#I HAD TOO MUCH GAY...........I NEEDED TO CALM DOWN.......................

[fattystoriez]

Preston’s 18th Birthday

Content Warning: Incest, Homophobic Slurs, Weight Gain

Preston was a normal teenage boy, except for the fact that he was adopted by a gay couple when he was born. His mother didn’t want him and he learned that some time after he was born, she died. He knew nothing about his biological father, but he never stopped looking, his dads didn’t even know who his father was. His dads were great, but Preston never stopped wondering what life would be like had he been raised by his biological father.

A couple months ago, Preston’s biological father reached out through Facebook. His profile had no pictures and seemed to be new, but he had the DNA test from when he was born to prove his relation. His name is Travis, he’s in his mid 40’s and he is a construction worker. Despite not knowing what his dad looks like, Preston started to talk with his dad more and more. His two dads suggested that he meet his father for his 18th birthday before the party, Preston thought this was a great idea and so did his dad. So they had made plans to meet, he would chat and have lunch and come back to his house for his party.

Preston’s Birthday

Preston woke up to a massive aching boner, one that was begging to be released. “Oh GOD!” He moaned loudly as he grabbed the hard on, his underwear soaked in precum. “Fuck I don’t have time to take care of this” Preston thought, “I’ll just take a shower and maybe it’ll chill out.”Preston’s cock calmed down after he took cold shower, but he could help but notice that he was still very horny. He threw on a t-shirt, a pair of briefs and some gym shorts. Preston checked his phone, it was 11:30am already, he needed to hurry or he’d be late for lunch with his dad. He went downstairs saying bye to his dads, got into his car and headed towards Travis’s place, his cock slowly leaking precum the whole way there.

Preston noticed as he was getting closer that his dad lived in a trailer park, which was fitting given he is a construction worker. He didn’t realize how nice he had it with his dads, living in a suburban home with a nice new car and electronics. Travis would barely be able to afford rent let alone all of Preston’s nice commodities. Preston knocked on the door, he heard heavy footsteps walk towards the door and it swung open to reveal Travis.

Travis was HUGE! His tight orange shirt couldn’t even cover his massive belly, and his underwear… or are they shorts??? They looked tight on his waist. His face was covered by a bushy beard, hair that the top of his head lacked. He still has some hair around the sides of his head, which only added to his grotesque appearance. “Preston!” The massive bear of a man said with a thick southern accent, he squeezed Preston in a tight hug, the contact making his cock leak some pre cum. “I’m so glad you’re finally here, I’ve been waiting to watch- I mean… see you all day!”

Travis showed Preston into the trailer, it was dingy and grimy, Travis clearly doesn’t know how to pick up after himself. Preston could tell he also didn’t smell the best, having a very distinct and vile musk that emanated from him “I’ve been excited too…” Preston noticed the massive amount of food that was over in the kitchen area. “Is that… for lunch today?” Preston was confused, there was no way two people could eat that much, even if Travis was a massive hog.

“Of course it for lunch big guy! You’re 18!” Travis said that as if Preston should know what that means, it was then that Preston felt his stomach gurgle in hunger. “But let’s start with your birthday cake, I made it special myself.” Travis walked Preston to the dining table and pulled out the most delicious cake Preston has ever seen.

“Oh you really didn’t have to do this much, there’s no way I’m eating all of this.” Preston said as he sat down, Travis cutting him a slice of cake. “Oh it chocolate, that’s actually my favorite.” Preston took a bite of the cake and it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life, it even made his cock stand back up. “Oh god… this is good!”

“I thought you might like it, made it with my own secret recipe.” Travis went behind Preston, massaging his shoulders as his son starts to pig out on the rest of the cake. “It’s a tradition for men in our family to eat like this on their 18th birthday, son.” Preston couldn’t stop himself from eating more of the cake, he couldn’t process what was going on. “When men in our family hit adulthood, we grow quickly into slobbish pigs.”

Preston was having a hard time processing the information, he couldn’t stop eating the cake long enough to worry about what was happening to him. “Oh god… daddy what’s happening to me?” Preston’s voice started to have a light souther accent that could barely be heard through the chewing.

Preston’s body started to plump up quickly, his abs from his years in track were fading away. “You can’t stop the change, son.” Travis started to feed Preston once the cake was gone, “Your faggot daddies couldn’t have prepared you for this son, they wouldn’t know what to do with a pig like you.” Preston’s head was spinning, his body getting fatter and fatter as his body gives in to his DNA.

Preston’s once smooth chest has pumped into two soft moobs that jiggled with every bite, his jawline started to fade as the fat started to accumulate. Preston was in a blissfully perverted shock as his whole life was being ruined by this pig of a man, his cock rock hard was leaking like a faucet, soaking his underwear. “Daddy… I’m getting so fat…” Preston moaned in between foods, “w-why do I sound like this daddy… w-“

“Shhhhhh” Travis shushed Preston as he shoved a greasy slice of pizza into his mouth. “You’re becoming just like your daddy, and your daddies daddy, as so on. You come from a long line of perverted hogs.” Travis gripped Preston’s cock with his other hand, “my daddy helped me out exactly like this, fattened me up real good.” Travis pumped Preston’s leaking cock as he told him how much of a pig he was going to become. “You’re gonna love it boy, you’ll be able to turn other men into fat hogs just like us. It one of our many talents, one that I can’t wait for you to use.” Preston was in a fattening bliss, listening to the hypnotic words coming out of his daddies mouth as he played with his own fattening body.

“Oh daddy… daddy I’m gonna-“ Preston released, soaking his underwear and his dad’s hand, this act of finishing sealed Preston’s already inevitable fate. “Oh god daddy, look what you’ve done to me…”

Preston’s belly was as big as his daddies, he couldn’t stop jiggling the soft flesh that had taken over his body. “I didn’t do nothin’ boy, this was your natural calling.” Travis took a doughnut, wiped Preston’s cum into it and fed it to his son.

After Preston was done chewing his specially glazed doughnut he wondered who he could make into a fat piggy himself, the he thought of his faggoty dads. “Let’s go visit my dads, daddy!”

“Of course boy, those faggots are gonna piss their pants when they see how big you’ve grown.” Travis helped Preston up and walked his half-naked fat ass to Travis’s pickup truck, the two whales could barely fit in it together. “We’ve got a party to get to, boy.”

Part 2?

[starlockheart]

Never lose me

kk Arnold x reader

summary: You and kk are teammates who are dating on the low. You both are going to the WNBA draft together, and after you accidentally make a TikTok and post it online for y’all fan base to see.

A/N: i havent wrote something in so long and i will get to work on that hazel fanfic i just been ….. busy with smtg 😅

april 11

You and the team had just won the natty and it's just been an amazing time. Especially since you had won it with your girlfriend kk, but only the team and some mutual family knew about it since u wanted to keep it casual.

You and kk are now on live before the draft since it was in two days. The livechat was roaring with excitement as everyone was happy about the win and the draft coming up since everyone knew about Pagie being the #1 pick.

“When is yall gonna make them tiktoks 😒”

“oml they such a cute couple”

“i'm wlw and love them together but we need to leave these girls alone!”

“are yall going to the draft?”

kk had read all the comments, they were funny, to say the least. “Yes girly pops we are going to the draft and we know yall can't wait to see our outfits.” kk was very giddy which didn't leave the fans eyes. 

lanihopps: “why is kk so giddy?”

mayra🦋: @lanihopps “because she got that good pussy from Y/n after the win.”

The comment got taken down very fast but everyone in chat definitely show it, including you and kk. You look to your left and saw kk holding back a laugh as you both made eye contact you both burst out laughing.

The whole chat was eating this up as the commets were going by so fast to the point where you guys couldn’t even comprehend what was being said. So you ended the live not even trying to deny the comments shipping yall.

It was now later and the clip had blow up on tiktok which isn’t a shock so as anyone would do when anyone is waiting for them to address the comments and shipping, yall stay silent. But who doesn’t stay silent is the team gc.

payless page: “did yall see the live these two dumbasses had.”

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nonchalant alpha sarah: “just dumbass doing dumb shit.”

influencer era morg: “HELP??? did nobody notice what the comment sais?”

thirst trap aubrey: “i think thats the whole reason for the video morg…”

kk read the groupchat as your head laid softly on her lap. She knew that you both mutually agreed to keep the relationship on the low since the media was very batcrazy about the relationships at Uconn. But sometimes she wanted to show you off to the world.

You had woke up as you looked up at kk staring at you which was romantic but in this case she was looking a little out of it. “baby whats wrong, you’re staring at me like i killed ur dog.”

“i just wanna post you without having to stress about if the post sends the wrong message.” kk had started stroking your hair looking at you with the most authentic expression.

You wanted to say something but no words would come out or maybe the right ones wont come out. So you stayed silent which kk took as an answer. She took your hands out of your hair and stood up walking away from the bed, or you. The emptyness filling you as you got up to follow her.

“kk come back.” Was all that could leave your mouth not wanting to say something too much or too little. You followed kk to the bathroom as she laid on the sink hiding her head.

crazy to think that something that started as a funny life led to something so serious. Kk turned her head to the side you were as she just stared for a good minute. “Do you not want to post me publicly because you're scared of being known as gay?”

The question had thrown you off guard, but you knew you had to answer the question so you contemplated what to say so you said the right thing. “Kk I'm never concerned about being known as gay, I just believe it's the right time for things to happen.”

You stepped behind her pulling her into a backward hug. This calmed her nerves a little as she melted into the hug. “Trust I would love to post you but it's just not the time.” You said as you started to wrap your hands around her waist.

April 14

It was now the day of the draft and you and Kk were in the car taking pictures, and feeling yourselves in your outfits. As you scrolled on tiktok after posting a photo of you and Kk on your instagram story you heard the “never wanna lose me audio.”

“He dont never wanna lose me.”

“He dont never wanna —wait .”

“Pussy so good make him do what i say”

The Tiktok was a girl hard launching her and her man's relationship which was cute and an amazing song so you saved the audio in your favorites.

As you scrolled on a couple of more tiktoks and made a singular one with kk you finally made it to the draft. As you and kk left the car the photographer and interviewers were eating it up. Everyone knew you guys were going together even if they were convinced it was two friends.

The draft itself was amazing with the photographers, some interviewers, pagie being the number one draft, kaitlyn being unknowingly drafted, and aubrey getting drafted. It was truly a night of success and drinks, a lot of drinks.

As you and kk left the afterparty from the draft you and kk wouldn't stop giggling as your driver drove home. “Kk let’s make this tiktok I I saw.” This lead to “Never lose me” by flo milli to start playing as you started lip syncing the lyrics as kk smiled drunkenly in the back.

“She dont never wanna lose me.”

“She dont never wanna —wait .”

“Pussy so good make her do what i say”

At the last lyric, you focus the camera on Kk’s face as she stumbled the last words out trying to hear the phone. “Make her do what I say” As the TikTok ended kk looked over at you as you looked at it smiling without knowing what you were about to accidentally do.

