Hey, please can I request something? :3 Please can you do number 11 with taehyung? Is it also ok if you make it really fluffy? I really want a fluffy taehyung rn :3
This will be in Taehyung’s point of view :) I hope this was fluffy enough for you
Pairing: V (Taehyung) x Reader
Word Count: 376
“I think you’re beautiful.”
She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her skin was completely flawless. I doubt she used face masks or expensive products, that really wasn’t who she was.
She was all about simplicity, making things easy, helping those around her to relax and be happy with what they have. Her inner beauty lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed you couldn’t help but smile along too, even if it was just on the inside.
She was truly beautiful, her eyes would always sparkle and a tint of pink would appear on her face whenever she was complimented. I still don’t understand how I got so lucky. She very well could have any guy that she wanted but she wanted me.
I can’t help but stare at her, she wasn’t doing anything extraordinary. She was simply folding clothes. Her eyes focused on the cottons that were in a pile while her hands worked to fold each shirt that she grabbed. It really wasn’t anything special but she looked amazing anyways. It amazes me how everything she does makes me fall in love with her even more.
I’d see the other boys trip over themselves in her presence, she was that beautiful. I never actually fell over my own two feet over her but I guess that’s why she liked me initially, I treated her like a normal girl not someone on a pedestal. No one saw it coming, her taking interest in me, like I said she could have any guy she wants and there were a few boys I thought would be the ones to have the pleasure of capturing her heart, but those were the ones she took no interest in.
Just thinking back on it, it warms my heart. She is the love of my life, she is the woman I plan on marrying one day and in the moment I wouldn’t wish anything to change.
My thoughts are interrupted once I notice that she’s staring at me, hands waving from the spot she’s at. Her brows are knitted together but her features only show innocence.
Summary: Reader is Steve’s little sister and Bucky’s best friend. She temporarily moves in with Bucky when her apartment catches fire. Only problem is, she has a crush on him. Living in such close proximity with him cannot end well.
A/N: It’s been over two weeks since an update, I know, so sorry (I was on vacation and I left the tag list home like an idiot :) I have 3ish more parts planned for this one! Thanks for sticking with me!
The two of you were sat across from each other reading
through the restaurant’s menus when a tall woman walked up to the table, her
heels clicking hard against the tiled floor. You looked up from your menu and
were met with a beautiful, tall, blonde woman. Her skin was perfect and her
makeup was flawless. She briefly assessed you, frowning lightly, then turned
her attention towards Bucky, her smile stretching impossibly big. She greeted him in a high-pitched voice, “Bucky! I can’t believe it’s you!
I haven’t seen you in forever!”
My baby sister has been taking her exams lately, and stress is giving her a nightmare-scenario when it comes to acne and oil. This isn’t helped by her use of concealer to cover the pimples, which is well-known to make pimples worse once the concealer is rubbed off. This inspired me to create a potion for her to use as a way of treating her poor skin, and helping her become stronger and more confident in her appearance to reduce stress and help her do better. Here’s that potion, for those of you who might desire skin that’s smoother, softer, and more easily tamed.
This is a two-part potion! One part is a drink that you should drink morning and night for as long as necessary, and the other is a poultice that you should prepare overnight, then apply to the skin almost like a mask.
For the drink, you will need:
Dried calendula petals (2 teaspoons)
Dried olive leaves (1 teaspoon)
Dried spearmint leaves (3 teaspoons)
Dried chamomile flowers (2 teaspoons, not from thesupermarket)
Honey (1 teaspoon)
Take a medium sized, thick-bottomed saucepan, and add 500ml of boiling water to it (that’s about 17 fluid ounces). Bring the water back up to the boil, and add the dry herbs to it, then bring the water down to a simmer. Put the lid on the pot, and keep the heat on it for 5 minutes, then turn the heat off and take the pot off the heat. Keep the lid on for at least 30 minutes, then remove the herbs from the water and throw them away.
Pour the mixture equally into two mugs. This should be approximately 1 cup of brew per mug, but a little more or less doesn’t matter. If you want it a little sweeter, add some honey to the brew, but not too much because it’s still sugar!
Drink one of these mugs at breakfast, and then keep the other in the fridge. Just before bedtime, take it out and put it in the microwave to warm up a bit, then drink it just before you go to bed. You can drink it cold if you like, but trust me it’s better warm.
