#I was fucking pouring sweat down my face and body it was awful but so fun and like I had ppl I knew there but we didn’t interact that much

[milo-is-rambling]

Just took the best post concert shower of my life

[daddyricsdoll]

Could you please write something with “Fuck, I’ll make it fit.” For Oscar ? And can it be smut?

1k ✭ Celebration 

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“Such a fucking good girl.” Oscar stands up from between my thighs, keeping my feeble body pinned to the wall. His pupils blown out and my arousal coating his lips. “So good I think you can take my cock.” Oscar’s hands now doing the work of his pants, before he stops and looks at me. “Can you take my cock?”

“Y-yes.” I stutter out, heart pounding in my ears and pussy throbbing. He smiles to himself before finally sliding his pants off. Revealing his large cock, from girth and length. And to think that just an hour ago we were strangers. 

It was no lie that he was big, but I’m also tight, bringing me to awe at how Oscar will force himself inside of me– because from the short time of knowing him, I’ve learnt that this isn’t a battle he’ll lose. 

Using his foot to spread my feet apart even wider, Oscar lifts one of my legs up to linger beside his hip. Teasing my folds with his tip that already drips with a bead of precum. Tantalising my clit and making each second feel like hours. 

My eyes hooded as I tried my best to look up at Oscar, a sheen of sweat coating his light skin and hair fallen to cover his forehead. He pushes against my stubborn entrance, his groan intoxicating. Pushing again, and forcing my hips closer to his. 

“Fuck, I’ll make it fit.” Obliging himself to it. Making short vigorous thrusts, Oscar manages to slowly get his dick deeper inside of me. A sharp searing pain between my legs, being coated with rapture and turning the pain into ecstasy. I held onto his broad shoulders for stability. 

My legs shaking once Oscar finally fits his whole shaft in me. 

“It’s so hard to not just cum in you right now.” He groans, head coming to rest in the hollow of my neck to bite my skin. Pulling out and then thrusting back in. Replacing his mouth with his hand to choke me. Oscar's other arm grabbing the bottom half of my body, ravenous to reach spots no one ever has before. 

He holds dominance over my whole body. The brunette’s lips are so alluring that I try to close the gap between us. But his hand against my throat, denying me of any action I try to make on my own. 

Any normal day there would be a fight for control, but with Oscar I’d let him ruin me and then come back to do it again. Cock already stretching me out, turning everything surreal, stars appearing in my eyesight. Every part of me on fire and Oscar just pours more gasoline. Making me helpless.

My desire for him grows even as he forces each breath out of my lungs. Every detail of his dick being ingrained into my memory as he rams in and out. Hot tears crawling down my face. 

“Being such a good dumb slut for me. Gonna let me cum deep inside of your tight cunt.”

Words became foreign to me, so I hummed in response, being interrupted by a moan that involuntarily left my swollen lips. “That’s it.” Oscar grunts, hands gripping my ass and throat tighter. 

Skin colliding becomes the loudest noise in the room, overpowering our pornographic moans and whines. 

“ ‘m gonna cum Osc.” Squeezing against his throbbing dick and wailing when Oscar starts attacking my neck with his mouth, other hand playing with my breasts. 

“Release, my slut.” The name would usually bring disgust to me, but Oscar saying it has a different effect. Being the last thing to tip me off. Finally letting go and coming. Still on a high as Oscar reaches his climax. Shooting his cum deep inside of me, and covering my walls in him. 

“Fuck, you feel too good to pull out of.”

“Then don’t.”

[writingoddess1125]

You Cook For them even though you suck at it-

Buggy, Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, Shanks, Mihawk

Buggy

You you offer to cook for him he is hesitant. Buggy is actually a great cook and will take over making food for you if he catches you in the kitchens of the Big Top.

"I don't know about that (Y/N)-" He would say quickly as you smile at him.

"It will be fine I promise! I've gotten better!" No the fuck you hadnt- he shouldn't have trusted you with this when you set down a bowl of slop.

"Oh What the fuck (Y/N)!? What is this?! Why is it still moving?" He yelled poking some form of meat with a spoon and watching it twitch back.

"It's just rare!" You argue back. "Rare my ass!!" He yelled before forcing himself to take a bite.

He quite literally falls apart to the ground.

Luffy

Luffy would be excited that you offered to cook for him. Being too happy to ignore the weird smell from the kitchen and from the bowl you set down.

He quickly tucked in, eating away at the bowl until it was gone and smiling brightly at you.

"Thank you for the meal (Y/N)!" He said cheerfully, you smiled excitedly.

"Did it taste good?" He stares at you for a moment like he was thinking. "No it was pretty disgusting" you stare at him shocked.

"Why did you eat it then?" You question at his bluntness of willing to eat something gross.

"Cause you made it!" Eh Good enough-

Zoro

Is equally as bad as a cook as you- So when the two of you come together it only means chaos.

"Zoro im going make us a special meal!" You chime, watching him nod and follow along.

In the kitchen he drinks as he watches you attempt to cook. Even using his sword to cut up random vegetables and fruit. Once done it is a jet black color pouring out purple steam- He stares at it a bit afraid before taking a bite.

Zoro body would lock up- Like he had been hit with electricity. His eyes beginning to water and he grabbed the booze again to down if quickly- all of it very quickly.

"....That was awful-"

He manages to groan out as he rubbed his face.

Sanji

Will be head over heals for you, and when you offer to cook for him his whole body freezes- His eyes wide and practically screaming to not have this done-

"M-My Love! My Sweet! No need for that I can cook for us!" He insist sweat hitting his brow.

"No No, You cook for us every night! Let me do it!" You'd insist and go into his kitchen. It would quickly turn into a battle of if he loved food more then you- Once he sees you hold the knife wrong and damn near cut off a finger he steps in.

Shaking his head at this and taking the knife from you.

"Please dont- Love you um.. are cookingly challenged- I'm taking over"

Before he kicks you out of his kitchen.

Usopp

Usopp has actually pretty good taste in food, He enjoys food and has been heavily pampered by Sanji's cooking and food he be served when visiting Kaya.

So when you offer him food at first he's happy and talks about his experiences as a 'Chef' but when you bring down a half burned and half raw fish that still seemed to be twitching and some other odd trimmings that seemed to be stewed.

"Uhhh (Y/N)- you made this?"

He would question as he stared at the questionable plate.

"Yep!" Hearing your cheery voice he tries to sweet talk and lie his way around eating it at first. But once you insist he would nod and take a hefty bite. His face draining of all color as he chewed, forcing himself to swallow as he sits frozen.

"Usopp?-"

He ends up fainting-

Shanks

Shanks will try anything once, however he found out early on that you couldnt cook- While he never openly confronts you about it he does know damn well you shouldn't be near a kitchen.

Once you offer to cook for him he is jovial as normal and supportive. However when you bring out the bowl of- what looked like what a sea beast would vomit he started to sweat. Taking a big swig of his booze before taking a bite.

His whole body shivered in disgust and paled. Slowly trying to chew as he gave you a watery smile.

"It's alright It's Alright-"

Shanks said, his face turning purple as he tried to keep the food from coming back up as quickly as it came.

Mihawk

While it may be surprising but Mihawk is the pickiest of eaters- So when you say you made him a meal, He tries to hold himself back from making any comments before he's seen it.

'Maybe it's not that bad?...'

He thinks as he takes a seat at the dining room table. Waiting quietly as he hears you clattering in the kitchen- however he knew knew it would be unpleasant when the smell hits him. You step out cheery and happy as a massive bowl is set infront of him. His eyes widened at the sight- he had seen many horrible things in his life but nothing like this-

"Why is it that color?-" He would ask as you explained away that you didn't know the exact ingredients to make it so you improvised. Mihawk took a shaky breath and leaned down to give a sniff- once the fowl odor hit his nose he pushed the bowl back.

"(Y/N) Darling. You can't cook- I can't eat this... I love you dearly but whatever is in this bowl has been damned"

[lilyrizzy]

porny continuation if this snippet! omega daniel/virgin!alpha max

Of course, Daniel goes into heat first.

It's almost funny. His boss asking him to fuck his teammate, only for it to be Daniel's body that ends up begging for it, three weeks too early.

He lies naked on the top of sweaty hotel room sheets in Budapest and tries hard not to think about how the last day of his heat will now line up perfectly with the beginning of Max's rut.

A joke, really.

And Daniel is trying to hold off, to not ask for more than what they've already agreed to. Max's rut, but-

"Daniel," Max whines breathy even from the other side of the door. Daniel can picture it easily, his violent pink cheek pressed against the cool wood the same way he presses it against briefing room tables, eyes closed. His fat bottom lip catching as he speaks. "Please, Daniel, let me help."

Scent is pouring off him, clouding Daniel’s head even though there must be at least eight feet of space between where he is writhing on the bed, stuffed with his own fingers and Max trapped out in the hotel corridor. He can taste it on the back of his tongue. Alpha.

"Max," he whimpers, and really, what else can he do?

Something in the back of his brain tries to reason it will be better this way. Max won’t be so out of it now like he would be in rut. He'll get to be in control for his first time. Even if all he does is mindlessly hump into Daniel, over-eager, it will be enough for Daniel right now.

Anything will be, as long as it ends with Max's knot catching inside of him.

But when he opens the door, half-cringing at the way his slick-sticky fingers smear over the metal of the handle, Max doesn’t go straight for his cunt. He kisses Daniel, groaning against his lips as his fingertips come to cradle Daniel's jaw. The warm, wet shock of his tongue makes Daniel's stomach clench, makes him wonder where the fuck Max learnt to kiss.

Wonders who taught him.

It's a sick relief, the moment Max backs him onto the bed and slides down his body to put his mouth to Daniel, because it becomes obvious then that kissing is the extent of his experience.

Daniel tangles his hands into Max's hair and gets to work teaching him.

"Use your nose," he'd tells Max, forcing himself to ignore the desperation in his own voice, "rub it against my slit, I like that."

Max takes direction beautifully. Daniel has to prop himself up onto his elbows, abs aching, just to see him do it. Somehow the high colour on his cheeks has gotten even darker under the shine of Daniel's slick there. It tips Daniel over the edge, easy in a way none of the orgasms he's given himself in the hour before this have been.

Satisfying too, but still not enough.

"Maxy," Daniel whines after the second time. Max doesn't stop licking, even when Daniel has finished humping his cunt against his face with each wave of his orgasm. He just moans, vibration making Daniel's legs twitch. "Maxy, baby, enough teasing me. I need your knot."

But when Max lifts his head, he looks a way he never should in bed. Trapped. Nervous. The same way he's looked at Christian in team meetings after he's shunted into the wall. For a moment, Daniel hates himself so much he thinks he might be sick, then-

"I can't," Max says miserably, "Daniel, I- I'm sorry, I-"

He lifts himself onto his knees, pushing down his sweats that are damp at the front in a way that makes Daniel shiver. His cock is pretty. Bigger than Daniel would have thought in a way that only makes sense now that he's faced with it, flushed as dark as his face. One of the bigger dicks Daniel is going to have taken.

Then Daniel sees the problem.

"Your knot already popped?" He asks, eyes catching on the fist Max has curled protectively around it. A little in awe because- "But you haven't come?"

Daniel didn't smell it, and Max's hurt little shake of his head is only confirmation.

That isn't normal.

"Sometimes, I- In the driver's room, after races when I can smell you stronger." Max is tripping over his words as he hastily explains like he thinks Daniel is mad or something. "Because of your sweat. I just- I thought could wait this time, but of course I- I'm sorry I-"

"Hey, Maxy," Daniel interrupts him, surging forward to kiss him with a softness that doesn't match the mounting desperation inside of him. "It's okay. You just need it really badly, don't you?"

