour and respect, he was also who you went to for advice. All advice except sexually—although, he did know about your first kiss. 

He’s been aware of your lessons with his best friend, even encouraged them perhaps, but he’s upset about your New York trip. 

You suddenly wish he was the one to take your virginity instead of that blue-eyed, blond boxer, regardless of how handsome and charming he was. You wanted Ari, you wanted him so badly. 

Your wide gaze follows his thick and long digits circle your hole and collect your juices before slipping in. He’s bigger than Lloyd and feels entirely different. As he reaches deeper, he stretches you wider, and your arousal gushes out around him. 

He’s nearly drooling at the sight of you struggling to take only two, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. You’ve been keeping it from me—you gave it to someone else, and that isn’t very nice.” His thumb lands on your clit, rubbing hard on the sensitive nub. 

You moan loudly, and your hands scramble, your touch is placed on something and that something happens to be Lloyd’s hard cock. He’s as warm and heavy in your hand as the first time, that familiarity makes your stomach tighten and your walls clench around Ari. 

“Remember what I told you, baby?” Lloyd’s hand dwarfs yours as he secures your fist and slowly moves you up and down his length. He uses your slick from his fingers to make the slide easier. “C’mon, use that dumb little brain for daddy.” 

A series of needy whimpers flow above when Ari scissors his fingers. His bicep flexes when he pumps into you, twisting and curling his digits as you try to remember what Lloyd told you during one of your first lessons: how to pleasure a man. 

“Poor girl, she isn’t going to last much longer.” Ari spits again, growling as it dribbles down your swollen clit to his other digit prodding at your hole, “You aren’t coming until I’ve got three fingers in you.” 

The mere thought of taking three and being that full makes you mewl. Tears flow freely as his ring finger shoves in, joining his two other sturdy ones. He presses to his hilt and out again, coating them in your slick with every thrust. Your pussy weeps a stupid mess between your trembling thighs and you latch onto his head, stabilizing yourself with a pathetic cry, either begging for a break or pleading for more.   

Your fist tightens and Lloyd throws back his head, neck tensing as he hisses your name, “that’s it, good girl. Slowly, don’t want to waste my come, yeah? My baby wants it on her little cunt, wants to feel my seed on her not-virgin pussy.”

Ari lets out a disgruntled noise, his actions getting rougher and the squelching noises get louder. 

Lloyd kisses you, tongue slipping into your slack mouth. Salvia is exchanged between your muffled whines and you struggle to keep up, but with Ari between your legs, you can’t think straight. 

The tingles flutter all over your body, strumming you just right. Pure pleasure takes over your senses, hyper-focusing on the two men that have the strength to shatter you like fine china. You feel so small and powerless next to him, and with one of them devouring your cunt. 

His tongue swipes along your fold, flat and wide, gathering your cream before he spits it back onto you. Making you even messier and wetter for his fat fingers. Your toes curl in euphoria, and you’re entranced by the feeling of every ridge and his warm exhales combined with the slight brush of his facial hair.  

When he pulls back, it’s as if he’s a completely different man. Dark, ferocious and hungry with a beastly glimmer in his eyes. Even on his knees, he still feels bigger than you. 

“Fuck you, Lloyd—greedy bastard.” Ari dives forward, shoving his face into your pussy. His fingers spear you open as he drinks down your slick, his nose rubbing against your clit with every hard stroke of his tongue. 

Every thought, every responsibility is torn from your head and replaced with these two men.

Ari has yanked down the front of your dress, massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples as he devours you. Drawing out your choked moans like he was being paid for it. He releases you with a pop, trailing his lips to kiss your thighs to sweep up any rogue arousal. 

His cheek is pressed to your thigh, his blue eyes flickering between you making out with his friend and your hole as it cries around his fingers, adding to the mess on your chair. 

“D-Daddy, my—my thing please.” You beg, salvia covering your chin. 

He kisses your inner thighs, two fingers in your pussy, “What was that?”

Lloyd reaches down, spanking your puffy clit before forcing two more digits next to Ari’s. With a loud gasp, your hips raise at the sudden stretch. A dull pain blooms from your core, bleeding into every part of your body as your cunt tries to adjust. 

You squeal between clenched teeth, thighs threatening to shut before your stepfather pins them open, hooking your knees over his shoulders. “Poor little cunt—she’s stretched to the brim, makes me wonder how my cock is gonna fit. Guess I’ll just force it in, huh, baby?” 

“Yes, yes, yes—please. Want it, want you.” You blubber. 

“Don’t you wish you had me pop your cherry with my big cock? I would have made you feel so good for your first time, worked you open just like this until you were ready. Then, I would have taken you nice and slow, fucked your untouched pussy, make you come as many times as you wanted.” His voice is low, almost a rumble in his chest, “but no, my little girl had to be a stupid slut and get fucked by some other guy—you shouldn’t even get to come for the whole fucking summer.” 

“Now, isn’t that a bit excessive?”

“No. If anything, it’s not enough.” Ari growls, “That purity—that honour was supposed to be mine.” 

You’re a twitching mess as they work you open, broken cries shake your chest as tears drip down your chin. Your eyes are shut tightly as you blindly reach for Ari’s hair, fisting the strands, you yank him closer to your core. 

You hadn’t even noticed you released Lloyd’s length until he grabs your hand, entwining your fingers and holding you still. 

He curls his digits, massaging your spot, “Oh, I think she wants you to suck on her clit.”

“Is that right, baby? You want your stepdaddy to suck your button? You think you deserve it for being a whore?” He asks. His resolve grows weaker as you moan his name between pleads, feebly trying to pull him to your cunt. 

“Fine, but you’re going to squirt for me.” He captures your clit in his mouth, sucking delicately at first. His blue eyes captive yours as he hums against you, the vibrations make you clench around their fingers, sucking them greedily. 

Your stepfather presses closer, massaging your bundle with his tongue between suckles as they get harsher and hungrier, his rough facial hair digging deep into your puffy folds. 

It’s a wonder how you lasted this long, between their filthy words and their skilled hands, and now Ari’s warm mouth—you can’t take it anymore. 

Your salty tears seep on your taste buds as your jaw falls open, and a silent scream escapes your tense throat. You convulse roughly, and your hips have a mind of their own as they move against Ari’s face and the men’s fingers.

“Keep her filled up,” Ari demands, he has to hold you down while Lloyd leans forward, breathing heavily. 

As Ari’s fingers slip out, their absence is quickly filled with two of Lloyd’s, your wetness drips down his wrist and on his fancy watch, but he couldn’t care less.

Your stepfather spits on his hand, then pushes down on your stomach, and roughly rubs and spanks your cunt in quick succession. He continues to brutally strum your swollen nub with his fingers as your juices squirt everywhere.

They watch as you reach your high, flailing around like a fish out of water and grabbing onto any part of them you can reach. You cling to Lloyd’s wrist and Ari’s hair, trapping him inches from your pussy. 

A good portion of your orgasm lands on Ari’s face, evident on his cheeks, thick beard, and ironed flannel. Their touches leave a few moments later, and you break down in tears as you finally take a breath, shuddering with oversensitivity as even the slightest wisp of air on your core feels like fire.  

Your stepfather is the first to speak, his pink tongue eagerly sweeping any trace of you from his lips. He wants to smother his face in your pussy. “Let me just have one more taste.” Ari leans forward, he gets one lick before you’re shoving him away, sobbing as his facial hair brushes your sensitive folds. 

“Sorry, baby. Daddy’s sorry.” He apologies, but if you could see him now, you’d notice the smugness written all over his face. “Forgot you’re still so inexperienced and not used to all this stimulation.” He pulls back with a lingering kiss on your button, revelling in your pathetic pleas. 

