#[ the slap bet is the best thing we ever came up with and by we i mean ]

[prxncecharming]

                               YOU JUST GOT SLAPPED                                                            ACROSS THE FACE MY FRIEND

Independent Captain Hook & Prince Charming Blogs that are probably too exclusive to write with you anyway written by Lucas and Nadia.

[starlightsuffered]

Mustache

Info -Timothée with a mustache, needy Timmy. Not cumming for 64 days, refilling balls, lots of cum, oral (Fem receiving), cum drunk, unprotected sex, eating out after being cummed inside, making reader lick cum off mustache

"Timmy!" I said in surprise when I picked him up at the airport. He was sporting a mustache and a new haircut.

He looked dashing and very French.

"Do you like it? I thought l'd try it out," he smirked.

"Yes, I love it, you're so handsome," I said. I kissed him delicately but it seemed he had other plans. He rutted his hips forward into mine, and I felt his hard length.

"Timothée," | chuckled.

"Been thinking of you so much, you live rent free in my mind. I haven't fucked you in so long," he whined.

"Then why don't we go to the bathroom so you can fill me with cum," I giggled.

"Oh can we?" He begged.

"Yes," I said. He was yanking me desperately. Finally we were in the bathroom and it was locked.

"Sixty four days," he gritted out.

"What?" | asked as he pulled up my dress.

"That's how many days it takes balls to be completely full. I haven't made myself cum in sixty four days. I have eight billion sperm for you, but I bet you can drain me in one go with your goddess like pussy," he whispered and then shoved himself inside me to the hilt.

"Oh Timothée, the things you say make me dizzy with need," I whined. His thrusts were so deep. He captured my lips. I was panting into his mouth because it felt so damn good.

"How did you do it, you love to cum?" I asked him, my hand running down his body to squeeze his swollen balls.

"Thinking of filling you, the way my load would be huge, how good your pussy would feel compared to my hand, that's how," he gasped.

"You feel so good, I missed you so much. You've got to come with me next time, please, I can't live without you and this perfect pussy," he whined desperately.

"Yes, yes, oh Timmy, your huge balls are slapping me. You have so much cum for me don't you," I whimpered, just as needy as him.

"Every single sperm is wriggling, dying to get where they belong, inside your perfect cunt," he moaned.

"And I think I'm gonna!" He couldn't finish as his cock exploded. Rope after rope and it didn't seem like he was stopping anytime soon. He just kept whining and cumming. I was so turned on I screamed and my pussy clenched around him desperately.

"Mon amour, I can't stop! I can't stop cumming in your pussy, I feel like I'm transferring my soul to you through my cock!"

"It's okay, it's good, it's so fucking good!" | cried. With a final thrust his hose of a cock stopped cumming.

"Fifteen," I said dazedly, absolutely cum drunk. He was on his knees in an instant. He was lapping at me, then pushing his cum deeper inside me with his tongue. When he really dove in I realized his mustache had other benefits. It was very stimulating.

"Oh your juice, it's the best thing l've ever tasted," he moaned. The sound vibrated in my cunt.

"Timmy, your mustache, feels so good," I whined.

"Mmmmmm," he groaned in my pussy. I felt so blissed out that I shamelessly humped his face, he seemed to like that because he grabbed handfuls of my ass to urge me forward.

"Timothée I'm going to come!" I whimpered. My hips jutted forward with the strength of my orgasm. I was gasping and feeling up my breasts as I came.

"That was so good," I breathed. He stood up with a smirk, his new mustache was slick.

"Lick our cum off my mustache," he ordered.

"What!" I said in shock of his dirty mind.

"I said," he moved closer, still smirking. "Lick it off."

I moved forward and my tongue lapped at the hair. I moaned.

"I need to get you home."

[daddynattt]

Can u write a short little blurb of something like dirty and nasty of g!p natasha x reader you write it so hot just something like super filthy

idk why this idea came to me but 👀 hope you enjoy

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: nat has a penis, cock warming, public sex, possessive nat, dirty talk, degrading, daddy and breeding kink, mentions of maria hill

You’re sitting on Natasha’s lap, her thick cock deep inside you as you cock warm her, you’re dripping onto her lap as you’re unbelievably wet from being so horny and needy for her. The two of you haven’t had sex in three days and you’re going crazy without it. You whimper as you move against her, yelping when you feel a slap against your puffy pussy as her hands are sitting on your thighs underneath your skirt.

“Shut your little whore mouth and don’t make any sound or else Daddy is gonna take you off” you purse your lips to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to get off her lap and stop. 

You see the rest of the Avengers piling into the meeting room, smiling at everyone that walks in one by one and takes their seat. The table in the middle of the room is huge and it covers what you and Natasha are doing, the two of you at the far end away from the rest, but nobody ever suspects a thing because it’s common for the two of you to be in this position where you’re always seated in her lap. You look towards Maria and give her a wave and a smile as she enters. The two of you used to hook up but it didn’t work out and when you met Natasha, you were instantly hooked. You feel Natasha squeeze your waist roughly, making you jump at the sudden contact, a small moan leaving your mouth at the sudden movement of her inside you and her possessiveness over you.

“You alright over there Y/n?” you give Steve a smile and nod.

“Great, so let’s get this meeting started. Tony? Pull up the video. Okay everyone, there’s been another threat going around-“ you zone out his voice as the immense pleasure you are feeling at the moment from Natasha inside you takes over your whole body, and you try your best to keep your eyes open and focused on the screen to at least pretend you’re paying attention, no thoughts in your head other then cumming all over her cock.

“Y/n?” you shake your head and blink as you look around the room to everyone staring at you, and you look to the screen to see it turned off. How long were you zoned out for?

“I think Y/n and I will be perfect together for this mission. We work perfectly together, isn’t that right sweetheart?” a wink is sent your way, and before you have the chance to say anything, you’re being pushed off Natasha’s lap, her hold on you possessive as she pushes your skirt up and bends you over the table, bottoming out inside you and fucking you deep and hard into the table in front of the whole team making your eyes widen. You are so worked up that you can’t help the loud moan that comes out, your eyes instantly rolling back as she pounds you from behind in front of everyone to see. 

“You see this Maria? You see how she instantly gets all cock dumb for me and me only? You’ll never get to fuck her again. I own this pussy” her words cause you to become more wet then you already are, you’re nothing but a whimpering, moaning mess, and the only thing on your mind is that you want to cum. You’re completely fucked out that you don’t notice the shock on people’s faces, and everyone running out of the room except Maria as she’s glued to her seat as she watches the scene in front of a her. 

“Daddy please! I need to cum can I cum? Please please please” she roughly grabs your hair into

a fist, pulling your head up and making you look at Maria as she pounds you hard from behind, your skin slapping against each other and she stares at your fucked out face, her shock evident but she can’t seem to look away or get out of the room. 

“You like Maria watching you get fucked? Hmm baby? Yeah I bet you do because you’re nothing but a dirty little slut all for me. Who do you belong to? Who owns this pussy? Tell her!” you yelp as she delivers a hard slap to your butt, the stinging pain making you that much closer to your release.

“You! I belong to you Daddy, you own me. Please!”

“That’s right baby, such a good girl for me, fuck i’m gonna cum inside your greedy little pussy, you hear that Maria? Gonna cum so much inside her till she’s pregnant. Cum for me now baby” that was all you needed to hear as you cum hard around her cock, your breathing heavy and your legs shaking as they feel like jello, and you let out a needy whimper as you feel her shoot her load inside of you filling you up.

“Oh Maria, I think it’s safe to say her and I work much more perfectly together, wouldn’t you agree?” she pulls out, her cum starts dripping out of your gaping hole, and you feel her pushing it back in with her finger. She grabs you by the hair and pulls you down onto your knees, looking down at you and painting your lips with your cum as she parts them open. 

“Now open your mouth and suck my cock and show Maria just how much of a little dirty cock whore you are for me only”

[yeonzzzn]

🫂 touch me again: yeonjun x reader | friends to lovers | warnings: some spice ♡

i don’t want to be just friends...

[3.0k words] ☆ [pls do not repost]

You thought nothing of it when you stared into his eyes. It shouldn’t have been any different than any other time. But this time it was. 

He’s your best friend, so when he called you up for just a normal hangout day, you weren’t expecting the outcome of it. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, you let out a small sigh knowing damn well he was losing his patients. 

You answered the call, “Yeonjun I am quite literally walking into the building right now.”

 “Hurry up dude!” he exhales, “I am STARVING!” 

You rolled your eyes, “I’m walking as fast as my legs can take me up these stairs you know.” 

You turned the corner to see Yeonjun standing in the doorway to his dorm, phone up to his ear, staring back at you, and pouting. 

Ending the call, you scoff, “You literally could have met me downstairs but instead decided to stand in the doorway?” 

“I literally just walked out.” he shrugs. 

You raise a brow at him, “I don’t believe you.” 

His pout gets worse, “Just hurry inside I want my ramen.” 

Yeonjun turns on his heels, walking inside. You had no choice but to follow behind him. 

You walk in? closing the door behind you and kicking your sneakers off. 

You noticed how quiet the dorm was. “Where's everyone else?” 

“Soobin is with Namjoon Hyung, Beomgyu and Taehyun are at HYBE, and Kai is spending the day with his family.” Yeonjun took the bag of ramen from your hands, licking his lips as he pulled the packages from the bag and got everything prepared in the kitchen. 

“Everyone's out having a good time and you chose to be stuck with me?” you joked. 

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, “we grew up together and my best friend you are just as important as everyone else.” 

You chuckle, taking a seat at the table, “You really haven’t changed a bit since getting famous huh?” 

“Nope! Just got even better than before.” 

You rolled your eyes, “whatever you say.” 

You both spent the rest of that time watching Yeonjun cook the ramen. Listening to him sing to himself. 

You always loved his voice and knew from the beginning he would be a superstar someday. It was his destiny. 

He placed the bowl of ramen in front of you, “time to eat!” 

While you both ate, the topics of what has been going on in each other's lives came up. Nothing was ever new on your part, besides things in college or family issues. But Yeonjun always treated your stories as if they are on the same par as his own life. 

“Oh! I bought that new Mario Kart game for my Switch.” Yeonjun mentioned.

You twirled the noodles with your chopsticks, “about time you did. I was getting bored of kicking your ass at super smash bros.” 

He dropped his utensils on the table giving you a side eye, “You literally button smash Y/N.” 

You smile up at him, shaking your head, “No you just suck.” 

Yeonjun scoffs, turning his head away from you, licking his bottom lip, “Okay, we will have a bet. Whoever wins three races in Mario Kart, the loser has to take the other shopping.” 

You rolled your eyes, “it’s always shopping with you.” 

“It’s called staying up with the latest trends and fashion baby, learn it.” 

Yeonjun practically skipped to his room, and you slowly followed behind him. 

He sets up the gaming system and you sit on the edge of his bed. 

Yeonjun sits beside you, handing you one of the joycons, “ready to lose?” he winked. 

You gave him a side eye, “In your dreams.” 

Before you knew it, the three races were over, and you indeed did lose.” 

“YES!!! Shopping spree!!” Yeonjun cheers, flinging himself back onto his bed.

You laid back beside him, covering your face with your hands, “I don’t remember ever being this terrible at Mario Kart, you totally cheated Yeonjun!” 

“I absolutely did not, in fact, cheat, you’re just a sore loser!” 

You looked over at him, his hand was shaped into an L on his forehead. You reached over, slapping his hand away from his head, “Shut up!” 

Yeonjun shoves your shoulder, “Sore loser sore loser!” 

You push him back, the both of you laughing. 

Yeonjun had the biggest smile, and it was one of your favorite things about him. 

He slowly turns and looks at you. You stare back into his eyes like you always do. Eye contact was important in your friendship. But something was different this time. 

Your heart rate was slowly increasing. What is this feeling? And why are you feeling it? You’ve looked at his smug face a million times, why is this one different?

Before you could answer your own question, you stopped thinking completely. 