Max sucks in a breath and nods shakily, nose brushing against Daniel's. The smell of his own slick is so strong on Max's face, and Daniel's cunt clenches down around nothing, reminding him of where he needs to be filled.

"Do you still want to try to give it to me?" He asks and watches Max pull back like he's been burnt, eyes going wide.

"Daniel," he breathes, but Daniel just lies back down on the bed, spreading his legs wider. Presenting, a traitorous corner of his brain reminds him. Max's hand tightens around himself, at the same time as his eyes fix on where Daniel is still leaking steadily against the bed.

"I need it," he says again. "It will be nice for you too, to have me tight around you, to get to come inside."

Max bites his plush bottom lip, and Daniel can see how badly he wants it. It makes it easier to ignore his own shame in practically begging a teenager for it. Max's dick kicks in his hand, a drop of precome dripping from the tip.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says, and Daniel knows this is the last hurdle before he gets what he wants.

"You won't," he promises, moving to wrap his legs around Max's thighs, where he's still kneeling over Daniel. "I'll help you to be good for me."

The first push inside is agonisingly slow, even though the fat base of Max's dick is nowhere near Daniel's rim yet. Daniel bites back a plea for him to go quicker, focusing instead on praising him. Making it good for him.

"That's perfect baby," he assures him when Max has jerkily fucked himself inside as far as he can go before his knot catches on the wrong side of Daniel. "You should look. See how well you are doing."

As though he'd been waiting for permission, Max's eyes snap down to where he's pressed half inside, and he lets out a painful sounding shudder. Then his eyes scrunch shut, head hanging low on his neck.

"Daniel," he whimpers like the only thing he knows how to say is his name.

"Don't come," Daniel instructs, though he feels so close himself from looking too. At the obscene bulge of Max, knotted up just outside where he wants him. "I need you to be good."

Max nods again, the muscles of his back straining, but he doesn't wait for Daniel's instruction this time before he's making his first tentative thrust against where Daniel is trying hard to open up enough for him.

It's a slow, perfect screw inside. It has Daniel writhing, whimpering against the damp sheets, unable to do much else other than let out words of encouragement that Max seems to lap up greedily, each one making his dick twitch inside Daniel.

When his knot finally pops inside, it takes only one more grind of his rabbiting hips before Max is coming with a shout. There’s a rush of wetness, leaking out around the sides of where they are tied because there's so much and Daniel is sloppy and open. It's enough to have him tipping over the edge too.

It's the best orgasm of his life.

Immediately after he's finished shuddering through it, Max's mouth is back in him. First, on his lips, then his cheek, working his way down to suck at the mating gland on Daniel's neck. Dangerously close to doing something they would both regret in a week's time.

Daniel should tell him to stop.

"Tell me how I feel," he says instead, desperate to hear suddenly that it was just as good for Max. He'll need to go again soon, wants the confirmation to smooth his way through the next few days of endless fucking he's going to ask Max for.

"Tight," Max whines, tongue catching on Daniel's neck in a way that makes him clench around Max, making them both moan. "Warm and wet. Safe, and- The best, Daniel."

As he speaks his teeth begin grazing. Light at first, then sharper. Scraping.

"Max," Daniel warns, but all Max says is please. Hips humping against Daniel like there's anything left to give him.

He should push him away. He should tell him to stop. He should-

His legs tighten around Max's waist, holding him close. Hands cradling Max's head against his throat, it's a noise of pleasure-tinted relief they both let out when Max finally bites.

[greenlotusleaf]

@widenmyhips

Hi Poppy, this one's for you. Hope it's mean enough :)

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Kurt clicked through spreadsheets and diagrams, triple-checking things he already knew were correct. He shifted in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position where he could reach both keyboard and mouse, and could see the screen, but where his belly wasn't crushing his lungs or bladder or whatever other parts were crammed into his abdomen. These days, he felt about 85% belly, 15% miscellaneous..

The sound of the front door interrupted Kurt's grousing. "Naomi? Is that you?" He heaved his body down from the bed to go check.

It was, indeed, Naomi. She set her bags down in the kitchen and breezed into the house with a lightness that made Kurt envious. "I left work early! I wanted to bring you lunch." She kissed him on the forehead, then appraised him at arms' length. "How's my little prince feeling? And aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

Kurt pushed away, huffily. "Not so little, as you're perfectly aware. And I've been in bed all morning. AND I've already had lunch. It's nearly two PM." He watched Naomi watching him, her poker face at full strength. But hunger overpowered irritation, and he flicked his eyes to the takeout bag. "...What did you bring me?"

"Cobb salad," she offered. "From Diane's Barbecue. I know you've been so hungry, lately." It was a sweet gesture, and Kurt knew defeat when it came calling. He waddled to the counter and began to unpack the bag.

Soon, he was pouring creamy jalapeño dressing over a vast salad, and Naomi was gliding over beside him to rub his back. "So, how was your day, handsome?"

Kurt surprised them both by bursting into tears.

"Completely terrible! Installation started on the Omaha job today, and I'm stuck here, instead of being there to run it."

"Aww, sweetie," Naomi soothed. "That's awful! I'm sorry, I didn't realize that was today."

"They're sending Alan instead," Kurt grumbled, hoisting a bacon-and-brisket-heavy forkful. "This fucking sucks so bad."

"Alan? Seriously?? But you've been designing Omaha for months, and Alan's a dipshit!"

"But Alan, and this is really crucial, isn't too fat to do the installation!" Kurt smoothed his shirt taut over his body, and Naomi took the dare, openly looking at her husband's new enormity. His belly, spherical and huge, pulled little gaps between the buttons of his shirt and tented the garment out in front of him like a pornographically short dress. His hips had grown so wide that only maternity sweats had any prayer of containing them, and they stretched obscenely over his wobbling ass. Kurt had softened up generally, his body padded out by unexpected new softness in every direction.

"Oh, babe," Naomi swept forward to embrace him. "You're not fat, you're just pregnant! Wonderfully, gorgeously, handsomely pregnant with our little miracles!"

"Don't lie to me," he shuddered into her embrace. "It's both, I know I'm both, so pregnant and so fucking fat! It's not fair! Your babies are making me huge, I'm hungry literally all the time, and I still have two months to go! And I--" He stopped himself short and shoved away. "Are you seriously getting a fucking erection right now?"

There wasn't any point in trying to hide it, so she didn't. "Am I not allowed to admire my handiwork, now? Is that the new rule?"

He sputtered, not finding words, so she stepped forward, her dick visibly hard now, in outline against her slacks. "Yes. I like your body like this. I like you swollen, so ripe for me. You *know* I do." She advanced on him again. "And *I* know... that *you* like it too."

"Fuck you."

But his heart wasn't in it, and when she put her hand on his cheek, he didn't turn away. "Didn't you ask for this? Didn't you climb up on top of me and beg me..." --she put her other hand on the vast, tight curve of his belly-- "...for this?"

"Yes, but...."

She was slowly rubbing his belly, now. Winding him up. "Go on."

"But it was only a fantasy!" he whined. "And I didn't actually think you could do it. But then you fucking pumped me full of triplets, and now I feel ready to explode!"

Naomi rested her hand on his thickened waist, just above the hip, and squeezed. "Sounds like you underestimated me, and you got what you deserved." She was pulling him forward, grinding her cock into his swollen belly through their clothes.

Kurt, without words, could only whimper. So Naomi went on: "Is this the same husband who pushed his little stomach out to tease me, and told me to imagine how big he could get? Well, I don't have to imagine anymore, fat boy, so where's that teasing energy now? Whatever happened to 'just wait until I'm too big to fuck, and all I can do is worship this cock'? You sounded like you were looking forward to it."

In spite of himself, Kurt felt himself heating up. She was right, she knew him too thoroughly, knew how to push all his buttons, leaving him a mewling mess. Part of him hated how easily she could manipulate him like this, but a much bigger part of him leaned in, pursuing the feeling she was inciting. He pressed his head against her chest, feeling his pussy throb.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Naomi consoled. "I know it's been a rough day. Let's go to the bed, and I'll make you feel better, huh?"

"Okay," Kurt conceded. "I think I really need that today."

"Of course, my love," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Can you still even reach your dick?"

He flushed even redder, flooded with a potent mix of lust and shame. "Shut the fuck up."

She pushed him gently down onto the edge of the bed and kissed him silent, her hands undoing his shirt buttons one by one. "Make me? ...But I doubt you can do that either, really...." With his shirt fully opened, she caressed the huge, swollen dome of his belly, tracing the angry red stretchmarks, brushing up against his protruding belly button. She pushed him back, until he was fully laying down, his legs off the bed, his belly towering over him. "Lately it seems like *I'm* the one making *you* do things."

Kurt squirmed on the bed, trying to push his sweatpants down over his broadened hips. Naomi watched him struggle a moment before helping, grasping his waistband while he lifted his enormous ass off the bed, allowing her to disrobe him.

He panted, naked, on the bed, feeling the cool air on his skin, feeling his wife's hungry gaze. He was insatiable; he was desperate to be taken, devoured, used.

"Like grow?" he asked, affecting innocence. "Like grow a big, round, heavy belly for you?" He put his hands on his stomach, emphasizing its size. Craning his neck to see past his baby bump, he watched Naomi slip out of her blouse, her tiny tits making the spectacle of his bloated body seem even more vast. "Or like the way you've made me waddle, and squeeze through doorways, and overflow chairs, while you get to be the-- hhmmfff --graceful, skinny bitch on my arm?"

She was standing nude between his thighs now, resting her erection against his labia, making him gasp. "Or like the way you've made me outgrow all my clothes?" She leaned forward on tiptoe, dragging her breasts lightly over his swollen bump, teasing his lips with the motion of her cock, too outside. "That's just a plot to get you to spend more time naked," she smiled, fingers skipping playfully across his plump chest. Tall as she was, she couldn't reach any closer to his jaw from this angle. Not past that gigantic gut.

"What about the way you're making me eat and eat, eat constantly, ravenously, eat myself huge," he gasped, "just to keep your babies comfortable? Do you even know," he dropped his voice low, conspiratorially, grinding against her cock and trying to get it inside him, "how much heavier I am now than when you knocked me up? *Eighty pounds.* You put *eighty pounds* on me, with your cum and all this takeout. And... I think that turns you on. You fucking pervert."

"Of course that turns me on," Naomi stood and kissed the top of his belly. "How could it not? You're built like a fertility god! But I happen to know," she began, slowly kneeling, kissing her was down the curve of his vastness, "that you're equally a pervert, because you get off on this just as much as I do, or maybe more. I haven't done a single thing you haven't asked for."

"But you knocked me up with triplets!" He squirmed as she made her way down between his fattened thighs, to his molten core. "You made me a w-- w-- whale!"

"You were begging for it, sweet boy. As I see it," she took a cruel break from licking to drive the stake into his heart, "the main difference right now between you and Alan-- currently not on bedrest and too fat to install robots-- is that *Alan* didn't spread his slutty little legs and beg for his womb to be flooded until he was as big as a house. Now, refresh my memory... who *did* do that?"

He waited, in agony, but she had more patience. He desperately needed her to continue eating him out, to get him off. The confession built up like pressure in a volcano, until it burst forth from his lips: "...I did! I wanted your cock and your baby inside me! I wanted to get heavy and round for you! And I am! I am!"

He knotted his fingers in the sheets as she resumed taking care of him, feeling helpless and huge. He imagined he could feel himself growing under her lustful attention. He wondered how big he would be in two more months, and how ravenous that would make his wife.

"Please," he gasped. "Let me cum. I can't-- I'm too big to do it myself."

She pushed him over the edge into climax, and he came.