“Shh, you’re okay, pumpkin.” Lloyd caresses your cheek, kissing all over your sweaty face—he growls at the bitterness of your tears. “Gotta be gentle or else we’ll ruin you.” 

“Yes, p-please be n-nice.” You hiccup, still twitching in the chair. You fear you bit off more than you can chew. “Don’t… ruin, please.” An ache blooms from your awkward position, but the burning from between your thighs easily overpowers that. 

Ari and Lloyd laugh as if you told the funniest joke in the world.  

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dumb baby.” Lloyd chuckles with a sinister smile. 

Ari makes a sound of approval, wiping your juices from his beard with a napkin, “You, little lady, won’t be the same after the summer.” 

He couldn’t have been more right. 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: oh the filthy potential… the whole summer learning from these two dilfs 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I just know Ari has some other friends too, oh can’t forget about your professors next year 🫠 or that blond boxer in New York...

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

@sweeterthanthis sending me a TikTok of the football scene from Top Gun: Maverick just makes me want our fictional men to play a game. Marvel and more. 🔥

quiet moments

pairing: vinnie hacker x reader (established relationship)

prompt: soft relationship moment (fluff)

You laid on the bed with everything hurting. Your legs hurt from all the walking your head hurt severely from the loud music all in all you were tired. After already taking a shower, you were ready to just crawl into bed and sleep. Coachella was fun but god knows I’ll need a few days to recover from it, you thought to yourself as you placed your phone from the bedside table.

You looked up as you heard the bathroom door open. It was Vinnie. After having showered as well, he was only wearing a pair of sweats which hung precariously low on hips. He blew his hair up out of frustration before he spoke.

“Baby can I borrow you for a sec? I need your help.”

“Yeah, what you do need Vin?” You answered getting up and walking towards him. He held your hand and you re-entered the bathroom.

“Can you help with my piercing? I gotta clean it but I can’t get the fucking thing open.” He said turning towards you emphasizing his words with a pout.

“Okay stop swearing, raise your head let me see.”

Vinnie dutifully tilted his head forward so you can see the nose piercing. The skin surrounding it was red from him constantly tugging and turning the ring.

“I see it, I’ll take it out and clean it but you’ll have to squat a bit for me to reach properly.” You said leaning against the counter preparing for him to squat infront of you.

“Shortass but I have a better idea.” Vinnie gently grabbed your waist and placed you up on the counter. He slid your legs apart and lodged himself in between them. Now level headed with him, he looked at you directly in your eyes. “Better?”

“Better”

You held his face with one hand as you fiddled with the piercing trying to get to it. As you removed, cleaned and replaced it, Vinnie kept looking at you. His eyes scanning your face as you focused on your task, occasionally apologizing when you were a bit too rough. His palms were rubbing gentle circles into your knees and thighs where they rested.

Your hands then skirted around to hold his face gently as you brought him for a kiss. You could fell him smile into it as he deepened it.

“All done?” He asked as he pulled away with his cheeks flushed.

“All done. Are you doing your tattoos too?” You said as you gestured to the moisturizer that he applied every night to his tattoos to ensure that they wouldn’t fade.

“Yes please.”

Vinnie helped you down from the counter, holding your hand with one of his and grabbing the moisturizer with another.

He was always like this on nights where it was just the two of you especially when he was very tired. No stream, no tiktok, just the two of you. He was more soft spoken, more touchy even if that seemed impossible. You appreciated it wholeheartedly. As much as you enjoyed watching him stream at nights from the corner of the room where the cameras would not capture you, you enjoyed the nights where the two of you just lazed around and did almost nothing. It was nice being able to not do anything and not feel bored because it meant that you were that comfortable in each other’s presence.

Vinnie laid down on the bed before tugging you down next to him. His eyes followed you and the actions of your hands as you rubbed his tattoos. When it was time for his back, he sat with his back facing you in between your legs with his hands resting on them again as your hands ran across the tattoos that littered his back. After you closed the jar and placed it on the bed, you barely had a moment to think before Vinnie collapsed on to your chest with his head buried in between your breasts.

As you were about to run your fingers through his hair, he bolted at up and turned towards you. You raised your eyebrows questioning his action and he wordlessly reached towards your tee shirt and gave it a gentle tug.

When you did not respond immediately to his action, he gave it another tug.

“Words love, do you want me to take it off?” You asked.

He spoke softly his words weighed down by his tiredness, “Yes please.”

You nodded and shifting back a bit so you could remove the shirt with out hitting him. He turned his body to face you completely and his eyes darting up on down your body. Then his cheeks flushed, you forgot you were not wearing a bra underneath it.

“Sorry I forgot” you began to apologise and reach for the previously discarded shirt.

“No it’s fine, I’m glad.” He said as he gently pushed you backwards so you were now laying on the bed. He then repositioned himself and laid down your body. His head placed on your breasts with one arm wrapped around your body and the other hanging by his side. This was the skin to skin connection that he, and also you, craved desperately. Your fingers instinctively made their way into his hair and he tightened his hold. As you continued to play with his hair you felt his breaths get softer, Vinnie had fallen asleep.

Picture it! This soft boy is your childhood BFF. You grew up together, you're totally inseparable, attached at the hip since elementary school, & very protective of each other. You both come from emotionally repressed homes, so you're always very loving & affectionate with each other to compensate. Physical touch is your shared love language, so frequent hugging, cuddling, & holding hands is commonplace.

One day you're just hanging out, you're sitting in his lap, or he's laying with his head in your lap, & you're just playing with his hair, minding your own business, & some rando comments in passing what a cute couple you make, & suddenly neither of you can stop thinking about it...

Enjoy! 😊😊😊

First, lovely, Seb's look in The Apparition is underrated. Think what you want about the film, but Ben is 🔥.

Second, best friends to lovers with Bucky (or Ben)? I imagine you sneak out to see him and vice versa after a bad day at home. You know everything about each other. He even took you to prom and the photos are some of your favorites of the two of you.

And the rando comment about you two being together? You're thankful he doesn't say, "No, no way. We're just friends!" and that glimmer of hope becomes a bright light inside you. The fact that you don't brush it off quickly either gives him hope, too. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before. Because who better to be with than the person who knows him better than anyone else? His beautiful, amazing, compassionate best friend?

He just needs to admit how he feels.

Love and thanks! ❤️

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

yum yum

come and celebrate a 100 followers with me!!

pairing: dad!chris evans x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, rpf

summary: chris's fan spot him with his family one lovely evening.

- blurb

"is that chris fucking evans?!" a girl shouts, her hand over her mouth as she bumps her elbow to the boy standing beside her. "holy- that's him and y/n!" she starts bouncing on her spot, taking her phone out of her purse to snap a picture of the couple who stand by an ice cream cart.

"should we say hi?" she looks over to her friend, who gives her an encouraging smile, however it fades and the girl glances back at the couple, where now, three children stand laughing as chris smears their little faces with ice cream. the girl wears a shocked impression on her face, it was the first time she had actually seen chris's and y/n's children, the couple preferred to keep them out of the public eyes.

from what the two teens see, the little boy who is propped on y/n's hip completely looks like chris's mini-me, which is utterly adorable. the two girls' which stand by chris's leg, seem to have chris's eyes and nose but hair like their mother's. as the little girl collects her ice cream, she notices the two teens and send a shy wave, pulling on y/n's dress skirt and pointing at the two.

y/n smiles, holding her son's hand in her own to send a wave. "who is tha' mama?" y/s/n asks, hiding his face into his mother's neck as the teenagers wave back. he was a shy, mama's boy.