His hand reached across to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. 

He pressed his lips against yours. They were so warm and inviting, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. 

You couldn’t get enough of him. You needed more. As if you lost all your air and he became the oxygen. 

Yeonjun runs his hand down your back, hooking his finger in the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer to him. 

Your bodies touched. Your hands flew into his hair. His hands searched your body. First running to the back up your head, back down to your ass slowly giving it a squeeze and down to your thigh, raising it up and over his hip. 

He slowly licks your bottom lip, waiting for his offer to be accepted. You open your mouth just wide enough for his tongue to come through. 

Your tongues danced together in the perfect rhythm.

Yeonjun lets out a soft moan, squeezing your thigh tightly and it sends chills down your spine. 

He pulls you on top of him, both hands resting on your hips. Your hands found the sides of his neck, your thumb slowly tracing his jawline feeling the moment of it with every kiss. 

The front door opens then follows the sound of four voices. 

You both quickly jumped up and away from each other, you standing across the room, while Yeonjun sat up in his bed running his hands through his hair. 

The laughter of Soobin, Taehyun, Beomgyu, and Kai filled the other room, completely changing the air in this room. 

You looked over at Yeonjun and he slowly looked up at you. 

The realization of what just happened between the two of you clicked at once. 

A boundary was crossed and now your friendship has changed. 

Yeonjun seemed to realize it too. He slowly starts to stand up, “Y/N, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened or came over me.” 

You couldn’t find the right words to speak, all you could do was look back at your best friend. You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. Your emotions were tied into a knot. 

“I need to go.” was the only thing you could say, and you made it your mission to get out of the dorm as fast as possible. 

“Y/N, please don’t go.” Yeonjun reached for you, but you were already out of the room. 

The boys noticed you walking out, you gave them hellos and goodbyes, quickly stepping foot out of the dorms. 

“What’s wrong with her? Did something happen?” Taehyun asked. 

Soobin noticed it too. Something seemed off. 

Soobin found Yeonjun hunched over sitting on his bed, his leg was shaking and he had a tight grip of his hair on the back of his head. 

“Hyung.” Soobin said. 

Hearing his voice made Yeonjun jump, he quickly looked up at his leader, “Hey Soobin.” 

Soobin looks out at the front door, then back at Yeonjun, “Did you fight?” 

Yeonjun raised a brow, trying to play it off that he didn’t know what Soobin could be talking about, “what?” 

“Y/N,” he sighed, “it’s not like her to just walk out like that. She seemed upset. What happened?” 

Yeonjun looked away from his leader, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Debating if talking about what just happened with his lifelong best friend was the right move. 

“Yeonjun.” 

And that was all it took. Yeonjun quickly stood up, facing his leader and second best friend, “I kissed her!”

Soobin raises both his brows, studying his hyung’s face carefully. 

“I kissed her okay, that’s what happened.” Yeonjun rolled his eyes, falling back down onto his bed. “I don’t know what came over me. We were just hanging out like normal, everything was normal, nothing was out of place but just…the moment I looked at her…” 

Soobin nodded, taking a seat beside him.

“I remember not thinking about anything. Just looked at her and into her eyes and the next I know, we were kissing. I escalated it further and who knows where it would have gone if you guys didn’t come home. And by the time I realized what we just did, she was running out the door.” 

“Well,” Soobin started, “you guys are best friends, grew up together, families are friends, everything. You crossed a line that has never been spoken about or even thought out. Y/N probably does not know how to respond to this.” 

Yeonjun shook his head, “I figured that but..”

“Hey, no none of that, don’t beat yourself up over it,” Soobin wrapped his arm around him, “She seemed deep in thought when she left, just give her time, okay?” 

Yeonjun nodded. 

“Another question?”

“Alright?” 

“Do you have feelings for her?” 

Yeonjun shakes his head, “Soobin, I have no idea. I don’t know. I never saw her as anything more than my best friend.”

All Soobin could do was nod and try his best to cheer up his friend, “Don’t beat yourself up. Give her some time.”

Two days have passed and all Yeonjun wanted to do was pick up his phone and call you. To apologize a million times over and make it right. But he was afraid you’d reject his calls and text or write him off completely. 

He was terrified to lose you. 

Two days turned into a week. Which is the longest either of you has gone without some sort of contact. 

Yeonjun slashed water in his face, looking up at himself in the mirror, watching the water trail down his face, stopping at the corner of his lip. 

He reached up, tracing his fingers over his lips. The memory of you came back to his mind. The feeling of your lips connected to his. The way your body moved against his. The sound of your breathing. How perfectly synced you were. How life is so wrong without you standing beside him. 

Yeonjun pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing your number. 

You sat at your desk, turning the pages of your textbook, doing some last-minute studying to keep your mind busy. 

It’s been a week since you’ve talked to him. And you regretted every day of that week walking out the way you did. It shouldn’t have ended up like this. 

He’s your best friend, who you’ve shared your entire world with. How could you have let things end this way?

As if on cue, your phone rings. Yeonjun’s name lights up. 

You slowly pick up your phone, counting down from three before answering the call. 

You didn’t have a chance to speak because he was already speaking, “Y/N,” he softly said your name, “meet me at HYBE.” 

Yeonjun was already waiting outside for you when you arrived. His head hung down, staring off into the distance, he did not know you have even arrived yet. 

You softly looked at him. He wore his favorite white tank top that perfectly showed off his muscular arms. A faded pair of blue jeans ripped at the knees and a black pair of Converse. The streetlamp he stood under shined on him like a spotlight. The summer breeze blew his hair against his cheeks.  

You knew you couldn’t stare at him much longer before he noticed you.

“I’m here,” Yeonjun looked up at you. His face might not have shown how happy he was to see you, but his eyes said it all, “why did you call me out here?”

He walked over to you, sliding his hands into his jean pockets, looking off into the distance, and licking his bottom lip, “Take a walk with me.”

You followed behind him, still confused as to why you had to meet him at his place of work. 

“Practice today?” you asked.

Yeonjun nodded, “Dance practice, Soobin had a meeting and then we all discussed future plans for the group. 

You nodded, “Could have just called me and talked if you were busy.”

“I’m not busy, plus I wanted to see you.”

You stopped walking. Your heart felt like it was about to burst. All you wanted was to see him but thought after everything that happened, you two would not be able to be friends anymore. Everything was ruined. 

Yeonjun turned around, concern filling his face, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah, just haven’t seen you in a while.”

He nodded too, “Yeah it has been a minute.”

Yeonjun could feel how uncomfortable you were. Things were different between the two of you. He knows that, but still tried to lighten the mood anyways. “Plus, you still owe me a shopping trip.”

You scoff, shaking your head, and continued walking ahead of him, “You called me out of my apartment at nine o’clock at night just to drag me on a walk about your company building to remind me about your shopping addiction? You’re really something Choi Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun sighs, as he watched you walk away from him, but this time he’s not going to let you go. 

“Want to know the actual reason I called you out here?”

You stopped walking, afraid to turn around and look at him. 

“Look, Y/N, I am truly sorry for what happened…but I do not regret it.”

You slowly turned and faced him, “Why?”

Yeonjun softly smiles, “Because I am in love with you idiot.”

Your heart completely stops at hearing those words, and you lost your breath as he slowly walks closer to you. 

“I think I have always loved you,” he continues, “but I was blinded by our friendship and deep down was scared if I made the wrong move I would lose you and I cannot lose you, Y/N.”

You shook your head, “But I ruined everything! I walked away and did not even try to-”

“No we are not doing this,” he interrupted, “you did nothing wrong, it was all me. I am the one that decided to cross that line. I am the one who ruined our friendship.”

“Yeonjun,” you sighed, “I had just as much part of it as you did.”

You stare into his eyes, trying to read every thought that was going through that beautiful head of his. 

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he takes one step closer, “I am in love with you. I always have been and I was a fool to not see it sooner than when I did. I can’t get you out of my head,” he takes another step closer, “I can’t stop thinking about how you looked that day, the way you looked back at me while we were in my bed. The way your lips felt on mine, the way you tasted.”

Yeonjun was nearly inches away from your face, slowly backing you up against the wall of his company building. 

He places his hands on the sides of your head against the wall, “The way your body felt against mine and how perfect you felt in my hands,” he rests his forehead against yours, “I can’t sleep in my bed without remembering you on top of me and hearing the sounds of your sexy breathing ringing in my brain from the way I was touching you.”

Your heart raced against your chest. His lips were inches away from yours, and his body’s heat radiated to yours. You felt as if you have stopped breathing, and the only way to get that oxygen was to breathe him in. 

“I going to give you two options,” he exhaled, “either tell me to move and I will respect your space and leave you alon-”

“Touch me again.” you quietly whispered. 

“What?” he asked lifting his forehead from yours. 

“I said touch me again,” you took a deep breath, “Kiss me, grab me, run your hands over every inch of me. Breathe me completely in. Use me as your drug, as your oxygen. Make love to me right here if you’d want, do everything you want to me except let me walk away from you.”

And that was all it took. His lips connected to yours. He pinned you completely against the wall, his hands squeezing your hips. His body completely pressed against yours. 

“I think that was the sexiest thing I have ever heard you say.” Yeonjun chuckled against your lips, “I am so turned on right now, if we weren’t right outside my workplace, I would so fuck you right here.”

You ran your hands through his hair, softening the kiss, “I’m in love with you too, Yeonjun. I also always have known too deep down. I always felt some sort of jealousness when you liked some other girl, and always felt relieved when it wouldn’t work out, and just told myself it was because you deserved better than what they were.”

“But I did deserve better than them, I deserved you.” Yeonjun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, “It has always been you, Y/N. It has always been us, just took us twenty-plus years to realize it.” he chuckled. 

All you could do was smile at him. Not only did you get your best friend back, but you gained the love of your life. 

“So how about I ditch the rest of my practice and we quickly head back to the dorms, because wooo if we don’t I might actually take you right here and now.”

You smiled even brighter, “last one to the dorms owes the other a shopping spree.” and you took off running, the sounds of Yeonjun’s laughter following behind you.

“We haven’t changed, and I am so in love with it.”

[syringesyrup]

6/17 Phantom & Swiss?

i got confused but i DID MY BEST!

nsfw below cut

The closet isn’t the most comfortable place for them to do this, in Phantom’s opinion. His face is pressed into the wall, and he’s knocked over two bottles of cleaner already. He feels a bit ashamed, doing something so nasty in a closet full of cleaning supplies.

“Hey look,” Swiss had said as he closed the door on them. “they prepped just for us.”

That was then. This is now.

Now being Phantom having to stuff his tie into his own mouth and conjure up every ounce of self control he has in this mortal body to make himself stay quiet.

Swiss yanks at his horn, pulling Phantom back into a rougher thrust. It makes the smaller ghoul’s eyes water and he chokes on the cloth in his mouth, groaning quietly as he stares back and up at Swiss.

Swiss grins down at him. It’s bright and white despite the darkness of the small space and it only makes the hot bubbling feeling in Phantom’s gut boil and threaten to spill over.

Swiss gives him another thrust, bordering on too much, and Phantom sobs into the cloth. It’s beyond soaked at this point and not doing the job it was supposed to do. Phantom whimpers, his ears drooping as his eyes start to roll back.

“Shh.” Swiss snakes a hand up and places it over his own lips. There’s a golden glow in his eyes that dances with a blood red. Just another thing that makes Phantom’s cock leak and drip onto the floor. He’s going to have to clean that up. There’s a lot he's going to have to clean up in here.

“You want ‘em to hear?” Swiss tilts his head down at him, putting on an innocent face as he adjusts his grip on Phantom’s thin black horn and gathers some of his hair with it. He tugs again, making Phantom’s boots slide against the floor as he kicks up at the sensation. He moans again, rocking himself back against Swiss’ hips.

“Ohh.” Swiss coos with that same sinister grin. “I bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

The shame hits Phantom before he can even register what Swiss has said to him. Yes. He wants to say. I’d love it.