When the shaking subsided, Kurt opened his eyes to see Naomi standing, smiling down at him over his belly. He thought back to what he said and imagined in the heat of the moment and burned with embarrassment, but she just caressed his enormous girth, gently asking if he was comfortable, satisfied, happy. He felt her hardness brush against his inner thigh, and a shiver surged through him.

"I love you," she said, and he basked in the glow of her voice. "And I love the way you look right now."

"Even though I'm too big," he protested softly?

Her hands moved, grabbing his hips roughly. "Listen to me. This sexy, wonderful body belongs to me now, husband mine. Every inch of it, every pound, all belongs to me. So if you're overstuffed, if you're feeling heavy and bloated and wide," her cock pressed against his entrance, punctuating her words, "that's because I'm making you that way. On purpose. Because you're mine and that's how I want you.

"Now spread for me and take this cock like a good little prince, and remind me how you ended up so big to begin with."

With a slow effort, Kurt spread his thighs a little wider, as his wife demanded. Why did this kind of talk turn him on so much? She was pushing him around in every way-- pushing him to grow bigger and bigger, pushing him down onto the bed-- and now she was pushing into him, parting his slick folds with her hardness. He felt like a detached observer, a hovering presence in the room, watching himself from a distance. He watched the fat man on the bed squirm, pinned beneath a ripening belly, his whole body wobbling as his tall, trim wife fucked her pleasure out of him. He was spellbound, watching her beautiful, slender body move within him, so much more compact now than his heavy bulk. She was the reason for this contrast, the reason he had blown up like this-- she and the same greedy, frenzied rutting she was repeating now.

He saw himself placing his hands on his huge belly and bucking his hips, heard himself moan and curse and plead. And then her voice brought him back to himself.

"Next time, I'm going to *really* knock you up," she growled, still pounding him. "Eighty pounds will be nothing. We'll fill you full of fertility supplements, make sure you're ovulating more than anybody ever has... and then, I'll...."

"You're going to make me burst!" he cried out. "You're going to make me too full, I'll tear in half, I'll explode, I'll, I'll split like a ripe fruit, you can't!"

She leaned in over his belly, hands caressing him while her cock thrust away within him like a promise. "My big, strong man can take it," she crooned. "And I know you too well: by the time we'll need to start the drugs, you'll be begging for it. Because... because that's why fertility gods get worshipped."

She fell silent, drawing near to her own climax, and he waited. Waited for her load, waited to grow even larger, waited for birth and recovery and all that comes after, and he imagined a future of pills and injections, a womb like a fuse ready to light, Naomi's hungry smiles and teasing caresses as she waits for the right moment to deliver on her threats. He imagined her cock, beautiful, terrifying, poised to set off an unstoppable change, imagined himself impossibly heavy, scared, sexy, out-of-control, growing without end.

"Please," Kurt gasped. "I want you to make me...."

Then he trembled, and cried out, and came.

[starpirateee]

Alr Imma do something complicated unexpected and suggest some Shitty Cops (Bailey and Sam)

You're welcome, Oz <3

Oh my god shitty cops in my inbox 😭 this will be a pleasure and a curse, these two are so awful...

Uhhh @oswaldpettyeye , Nab wanted you to see this so... C'mere, take your shitty cops and their shitty requited pining that makes them argue like an old married couple

Pre tw for blood, death and vomiting

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The team pushed open the door, flashlight beams bouncing off the walls. It had been almost twenty years since he'd been at Hatchetfield High, but much like the rest of this town, it hadn't changed in the slightest.

The first thing he saw when he entered was the message written out on the wall. The light from hid torch reflected off it, adding a certain ominous shine to the lettering. It looked like paint, but on closer inspection, he found that not to be the case at all.

"That's fuckin' blood," he declared, unable to do anything but stare as the viscous red dripped down the wall.

As more of the squad investigated the writing, he moved further into the locker room, feeling a wave of nausea overcome him. This wasn't happening. For god's sake, he was Sam fucking Sweetly, he didn't get grossed out by some crime scene. That wasn't him.

For the time being, he swallowed that back and tried to continue on his investigation. He pushed open the door to one of the toilet stalls, having followed a trail of blood on the ground, and peered inside. Led by the torch beam, he scanned the tiny space, and felt his stomach drop as the pit of nausea returned in an instant.

"Holy shit-"

There was a boy, face down on the ground. His blood stained the floor, the edge of the seat, and most of the clothing that was visible. The kid's hair was soaked, his body was bloated, and his skin was already greying.

Sam ran to the next stall along, tripping over himself, and barely managed to pull his hair back before he vomited.

 

--

 

"How fast can you get here?"

"Hatchetfield High? I'll be there in ten."

Bailey sauntered into the break room, looking to grab himself a drink. Technically, he could be at the high school in five minutes; he was allowed to break the speed limit if he needed to. Before he got into that, though, he was going to pick up a coffee.

Immediately, he noticed Sam, lounging against one of the chairs with a glass in hand. Bailey didn't know whether it was just the bright lights, or whether there was something wrong, but he looked a little paler than usual.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up, at least acknowledging the presence of the other officer. "Oliver."

Bailey's brow creased. "What happened? Where's everyone else?"

"It's just me." Sam leaned back, finishing off his glass and running his free hand over his face. "I'm not going back to that fuckin' school."

"Why not?"

"None of ya damn business!"

Bailey held up his hands. One moment, he was focusing on the way Sam looked at him, seemingly more alarmed that he'd chosen to ask than defensive over the actual answer. The next moment, still wondering why he'd been called in to replace this guy of all people, he had averted his attention in order to pour himself the coffee that had been brewing. "Geez, it was just a question..."

"Well, lay off."

He was pale. That wasn't a trick of the light. Sam was washed out and pallid, his forehead still slick with sweat despite his efforts to keep it at bay. If Bailey had been paying more attention, he would've noticed the way Sam was gripping the glass so hard that his knuckles had gone white, but he wasn't, so he didn't.

Closing the lid on his cup, he turned around and leaned against the counter, glancing in Sam's direction. He slipped the shades from his top pocket and over his eyes. "I got called in as your replacement, I just wanna know what I'm dealing with here."

"Murder." Sam's answer came quickly, bluntly. A manner that was fully expected. "Dead body. All that shit."

Bailey's eyebrow quirked. "... What's the matter, Sweetly? Scared of a little blood?"

Sam snarled, his gaze snapping over his shoulder to meet Bailey's. "Shut the fuck up and do your goddamn job, Bailey."

As he walked out, Sam swore he heard a huff of laughter. He cursed under his breath and sank back into the chair. What an asshole.

 

--

 

Bailey arrived late. This was a surprise to nobody. In fact, there was someone waiting outside to point him in the right direction, and he hadn't checked his watch once. When the squad car pulled up to the school's parking lot, he just hummed, awaiting the other officer. "Bailey. Here for Sweetly, I'm guessing?"

"Yep," Bailey looked around as he approached, as if Sam had followed him or something. "What happened to him? He refused to tell me..."

"He refused to tell you? Well, he got in there, saw the body, and vomited. Immediately."

Bailey scoffed initially. "Nah, no way. He wouldn't, he's too-" then it clicked. He remembered the state that Sam was in when he'd found him. His pallid face, the size of that glass of water... His eyes went wide. "Wait, are you fucking serious?"

In return, he got a nod that almost forced a bark of involuntary laughter out of him.

"Sweetly ralphed?!"

"Body was found in the locker room, thank god. He made it to one of the open stalls... Didn't contaminate the crime scene or anything, but he was a fucking mess."

Still is.

That much went unsaid. Bailey decided to give Sam a little bit of his dignity. Not like he deserved it, but he was still recovering! Maybe he'd goad him for it later... To his face, perhaps. He really was scared of a little blood...

For now, he cut him a little slack. He was already gonna get it for deciding to call himself "Hatchetfield's Finest", rubbing it in now was only setting him up for worse, and Bailey wanted to make this last.

"Show me this shit, I think I have to see what all the damn fuss is about."

The two of them made their way to the locker room. As their footsteps echoed through the hallways, Bailey momentarily let himself feel a little nervous. Sam was known for being the toughest guy in the precinct. He was a loudmouth, sure, but he usually followed through on his threats. The fact that the crime scene made him vomit had to mean it was pretty damn serious.

And serious, it was.

He got the chance to look over the body of the boy, the locker room itself, and the message on the wall. Immediately, he saw why Sam had felt so nauseous: this was an absolute mess, and that poor kid had really gotten the worst of it from whoever did this.

"Jesus, talk about a bully, huh?" He said aloud, thinking about the facts. This kid was drowned in the toilet, for god's sake, that was a classic move! They'd been doing it since he was in highschool!

"Huh?"

All attention was suddenly on him. He stopped in his tracks when he realised the conversation had died off completely. "What?"

"A bully?"

"Uh, yeah? Face down in the fuckin toilet? That's a classic bully move! This kid quite literally got bullied to death, ain't it obvious?"

"So... What? We're looking for someone this kid's age?"

Bailey shrugged. "Didn't say that. Could be someone who never grew outta old habits, wanted to make things look interesting." He was pretty convinced that this was the work of someone of a similar age; the writing on the wall gave that one away. The words Nerdy Prudes Must Die weren't generally something a self respecting adult would write, even if they were out for blood.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, another case they'd been running before this murder came up. There had been someone else disappear from this school not two weeks ago. Sure they hadn't actually found any leads yet, but this couldn't be a coincidence. "Hey, we got a name for this kid yet?"

"Mhm, coroner has him identified as... Richard Lipschitz."

"Didn't some kid go missing from here a couple weeks back?"

"The football star? Jägerman?"

Okay, so Lipschitz definitely didn't look like a football star, but Bailey couldn't exactly say he'd been paying full attention to that case when it came up. All he knew was some teenager had turned up missing from Hatchetfield High, and now another had been killed.

"You think they're related? The cases?"

"... Could be."

 

--

 

By the time Bailey got back to the precinct, Sam had long since passed the point of forcing himself to work to make himself look better. One thing was for sure, and that was hat he definitely looked a little more alive than the last time Bailey had seen him.

He managed to stop him when they were passing in the corridor, which managed to agitate him enough as it was, but when he looked up straight into Bailey's eyes, he scowled.

"What?"

"... Farris told me." Bailey admitted. "Everything."

"Oh that fucking snake." Sam hissed, the fire behind his eyes igniting. "And what? You come to gloat about how right you were? Fucking hell, you're such a child."

Bailey faltered. He'd never liked admitting he was wrong, and Sam didn't deserve the satisfaction of it, but he had been wrong, when it came down to it. He sighed. "Jesus Christ... No, I- you were-"

Never before had he sounded like such a stuttering prick. The hell was his problem?

"Nah, y'know, I don't think you'd have been the only one to ralph after seeing that shit."

Sam smirked like his cocky edge had never been lost. "What's the matter, Oliver, scared of a little blood?"

[siremasterlawrence]

Freestyle Bar

“This bar makes Stars “ Tom Holland says in a deep sleep as he rolls over on to his back as he snores.In deep slumber his mind drifts away until he thinks he is awoken, he sits up in his bed in a feverish sweat. His mind grows groggy landing on to his feet he slips from his bedroom and out the door as it shuts.

There is a long path of bricks leading in to a blue brick road his feet start to shuffle ever forward. As he continues to walk something is most definitely off with bright lights striking past him.Loud music is playing blasting through the windows fully propelling him forward as his fest begins to break out.

Reaching edge of the road he comes to a full stop standing, staring and lost in a sea of amusement.He watches through the window at the utter beauty of a wondrous light show with neon lights swaying away.People are dancing away with the dj and the bartender are in dance mode performing all over the place.

Tom enters the foray in to the door way slip in to the hallway as he moves closer to the end of the entrance. He is left in awe stepping an inch closer the doors slam shut automatically locking in place there is no escape.The music grows louder booming higher in to the massive cabin as the dj begins to go blending genres.