"those are daddy's fans," y/n replies, kissing her son's head and collecting his ice cream from the man behind the cart. "thank you, ice cream man!" y/s/n exclaims happily, taking the cone from his mother's hand in haste.

"good manners, bub." chris grins, a short chuckle leaving his lips as he sees his son's face messed with chocolate and sprinkles. "take your time,you don't want to get a brain freeze." chris says, using a tissue to wipe his son's mouth, he does the same to his little girls', who seem to be devouring their strawberry ice cream gleefully.

"now, what flavor do you want, sweetheart?" chris glances behind him when he does not hear your reply, he lets out a laugh with an admirable smile. y/s/n has his ice cream smushed against your lips while he tells you, "c'mon mama, eat 'cream," he whines. y/s/n grins when you take a small lick, clapping his hand as he does so.

y/s/n catches chris's eyes on him and calls his dad over. "you too dada! come eat 'creams, it's yum yum," he nods his head while licking and pushing the cone chris's direction. a loud heart thumping laugh sounding from the boy as chris took a big lick. "very yum yum," chris says. and well it was not a minute later his two daughter's were asking their father and mother to try theirs.

the sight of the family has the teens in awe.

Hiii ❤️ oh dear, its so hot here currently,  which brought me to an idea that I would happily request. A Bucky Barnes one where the avengers (including the fem. reader) are having a day off and enjoy the time at the pool. Buck and her keep playing with the water and tease each other (they have a crush on each other tho) and the others start making bets on you to finally make a move. Then Buck does something mean like throwing her in the water but she pulls him with her and they end up kissing or smth?  I hope this is not weird and maybe you want to write something like that 😊😊 I'd appreciate this very much (and it would make my bday today a looot sweeter)

Sweet Nonnie!!! I am so so sorry I missed this yesterday for your birthday!! I hope you had a beautiful day 🎉 Consider this a birthday present to make it last a little longer!

I ever so slightly changed the end but I hope it still tickles your pickle 👉🏻🥒 a beautiful request from a beautiful soul!

If you would like to make a request, hit me up baby 💌

Warnings: A tiny bit of blood, but nothing awful I promise. Fluff and flirting 🍹

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There were some perks to being an Avenger, and today with the world too hot to start a war, you and the rest of your team mates were able to enjoy the hospitality of Tony and his pool. That was a great perk.

Another perk of a day like this was you got to spend a day messing around with Bucky. A shirtless Bucky no less. A tanned, dripping Bucky. Nat had slapped your arm at least four times to stop you from staring, but honestly it was so hard not to look.

For your part, you did your best to return the favour to him. You had donned your cutest bikini, a big floppy hat and some pretty sandals. Your eyes flashed to him when you walked along the poolside and stopped at a lounger directly opposite him, just to check he was looking. He was.

You then spent a stupidly long time applying sunscreen. You made a subtle show of spreading your legs to apply the stuff to your thighs, massaging your boobs and sighing as you did so. Another quick glance showed he was watching. You smiled slightly and lay back, hoping for a little tan and a little bit more maybe?

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After a while you were bored of lounging and the cool water beckoned you. It took you a little while to wade in and in that time Bucky and Steve had decided to canonball into the water, causing you to shriek as the cold water splashed you.

Finally you lunged forward and managed to get a few lengths in before their horseplay stopped you. Steve managed to convince Wanda to join and play 'Chicken Fight' against you and Bucky. He didn't even give you a chance to decide before he was lifting you up on his shoulders, firm hands squeezing your thighs.

Steve raised his eyebrows at the move but said nothing as Wanda was gearing up to knock you down. You put up a good fight but you were pretty sure she used some of her powers to send you and Bucky sinking. As you attempted to resurface you felt his arms grab your waist and pull you to the surface until you were suddenly face to face. After some trash talk you had another go, then another, then another. You spent a good part of an next hour falling into the water, only occasionally managing to topple the young witch.

All the while Bucky's hands squeezed at your thighs, ran his hands along your soft skin, while you stroked your fingers along his cheek, held his hands and even very occasionally squeezed your thighs around his head. But that was only because of the game. Nothing more. Promise.

Eventually Steve and Wanda got tired of beating you both and left. You and Bucky remained. "Bucky let me down" you giggled and he turned his head, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, "You sure about that sweetie?" And you huffed which suddenly turned into a scream when he threw you backwards. You emerged spluttering and proceeded to splash Bucky as much as you could in retaliation.

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"Can you believe those two?" Sam muttered over a cocktail, planting himself next to Nat on a sun lounger. "I know, it's so cute it's sickening" she replied. They both watched as you and Bucky flirted with each other. You had sat on the pool edge, Bucky leaning his arms on your thighs. "It's the puppy eyes that does it for me" said Sam as Nat hummed in agreement.

"10 bucks he kisses her first" Nat said, reaching out for Sam's hand. "I'll take that bet, he's a goddam wuss, she'll do it first."

When your teeth started chattering you decided it was time to get out and warm up poolside. You both retreated to your loungers opposite each other and shared a small smile as you towled down.

"Have fun?" Nat said suggestively and you chuckled "Uh huh, very nice." You laid down and closed your eyes letting the sun warm you up.

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"Bucky DON'T"

You heard Nat's voice which woke you from your doze, but before you really opened your eyes you were shocked when ice cold water splashed all over your hot body. You screamed as your eyes met Bucky's, standing over you with a little bucket in his hand.

"You jerk!!!" You squealed jumping off the lounger and running after him as he fled around the edge. As you chased him you slipped on the wet tiles and fell, your knee making a horrible thud as you landed on it.

You groaned as you rolled over and winced at the bloody knee. Suddenly Bucky was kneeling at your side, "Shit Doll, I'm so sorry! Fuck, are you ok?"

"It's ok Buck, just a graze" you grimaced and tried to stand. He swatted your arms and scooped you up and carried you into the kitchen, placing you on the counter as he searched around for a first aid kit.

"Hey, Buck, honestly I'm ok" you chuckled as he slammed doors until he found it. You watched his face as he cleaned your cut and applied a plaster. You grabbed his hand, "Youu there?" You said and he finally looked at you. "Sorry, just.... I was messing around, didn't mean for you to get hurt sweetie."

You smiled, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. " You wanna make it up to me?" He cocked an eyebrow and smiled at you, "Ok?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. "Kiss it better?"

As Bucky's lips connected with yours a large whoop came from outside and you giggled as the gang clapped and dispersed, Nat holding out her hand to Sam. You turned back to Bucky and smiled, before pulling him back into a much longer kiss.

I've had thots about boyfriend's brother! Bucky and his wandering hands and yall are so turned on you both can't stop touching one another you're practically dry humping in front of everyone (ya know the whole hiding in plain sight)

Yeah yeah yeah boyfriend's brother! You're in a relationship but you and his brother are just like magnets. Everything is super charged between you and no matter how much you both fight it, you can't stop. There's a video I saw the other day of a man and woman on a train or bus and it's super packed so they're standing super close and all the jostling causes them to keep bumping and grinding "innocently" but it gets super hot and I just 🔥🥵

This is the boyfriend's brother bucky anon again and you're a doll😘😘 I'm feeling very shamey about myself lol cuz I absolutely despise cheating but like can't stop thinking about it? Also my sis's husband (whom I'm not attracted to at all and would never) and I have a very bro-sis goofy relationship where we fart around and whatnot... so of course my slutty self is now wondering about if he was Bucky lol. So the same like situation with sister's boyfriend/fiance/husband bucky x fem reader and I just.... fuck the THOTS won't stop🥵😶

Beautiful Nonnie, sorry this took so long. Life is 😬. Now, never feel guilty for your feelings, clearly you have no intention of acting on any of this! It's just fantasy and as long as that doesn't hurt anyone else, then it's all good. Thank you so much for sending this in, it was a challenge but I really loved it! Now let's get into it 😈

Warnings: Cheating, P in V, kissing, it got a little angsty I think but in a hot way. Also I don't know how to flirt which I think is apparent in this story 🤣

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It was game night at your boyfriend's house. You always loved it. It had been a staple for their family and ever since you had started dating him they made you feel like you belonged and you loved it.