“Are you… posting that?” kk voice snapped you out of your glaze. “uh no just wanted to uh capture the moment.” You smiled as kk noticed how perfected you looked under the new york city lighting as the windows were down blowing your hair all over your face making you look majestic.

kk pulled you into a kiss as your hand accidentally pressed post instead of draft. Your phone was dropped on the car phone as kk pulled you onto her lap. Your dress rolling up as kk’s hands were gripping onto your ass, your legs straddling kk’s lap.

The intimate moment getting heated before kk’s phone in her bra blowing up. You broke the kiss looking at kk before she nodded and you took her phone entering her password and look at her Groupchat.

“Are you two hard launching🥹🙌🏾”

“wtf are you guys drunk🤨”

“Yall finna lose ALL them interships😭”

You were confused as your eyebrow raised kk looked at you with an expression that had “What was going on” written all over it. “Your friends are talking about a video we posted, we didn't post anything..”

As you opened TikTok you saw the video you accidentally posted with 80k likes and 8k comments in only ten minutes. Your eyes widened as you put kk’s phone down and grabbed yours. “Bae, tell me what happened?” You tried to reply but you were to stressed trying to take the video down as your notifications were blowing up.

“i p-posted the video, im sorry i just always talk about when would should hard launch but i just posted that a-.” kk cut you off with a kiss, a warm and gentle lip to lip connection that brought your frown to a smile.

“its fine just take down the video of us drunk, and we will announce it tomorrow.” kk voice sounding comforting as it made u smile. You toke down the video as you laid on her lap while the city nightlife was all around.

guess kk could never wanna lose you.

A/n: soo this was shorter and worse then i intended for so sorry if its bad!! and this was something to start off, also kk is 19 and u have to be 21 to drink so… i believe it was underage drinking… whoops..

[alchemistc]

Robbie slaps a glossy looking flyer on the table. Palm down, eyes narrowed, pretending like hell the slap of her hand against the wood grain didn't sting as she squares up, all four-feet-three-inches of her, like she's preparing for battle.

Tommy's slumped in his chair and still half a head taller than her.

He doesn't quite cower, at her glare, but at thirteen she's just about ready to explode at any given moment.

They don't talk about the time he sat on the floor with the bathroom door at his back and read the instructions for inserting a tampon in the calm, cool tones of a man so far out of his depth he might as well have turned into pressurized meat juice mist while Robbie had a panic attack just inside.

They don't talk about the massive argument they'd had in the middle of TJ's the first time Robbie back talked Evan with all the angst of a girl about to experience the pimpliest, testosterone fueled ragiest few years of her life. (Evan had gotten a kick out of it and Tommy had spent a week listening to his deep dives into the Beauty Of Puberty with the skepticism of an only child who never shared a bathroom).

Robbie rolls her jaw. Grabs the flyer and shakes it in Tommy's face. It's a riot of color, and Tommy has to squint to make out the words. Fuck, he does need those reading glasses.

"Why is the paper making you look homicidal?"

"We never go to Pride, dad!"

Ah.

Well.

That.

Tommy slumps further in his seat, which puts Robbie at eye level, and boy howdy is she gonna make his life a living hell until the hormones settle in...a decade or so. The glare is all Evan, emotions unchecked and just out there for the world to see. He's so fucking grateful neither of his kids took to his 'repress until you pancake yourself' way of handling a single emotion.

Tommy never bought into the rainbow crap, couldn't ever push himself into participating in a world he'd denied himself so long. Nothing against it, himself, just - a line he kept somewhere off behind and to the left where he couldn't look it in the eye.

And Evan...

Well. Being an 'ally' switched to throwing up the Bi Flag in his Instagram profile and he never really shifted any further than that.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Tommy asks, because last week she'd spent an hour in the yard yanking weeds with the ferociousness of a terrier with a nest of rats over some kid in her class named Michael and to this point hasn't shown that her interests stray farther than that. Fuck. Has he missed something?

"Uh, yeah, that my gay dads are quiet homophobes who won't take their kids to a fuckin' parade."

Oh well that's a lot of different things to put in check, right there.

It's his own damn fault for laughing hysterically every time their toddler dropped an F bomb.

It's his own damn fault for blowing off the drag queens with petitions outside the library a month ago.

"Your father is a Kinsey two-and-a-half on a good day, and don't say fuck."

"Internalized homophobia is still homophobia, dad." She rolls her tongue over her teeth. Sends him a challenging look. "Fuck." She pronounces it like it has seven syllables.

"If you're gonna challenge me you better be able to use it in a sentence properly."

"I want to fucking go to fucking Pride with my fucked up not straight dads but they're both fucking repressed fucking losers."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Tommy jokes, and the flyer crumples in his daughters fist. And - yep, there's the shriek.

Evan's gonna be pissed that he isn't curbing the language a little more.

Which he absolutely will do. Later. Once Robbie isn't a good leap away from the knife block.

His kids aren't violent people, by nature. Robbie has a mean left hook and an eye for taking people out at the ankles he encouraged far too much before she hit ten. Danny cradles spiders in the cup of his hands on the way out the door while giving Tommy a wide-eyed and judgemental berth.

Robbie crumples up the flyer a little more. Stares at him like she's wishing there was enough weight to it to cause damage to his thick fucking skull if she were to throw it.

She blinks, and those are - yep, those are tears.

"Sweetheart," Tommy starts, and Robbie launches herself forward, embraces Tommy just in time for some sobs to really kick in, nonsensical phrases leaking out of her as she cries, and cries, and cries.

He's good at this part. The part where they can't see his face, where he can cradle them to him and rub their back and murmur nonsense back while they do a better job feeling, and then regulating their emotions than he had until his late thirties.

"Ms. Frankie said she'd take me but I don't wanna go with Ms. Frankie," he gets, as another wave breaks, and he has to shift his weight against the onslaught of two sharp ass knees heading straight for his belly. "Ms. Frankie has a crush on Dad and I hate her."

Ms. Frankie absolutely has the hots for Evan. Ms. Frankie's son is a bully who thinks he's better than everyone else by virtue of accepting and picking on everyone equal-opportunity style.

Ms. Frankie is definitely not taking his kid to her first Pride.

Shit.

God damnit.

The tears dry up, eventually.

Tommy tries not to think about the fact that he's not gonna be allowed to comfort his pre-teen like this for much longer. Tries not to think about the fact that she's gonna stop asking for it, soon enough, and he'll have to make do with words from the other side of a slammed door.

"I'm not wearing rainbow anything," he says, like he's surrendering a crucial air base, and Robbie leans back with narrowed eyes.

"I have that face paint Jee gave me for Christmas."

"You get one cheek to work with," he negotiates, even though he's well aware he's gonna leave the house with more color than he's worn in twenty-five years.

"Dad let me do his whole face for New Years," she wheedles.

"Dad has better coloring than I do. Those jewel tones make his eyes pop. And Dad doesn't have to know how many times you dropped an F-bomb on me ten minutes ago."

He's fucking up his kids. Teaching an almost teenager how to properly blackmail someone is just one of many ways he's doing it while he digs his own grave.

At least they're not fucking scared of him.

"Two cheeks, and we post a picture on Dad's Insta because Ms. Frankie stalks him there and she'll be so jealous."

"You're diabolical," Tommy tells her, and her wet, snotty, lopsided grin makes something in his heart swoop. She's all Evan, and he loves her so fucking much he stopped trying to figure out where to put it the first time she latched a tiny little hand around his pointer finger and burst into the exhausted tears of something new to this world. "If you ever teach Danny how to manipulate someone like this I'm gonna start reporting you for war crimes."

"Danny's too nice, it would hurt his feelings to even think about it."

Yeah. Not sure where the fuck he got that from.

"You watch out for him, don't you?"

He's aware there's a dynamic at play here that he shouldn't overly encourage. Doesn't want her feeling like she's gotta parent her younger brother, it's just -

"He doesn't need it. Sometimes when he says nice things to people I think he destroys their whole world for a few days."

Tommy takes her out for ice cream and broaches the subject of the parade before Evan realizes Tommy's spoiled her dinner.

Danny's eyes go bright and gleaming and he sends a look at his sister that Tommy is absolutely certain he should be worried about, because they've clearly been plotting and scheming for days.

When June sixth rolls around Danny wakes up early, pounces on the bed, and hands Tommy the ugliest fucking shirt Tommy's ever seen, bright and lurid and awful, and Robbie doesn't even have the decency to hide her smug look when she stumbles blearily into the kitchen, following the smell of scrambled eggs Tommy spends an extra ten minutes dyeing with the organic shit Evan brought home last week.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Video

“Shoot, I don’t know about this. Something about watching this feels weird.”

My bro just kept holding my face, “You said you wanted to be one of the bros dude. Just keep watching, this video will tell you everything you need to know”

“Yeah, you said that, but this is just static and nonsense, and something about it has me on edge. Just let me get out of here.”

“But don’t it speak to you? Isn’t there something you want to let out jock boy.”

“I…no, no I… I can’t… stop, what’s happening?”

“Jock boy is about to learn what being a bro is all about. Jock boy wants to listen carefully to his bro and watch the video.”

“No no no… but, it… it sounds so… calm…”

“Yeah jock boy, just like a mind vacation. Just let it happen. Good jock boy.”

“Must… listen… to… bruuuuhhh.”

Sometimes it takes a little convincing, but eventually they all fall. Their eyes grow wide before their muscles go limp and mouths drop open. It usually only takes a little bit for them to process. But when they finally do come too, it’s like a whole different world in there. The first one I did by accident. Found the weird file and sent it to my roommate as a joke. It wasn’t until I got back from class that I saw just how much power I now had.

Gone was the theater kid, in his place was a souped up bro ready to knock back some cold ones, and get sweaty in the gym. It was a surprise when he began rubbing my thigh in the sauna, and pulled me in for a kiss. I melted in his arms as he positioned me on the bench and began stretching me out. I was so relaxed he slid in with no lube, fucking me raw and hard as his tongue kept my mouth distracted from moaning. Thought I just got lucky there, happened to get a gay guy. But I quickly learned for him now, “any hole’s a goal.” And it was confirmed when I tried it with a second guy:

Good old Southern boy, and as straight as they came. Thought he was hot shit in class. Sent him the file when we were on a group project together. By the next day when he came in, he couldn’t add two numbers together with a calculator. He was still smug as hell but in bed, let’s just say he earned it. He was about as thick as an ear of corn, and he knew how to plow a field and spread his seed.

I had tried a couple others since then. A scholarship rival here. A group mate there. A couple disappointing dates that ended up really turning the night around. But my friend had finally gotten curious and started asking some questions. I didn’t need someone to question what was happening. I needed a lifting buddy. This was my first time trying to edit the file to get some different results.

“Hey, bro? What happened last night? I feel hung over as fuck..”

Holy shit he was massive. “Nothing too much bro. You just got fucking shit faced.”