Less then a second people stop everything they are doing as they stare up in to the sky watching the beautiful dance being unveil .It is for all to see as the ceiling slides open letting the fresh night air and the stars are on full display. “The shooting stars are driving everyone to a new high, the world is crazy, give in so we may dance.” Dj states.

The music penetrates his mind bouncing all over the place everything goes wild in awe amazing effort.He loosens up dancing like a crazy person in his clothes, stripping off what still exist of the semblance of his life.He spins about landing on his feet he faces in to two mirror, poor Tom Holland is an actor no more he backs up.

The cabin grows dark leaving him isolated and alone with both slamming back on to the floor smashing.The glass shards are breaking extremely loose spreading on to the floor and shaking him in to his core.He walks to one kneeling down he peers in to the shards seeing alternating versions of himself.

The shards are starts to align crawling one little shover growing closer to him as they are reassembling. They form the back building it as it core and the shards jump on to it completely showing him who he is.He continues to back up in to an invisible wall behind him and find himself total blocked in place.

Dj Tom Holland exists the motto pushing past the glass on to the floor of the dark room as he looking so fine.Behind him there is a hand touching both of his shoulders, he grips him tight with love in his heart.That is bartender Tom Holland started to turn him to face him and he finally gave in to it like a puff of smoke meeting with both versions of him.

“Hello everyone!”

“My name is Tom”

“Tom here too”

“We are here to rock your body”

“Mold your mind”

“Set you loose”

“24/7”

“7 days a week”

“365 days a year”

“Who wants a drink?”

“Who wants to party?”

“Go bat shit crazy”

“I love these moves”

“Do you want this body”

“Who wants to join me and feel me up?”

“Touch my body “

“I’ll pour you a drunk”

“Hell yeah! Fuck yeah!”

the end

[darklinsblog]

Happy Wife | Sandman Imagine

Summary: The birth of his daughter makes the King close the chapter of old love history to move on.

Pairing: Morpheus x Lilith! Reader

Requested: Yes

Part I

Screams echoed through the realm, as the queen Lilith gave birth to Morpheus’ child. You had been in labor for hours, your night gown was stuck to your skin due to the sweat, you were drenched, your husband couldn’t understand how you kept going even through the pain.

There was a point where you needed to stop, he could tell you were crying due to your puffy eyes, your hair was wet and you were struggling to breathe.

It was unfair for him to simply stand there and watch you pour your soul out to get this baby out, so he took his coat off, rolling up his sleeves and joined his wife on the bed.

“What on all evils’ name are you doing?” You asked breathlessly, at this point you could barely keep your eyes open, Morpheus got behind you, and he put his arms right below your breasts, so your spouse became this new weight of support to you, he pulled you up softly, helping you sit.

“Assisting the birth of our child” he said as you breathed heavily, Lucienne who was assisting the birth looked at you, you nodded. Letting her know you were ready.

“Okay, my Queen. Push!” You followed her instructions and taking a deep breath you pushed as hard as you could, your whole body tensed, your legs started shaking uncontrollably, you bit your lip trying your best to quiet down your pain, you held enclosed your arm around your husband’s wrist so hard, that if he wasn’t an Endless you would’ve surely snapped his arm bones in two.

You felt as the child descended from your insides, painfully slow, you went as far as you could before giving out, collapsing on your husband, laying your head on his shoulder while breathing through your mouth.

“Morpheus..” you whispered, making your husband look at your drenched face, in awe of you, even when you were exhausted and drenched in a mixture of fluids, you were dazzling to his eyes.

“Yes?”

“If you wish for another child, you would have to give birth yourself, you fucking bastard” Morpheus chuckled nervously as Lucienne looked at the queen in awe, somehow feeling she shouldn’t be listening to this. But there was still a child to be delivered.

“One last time, your majesty” Lucienne asked you, you sat down again.

“You got this, my love” your husband whispered in your ear.

You took a deep breath before pushing this new life out of you, your face went bright red and you screamed at the top of your lungs until all the pain stopped, the cries of your baby filled the room, Lucienne cut the cord that bind you to your child. She picked the baby softly wrapping the tiny being in a blanket and giving the child to their parents.

Morpheus held your baby as the placenta came shortly after the birth, you were drained, your whole body was shivering but now you could recover. It was a beautiful baby girl, that you named Cahya.

You had been taking care of your daughter for weeks now, both of you were tired but beyond happy with this beautiful life you had created, being able to take care of his daughter, Morpheus was reminded there was still an important conversation to have with his wife.

He went to see you, finding you putting down Cahya for her sleep, he was delighted by the sight, he approached you, holding your waist, you looked at your spouse smiling softly, you went outside to let your newborn sleep in peace.

Your husband held your waist and you grabbed your arms around his neck. “You remember when you asked me if I still loved Calliope?” you were taken back by his words, wondering why he was touching the subject now.

“Yes?”

“I’ve realized I didn’t express myself clearly before… I do have love for the memory of Calliope, but I am in love with you, with our life and that won’t change” his words were comforting, you smiled widely.

“You don’t need to reassure me, Morpheus. All that I needed to know you showed it to me the day Cahya was born” the Endless’ eyes soften, showing an immense tenderness. “You weren’t just there, you assisted the birth. There has not been a shadow of doubt about your commitment”

That was the honest truth, because you knew Morpheus better than anyone, he wouldn’t go out of his way to be in the birth and assist you if he didn’t love you.

If he loved Calliope he would not care about being present during the birth, much less go out of his way to ensure you would get through the birth. Because the past did not matter anymore, Morpheus heart and mind belonged to his present and future with you.

[korebringerofded]

Tension -Jim Hopper X Reader

Tension -Jim Hopper X Reader

Pairing- Jim Hopper X Bartender!Reader

Summary- Hopper goes to the same bar in Hawkins almost every night but when a new woman is there it catches him off guard. He ends of falling for her very quickly and it all comes to a head.

Warnings- NSFW NOT FOR CHILDREN FUCK OFF KIDS THIS IS ADULT TERRITORY Smut, x reader, bad writing, no that one is prob true (f) oral, semi-public sex, alcohol, kinda slow burn but not really,

The evening sky was already a deep orange as Jim Hopper pulled his dented, creaking truck into the parking lot of the Hideaway Bar. He sat there for a moment, leaning his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment as the evening heat boiled the inside of the truck. He had a truly awful day, a number of shithead teens were causing all sorts of trouble around town. Leaving chief Jim Hopper to chase them around all day, that combined with the boiling heat left him in a particularly bad mood. He pulled himself from the driver seat and after rubbing his hand over his jaw to wipe off any sweat he made his way inside the air conditioned bar. 

The bar, as normal, was scattered with only a few others who sat huddled around the dust-covered tv watching whatever game was on. It was a familiar sight for Jim, a comfort, and he was there often. Week after week it was always the same sharp smell, the same watered down beers, and the same seat at the bar. Not like that was difficult considering the constant lack of change that took place in Hawkins. 

Perhaps that was what caught Jim Hopper so off guard when he sat down and was greeted by you, for a single moment the two of you stared at each other, your glossy lips formed into a wide smile that for a moment caught Jim’s heart right in his throat. Hopper's eyes scanned up and down your body quickly, feeling heat spread rapidly over him. He felt drool pooling in his mouth, he had never seen you before, and he was absolutely sure he would have remembered if he had. 

“Sorry about that, it’s my first day” Your voice was soft and quiet at first, pulling Hopper from his own cloudy thoughts with a jolt. “Can I get you anything?” Your voice was silk in his ears, pouring over him with light. 

Hopper could hardly catch his breath at the sight of you, hip popped to the side with a white apron tied tightly to your curves. Something about your innocence caught Jim completely off guard,your sun kissed light and tart sweetness made all the sharp parts of himself seem unimportant, and small. For the past few years he had ordered the same beer at this same bar almost everyday for god knows how long. Now there was this new, beautiful thing he couldn’t get out of his mind. And it was just like that he was completely wrapped around your finger.

Things went on like that for a few weeks, his days passing in a slow and dreary succession until the moment he was able to smell your sweet floral scent and hear your musical laugh as you poured him whatever drink you had convinced him to try.Your eyes would watch him close with anticipation and a huge toothy grin spread over your face. Hopper would come to notice many things about you,especially that when you were anxious you would start to anxiously chew on your bottom lip, hands wringing your now faded apron. He found great joy in teasing you relentlessly but nonetheless he complied with just about any demand you made. Despite all of your rather obvious flirting, Jim Hopper was still incredibly hopeless, unsure if you were even interested in him. Even if you had made several attempts at showing him, but again, Jim Hopper is incredibly hopeless. 

The bar, as normal at this time, was partially dead with only a few remaining customers shoved in a few booths towards the back of the bar. Jim finished the rest of the beer in his glass in a quick gulp, unsure how many he had at this point. He had also burned through almost two packs of cigarettes as his leg bounced rapidly, wiping the growing sweat from his face with his hand. He had told himself for weeks he would at least make some kind of move, ask you on a date, and yet as he was right in front of you the words died on his lips. You were breathtaking, as always, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you cleaned the bar with a well-used rag. You had been ranting about work or something while JIm found his eyes scanning over your chest and stomach as small parts of your skin showed through the hem of your shirt while you stretched to reach for a bottle on the shelf behind you.

“You okay? You seem out of it today.” Your soft giggles certainly caught him off guard while you waved your hand in front of his face, now only inches away from his face. As the two of you were nose to nose he could feel your breath fan over his face and his mouth went dry. He struggled to keep his eyes on your face as your breasts were pushed up close to him as you leaned against the bar just slightly. Your eyes were droopy, eyelashes fluttering.

There were still a few people in the bar but neither of you seemed to care as Jim stumbled behind you, his eyes watching your every move, guiding you through the door of the cramped bathroom. As soon as Jim was in front of you,the door shut and locked behind him and almost immediately his hands were on your hips, fondling you with his thick fingers.

 He was trembling before but the moment he felt your skin on his he was cool and exact. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made him feel so much more confident than normal. His lips pressed against the deep curve in your neck, his stubble tickling your skin slightly. You giggled for a moment before his hands tugged at the hem of your shirt, you adjusted so he could pull it over your head, the two of you never breaking eye contact. There was something intense about the way he watched you and the way you watched him back. One that could be felt and seen, material, physical. The other bits of your clothes were quickly tossed aside onto the dirty bathroom floor and Jim towered over you, now fully naked as well, his thick cock bouncing against his thigh for a moment before he leaned forward connecting your lips, pressing his hands against your breasts and rubbing circles over your already hard nipples. You fought back a moan. You knew the walls were thin. You didn’t want to lose your job of course but something about his tongue swirling over your nipples that really made you forget where you were, made you forget the flickering light above. You melted against him as he moved slowly down your body that was pressed firmly against the cool wall behind you. He gripped your thighs, pulling them apart as he slowly licked up and down your dripping cunt. In an instant he adjusted and connected his mouth to your clit, his tongue working painfully slow as you twitched against him. Your head dropped back as he continued, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pumped a finger into your thoroughly soaked cun before pulling all the way out and then fucking you with his thick fingers, pressing and curling as they pumped into you, the lewd wet noises madeyour face run red hot. You had drool forming in your mouth as hot white pleasure built up in you, slick now running down your thighs. You couldn’t take much more of this.

“Hopper…” You whimpered, it was soft and desperate. Your eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Fuck me, please.” You begged, fingers tangling in his hair. 

“Say it again.” His voice was dark as he gently lowered your legs and moved to tower over you again, he had to bend down slightly to be nose to nose with you. 

‘What?” You looked at him, confused. Your face was bright red as he watched you with anticipation. 

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, kitten. I want to hear you say it.” He grinned, obviously pleased with himself. 