Drink this potion twice-daily, and over a week or two you’ll notice your skin visibly clearing up!
For the mask, you will need:
Calendula petals, fresh preferred but dried is fine (2 tsp if dried, 3 tbsp if fresh)
Dried chamomile flowers (1 tsp)
Dried olive leaves (1 tsp)
Dried gingko leaves (1 tsp) (Not essential, but very beneficial if possible)
If you can’t get yarrow, use the same quantity of thyme. It’s not as good, but it’s quite close.
Eucalyptus oil (1 tsp)
Cornstarch, a lot, as much as it takes
If using fresh ingredients:
Take the fresh ingredients, and add them to a large pestle and mortar. Put in a couple of pinches of kosher salt, and grind with the pestle until the contents are a sort of paste. Add this paste to a small bowl, and wash out the pestle and mortar. Dry thoroughly. Continue on with the recipe.
If using only dry ingredients, start from here.
Grind the dry ingredients with a pinch of salt until they’re as powdered as you can get them. A small coffee bean grinder might make this faster! Tip the result into a small bowl (with the paste if using fresh ingredients), and add in the eucalyptus oil. Mix this well, then add in two tablespoons of hot water.
Leave this to sit, covered with clingfilm or a tea-towel or something, overnight. At least 6 hours is necessary, but up to 24 is just fine. Do remember though that it’s not got any preservatives in it other than a little salt, so you might want to refrigerate the mixture if it’s quite warm in your prepping room.
From here, it’s a bit touchy-feely. Add some cornstarch, and begin to thicken the mixture up. Get it really thick, until it’s kind of the consistency of toothpaste. If you want to make it into an exfoliator as well, add some fine sand at this point and mix it in really well.
Smear this mixture over your face in the evening, over the bits that are affected by acne. Leave it on there for at least an hour - it might tingle a bit from the eucalyptus, that’s totally normal. If you like the tingling, you can add some more oil, or you can even put a TINY bit of cayenne pepper into the mix too, which is a vasodilator and will help absorption into the skin. Wash it off like any other facial scrub, and keep the remainder refrigerated until next usage.
Use it daily for a week or more, and it’ll do wonders!
So there you are my lovelies! Two skincare potions for beautiful Witches! Stay gorgeous in mind, body and soul everyone.
Woke up to see…..this Queen slaying it yesterday…..Loving 💜the outfit choices, like she can legit wear ANYTHING, her skin is flawless, hair sleek & on fleek (or whatever the cool kids say these days 😂)….just yes, yes, yes’s all around
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You sipped your drink slowly as you watched the woman across the bar. Tall, red hair, flawless skin. She was 150% his type. Following her gaze across the room, your eyes landed on the object of her stare. You didn’t blame her. Bucky Barnes was a work of art.
He was currently leaning over a pool table lining up his shot, Steve on his left and Sam on his right. Yeah, you knew these boys. They were your boys, your best friends. It had been that way since you, literally, ran into Sam on the street. Neither of you paying attention to where you were going until your face was colliding with his chest.
The two of you had hung out several times, but the lack of chemistry was undeniable. Thus you became one of the guys. You didn’t mind. You got to hang out at the compound with the fucking Avengers whenever you want and, let’s be honest, there was some serious eye candy walking around that building.
You had recently become their wing-lady, not that any of them had any issues whatsoever picking up women. You were just there to supervise. They were men after all, and where they saw beauty and a good time, you saw everything underneath. More than once you had saved Steve from overly clingy or Sam from emotionally unstable.
Tonight wasn’t even supposed to be about women. The four of you had just decided to go out for some drinks, a little pool, maybe some dinner. But then this red head had set her sights on Bucky; and he had noticed. You saw him make eye contact with her several times already, flashing that award winning smile, flexing those marble sculpted muscles whenever he took aim with his pool stick. He was working her and you both knew it was only a matter of time before he left with her on his arm.
Sliding off your bar stool, you made your way over to the woman.
“Gorgeous isn’t he?”
She looked at you with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”
Trying to be subtle, you tipped your head slightly in Bucky’s direction, “The brunette at the pool table, red Henley. I saw you watching him.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, “What’s it to you?”
You smirked and shrugged your shoulders, “Oh, honey, been there done that, don’t plan on going back.”
The redhead was suddenly very interested, “What do you mean?”