He’d be honored to let everyone hear how good he was getting it from Swiss.

“Bet you’d love if someone just yanked that door open right when you cum, huh?” Swiss laughs as he leans down, pressing his chest to Phantom’s back and sliding a hand under him. He slides his hand over Phantom’s cock, slicking it up with his own pre as he begins to jerk him in earnest.

Phantom kicks again, making a strangled noise against the cloth between his teeth as Swiss grinds into him. Swiss breathes in, bathing in the sweet scent Phantom releases as Swiss’ hand slides over him in rough strides.

Phantom’s eyes roll back again. He’s so close he can fucking taste it. He swears he can taste Swiss too, deep in his throat despite the fact that Swiss’ dick has been nowhere near his mouth during this.

What a shame.

“Oh, who could it be?” Swiss hums. “Eeny, meeny, miny-“ Swiss sing songs before he pulls Phantom’s tie from his mouth, releasing the smaller ghoul from the prison he put himself in.

“Rain.” Phantom moans, long and drawn out like the water ghoul is the one fucking him.

“Ah.” Swiss smiles. “You’re lucky he isn’t here. He’d make a mess of you, lovebug.”

Swiss’ ear flicks as he snakes a hand around Phantom’s throat, squeezing ever so slightly. Phantom gasps, reaching up to grab at Swiss’ arm.

“Or…” Swiss grins against his ear and Phantom is so close. Too close.

“We could…” And Phantom is right there. His thighs shake and a broken little whimper falls from his lips, coming out shaky as Swiss squeezes his throat.

“Let him watch?” Swiss breathes, licking into Phantom’s ear as he gives him a rather hard thrust that slaps against Phantom’s ass. The smaller ghoul reels back, arching against Swiss as he comes hotly into the multi ghoul’s palm with a wrecked cry.

He comes down slowly, not even realizing that Swiss came with him. He lets the multi ghoul clean him up, peppering him with kisses and praises. Phantom sighs, falling into his arms with a low and fucked out groan. Swiss chuckles, wrapping his arms around the smaller ghoul and kissing his forehead again.

Swiss’ phone goes off. He groans, unwrapping his arm from Phantom as he fishes his phone from his pocket and peers down at it. The brightness makes him squint in the surrounding darkness before he brings the phone to his ear with a raised brow.

“Yellow?” Swiss says into it, making Phantom smile.

“You know I can hear you two, right?” A voice cuts through. “My room is right under that closet.”

Phantom and Swiss stare at each other.

“Heyyy Rainy.” Swiss smiles nervously. Phantom swallows hard, a bead of sweat already forming at his temple. He’s in for a long night.

[skinbeneaththeskull]

Dilf Dave being furious with you and fucking you like an animal, pushing you to the edge but the moment he sees you can't take it anymore he slows down, kisses your cheeks and praises you for being his good girl

IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I NEED HIM

AAAAA HIM IN THIS ERA HEAR ME OUT

ok i can just imagine you and him going out to eat and some dude comes up to you saying you look beautiful and asks for your number or something, not really noticing that Dave was there cus he thought he was your uncle or sum 😭 (old man core) and you thank him which absolutely gets Dave pissed. if anyone complimented you of course you're going to reply, but that stare that Dave was giving this man scared him off. he wrote his number of a napkin, sliding it to you before leaving.

after you two finished, Dave didn't say anything on the ride home, him gripping the steering wheel tight.

of course you noticed, so you asked him what the problem was.

"that asshole at the restaurant."

was all he said before you let out a small laugh.

"he was only complementing me, hun-"

"yeah, well he probably wants to fuck your brains out if he had the chance."

he groaned before he looked at you, eyes full of anger and lust.

"and you're mine. you understand that? im the only one who gets to fuck that pussy, got that?"

his tone was getting more demanding, him talking through gritted teeth.

"i said, do you fucking got that? i know you can hear me, slut."

his harsh words sent chills up your spine, you just nodded, "mhm! yes sir-" you rushed out before he parked and walked inside with you.

he only let you take off your heels before he pushed you over the arm of the couch, you folded over for him with your ass in the air.

"need to make sure you know who you belong to. don't you think?"

he grunted behind you, unbuckling his belt before he pushed up your dress and smacked your ass with it.

you let out a squeal, moaning into the cushions. "please!" you whined.

"yeah, that's what i thought, baby.."

he pulled back your hips, gripping them tightly, putting two fingers into your cunt, lubricating them as he pulled out to rub it on his hard on.

"gonna fucking make sure everyone knows."

he said before shoving every inch of himself inside of you, thrusting harshly as his thighs clapped against your ass.

you were already gripping onto the cushions beneath you, whining as he kept going. he smacked your ass hard before he quickened his pace. the only thing being audible was your noises with skin on skin claps.

"Dave! Dave, baby-"

you couldn't help yourself, him getting harder by how loud you were being.

"hm? you like that? yeah you do. bet you can feel every fucking vein in this cock, can't you baby?"

he cooed, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"say.. why don't we call up your boyfriend and show him how good you're feeling princess?"

he grabbed your phone, typing the numbers in as he put it on speaker, putting the phone right next to your ear.

"hey! thought you weren't gonna call--"

"y-yeah! hi, how are you-?"

"good, now that im hearing your voice,"

"oh, yeah? heh- sorry about-"

your moans cut you off quickly.

"my GOD! Dave!! fuck, baby- feels so good i-"

Dave picked up your phone, chuckling.

"sorry out that, she's having the best dick ever. maybe she can call you back? bye."

he hung up shortly, throwing your phone on the ground softly.

you screamed before you drenched the couch switch your fluids. the phone immediately hanging up before your body went limp and all Dave was doing was using you as his personal little fuck toy.

"there you go.. wanna make daddy cum? fuck- keep squeezing around me, baby."

he was close and you obeyed him of course. Dave was constantly slapping your ass, groping it now.

"oh shit- 'm cumming.. gonna fill this cunt up real good, baby doll.."

he muttered before he did, breathing heavily once he came.

he reached down to kiss your cheek, cocok warming you now.

"did so well for me, my god. all mine? yeah?"

"m-mhm!! i-im all yours, daddy.."

"atta girl, so good for me."

[gabessquishytum]

Okay okay so i know i JUST sent that pervy hob creeping on waiter dream ask but i came up w more bc im not well.

Dream doesnt want anyone but his supervisor Lucienne to know hes Morpheus Endless bc hes 19 and everything is a catastrophic level of embarrassment at the age of 19 also hes afraid he might get picked on or hazed or something. Hes shy and most of the summer employees are his age but everyone is either nice or neutral but not mean. He gets invited to a few staff bonfires and kinda sits at the edge and keeps to himself bc hes never done this or been allowed to have friends before but its pleasant and sometimes someone will come over and make small talk to help him feel included. The Corinthian is a poolboy, he makes jokes about it constantly saying how hes trying to have as much gay sex as possible and being poolboy seemed the best bet. Hes charming and isnt weird about dream being sorta gender neutral/fluid and dream Likes him. The Corinthian saw hob slap dreams ass that first time and matthew told dream he had to physically hold the Corinthian back so he didn't go beat a guest up. Dream sits with the Corinthian on the dock and thanks him for his gallantry and the Corinthian is shy being alone w him all like "well,, i didnt do it for anything other than selfish reasons im hoping to get some nepo points when you go back home" and dream is all shook and worried now but the Corinthian laughs like "yeah you should've chose a different nickname if you didnt want to be associated with the god of SLEEP" but he doesn't tell anyone and even catches on to dreams vague rambling explanations of being Into hob which he only teases him a LITLLE for which is very generous in his opinion. Things get hot and heavy in both directions and its a proper YA summer romance love triangle. The Corinthian is kinda worried when dream texts him to come to hobs suite but hes kinda looking to get into it w this asshole anyway but when he shows up its hob who answers and dream is a blushy blissed out mess in the sheets and hob explains how dream was going to go to the Corinthian first and now hob wants to see what the Corinthian would have done to his darling now that his virginity is already taken now:) they have a really hot really psychosexual threesome and dream gets to take both of them in one night and go to bed pressed up between them❤️

-🔪

AHH yeah here's a link to the last resort au we talked about.

I always love the idea of Hob and Cori competing over Dream, and this is a really nice way for it happen. The love triangle is so tense and sexy.

Hob is still giving all his attention to Dream - flirting, touching, teasing him all day long. But there are moments when Dream actually has to do his job for half a moment instead of just being a toy for Hob to enjoy. When Dream is off folding towels or helping in the dining room, Hob takes the opportunity to pounce on Cori.

And Cori doesn't just accept it like Dream does. He calls Hob a dirty old man, threatens to report him, even holds the knife he was using to slice fruit to Hob’s throat at one point. Mostly its because he doesn't want to steal Dream’s man when he knows there's feelings there. But also, he's really enjoying the thrill of the chase.

So when he's invited to Hob’s suite, it's fair to say that the sexual tension is heavy. Cori pretends to be all focused on Dream (and he is!! Absolutely thrilled to get between Dream’s legs finally) but he's glancing at Hob the whole time, daring him to do something. Hob is only too happy to oblige.

Cori finally gets to fuck Dream (having Hob’s sloppy seconds is more of turn on than he'll ever admit). All while Hob tongue-fucks Cori's hole. Cori has never been rimmed like that before and he has to admit that Hob is talented. He barely lasts any time before coming inside Dream, but he can't even begin to care. This is the gay sex he was hoping for.

Cori is definitely getting those nepo points for making Dream cum. And don't tell anyone, but he totally sucked Hob’s dick. He had to do something to make sure that he's invited back for more!!

[chubbycelebs]

The Factory of Fatties (Part 2)

Following the exciting fattening of Sam, the group proceeded down a new corridor still as dark and inconspicuous as the first one. They then reach a large round door, about 10 feet high. "This is the fruit section of my factory. I have a lot of fruity sweets and we need as many berries as we can get. And from those berries we need the juice." The round door then opened and revealed a large room filled with pipes and machinery. The pipes were filled with different coloured liquids; blue, purple, red, green, orange etc. "This is my juice concentration room." The group slowly started to walk into the room, looking around the juice filled room. "Here is where we take the juice from the juicing room and concentrate it to get the most flavour out of it possible. It makes all my fruity sweets taste so juicy." The group was looking around the room watching the juice in the pipes fly over their heads. It smelt amazing in there, so sweet and fruity. "Now boys there's some taps around the room to taste the juice so go and have a taste of these fruit juices. They really are amazing."

Henry and Charlie went off to the apple pipe and found the tap over there. They both had mouthfuls of apples juice and was blown away by the flavour. "Oh Jesus Christ this is amazing" Henry said as Wonka walked up to these two. Charlie went in for another mouthful when Wonka put a hand on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't go crazy drinking these juices my boy. They are incredibly concentrated. They can fill you up with juice in seconds and we don't want another fat boy on our hands now do we?" Wonka said patting Charlie's exposed lower belly which was already full of sweets from the last room.

Over on the other side of the room, Will and Matt were by the blueberry tap. Matt had a mouthful and was blown away by the flavour. "Will come here you got to have some of this." Will had a mouthful and couldn't believe how juicy it was. "I bet you can't drink straight from the tap for a minute straight Will" Matt said daringly to his buddy. The competitive nature of Will took over him.

"Oh yeah? Just watch and weep" and with that Will put his lips to the tap and turned it on. He was gulping the juice being filled up with the sweet blueberry juice. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life. Matt was watching his friend and saw that it was approaching a minute and he was going to lose the bet. He also saw how the juice filled Will's belly and he needed to see his grow bigger so he went over to the tap and held it down. Will looked at his friend panicked now. He was slapping him to try and get him off the tap so he could breathe. Matt was just laughing at him watching his big bulky friend get bloated off blueberry juice. Will then hit Matt in the balls and Matt stumbled back and Will fell to the ground gasping for air. "What the fuck did you do that for dickhead!?"