‘Hopper…” You pouted for a moment before meeting his stare. “Please…fuck me. I need you.” You looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy. 

That was really all he needed. He wasn’t sure he could wait any longer. 

He was on you quickly, grabbing your hips and pushing you up the wall so you could wrap your legs around him, his hands gripped your ass as he held you against the wall, his throbbing dick pressed against your dripping cunt. He aligned with your entrance, groaning and leaning his head back as he thrusted into your hot entrance. He groaned for a moment, gripping your ass tightly before he pushed all the way in. You felt your eyes roll back as he stretched your cunt, he was much bigger than you realized and that white hot pleasure immediately rushed over your skin as he fucked into you, slow and deep at first before he could no longer hold back and was fucking you roughly against the wall, one of his arms supporting you while the other rubs circles over your throbbing clit.

“Hopper…I-I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, kitten, I am so close. Fuck I wanna feel you cum around my dick, baby.” He stuttered, groans escaping his lips as he spoke. 

All at once that ocean of fiery heat washed over and you came loudly with a scream, in that moment the entire bar disappeared as the two of you rode out your high. He pumped into you a few more times before one final deep thrust filled you deep and hot, leaving you full of Jim Hoppers cum. 

[sumire-no-nikki]

A Day Out

I had to do groceries this afternoon so I thought I would treat myself with a day out while I'm at it! The weather has cooled down ever so slightly and by that I mean from 30C down to 28C with a little breeze. Not much, I know. But that 2C is the difference between actively sweating just by breathing, and being able to manage walking outside without wanting to plop on the concrete and throwing a tantrum because I fucking hate summer.

That said, it wasn't helpful that the train was packed. Oh it was awful. Not a single seat open and the corridors were filled with people standing. I would have decided to go back home and just drive to a shop nearby, but I've made it that far already so I thought I might as well stick with it. In the end I'm happy to say it paid off. I had a very lovely day out!

First thing on the agenda was to try new beans but I'm afraid that part of the trip was a bust. I intended to purchase some espresso beans from this Mexican-themed cafe that I always pass by but it seems they've just roasted their beans (and they need to rest for a couple of days before they're ready to brew!) So unfortunately I will have to try them another time.

From there I entered my usual manga and general nerdy stuff store. I found some new manga I'm keen on but I stopped myself from spending. I don't really have the time to get into a new series right now, but I've definitely added a lot of new titles to my "to-read-in-the-far-future" list lol. I did make some really cool discoveries while browsing the store though! There's a manga series adaptation of Victor Hugo's Les Miserables! I read a couple of pages of it and it looks so good! And there's also a Junji Ito adaptation of No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai which, as it is by Junji Ito, looks nothing short of spectacular. Oh, can you believe it!! All these new adaptations of modern classics! I hope there will be more! As bewildering as it was to see No Longer Human on "as seen on booktok" tables in bookstores (the very existence of which seems to trigger my fight-or-flight response lol) I'm ultimately just very happy people are reading these great works. These manga adaptations will get so many people into reading the classics, I think. And that can only be for the good.

From there I headed for my usual cafe. I ordered a slice of chocolate cake and a lovely pour over coffee from Kenya. The cup I had today tasted of bright orange with quite a full body. I enjoyed my treats while reading for about an hour or so outside. It was way too hot to stay inside, so as much as I hate inhaling second-hand smoke I chose a seat along the street.

You know, I didn't realise until after ordering that I was in fact speaking with the owner who happens to be a German Barista champion!! I was inspecting the trophies on display by the counter while waiting for my tray. When I sat down I looked up the name and only then did the face register lol. Knowing that the person who owns the place understands brewing and producing coffee directly and ethically (as opposed to being just a businessman who isn't familiar with the coffee industry) does explain the quality of the beans. And it's such a reassurance to know that they are roasted by someone who cares. I swear I've never had a terrible bag of beans from his cafe.

One last errand before the groceries: the record store! I brought the records I no longer want to keep in my collection and had them assessed. The owner of the store is a very jolly Greek man. I browsed the store while waiting for him to come up with an offer. I spotted some of the records I sold to him in the past (and that he is selling them for quite a mark up 👀) but I've also noticed that quite a handful of my old records were no longer there. The romantic in me is beaming at the thought of my records in a new home now, being played and enjoyed by a stranger with a completely different background yet identifying with the same music I once related to. Anyway, I got a surprisingly good offer for the records and I walked out of the store feeling very happy to get that task crossed off the to-do list.

The last thing was to go to the store, of course. I've run out of some staple Japanese ingredients so that was what I mainly bought. I finally found sake for cooking which has proven quite difficult to source so it's a relief to finally have it now. I stocked up on natto as well. I know it's an acquired taste (quite like marmite) but I like it for breakfast, especially with leftover rice.

When I got home I spent the evening putting everything away, and cleaning and prepping the fruits and vegetables I bought. It was a good day, I think. Quite productive. And it's always lovely spending time alone. I get to observe, swim in the lake of my own mind.

I leave you with a photo I took on my way home and a song I've been listening to a lot. The train ride home wasn't as hectic so I spent the entire time looking outside, feasting on how vibrant everything looks in the summer. I know I've overstated my hatred for this season but sunlight, the deep green fields meeting the blue sky on the horizon, the contrast--it's such a boost to one's mental health.

As for the song, this one is from a pretty old album actually, but I always seem to find new meaning to fixate on when I listen to it. This is the song that struck me this time around and I've been ruminating on all week. It's rare to find a song that describes who you are completely that it's rather frightening. This song does that for me:

Alright, that's it for now. I'm off to tidy up real quick--arrange the throw pillows on the couch, pick up all the cat toys and put it back in their toy box (a task I'm sure I will be repeating in the morning, lol), start the dishwasher, and turn off all the lights. I've had a good day but I am exhausted! My weekend has been a busy one so far. Tomorrow I have some long letters to write and emails to respond to. And then it's just about to get even more hectic with the new week, but it helps to know that the weather will continue to cool down in the coming days. Knowing it'll be rainy is such an uplifting thing to know (at least I hope it happens. I have a love-hate relationship with the somewhat-accurate weather app lol). I hope it isn't sweltering wherever you are.

Until next time!

[alexanderossis]

15 for Britcedes! Pretty please? <3 - for the kisses prompt list :)

Sorry anon! This got lost in my inbox. It's short but sweet ❤️

Prompt 15: Kissing to shut them up

George is pacing, hands gesturing wildly. They are sitting in the Mercedes hospitality, bustling with people looking at data, covering the tires, trying to find out when the race will continue. Both of their trainers left them alone as soon as they saw George's wild eyes, his hands clenched. People are giving them a wide berth, Toto eyeing them from across the room, arms crossed against his chest, an amused smirk on his face.

"There was a fucking tractor on the track, Lew." George states for the 5th time since the race was red-flagged.

"I know, George." Lewis tries to reassure. "It's awful."

"It's so dangerous," George runs a hand through his hair, dislodging what remains of the gel, making it stick up in the air. "Pierre could have-"

They both take a sharp breath, George's voice catching.

"George," Lewis puts a soft hand on his partner's arm. He's got the top of his race suit zipped down around his waist, the fireproofs slick with rain and sweat. "We just have to finish the race, okay? We will deal with it after."

George looks around and then reaches for his phone. "Something needs to be done about this."

Lewis bites his lip but waits, as George starts pacing again.

"Do you think that Seb is in his garage? Maybe I can go there and we can have a meeting?" George murmurs, peering out the large windows at the pouring rain.

"It's raining, George," Lewis responds, voice low as if trying not to startle a wild animal. "Let's just stay here."

"Where's Ted?" Georges starts walking towards the doors, "maybe I can get on the TV and start talking about it."

"George," Lewis sighs, walking quickly to keep up with the taller man, "they'll ask you about it after the race."

George ignores him, squinting out the door, looking for Ted's figure on the grid.

"You know what, we don't even need the media," George resolves, turning back to find his phone. "I'm going to call the director, that is the easiest way. We have to go straight to the top. Do you think Toto has his-"

Lewis interrupts his rambling with a soft press of his lips against George's. George makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat and Lewis lets his hands fall on George's waist, steadying the both of them. The grounding presence of his boyfriend's solid body against his own is enough to stop George's thoughts from swirling and he feels his whole body go quiet.

Lewis pulls back first, leaving a parting peck on George's lips.

"George," he says softly, calmly, "You know how I feel about the FIA. I will help you fight this. But right now, we need to worry about the race."

George grumbles in agreement, "Fine. But I'm still calling Mohammed."

He strides away from Lewis, off to find Toto and get his phone, leaving Lewis to sigh fondly and follow his lover across the room.

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Hope you enjoyed!

[usaigi]

Jake, Marc, Steven & Daniela

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All Jake wanted was a quiet evening by himself, sipping a good cup of cafecito and un de los hot dogs de Gena before heading out to do Khonshu’s dirty work. Was it really was a lot of ask for?

She declined when Jake offered to do a shot for good luck with Gena. She’d turned him all of the previous visits too. And while Jake would never comment on it, of course, he had noticed that she was putting on a bit of weight. Jake thought it must be due to stress, it's hard work raising a kid alone. That was until he heard Daniela’s arrogant laughter bouncing around in his head before saying, ‘She’s pregnant, dumbass.’

OH.

He was flustered, unsure how to react or what to say. He scarfed down the remainder of his meal without any further comments before imminently passing the body to Mr. Knight, too ‘wide eyes emoji’ as Kid and Birdy would say to act as Moon Knight properly tonight. 

‘Gena’s pregnant, not diseased. Why are you being so fucking weird about it?’ Daniela finally says, kicking the side of his chair to get his attention. Jake’s staring off, glaze far away, pretending to be concentrated on watching Mr. Knight.   

‘I’m not being weird about it,’ Jake mutters, arm crossed across his chest. 

‘You couldn’t even look her in the eye’ Daniela says. She slides her chair over, leaning in uncomfortably close with a devilish grin before asking, ‘hey Jake, how would you react if Layla got pregnant?’ 

Jake’s face just turns to the same shade as Daniela’s hair, muttering nonsense as sweat pours down his face. Daniela just rolls her eyes and leans away from him, ‘ugh, are you really so disgusted by women, that’s–’

‘It’s not women, it’s just… everyone. Sex. Pregnancy. Childbirth. All of that; grosses me out.’

‘Oh I understand, are you asexual? Aromantic?’ Steven chimes in, sitting on the other side of Jake. 

‘Asexual? I’m not a fucking plant or some–’

‘Are you like..sure? That’s you don’t like sex?’ Marc asks. 

‘I did kiss Frenchie one when I was drunk. It’s okay I guess. Like I can recognize that he’s an attractive man, just like how I can recognize that Layla is beautiful but…’ he shrugs. 

‘Asexual just means you don’t feel any sexual attraction. It’s all a spectrum, yeah? And you can fall anywhere on the line,’ Steven explains, extending his arms out as if to represent a line. 

‘I guess then. Never been interested in labels or any of that crap. Half of the time I don’t even feel like a person…’

‘That’s fine too. It’s normal for us to have different desires and all. As long as we all discuss it first and are all on the same page.’ Steven nods along. 

‘This is dumb, can we go back to making fun of Jake for being a virgin?’ Daniela groans, lending back into her chair. 

‘Grow up Daniela, you’re not even getting any either. Flirting with my wife doesn’t count.’ Marc says bitterly. 

‘Our wife.’ Steven corrects him.

‘Your marriage is fake, Layla made your marriage license on photoshop.’ Marc says under his breath, crossing his arms. 

‘I respect Layla too much to mess around but I’m not going to pretend like I didn’t get any before you got married,’ Daniela says. 

‘What!? When?’ Marc asks with an open mouth. 

