#after a hard day of work i come home to my gay couples

[plushyluke]

i got the magazine <3 😭

[arthenaa]

UN Village — roommate!mizu x f!reader

synopsis: a glimpse into the life after being 'just' roommates.

content: 18+, nsfw, gay ass sex, gay ass losers, gay gay gay, short domestic glimpses of your life with mizu as your gf slash roommate slash best friend and your cat named nora. can be read as a one shot, you and mizu call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, she/her pronouns for both reader and mizu.

author's note: this is a compilation of the requests I received from my inbox! namely the ones requesting hcs plus nsfw parts. (to that one anon with a specific request for the nsfw part, know that ill be going along with some of your ideas! will be tweaking it a bit <3) i also have a hc that mizu is well off ... both bc of her father's hard work and that she also has a stable job despite still being in university. anys, enjoy!

parts: blurred lines, mizu as your roommate

Life as a couple wasn't all that different—a realization you've reached after observing your first few months with Mizu together. Aside from the access to overly exaggerated kisses and must-have energy-charging hugs, things were the same as they were before.

Grocery shopping on Saturdays is still a rotational thing, you cook, she cleans—sometimes when both of you feel a little too lazy to cook dinner, take-outs from that diner near 2nd Street are a must. She walks you to class, drives you to wherever you want, and you buy her her favorite tea as a reward for working hard.

If anything, your domestic rituals have been quite rewarding whenever you've come to the realization that yes, Mizu is yours and that you don't have to deal with all the angsty shit that came with having that realization. Everything was a breeze.

Speaking of working hard, Mizu had been quite busy as of late. Always unintentionally locking herself up in her room or getting home late some days. You knew her schedule well enough that this wasn't a result of her academics but of her work. You never knew how Mizu could balance her work and academic life so well but you suppose that's part of what makes her so ... Mizu.

You could see the exhaustion from the way she touches her temple more often or the bouncing of her knee whenever you two plan on working on requirements at the library (the librarian had been lenient with her judgment after the two of you gave her 'sorry' cookies the other day, it was quite funny). You knew that Mizu was getting overwhelmed with whatever she was dealing with at work.

So, as the loving girlfriend that you are, you wanted to give her a time to rest and motivation to overcome whatever block that's hindering her creativity and process in completing her work.

You make careful footsteps towards her room—shushing Nora who mews softly at your feet. You balance the tray to one arm as the other gently reaches to twist the doorknob. The hinges on the wooden door squeak as you push it open, revealing your girlfriend hunched over her desktop. Her room is as simple as it can be, white walls adorned with a few of her framed pictures—some were posters of her favorite bands and films while the others were collages of her favorite moments, captured by a camera she had bought on her first paycheck. You see the infamous cactus you gifted her on her birthday perched on top of her shelves alongside a few books and comics that she collected over the years. The minimalistic feel of her room does bring a calming effect whenever you enter her space (which is why more often than not, sleepovers are in her room than yours). Your attempts to not disturb her work continue due to the noise-canceling headphones pulled over her head. You see Mizu pinch the bridge of her nose, her glasses nudged up before she adjusts them back on her face. Your eyes soften at the view.

Gently placing the tray on her dresser, you make careful steps towards her hunched figure before moving to wrap your arms around her shoulders. She tenses for a moment but at the whiff of your familiar scent, she immediately melts in your touch. You pull away slightly as she pulls her headphones off, placing it on the table before going back to your previous position.

"Hey," You softly murmur, cheek pressed to her temple. She hums at your voice, eyes still trained on her tablet perched on a stand. "How are you doing?"

Mizu twirls her digital pen in her hand—the stiff length of her pen gliding smoothly along her fingers. She nudges your head to acknowledge your presence. "Fine," She says.

You knew Mizu tends to downplay her feelings a lot. It was a common problem you both encountered throughout both your friendship and relationship. She tends to be more service-giving and prioritizes your welfare over her own. While you truly appreciate her attentiveness to your well-being, it does bring concern whenever she says things that don't really resonate with how she looks and feels. You've since learned to grow atoned to her body language—knowing at a glance at her mannerisms and communicating more definitely helps a lot in the long run.