“Huhuhu, yeah,” he gawfed, “sounds right.

It was time to try the trigger and see how much the changes worked, “Hey, jock boy, tell me your name.”

His laughter stopped as his eyes glossed over, “My name is Jack, but my friends just call me Jacked.”

“What do you want more than anything, jock boy?”

“To serve my bros,” he replied.

“Will you do anything for them?”

His mind flickered for a moment. I saw a look of confusion pass over him. He looked down, “Hey, what… WHAT HAPPENED? What did you do-“

I walked up and held his face“JOCK BOY, STOP.”

He tried to fight it, his mind pulling him back to the abyss. But as I watched his body slowly relax, I knew I had won even before he said, “Ye-yeah. Sure thing bro.”

“Jock Boy, will you do anything for your bros?”

His face broke out in a shiteating grin, “Fuck yeah, anything for my bros.”

“New exercise routine. You, face down, ass up. My bed. Now.”

He excitedly ran back to my bedroom. I heard the bed squeal under his weight. Good to know I could edit things. Can’t always let my bros have all the fun.

[godjustkys]

pleaseee pleaseee PLEASEEEEE write more straight to gay dean or sam or cas or LITERALLY ANY GUY FROM HARRY POTTER OR SUPERNATURAL SJDNJDDJDKDKDKKDK

Dies

SYNOPSIS: team free will (separately) realize you’re their gay awakening!

CHARACTER: male reader x dean winchester, male reader x sam winchester, male reader x castiel

NOTE: made this for funsies and because this anon seems very desperate..

WC: 0.8k

WARNING: —

DEAN WINCHESTER

dean never questioned who he was. women, cars, burgers — simple pleasures, manly stuff. then you showed up, all calm danger and amused eyes, leaning in the doorway of the bunker like you’d always belonged.

at first dean didn’t even like you. you adapted too quickly, too smoothly. he didn’t like taking you on hunts either. you could be standing there, drenched in blood after destroying a vamp in the blink of an eye and you wouldn’t even brag. or gloat, if dean admitted you saved his ass.

the first crack in his built-up walls appeared when you insisted on patching him up. he told you he didn’t need it, that he was a grown man, all that shebang. you didn’t let up, stubborn as ever. the last thing dean expected was your gentle hands. the way you touched him like he was some antique china. like a little porcelain doll. call him crazy, but he needed that soft touch. hell, he craved it. for a guy who’s so gruff and independent, he leaned into the touches, hoping for more.

dean started thinking you were cool.. uh, just a buddy. a friend, if you will. until he started catching himself watching you when you weren’t looking. if he’d hear you laugh, his stomach would twist weirdly. if he’d see you working on a car, all sweaty with greasy hands, his hands would clench.

everything came crashing down when you two decided to have a sparring match. you pinned him to the mat, your forearm on his chest, your breath fanning over his lips. “yield?” you asked. dean’s heart pounded in his ribcage as he looked up into your eyes and thought ‘shit.’

he didn’t yield, but he didn’t stop thinking about that moment for weeks.

SAM WINCHESTER

sam had always prided himself on control. his mind was his shield. even with his complicated past — the demon blood, lucifer, the cage.. he could compartmentalize. rationalize.

until you walked into the bunker and looked at him like you could read him better than any book on the shelf. you weren’t a brute like dean, and you weren’t a soldier like castiel. you were composed. intense. you carried yourself like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. and sam? well he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of that kind of attention. at first, he dismissed the signs. you were just.. charismatic. charisma wasn’t attraction. but then, you started teasing him. nothing mean — just clever quips, a raised eyebrow, a brush of your hand when you handed him his coffee. sam liked it. too much.

it truly threw him off when he felt seen. you asked him about the lore he was studying, not out of boredom, but pure and genuine interest. you respected his intellect. and you pushed him, challenged his ideas, and didn’t let him retreat behind his usual walls. one evening, he caught you in the library — shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, reading and catching up on his new written notes.

“you really think this passage proves demonic possession predates biblical scripture?” you asked with a small tilt of your head. and sam... forgot how to speak for a second. that night, he laid in bed, heart pounding, staring at the ceiling. “i think i want him.” he whispered to himself.

CASTIEL

castiel had always been distant from human pleasures. emotions, carnal desires — they were secondary to his mission. but something about you pulled at him in a way he wasn’t capable of understanding.

he first noticed it in the way you moved. confidence wasn’t something castiel had words for until he saw it embodied in you. you didn’t need to speak loudly to command a room. you didn’t need a weapon to make people listen. you just existed with that self-assured stillness that hinted at raw power held carefully in check. what unraveled castiel wasn’t just your strength — it was the gentleness behind it. the way you looked at him like he mattered. like his confusion, his silence, his celestial awkwardness — none of it made him any less. one early morning, you patched him up. his grace was dimming and his vessel was bloodied. you sat him down, your hands warm, firm, capable. and when your fingers brushed his ribs, his vessel shivered. “you’re safe,” you said, voice calm. “i’ve got you.” it was then that something stirred inside him.

he couldn’t stop watching you. the way your eyes softened when you were focused, the slight curl in your lips when you teased dean, how you were never truly cruel and never passive. he was standing outside, all alone in the middle of the night, enjoying the feeling of a gentle breeze. “is this what longing feels like?” he murmured to himself, his eyes locked on the stars in the night sky.

he felt human around you.

© godjustkys ©

[ppssession]

Brain Transplant Project

Adam and Dean are a gay couple who have been living together for 10 years, since they graduated from high school.

Sadly, Dean's death from a terminal illness was a huge blow to Adam, but luckily Adam and Dean were involved in a secret project to transplant a brain into a new body by extracting the brain seeds from the deceased's body. Now, Adam has Dean's brain seeds.

While Adam is trying to find a new body for Dean, he has to help out at a commercial shoot when he finds the body that suits Dean the most: Dew's body.

Dew is a famous actor. Whenever Dew is the presenter for any advertisement, it will definitely be successful.

Adam saw that this was the perfect body for his boyfriend, so he helped arrange a poolside photoshoot. Luckily, the ad was for a supplement that looked exactly like Brain Seeds.

When the opportunity arose, Adam switched supplements with brain seeds. If you don't look closely, brain seeds are very much like supplements.

A lot of the early part of the commercial was the shooting of Dew's body. It made Adam feel really good knowing that this would become his Boyfriend body.

In the last part of the shoot, Dew was eating breakfast and taking supplements. When Dew slowly finished eating, the image of Dew eating brain seeds instead of supplements made Adam smile and smile happily until he couldn't hide it. But Adam had to stay calm. He had to wait until the brain seeds grew and took over Dew's body first.

Several weeks later at Dew's luxurious home, he had a severe stomachache. He thought it was the food he had eaten a few days ago. He chose to rest at home. After taking a nap for a while, Dew felt a strange pain. When he opened his eyes, he found something inside his body, on his chest.

When it went up to his neck, Dew tried to block it with his hands, but he couldn't control his arms as if someone else was controlling it for him.

As something moved up his neck, it moved up to his face. Eventually, his head seemed to fight Dew's brain. Dew's body convulsed and his muscles tensed up. In no time, Dew's body slowly vomited out his brain and he lost consciousness for about five hours. Not long after, Dew's body slowly stood up and used his hands to rub different parts of his body to check it before Dew picked up his phone to call someone.

Adam got a call from Dew to come to his house. He arrived and met Dew at the pool. Hello, my love, Dew said.

Dean, is that you? Adam said with gratitude. Yes, dear, look at me. How handsome is my new body? Dean, who had already taken over Dew's body, said proudly.

The two slowly kissed passionately, their lips meeting each other lustfully.

Dean carried Adam onto the bed in the bedroom before pulling down his pants to reveal his large, erect penis. Dean pulled down Adam's pants as well and placed the tip of his cock at Adam's asshole. Let me try out my new cock, I want to see if it can make my little husband happy.

No sooner had Adam spoken than Dean's thick rod entered Adam's hole, thrusting in and out of Adam's hole without stopping, causing him to gasp for air. Their moans filled the house.

Shit, it still feels good. Dew's voice came out of her throat. Thank you for the new body, my love, before thrusting into her one last time.

Fuck, when Dean groaned for the last time, the semen flowed out of his penis. Dean slowly weakened, looking at Adam's face, who took every drop of him until he fell asleep.

Dean lets Adam sleep and he sleeps too.

When Adam woke up, he went down to the pool and met Dean. Dean turned to him and thanked him again for giving me a new body, my love.

Adam, no need to thank me, Dean. No, I should call you Dew because you're my handsome actor now.

They kissed again. Okay, let's do it again before I have to go film the movie. The schedule saved on my phone told me I had several more hours.

Sure, dear, take as much as you want, Adam agreed before kissing Dean passionately. Make good use of your new body, my love.

Finally, I must confess that I finished writing it a few hours ago, but accidentally deleted it, so I had to rewrite it. Luckily, I still remember most of the content, but I forgot some words, so I had to edit it. It's okay, if you want to change it, it's okay. Haha, I hope you like it. See you in the next story. Bye bye.

[kissgumamela]

growing up with childhoodbsf!ellie williams x fem reader headcanons

summary: jus' some fluff about your childhood best friend, ellie, who's been in love with you since you were kids.

cw's: cursing?. honestly nothing...this is sooo like innocent and fluffly from the things i usually write (hence why i made a new account for it...). n e way i just wrote this for fun, nothing serious at all. this is also a lot of self projecting xd

ellie would always insist on being the dad when playing house. which meant you just had to be the mom, ellie wouldn't accept it any other way.

'ellie, you can't be the dad! you're a GIRL!' a boy teased, ellie turned to the boy and covered your ears from what she was about to say, 'it's a pretend game, dumbass!' she said before you tried to get her hands off your ears.

ellie would refuse to play if you didn't play, the only reason why she would play pretend house is to pretend you were in a relationship. (would also get jealous when another person played the dad while you were the mom.)

ellie would always say 'don't worry, i can fix it'. somehow, even in pretend play, she would already be ready with a solution. need something fixed in the pretend house? ellie's on it, using joel's tools to fix the old dollhouse. or like in building forts, ellie has a blueprint in her head to make it stable and big enough for the both of you, going out of her way to make the perfect fort.

but, ellie is a wild child. she loves to run, rough house with other kids, get dirty, and whatever else you can expect from a loud, obnoxious, hyper kid. but when ellie was with you, she always matched your energy. she can behave, sit down and play tea parties with you or play with your dolls. ellie didn't have to force herself to stay calm around you, she just could.

ellie has a hero complex. she always wants to be the one to "save" you, even in pretend games, playing as a brave knight or police officer to stop the bad guys from getting to you, or as a superhero rescuing you from imaginary villains.

but this can also be for when you're going through a forest, and you're scared of what's possibly lurking behind the trees. ellie knows there is nothing, having gone down this path millions of times, but for you she plays along. not much as for you, but for her. so she can protect you.

ellie guides you through the forest, holding your hand and keeping a "look-out" for any danger. (there was none, the forest wasn't that scary—people often go through it.) but throughout it all, she comforts you and makes sure you're safe, even if it's just against bugs and leaves.

ellie likes to hold your hand. she makes up a bunch of different reasons for it too. definitely not because of anything gay...