‘Remember when you went dormant after getting kicked out of the military? When we moved to New York and Jake had to be the host for a bit?’

‘No, I don’t remember, that’s literally the definition of being dormant.’

‘Go on, Daniela,’ Steven says. 

‘Yeah well, I’m very hot,’ she raises her shoulders and gives them a cheeky grin. ‘And the body’s not awful looking. So whenever Jake got tired of being a person I’d take over and have my own fun.’

Marc's face turns red and covers his eyes with his hands before asking, ‘why are we just now finding out about it?’

‘Because I don’t like you.’

‘Who did you…sleep with? Women? Men?’ Marc follows up. 

‘Non-binary people?’ Steven adds on. 

‘Bit of all. You know I’m mostly,’ Daniela bends her hand at the wrist. ‘But a lot of men were really into me. I guess they liked it when I was mean to them.’

Daniela rolls her eyes back, resting her palm on her chin to tapping on the tip of her nose before smiling wide. She leans back into Jake and with a smug grin asks, ‘actually, Jake, you know your friend. The blind catholic one?’

‘...yeah?’ Jake answers suspiciously. 

‘He was really good at taking orders,’ Daniela winks. 

[velvethana]

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Dealer, NO DEAL!

CHAPTER SEVEN: BIG FUN!

Beomgyu has more or less solidified himself as the plug for any and all student's needs. If you need anything, it's likely that he has it. When your new business endeavor interferes with his customer base, he does everything in his power to sort it out.

CONTENTS: ✧ fluff , comedy , smau + written , uni au , one sided enemies to lovers , drugs (obvi) + dumb humor

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SATURDAY , 2:17 PM

10:12 PM , OUTSIDE

“There’s a lot of dog hair back here.”

“Shut up or walk.” Luckily for Jay, the five of you had just pulled up to the front of the house and were face to face with the completely defaced and trashed lawn.

The house party had a lot of energy, that was undeniable. If you could call electronic music blaring down the street while people threw up in the bushes energy.

As Jake parked, you sank into your seat with a huff. Before you could get your energy back, you felt familiar arms drape over you from the back seat. Turning, you see Mingi’s wide smile.

You gave him one back, your energy after a long day of draining classes already returning.

“Get a room.” Yunho complained, hitting Mingi on the arm.

“In front of Jay is crazy—”

“Get OUT!!” Jay said as he opened the door and practically shoved the two boys out of the car.

There wasn’t much you wanted to do tonight anyways so you had no issue completely throwing yourself into the party without a plan.

There was a cluster of students in the place, the air tinged with the scent of sweat and marijuana making you cringe.

“I need to get drunk… immediately? Yeah, immediately.”

“Is that smart?” Jake asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye.”

“A smart way to protect my sense of sanity? Yes!” He just shrugged before walking away to find his friends. If you were to attempt to try and predict the night, you’d probably find him later comforting a drunk Sunghoon or Jungwon.

In one corner, a group gathers around a makeshift bar, where shots of liquor were being poured freely. “Bingo.”

In another corner, there were a few hands exchanging small bags containing pills. They weren’t necessarily slick so you wondered how they haven’t gotten caught already. Not that the host would care.

Wanting a drink, you started your way toward the bar before a girl practically jumped into you like an actor at a horror attraction.

“Fuck!”

The blonde girl’s eyes widened and she almost seemed as scared of you, if that was possible.

“Aw, did I scare you? Sorry.. hey, you want some Xanax?”

Your feet came to a complete stop and you stared at her with an unreadable face. “What?”

“Oh! I, like, stole it from my mom and I was just asking because like, I guess people do that right? At parties?”

Her clueless tone made you snicker, crossing your arms with a shrug. “Maybe on Skins or something.”

“I thought they did crack?”

“Probably.”

There was a silence for a moment before you gave her a tight smile, attempting to squeeze past her. Instead of letting you pass she held out the palm of her hand, a few pink pills sleeping there.

“So… do you want one?”

Any attempt at humoring the girl politely melted away with your patience as you glared at her.

“Do I look like I want a fucking Xanny?”

Pouting, the furrowed her eyebrows as she stepped aside. “Fuck me, I was just trying to make friends.”

Not bothering to answer her, you finally walked up to the bar and decided to make yourself a mix of alcohol with your left over energy drink.

For some reason though, the ‘infamous’ party seemed to have no intention of allowing you a moment of peace before another voice came.

“You wanna smoke?” An unfamiliar body stands next to you and you glance over, taking a sip from your cup.

“I never pass down a smoke session..” your voice trailed off. “For free, I hope.”

The guy’s eyes widened before he nodded, almost frantically. It was kind of funny, or it would be if you weren’t having a bad day.

“Yeah! Of course dude, we have business to discuss. Business casual.”

Quickly you realized this was the guy Beomgyu was insistent that you stop trying to sell to earlier that day. Remembering that fact alone, you suddenly flashed him a bright smile.

“Right!”

You followed Mark to the backyard where there were plenty of other people gathered. The air was still thick with weed but there was the paint lingering of perfume that you assumed someone had sprayed.

The two of you sat down outside by the pool, Mark throwing down his bag before fairly quickly rustling through it.

“You’re.. eager.”

Glancing up at you through his eyelashes he gave you a confused look before realizing.

“Oh! I’m not like… that much of a pothead or anything.” The amused look on your face made him roll his eyes.

“Just had a really shit day. And my roommate smoked everything I had left so it took me until I got here to get anything because ‘Beomgyu’ wouldn’t deliver.”

The high pitched tone he said his voice in made you laugh as he looked at you proudly.

“He wouldn’t?”

“No, said he was busy with something.” Mark shrugged before he smiled, laying out everything he needed.

Stirring your drink, you watched as he grinded down what he had and carefully sprinkled it onto the rolling paper in front of him.

“So that’s not his weed? Who’d you buy from?”

Mark pauses for a moment, seeming to try and remember before shaking his head.

“I didn’t ask. Some guy, never seen him before.” You just nodded.

From what you knew, Beomgyu was at least the most popular plug around. Obviously he wasn’t the only one, though.

If you wanted the harder stuff you’d have to opt for some guy behind the back alley of a 7/11 but for the general population of students, Beomgyu was it.

Well, Beomgyu and you now.

In all honesty, you were just selling for a little extra money to dedicate towards fueling your shopping addiction. Not that you’d tell anyone that.

“Oh! I’m Mark, by the way.”

If you weren’t so fixated on Beomgyu lately, you’d probably swoon at the way he looked at you before finishing his blunt.

Unfortunately for him, you were obsessed with a random dude from twitter.

Laughing, you shifted to a more comfortable position. “Yeah, I figured from your little business comment.”

“Yeah, that was just an excuse. I recognized you and you seemed a little tense so.. I figured what the hell, you know? Oh! I’m still uh, interested in whatever it was though! As long as it’s not um…” he swallowed. “Crack.”

That comment almost made you spit out your drink as you stifled your laughter, covering your mouth and swallowing what was in it.

Instead of business, the two of you talked for a while about yourselves, your classes and how in the hell you’d never met before when you were so clearly the perfect friend for the other, as if handcrafted by some God.

Eventually you’d downed your drink completely and smoked what Mark had left, letting the empty cup drop to the concrete ground and roll away somewhere you couldn’t be bothered to follow it to.

“Should we like… get drinks?”

The suggestion made Mark look over to you, slumping further onto the lawn chair. “Probably.”

He lifted his arms up as if he was reaching toward something before they collapsed back down.

“I can’t move.”

You rolled your eyes at him, standing up before reaching over and grabbing his hands to yank him to his feet.

“You won’t be able to move your tongue soon either if you don’t get up.”

“How do you have such energy?!” His voice came out as a whisper as he narrowed his eyes at you, following you inside at a slugs pace.

“I’ve got more stuff in my bag we can smoke.” You offered up and suddenly, he straightened his back along with the strings on his hoodie and nodded.

Mark was trying to seem too chill when he was clearly excited to get even higher. You, on the other hand were focused on weaving through the people before making it to the bar.

“What do you—”

Mark hadn’t made it to the bar. In fact, he ended up collapsing onto a couch in the corner of the room and abandoning you on your quest.

Already dumbfounded with your new friend, you shrugged before getting two cups of the first thing you could grab. Some perfectly cheap vodka.

Before going back to Mark with your drinks, you found Jay conversing with his friend Heeseung.

The two noticed you fairly quickly as you leaned into Jay, nudging him.

“Where’s my bag?”

“You look good tonight, Y/N.”

Heeseung seemed to always throw out compliments at these parties so you weren’t shaken by it. Pointing at him with the drink in your hand, you replied.

“You look the same as always! Which is really hot, obviously.” He laughed, taking a sip of his own drink.

Jay rolled his eyes, turning to you with the same fond smile he always had. Considering he was your best friend, it just seemed to be his permanent expression now.

“What’d you need?” His voice was low, almost in a whisper.

You, on the other hand, were very loud.

“My bag!”

“Oh. I gave it to Yunho to hold.”

Letting out a dramatic blow of defeat, you nodded. “Okay, thanks!”

Leaving the two to their conversation and praying your new friend didn’t pass out on the couch he occupied, your eyes scanned the crowd to find your other friends.

Unsurprisingly, the two were up by the bar where you had been moments before.

Glancing back over to Mark, you see that he’s already talking it up with some other guys that he seems pretty close with. At least he had something to keep him from remembering you existed.

Going over, you hand him the drink and snap a picture of him. His eyes were half-lidded and he seemed to be barely processing what was happening around him so he didn’t seem to care much when you walked away. Satisfied, you sent a picture of him to Beomgyu.

Shutting off your phone, you didn't bother to check for a text back. Dragging your feet through, you practically throw yourself onto the counter next to your friends as you slammed down your own drink.

Or rather you tripped over your new shoes a bit and spilled it but if anyone asked, you were just irritated.

“Y/N!” Turning to you, Mingi threw his arms up excitedly.

Once again, he was constricting you with his arms. Patting his back awkwardly, you laughed. “Mingi!”

“What’s up?” He asked, pulling away to wipe any alcohol off of his mouth that had slipped out.

“Bag?” Yunho asked and you nodded.

“Bag!”

Yunho tossed your bag to you, barely catching it as you opened it and sifted through to find your smoking stuff.

“I don’t know why you didn’t just come get it yourself before.”

When you realized you had everything but one thing, your hand stilled.

“Where are my blazy susans?” Yunho just looked at you from behind his glass, an eyebrow raised.

“Didn’t you send Yeonjun over?” Mingi asked, leaning onto the counter.

“Why the FUCK would I send Yeonjun over?”

Yunho shrugged, “aren’t you two friends or something?”

That was certainly a statement. You didn’t really put any thought into what you were. But, more importantly if you and Yeonjun were friends then what the hell were you and HIS friend? Enemies?

You shook your head and brushed away the thoughts as you focused on the situation in front of you.

“Yeonjun went in my bag??”

The two were still seemingly clueless as they nodded.

“That fucking Yeonjun stole my Susan from me!”

Almost as if on cue, a voice called out from behind you.

“Who’s this caucasian chick and what did she do to Yeonjun?”

Turning, you’re face to face with Beomgyu for the first time. Irritatingly enough to make the situation worse, he looked even better in person.

You wanted to launch a federal investigation into how and why this is even possible but first, you’ve decided to hunt down the man who stole your rolling papers.

“He.. stole from me! He’s a thief!”

Beomgyu gave you a look of amusement and you glared at him, raising your hand with a frustrated sigh.

“Don’t. I know what I just walked into… but don’t.”

He raised his hands defensively, “I wasn’t gonna say anything..”

Yunho rolled his eyes, leaning toward the two of you so that you could hear him better. “If it helps any, he went somewhere upstairs.”