You place a kiss on her temple, hugging her tight as she focuses back on her task. You decide not to push too much on it. "Did you get assigned new work?"

Mizu hums, nodding slightly as she makes quick notes on her tablet. "Yeah. They needed a lot of manpower on this one."

Your arms move back to grab her shoulders, thumbs making circular motions on the area available to you. Mizu sighs at the feeling. "So it's a big project, huh?"

Mizu nods once more before pausing. There's a slight reprieve as you continue to ease the tense muscles on her shoulders. She then turns slightly, eyes looking up at you both in curiosity and gratefulness. "What's up with you?"

You smile down at her, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips before turning towards the tray of her favorite food on her dresser. "Got you some food and your favorite tea."

Mizu lightens up at your words, turning in her office chair and pulling you between her legs. She buries her face on your stomach, hands on your hips. "Thank you, Bonnie."

Her words pull a flush from your cheeks—still getting butterflies from her attention. You gently pat the top of her head, making sure not to stress the already messy bun haphazardly tied on a whim. A few strands of her hair escape the hairdo with each gentle slide of your palm on her head. You let out a grumble, hands making their way to pull the tie off her hair. Mizu chuckles at your movements.

"Was I too quiet?" Mizu asks as she feels your hands run through her hair—gathering all the strands with careful swoops. You hum at her response.

"Not really," You respond as you twist her hair in its usual style before beginning to tie it off with her hair tie. "Why?"

Mizu blinks softly, enjoying your ministrations on her head. She yawns. "I don't know. Just worried that I might've been ignoring you or something."

You pause at the last twist of her tie, gently pulling away to take a look at her face. The exhaustion is evident—bags under her eyes, eyes blinking slow, and the slouch on her posture. However, despite it all, her eyes and face remain softened and loving at the sight of you. A soft smile pulls from your lips.

"You haven't," Your hands gently cup her face as you angled it up towards you. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mizu. Whatever you need, I'll be right here."

She gazes into your eyes, processing your heartfelt words before a genuine smile bursts from her lips. Your heart thunders at its brightness and you can't help but return its intensity.

"I love you." She murmurs, eyes filled with gratitude. You revel in its warmth.

"I love you too."

"Mizu?" You call out to the empty living room, not noticing the familiar raven-haired girl typically lounging in the living space around this time. You knew because Mizu often tends to do her leisure time in the living room where it has an open space and just an overall change of pace in the morning. You had gone out to do the groceries as Mizu did hers last week. You half expected her to be at the same spot when you returned but didn't overthink it. She was probably back at her room or fixing up that clog in the bathroom. You placed your shoes on the side before walking towards the kitchen to drop the grocery bags.

You begin to place the items in their respective places before realizing another equation to the problem. Nora was also nowhere to be found. Your heart speeds up,

"Nora? Mizu?" You call out, placing the bag of fruits down to find you two missing culprits. "Where are you?"

While Mizu was a generally quiet person and Nora being stealthy like a damn mosquito, they often wandered to your presence and so you expected that your girlfriend would call back and Nora's feet would begin to pitter patter its way towards you. There were only a few other options that you could consider where those two disappeared to. First, Mizu must have taken her out for a walk. Nora tends to be restless in the morning and prefers going out when the sun is high and the temperature is just right. Second, probably in Mizu's bedroom—those two tend to nap when you're not in sight, probably because most of the time their energy is just you with 5% of their actual energy. You decide to go with the second option for now.

You make careful steps towards Mizu's room, knocking on the wooden surface before opening the door. The lights are off and the room's spotless. Mizu must be out. You turn towards your room just in case. You're greeted with the bed you made this morning. You scratch your head in thought, confused as to where those two might have gone.

Just as you begin to worry, the sound of the door's security system unlocking through the keypad resounds through the hallway. You make your way towards the living space to see Mizu with an armful of carboard boxes and Nora trailing behind her. They both pause at the sight of you.

"Oh," Mizu blinks at you as if she had been caught sticking her hand somewhere she shouldn't have. You blink back in response. "You're home."

Nora meows in response to your rather unexpected predicament. Your eyes dart from Mizu, to Nora, to the boxes in Mizu's arms.

"... What's that?" You watch as Mizu gently places the items down with a sigh before turning towards you with a sheepish smile.