You settled around the dining table, your boyfriend on one side, and his brother Bucky on the other. You always liked Bucky, he was charming, funny and you got on like a house on fire.

In fact you had been getting along so well that you might have started thinking about him a little too much. You really loved your boyfriend, but this thing with Bucky, the chemistry was kind of undeniable.

Drinks were flowing and you laughed along at jokes as you celebrated your wins and commiserated your losses. More often than not, Bucky had you in stitches, you leaned on his shoulder, pressed your hand on his thigh and occasionally wrapped your arms around his neck. It was just friendly banter, you loved Bucky, he was so much fun to be around and made nights like this even more enjoyable.

"Bucky, seriously your gonna make me pee" you yelled when he told a particularly hilarious joke. You jumped up and ran to the bathroom, giggling as you ran down the hall. You were in there for a little while when you heard a knock. "Occupied!" You called but it was a very persistent knock. Finally you finished up and swung open the door. "Oh! What are you doing here?" Your boyfriend swept you up in his arms and kissed you. You chuckled and tried to push him off. "Hey! We can't do it here! Everyone will know!"

You kissed him a little more but eventually he relented with a chuckle and let you go. When you returned to the table your face flushed as Bucky looked at you, his eyebrows quirking in amusement. "All good with you?" He asked and you nudged him in the ribs, "shuttup Barnes" and you sipped on your drink.

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Much later you were hanging out with Bucky in the kitchen. You were both a little tipsy and very giggly. He was telling you some stories from his childhood and you fell forward, leaning your head on his broad chest as you laughed.

He wrapped his arm around you, and as you looked up at him he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Oh" you said, looking up at him with wide eyes. His body was frozen but you didn't move from your position. Your hands were pressed on his pecs and you could feel his heart thumping in his chest. "I... Um.... So..." He stuttered and you could just blink at him.

You heard a bottle clang in the other room and a voice getting closer. You quickly separated and you went to refill your drink.

Your boyfriend came into the room, obviously missing the weird tension and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck. It felt.... Odd. "You ready for bed huh? Wanna spend some alone time with you..." He growled and you felt a little embarrassed, "Honey, shush Bucky's right there." His brother just chuckled and dragged you out of the room. You glanced back at Bucky and for the first time felt a pang of something sad in your heart.

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It was about 2am. You had snuck back down to the kitchen for some water, but also to get out of your boyfriend's room. You suddenly felt suffocated by the way you were feeling and you just needed a moment to think without his sweet face causing you to ache with guilt.

But why did you feel guilty? Yeah you liked Bucky but you didn't like him, like him. Did you? It was just a forehead kiss, which was actually a mistake, just a turn of the head. Friends kiss each other sometimes don't they? You stared out of the kitchen window feeling utterly confused when none other than Bucky walked into the room behind you.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" he mumbled and went to leave. "No wait please" you whispered and walked over to him, taking his hand and pulling him over to the table to sit down. You sat in an awkward silence for a moment as he sipped at his water.

"So, you kissed me.... That wasn't anything right? Just a drunk, friend kiss type thing." His eyes widened and he nodded, "um yeah, that was just a mistake for sure.... Like you say... A friendly kiss, between friends." You both sat there in silence for a moment. You followed his eyes, which seemed to be looking between your lips, shoulder and eyes. Your bare knees brushed against his and you both sucked in a breath.

"Well ok, that sounds fine, great even. Let's just go back to normal then" you said, patting his knee and smiling at him. He nodded, then grabbed your wrist, then dragged you forward and pulled you into a kiss.

Not a friend kiss. Not an innocent mistake kiss. A full on proper kiss.

And you didn't stop him. You moaned as his tongue explored your mouth. Your hands gripped his cheeks as his thumbs pressed into your soft thighs. It was like no kiss you'd ever had. It was gentle but breathtaking, you felt everything he was feeling and you couldn't stop. You lost your mind as you climbed into his lap, thighs straddling his as you pulled at his hair and he groaned as you ground your hips a little against him. His hands slipped under your sleep shirt and caressed your stomach and breasts.

Finally you broke the kiss to whisper his name and that brought you back down to earth. "Oh god, we can't" you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. He huffed a sigh, hands squeezing at you. "But I really want to...Fuck, look at you, I just gotta" he whispered, hands grasping your face and pulling you back to him. You grasped his face too and whined as you kissed him. Suddenly you jumped up, "no, no, no, no, Bucky. Your brother is my boyfriend. Like my boyfriend, your brother?" He rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah I fucking know, drives me crazy that he got to you first." He stood and came to a stop in front of you. "Now I have to watch you with him..." His arms gripped yours and pulled you close "....when you should be with me."

"I....I don't know what to do Buck. This is... it's wrong. I mean it feels good, but we're not those people..." As you spoke he closed the gap, pressing his body against yours, trapping you against the kitch counter. "I don't care. At least not right now. You are the girl of my dreams and you're kissin me. Shit... I can't not do this now I'm here."

You could feel his body react to you, his cock stiffening against your hips. When you didn't stop him he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek and finally to your lips. You sighed and returned it, wrapping your arms around him and he lifted you to sit on the counter.

You watched as he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled it down. He groaned as he caught sight of your glistening folds, licking his finger before rubbing it gently over you, making you gasp and grind down on him.

You quickly pushed his boxers down, until his cock sprang free. You pulled him in to kiss you, his lips crashing into yours and your hands wrapped round his length, gently stroking him as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Can't be too loud sweetie" he whispered as you felt the fat head press against you. "But I wanna hear some noises from that pretty mouth, please?" You nodded, which turned into a loud gasp as he sunk in, stretching your walls inch by inch. You gripped his shoulders and whispered a string of curses as you both watched him bottom out.

"Fuck, better than I imagined" he groaned and wasted no time dragging his hips back before slamming back into you again. Your whole body shook as he fucked you, your guilt being eaten away by his passion. The way his kissed you so perfectly. The way your body reacted to every touch so eagerly. How good he made you feel, everytime you were with him. You clung tighter, never wanting it to stop as he peppered kisses on to your neck. You whined quietly into his skin, "Bucky, please, god please make me come" you whimpered, the pressure in your tummy building as his thrusts became faster and harder. He pulled back and he moved his hand down to rub at your bundle of nerves. The effect almost instantaneous, as you fell back on the counter, hand over your mouth as you clenched and spasmed around him.

Quickly he pulled out and groaned and he came over your pussy, as if to mark it as his. He slipped his dick back inside you, helping you ride your own wave until you were panting and shuddering under his actions. He finally pulled out and helped you to sit up straight then off the counter to standing, although your legs felt like jelly.

He kissed you again, lingering as you brushed your fingers through his hair. "Goodnight Bucky" you whispered and grabbed your underwear before heading back to your boyfriend's room.

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Next morning you joined everyone at breakfast, the jovial mood from the night before seemed to have remained which you were relieved of. Bucky hadn't appeared yet.

Your boyfriend kissed you when you sat down next to him and you smiled at him. Just as you tucked into your pancakes Bucky appeared, greeting everyone, including you as normal. Things were fine until your boyfriend said, "oh Buck, you live in Brooklyn now right? My girls got a conference in the city next week, do you think she could stay with you for a couple of nights?"