"It's just funny innit. Plus you won the bet big boy" Matt said giving him a tap on his belly. Will didn't look happy at all and was angry at Matt for doing that but he was pleased he won the bet. However this momentary joy turned to worry when he saw Matt's face of confusion when looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, now worried.

"Your face Will... it's turning like blue..." Will's nose was a bright blue colour and this began to spread across his cheeks and forehead making its way down his chin and neck.

"What do you mean?" Will said now more panicked looking down at his body. He saw his arms and hands turn a deep blue colour now. He pulled off his hoodie and shirt and he saw that his soft belly and big pecs had also turned blue. "What have you done to me Matt?" Will now said with anger rather than panic.

Just then a rumble came from his soft belly. It even shook the fat that was already sitting on his blue gut. Will then felt a filling sensation, his stomach became so full and it wasn't stopping. He could see his belly begin to expand outwards, filling him up round pushing the waist line of his joggers down. The filling sensation then seemed to spread. He turned around and saw his ass inflate with juice, his thighs and arms following now getting bigger and bigger. His once slightly loose joggers now were skin tight across his thickening body. Will then felt his dick and balls fill up making him go hard. He became aroused by his filling body and his dick pressed hard against his tight joggers. It began to leak juice soaking his already stained trousers. His body was now filling up faster and faster. His round belly and chest growing further and further out requiring him to move his legs further apart and his arms to move to the side. His neck became engulfed into his massive double chin and his face rounded out now filling his cheeks with juice. His joggers couldn't contain his fat lower body and they split apart into shreds on the floor. His thin underwear left nothing to the imagination as they were soaked by his leaking arse and dick. He was getting so big and round now that his groin hit the floor making the blueberry boy moan loudly. He kept filling further and further upwards now. Already round he just grew bigger and bigger wobbling back and fourth. His large balls filled with so much juice and his pulsating dick oozing so much juice. He was about 10 foot tall by the time he stopped growing. He was so round and big and filled with juice. With one more pulse of juice his boxers ripped apart and his dick hit the floor causing him to moan once again.

Matt was stood speechless. He looked up at his huge friend and couldn't believe it. Matt was so horny right now, his own dick pulsating and leaking his own liquid. He was so excited seeing his friend get so big. Matt took off his top and went up to his friend and felt his round belly. It was slightly soft meaning he was perfectly ripe. He pressed his body against his belly feeling the juicy skin against his own. "What are you doin?" Will mumbled above him confused by his friends actions. Matt didn't reply straight away instead looking over at Wills big soaking wet cock. Matt put his hands on it followed by Wills moans.

"Are you horny big boy?" Matt asked as he started to rub his friends juicy member. He was answered with just muffled moans which was the only answer Matt needed. Matt began to stroke his friend's cock faster and fast. He stripped fully naked, exposing just how horny and hard he also was, and began rubbing up against it, his juice covering his body. Matt could feel his friend get closer and closer to climax. Matt became very excited and put his lips around the tip of his friend's cock sucking him off. Will couldn't hold it any longer and moaned loudly as he let out the biggest load he'd ever done before. Matt gulped down his friend's sweet juice every last drop which filled his belly. It was so much even his own toned stomach began to resemble a round belly.

"What is all that- oh jesus christ..." Wonka and the other two boys had ran round the corner to see what all that noise was. They were met with the sight of two naked blue boys. One round and 10 feet tall leaking juice from his nipples cock and arse hole and the other a bloated boy displaying his hard dick to the group whilst covered head to toe and his friends juice.

"We didn't know the juice would do this and he just drank loads and then this happened and yeah" Matt tried to explain. The rest of the group were just shocked by this sight.

"That doesn't explain why you're naked and covered in his juice, boy" Wonka said already knowing the answer.

"I couldn't help it Wonka. He was so horny and so big I just had to-" Matt was cut off by the sound of gurgling coming from his own bloated gut.

"Yes well I'm afraid you follow the same fate as your berry boyfriend here then. Probably best you stripped down then it makes this process much more comfortable." Just then, as it did with Will, Matt's belly lunged forward. All presence of muscles were gone. His belly jiggled as it rounded out and the rest of his body filled with sweet blueberry juice. Wonka went over to one of his workers as Charlie and Henry looked on in shock as the once very fit and attractive Matt blew up into a fat round blueberry. "Could I have two of you roll these fat boys down to the juicing room please." Wonka then looked back at Matt, who was now getting taller and taller whilst also getting rounder and rounder. He showed no sign of stopping any time soon, soon matching Will's height and then some. "Actually we might need more than two workers."

Four workers marched up to the two large berry boys and began to roll them towards the large round doors they entered. Matt had gotten so big that he could barely squeeze through the door. He got stuck and four other workers had to come and push him through. "Who's the fat hog now" Will said mockingly even tho he also struggled to fit through the same doors. The two boys got rolled to the juicing room and was promptly squeezed. However they couldn't squeeze all the juice out of them leaving both of the boys still looking like 300lbs fat blue men still naked left exposed for everyone to laugh at. Wonka went to visit them with the other boys once they had finished being squeezed.

"Well boys, look at the state of you. I'm afraid there's no way to reverse this. You two will be stuck being jiggly blueberry boys for life now as you couldn't help being competitive and keeping it in your pants." Matt looked down embarrassed by what he had done. "You two will have to stay here in the factory. We will find you a room together where you two can enjoy each other's company more privately." The two boys looked at each other and smiled. They were happy to be together now. There was always some sexual tension between these two so they were happy to freely explore there new bodies together. "As for the two boys remaining, shall we carry on the tour?" Wonka then marched out of the juicing room followed by Henry and Charlie as Will and Matt both started making out with each other, exploring their new fat blueberry bodies.

Heres part 2 to my series. Please let me know i you guys are enjoying this series so far. Im really enjoying writing it and already cant wait to write the next part. Thank you!

[lonesome-witching]

Be My Valentine

Hey @weekend-bastard for the prompt. Hope you like it. This is Robin being Nancy's secret admirer and the search that follows. I tried my best to make it cute.

Send me prompts in my asks. If you've already sent one, I am working on it.

Robin looked up as the door of Family Video swung open. Nancy Wheeler stormed in, walking up to the counter. 

“I need your help.” She said, slapping her hand on said counter. When she pulled her hand back, a note was left. “Someone sent me a bouquet of red roses and left this note. I need to know who it is.” 

Robin cleared her throat. She picked up the note, reading the message. She remembered scrawling it hastily and pushing it between the flowers. I wish I was your Valentine. That was all she had dared to write. Maybe for the better. 

“So, will you help me?” Nancy’s fingers were tapping against the counter. 

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can.” 

“Robin, you are the smartest person I know. If there is anyone in this godforsaken town that can help me with this, it’s gotta be you.” 

“Nance, I just- I have to tell you-” Robin started but then Nancy’s hand reached for her own. 

“Please, Robin. I don’t know who else to ask.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Nancy smiled brightly. 

“Okay, I’ll help you.” 

“Wonderful. So my first guess was Steve, he’d do something like this. But you’re his best friend, you’d know if it was Steve, right?” 

Robin cleared her throat. Nancy was right of course. Steve would do something like this. And Robin knew as much because she had asked Steve for advice when it came to wooing Nancy. He had told her to buy a dozen roses because girls like that. Apparently.

But Steve hadn’t sent the flowers, of course. Robin had. It was only step one of her master plan in winning over Nancy Wheeler. Too bad Nancy was trying to skip ahead a few steps.

“Uhm yeah, I don’t think he’s your secret admirer. He can’t keep a single thing from me. So, I’d know.” 

“That’s what I thought too.” Nancy exclaimed, almost excited at the mystery ahead of her. 

Robin just nodded her head in response. There wasn’t too much for her to say. She’d limit her responses to answering Nancy’s questions. 

“And Jonathan wouldn’t. Hopefully. We only just broke up.” 

‘Just’ being two months ago, a week before Christmas. Robin had heard all about it. First from Steve, who’d heard it from one of the kids. Then from Mike who had come into the video store to complain about Nancy’s moping. And then finally from Nancy herself who had called her after work.

The fact Nancy still used the word ‘just’ to describe the break up worried Robin. Then again, she’d also used the word ‘hopefully’. 

“I’m pretty sure it isn’t Jonathan.” Robin confirmed. 

Nancy sighed. “Then who could it be? It’s not like I have a hoard of boys fawning over me.” 

The thing was that Nancy did have a hoard of boys fawning over her. Fred from the newspaper, Bradley from English class, Jared from math class, Ben from the basketball team, and that was only naming a few. Ever since Steve spray painted a large arrow pointing at Nancy’s head half of the male population was fawning over her, trying to get in her pants. Half of the male population and Robin Buckley.

So, Robin started saying those names in that order. Fred being the best bet. 

“You think Fred would send me flowers?” Nancy wondered. 

Robin shrugged. “Probably.” 

Nancy hummed in reply. 

—

“Fred didn’t send me those flowers.” 

“Hello, Nancy. Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?” Robin replied instead, not looking up. She knew damn well that when she looked up she’d be unable to say a damn thing. Or she wouldn’t shut up for the next half hour. That truly depended on whether or not Nancy had that look in her eyes. That I-have-you-all-figured-out-Robin-Buckley look.

“Fred didn’t send me those flowers.” Nancy repeated and Robin instantly knew that look would be in her eyes. 

“Oh uhm, there are plenty of other guys into you.” Robin mentally went over her list. Bradley, Jared, Ben. 

“Like who?”

“Bradley from English often stares at you and he mentioned thinking you were the prettiest senior.” It wasn’t that Robin had eavesdropped but she had paid close attention when Nancy’s name had fallen. 

“Who?” Nancy frowned. It reminded her a little too much of the ‘who are you?’ Maybe Nancy was really bad with names and faces. 

“Bradley Lewis. Tall, short brown hair, brown eyes. Always wears a jean jacket even when it’s hot outside.” 

“Oh, him.” Nancy made a face at the recollection. “Let’s hope it’s not him.” 

—

The cafeteria was crowded. Too crowded. Robin looked around, hoping to find an empty table. She could sit next to the kids from band but she really didn’t want to. Not today. 

With a sigh she dropped down at a table in the corner of the room, next to the trash cans. That probably had something to do with why the table was deserted.

It only took a few minutes for Nancy to sit down in front of her, much gentler than Robin had. “It’s not Bradley although he did ask me out after I asked him about it.” She declared. 

Robin nearly choked on her sandwich. Shit shit shit. This hadn’t been the plan. This had not been the fucking plan. Scratch Jared. Scratch Ben. If Nancy still wanted to know who her secret admirer was Robin would tell her. 

“What did you say?” She asked, keeping her head down. Her eyes would tell the entire story and if Nancy had said yes then she shouldn’t know any of it.  

“I said no, of course. I’m not in the mood to date anyone and definitely not Bradley Lewis.” 

Robin’s relief was overwhelming. She wanted to jump and dance on the table, pull Nancy into a crushing hug. She didn’t of course. She wouldn’t. 

“This doesn’t help me though.” Nancy sighed. 

“Why is it so important to you?” Robin asked weakly. Preparation for ripping that goddamn band aid off. At least that’s what she told herself. 

“It’s not. I just-” Nancy’s cheeks turned a soft pink. “I want to find whoever is sending me flowers and ask them to stop. I’d much rather get some nice chocolates or something.” 

Robin opened her mouth to say something, anything. For once the words didn’t come. She wasn’t expecting that to be the answer. She slid further down her chair hiding as best she could in the corner of the room. God, she’d been an idiot. Steve had been an idiot. They had both been idiots. Stupid red roses. She made a mental note to punch Steve when she got to work later. 

—

Robin tapped her fingers against the counter of Family Video. She tried to remember the place Nancy’s fingers had tapped against. A little bit to the front, slightly left. The door opened. “Welcome to Family Video.” Robin spoke monotonously. Steve wasn’t working and she was getting sick and tired of mothers and their sons. 

“Hi, Robin.” Nancy’s voice echoed against Robin’s inner skull. 

“Hey, Nance.” Robin straightened her back quickly. “How can I help you?”