Taking a sip of your drink, you leaned on the bar beside her, “We dated a while back…”
Bucky smiled in your direction when he saw you chatting up the pretty little number he had been making eyes at. The way the two of you kept sneaking glances in his direction, he knew what you were doing and he knew he wouldn’t be leaving alone tonight.
“Hey, Steve?” Bucky swatted his friend’s arm
“Yeah, Buck? What’s up?” Steve leaned on his pool stick
“How long do you think it will take before that girl at the bar comes over here?”
Sam had come to stand beside Steve now and they were both looking in your direction.
Steve shook his head shamelessly, “No way. I’m not doing this again.”
Sam nodded in agreement, “Me neither. You always take our money, man.”
“Oh, come on.” Bucky put his hands up in surrender, “This is the last time, I promise. No more bets after this.”
Steve groaned loudly but pulled out his wallet and tossed a ten dollar bill onto the pool table, “I give it five minutes.”
Bucky looked through his own wallet before putting another ten on the table, “I say three.”
Sam took a second to study the scene at the bar before slapping a fifty dollar bill onto the table. Bucky and Steve both stared at him, mouths agape.
“I bet she doesn’t come over here at all.”
Bucky laughed out loud, “Oh, Sam, you’re hilarious.”
He pretended to wipe tears of laughter from his eyes as all three men turned to watch and wait.
A mere seconds later the redhead was pushing herself away from the bar. Bucky stood tall, puffing out his chest, and gave her a flirty smile. The redhead, however looked disgusted. She scoffed in his direction before grabbing her purse and turning away from him. His face fell as he made eye contact with you. Sam’s laughing and Steve’s ‘holy shit’ could just barely be heard by you across the bar.
You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. Bucky gave you a weak smile and motioned to the guys that he was about ready to leave. Turning in your stool, you asked the bartender for one more drink, a shit-eating grin appearing on your face.
You felt kind of bad sending that woman away. Bucky wouldn’t understand what had happened. But it was nothing compared to the pain you would have felt if you’d let the man you love leave with someone else.
Feyre knew when she looked at Rhysand and this woman,
Helena, that they had once been lovers. You could tell in the way that they
acted around each other. The familiarity in which they spoke, the way they knew
the actions of the other almost subconsciously. It was to be expected that
eventually Feyre would meet someone like this from his past. They both had
lovers before. Rhysand’s mostly nameless, and Feyre had Tamlin and Isaac. This
woman was beautiful. She was tall and elegant. She had flawless dark skin and
even darker eyes that matched her long black braids.
They had barely been together, Rhys explained thorough the
bond. Barely a decade and only when they saw each other at diplomatic events
around 400 years ago, for she was nobility from the day court, her cousin the
High Lord, who they would always sneak around because of his ever-present disapproval
which amused them endlessly.
This was to be expected. Neither Rhys nor Feyre were chaste
when they met and they would never judge each other when it came to their past
What was unexpected was this woman, Helena, Feyre reminded herself, claiming that her only child was
“Feyre, please say something,” Rhys begged his mate.
They had just left the luncheon where Helena had revealed
her most guarded secret; that her son was sired by Rhys.
Of course the first response the two daemati had was to make
sure that Helena was telling the truth, and Feyre hadn’t spoken since they both
realised that she was. Helena’s thoughts were dominated by the knowledge that
her son, if Rhys didn’t have more children, was the current heir to the Night
Court, a place he had never even been. They were dominated of memories of her
being shunned for claiming not to know who the father was and guarding that
secret with every fibre in her body.
She had known, as Rhys had known, that any child born from him
would be prey for any other court to hunt.
Rhys tried to touch his mate but she shrugged from his grasp.
“Come with me,” he asked, “come with me to meet the child-”
“Child?” She scoffed. “This child is 400 years my senior.”
“Feyre please don’t be mad-”
“I’M NOT MAD.” Her gritted teeth, clenched fists and heavy
breathing said otherwise but he refrained from mentioning it.
“Why now? Why throw this on us now when we’re finally happy?
When there’s no war, no Hybern, nothing to for us to worry about?” She cried.
“The reason is probably because of everything you just said,
Feyre. There’s no longer a threat to Prythian, my name is no longer scorned. I
was once Amarantha’s Whore and now I’m the honourable consort of Feyre
Cursebreaker. If there was ever a time to let the Courts know that I have a son…”
Rhysand trailed off. He couldn’t continue when he saw his mate breaking before
Her arms were now wrapped around herself, as if they could
protect her from this and her face gave away all the feelings that were running
through her in one expression.