Your eyes widened for a moment as you glanced at Bucky, a big grin breaking out on his face. "Sure, I can't see what would be wrong with that."

A Taste of Summer

Summary: You can’t think of a better to start your summer than to get railed by Ari. Who cares if he’s your dad’s best friend.

Pairing: Mean DBF!Ari x reader

Warnings: Smut, creampies, jealous/possessive Ari, rough smut, forced exhibitionism (reader is into it though), bratty reader, praise kink, size kink, spanking, slight degradation, age gap, ari is 6'6".

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Second official sinday drabble, unbeta’d and written on my phone. Comments and reblogs are cherished.

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For as long as you can remember, it’s been a family tradition to kick off summer with a small get-together in your backyard. Your dad is adamant that everyone shows up. He called you three times yesterday to make sure you were still on your way. Of course, you would never miss the chance to attend the party, it’s a fun occasion with good music, even better food and one thing you can’t find anywhere else, especially not at your college.

Ari Levison. 

He’s the best thing about these parties. Always has been. Sure, he’s your dad’s best friend, but frankly, that makes you want him even more. The semi-retired boxer is sex on legs and the reason you have a drawer full of toys beside your bed. 

Standing in your childhood bedroom, the sounds of boisterous conversations and steaks sizzling on the grill float through your open window with the warm summer breeze. Notes of freshly cut grass and barbecue follow, sweeping across your face, and a grin tugs at your lips. Oh, you love the smell of summer.

Slipping the wide strap of your new summer dress over your shoulder, you stare at your reflection. You look incredible. It was worth the three hours you spent in the mall, dragging Wanda and Monica through store after store until you found the right one. 

The soft, lacy material fits your body perfectly, enhancing your curves, the top cinches under your breasts, pushing them up. And the color makes your skin glow. And if you had any anxieties about wearing it, they were wiped away after Bucky got a look at you in it. Your roommate’s eyes bulged out of his head and he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a moan when he asked you to twirl for him. 

Hearing a familiar deep voice, you pad to your window, leaning on the frame as you pull on your sandal. Parting the sheer curtains with your fingers, you easily find the one man you’re constantly seeking out. At 6’6" he’s taller than every person in the yard.

 “Damn,” your eyes widen as they rake over his massive frame.

Even from a distance, he looks like a greek god come to life. Long legs that go on forever, his large hands flying through the air as he talks to your dad. A faded blue towel casually thrown over his bare shoulder. Water drips off his tanned, lightly freckled chest, thin rivulets that lead down to the waistband of his black swimming trunks, they cling to his thick muscular thighs, emphasizing just how big he is.

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CHRIS EVANS + Lightytear promo tour (2022).

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summary: Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?

Not, not even close. Because it doesn't matter if Billy keeps dreaming about you or that you think that if the sun and the sea had a love child it would look like Billy, you really hate each other's guts -at least, that's what you keep telling yourselves- until you are caught in a not so great position. literally. Lots of insults flying around, lots of lying to yourself, lots of fighting before ending up against a wall your lip inches away from his because that's what enemies do, right?

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prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three (scheduled a weeks from now- read early on my ko-fii!!!)

updates on monday (hopefully)

extras:

18 playlist

moodboard

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Can you write about y/n and JJ going to the store to buy condoms and then JJ is really needy and can’t wait until they get home so they end up fucking in the car?

Needy

I barely got my door closed when JJ grabs the back of my neck, yanking me over the center console to kiss me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he steals my breath.

“I can’t wait for us to get home. I need you right now.” JJ pants, shoving his shorts and boxers down and reclining his seat. His cock is hard and waiting as I gawk at him.

“JJ! We are in the parking lot!” I giggle, slipping my panties down my legs as he rolls one of the condoms on we just bought. How can I deny him when he’s already half naked?

“I don’t care. Ride me.” JJ pulls me onto his lap and when he sinks inside me, we both groan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” JJ grunts, hands tight on my hips as we start to rock into each other. I brace my hand against the window as I start to bounce.

“You’re so fucking hot.” JJ yanks me in for a kiss, his tongue invading every inch of my mouth. When his hand wraps around my throat, I feel my whole body clench with my approaching orgasm.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me. I want to feel your pussy walls milk my cock.” My eyes rolls back as I choke on a gasp, my toes curls and my whole body shakes as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. A strangled scream leaves my lips and he starts thrusting up into me, pushing my hips down to the point it feels like he’s coming out my throat.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Just like that. Fuck.” JJ groans as our bodies move in sync until we’re both heaving from our release. I collapse on his chest, sweat rolling down my back as I feel him soften inside me.

“That was so hot.” I giggle, kissing his lips as he grins at me.

“Just wait until we get home.” He lands a playful slap to my ass.

Just then, there’s a sharp knock on the window and we both freeze. I hesitantly look over to see the badge on his belt. Busted.

Omg I need a part 2 of dad jj! It’s the cutest thing ever!

I love it too!!! Ahh!!

The gif is 10/10 🥵🔥

Daddy & Mommy

I bent down to toss more clothes in the dryer when a large hand cupped my pussy from behind through my athletic shorts. I straightened with a smile as JJ gripped my hips, rubbing his cock against my ass like a horny teenager. His hands explore and grab and squeeze, landing a playful slap.

"How are you going to bend over like that in front of me?" JJ growled into my hair, his hands sliding up under my shirt to grip my braless tits in my T-shirt.

"I didn't know you were back there." I answer, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he massages my breasts, his thumbs swiping over my nipples. JJ's lips find my neck and I moan softly, reaching back to tug on his hair. We hadn't found a moment alone in weeks and now I was starved and wet. "Kids?" I ask before I'm suddenly spun around and sat on the dryer.

"Watching TV and napping." JJ locks the door while I slip my shorts and panties off. He shoves me down on top of the machine and hoists my hips up, attaching his mouth to my needy clit. I bite back a moan as his tongue sends fireworks through out my body.

"God, I missed this. You're like a three course meal. I could eat you anytime." JJ kisses and bites my thighs before plunging his tongue inside me, spreading me open for him. I arch off the machine, needing more.

"We have to hurry!" I plead, shoving his head away and tearing at the button on his shorts. They drop to the floor and he pulls me to my feet, spinning me to bend me over the dryer instead. He slaps his hard cock against my ass before running it through my slick, ever so slowly. "Stop teasing me." I grit my teeth, pushing my hips back at him and he chuckles, landing a harsh slap to my ass.

"Such a needy little wife. Always such a slut for me." I gasp when he shoves his way in, hard and fast. It takes my breath away. His arms wrap around me, one on my stomach and the other gripping my breast as he starts to pound into me. I grip the dryer, unable to do anything but hold on as he fucks me. My orgasm races forward, gushing from me so quickly I don't have time to think. A yell escapes my lips and he slaps his hand over my mouth as he fucks me through it.

"That's my girl." JJ pulls me up against his chest, the hand not on my mouth slips between my legs to stroke my clit and I go rigid against him. My body shakes violently against his and I bite down between his thumb and pointer finger to keep from screaming. JJ hisses, gripping my face harder as his hips snap against my ass at an ungodly pace. My hand flies back between us, urging him to stop, to pull out.

“You will give me baby number three." JJ growls and I smirk against his hand, loving when he gets the carnal urge to pump me full of his cum. JJ yanks free of me and I spin around, dropping to my knees as he fists my hair, shoving his cock down my throat. Two strokes down my throat and thick, hot cum shoots out. I keep sucking as hard as I can, squeezing his balls as I swallow around him. He lifts up on his toes, shuddering as he comes down. I pull away with a pop and our eyes lock as we pant for air.