“My mom is organizing a movie night for my family next week and she asked me to ask you for some recommendations.” 

“Oh yeah, of course. Is Holly going to be there? Because that will definitely change things.” 

Nancy nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“In that case I’d say Labyrinth would be a great choice. E.T. sounds like a good option, I think Holly might like that. The Goonies but I think Karen rented that out recently so you might have already seen it. Alice in Wonderland maybe.” 

“Could you maybe write those down?” 

“Yeah sure.” Robin grabbed the notepad from under the desk and scribbled down the various titles and some more. “Let me know which one you’d like.” 

Nancy looked over the list for a second before leaving the store with a nod and a promise she’d be back. 

Which happened faster than expected. 

“It was you!” Nancy shouted as she entered the store 10 minutes after leaving earlier. 

“What?” 

“You’re the secret admirer.” Nancy stated, lowering her voice. “Aren’t you?” 

“What gave me away?” 

“The chocolates. You sent me chocolates with a note that said hope this makes up for the roses. It had to be either you or Steve and you were so adamant it wasn’t Steve that it had to be you.” 

Robin swallowed the excess saliva that was building up in her mouth. “So, what do you think?” 

Nancy cocked her head to the side. “It’s very sweet of you. But honestly, you didn’t have to.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s very sweet that you are trying to make me feel better by making up this secret admirer. But it really wasn’t necessary. I’m fine. Truly.” 

“Oh.” Robin cleared her throat. She debated her options. Tell her. Don’t tell her. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Actually, Nance, I have to tell you something.” 

“Yes?” Nancy’s eyes widened, her head nearly nodding. Her entire body was directed towards Robin.

“I didn’t write those notes and sent those gifts because I wanted to make you feel better. I sent them because they were true. I do wish I was your Valentine. Please don’t hate me.” 

“Hate you?” Nancy made a sound like a laugh and a scoff combined. “I could never hate you. I actually kind of hoped you’d say that.”

“What? Why?” 

This time Nancy did laugh. “Because I feel the same way about you. I wish you would have told me on Valentine’s.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Would you like to be my Valentine?” 

“You are a few days too late, Robin.” 

But Robin wouldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “Who cares? You can still be my Valentine retroactively. I’ll take you to the movies or we can get some crappy fast food and pretend it’s still Valentine’s Day.” 

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at 6.” Nancy turned around, ready to leave. 

“Wait.” Robin shouted, jumping over the counter with much more agility than she’d normally possess. Although she still tripped and collided with the floor head first. 

“Robin!” Nancy crouched down in front of her. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. You just- You forgot something.” 

“What could I have possibly forgotten?” 

“This.” And with a confidence that Robin had never felt before she closed the distance between them and quickly pressed her lips against Nancy’s. Just for a second. Just one moment. Before the next customer would storm through those doors and catch them in the act. 

When she pulled back Nancy was blushing. “I can’t wait until 6.” She said with a broad smile before walking out of the store.

[leahblackk]

Exile

summary: Spencer’s been in a happy marriage until it wasn’t happy.

warnings; crying, mentions of divorce and Diana’s illnesses. (hopeful ending)

couple: spencer reid x fem!reader

taglist: if you want to be removed please let me know. @ssavanessa22, @all-tings-gubler, @hey-dw, @reidselle, @demigirl2007, @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @nomajdetective, @doctorspenceryeet, @cance1medaddy

The pitiful regret feeling settled on his stomach, moving and sweeping everything at a slow, painful pace. Like a shot of pure alcohol on an empty hungry stomach.

To say that he was mad, was a verily short understatement of his feelings, hell yes he was mad. He saw how her beautiful hair shone below the light, how her eyes sparkled and how her smile grew wider, while he touched her arms, while he made her laugh. And of course, when we say he, it wasn't him. It wasn't Spencer who was making her laugh, it wasn't Spencer who touched and caressed her soft porcelain skin.

Ha! Spencer thought. I bet he doesn't know the places where she likes to be touched. Like that little spot on her waist, like the lower part of her back, her thighs, her knees. He was touching her arms, yeah, but she preferred other places. His profiler mind comes in hand. He reads her body language, something that pissed her off while they were still together.

She wasn't completely disgusted by the touch of him, but she preferred other places, Spencer knew she preferred. But no one was gonna know her like he did, no one was gonna touch her like he did.

And of course, no one's gonna hurt her like he did.

A few months ago Spencer was happily being held by her, smelling her scent, the scent of her skin and her citrus shampoo she used, her soft skin and her sharp nails playing with his hair while he hid away from the world like a small kid, a scared kid Spencer was in the inside, and she knew that, and there she was, comforting him.

But then, flashbacks came to his haunting and never-alone mind, full of voices telling him what to do, who he was.

To the fear, to the fear of hurting her, to the fear of being a burden to her. He never wanted to be a burden, not to anyone but specially not to her, not to the love of his life. She didn't deserve that, she deserved a man who had his shit together, not a man whose nightmares haunt his dreams everyday, not a man who was scared of life, not a man who hid away in her arms. She deserved a man who didn't have potential diseases that might make him forget her.

He never wanted to forget her. So he did what he knew best and pushed her away, over and over again. Until it was too much for her, and she defeatedly left. Spencer, whoever, took things further along, asking her for divorce.

Divorce.

He never wanted that, he never wanted of course. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but he couldn't bear the thought of one day being oblivion to the sun that shone through his dark clouds.

But he never wanted to be a burden, never told her why, he just said he didn't love her anymore, as a coward. He perfectly knew that if he ever told her the real reason why he was leaving, she would convince him, and although he secretly, deep down, wanted her to do so, he mostly wanted to protect her. So he decided to say those little words.

The pain and withdrawal of her body, her soft sad eyes, already filling up with tears, made him want to hold her and make her forget it all at once, but of course he couldn't, even if his skin burnt and he wanted to slap his own face for saying what he once swore.

She bit her tongue, wanting to ask if his heart now belonged to someone else and that's why he was right in front of her saying those hurtful words. But she didn't want to know the answer, so she stood there quietly.

Spencer walked away from her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of his perfume, one last time.

“Please don't leave me. Just, for tonight, pretend like you still love me,” she begged, but did not look back at him.

Luckily for Spencer she didn't look because he was already crying.

“I'm sorry i can't do that,” he answered and as he closed the door he heard her sobs. He stopped, and instinctively turned around to open the door, to go and comfort her, but of course, he couldn't, not anymore.

So kept walking, while he cried and sobbed.

And later on, the divorce papers arrived in her mail, she scoffed because he didn't have the courage enough to give them to her personally, but then when the bitterness faded away, the bluey feelings made their appearance as she cried.

So this was it? She just lost the love of her life, he just-he just simply stopped loving her, as simple as a leaf falling down to the ground. His love stopped, just simply stopped.

It just took him five minutes, fucking five minutes to pack them and leave her with their love out there in the hall. Holding on to it for dear life, asking any gods out there to please help her, to please make him love her again, but they didn't come to her aid.

She begged, on her knees and her palms pressed against the cold floor, to any gods out there to help her. While she sobbed and called out his name. To come back, and please be her homeland once more. Because she needed him, she needed him like plants need their sun, to be fed and alive. She needed Spencer to be alive. And when he left, she died inside too.

Spencer always asked her to not leave him, many people have left him in the past but what neither of them expected was for him to be the one walking out the door.

And now, while she was out there fake laughing with him, she could feel his staring hazel eyes, she could feel his eyes making second degree burns onto her skin, second, because the third degree one was the one he gave to her heart, when he confidently and without regrets said, “I dont love you anymore.”

He was funny, and kind, he loved animals, but he wasn't him. She couldn't concentrate on him when he was out there, looking at her like that.

He had no right to look at her like that, when he was the one who walked away.

His staring gaze only added salt to the very, very open wound.

She hated him, of course she did, but most importantly, she missed him.

He missed his soft humming while he cooked for her. He missed the sound of him waking up in the mornings to take a shower and get ready to go to work and how he softly chuckled at her bad performance f being asleep. She missed his soft hand caressing her thighs and that spot on her waist. He missed him, and entirely and wholeheartedly.

Her heart screamed, “Go for him.”

But her mind replayed the moment when he decided to break them apart, painfully and slowly, and this time, she decided to listen to her brain.

Spencer turned around, on his chair, not being able to look at them any longer, even though this was his fault and no one else's, for a little while, he decided to blame it on someone else.

Maybe the universe, maybe the stupid disease, maybe even to the doctors who never couldn’t find a cure to it.

He mostly blamed that 30% percent.

He knew there was a 30% of chance of getting his mothers disease, 30% of chances. He wasn't gonna risk that. Mostly knowing his mother had other potential passable diseases onto him. He wasn't gonna risk it, so he decided to risk what he loved the most.

God, was he stupid?

Was he doing something wrong?

He felt like he was.

And maybe he was, but he didn't want her to deal with him.

Y/n walked away from the guy, to sit next to a very drunk JJ. Spencer, a few feet away from her, drinking what she thought was soda, cause he never really drinks.

She was regretting being there at all. But after Penelope basically dragged her away from her house, one she once shared with Spencer, she didn't have any other choice, and she was surprised to see him there as well.

Maybe not.

She hoped he was suffering as much, or even a little bit more of what she was. But of course he wasn't, 'cause he didnt love her anymore, so why would he suffer?

Perhaps he got tired of her, perhaps she did something wrong, maybe he fell for someone else who was more beautiful than she was.

Maybe it was all of it together.

Y/n thought he was gonna ask her, nig her about why she didn't sign the divorce papers. It's been three weeks, almost four, since she received them. And she couldn't bring herself to do it, because once she did, she wasn't gonna be his wife, he wasn't legally gonna be hers either, and she wasn’t ready for that outcome.

JJ looked at her friend, who was staring at Spencer, and she smiled sadly.

“He is an idiot, you know?” JJ said.

“Mmm?” Y/n moved her head to JJ’s direction, being a little too far distracted with Spencer.

“Spencer, he is an idiot,” the blonde girl repeated.

The girl sighed, “Yeah I guess he is.”

“He's just-he's scared , you know? I kind of understand him in some ways. If i had the possibility of having some disease that would make me forget Will, I-I wouldve done the same as him, but he’s just stupid cause you’d never leave him and you don’t care about that stuff, right?”

Y/n frowned, “What are you talking about JJ?”

JJ frowned as well, “The reason why he left? Because he was scared he'd have Alzheimer’s like his mother?”

No, of course she didn't know that. And now JJ was out there telling her that, what? What should she do? What can she do?

She felt like the weight on her heart eased a bit, because that could mean he still loved her, he was just an idiot.

She knew Spencer, and she knew that would be something he'd do, but at the same time she felt anger, anger because he didn't tell her, he didn't give her a choice more than just “I don't love you anymore.”

Some words that wrecked her heart open, that made her out of breath and not in a good way, but in the cruelest, meanest and hurtful way.

She looked at Spencer, who was already looking at her.

Spencer noticed a shift in her behavior, in her body, something has clearly upset her, he knew that not with being a profiler but being her husband, or well, he was once.

Tears appeared on her eyes as Spencer looked at her, he wanted so badly to take those salty drops out of her eyes, but he couldn't.

She stood up, and started walking in his direction. Spencer's heart stopped, she looked beautiful. Her beautiful hair he long to touch once more, her eyes, didn’t sparkle anymore but their beauty remained whatsoever.

She made it in front of him, “You're such an asshole,” she breathed out.

Spencer frowned, “Excuse me?”

“Yeah. How couldn't you tell me the real reason why you left me? Leaving me and telling me you didn't love me anymore. Whether I stayed or not wasn't your decision to make. It was mine, you had no right. And hide behind a pity excuse, that by the way, broke me,” she let out, “You are being such an asshole Reid. You are being mean.”

Reid. Reid. Reid.

She sobbed, and looked away.

He looked at JJ, who looked at them with regret and he understood where she got that from, he sighed.