“I have to go.” She whispered.
“Feyre please…” Rhys was not above begging. Begging her to
stay with him, begging her to help him.
“I have to go, Rhysand.” She said louder, and with more
conviction. Using his full name was a blow he didn’t expect, and he found
himself flinching back.
She turned to leave, to winnow or to fly he didn’t know, but
she spun back to him as if she changed her mind.
Instead of bolting away like he expected her to, she strode
to him and grabbed onto the front of shirt with one hand, the other going for
his hair. Their lips met in a brutal but passionate kiss, his arms encircling
her waist as though that was all it would take to keep her there.
When she broke away, she was still close enough that every
word she spoke caressed his face.
“I’m not mad, Rhys, but I have to go. I can’t be here when
you meet him, I can’t look in the face of the child you’ve had with another
woman and embrace it the way you want me too. I know I can with time, but right
now I don’t know how I can possibly love him, even if he’s from you.” Her voice
broke at the end of her sentence and she kissed her mate, her husband, her
equal, once more. “I will never leave you Rhys, I will always come back. But right now I can’t be here.”
And with that, she winnowed away.
Feyre was conflicted.
She wasn’t lying when she told Rhys that she wasn’t angry
with him. No, what had settled in Feyre was a deep sense of disappointment and
sadness. Not for the High Lord, but for herself.
She was disappointed in her reaction to the news. When
Helena had told her and Rhys about her son she had done it with as much respect
and dignity that one could in a situation like that, and Feyre had responded by
staring at her as if she were a fire drake in their lounge and not a high fae.
She then proceeded to not utter a single word to Helena, leaving Rhys to ask
all the questions.
How old is he? Where
was he born? What is his name? Does he know? Have you always known he was mine?
How did this happen? What does he know of the Night Court? What does he look
She had answered everything flawlessly and truthfully.
He’s 396, the Day
Court, Elijah, No, Yes, we weren’t careful enough, only what he’s heard from
others, like you.
She was telling the truth, and both Feyre and Rhys knew it.
Feyre was overwhelmed with sadness for completely selfish
Firstly, she honestly didn’t know what she was supposed to
do with this, what did she call him? She can’t call him a child, he’s four centuries
old, the words Rhys’s son make her
blanch and she would never call him a bastard.
Elijah, she settled on. She’d just call him by his given
She didn’t know how she was supposed to act around or treat
Elijah, and that thought alone made her sick. What if this caused a permanent
rift between her and Rhys? What if they turned into the kind of mates his parents
were, grateful for each other’s existence but better apart?
She was also sad for another reason.
When Rhys had children, had heirs, she always thought that
they would be with her.
“Are you ready Rhys?”
It had been three days since Feyre had left and Mor made it
her duty to stand beside Rhys in every step of this journey.
“No,” he answered honestly.
He and Mor were preparing to go to the Day Court where he
would meet his son.
Rhys was so nervous he found it hard to breathe. He couldn’t
concentrate, he couldn’t stop shaking, and he had no idea how he was going to
He voiced this to Mor who hushed him.
“You’ll be fine Rhys. This is the hardest part and once this
is over everything will be so much easier.”
“I need her, Mor.”
Mor knew he was talking about Feyre, but there was nothing
she could do in that department. Even if Mor knew where Feyre had hidden
herself away, she had no idea what she would even say to her friend to try and
convince her to come back. That was unsurprising with Feyre. Once she made a
decision it was hard to convince her of anything otherwise.
“I’m sorry, Rhys. We don’t have time to find her before we
winnow to the Day Court.”
“No time will be needed.”
Both Mor and Rhys turned at the new voice in the room, to
see Feyre standing there.
Rhys let out a whimper and ran to his mate. Feyre held out
her arms, catching him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he buried
his face in her neck and pulled her to him.
“You’re here you’re
here you’re here,”
Mor could hear him muttering it over and over again.
Feyre had decided to come when she heard her mate practically
screaming his nerves through the bond, and when she decided that no matter what
petty issues she had with this situation she needed to be here to support her
mate like he had through every one of her discretions.
His relief was palpable, and she moved away from him only
far enough so that she could kiss him. He clutched her and deepened the kiss,
and it wasn’t until Mor not-so-subtle cleared her throat to get their
“We need to go, Rhys. It’s time.” She told them.