“It doesn’t.” Seemingly fed up with your little problem, Yunho waves a hand at you dismissively.

“Fuck you, yes it does. It narrows it down!”

Groaning, you were about to ask Beomgyu to call his thieving friend before your phones vibrated in your pockets. Curiously, you unlocked it and glanced down to see what it was.

That mysterious groupchat text led you here: with Beomgyu and Yeonjun, hunched over the toilet as he threw up. Rather violently.

Apparently Beomgyu’s friend Kai had added you in hopes that you would know where Yeonjun was after he was asking everyone where you were. Or more specifically, where your bag was.

“Um… what’d he take?” Beomgyu slowly looked over at you and blinked as if you knew the answer.

“Besides my rolling papers?”

Maybe it was the day or having to deal with his jealousy in person but you glared at him, placing your drink down on the sink.

“What are you looking at me for?? I don’t sell anything but the natural stuff anymore. I only have weed in here tonight so whatever he got wasn’t stolen from me.”

He watched as you rummaged in the cabinet underneath the sink. “Oh.”

Beomgyu wasn’t doing much, giving Yeonjun pats of support on his back with an uncomfortable expression.

Unraveling the paper towels you’d found under the sink, you gently wet one before kneeling down next to Yeonjun and wiping away what was on his face.

“I’m wiping up your vomit after you stole my rolling papers.” You emphasized, a defeated tone in your voice.

Yeonjun’s dazed eyes made you feel the slightest bit bad for reprimanding him. Just barely.

“You said to come to you… if I needed anything.” The older boy sniffled.

“Um… yeah, for money?” The sarcasm coming off of you made Beomgyu laugh as he nudged Yeonjun’s slumped form.

“Well, you could have just bought pre-rolls from me…”

You shot him a glare as you brushed some hair out of Yeonjun’s face. Albeit, you were a bit hesitant as you instinctively leaned away from the smell.

“Maybe then you wouldn’t be about to die.”

The joke seemed to catch you off guard as you quickly reached around Yeonjun, slapping Beomgyu’s arm.

“He’s greening out, not like… dying..?”

“Yeah I’m not an idiot–” Yeonjun’s defense was cut off by another sea of nausea.

Beomgyu shrugged, deciding to make himself comfortable on the marble floor, leaning back against the tub.

“Man, I don’t know. Only time I ever greened out I just ate a bunch of cereal, got sick and passed out during League.”

The newfound information that his game of choice was League of Legends made you put your head in your hands, balance wavering.

“That’s the most loser-ish story I’ve ever heard…”

Unfortunately, he was still extremely attractive.

“So you guys are like stoner stoners, huh?”

Yeonjun simply groaned in response and Beomgyu gave you a confused look.

“You’re not?”

Humming, you replaced Beomgyu in rubbing Yeonjun’s back. With how his eyes fluttered closed, you were a bit worried he’d fall asleep in this position.

“I prefer other methods but I guess I am? I’m just not always high.”

Beomgyu arched an eyebrow at the insinuation. “I’m not either?”

Thinking back to how almost all of his tweets are related to weed, excluding his live tweeted reactions to random shows, you simply afforded him a nod.

“Right.”

Beomgyu let out a huff of annoyance similar to that of a child. “I go to classes, I have hobbies.”

“A job?” He hesitated for a moment.

“Well..” as his voice trailed off, you laughed before a voice echoing cut you off.

“Who cares! Y/N, you play Overwatch! Biblically and socially that’s just as bad as—” before Yeonjun could finish, you’re pushing his head further into the toilet as he tried to free himself.

“Overwatch?” The smirk Beomgyu gave you made you want to kick him in the worst possible place.

“I’ve matured and moved onto other games, actually. Yeonjun should fact check that information.”

“Right, cool. What was your rank though?”

You covered your face with your hands once again, “oh my god… you play ranked matches…”

As interesting as the conversation the two of you were having was, you pointed at Yeonjun from behind his back to change the subject.

“Regardless of what games you play, your friends kinda… uh…”

Yeonjun whined, dragging his body back to look at you with pleading eyes.

“His friend? Y/N, are we not friends???”

Your eyes widened for a moment as you gave him an empty smile, hesitating. In all honesty, you had no idea how to respond.

“Um… haha… well…!”

Beomgyu laughed at you this time as you were basically backed into a corner. “Wow. Sounds like she’s not your friend, Yeonjun.”

Yeonjun cried out your name before burying his face into his arms. It sounded like a mix of giggles and sobs so you genuinely couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

“Um… we’re friends! We’re friends! Just… stop crying…” grabbing his face, you turned him toward you to be faced with exactly that. He was crying.

You wiped away his tears with a concerned look. Your friends had greened out tons of times so this wasn’t necessarily your first time dealing with over-emotional highs but Yeonjun and you weren’t particularly close yet.

A wide smile grew on his face before it was quickly washed away with a grimace and he disappeared back into the toilet, gagging again.

The door suddenly opened, Soobin standing there with a dumbfounded face as he sipped from the can in his hands.

“Is Yeonjun dead?” His flat tone had you wondering how often this happened.

“Ah, stop saying shit like that about me!!” Yeonjun yelled out, annoyed. He seemed to stop crying already.

The smile on Soobin’s face fell back into his usual pout, “oh. He’s alive.”

“Soobin do you know if Yeonjun, uh… took anything?” Beomgyu gave him a careless smile and Soobin shrugged.

Your eyes were only focused on Beomgyu, leaning back with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. That part of you that wanted to kick him now wanted to kiss him— and then kick him again.

“I saw him talking to some blonde chick and she gave him a pill or something, I think.”

Beomgyu’s smirk fell into an almost devastated face. The dramatic shift made you smile as you held back a laugh. “Oh… he’s gonna die.”

“He’s not gonna die! What color was it?”

Beomgyu shrugged and you rolled your eyes, turning to Soobin. “Hey Soobin, what color was it?”

“Um.. pur… pink?” Although the hesitation had you on guard, the answer he settled on confirmed your suspicions and you hummed in response, moving so that you were sitting on your knees.

“Okay then it was probably Xanax. That girls been offering it to anybody who passes by, she stole it from her mom.”

“And… Tito’s…” Yeonjun muttered.

“Jesus Christ, Yeonjun were you trying to speedrun death?” Beomgyu muttered.

Soobin snickered. “Her mom? How old is this girl?”

“Oh, she’s fully grown. She just still lives with her parents, I guess.”

Shaking his head, Beomgyu balanced his arms on his knees as he leaned back. Soobin gave him a strange look as he leaned against the door frame, slightly leaning down due to the height. It didn’t seem like a very comfortable position.

“Moving on though, those ones are like… tiny. So he won’t pass out or die, right?”

You shook your head. “He won’t die.”

“Will he pass out…?”

The silence coming from you had Beomgyu’s eyes widening as he leaned forward, grabbing your shoulder.

“Y/N! Will he pass out?”

Giving him a nervous smile, you looked over to Yeonjun who was now seemingly unresponsive. “Well…”

Soobin seemed to catch on. “I’ll uh… go get Taehyun and Kai!”

Eventually, Soobin came back with who you assumed to be their other two friends. Apparently, Soobin and Taehyun usually took care of Yeonjun in this state but Soobin had been drinking.

Taehyun and Kai continued to take care of a horribly cross-faded Yeonjun as you and Beomgyu exited the bathroom with a relieved Soobin.

“Thank God Yeonjun’s okay, I thought I was gonna have to bomb JYP.” Beomgyu laughed at Soobin’s comment as you just stared at him confused. His friends had a strange sense of humor. Not that you wouldn’t be opposed to that happening.

“Um… well, I’m gonna go drink some more. Have fun you two, but not t—” Beomgyu cut him off.

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up now.” This caused you to crack a smile as you looked away, covering your mouth slightly to hide it.

Soobin frowned. “Rude.”

As Soobin left, the two of you stood outside the bathroom. Even though there wasn’t anything keeping the two of you together anymore, you both lingered for some odd reason.

Beomgyu kicked at the ground for a moment before looking up at you. “Why do you only sell the natural stuff anyway?”

The answer was pretty obvious to you, considering self-preservation and… well, the law.

“I’m not gonna lecture you about the effects of pharmaceutical drug abuse on your brain and body but it’s just easier access with that stuff? Plus I think it’s the most fun, anyway.”

Beomgyu nodded, seemingly in understanding.

“Well, not that I didn’t try at first. I needed money but I couldn’t sell a SINGLE addy in this school without one of the Profs trying to get some from me. It felt like I was in catholic school again.”

Beomgyu stifled a laugh now, “Adderall? No shit, they hand that stuff out to kids like candy on Halloween.”

Students coming past the two of you, shoving to try and get to the now unoccupied bathroom made the both of you move out of their way.

Before you’d even realized it, you made your own way through the house and back downstairs to get another drink and find a secluded corner. For some reason, maybe his own amusement, Beomgyu followed you.

“You went to catholic school then?”

“Don’t remind me.” He gave you a weird look.

“You brought it up.”

Holding your bag tight, you sunk into the couch as you studied him. His hair was shorter than the pictures you’d seen on his socials so he must not have uploaded anything recently, or it was new.

He looked good either way, though. What was annoying about it was that he seemed to know that.

Now that the drama of the night was seemingly over and you were free to laze around, you decided to have your fun.

“You know you’re less cute off of Twitter.” Your voice had a teasing tone to it and he smirked again.

“I didn’t know you thought I was cute.” That comment threw you off completely once again and you simply stared at him with a blank expression.

You wondered if he was genuinely clueless or if it was some act he was trying to put on.

“How? I’ve made it painfully obvious that I thought you were pretty.” Your bluntness seemed to throw him off a bit as his facial features softened.

“Painfully..?” He repeated something else that had caught him off guard but you couldn’t hear it over the loud chatter nearby.

“Um.. yeah. I called you hot on text?”

The faint pink in his cheeks was hard to see with the tan of his skin but once it went away, the difference was noticeable.

“Oh yeah, right after you told me to kill myself.”

Nodding, you raised a cup on the table in front of you. “I’ll drink to that!”

Beomgyu smiled. He seemed much more relaxed offline than online but you suppose that could be because you aren’t publicly slandering him.

“Then why are you trying to steal my clients?”

Shaking your head, you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m not stealing anything. Or I wasn’t before. Now I totally am.” Dragging your nails along the cups in front of you, you make it a game in your mind to entertain yourself.

“Well why now?” His voice seemed the slightest bit annoyed but his eyes just stayed on you.

You didn’t really seem real, almost too pretty to conceptualize— but he chalked that up to the fact that the two of you had initially met online.

“So I had an excuse to talk to you. And because it’s funny.”

Beomgyu shifted on the couch, leaning closer into you as if to hide away from the rest of the people in the room. The moment felt a bit too intimate— it felt too much just yours.

“You wanna talk? Let’s talk.”

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જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

[lowpressurefucker]

Ushijima comfort bath?

Warnings: nakedness, undressing?? IDK it’s not sexual though, aged up bcs ur married.

Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: In which Ushijima lost a very important game and you tried to comfort your husband.

Word count: 1271

i have no fucking clue how to use Tumblr but why not get some feedback or something from writing my self indulgence in a super awful way. what a way to improve.

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The ball smashed against the Adlers side of the court. A buzz echoed in the huge gymnasium. Cheers drowned out whatever sound was residing near you.

They lost. It was devastating. You really thought they were going to win, and so did they. Seeing them suffer from the bleachers was a horrible sight.

Ushijima did not show a lot of emotion, you couldn’t tell he was upset by looking at his face. The only indication of his sorrow was a slightly furrowed brow.

You knew he was upset because why wouldn’t you know? because he loved winning, and he loved volleyball so much because you knew his sufferings and his defeats. You knew how much he wanted to win this game specifically.