'it's so you won't get lost!' or 'so i won't get lost.'

'it's dangerous here, we should hold hands to be safe.'

'i just like holding your hand.'

[allyeilishh]

i have a silly sappy request ☝🏻 it's a very specific scenario i've been thinking about lately but feel free to change what you feel like changing if you wanna lmao

something like billie and singer!reader and then billie is doing a pretty significant show (like either closing a tour or a one night only special show type of thing) and then she calls reader out to the stage to sing a song with her and then when they're done billie gets all giggly and mysterious and doesn't let reader get off stage yet and reader is like "👀 what's going on" and then billie gets all sappy and proposes on stage 🥹

and who knows maybe reader also has her own pair of engagement rings ready with her bc they're absolute fools hopelessly in love with each other

also finneas on stage too being the only one who knew they were both planning on doing it soon and having the laugh of his life

like very cutesy and fluffy and emotional also bc they both feel like they're at home on stage especially bc they both treat their fans like family but also bc their actual families are at that show too so they're very comfortable and happy up there 🥹 anyway just pure gay shit you know

anyway don't feel pressured to do it just thought of sending it to you 💖 thank you anyway wishing you the best 😚

ᥫ᭡ STAGE-POSAL ── .✦ B.E.

pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!Singer!Reader

genre: pure fluff

synopsis: Billie was at her final show, putting her most into everything. And there was a surprise that only her and Finneas knew was going to happen. And maybe, you had a surprise of you own.

w/c: 2.3k

The crowd sang loudly, echoing throughout the entire stadium. They were all completely heartbroken and happy—a bittersweet moment. Billie was jumping around and running around the stage, doing her wonderful performance like she always did. The crowd almost as loud as her.

Her hair was flying around perfectly, some sticking to her forehead and even some on her jaw, beginning to dampen in sweat. Her jersey hung just right on her body, her baggy jorts looking perfect on her, going down past her knees. Everything about her was perfect. There was no other way to describe her.

You were standing backstage, looking in one of your hand-held mirrors, making sure everything looked perfect. Because tonight was special. It was Billie’s last show for the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour, and you couldn’t have been any more proud of her girlfriend.

You knew how much Billie had put into this tour, working tirelessly on each show, a ball of energy. You had supported her the entire time, holding her hand whenever things got too much, when she needed to cry from the stress. You had always been there for her. And you were so proud of her for getting through it.

You knew how much the stress of a tour was—ending yours not too long ago. It was hard, stressful, and it put a lot of weight on your shoulders. And sometimes, having someone there to lean on and cry could be the best source of comfort you could have.

You began to hear the loud music begin to calm, lowering in volume, before finally cutting off, and the crowd had erupted with cheers. You could only watch from under the stage on the little tv as the camera pointed to Billie, sweaty and a little out of breath.

She was smiling with that goofy smile she always had on her face, like she had just won the lottery. Her hands were behind her back, looking up and around at the crowd. Her eyes were filled with admiration, looking at the crowd, cheering. Cheering for her, for what she did.

You could only smile like an absolute idiot—seeing her so happy made you happy. There was always something about her smile that was contagious—it could never go away once it appeared.

Eventually, you heard your name being called through the earpiece, Billie’s manager telling you and Finneas to start heading up onto the stage. You took a deep breath before starting to head to the steps. And within a few moments, you were up on stage, Finneas not straying too far behind.

And the second you were standing on the platform, cheers only got louder. But the only thing you could focus on was Billie. You quickly wrapped her in your arms, holding her close like she had been away for months.

Billie let out a little laugh, holding you back just as tightly. But slowly and reluctantly, she pulled away, taking in your form and outfit. You had a light blue, satin wrap over your shirt on, the hem tucked under your bra. You had light baggy jeans on, practically swallowing you whole. And you looked nothing less than perfect.

Billie wanted to stay like this forever, her hands resting gently on your hips, and staring at you like you were the Mona Lisa. But she knew she had to finish the show. So, she let out a little breath before pulling you over to the stools that had been set up.

Billie and Finneas sat next to each other, while you sat across from them, mic stands sitting in front of each of you. You adjusted yourself until you were comfortable, a gentle smile playing at your lips as you looked into the crowd, you gave small waves as Billie spoke.

Her voice instantly quieted the entire stadium, all of her fans listening to her voice intently. It was surprising, honestly—how quickly she could get an entire sold-out stadium quite so quickly. It was like she had magic powers.

You listened just as well, hearing her talk about who she was grateful for, and everyone who helped her support her through her journey of the tour. And then, she mentioned her mom and dad, who were up in the crowd, somewhere on the second floor, watching them. You could see Billie’s smile widening at the mention of her parents.

Eventually, Billie had stopped talking, and she began to start up the song. It was one of yours, but Billie was a huge feature on it. So you both just called it yours. You both began to sing the intro, holding onto the mic gently, making sure it caught every note and your voices. Finneas played the guitar, strumming every note perfectly.

As you two continued, your voices angelic and soft, you and Billie locked eyes. You both couldn’t take your eyes off each other. You two could still sing, could still move your bodies, but your eyes wouldn’t move from each other. It was like a trap. A trap neither of you wanted to get out of.

This was the moment you figured out the one thing you’ve been searching for—pure, undying love. It had been years since you two got together—just a few months after Billie turned 18. So just about 6 years you two have been through thick and thin, never once letting go of each other.

And you knew that this woman was the one. That you made the right choice, that this woman was the right one, and would forever stay that way.

Slowly, the song came to an end, and the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles all over again. You couldn’t help but chuckle from the praise, looking around at all the hundreds of thousands of people. It almost seemed unreal.

You never held your shows anything near something as big as this, so seeing so many people cheering for them was a little shocking to you. Like they had just heard the best news of their lives. The shock came first, then it would be the happiness and joy.

Your smile widened, before looking back at Billie. You could tell something was different. Her posture was just a bit straighter, her shoulders pulled back, and her leg was bouncing up and down on the stool’s footrest. Like she was getting ready for something.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, seeing her look a little anxious. You looked between Billie and Finneas, who were now pulled away from the mics and their earpieces out, talking quietly amongst each other. Like a secret being passed. Even in a room full of thousands of people.

You saw Billie bite her bottom lip, a nervous gesture that she normally did. You didn’t understand what was going on, but you didn’t say anything, sitting there like you were a lost puppy. Because you were. You were really lost, trying to figure out what was happening.

But eventually, Billie stood, and she took the mic off the stand, holding it up to her lips as she walked closer to you. And she looked straight at you, one hand behind her back. You could see little beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and not from earlier. These were new. And then, Billie began to speak.

"Baby, you know I love you. I have always loved you, and I forever will. I love you like the moon loves the Earth, like the ocean loves the sand, and like flowers love water. I couldn’t live without you, baby. I will forever and always need you by my side, so this is why I’m asking you this…”

And before you knew it, Billie was down on one knee in front of you, pulling her hand out from behind her back. It was a red velvet box, gently shining in the lights of the stadium. And when Billie opened it, you almost sobbed. You quickly got off the stool, walking closer to get a better look.

It was a beautiful gold ring, an oval diamond placed right in the middle. And around the band, it looked like there were little diamond leaves, like on a stem of a flower. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and the exact ring you showed Billie before.

"Will you marry me?”

The crowd went silent, waiting for your answer. But you knew it from the moment she got down on one knee. Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, letting out a small, happy giggle.

"Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”

Billie felt a wave of relief go over her body, a weight being lifted off her shoulders. She gently took your hand into hers, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto your ring finger. And it fitted perfectly on your finger.

You gently held Billie’s hand as you admired the ring, happy laughs and sobs mixing together. You gently pulled Billie up and into your arms, holding her tightly. The entire crowd was screaming and cheering for you two, but their voices faded as Billie held you. "I love you. I love you so much. I knew you’d say yes.”

She gently placed a kiss on your tear-streaked cheek, her own tears falling down. She couldn’t have been any happier than she was with you right now. She held you like you were her lifeline, her fingers tangling in your hair.

Finneas had watched from a few feet away, and was clapping and cheering along with the crowd. He knew that this was going to happen. He went ring shopping with Billie. But Billie wanted to keep it quiet, so he kept it quiet. He smiled as he watched his sister holding her now fiancé, happy for her.

But then, you slowly pulled away, letting out a small chuckle. The timing couldn’t have been any better. You wiped away the tears from your face, before gently letting go of Billie. You looked down at your feet, before reaching into your pocket, and pulling out a beautiful diamond ring.

You got down on one knee, holding up the ring. You had planned for tonight to propose to Billie, just not exactly like this. But this was even better than how you planned it. You had made sure the ring had stayed in your pocket, too scared to have a box hiding under the cloth due to the fact it would peek out.

The ring had a circular diamond in the middle, and little diamonds covering all around the band. You had made sure it was the exact one Billie pointed to when you two were out that one time, looking for jewelry. The exact ring Billie said she would love to have lying on her finger.

Billie gasped as she saw the ring, almost tripping over her own two feet. But the surprise quickly turned into happiness, tears falling down her face in complete and utter joy. She couldn’t help the sobs that left her throat. Gently taking your free hand into hers.

“Will you marry me?” You said softly, and before you could even process it, Billie had taken you back into her arms, a bone-crushing hug surrounding you. She was whispering little "yes"’s into your ear, like it was a secret only you two could know about. Even if you were on stage, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, even her parents and brother, just a few feet away, who were completely shocked by the revelation.

Billie shakily pulled away, tears falling down her face like a waterfall. Her hand lifted up shakily, and you gently pushed the ring onto her finger. A perfect size, yet again. Billie let out a soft chuckle, before quickly pulling you close again.

She gently took your chin into her fingers, before pulling you in for a deep, gentle, and sensual kiss. Your tears mixed in with your lips, desperate cries and sobs leaving both of you. You both couldn’t pull away, wanting to bask in the moment with each other. Like you were the only two people on the entire planet.

But eventually, oxygen was needed, and you two pulled away, a mess of tears and heavy breaths mingling between you two. You could hear Finneas laughing behind Billie, making the woman roll her eyes. She slowly stood up, but never once letting go of you. She held onto your hand tightly, not daring to let go.

She quickly picked the mic back up, before raising it to her lips, and happily speaking to the crowd. “My soon-to-be wife, fuckers!”

Everyone immediately cheered, whistled, completely happy for you two. Phones were still high up in the air, recording every moment that just happened. But it was okay. Neither of you cared that this would be public news by the morning, because all you two needed was each other.

Later that night, you and Billie were lying down together in the hotel room, everything packed and ready to go home. Her fingers were gently running through your hair, tackling each small knot with her fingers. Your head was gently pressed against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.