Rhys nodded and kissed Feyre again.
“What changed your mind?” He had to know before he left.
“I realised that I was being idiotic. There is nothing that
you do that isn’t perfect to me Rhys. You are inherently good, and if this…
man, is half the fae you are then he must be pretty fucking spectacular.”
Mor came over and rested one of her hands on each of their shoulders.
“I hate to interrupt, but we really need to go.”
Rhys nodded and he and Feyre let go of each other.
“I’ll be waiting right here, take as long as you need.” She told
“I love you,”
“And I love you.”
This was it. This was the moment Rhysand was going to meet
He and Mor had winnowed to the Day Court and now waited in
an outer court yard for Helena to bring her son to meet his father. The court
yard was nice enough. Situated in the middle of a hedge maze so that this
moment could be private from the nosey courtiers, Rhys and Mor sat on quaint
concrete benches that surrounded a fountain.
“I’m still not ready.” Rhys told his cousin.
“I don’t think anyone is when they become a parent for the
“I’ve missed so much of his life already. I don’t know how I’m
going to make up for that.” He admitted.
“You’ll find a way to manage, you always do.”
Rhys and Mor heard footsteps approaching, and rose for the
entrance of Helena and her son.
As soon as they saw him…
They knew instantly. This man was not the son of the High
Lord of the Night Court.
Feyre poured the bubbly water down the back of her mate.
It had now been four days since Rhys’s disastrous encounter
with Helena and her child, and Feyre was doing everything in her power to make
her mate relax.
He had been so high strung since he, with the help of Mor,
had to explain that no, Elijah was not his son, and yes, he was sure.
As soon as they could scent him they knew it was another man
that had sired him. Any resemblance to Rhys came from the slight resemblance
that anyone who came from the same place had. The same kind of resemblance he
shared with Azriel or Cassian.
In the defence of Helena, she really did believe that it was
Rhys who fathered her child, but now both she and Rhys had to face the fact
that she had been with someone else, and that someone else was the actual
“It was only once,”
She had cried.
Rhys felt terrible for her. He couldn’t even begin to fathom
having a belief so fundamental to who you are changed in a matter of minutes.
“Stop thinking about it, Rhys.” Feyre said as she put soap
into Rhys’s hair to wash it.
Bathing with her mate had always been a sure fire way to get
him to calm down and stop being so tense, and it was one of the last things
that Feyre could think to do.
She had tried doting on him, pleasuring him, painting for
him, making jokes, but nothing that usually worked to stop him brooding was
doing the trick.
She knew that he felt guilty despite the fact that he had
done nothing wrong.
“I can’t,” He finally chocked out.
He ducked his head under the water, rinsing the soap from
his hair. When he came up, he turned to face Feyre, resting their foreheads
together. Her fingers gently stroked down his face, wiping away the water from
his hair but also comforting him.
“I feel terrible for them.”
“There’s no need to,” Feyre replied.
“I kept telling Mor I wasn’t ready, but I would’ve been. If
it actually happened, if I actually had a child, I would try as hard as I could
to be the best father possible.”
“You don’t need to convince me, Rhys. I already know.”
Feyre brushed a kiss to his forehead.
“I feel guilty for being relieved that he isn’t mine.” Rhys
“Don’t do that to yourself Rhys. Just use this whole experience
to know that when you do have a child then you’ll be the best father possible.”
He hummed in acknowledgment.
“There is no one else I would want as the father to my
At that, Rhys smiled at his wife, knowing that her words
“You are mine,” she continued, “and I am yours. And one day
we’ll have a whole herd of children to call our own,” Rhys laughed at her words
and drew her into an embrace. “But for now, let’s enjoy it being just the two
of us, okay?”
Brian had done it. He had finally done it. He was Lexi Mason’s boyfriend! The hottest girl in the grade was his, and they had a date tonight. School felt like an eternity, all he thought about was his date. The second the bell rung, he flew out of his chair and packed his bag. It didn’t take him long to find Lexi, and they were walking away from school in no time.
His date was at Lexi’s place. She lived with her Aunt. She always talked about how great her Aunt was, so Brian was anxious to meet her. Lexi walked next to him on the sidewalk, her flawless tan skin glistening in the sun, and her tight shorts making it hard for Brian to conceal his excitement. He wondered how far they could go on the first date. Lexi was famous for going far, he just hoped he wasn’t an exception.