“Bunny please let me explain…”

“Bunny,” she scoffed, “ You know what Spencer? I can't do this right now. I really prayed for that explanation, but right now, I don't wanna hear you.

Prayed…

She doesn't believe in god…

And as soon as her words were out, she walked away. Walking as far as she could from him, getting out of the bar they were. Spencer sighed, once more, and looked at JJ. Who was very drunk.

“Sorry!” she apologized

He shook his head, “Just make sure you get home safe,” he said looking at other team members to take care of her, and then he walked away.

Following the love of his life, something he should've done earlier, something he knew he should've, but couldn't. He was an asshole, he deserved the words that slip out of her precious lips, but he was gonna fix it. He was gonna make everything better.

He saw her, called her name like he has done it several times before, but this time it felt different.

He reached for her arm, touching her now cold skin due the wild wind. He felt at home, once he touched her.

“Let me explain, please just…,” he said, “I am, indeed, an asshole. I know I am, and I know I had no right to make such a decision but you have to understand me. There is a thirty percent chance I will get my mothers illness, making me forget you. You'll have to live with… with this man who won't be able-won't be capable of remembering who you are, and I don't want that. I don't ever, ever want to be a burden to you,” he let out.

“I was willing to, Spencer. I didn't care about that as long as I got to be with you, but you…” he interrupted her.

“I'm not finished,” he spoke, “I know you were, that's what i said i didnt love you anymore because then you wouldn't have to fight for me and it was stupid. I know it was, it was dumb and I regret now,” she opened her mouth to speak, “Still my turn,” he said, “But now, i decide- I want to be selfish. I-I cant live without you, Y/n. I can't wrap my head around being without you, I can't just… I can't,” he whimpered, “I know I hurt you, when I wanted to protect you but please… I am begging you, to please, accept me, to love me as your husband once again cause you're my sun and I can't live without you.”

She was speechless, she didn't know what to think, and Spencer was a whimpery mess in front of her. As she didn't speak, he spoke again, “Please, just please. I am terribly sorry and I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you but please let me make it up to you, I don't care if it takes years, as long as I get to be legally yours, I want it. Please, just, please.”

The girl was now crying, but wouldn't speak. Spencer looked at her face, at her body, and he understood, he finally understood.

He cupped her face, pressing their forehead together as they sobbed, whimpered and cried, “I love you. I never stopped loving you, never have, never will.”

“I love you. And I don't care, if you forget me, I promise I'll spend the rest of our lives reminding you,” she finally spoke, with a broken sob.

Spencer wrapped her in a hug, a hug he was longing for. He moved her side to side, rubbing her back and telling her he loved her, cause he realized, his words made a profound burnt in her heart, but he will spend the rest of his life amending it for her.

Forever.

[jaxteller87]

Where I Need to Be

 had just pulled into the clubhouse after returning from New York to see how everyone’s been. It’s been six months since my parents passed away, and I was feeling particularly down about it. I wanted to stop by to check in on the boys, but more specifically, I wanted to see how Teller was doing. Even though we weren’t dating the whole time I was in NY, I was hoping to spend some time with him dor the few days I was in Charming. When I wheeled into the clubhouse, it was wrecked. They must have had some hell of a party. I made my way past all the garbage, hung over hang-arounds, and knocked on the dorm door. Receiving no answer, I gently pushed it open.

There, I saw my best friend in bed, lighting a cigarette. I looked over to the bathroom and saw Ima standing in the doorway, tits out, with a smile playing on her lips. “Good morning,” she smirked. I looked back at Jax, and I felt the room start to spin. I felt nauseous and dizzy, but of all things, I felt like I was in the right place at the wrong time.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to whatever it is you were doing,” I said. I meant to simply shut the door, but I put a little too much mustard on it and slammed it instead. I didn’t care, though; I just rolled back out to the bar where Tig was.

“Well, hello there, babydoll; good to see you,” he looked like shit, but Tig usually did when he was surrounded by a dozen Coronoa’s at 1 PM on a Wednesday.

“Hey, Tiggy.”

“What are you drinking, doll face?” he asked, brushing off the table, clearing it of cigarette buts, ashes, peanut shells, and some mysterious fluids I hoped were spilled beer.

“Coke with lime, please,” I smiled and rolled up to the table.

“Did you know Jax was with Ima?” I asked curiously as Tig reached over the bar to grab my drink from the mini-fridge.

“What? He was?”  Tig was a shit liar, and I heard it in his tone before I even had to look in his eyes.

“He did what?” Donna shouted from behind us. I didn’t even know she was there, nor did I hear her come in.

“Yup. I walked into the aftermath a few minutes ago. I opened the door to the dorm room, and there they were.”

“Damn. I’m sorry, bestie,” Donna sat down beside me, “I guess I knew too. Opie said something about it last night, but there was alcohol involved, and I thought he was just talking nonsense. That’s usually all he ever finds at the bottom of the bottle.”

“Well, we all know what Jax found at the bottom of his bottle,” I quipped, “And if you go look, I bet you she’s still in his room getting dressed.”

“Are you okay?” Donna whispered in my ear.

I rested my head on her shoulder. “No, not really,” I whispered back.

Just then, Ima came walking down the hall with the smuggest of smiles. If I could have lept out of my wheelchair to kick her ass, I would have. I think Donna wanted to beat her ass too, but for the sake of keeping it civil, at least for the moment, she just glanced at her with the devil’s eyes.

“If looks could kill,” I heard one of the boys say from the half-packed clubhouse.

I had no right to be angry. We aren’t together anymore, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting a little. I don’t know what I expected out of him either; I mean, just because I wasn’t out and about spreading my legs didn’t mean he couldn’t do what he did with— with her. Even thinking her name made me want to throw up in my mouth.

“We could go slash her tires,” Donna whispered.

“Hey, let’s fight nicely, ladies. Keep it to hair pulling and slapping,” Tig winked. “I can get the kiddie pool out of the storage shed, and we can fill it with Jello or pudding, your choice.”

“You’re gross. Has anyone ever told you that?” Donna winced.

“Not today, but it’s early,” Tig blew her a kiss and then went back to his own little world, letting us to our conversation.

“Donna, we aren’t together. He can sleep with whoever he wants,” I dipped my finger into my soda and stirred it around, a clear sign I was feeling overly anxious about the whole ordeal.

“I know, but it’s Ima. He knows better than this,” Donna said. “I love Jax, and I don’t think this was personal, but you really got to think, sweetheart—”

“What’s that?” I asked, sipping my drink.

“He could have any girl, and the ones he can’t have, he could probably find a way to get. Why Ima? Why did he fuck the only one that you’d give a shit about?”

That was true; it did really hurt, but at the same time, I don’t think I would have liked to walk in on him with anyone. I was perfectly fine with the illusion that neither of us was hooking up with anyone else, but I wasn’t ready to do the math right now.

 A few minutes later, Opie walked back the hall, I’m guessing to get Jax. They were only gone a moment before they both came out. Jax looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, and Opie gave Donna and me a little side-eye. I couldn’t tell if he was saying, ‘Have at it’ or ‘Go easy on him,’ but the truth was, I wasn’t looking for a fight. Jax came over and pulled a chair up between Donna and me and sat on it backward like all the teenagers do. He had a shameful, disgusted look on his face, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he felt guilty or if it was the fact that I caught him in the act.

“Hey, how have—”

SLAP!

 Without missing a beat, Donna whacked him upside his head. “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, Teller, tell me you put a hat on little Jax before you jumped into that cesspool,” she said loud enough to garner a look and a scoff from Ima, who was now sitting with two prospects.

“Ow! Christ, Donna! I was horny, I didn’t have a death wish!” he responded. Ima heard that, too, and her mouth dropped to the floor. It was funny, and I smirked, but I didn’t laugh.

Jax looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and a disappointed look on his face. “Sorry, you walked in on that. Everyone was drinking last night, and honestly, it was a hole in the dark before I realized who it was. Not that it makes it right, but I don’t want you thinking there was a deeper meaning behind it.”

I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse. Just a hole in the dark? Maybe guys just go through it differently than girls. Although, I knew Jax long enough to know when he was full of shit, and this was not one of those times. “Hey, we’re not together anymore. You can sleep with whoever you want.”

Next thing I knew, the two prospects sitting with the queen of the crows had started fist-fighting each other, a scuffle fueled by Ima, no less. Needless to say, Jax had to deal with it, and that was pretty much it.

Later on that evening, I ended up at Jax’s place. I don’t really remember how I got here, but it started with heading out to the park with Donna and Ope. They got hungry so we stopped for burgers, and low and behold, I now found myself sitting on Jax’s porch. Ope had a surprise for Donna and said I could go along if I wanted, but I didn’t want to be a third wheel. Plus, I think they kind of wanted to get Jax and me together to talk about what happened earlier. These two red birds showed up shortly after I got here, and I’ve been infatuated with them while I replayed the past few months in my head. 

“You’re the only face I see,” Teller said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?” I said, confused.

“When I’m with someone, you’re the only face I see,” he clarified. “I need you here. This is where you need to be!”

I just rolled my eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure.” I started to lead my chair inside, and he followed right behind, helping me get my wheels over the door ledge. “I can do it, but thanks.”

“I’m not even going to try to explain myself because I already said what it was. I was drunk and stupid, and she was willing and easy.”

“I get it. You don’t need to say shit, really. You’re a big boy, and you can do big-boy stuff with whoever you want. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference, but I just can’t bear the fact that it was Ima. Fuckin Ima, Jax! Maybe I don’t want to see you fucking anybody, or maybe I just don’t want to see you fucking anybody but me, but of all the crows in the nest you got with Ima!” I yelled. I can’t believe I just told him I didn’t want to see him fuck anyone but me.

Before I knew it, he had my face sandwiched between in his hand, and he was kissing me like we were the lead roles in a romance movie, and this was our big, sappy ending. In the heat of the moment, I dug my fingers into the chest of his shirt and ripped it off his body.

“I’ll buy you a new shirt, I promise.”

“I don’t care about the damn shirt!” he said, helping me out of my pants.

A little while later, we were both lying on the floor, all cuddled up. I gently scratched his beard as he smiled and kissed my forehead. He was right; this is where I needed to be.

[vintageflowerangel]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

PROLOGUE

FANFIC NAVIGATION ♡ NEXT CHAPTER

Favorite Color = [F/Color]

THIRD PERSON: SHE/HER. 

HUMMING A LOVELY TUNE TO HERSELF, THE WOMAN CAREFULLY TRIMS THE END OF THE FLOWERS STEMS AND PLACES THEM DOWN INTO SOME TISSUE PAPER. 

Wrapping the bouquet of flowers [Name] tied it off with a frilly ribbon. Once she was done with the bouquet, she moved on to the next one and started to arrange the flowers. Everything has to be perfect and well made. As a florist, she takes her job very seriously, and by that, every day, she treats each plant and flower as if it were her babies. She gives them fresh water and all the sunlight that they need to survive. 

Sure, she may look uptight and strict when it comes to her plants, but she means well. The poor girl just wants to keep them all healthy and live for a long time without shriveling up and dying. As much as she dearly loves her plants, she doesn't have the heart to throw them out once they're all withered and dead. In fact, she still keeps them in a box deep inside her closet.. but shhhh, who cares if she's weird. 

Finishing her third bouquet of flowers, she moved onto her fourth and then to her fifth and sixth bouquet of flowers. It was the same procedure as always trimming the flower stems, wrapping it into some tissue paper, and tying it off with a beautiful ribbon. Over and over again, that's all she practically does as a florist besides watering her plants and giving them sunlight. Her job as a florist can be boring at certain times, but at the same time, she's thankful to have an easy job. If she was something else like a teacher or a police officer, she would have to quit.

There was nothing wrong with those occupations they're just not her cup of tea. Like, come on, she doesn't want to stand in front of a crowd and teach them unless things just to get mocked during the process, and she doesn't want to risk her life for random people in the justice field. Call her selfish, but she loves her job as a florist, and there was nothing there to make her change her mind.