The adrenaline of the moment had still been running through your mind, taking in every little moment. But nothing mattered. Not in the pure silence of the hotel room, with your fiancé, who still had tears on her cheek. She loved you so much, she just couldn’t help them.

"You make me so happy, baby. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.” Billie said softly, kissing the top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. “I’ll love you until I drop dead.”

You chuckled at her words, but you didn’t respond with something sassy, because you knew it was true. Billie never lied to you about her love. She would love you until her last heartbeat.

"I love you too, Billie.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

a/n: cutest thing I think I’ve ever written thank you anon !! 💗 also can you tell I suck at dialogue

My baby here you goooo @qreatest

[hedwig221b]

Do you know any fics that are in an alternative universe, like university, and doesn’t have the pack-world?

Let's see if you like these ones,

Maybe We Could Dance by In_Over_My_Head

"Stiles, get over here!” Flailing, he spun on his heel, searching for Lydia. He knew it was her who yelled, would know that voice anywhere. Seeing her standing in the center of the quad with a bunch of other cheerleaders, he took a deep breath before heading her way. High school had been a series of embarrassing boners and stuttered words when it came to her. College wasn’t much better, minus the boner issue that he’d gotten under control…mostly. Around halfway through his junior year of high school, he’d realized that the random boners that he attributed to just being a teenager were actually because of the hot guys in his classes. Like in high school, Lydia was still surrounded by pretty people, both male and female, so whatever it was that was about to happen would have a very attractive audience. Hopefully, he could get away quickly before he made too much of an ass of himself.

Unknown Number by demonicfaerie2009

Stiles has been texting his mother's number for years. He never expected someone to one day reply. Or The one where Derek has Claudia's recycled phone number.

all fucked up by endversed

You awake? Stiles sends. Yeah, comes Derek’s reply within seconds. See you in 20. Cocky fucking bastard. Stiles’ ex-boyfriend is a cocky fucking bastard. He bristles as his eyes scan the words, all too palpably smug, even in text. There is no good goddamn reason that it should have heat pooling in his stomach, his dick twitching with instant interest inside of his boxer shorts, his heart already doing stupid little somersaults at the mere thought of getting to see Derek, of getting to be near him. Regardless. He’s still out of the apartment and huddled into the backseat of a cab within minutes. Booty calling your ex-boyfriend might be a bad idea, but it's not like Stiles' heart can break any more than it has already, anyway.

in flux by endversed

"Fuck that,” Stiles says, dangerously low. “I already did the closeted jock thing in high school. Like fucking hell I’d put myself through that again.” Derek’s breath catches in his chest. Stiles is �� he’s incandescent, entirely lit up with rage. He pushes back from the table swiftly, a horrible screeching noise as the legs drag against the floor. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he looks down at Derek with intense, narrowed eyes. “I’m sorry,” Derek begins to say. “Just – don’t bother, all right? I’m not interested in being your first fuck over the rainbow. You wanna hook-up with a guy, see what all the fuss is about? Go to a gay bar and pick up the first twink you see. You won’t find it hard.” “I’m not –” “Just leave me the fuck out of it.” Derek Hale is a straight college basketball star. He may need to reevaluate that first part when he meets Stiles Stilinski.

With One Touch, Everything Illuminates by EvanesDust

At the first touch of skin on skin, his world explodes with color. Stiles’s breath catches in his throat. Everything is so bright and distracting that he has no idea what to focus on first. His eyes strain with the visual assault, and he leans back against a warm, hard body while he squints up at the sunny sky. It’s so blue and pretty. He wonders if it’s the same shade of blue as his Jeep—like so many people have told him. Overwhelming is an understatement, and he wants to cry from the intensity. All his senses are in overdrive, each one vying for dominance as the bold brilliance of the world floods his vision. Cool wind caresses his face, drawing his attention to the trees dancing in the November breeze. Red, orange, and yellow leaves gracefully float toward the green grass, as if a friendly hand was gently lowering them to the ground. They make up such a beautiful carpet of vibrancy and texture, and each footfall brings a crunch that helps focus him. Once his mind calms from the onslaught, Stiles gasps softly, because if he’s seeing colors that means his knight in shining armor, the owner of those hands holding him so carefully, is his soulmate.

5 Times Stiles & Derek's Classmates Noticed They Were in a Committed Relationship and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah

In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did. “How do you even get up there?” Scott asks skeptically. Loft beds are tricky enough on their own, he doesn’t know what possessed Derek and Stiles to push theirs together. Why would anybody try to create a king-sized loft bed in a teensy tiny dorm room?

Like Notes by hazelNuts

anonymous asked, "i always see you in the library and i think you’re really cute so i leave you little post it notes on your work whenever you go and get a book just to see you blush au" Stiles got the first note the night before his mid-term. A post-it note was attached to his laptop screen. Go to bed. You’ll do fine.

Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive

"He invited you to his apartment.” “To do a lesson plan.” “Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows. “That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

It's Always Been You by charlesdk

Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so. He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless. Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

Open Up My Mouth and Sound Stupid by Made_Of_Stardust

"Did you see the gorgeous stenographer we got today?” “Yeah. He’s beautiful.” Derek didn’t notice the slight echo or the fact that the reporters had all frozen in their spots. When Isaac bumped him in the side with his elbow, Derek heard the telltale feedback screech of the microphone in front of him. “Dude,” Isaac said. “The mics are working now.” In the unnerving silence that followed, Isaac unnecessarily added, “Also, I was talking about the girl next to him.” Or Derek blurts out his attraction to the male stenographer at a NCAA press conference.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

"Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.” “I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning. “This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it. * When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard. Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

The Company I Keep by secondstar

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

'Linski's Late Night Antidote To Lame by WhoNatural

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan. Also there's this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Anything to make you smile by Oywiththepoodlesalready

In which Derek gets a new roommate whose best friend takes to practically living on their couch pretty quickly. Which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that said best friend is the same guy who's been holding Derek's table at the library hostage for the better part of a month. And, oh yeah, there's also this thing where Derek might maybe be the tiniest bit in love with him. Easy peasy.

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[teddypines]

The talk

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Sumary: Tim coming out and taking his boyfriend home for the first time.

Tim Drake x Batmom!reader, Bruce Wayne x Batmom!reader, Tim Drake x Bernard Dowd. Fem!reader (Use of she/her pronounce)

Note: There might be some posecive Dad!Bruce in here, but it's okay. He just needs to get used to his childeren growing up. Art/picture is from Pintrest, credits go to whoever made it.

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Tim has been dating for a while now and he rather liked it. Bernard was amazing and super mega sweet, and handsome. Bruce sort of knew but Y/N didn’t. Tim knew that she would be supportive, but he still felt nervous about telling his mom about it. Bernard told him to maybe take a calm approach, eas the idea or something like that. Though Tim didn’t really know if that would work on Y/N, he was going to try anyway. Because he wanted his mom to know.

Y/N sat on the couch doing some work on her laptop when Tim got down to the living room. He fidgeted a bit with his hands as he approached the couch. “Mom? Could we maybe have a chat?” Tim asked, the nervousness clear in his voice. Y/N looked up from her work and smiled at Tim. “Of course, sweetheart. Come have a seat.” She answered. She saved her work and closed the laptop, before giving all her attention to Tim.

Tim sat down next to Y/N on the couch, tucking his legs underneath him. He looked at his knees not knowing how to start. “It’s okay, Tim, take all the time you need to tell me what you need to tell me” Y/N said trying to reassure Tim. Gently placing a hand on the back of his head. “I won’t be mad if that is what you are worried about.” Tim tilted his head to look at Y/N and took a big deep breath. “Mom… I’m gay.” Tim said. He looked at Y/N to see her reaction, but there was nothing but a gentle smile. 

“W-why aren’t you saying anything?” Tim asked after a while, not understanding why Y/N didn’t say anything. Y/N just carefully pulled Tim into a big hug. “Because I already knew. And you know what, I'm glad you finally told me. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable and force you to tell me or your dad. I just wanted you to know we love you no matter your sexuality. But you have to tell me one thing though.” Y/N tells Tim as she rubbed his back and held him close to her. Tim nodded his head in answer. “Why tell me now? Did you meet someone?” Tim nodded again at the questions. “His name is Bernard, he’s my boyfriend…”

Y/N kissed the top of Tim’s head before speaking again. “That is wonderful, sweetie. I hope he makes you smile and really happy. Just know that I will kick his ass if he hurts you and that he is now required to come over for dinner.” Tim laughed a bit and nodded his head. “I’ll tell him that. I think he’ll like meeting you and dad.” 

“Good, because it will be a small interrogation,” Y/N jokes. “Does dad know?” Time got a bit nervous again when Y/N asked if Bruce knew. He thinks Bruce knows, but not for sure. So he shrugged in answer. “Do you want me to tell him?” Y/N asked, to which Tim nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell the big bad bat”

“Thanks. mom, love you” 

“I love you too, baby bird”

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A few days go by and Tim invites Bernard over for dinner with the family. Y/N told Bruce like she promised and Bruce was all like ‘of course i know! I am Gotham’s greatest detective, I know when my son is gay. He didn’t know, but he was happy no matter what. Y/N made sure that Damian and Jason would behave in front of Bernard, this made both boy’s pout, but they were bribed with desert so it was okay. Alfred made sure to make the best dinner ever, but not too much, it had to be a nice home meal, not a fancy dinner party meal. 

"Excited?" Y/N asked Tim as they both waited by the door for Bernard. “Yeah, but it kind of feels weird, bringing my boyfriend home to meet my family.” Tim answered, a small smile on his face and a dreamy look in his eyes. Y/N placed her hand on Tim’s head. “It’s always like that the first time. You’re lucky it’s with me and not just Bruce. I heard some stories from Jason and Dick that didn’t go all that well.” 

Tim nodded his head. “Yeah, the few times that it did happen were weird. We also never saw them after that. But Bernard is not scared of the big bat Wayne family.” Just before Y/N could say more the doorbell rang and Tim quickly opened the door for Bernard. Both boy’s smiled and gave each other a hug.

“Bernard, this is my mom, Y/N. Mom, this is Bernard, my boyfriend.” Tim introduced Y/N to Bernard. Y/N smiled at Bernard and held out a hand for him. “It is lovely to meet you, Bernard.” Y/N told Bernard as they shook hands. “It is an honor to meet you, miss Wayne.” 

“You can call me Y/N, no need to be so formal” Y/N answered. Tim smiled and took Bernard’s hand. Leading him towards the living room. “You’ll have to meet the other first before dinner, but don’t worry it won’t be like all the stories I told you.” Tim said with a big smile on his face. It was clear, already, how much Tim loved Bernard. This of course Y/N noticed and it made her feel so proud and happy that her Baby bird was happy too. 