“You’re going to love my Aunt.” Lexi said for the millionth time today. “All the boys do.”
It made Brian a little uncomfortable to hear Lexi talk about “all the boys” because it reminded him of just how many people she has been with. However, she must have one hell of an Aunt if she’s brought up how amazing her Aunt is this often. Brian didn’t think about it too much; he was caught up in the curvature of Lexi’s shorts.
“So what do you want to do once we get there?” Brian asked. She had been so vague about their date and he was dying to know what would happen.
“I don’t know, I guess we’ll play it by ear.” Lexi responded, chuckling.
Brian knew exactly what that meant! He was getting laid!
(Technically, he wasn’t wrong.)
It was a hot day, so Brian bought him and Lexi Popsicles. She gobbled hers down surprisingly quickly, but he remained diligent and took his time with his. It was his favorite flavor, pineapple.
It seemed like forever, but they had finally arrived at Lexi’s house. It was an old, Mediterranean style home that was massive. Moss and ivy grew up the pale stone walls. Brian was thoroughly impressed by the house. Whatever Lexi’s Aunt did for a living, she sure made a lot of money. They walked up a brick pathway to the front door. Lexi knocked three times, and a voice from behind the door shouted, “Coming!!”
It must’ve been Lexi’s Aunt. Brian waited impatiently as the click clack of high heels got louder and the lock turned. The door swung open, and Brian’s jaw dropped. Lexi’s Aunt stood in the doorway, butt naked. She had a robe around her arms, but it didn’t conceal anything. Her breasts were enormous, and her nipples were round, plump, and gorgeous. What surprised Brian the most, however, was the fact that she had a penis. A penis! He would never have guessed it in a million years!
She brushed her black hair out of her face and took a bite of the pizza she had in her hand.
“Mmm, hey Juices. Home already? And brought a boyfriend back with you too? He looks very cute…”
The look Lexi’s Aunt gave Brian froze him. It was like she was dissecting him, and at the same time, worshiping him. Also, he thought, what kind of weird nickname is Juices?
“Hehehe! Hi Aunt Stacey! Looking yummy as always!” Lexi giggled.
Yummy is an odd word to describe someone, Brian pondered. Especially when they are a naked woman with a penis.
“Hehe, this is my friend, he’s coming to stop over.”
Brian smiled and awkward, forced smile. He was still in complete shock.
“Sure thing.” Aunt Stacey responded. “Feel free to help yourself to the kitchen, Hun.” She took a bite of pizza, turned around, and walked inside. Lexi and Brian followed.
“So,” Aunt Stacey said between bites of pizza. “You two can go downstairs after you have what you want to eat. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Ok!” Lexi replied. “Im not very hungry right now. Are you, Brian?”
Brian shook his head.
“Ok then.” Aunt Stacey said. “It’s probably better that you save your appetite any ways.”
Brian really hoped that she was talking about dinner.
Lexi led Brian into her basement. She had a huge couch that sat across from a flat screen TV. “You can throw that Popsicle stick out if you want.” She told him. “The trashcan is over there.” She pointed to a door beside the staircase. Brian opened the door. The room was pitch black. He felt around for a light switch. His hand came across one and he flicked it. The room lit up, and once again, Brian’s jaw dropped. On the walls were hundreds (that’s right, HUNDREDS) of pictures. Each one of them were a selfie of Aunt Stacey naked, Lexi naked, and some boy naked. In every photo, the boy was covered in semen. Brian even recognized some of the boys in the photos. This was crazy!
Brain’s instinct told him to get the hell out of there, but for some reason he stayed. He knew it was insane, but he really liked Lexi, and Aunt Stacey was gorgeous. He looked at all the photos of the boys, and every last one of them were smiling. He didn’t want to leave and regret it. He spiked his Popsicle stick in the trash, and left the room.
When he came back into the room with the couch, Lexi was snuggled up on Aunt Stacey, both of them naked. They were facing the other way, so Brian cleared his throat to get their attention. They turned around, and both grinned. “Hey there cutie-pie!” Aunt Stacey announced. “How’s that appetite?”
Brian paused. “Famished.” He finally said, his voice wavering.
“You don’t sound to confident in your answer.” She said. “Come over here.”
Brian walked around to the other side of the couch. Two things caught his eye.