"I love you." JJ breathes and I smile sweetly as he helps me to my feet.

"I know, baby."

Tell Me You Love Me

"I. Hate. You!" She screams at me. Her eyes are wide with tears and her cheeks red with anger. I hate her too. But I don't. I never would. Hate went out the window a long time ago. Because somewhere between the sex and the fighting, I fell in love with this girl. This wild, spit fire of a girl who could give Kie a run for her money. A girl who could fight better than me. Hustle better than me. Surf better than me. A girl who didn't need anyone. And now she was stuck with me.

She turns to leave but I catch her arm then I block the smack she sends for my cheek. Always a fight. I tackle her down to the grass, pinning her with my body and her hands above her head. She opens her mouth to scream profanities and I seize the moment to kiss her, plunging my tongue in her mouth just how she likes and I feel the moment she starts to turn into mush. I let go of her hands and she brings me closer by the collar of my shirt, kissing me like it's her air to breathe. I don't have a condom but I can't bring myself to stop.

Her shorts come off and suddenly I'm pressing into her bare, her legs wrapped around my waist. This is why I've never fucked anyone without a condom because this is dangerous. This feels too good to go without. A temptation that'll wreck your whole world. And fuck, I can't stop. I come down on top of her, our lips gliding over each other as I fuck her slow and hard. She yanks up my shirt so she can claw at my back and I slap a hand over her mouth to silence her.

It's dark and no one is around but the last thing we need is for Shoupe to catch us.

I dig my knees into the grass, knowing I've reached that sweet spot inside her when her cries get more and more high pitched behind my hand. She's trembling as I fuck her through her orgasm, speeding up as I chase my own.

"I love you." I say, thrusting harder as her eyes widen while digging her nails into my shoulders. "I know I shouldn't but I do. I love you." I grunt as I feel my balls tighten and my dick starts to swell. She slaps at my chest, angry that I said it. I said the L word.

I move my hand to her hip, gripping them both as I fuck her savagely.

"You promised." She cries, throwing her head back against the grass.

"I know. I'm sorry." I growl. I feel it. I'm about to explode. She's sucking me in so hard. I want her to say it back. Tell me you love me.

"You have to pull out. I don't want you to but you have to." Her hands fist the grass, her back arching as another climax hits her and I have to yank free. I tug myself once and I spew all over her stomach, running down the hood of her pussy. I groan, my body shuddering as I sink back onto my heels. God, what a beautiful sight. Her spread and wet, unable to catch her breath as my cum runs down her pussy lips.

"Say it back." I demand, quickly forcing two fingers inside her clenching little cunt before she can sit up. She drops back down on the grass, her legs dropping back open.

"JJ." She whimpers, trailing her hand down to rub her clit but I smack it away.

"Say it back." I demand again, slowing my movements when she starts to clench down on me.

"Please, JJ. I can't!" She whines, grinding herself against me to try and take her own release.

"Say it or I'll stop. I swear to fucking god I'll stop. Say it!" I shout but even I know she won't. My chest swells painfully and I know she'll never say those words to me. She was afraid. I pump my fingers harder, growing angrier and she cries out loudly. At this point I don't give a fuck if anyone catches us. Let them see how desperate I make her.

"I-I'm gonna— oh fuck— oh—." She trails off, eyes rolling back as I slip in a third finger and she clenches down on me so hard I can hardly move as she cums. Her hips bow off the grass and she squirts all over my hand and onto my shorts. I keep going until she screams, yanking away from me and rolling over to crawl away. I want to chase her and make her do that again but reality sets in. She doesn't love me.

I lean back on my heels, tossing her shorts at her as I take deep, angry breaths.

"You're just like everyone else. You use me and I let you." I get to my feet as she dresses herself.

"JJ, stop. Please." Tears fill her eyes as she takes a step towards me. Who was this girl? She didn't cry? What did she have to be sad over?

"Trust me, I wish I didn't love you. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were just a fuck. I wish I hated you."  I turn away, heading back towards my dirt bike, ignoring her sobs as my heart broke for the last time.

Coitus Interruptus

Summary: It’s a quiet Sunday morning when the innocent Evans children wonder straight into their parents bedroom, to find them… What’s the word Chris uses? Oh yeah, wrestling. this is a part of the evans’ series.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Yn Evans

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy kids), oral sex (m receiving), swearing

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Sunday’s aren’t normally this quiet, the weekends are normally welcomed with high pitched screams from Archie or Alex as they argue over pancake toppings or Alba playing music loudly from her room. 

But the quietness only means one thing, they’re still sleeping. So Yn and Chris intend to take the quiet moment to their full opportunity. 

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insomnia.

summary: it’s a fitful night of sleep in the tower. when your boys find you needy for them, even in sleep, they just can’t help themselves.

18+, minors do not interact

warnings: slight somnophilia (consent is given beforehand!!), LOTSSSS of dirty talking, humping, penetration, fingering, oral (f+m receiving), aftercare

It was a restless evening in Stark Tower.

Everyone was in their separate rooms - except for you, Bucky, and Steve of course, who shared a king sized bed on the fifteenth floor. The boys were having a tough time falling asleep because of the raging thunderstorm outside, but you had different reasons for your fitful rest.

You let out a small whimper, your legs shoving in between Steve’s. He turned to gather you into his arms and comfort you, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked down at you.

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STRANGER THINGS 4 (2022) + selected songs (insp for this amazing set x, x)

Someone finally understands that a cool color palette is GOOD.

Tag yourself, I’m his surprised face in the 2nd pic.

Hi 🥰

Could I request a hurt/comfort and smut story with Bucky including lactation kink/breast play.

Thank you 💛🦁

─── 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛.𝐛 ───

pairing: husband!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: smut {breast play, lactation kink, soft breeding kink, fingering, slight pussyjob, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of the word daddy but moreso for teasing not as a kink}, description of reader’s body {swollen breasts, post-partum physicality}, insecurities, implied body dysmorphia, comforting fluff {we all deserve a partner like bucky}

writer’s notes: it’s been a minute since i wrote something with such filth, but this was a lot of fun to indulge in! it’s not super long but i hope you still enjoy. thank you for sending in this request, lovely <3

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“There you are, sweetheart.” Bucky sounds from the doorway; voice gentle as he crosses the threshold. “I was wonderin’ where you ran off to.”

Turning away from the mirror, your hands are still warm against your stomach; fingers caressing the sunken skin timidly.

A look of understanding flashes across his face; empathy reflecting in his eyes as he notices your reluctant smile. “What’s goin’ on? Do you want to talk about it?”

Shaking your head, you melt in his arms as they wrap around you; pulling you into his chest. “Not right now, Buck.”

“Okay,” he whispers against your hair. “That’s okay, honey.”

If there was one thing you would always be grateful for, it was the way Bucky trusted your sentiments — knowing that when you were ready, you’d open up. Just as he did with you.

Still, he can’t help the worry that clouds his thoughts. The birth of your son, Georgie, had taken a lot out of you — it was a complicated pregnancy and post-partum hadn’t been any easier.

Although your baby was healthy; a sweet little boy that had your kind eyes and Bucky’s gummy smile — he wasn’t nearly as settled at home as he was those first nights in the hospital.

When you’d gone for his six week appointment, the Doctors had informed you of Colic and how it could be affecting Georgie. You were both grateful for the knowledge, learning how to navigate a routine that would help him calm. It’d been four weeks since then, and the two of you had persevered as best as you could; working through the ever constant changes as a unit.

However, it meant that other issues were going unspoken. A prominent one, for you, being that you hadn’t been feeling very comfortable in your own skin.