Once in the living room Bernard was met with seven heads, most of them looking a bit stern. Tim gave his hand a light squeeze of reassurance. “Everyone, this is Bernard, Tim’s boyfriend. Bernard these are my husband Bruce, my sons Dick, Jason, Duke and Damian, and my daughters, Stephanie and Cassie. And not to forget our lovely Barbara." Y/N introduced everyone to Bernard. Most of them started to smile, but Bruce looked, well, a bit menacing.

Tim took Bernard to the couch with his siblings and they started to chat while Y/N went over to Bruce. “You don’t have to scare him off, you know.” Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around Bruce’s shoulders and placed her chin on top of his head. “I’m not scaring him, just up serving.” Bruce answered with a bit of a grumpy toon. “Sure, love, just be nice okay? Tim is really looking forward to this and he wants it to go nice. Please don’t scare away Tim’s boyfriend, Bruce.” Y/N requested before placing a kiss on Bruce’s cheek. Bruce grumbled a bit before answering with a sharp. “Fine, darling”

[pazziiiiiiii]

Hey guys so I’m gonna make this a series that may be long but that depends if you guys like it or not so could you guys keep telling me your opinions please!!

I don't really know if I like this I kinda rushed it out very very quickly and didn't really edit is so yeah idk lmk. It's starting to get to the actual stuff in the story not just background I guess but thanks for the feedback keep it coming please.

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PART 2

2020 Quarantine

Paige knew she shouldn’t have pushed Azzi away. She knows it messes with her head even more than she does herself. But what was she supposed to do? Tell Azzi how she fought with her dad because she’s gay? Tell her that it’s because she likes Azzi and her dad knows? Obviously not! So keeping it to herself was the better thing to do in that situation.

But after being on the roof for hours, Paige finally calmed herself down. However because she was up there for so long, she was running on about 2 hours of sleep while hopping on a flight.

Leaving the house was not very difficult at all. Her dad wasn’t awake so all she had to do was pack a suitcase full of sweats and basketball gear (literally nothing else was needed) and catch an Uber. Regardless of whether her dad was awake or not, it wouldn’t have made a difference if Paige stayed or not.

The flight was only about 4 hours and Paige spent the entirety of it sleeping. Too tired to worry about how Azzi and her haven’t texted the whole morning, something they haven’t done since they met each other.

Once the plane was landed in Washington, Paige texted Katie to let her know she was ready to be picked up. As soon as she got a reply telling Paige they were on their way, the nerves began to settle in again.

She didn’t know what to expect. She loved the Fudd’s they were the best family she has ever been apart of. But the thought of actually spending every second of everyday with the girl she was quickly falling in love with, but having to hide it from everyone around her. Yeah that did not sound as exciting.

Paige was forced to put all of this aside as her phone buzzed, Katie letting her know Tim and her were outside. She had to bury her emotions deep inside her like always, as she walked towards the exit.

As soon as Katie saw Paige, she was pulled into a long, warm hug that Paige never wanted to let go of. It felt safe, comforting. Like she would never leave her.

“Ahh Paige we have missed you so much! How was your flight?” Katie asked, finally letting go so Paige could switch to hugging Tim instead.

“It was good, I was knocked out the whole time so I don’t really remember much.” Paige replied as they all slid into the car, putting her suitcase in the trunk.

“That’s good. I know when we get home Azzi and the boys will be so excited to see you!” Tim said while they began the short drive home.

“Yeah it’s gonna be so good staying here. Thankyou so much for letting me stay here.” Paige replied warmly, her nerves settling as she became more comfortable in the car.

“Of course! You are welcome anytime, we love having you here. And I know Azzi would love you to stay for ever!” Katie said, making the whole car laugh.

Although Paige and Azzi ended their call last night on rocky terms, Paige knew that wouldn’t last long once they saw each other in real life.

The car ride went quickly, the conversation continuing with life updates about basketball and everything else. The talking only stopping when they pulled into the driveway, all three stepping out of the car, eager to see the reactions of the people inside.

All three of them has agreed to unlock the door quietly and sneak Paige in to jump out and surprise Azzi. So that is what they did.

When the door unlocked they walked in slowly, noticing Azzi sitting on the living room couch. They were out of view from her, so they made their way in to the kitchen.

“Ok, we will call Azzi in and then you jump out when she gets here.” Tim said in a hushed tone, careful not to get the attention of the younger girl on the couch on the other side of the wall. Paige nodded her head, ducking behind the door into the kitchen Azzi would enter from.

“Azzi can you come in here really quick!” Katie called out.

“Yep, coming,” she said making her way in while she added, “I’m just tryna figure out why Paige isn’t texting me.” Saying this in a worried voice Paige knew all too well, making Paige silently chuckle behind the door.

Just as she entered through the door frame and Paige caught sight of her brown curls pulled into a high bun, she launched onto her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug.

Azzi gasped at the surprising contact. But when she turned around and saw who it was, she immediately gave the hug back, shocked at who was next to her.

“OH MY GOSH PAIGE!” She screamed, squeezing her tighter as if she may disappear in her arms. “You’re here! You’re actually here!” She added taking a step back to look her in the eye.

“Yes I’m really here. And I’m gonna be for the whole of quarantine.” Paige replied.

As soon as Azzi heard these words she wrapped her back in a hug, even tighter then the one before.

The next few hours when by quickly. Paige catching up with the Fudd’s and unpacking her stuff in Azzi’s room. Katie and offered for Paige to stay in the guest room, however, she knew the answer would be no, considering how Paige stayed with Azzi every time she visited.

The night had come around and Paige and Azzi were in their room. They had obviously been hovering around the topic of what happened the night before, and Azzi had had enough. Paige was acting weird around her whenever they got too close, and, of course, Azzi noticed it straight away.

She saw how Paige tensed up when Azzi hugged her at the start of the day. How her jaw tightened as soon as one of her family members asked how her dad was. How she avoided eye contact with Azzi like her eyes were poison. How she was sitting in their room right now, playing with the little string on the bottom of her hoodie (pretending to be busy), not speaking to Azzi.

"Ok bro, what is up with you. Seriously." Azzi said, the sentence coming out a little harsher than she wanted it to be.

Paige looked up for her hands, shocked to here Azzi speaking so suddenly, but still not quite making eye contact. She opened her mouth to reply but Azzi got there before she could.

"Don't just say your fine. I know you, I know when somethings wrong. You have to tell me, it's not good for you to keep it bottled up inside." Azzi added, her tone still firm.

Paige didn't know how to explain what she was feeling, how to tell her best friend in front of her what happened with her dad. But for the first time that day, she looked into the brown eyes staring back at her.

After a couple minutes Paige started.

"I just had a fight with my dad. He just..." She paused, unsure how to continue on with this sentence.

Azzi waited for her, knowing that Paige just needed to gather her thoughts, she would say something eventually. She just needed silence to think over, so that is was she gave to her. Until Paige began again.

"He just said some things that...that hurt. He doesn't understand me and that's the problem. He doesn't know how to accept things that he disagrees with. So he told me they were wrong, that I can't live with him if I decide to do something about them. And they are wrong, I know." Paige picked up her pace every word she said, struggling to think clearly as her eyes pricked with tears that were fighting to get out.

She looked down at her hands again, unable to hold eye contact anymore. Azzi knew this meant Paige was done and she wouldn't say anything else unless forced. So she reached over and placed a hand over Paige's.

"You need to tell me what happened P, I'm sure they are not what he is saying they are." Azzi said softly, much different compared to her forcing tone not long ago.

"No Azzi, they are. He is right, so please just stop. I am fine."

She knew all the words she was saying were lies. Her dad wasn't right. She was not fine. But she couldn't let Azzi know any of it. Even if she knew Azzi could see right through her. Which she did.

But she didn't push Paige. She knew she wouldn't let up, so she had to accept what she had been told.

"Ok P. But please just tell me if you need me, I am always right here. And I will be for a while cause your living with me," she said lightly before squeezing her hand and adding, "I'm gonna have a shower, it's getting a little late, I'll be quick," before heading into the bathroom, leaving Paige on her bed.

Paige didn't get much sleep that night. Her mind would not stop racing with thoughts on how she was going to fix the situation she was in (also the fact that she was lying right next to her the girl she now was in love with).

But she only knew one thing. That she was going to get rid of this little crush on Azzi. Even if it meant being weird around her for a couple weeks.

[elene78-blog]

TGR

"You know he's gay, right?"

The question catches Kevin by surprise. Andrew isn't one for gossip (at least, not with him), but Kevin quickly grasps the situation. The plane is about to take off, and Andrew can't smoke. Besides, when they get to Palmetto, Neil will be there. Neil, who lied again.

Normally, Kevin wouldn't indulge Andrew by fueling the gossip, but he understands the need for distractions. That's one of the roles of a teammate for the Ravens… even if he isn't one anymore.

"Of course I know. Everyone knows," he answers calmly.

Andrew doesn't say anything for a while, but there's a glimmer of curiosity in his slightly raised eyebrow.

"What did I miss?"

"A gay orgy with cocaine. His brother committed suicide that same night. He was supposed to be in his care."

There's no point in hiding it. Jeremy was press fodder for months, especially because of who his family was. He barely made it through damage control.

Andrew snorts, surprised.

"We Foxes never get invited to the best parties."

The plane takes off. They start running down the jetway. Kevin spots Andrew's white knuckles on the armrest.

"Doesn't his reputation fuel Moreau's?" he asks.

Kevin wonders if Andrew is trying to distract himself or pass his nervousness on to Kevin. He gets the latter.

"Maybe. But it's also an opportunity for Jean. Their situations have twisted similarities. And it's working. I've never… seen Jean look so good. I guess that says a lot about how he was before."

The plane takes off. This is the most awkward part. Of course, Andrew has saved the worst for last.

"Knox doesn't notice Moreau," he says. "He doesn't notice him like one of the flirts he attracts with a lighter at a party. He doesn't try to attract Moreau like that."

Kevin disagrees. He's no expert at spotting these things, but he's sure Jeremy is noticing Jean, and Jean… well, Jean is about as subtle as taking a rock to the teeth, but the fight with Jeremy's brother was also surprising to him.

"Jeremy likes him," Kevin says, as if he wants to protect Jean from the possibility that Jeremy might not like him.

Actually, that's what happens. Kevin refuses to let Jean not have things he likes. He's had enough of that.

Andrew lets out another snort of annoyance, as if the idea seems ridiculous.

"Of course he likes him. He likes your French boy so much that he doesn't want to screw up, that's why he doesn't offer him the lighter. He respects him too much to try to force him into his own pigsty."

Kevin stares at Andrew as the plane stabilizes in the sky. Calm returns, like his apparent indifference. Andrew doesn't want to say more, but Kevin doesn't want to let it go.

"The voice of experience?" he asks. Andrew stares out the window, ignoring him, but Kevin knows he's listening. "It worked out once. It'll work out again. Wanna bet against it?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

Kevin calms down as if he's fallen into bed for the first time after 10 days without sleep.

If Andrew doesn't bet, it's because he knows it's a losing bet.

[angellovesravon222]

"Love me a big booty bitch..."