The ride back home was silent, he didn’t seem like talking and you weren’t going to push him. You wanted to give him space for him to come you, to process quietly if that’s what he needed.

You could tell he was exhausted physically and mentally. The way he opened the apartment door, the way he walked through the halls, how his bag slipped from his shoulder onto the floor.

You hadn’t said a word to each other. Ushijima was sitting on the closed toilet looking down. You were kneeling next to the bathtub, your sleeves rolled up and your hair tied up. The water touched your fingertips as you attempted to get the right temperature while the tub slowly filled up.

You walked up to Ushijima who hadn’t lifted his face. You squatted down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt by the sides and started to pull it up slowly, your fingers slightly grazing the sides of his torso. He didn't fight you, but he didn't have the strength to get undressed on his own.

“Lift your arms for me”. He didn't lift them much, just enough for you to wiggle the shirt off of them, one at a time. You passed his shirt through his neck and head and were careful not to graze his face. For the first time in the whole night, he looked at you. The lines of frustration left his face marked, sadness lingered in his lips and tiredness glistened in his eyes.

You gave his cheek a little kiss as you continued to undress him.

You moved on to his shoes. You gently untied his shoelaces and lifted one foot at a time. Then you rolled his socks off his feet, and carefully placed them beside you.

He was wearing shorts, so it wasn’t hard to take them off. And his underwear wasn’t hard to take off either, he lifted up just enough for you to be able to pull them down.

The water felt warm enough underneath your fingers. You grabbed Ushi’s hands and pulled him up, then guided him toward the bath. He placed one leg inside as you continued to hold his hands. Once his other leg was inside too and he was fully standing in the bathtub you kneeled slowly outside the tub and he sat down with you, knees and thighs touching his chest and abdomen.

You poured water on his hair and down his back as he slighted tilted his head back. Your free hand ruffled through his brown hair, making sure it was completely wet.

You grabbed the flower-smelling shampoo and squeezed some on your right palm. You gently smeared it on both your palms and massaged it through Ushijimas wet hair.

You massaged the gooey-now bubbly substance throughout all his hair. Not only aiming to wash the sweat away but also to be able to relax your husband, to let him unwind without having to talk.

With Ushijima’s help, you gently lifted one of his arms and with a neutral bar of soap washed his armpit, then you repeated the procedure with his other arm and rinsed him.

While the shampoo was settling, you grabbed the lemon-scented body wash. You slightly rubbed your hands together to create a drippy substance and applied it to his back. First on his neck, then his shoulders, and down his arms. Never taking your hands off his body, you moved a few steps forward to be facing Ushi and intertwined your hand with his. Carefully massaging his knuckles, palms, and fingertips.

You headed down his back. The muscles felt hot and still beating. You could see his back spread and the retreat every time he breathed in, his muscles poking out as ever. There were some scars and bruises from falling to try to stop stray balls; you traced your fingers through every one of them, admiring the beauty of his passion. You moved your hands in circling motions as you spread the wash as a sign of care, of your affection.

You poured water down his head and into his back, but this time you were rinsing away the shampoo and the body wash. Your hands trailed slightly down his back, and your fingers ran through the soapy hair. You poured water above his forehead and rinsed his face. his eyes were closed, and he finally looked slightly okay, like he was refreshed, it relieved you to see him like this, you couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for him.

You grabbed a towel and stood in front of the bath with your hands each grabbing a corner of the towel, and with your arms spread open. “Come on, get up”, you said softly. You wrapped the towel around him the best you could, and then led him to the closed toilet for him to sit down.

You grabbed a smaller towel and started drying his legs. You started with his calves and made your way up to his thighs. Then you tapped twice on his hands, which were holding the towel together around him, signaling for him to open his arms. You dried his neck and moved down to his chest. He stopped you, grabbed your hand, and smiled gratefully at you, so you smiled lovingly back.

Still wrapped around the towel, you grabbed his hands and massaged body lotion through the calloused skin. You were so focused on softening the knuckles. On relaxing the muscles at the bottom of his palm. Ushijima admired you from above, you took such good care of him.

Once he was all dried up and sitting at the edge of the bed you picked through the closet to find his best pajamas.

Just as you found them you turned around and brought your chest to your knees as you squatted under him and started pulling his feet through the pant holes. You pulled the soft fabric up to his hips. “Alright then, this looks nice”, you said as you stood up, hands on your hips as you smiled proudly. You reached for the green shirt folded beside Ushijima, and as you were about to start putting his head through the shirt you heard a soft “No”. A sizeable hand grabbed your wrist and started to pull your arm down slowly.

It was his first word of the night. “Okay then, no shirt”, you said as you smiled and folded the soft shirt, and put it back down.

Once under the sheets he looked so peaceful, his face finally relaxed and his body followed. Huge arms hugged your waist as Ushijima’s head rested on your chest. You twisted a strand of hair between your index and middle fingers. His hair was still a bit damp from the bath, and it smelled like roses, just like the shampoo. “What a beautiful husband I have,” you thought to yourself.

[purgepigsblog]

back from trying to recover lol silly girl

want to be more active probably won’t be answering messages for now but want to start posting more original content :) starting with my updated fantasy list

Fantasies!

1. Beat me. Genuinely beat the shit out of me kicking me and punching my stomach, face, tits, until I puke or pass out

2. Shove your cock down my throat till I puke

3. Fuck me over the toilet forcing me to purge my last meal

4. Make me send you purge audios

5. Don’t even bother to learn my real name just call me names the worst the better make me feel awful about myself.

6. Fat shame me, body shame me, make me wear a bag while fucking me or sending pictures. Make me feel insecure.

7. Fuck me or make me rub myself with my face in a trash can. Bonus if it’s filled with my puke or piss

8. Make me shove whatever you want in my asshole or cunt no matter how painful or humiliating

9. Make me eat off the floor bonus if I have to puke it all up instantly and lick clean the puke

10. Set random timers for me every time I have to punch my face

11. Sit on my face forcing me to lick and suck your asshole no matter how dirty let me be your asswipe covering my face in your ass sweat

12. Fart in my face force my lips around your ass and fart. Suffocate me with your ass and as I come up for air fart in my mouth. Make me thank you for your farts.

13. Cum piss and spit in all my food

14. Make me suck your cock or lick your ass while you watch porn or text other girls show me there pictures

15. Make me slurp or lay in my puke as you fuck my ass or cunt

16. Write extremely degrading things all over my body make me rub my cunt in front of a mirror reading them as you laugh at me and degrade me

17. Make me piss into a bowl then pour it over my head or force my head into it and blow bubbles breathing underwater

18. Make me be human toilet paper or a toilet or a bathroom toilet slave, sucking your cock as you use the bathroom cleaning you up after.

19. Stomp on my tits while I’m on the floor

20. Force me to purge! Wether you watch as I have to shove my fingers down my throat or you do it

21. Punish me by making me eat a lot so much it’s almost making me sick then throw it all up

[neochan]

[ 5:59 PM ] The smell of alcohol and sweat soaks into his skin and invades his nostrils each time he breathes in. Hot bodies dancing to a shallow top forties playlist press up against him as he makes his way through the thick of the crowd. A hand lands on his hip, tugging him backwards, asking for a dance.

Fuck that.

He wrenches the hand away and continues to push through the bodies of intoxicated college students who were lucky enough to land an invite to one of his parties.

The main living room was huge, big marble pillars dominating the center, rows of tables being used for beer pong, a couple stripper poles with half naked girls twirling around them, and of course the twelve couches set up in a large square.

Johnny sat on the one in the corner, arm slung over a bleach blonde bunny, drink sloshing around his cup, that, at any moment, was sure to tumble out of his hand and splash all over the poor girl’s white shirt.

What a way to get her naked Johnny.

Someone passes a half empty bottle of Patron into Jaemin’s hand. He takes a big gulp, relishing the burn that slides down his throat.

“Where’s Y/N?” his voice is hoarse, strained, and if Johnny had heard him, he showed no signs.

Right when he was going to ask again, Johnny slides his eyes to his, “Your room.” His expression was one of guilt, eyebrows turned up, mouth set in a frown.

Jaemin curses under his breath and turns around, headed for the grand staircase. He passes half drunken couples making out, girls taking endless pictures, frat boys downing as much cheap soju as they could, and the occasional nerd who was there for the experience.

Dark red and purple lights pour over the crowd as he ascends the stairs. It was beautiful, yet a deep exhaustion spreads itself through his body. There weren’t as many people at the top of the staircase, but looking over the crowd, he knew this was going to be a long night. He wanted to go home.

How ironic.

The bottle of Patron in his hand was weighing him down so he takes another swig. “Fuck” he cries out. A tear runs down his cheek, but it’s not from the alcohol. He had walked up to his bedroom door and swung it open, revealing you naked and riding … he couldn’t see the guy’s face, but did it matter? Nothing could compare to this, not even the burn of straight tequila.

“Really Y/N? My fucking bedroom?” you look up and see his face, mouth dropped open in shock.

Jeno’s face pops up from the behind your torso.

Jaemin laughs in awe, “Okay, and with my bestfriend. This is so great. This is actually fucking perfect. Ya know, I didn’t think this night could get any better!” a delirious smile stretches from ear to ear.

You scramble to throw on your dress, forgetting about Jeno, and stumble to run after Jaemin, who had already made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“Please,” you call out, drawing unwanted attention to you, “Please, Jaemin, Wait,”

He swings the front door open and runs out into the yard. You follow after him till he stops at the side of his house, a place completely unoccupied, encompassed by overgrown shrubbery.

“No, Y/N, it’s exactly what it looks like. You’re always saying that you’re going to change but you always seem to end up screwing somebody that isn’t me,” his arms are gesturing wildly, eyes bloodshot, “someone that isn’t your fucking boyfriend.”

Trying desperately to calm him down you say the first thing that comes to mind “I – I didn’t mean to I - ”

“Oh yeah, you accidentally walked to my room and accidentally slipped and fell on his dick accidentally.” He aggressively puts air quotes around the word, ‘accidentally.’

You wanted to cry. You didn’t mean too, really. A couple drink too many and you found yourself making out with Jeno. He started to take off your clothes… and it escalated from there.

“Jaemin” your voice comes out in a whisper.

Tears are streaming down his cheeks, and you’re surprised they aren’t freezing on the spot with how cold it is outside. “Don’t fucking say my name when you’ve been moaning my bestfriends.” His eyes narrow down to slits.

The anger radiating off of him was brutal, there was no way you were going to come back from this. He’d given you so many chances before, so many times to redeem yourself, but you always end up seeking solace in others. It wasn’t your fault he couldn’t give you what you wanted.

“Please, I couldn’t find you anywhere - ”

“So, you end up screwing my bestfriend?” He shouldn’t even be asking the question. This always happens, every weekend, like clockwork, but he always ends up forgiving you. At this point he was setting himself up for heartbreak. “You’re the fucking devil, and I’m the poor angel that follows you around, willing to fall from heaven to be at your side.”

“What?” He was losing you with his poor drunken analogy.

“You’re bad for me Y/N! Can’t you see that?” His voice echoes off the trees and lands dully on your heart.

“I promise to be better, I’m sorry! Please,” this couldn’t be happening, “Please, don’t leave me.”

He’s crouched down now, one hand pressed against the dewy grass – trying to ground himself, the other tightly gripping the bottle of alcohol. “Go away, I just want to be alone.”

Like a shot to your chest, the wind is knocked out of you, almost making you join him in his crouched position.

“We need to fix this!” Even though you always found yourself wanting other guys, Jaemin was dependable. He was the consistency in your mess of infidelity, and you couldn’t lose him, otherwise you’d lose yourself in a downward spiral.

“No, we don’t. I’m finally fucking done with you.”