It wasn’t the stretch marks, no. Those were a natural, beautiful reminder that you’d given your baby boy a home to grow in. But, it was almost as if you were living in a stranger’s body — barely recognisable to your own mind as you stared in the mirror.

These were emotions that you hadn’t anticipated — either everyone you knew hadn’t gone through a similar experience, or they lied. And attempting to manage these new feelings was proving to be much more difficult than you could have ever imagined.

But you were trying; pushing through the darkness that threatened to take over. There was an appointment circled on the calendar with a counsellor for next week, and you’d been more open to seeing your friends for lunch dates as an opportunity to get out of the house more.

Still, it was a work in progress. One that your husband was honoured to hold your hand in.

“C’mere.” Bucky’s guides you towards the bed, hands slipping under your negligee. “‘S been a while since we’ve had some time to ourselves, hasn’t it, sweetheart?”

Softly, your fingers glide through his brunette tresses; happy that he had decided to grow it out again.

Bucky’s lips descend upon your neck; the feeling of his stubble against the sensitive skin making you sigh. “Missed bein’ like this with you,” he says. “Bein’ able to touch my gorgeous wife.”

“Smooth talker,” you tease; already feeling your worries ease with the way he was comforting you. Cupping his jaw in your palms, you bring his mouth to yours. “I missed you too, honey.”

After the cesarean, you’d been taking it easy. Not because you felt as though you had to, but moreso because of Bucky’s overprotective nature. Besides holding your son, your husband hadn’t let you lift a single finger, “Need you healthy and happy, Mama. That means rest.”

However, that also meant the two of you hadn’t been intimate in months. And though it wasn’t mentioned, you knew how important physical touch was for him and that this change was just as difficult for Bucky, as it was for you.

The hem of the lace ascends from your body, your husband’s hands pulling it off in one go. You don’t have time to think about covering yourself, not as Bucky praises you. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Can’t believe how lucky I am.”

He towers over you, gently pushing you so that your back meets the plush mattress. Your legs are spread wide; opening for him to settle between after removing his clothes.

Fingers trail down your neck, sliding between the valley of your breasts. At the sensation of his metal appendage pinching your pert bud; your back arches as you gasp his name — a plea for more.

“Look’it that, honey.” His voice oozes like a saccharine caramel, filling your senses with complete and utter delight.

Milk flows from your nipple, causing a line to trail down. Bucky wastes no time chasing it with his tongue, humming a pleased sound as he does. “Taste so sweet.”

Bucky was hot and heavy against your centre, leaking as his hips slowly began to move, pulsing through your folds as he gently suckled. He moaned deeply as you tugged on his locks, pressing your chest into his mouth further as it eased some of the weight you felt in your breast.

“Oh my god,” you whine; head thrown back against the pillows. “Just like that, Buck. Feels s’good!”

Thrumming with pride, Bucky massaged your breasts; cradling the swollen globes as he was encouraged by your heady moans. The milky liquid descends, and your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of your husband so enthralled by it.

His pupils were blown to obsidian, too enamoured with the way you’d started grinding back against his length. Coating his cock in your slick as he glided between your puffy folds. He could feel his balls growing heavier with each swipe; getting more desperate with each mewel that left your throat.

It was spilling past his lips as he hungrily swallowed the nectar, flicking his eyes to your heaving chest once more before he pulled back. Bucky’s hand moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re perfect, y’know that?” He growls, licking his lips. “Remember the first time we did that? You were so shy, so cute about it. Now you beg for it, get needy for it, don’t ya?”

“Yes! God, Bucky, I love it.” Your tongues meet sensually, whimpering as he steals any sanity you had left. “I love you.”

He grins, bright and wide before kissing you again. “I love you, so much, sweetheart. Gave me everything I never thought I could have.”

The moment is sweet, butterflies erupting as he gazed at you as though it was the first time.

“And I have to admit…” his tone is teasing; mouth sucking bruises into your neck. “Seein’ you with our son makes me think about it even more. How I can’t wait to grow our family… how beautiful you look when you’re pregnant, swollen with our child inside.”

“Buck…” your voice is wispy, breathless. “Thought we were gonna wait awhile before the next one.”

His chuckle vibrates your body, “I know, I know. I shouldn’t even mention it.” The feeling of his tender palm against your stomach has your gut twisting; memories of how he’d cherished you throughout your entire pregnancy flittering through your mind. “Jus’ can’t help myself when you’re under me. How badly I want to fill you up, make you stay on my cock all night so it takes.”

“Y-you can’t just say things like that,” you giggle. Though your legs tighten around his waist.

“No?” He smirks against your cheek; knowing you so well. “But weren’t you the one that begged me for it, sweetheart? Wanted to be full of me, you never let me leave this sweet cunt when we had the chance.”

It takes you by surprise when two fingers trace your soaping entrance, not wasting anytime before they enter; curling against that spongy patch that had you crying out.

“So wet for me, honey. Little hole is just beggin’ for it, ain’t she?”

He does it on purpose, the way his wedding ring is pressed against your centre with each searing thrust. You’d told him once how it’d turned you on, and he’d been using it against you ever since.

“Need you to come for me first, if you want to take my cock, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it, how you need it.”

The raspy, gravelly growl of his voice is your undoing. Your fingers find his shoulders, creating mini crescents as you dig them into his skin; keening as he pulls you through it, not stopping his ministrations until your body is quivering, hiccups escaping as he hushes you.

“So pretty when you let yourself go for me, oh look at that…” Bucky brings his fingers to his mouth, your juices glistening as he licks them clean. “Like peaches, sweetheart.”

If you weren’t so overcome with desire, you’d laugh at the absurdity. “C’mon, daddy.” Your hands migrate to the sides of his face, bringing him in close. “Fuck me.”

The praising title shoots straight to his groin; groaning as he drops his forehead to yours. “I’m married to a minx.”

“You love it.”

And yeah, he really does.

Guiding his length to your waiting entrance, he sinks in slowly; both of you moaning at the way your channel welcomes him in, walls gripping his cock snug as his pelvis becomes flush with yours.

Bucky’s grip moves to the space your hips meet your thighs, curling them around for leverage as he begins moving. Long, languid strokes leave you meweling, and you wrap your fingers around Bucky’s wrists as you encourage him to go deeper.

“Hear that, sweetheart? So wet for me, aren’t you? Just askin’ to be bred.” He hums contemplative before grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head.

Interlocking your fingers with his, the two of you share a heated kiss, panting into each other’s mouths as his pace quickens. “God, you’re so thick, so deep inside.”

“I know, I know,” he whispers; ghosting over your ear. “But you take it so well, don’t you? Were made to take me.”

“Yes! Yeah, Buck. For you, all for you!” You’re rambling, unable to make coherent sentences when all you can focus on is the feeling of his girth splitting you open.

Letting go of your hands, his descend your body; the wedding ring is cool against your throat, barely pressing down. But he keeps it there, holding onto you in a way that binds your trust.

Metal finds your swollen breasts, fiddling with them on his way down to your creamy, sensitive core. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks. “Can feel that pretty cunt cryin’ for it.”

With each deep pump of his cock nudging your cervix, your cunt begins to constrict as your orgasm builds. “Yes! Bucky, fuck. I’m so close,” you sob. “Fuck me s’good, fill me up so well, oh my god!”

“Go on, honey.” He encourages, spitting onto his fingers as draws circles on your bundle of nerves. “Make a mess all over my cock, and I promise I’ll fill you up.” Bucky leans closer, forcing you to look at him. “Maybe this’ll get you knocked up again, hm? Just so needy for my cock inside of ya, always wantin’ to be filled with my seed.”