Big booty activities can be a pain in the ass... Literally.

The party itself was lame, cheap ass drinks and wanna be thugs smoking on the couch, nonchalant guys in the corners of the room getting the attention of the all the girls that dare waste their time on a guy like that.

M/n didn't even wanna come, he just came for food and drinks, maybe a hookup if he was feeling it.

Now M/n was a decent looking guy, he was pretty attractive for a little gay boy, as his friends would say.

You sighed as he wandered around the house, making his way to the large kitchen. The whole house smelt rank as fuck and he just needed a drink and some fresh air.

You didn't usually wear anything skimpy, but why not try and get out of your comfort zone? It's Halloween for fucks sake! But even if you wanted to, you were extremely lazy. It was a party, why put so much work into your looks when it'll be hot, sweaty and packed in the house.

You walked into the empty kitchen, the only thing there being pizza boxes, packs of beer, and his sister making out with some random girl he's never seen before.

At least she was having fun.

You grabbed a few beers before exiting the crowded house, leaving through the backdoor and making his way to the side of the house where nobody else dared to go.

M/n huffed as he walked through the grass, turning around the house only to be face to face with... A druggie?

.

.

.

M/n let out a soft gasp as he stepped back to get a good look at the man. He wore all black clothes, like, literally all black. His jeans were baggy and black, he wore black air forces, his hoodie was black too! Safe to say he really liked the color black...!

He had a septum along with an eyebrow piercing, all in silver. It suited him quite well to be honest. His skin was as dark as chocolate, smooth shiny skin like a melted chocolate scoop of ice cream from Baskin robins.

He smelt like weed and a strong cologne, so strong it almost repulsed M/n. "Shit, sorry I didn't know someone was here... Can I chill here for a sec?" Ángel spoke softly as he swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked up to the man.

The boy only looked down at him, the cigarette in his hand clearly finished.. "I don't care." He said as he flicked the cigarette in the lawn before pulling out another, lighting it up.

"okay...?" M/n only sighed silently as he at beside the mystery guy.

M/n didn't bother looking at the guy, simply popping open a beer and looking out into the garden Infront of them. It was pretty calm and peaceful compared to the party inside.

The man beside him slid down the wall, settling to sit down next to M/n.

"beer?" M/n offered the man, only side eyeing the man, not making any effort to really use his body at this point.

"sure..." He accepted, taking the cold beverage and cracking it open.

"What's your name?" M/n almost hesitated to even ask but it's not like he knew anyone else at the party other then his sister. "Devon, you?" The man- er, Devon answered with a gruff voice. It was deep and raspy, almost dry. Probably from cigarettes.

"M/n, what you doing just sitting here alone?"

"I could ask you the same..."

"It got really hot in there. Too many people eating each others faces all over the place..."

Devon chuckled as he set his beer on the floor, leaning on the house.

They both relaxed with one another, not realizing this wouldnt be the only time they'd be together..

Many hours had passed, Devon and M/n getting to know each other very well as time went on. They shared many secrets, backstories, and many more. If only they knew they'd be revealing more than just a few stupid secrets..

Boner alert

Soft plaps of skin slapping and groans echoed in the closet, party music barely seeping through the closet door. Faints moans filled the closet, each one getting louder and louder along with skin slapping.

Your breath hitched as Devons hands traveled around your, one hand playing with your nipple while the other jerked your throbbing dick off.

"So fucking tight..."Devon groaned as he nuzzled his face into M/Ms neck, inhaling his scent.

His smell was addicting to Devon, almost making him go crazy...

"Don't tell me you're a virgin..." Devon chuckled, looking at your fucked out face, red and sweaty with your brows furrowed. Small tears rolled down your cheek from the harsh rhythm of Devon's thrusts and overstimulation of his cock ramming into your prostate.

"I asked you a question... Be a good boy and answer me." He practically growled in your ear, waiting for your answer as he slowly stopped his pace.

"I... I am! Please just-!" You gasped for air, barely able to get any words out as Devon slapped your ass cheek, leaving a bright red cast on your skin.

He slammed back into you, resuming his pace. Precum seeping out of your cock onto the wood floor, your hands red from holding onto the wooden walls

"What a whore... Just giving your purity to some guy from a party. How'd does it make you feel? Huh? Cumming for a guy you barely even know..."

He shamed you, even while still slamming his cock into you while his free hand gripped your sore butt cheek. You couldn't handle it, the torture, overstimulation, and down right degrading...

"How would your mommy feel knowing you let some guy fuck you? Cum in your insides? Feeling every inch of your body while barely knowing you? What a slut." He groaned,

You moaned as your orgasm crashed into you like a semi truck, throwing your head back as your cum splattered on the wall and dripped to the floor.

Devon chuckled as you came, his pace never faltering. His grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you up, his other hand letting go of your cock and moving to grip your thigh. His other hand did the same, moving under your thighs and lifting you up, dick still embedded in your tight hole.

Big tears swelled in your eyes as Devon kissed pressed light kisses on your cheek as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. It was a much more forgiving pace than how it was before.

"I can't... I can't keep going!" *You whined, throwing your head back as Devon bit the side of your neck. His hips slowly slapping your butt, his pace getting faster after each slap.

"I know you can, don't fail me now. I haven't even came yet, you need to let me cum..."

Devon whispered in your ear before returning to bitting your neck. His cock was leaking inside of you, throbbing as he thrusted faster into you.

"fuck... I'm almost!-" Devon grunted, his grip tightening around your legs as he hugged them to your chest. He thrusted as if he'd die if he slowed down.

"Fuck, ahh! Im gonna cum again!" Your eye burned as tears rolled down your cheeks, another orgasm crashing into you as your cum squirted out of your throbbing cock.

Devon wasn't holding up good either, his cock throbbing in you as his pelvis harshly slapped against your butt, leaving it sore and red.

"Auh, fuck! I'm gonna cum in you! Gahh, fuck!" Devon practically screamed, cum bursting out of his cock hole and covering your insides in a milky white substance.

Thankfully, the sounds of loud music completely covered the screams, whimpers, and skin slapping that was coming from that dingy closet.

Devon leaned against the wall with you still in his arms as he slid down. He slowly unhooked his arms from your legs, his warm cock still wrapped around your cum filled walls.

"shit.." You whimpered, leaning on Devon's chest. Your pants were still bundled around your ankles, neither one of you cared to ever pull them completely off. Probably for convenience.

"shit indeed, fuck..." You both sat in silence for a while, needing rest from that huge fuck session. Your legs were sore from being contorted in positions you've never been in just for Devon's pleasure. And yours, you can't lie.

Devon wrapped his hands around your waist, heavily breathing down your neck. He rested his cheek against yours, both of you finally calming down.

"Round 2?"

To be continued <3

[fratttymatty]

Remade

(All characters are 18+)

Zach Turner had always been the type of guy who found comfort in books, video games, and the occasional comic book convention. At 18, he was a senior in high school, a quiet, nerdy, and undeniably gay young man. He lived in the small world of his thoughts and interests, often accompanied by his best friend, Cassie.

Cassie was everything Zach wasn’t: confident, popular, and unashamedly ambitious. They’d known each other since middle school, and she had always been the type of person to look out for Zach, even if her attentions were often a little too intense. Their friendship had always been platonic—or so Zach had thought.

One evening, when Zach was deep into his latest role-playing game, he got a text from Cassie.

Cassie: “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight. It’s important. Be at my house at 8:00 sharp. Don’t be late.”

Zach, curious but not thinking much of it, agreed. After all, Cassie had a flair for the dramatic, and he was used to her pulling pranks or making grandiose plans that never quite panned out.

But that night was different.

When Zach arrived at Cassie’s house, he found the lights dimmed and a strange, almost eerie atmosphere. Cassie, dressed in a sleek black outfit, was waiting for him in the living room, a small, mysterious device in her hands.

“Cassie?” Zach said, looking around nervously. “What’s going on?”

“You’ll see soon enough,” she replied, her voice unnervingly calm.

Without any warning, Cassie pulled out the device and pointed it at him. Zach barely had time to react before the world around him seemed to blur, and everything turned dark.

When Zach woke up, he felt strange. His body was heavy, as though he had been asleep for hours, but there was an unnatural weight to it. His chest felt tight, and he groggily blinked his eyes open.

Cassie stood in front of him, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Well, well. You’re awake,” she said, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and triumph. “Let’s begin.”

Zach tried to sit up, but found himself restrained. He looked down at his body—his limbs, his torso. Something was wrong. He felt... different. His fingers, once delicate and pale, were now broad, tanned, and muscular. His whole body had an unfamiliar strength to it.

“Cassie,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What did you do to me?”

“I’m making you perfect,” Cassie replied simply. “The boyfriend I’ve always wanted. You’ve always been my best friend, Zach, but I’ve realized something: you’re not quite what I need. You’re too... soft.”

Zach’s heart pounded in his chest. “What do you mean? This isn’t me, Cassie! I don’t want this!”

“You don’t have a choice,” she said coldly, before flicking a switch on the device.

A surge of energy washed over Zach, and before he could protest, his body began to change in ways he couldn’t comprehend. His limbs elongated and thickened with muscle. His once pale skin darkened to a rich bronze, and his face began to reshape—his jawline sharpening, his cheekbones rising, his eyes shifting to a deeper brown.

Zach cried out, but the sound that escaped his lips wasn’t his own. It was a deeper, more masculine tone.

“What the hell is happening to me?” he gasped, trying to tug at the restraints, but he was too weak. His entire body felt alien to him, as though it belonged to someone else.

“Just relax,” Cassie said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s all part of the process. You’ll get used to it. This is who you’re meant to be.”

Zach couldn’t understand what was happening. It wasn’t just his body that was changing. His mind seemed to be slipping as well—like his thoughts were becoming clouded with confusion, slowly overtaken by the growing sense of strength, dominance, and something else—something he hadn’t felt before.

“Cassie, please,” he begged. “You can’t do this!”

“I can, and I will,” she said with a flick of her wrist. “You’re the perfect foundation. I’m just making you the perfect guy for me. You’re going to be everything I want in a boyfriend.”

Zach’s panic grew as she activated the device again. His body buckled, and with each passing second, it morphed more into something he didn’t recognize. His muscles swelled, his shoulders broadening, his chest growing more defined.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that changed. He could feel it—the shift in his mind. His thoughts, once filled with video games, books, and a quiet, nerdy existence, were starting to fade. In their place were thoughts of power, sports, and girls—Cassie, in particular. He was becoming someone else entirely.

And then, a strange sensation began at the top of his head. His hair. He could feel it shifting, like something pulling at it from the roots. His thick curls—once unruly and wild—began to flatten, the familiar texture becoming straighter and sleeker by the second.

It was as if his hair itself was being reshaped, straightened, darkened. The soft curls he had always worn with pride now transformed into a neat, short, dark brown mane that laid perfectly against his scalp. The thickness remained, but now the texture was different—smooth, sleek, and controlled. His hair fell just above his forehead in a stylish, masculine cut that complemented the broadness of his face.