It doesn't matter if someone offered her a high paying job she still won't take on that offer. (Even though she might need the extra money, she still won't take it.) As stubborn as she is, she's a devoted florist. Maybe one of the eh-heh not to brag or anything but [Name] is one of the best florists out there in Japan she is very well-known for her flowers and cute little flower shop in Yokohama. She takes pride in her flowers as if they were her babies.

No, seriously, if you ever talk bad or mistreat her plants right in front of her, she won't hesitate to kick you out of her shop. A single flick and playful slap on her plants - boom! You are kicked out. Banned from her flower shop. It doesn't matter if your intentions were "innocent" or you were just being "playful." She still won't hesitate to kick you out.

This may seem childish to others, but who cares? It's her property, and she can do whatever she wants. Oh no, is she becoming one of those white people called Karen's on TikTok..? [Name] flinched at the thought of becoming someone annoying and tugged on her hair embarrassed by the thought.

Oh, how humiliating would that be if she is becoming a Karen...

[Name] shook her head and slapped both of her cheeks, trying to concentrate on the task in front of her. The whole reason why she's making a bunch of bouquets of flowers is because the new flowers that she ordered online just came. They're all beautiful... we have tulips and peonies, and more than you could possibly imagine.

Her main goal for the night was to complete at least twenty bouquets of flowers. That way, her bouquets of flowers would be ready for the next day. Oh, how excited she is she can't wait to finish her goal. No matter how simple it was, she's excited to see her customers reactions towards her flowers. She bets that their reactions would be full of amazement once they see how exotic the flowers were.

[Name] just wants to squeal, but unfortunately, she can't. She has to keep up a professional facade and keep working on wrapping up the flowers and tying them into a bouquet. Her heart was pounding crazy in her chest, excited to be done with her last set of flowers. Onto her last bouquet of flowers, she tied it up with a frilly ribbon and took all of the bouquets of flowers, placing them in their own vase of water to drink. Finally she finished!

She made twenty bouquets of flowers.

With a sigh, she got up from her workshop and headed to her room upstairs. Once [Name] is in her room, she took a seat in front of her desk and took out a journal. It was a plain brown journal with [F/Color] frilly ribbons around the edges and [F/Color] bows on each corner.

Her journal...

Taking ahold of a random gel pen from her collection of gel pens [Name] began to write about her day in her journal complaining about how boring it was. She loves to complain it was one of her favorite things to do. If she has a hobby besides journaling and taking care of her babies, it would be complaining to random strangers for fun. Just the thought of complaining to a stranger besides her parents is honestly hilarious. Just imagining their reactions makes her want to laugh so badly right now...

Entry 26

Today is another boring day. I had a commission for a bouquet of flowers that I needed to do, which was kind of fun, I don't really get that many commissions. The flowers were just a combination of white and purple daisies.

Word Count: 1,014 words

[leegemma]

Hi! It's Gemma.

So I wrote this one really really quickly and I only now realized that I was supposed to work on my marvel one 😫. So I am so sorry and I promise to finish the marvel one very soon.

This one is a harry potter one! Now, here's the thing: last time i watched a Harry Potter movie was probably 5 years ago. But I was a huge fan when I was younger, so I hope it's fine.

Enjoy:))

Warning:

This is a tickle fic!!!

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You looked up to the sky, looking at the pretty sky on this pretty summer day. You were sitting outside next to the lake with your three best friends. Chatting about anything.

"We'll have to take an exam later today. Have you prepared, Ronald?" Hermione turned to look at the scared looking Ron.

"I- I don't want to answer that!" Ron huffed and crossed his arms.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you don't. Harry, what about you?"

Harry, who was looking lost in thought (as always), turned to hermione. "Hm?"

Hermione groaned. "Seriously, you two! You have to study more! I bet y/n did!"

All three heads turned to you, which made you blush slightly.

"I uhh... yeah, I think I'm ready."

Hermione proudly at you. "That's what I'm talking about!"

She went to pull you in for a friendly side hug but was stopped when Ron poked her side. Instead, she squealed and jumped. "Ronald!"

You looked over to see Ron smirking a bit at Hermione, then shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe that'll get you to stop annoying me and Harry." He then jumped right at the girl and started tickling her mercilessly.

You quickly jumped out of their way and crawled over to where harry was sitting.

"You don't want to get in their little fight?" He asked you, an amused expression on his face.

You shook your head and smiled at him. "If anyone ever found out how ticklish I am I don't think I'll be able to walk aro-" you slapped your head onto your mouth. Eyes widening.

Suddenly Hermione's hysterical laughter calmed down and you looked over to see both her and Ron staring at you blankly. Only starting to smirk evily a couple of seconds after realizing.

You got up and went to hide behind Harry.

"N-no! Harry's not gonna let you!"

"Let us what, y/n?" Ron asked teasingly.

"Why do you look so scared, y/n?" Hermione started wiggling her fingers towards you.

"Stohop! Harry, help!" You held on to his shoulders while he was still sitting on the grass.

"No can do." He shrugged again, a smile on his face this time.

"Jeherk" you giggled in anticipation, trying to protect yourself from the two monsters who were slowly making their way towards you.

"No. I don't think we will." With that, Ron quickly grabbed your arms and wrestled you to the ground gently. Managing to pin your arms over your head while he sat behind your head.

"That's great, thank you Ron." Hermione came over and sat on your hips. Giggling with you as she started slowly stroking your neck.

After about a minute of gentle tickles, Ron was starting to get bored and decided to take matters to his own hands by quickly letting go of your wrists and digging into your armpits. Making you scream.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I guess that means go..." and with that, she started kneading your sides and hips.

"Harry! Get her legs and feet!" Ron yelled.

Harry seemed to think about it for a while, then nodded and walked over. Sitting next to your legs and digging under your knees.

"I CAHANT ANYHYMORE!" You finally said after a few minutes of heaven torture.

The three giggled and got off you. Hermione immidiatly going in to hug you and the boys slowly joining in.

"I hope we didn't take it too far?" She moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You shook your head, your face heating up. "It was actually kind of fun..."

Ron started smirking again and was just about to poke your side when you moved out of the way. "Buhut noho mohore! I had enough for today"

Ron went back to hugging you. "Whatever you say..."

[fatteningmenstories]

Benched - final chapter

‘What do you mean its been declined’

“Well, I went to my normal sales assistant and went to pick up my things, and he said the card didn’t go though, luckily I was carrying my Chase card …’

As Ajay went on explaining away his last shopping trip, a quickly forming reality was dawning on Devon - after all the fine foods, wines, luxuries, the funds were drying up. Sure by any means they won’t be going broke, but after a few calls and checks with his accountants the gluttonus lives they were living was not going to sustains it self for much longer,either they were going to have cut-back or they would quickly be in a whole new world

It had been a couple of days after his phone call with this manager, and Devon knew that him and Ajay really had no other choices of income, and Tom’s physio salary was definitely not going to be paying the bills for the townhouse . in fact after Tom moved in, Devon found that they were even spending more than before on his fine suits and expensive wines.

As he sat there in bed, ballooned in fat, he knew he was going to have to face his fears, and that started by calling up his manger

“Ah Devon, finally have you decided to make you triumph return to the team, after the season we’ve had everyone is desperate for you, Devon’

“Yh about that, Scott I am planning to, only I might be a bit bigger than you last saw me ’

“Ahh the off-season bulk - happens ti the best of us champ’

“Yh, bulk ha’ Devon couldn’t whip up the confidence to tell his old manger just how bad this bulk was over the phone

“Listen champ just come on down tomorrow, we get you sized up, I mean the whole team haven’t seen in for almost over a year now’

Today was the day, and Devon felt fatter than ever, leaving the house in the early morning in some of the only clothiers that fit him he knew as he had to catch his breaths after ever steps a walk in the park was gonna be off from this . They were all waiting for him in there, all his old teammates including Chad he imagined their faces and their ridicule and he hated that after living with Tom for the last couple of weeks he knew he was going to enjoy it all.

“I’m sorry mister, I think you have the wrong room’

Devon had walked in to the gym at the worst time, all his old teammates were shirtless running drills and workouts, and they stood Devon all 150kg of him , still holding a chocolate bar form the car

‘No coach, I don’t think I do’

“Devon…..”

The sound of weights from all over the room came crashing down as the herd of fit muscular men crowded around their hippo sized teamate

“Bloody hell’

“Is that, no way”

“Talk about an off-season”

“Coach listen, I did say I had put on a few kg”

“A few kg, is that what you call this’

Coach laughed as strolled over and slapped Devons fat gut

“I mean look a the size of you, you fat everywhere I look at you”

“What am I going to do you you fat sack of lard’

‘Hey coach, take it easier on him’ called a voice from the back

Devon dared not to look up, and he hated the fact a small part of him was loving Coach’s cruel remarks about his fat body’

But even he couldn’t believe who was strolling over to his rescue

Walking over, was a more muscular, almost taller Chad, it was obvious that after their accident the two had gone two very different pathways, Devon a spiral of gluttony and greed and Chad a rise of fame and fitness .

“What, else can I do, look at him this man was the comeback we needed Chad, I bet he couldn’t even get the kit over his massive backside, let alone make it to the field without breaking into a sweat”

“Coach, I know but shouting at him isn’t going to make it easier, anyway besides maybe even having him back is enough to turn our fate’ smirked Chad

Devon was shocked the arrogant areshole of a man that Chad had been had simply evaporated’l

‘Whatever, his contact his bullet prove, even if wanted to I couldnt get him of the team’

“We gonna be a laughing stock of the nation with this lardass’

Coach said coming and grabbing Devon exposed gut

“Hey it not like we arnt that already; chuckled Chad as he got between Coach and Devon

Coach had no words left to utter after that, he simply left in a strut leaving Devon with the rest of teammates, whom most got back to the training simply refusing to even acknowledge Devon.

Well one stayed - Chad

“Hey mate, thanks for that’

“Oh that that was nothing’

‘Nah it means a lot, and it seems like we both changed a lot these past years huh’

‘Yh I guess, not going to lie once you were of the team, and I had to step in I finally realised how much pressure it was, huh big guy’

‘Yh, I don’t even remember sleeping those days’

“You telling me, all I do is train, play and try to stay out the papers’

The pair of them, stuck together chatting about the past year as the gym quietened out, Chad hitting the machines while Devon filled him on his new life with Ajay and Tom.

“Wow you really enjoyed you time off-time huh’ smirked Chad as they made their way to showers, the rest of the team had left and it was the pair of them. Just like old times, they striped down and headed to the showers, Devon had barely even lifted a finger but he still stripped done to rinse off some sweat that came from standing about in the humid gym. Chad even helped remove his t-shirt when he struggled to get it over his fatty body.

Stepping in compleltey naked to the showers, there were never two bodies that were that different, Chads tall blond muscular body all toned up after a long work out and Devons round obese body covered in strecth marks and overgrown with hair.

‘I mean look at the size of you, talk about a transformation and a halve’

“Yh I living the good life, and I love it all’ Devon responded rubbing his gargantuan gut’

“Here let me’ Chad said as he took the soap and lathered Devon in it

It was all so sensual and hot Devon couldn’t see his cock as he turned to let Chad wash his back but he couldn’t feel it growing under his massive fat-pad. And it wasnt the only thing he felt as Chad got closer and closer to him rubbing all his back fat, the head of a fat big penis hit his fat arse. They stood in silence for a few moments until Chad broke the slience

‘Sorry about that, I can’t help myself you just so sexy’

Devon laughed, it seemed the more he blimped up men coudnt control themselves

‘Oh really, what’s so sexy about me’

“Everything, all over your just so big, I mean I used to stare at you in the showers and looking at this I couldn’t believe you could be so sexy, but now oh I can’t control myself’

Chad moved closer, his arms roamed over Devons body, taking it all in, they barely joined in the middle just the tips oh his fingers around Devons solid gut. And then he moved in, putting his face in the pillow of at that was Devon’s neck, and pushing Devon fat body to the wall and he entered Devons fat arse. They fucked for hours, long and hard it was as if Chad wanted one thing in the world and it was Devons well-fed body.