It feels like you’re burning; body thriving as molten lava courses through your veins at the implication. You’re mindless, completely under the spell of Bucky’s words as he spits utter filth.

“That’s right, ain’t it, honey? You wanna be nothin’ but a used leaking mess, just a tight cunt for me to pump into.”

Your orgasm is shattering; ripping through you as your walls suffocate his cock, moaning incoherently as your juices squirt over his lower half.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, so good for me. That’s it, keep comin’ on my cock.” Bucky husks, his thrusts getting sloppy as he feels his own release impending. “‘M gonna fill up this hot cunt, stay plugged inside of you so we make sure it takes. You’re gonna look so beautiful, all filled out and glowing. Shit, take it— fucking take my come, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Warmth floods your channel, his seed oozing from your abused hole as his cock throbs with each pump. His hips slow to a small grind, spending his last droplets until coming to an end.

Focusing on the sight in front of you, a sense of content falls over you as you’re greeted with an adoring husband. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

A giggle bubbles in your throat as you notice his gummy grin. “Like I need to go get Plan B.”

What you expect is for Bucky to laugh with you, but the tender expression on his face has worry begin to fester. “Would it be so bad?” he wonders; features soft and lax as he traces his index over your cheek. “To have another baby…”

“Of course not, Buck… but Georgie’s barely five months and I want us to enjoy this time with him before worrying about another little one.” The words aren’t meant to be harsh, completely the opposite — the thought of what you’re family could be settles a fondness deep within your chest. But there was still so much you wanted to experience, and you knew now wasn’t the right time.

Bucky see’s it on your face; reads you knowingly as he mulls over your explaination. “Sorry, I think I just got caught up…”

Your smile is small, kind. “It’s okay, baby. I love knowing that you imagine our future, and I can’t wait until this house is nothing but noise.”

“I love you.” It’s not said to be distracting, but because Bucky can’t think of a sentence more perfect than that. You’d given him everything — things he’d never thought possible, and you’d done it all with a tender heart.

Finding his hand, you bring it to your lips as you promise, “Always.”

A little milk drunk. A little cuddles

Summary: requested by lovely anon:

Chris Evans x y/n, being married having a baby that’s a few months since birth, and after the baby is done breastfeeding, while she’s a little milk drunk thanks to mama she has some snuggle time or tummy time with Chris while he posts bout it 🥺🥺🥺 I’m-

Warning: fluffy

Word count: 600+

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris

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Luna was born 8 months ago. After months of trying she came into your and Chris's life, and she's sparked joy in it ever since. Luna was the apple of both of your eyes. You just loved her so much.

Today was quite a slow day. A lot of cleaning was done; but mostly cuddles and naps shared between you, Chris and luna. 

Little Luna has been smiling all day. Showing off her incoming teeth at the bottom. She was bothered by it, but with Chris making her smile it didn't cross her mind as much.

Now all three of you were sitting in bed under the blanket, watching some little mermaid (luna's favorite). Luna was sitting in between you in Chris; small and adorable as can be with her bunny onesie on. 

She was deeply into the movie. That lasted for a while until her little stomach started growling.

You and Chris looked down at her. "You hungry luna?" Chris asked her. Luna began to whine which was obviously a yes. "Okay, come here." You picked her up and placed her on your lap. You lifted her shirt, before you knew it she was lashed onto your breast.

Her eyes were closed as she filled her tummy up. She was a spitting image of chris. Her eyes, eyelashes, hair. The only thing she of yours was the nose. 

You smiled down at your tiny human you brought into the world 8 months ago. Chris placed his hand on her little coconut shaped head as he called it. He pushed a few curls into one direction. "My sweet luna." He mumbled causing her to open her eyes. 

Chris smiled at her. "You sleepy?" He knew she couldn't answer, but that didn't stop him from asking. Luna reached her little arms over her head, looking for Chris's. Chris chuckled as he took a hold of her little hand. 

Luna was getting a little drowsy probably from being tired but Chris and you loved to say she was milk drunk. "You're getting milk drunk Luna." 

Luna pulled away from your breast before looking at you with a smile. You pushed your shirt and sat her up so that she was laying against your chest. Her eyes never left you and a smile played on her face as you both laid there. She looked at you like you were the most stunning person she's ever seen (to her you were).

 You tried not to laugh, but she made it hard the way her plump cheeks sat up as she gazed at you. "Luna, why are you so smiley?" Chris asked, interrupting in laughing.  He picked her up off of your chest, bringing her light body to his. She broke out in a laugh as Chris tickled her sides.  

The tickling lasted for a while until you spoke up, breaking the fun."okay I think it's nap time for Luna." Chris looked over at you with a pouty face. "Does she have too?" Chris looked at Luna who was looking at you and Chris with that adorable smile. "We're having so much fun."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I don't think you want a cranky baby later. If it makes you feel better then she can sleep right here in between us." 

Chris exhaled, "okay, okay." 

He placed her in between you both before pushing the blanket up her body. "Night night Luna." You whispered. Luna's eyes slowly fell close. 2 minutes later she was asleep. You looked up at Chris. He was already looking at you. 

"What?" You whispered to him. Chris shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just so lucky to have you both." 

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Not my best writing.

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Stucky x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve’s been overworking himself and you become a victim of his stress when he forgets you in the bath

A/n: I just created this account because I’m discovering the world of agere and found so much comfort from little!reader fics and wanted to create my own! Requests are very much appreciated or even just thoughts/ideas.

Steve had been working himself to the bone all week and not getting enough food, sleep, or cuddles from his two favourite people in the world. He’d basically been living in his office and Bucky was worried for him.

It had been another day of nonstop scanning through files for Steve when Bucky had entered the office. “Hey I’m going out to get groceries, do you think you have time to give Y/n a bath while I’m gone? She’s playing in the yard and has mud all over her.” he had asked while waiting for the blonde to finally look away from his desk. “Huh? Oh yeah sure of course” he responded, giving the brunette a weak smile. “Thanks babe.” Bucky nodded before closing the door and heading out to the store.

Steve had been so absorbed in his work that he didn’t realize half an hour had gone by since Bucky left the room and decided it was a good time to take a break. He walked into the yard to find you playing with patch of flowers, ignoring that you were sitting right over dry mud and smiled to himself before scooping you up onto his hip. “Alright messy girl time for a bath” he told you as he brought you into the bathroom. 

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All of my readers are female unless otherwise specified. An 18+ rating doesn’t necessarily mean smut (but it usually does!)

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Everywhere You Want to Be

Everywhere You Want to Be: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1862

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Wade Wilson

Warnings: Smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism)

Synopsis: Every time you and Bucky try to get close, Wade is already there.  Eventually, you decide if he really wants to watch that badly, you might as well let him.

Everywhere You Want to Be

Wade Wilson was everywhere you wanted to be.  It was like he had an innate sense of when you and Bucky were about to get a little too frisky in a public area and there he would be.  He would walk in on the two of you while you were kissing in the hall.  If Bucky was cooking and you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, just as you started to nibble the shell of Bucky’s ear, Wade would appear and ask what was for dinner.  One time the two of you were making out on the couch and he came into the room and just dived on top of you both.  It was like he had a sixth sense for foreplay.

You had started to tick down the days before Wade went back out into the world and was no longer staying with the Avengers. Not that you disliked him.  He was pretty entertaining really. Especially when he started talking to people who weren’t there like you were on some kind of television program, but you really just wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend and him not interrupt.

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Your world is ripped away from you, turned to dust after the snap. You turn to the only person who could possibly understand what it’s like to love and lose Bucky Barnes.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three**

Chapter Four**

Chapter Five**

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven**

Chapter Eight

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