He reached up, instinctively running his fingers through his hair. It was... perfect. His new hair felt like it was made for him, as if it had always been this way.

When the transformation finally ceased, Zach—no, not Zach anymore—looked at himself in the mirror Cassie had placed in front of him.

Gone was the skinny, pale, awkward white boy he had been. In his place stood a tall, athletic Latino young man, with broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a confident, cocky grin on his face. His eyes, once soft and nerdy, now gleamed with a sense of self-assurance, and his name... it wasn’t Zach anymore.

Cassie’s grin widened. “Meet your new self. This is Alejandro. Your perfect self.”

Zach—Alejandro—barely registered his former name as it left her lips. He looked at himself in the mirror, and for the first time, he didn’t feel out of place. He felt right. His old self, the timid, shy boy, seemed like a distant memory—one that he no longer cared about. The nerdy, insecure parts of him were gone, replaced by someone confident, strong, and desirable.

Cassie stepped forward, her fingers brushing over his now chiseled chest. “You’re perfect,” she said. “Now, we can finally be together. The way it was always meant to be.”

Alejandro didn’t object. He didn’t feel the need to. Everything that once mattered—the books, the games, the quiet life—was far behind him. His mind was entirely focused on Cassie, on the life they could have, the adventures they could share. His identity was new, but it felt like it had always been him.

And as he looked down at Cassie, he smiled, his heart pounding with excitement.

Yes. This was who he was meant to be.

[blarshwritezz]

Hey, could you write me a Yandere JUICY gay enemies to loves story? Male yandere enemy x male reader. For example, yandere is such a tsundere when it comes to his love for the reader and his way of showing his love comes out as insults, bullying, etc. and the reader just so hates Yandere but is unaware how much his mean insults, that sometimes come out as hella flirty and gay, turn on the Yandere or how they get incredibly flustered when reader corners them. Just make it hella obviously gay and perhaps with a one-sided sexual tension from the yanderes perceptive if you write NSFW that is, thanks! (You can ignore this request if you want, it's okay :))

Heck yeah I can! But be warned, I've never written nsfw, so it may be bad- but I'll try just for you, anon!

Yandere Enemy x Reader

M yan x M reader (slight context: y'all in college)

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, noncon, slight degration

Another day, another fight between you and Enemy!Yan. The people around you had pretty much become totally numb to your constant bickering.

But to be fair, they wouldn't have to put up with this if he wasn't such a massive prick. You never even did anything! He was the one who kept taunting you.

He shouldn't do that. Nearly every time you retaliate, he ends up fumbling to speak. He's such an idiot, can't take what he dishes out. Absolutely pathetic...

And so here you were. Today's little fight had you pinning him against a wall, trying to keep your voice relatively calm. You caught him taking pictures of you in the damn hall! He was definitely planning to do something with those.

"Don't act so special, I would never ruin my phone with pictures of you!" Lies. He was covering up for the fact that he absolutely was taking pictures of you.

But how could he not? It was your fault you were sexy! You were just infuriating to him. What gave you the right to make him so fucking turned on all the time?!

"Shut up before I make you. Delete those damn pictures." You pressed your body up against him further. You were so close that every breath he took filled his lungs with your scent. You really expected him to not get hard?

Please make him shut up. Please gag him with your cock. Please.

"I don't have pictures of your atrocious face. How thick is your damn skull?" Of course he didn't have pics of your face! Mostly- not from last night at least. He was more focused on your ass other things.

You grabbed his jaw, making him use every fiber of his being to not moan. You gave him a warning, making sure he knew bad things awaited him if you saw some dumbass pictures of you around campus. Oh to know what punishment you would give him...

"You want them gone so damn bad? Delete them yourself!" He wormed his way out from between you and the wall, running off with his phone held above his head.

And of course, you chased after him.

He ran, all the way to his dorm. He threw his phone on his bed, and of course, you went after it. That gave him the perfect chance to lock the door.

You found his phone already unlocked, and when you opened it...

"How do you have all these pictures of m-" He clamped his hand over your mouth before you could finish asking about the photos seemingly taken when you swore you were completely alone in your dorm.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" His other hand slowly slid down your torso, working its way back up from under your shirt. "Always threatening me in ways you know will get me all hot and bothered, then not helping me out. How can you be so mean?"

He pushed you down further on the bed, starting to slowly grind against your thigh. His hand that was under your shirt, gliding over your chest, lowered further and further. All the way to your cock, grasping it through your pants.

You bit his hand as hard as you could, hoping it might help, but the action only elicited a pleasures whimper from him.

"Keep doing that, and make sure to lick it too. You'll need it for what I'm planning."

You squirmed as he lowered your pants and underwear in one swift motion, letting your cock spring free. Embarrassingly enough, you were already hard from all this.

"It's even better up close..."

He could help but give you a hand job. Slow and steady, savoring every second of this. He ran his fingers across each and every vein, keeping his thumb over your tip to stop you from cumming too soon.

Every now and then he'd surprise you; tightening his grip, increasing his speed, stopping for a brief moment just to get right back at it. He was turning you into a whimpering, pathetic mess.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic..." He let go of your mouth in order to hold your thighs apart slightly.

He moved his head between them, taking a nice long lick up your shaft before engulfing you with his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around your tip and making you moan.

"Sto- ngh!~ Fuck..."

He chuckled at your attempt to tell him to stop, the sound vibrating around your dick.

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his hair tightly, forcing yourself all the way down his throat as you came.

He eagerly swallowed your load, choking on it before releasing you from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Fuck, you taste damn good..." He groaned, wiping a few drops of your cum from his chin.

He mixed it with his own spit in his hand, using it to lube up his aching member before flipping you on your stomach and thrusting into you suddenly.

He could've cum right then and there just from feeling your tight asshole squeezing around him, but he held back. Well, not enough to keep himself from pounding into you, regardless of how ready you were or how much you wanted it.

His pace was brutal, every thrust seeming harder and harder. The only way he was able to keep (somewhat) silent was by trailing hickeys down your neck and shoulders, holding your head up by your hair.

"Such a good boy...you my bitch now?" Through grunts and moans he whispered in your ear. "This is what you get for being a damn tease. Fuck...yeah, you're my fucking bitch now. My little bitch boy..."

He started jerking you off again as he rearranged your guts, driving you closer to another climax.

"Now be a good whore and cum for me."

Yet again, as if your body just naturally wanted to do what he said, you bust a nut. And with a few more deep thrusts, so did he, painting your insides white.

He didn't pull out of you for a good few minutes, just laying there and holding you, until finally he whispered: "You didn't think I was done, did you?~"

I think this is the longest one I've done so far! I hope it was satisfactory!

[bwobgames]

"We went to some waterfalls last year. They are some hidden beauty kind of thing we saw on tiktok, so we wanted to explore.

We set up our tents in an area that wasn't meant for camping.

We are kind of experts in the field so we didn't think much of it.

The place was... certainly cold. And rocky and... humid. The trek took a good amount of effort.

We had it , really! but um...

Things are not so easy at night

Paolo was my brother. He woke up in the middle of the night to get fresh air or something like that, i dont know, but.

He... he slip in the rocks and fell.

We found out in the morning"

Oliver tries his best to supress the picture that comes into his mind.

He fell. That's what they all said.

"Those waterfalls... We'll be passing through that area tonight"

“I… I’m kinda hoping to see him. I hope the train lets me see him”

"I hope he gets in"

Oliver cannot suppress the shiver that runs down his spine

“The news had a picture of us that was way too good for something so morbid”

He shows his phone background. It’s five friends taking a picture in front of a waterfall.

“Can I see the article?”

“Vivi!”

“Uh. My condolences. Can I see the article?”

“Sure, let me… Ah shit. No signal”

“What…?”

(No, no. Don’t Panic just yet. Breath in, Calm down, and Analyse. The BCA method.)

He looks out the window and sees nothing but trees

Ah. They left the city already. That was quick, not going into traffic really makes a difference.

Trains are awesome.

“We’re out of range for phone signal, I believe. We are out of the city. When we reach somewhere more urban, we should get it back”

Although he is not sure if this train is going to pass through any urban place like buses do. That would be incredibly efficient. Awful for this situation but he’s not going to blame the train for it.

Wait, is his love for trains the house’s effect? Wait, no, that could just be the autism. Did the train give him autism??

Much to discuss.

“Excuse me, sorry for us keeping you guys busy, I’m sure you are tired. Let me show you where the bedroom cabins are”

“(Ah! My manners!)”

“Thank you! This bag has been killing me!”

And so they leave.

“We’ll be okay. We’ll be okay! There’s no murderous maniac here. And it’s not that big of a place! I think. We’ll be fine”

Ángel is doing a commendable job keeping himself together

It’s… inspiring

“When has a house ever taken us down, yeah?”

“Yeah! We have the power of gay love!”

He suddenly looks at Vivi.

“And gay friendship!”

Vivi is… fixated on a photo.

“Vivi?”

“Hm? What? Yes? Gay love or something yeah? Yahoo!”

“What are you looking at?”

“Uh, nothing! It’s just… I really hate the lighting in this photo! That must be the house effect. Making me bad at lighting.”

“Uh. Anyways. Yeah, it’s probably nothing. Be right back!”

And so she leaves

He also didn’t realize the kids left as well. Is just him and Ángel now.

“I’ll see what she’s hiding. I have unbanned war tactics that will make her fess up”

“I don’t think the sad kitty eyes will work on her”

“No, no. That’s my tactic for you. I need to bring out different tactics with her. She’s a strong enemy”

They are always so dramatic those two.

He is a bit… saddened, That Vivi is hiding something from him. He’s never been that good at friendship, seeing Vivi and Ángel’s relationship got him wishing for something like that.

Of course, Ángel and Vivi have been friends since they were kids, and he only knows her for these last few years but-

He really hopes this is… something unrelated. And in no way reflective of his friendship with her.

He will trust. Because that’s what friends do.

“Stick with someone, please? Even if it’s just a worker, or stay in your room! Or- or the bathroom! Just-“

“I’ll be safe”

“…Yeah. Yeah, you always are”

“But if something happens, you scream, okay? Scream at the top of your lungs! Like you did at the Los Bunkers concert, okay?”

“I’ll keep it in mind. In case of danger, I ask for an encore”

“…I love you”

Ah! Sudden emotional attack! What a dirty trick!

“So just sit here and look pretty, okay? Be right back!”

Woah! Woahwoahwoah! Affection! Direct attack!

One day. One day he’ll stop reacting like a teen boy with a crush. And then he’ll see! Everyone will see!

“(…Maybe if we are quiet… surely the other cabins won’t hear, right…?)”

“(No, No. Bad Oliver. Wait until home. Where there’s showers and privacy)”

Willing his thoughts about his gorgeous boyfriend to settle, he plans his next move.

It’s 9 pm

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