It was game day, and Devon was suprised it had all come so quickly, one the news had broken about his weight gain, the media went crazy, journalists and pappz wanted him more now than ever. The internet was filled with pieces comparing his body to its prime, everything was out it the open with his love life he was headed for being a proud gay footballer and jeered at by all sorts of sporting channels who loved to talk about his obese body for hours. He was a pneumpoan, everybody was - even Ajay’s lavish life, who had quickly become a minor celcberlity once the news broke, and now it was the first match of the season, no matter what the coach fought for he coudln’t get him removed, it was agreed though that due to Devons weight he was of course going to be no help on the field abs that all he needed to do was stand for the anthem and be Benched for the majority of the game. And so they he stood in a kit the size of tent in line with all his in fit teammates a bulging mass of fat.

The rest of the game he was sat on the sides, watching the game he even pulled put a chocolate bar as the 90min game bore on. As He looked up at the box and saw the large frame of Ajay next to a trim Tom whose hands of full of hotdogs and even appeared to be helping himself to one of two as a stuffed Ajay hesitated mouth full of ketchup and mustard. Devon chuckled to himself as he bit into the next chocolate bar that chef had packed. The game finished to a draw, which according to Chad was one of the best results they had finished in a while, Devon couldn’t believe it, had his team really fallen so far that a draw was an accomplishment. And as the rest of the team left and the changing room emptied out it was once again Chad and Devon left alone, and it seemed the sight of Devon in his humongous kit sent Chad awol, as after the final member left he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Coach was in trouble, it wasn’t enough that he had to put up with seeing Devon stuff his face with chocolate bars on the bench, after a lengthy call with the mangers his job seemed to be on the line, his teams poor performance over the last season was so distoruous ad campaigns seemed to back out with each loss and the team was heamorrgin money left right and centre , he had to do something quick.

After another game ended with another draw, Coach turned on the 10’ o clock sports new, most of the bloody focus was on the fat lump that used to be his star player, more focus went on what he was stuffing his face with than the game itself. After third draw of the season, Coach was hot headed, he didnt know what to do and right now he needed something sweet and the first thing that popped into his head was whatever he had seen Devon stuffing his face next to him on the bloody bench .But after 2 visits to two different supermarkets those damn chocolate bars seemed to all be out of the stock, after the third visit proved no avail he was furious

‘Oi you what’s the big deal, this is the third shop without any godamn chocolate bars where the hell are there all’

“Geez sir I’m sorry they sell out faster than hotcakes especially after matchs’

“What - the hell ”

“ If You asking me, it cus all those fatties come here straight after the game and buy us all out, its cus of the big old fat player Devon he’s like their hero or something’

What was that - everywhere he went to heard about that hippo and just when he felt another blood vessel burst in his brain an even better idea popped into his head

Devon dint know why he was being called in, Coach hadn’t even uttered a word to him all season and now he was being called in for a meeting- even Chad didn’t know what was going on

“Ah Devon, my favourite player come on in’

What was going on, but Devons attention quickly dropped when he saw the plates full of chocolates and pastries laid out on the table

“Why Devon, it seems your sweet tooth has caught the attention of some higher ups, meet the team’

They on the other side off the table were a large assortment of people some tall some with glasses all fat

“Listen bud, these guys over there will pay a hefty sum for you hands to be on they chocolate bars out there on the field - what’ya say’

Opening the envelope there concealed a number with a lot of 0s

‘OH and that’s just for one game’

This was it Devon’s money problems were solved for life and all he had to do was sit back and eat candy

Coach chuckled to himself as he saw the humongous man sign away his body with hand and grab a hand full of chocolate in the other, - looks like he had found a use fir this fatter after all

And as the season wore on that’s exactly what Devon did, it become a football phenomenon - viewship was at all time high. The fattiest of the country were glued to the screen seeing Devon pig out on various box’s of chocolates and sweets and they ran the fastest their fatty legs would carry them to the stores to pig. Coach had long forgotten about his money worries he had a golden pig out there weight his weight in advertisement - it was a plus that the team were playing the best they ever had in a long time, and leading them was Chad it was as if a big fat fire was lit under him and he wanted to do it proud. As the months draw on the team was quickly climbing the ranks faster and faster, until it was all down to for final game of the season .

There it was the last game of the season, Ajay, Tom and Devon boarded a much bigger limo to take them to the stadium than they had needed to at the beginning. . Other the past 9 months it wasn’t just the money on Devon’s wallet that grew but all three of their waistlines thanks to the replenished funds the three of them were back eating like kings, and it showed on Ajay’s much fatter gut Devon’s hippo sized arse and Toms beginning double chin. Devon had suspected that Ajay and Tom were having secret feedings sessions where Tom loved stuffing Ajays till he was too stuffed to move and was helping himself to the odd cake here and there . Seeing the pair of them across the limo Devon chuckled to himself as he saw that Tom was living the blissful lie that he had once lived as it seemed Ajay had found another young hot man’s body to ruin. Tom hadn’t noticed it but as he was stuffing food down Ajays food he didn’t notice his portions getting bigger and meals more frequent. Living with two obese men was definitely rubbing of on the poor PTs body, he hardly needed to work at the gym now that Devon’s money troubles were solved, his gym kit was growing dusty in the wardrobe just like Devon’s once did and the effects were beginning to show. A year of living with them was fattening Tom up faster than he could clock on, as he sat there next to Ajays the six pack he was proudly showed of was now rounding out into a beginners belly and his thighs were beginning to swell up. Ajays had of course taken the needed precautions of size up his wardroom secretly and reminding him of how fat he was at all times belittling Tom’s beginner gains

As the pair of them fiddled with each other in the back of the limo offering the other small treats and what nots , Devon didn’t feel any jealousy, especially after how he knew his heart was taken by another. What started of as after gym sessions soon bloomed into longs date nights with Chad, over the past 9 months Chad and rocked Devon’s world in more ways than none, filling up with food at dinner than fucking him like there was no tomorrow. And just when Devon was about to unlock some more thrilling moments the Driver honked - there had arrived

Devon’s role on the team had shunk to nothing more than a ballooned obese mascot that the camera would turn to when the audiences attention dwindled. And there was no other way he would have it, as the game wore on his assortment of snacks never ended he ate himself away watching Chad run around the field like he once used to. Except now he was a fat whale of man in kit that had long been upgraded to beat his ever growing fat gut

It was such a close game, 85 minutes had dreaded on, and there were still drawing 2:2, Devon couldn’t watch and so he ate - it’s as all down to Chad. And at the 89 minute, Devon scanned the field and saw the hunk of man that was he lover, and Chad saw back a fat blob of a man that he couldn’t keep his hands off. And just like that he kicked it in and it flew past the other teams goalie and went straight it.

And on that second after winning his first league, there was one thing Chad needed to do - and he ran straight to Devon and jumped on to the 180kg lover and gave him the biggest kiss of his life

And Devin thought to himself if this was life on the bench he would happily be Benched

The end

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Fanning Flames

An Eris & Lucien Vanserra Fic

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Beron was on edge. Not that it was all that surprising. They were little things at first—the typical responsibilities that came with being a High Lord.  Like the countless letters and documents that he had to sign (which Eris had taken care of and signed himself), and the courtiers and their inconsequential reports (which Eris read through and dutifully sorted only the mildly important ones into neat piles for Beron to look over later). And then it was the farmers who demanded more of this and less of that. With everything adding up, eventually all it took to push Beron over the edge was a poor servant breathing too loudly.

Eris, thankfully, was able to avoid most of his wrath. The hard slap across his face no longer burned on his skin and his cheek returned to its usual color. Aside from that and a few verbal threats, it was nothing he hadn’t experienced before, and certainly nothing he couldn’t handle. Even still, he knew how to pick his battles, and fighting with Beron was one he rarely ever wanted to pick.

Deciding his best option was to avoid his father during these rages, Eris took a walk around the Autumn Court with Lucien in tow. If anyone asked, it was because he was familiarizing his little brother with the land. Truthfully, though Eris would never admit it to anyone except himself and Mother, he did it to spend time with Lucien and also to keep him out of Beron’s way.

But 15 minutes into their escape out of the Forest House, while they’re both traipsing through the leaves, Eris was really starting to regret his decision.

Where are we going, Eris? How come the leaves fall from the trees? How many leaves are on one tree do you think? I bet there are at least 50 on one branch. What do you think—more or less? Where are your hounds, Eris? Can we go see them?

Question after question after question after question. They were endless.

He thought taking Lucien out to the pond would help, where the land was quiet and all you could hear were the croaks of frogs and birds and the gentle ripples of water on the pond’s surface. All around, they were engulfed in the most beautiful shades of reds and oranges, with the trees overhanging into the water and creating an umbrella of sorts over their heads. The thin layer of mist that lay above the water was cozy and inviting.

When he was younger, Eris used to frequent this area all the time since there were plenty of frogs and snails to catch and observe. Foolishly, he thought that maybe Lucien would feel the same way, that he would feel the calm atmosphere and reflect it outward.

He was still new to this brotherhood relationship thing they had going on, but Eris thought that, perhaps, he could teach Lucien some of the activities that he once enjoyed when he was a youngling.

Unfortunately, the quiet only seemed to egg Lucien on. It was almost as if the silence was a personal challenge for the boy. Like he absolutely needed to fill every possible second with sounds. From his incessant talking, to his boots squelching, to his humming. He was so gods damned loud that all of the frogs jumped skittishly into the water from even across the pond and quite possibly the pond adjacent to them.

Eris watched him in bewilderment. The boy was crouched by the muddy water, hands ready in front of him. He was talking to the frogs. As if he could catch them by coaxing them.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Eris bit out.

It startled Lucien who jumped in his squat and landed on his butt with a grunt. And then he giggled. And it echoed around the quiet pond.

“My butt is going to be all muddy,” he laughed.

Eris stared at him. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but the boy started giggling even more when he saw the exasperation on Eris’s face.

“Do you ever stop being so serious?” Lucien quipped back after a few seconds, his voice teasing and light.

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A timeless feeling

Ace first learns something is weird about Marco within the first month of joining Whitebeard's crew. He sneaks into the kitchen late at night to find Thatch holding a handful of berri bills up in the air triumphantly, much to the dismay of several other Commanders.

"I fucking told you!! And you all doubted me and my knowledge of my best friend and closest brother!" He's crowing as he mockingly over-exaggerates counting the bills in his hand.

The others groan and Ace decides he's curious enough to ask. "What's going on in here?"

Izou is the first to shoot him a sly look. "Thatch is collecting his winnings. We have a standing bet every year."

"What bet?" Ace asks as he's waved into the circle of Commanders sitting around the kitchen island.

Thatch, now stuffing the money down the front of his chef's jacket, grins and slides a drink in front of Ace. "Every year we try to get Marco to tell us how old he is. And every year, without fail!, he never cracks. I win every year because I know he won't ever spill the beans."

Ace blinks around the top of the mug. "Isn't he...I dunno, somewhere in his late 30s?"

Every shakes their heads. Rakuyo speaks up next, hand loose around his own mug. "He's closer to Whitey's age, I think. He's looked exactly the same since I joined the crew 30-odd years ago, so he was definitely an adult when I came on board. And Whitey's barely changed at all and she was in her mid 20s when I got here."

That blows Ace's mind. "No way! He can't be that old, he doesn't look anywhere near 50!"

Jozu grunts and nods, "You'd think so by looking at him. But he's up there from what we can tell."

Ace thinks about that as he drains his mug. When he sets it back down once more, he asks "How do you know how many candles to put on his birthday cake?"

Thatch throws his head back and laughs. "I just slap one candle on the damn thing. I used to nag the shit out of him to tell me and he never would. He just gets the one, like Pops."

Ace merely shakes his head in wonder, and spends the rest of the night listening to the commanders trade stories about how they have each tried and failed to get Marco to reveal his age.