The first was the beauty of Lexi. He’d never seen her naked, but it sure didn’t disappoint. She had small perky tits with nipples that popped out of each breast. Her ass was immaculate, not a single mark on it. He could see her small pussy from between her thighs.
The second thing that caught his eye was that Lexi was sucking on Aunt Stacey’s nipple like it was a drug. Lexi’s eyes were closed and her face made that “have mercy” kind of look.
“Sit down on the other side of me and copy Lexi. Trust me, Hun, you won’t regret it.”
Brian started to walk around to the other side of her.
“Oh, and you can lose the clothes.”
Brian stood still for a second. Was he really about to do this? He started to take his belt off. This was it.
Brian pulled down his pants, revealing his stiff penis.
“Would you look at that!” Aunt Stacey said. “That right there is a nice one.”
Brian wondered how she could say that when it paled in comparison to the monster she had in between her legs. He threw his shirt on the floor and lay down next to her. He hesitated for a moment, blushing, and then moved in and began to suck on her enormous tit. Intoxicatingly sweet milk filled his mouth. He closed his eyes like Lexi and reveled in the delicious drink. He couldn’t get enough of the stuff. He started to suck even harder.
“Well aren’t you enthusiastic!” Aunt Stacey blurted. Brian felt her hand grasp his behind and squeeze. “You are a great find, Lexi did a fantastic job.”
Brian didn’t care that she talked to him like he was an object. He liked it. It made his cock furious, and persuaded him to suck the white nectar even more vigorously.
“Alright you two.” Aunt Stacey interrupted. “I can’t help it anymore. Get on your knees and get to work.”
Brian didn’t want to stop sucking. He could do it forever. But he opened his eyes and saw Lexi get on the floor and he followed.
Aunt Stacey spread her legs. Her cock was only half-hard, but that didn’t stop it for being the size of Brian’s head. He was nervous.
“This is your first time, right Brian?” Lexi asked.
“Yeah.” Brian murmured, his eyes still locked on the veiny beast before him.
“Ok then, I’ll show you the ropes.” She reached out and grabbed the base of Aunt Stacey’s cock with both hands. “Start off small and work your way up. First, lick all around. Just the tongue. Get it nice and wet.” She stuck her tongue out and licked from the tip of the penis all the way to the base. “Cmon, Brian. This thing is big enough to share, hehe!”
He leaned in and, along with Lexi, licked all around the dick. He covered it in his spit. He rubbed his lips up it and kissed the tip.
“Look at that, Lexi.” Aunt Stacey noted. “The kid’s a natural.”
Brian looked up at Aunt Stacey, met her eyes, and kissed the tip of her cock once more.
“Ok now we can put it in our mouths.” Lexi instructed. “Just the head at first, and then later we can get bigger.”
She put her mouth over the head of the cock , and pulled her head back quickly, making a popping sound. She backed away, and let Brian do the same. He opened wide, swallowed the head, and pulled pack fast, making the same popping noise as Lexi. He did this twice more before Lexi took over again.
This time, she took it even deeper, going about halfway down. She slowly pulled back this time, closing her lips tightly on the way up and leaving a line of saliva from her mouth to the head.
Brain then opened his mouth and started to fill it with Aunt Stacey’s cock. He swallowed the head, then went further, and then even further to get as far down as Lexi. He gagged on it for a second, and then regained his composure and pulled back like Lexi did.
“Goooood boy.” Encouraged Aunt Stacey as he did this.
Lexi immediately put the cock in her mouth once it was out of Brian’s. She went halfway once more, but then kept going. Her eyes shut tightly as she forced her lips down all the way to the base of the behemoth. Brian was in disbelief. How was that even possible? She then pulled back slowly once again, and stopped at the head which she licked and slobbered on for a bit. She then pulled all the way back.
It was Brian’s turn.
He put the tip in his mouth, and pushed his neck down to get halfway. This time, he didn’t gag. He kept going, but suddenly found that he couldn’t go any further. He was still about 4 inches from the base.
He felt Lexi’s hand on the back of his head. She started to push him further down the shaft. It was painful, but he loved it. He could feel the flesh filling his throat and her cock growing inside of him.
“Just a bit further, baby. You can do it.”
Lexi’s hand pushed harder, and his nose finally touched the perfectly trimmed hair above her crotch. He held his head there for a few seconds, then dragged his lips up the shaft as sluggishly as he could. He removed his mouth from her dick and took a huge breath of air. He loved the feeling of the penis in his throat. He loved the way he choked and gagged on it.
“Great job, baby.” Aunt Stacey caressed his head.
“Isn’t he great, Aunty?” Lexi asked.
“He’s amazing, sweetie. Best one yet.” Aunt Stacey put her hand around her dick and stroked it a couple times. “Alright guys, I’m as hard as I’m ever gonna get. Lexi, how about you take a seat first?”
Lexi smiled and stood up. Brain watched as she climbed up on the couch over Aunt Stacey’s dick. She squatted down, and the tip of Aunty’s cock went into Lexi’s small pussy. She comminuted to lower herself slowly, moaning and quivering as the giant shaft penetrated her tiny body.
“Brain, how about you sit up hear and watch. I’ll let you suck on me some more.” Brain gladly jumped up onto the couch and buried his face in Aunt Stacey’s voluptuous rack. He drank and watched as Lexi went up and down, up and down, up and down. Her small tits bounced around and she screamed as the cock punished her. Brian could see the bevel in her stomach appear and disappear as the cock went in and out. Aunt Stacey reached down and grabbed Brian’s dick, and began to stroke it. He was in paradise as he sucked Aunty’s addictive milk, watched Lexi bounce on a cock, and got a handjob. Lexi started to go faster and faster, as well as moan louder and louder.
“Come on now!” Aunt Stacey yelled. “Show him why I call you juices!”
Lexi screamed as she got plowed by the monster, and suddenly stood up to the cock was no longer in her, and spewed clear liquid out of her vagina. She shook and rubbed her clit while squirting all over Brian and Aunt Stacey. “Good girl, Lexi!” Aunty cheered over Lexi’s moans. Lexi unleashed her fluids everywhere, coating the couch. She finally stopped, and leaned in to Aunt Stacey, who locked lips with her. They made out intensely, kissing from the neck to the nose. Aunt Stacey continued to stroke Brian’s penis as he fixated on their show.
Lexi pulled away and sat next to Aunty on the opposite side Brian was on. “Ok Brian.” Lexi urged. “Your turn!”
Brain got up and looked at Aunt Stacey.
“Don’t worry, baby. You got this.”
He stood above her immense penis, and squatted. The tip slowly penetrated his asshole. It hurt him like hell. He persevered anyway. Her cock buried deeper into his ass as he slid down, and it began to hurt more. It stretched out his insides, feeling like it was about to rip him in half. However, the feeling of it inside of him drove him crazy. The way it opened him up, and barreled through his insides. He finally hit the bottom. Her cock felt like it was in his throat. He started to rise, watching Aunty’s face smile at him.
“You’re doing great baby.”
He got to the very tip, and sank down once more. This time it hurt less and felt much better. The cock inside of him pushed its way deep into his gut. He let out a moan as it hit the bottom. He rose up again and fell down, and then up, and then down. Just like Lexi. He started to go faster and faster. He was addicted to Aunt Stacey’s cock. He adored the way it disciplined him. How it smashed into his ass over and over. He was flying up and down her dick now, letting it plow him again and again. He could feel his own penis start to swell. He bit his lip as he went even faster, her immense, murderous cock plunging in and out of his innocent ass. Over and over and over and over. Faster and faster and faster and faster. His started to shake.
“I’m about to cum, baby!” Aunt yelled.
“S-so am.. So a-am I!” He moaned. He was barely able to get the words out of his mouth.
“Ready baby?” Aunty asked. “Three, two, one!”
Cum shot out of Brian’s penis onto Aunt Stacey’s face as he sat down with all his force, feeling her hot seed rocket up his ass. It filled him up and kept coming, endless amounts of semen inside of him. Brian stood up off the cock, and let Aunty shoot all over his body, drenching him in thick white cum. He opened his mouth and drank it, adoring the bitter flavor. Her cum went everywhere. Lexi came in and drank some of it with Brian. They kissed as Aunty still hurled her cream at them.
Finally, Aunt Stacey was finished. All three of them were covered in sticky white cum.
“Come over here you two.” Aunt Stacey patted her thighs. “Have a seat.”
The two of them sat on Aunty’s thighs and squeezed their heads in between her semen-soaked breasts. Aunty reached under the couch cushion and manifested a camera. She held it out, facing the three of them and snapped a photo. One more for the wall.