"I got Nora a tower," She responds hesitantly, gauging your reaction to her response. There's a few moments of silence as you process the information.

You remain speechless. If anything, you were the one who mostly spoils Nora. Having too much similarities to your grumpy looking girlfriend, you couldn't help but coddle the kitty. Mizu on the other hand tends to bond with cat through silent stares or squinting at each other as if they have their own form of communication. It's safe to say that you're quite amused at the fact that Mizu was the one who brought her

A laugh escapes your lips at the thought, watching as Mizu furrows her eyebrows in confusion while Nora simply meows beside her.

"How did you even—" You cover your mouth in an attempt to calm yourself down from the impending laughter. "When did you even get this?"

Mizu rolls her eyes. "I got it last week. When you had class—" She pauses at the sound of your laughter. "Why is this so funny to you?"

You grin at her grumpy attitude. "I just didn't expect that you'll be the one getting her the tower. I thought you settled for the treats?"

Mizu snorts as she settles down on the carpeted floor, pulling one of the smaller boxes towards her. "Since when was I limited to that?"

You grin excitedly, rushing over to her side with ease. Mizu chuckles at your enthusiasm. You place a kiss on her cheek causing your girlfriend to pause and turn her attention towards you.

"That's so hot of you, Bonnie," You coo, utterly enamored by her. Mizu's soften, the corner of her lips upturned.

There's a softened tension between the two of you as Mizu's eyes roam all over your face. There's a mischievous look on her face. "All it takes for me to get between your legs is a cat tower, really?"

You grin wide at her words. You decide to tease back. "Can you blame me? That's wife material right there."

Mizu drops the box on the floor before finally turning her body to you with an eyebrow upturned. "So you're saying you'll marry me over a cat tower?"

You shrug. "I mean, you, breathing is enough—"

You squeal as you feel the sudden rise of your body from the ground. Mizu sweeps you into her arms, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other gripping your thigh. You flush in her hold as you wrap your legs around her waist.

You squirm in her hold. "Mizu, I didn't say now!"

The raven haired woman pays no attention to your whims as she steps over the boxes and begins to make her way towards her room. "We can do that later." She hums, carrying you with ease.

You turn towards Nora who stares up at both of her parents, innocently licking her paw. "N-Nora!" You whine over Mizu's back. "Nora, help mommy!"

The cat only stretches—letting a loud meow before it jumps on the couch and curls into a ball. You whine at the lack of attentiveness to your apparent danger as your girlfriend chuckles at your try of escaping.

"The cat won't help you, y'know?"

"Mizu!"

"What about this?" Your eyes lock with your girlfriend through the mirror as you fix the front of your dress. Akemi's birthday is just around the corner and plans of going out had been arranged and planned out. The birthday gal had wanted to celebrate her night at a club and your wardrobe lacked the proper attire for an occassion like that. So you went shopping.

The thing is, Mizu had always been your outfit decision-maker. You didn't think much of it before when her gaze landed on yours whenever you showed her an array of outfits for whatever occasion. Now, you feel her stare more intensely as if a knife had delicately touched its tip against your skin and marked its way down with a gentle grip—not enough to harm but enough to entice a reaction.

The dress you chose was satin with a color of your choice—backless and hung around your curves nicely. You subtly turn your body as you admire its simplistic design. Mizu hums from her position on the bed, laying on her side with her elbow propped up to support her weight. You see her tilt her head, eyes taking their sweet time to analyze your figure.

"Bon?" You ask as you turn towards her. Her eyes are half-lidded and you can sense from a mile away the familiar look on her face but you remain ignorant of the tension brewing between you. You choose to turn back towards the mirror, fixing your hair as you adjust the straps. "I don't know if it's fit for a nightclub or an evening dine."

You hear Mizu hum. Just then, you hear shifting on the bed before sock-cladded feet pad through the wooden floors. You see Mizu's figure behind you in the mirror—the subtle size difference of her broad shoulders compared to you heats your cheeks. Her arms make their way around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest as she props her chin on your shoulder. Your eyes lock on the reflection in the mirror as you take careful notes of her appearance. Hair pulled in a half bun, blue eyes devoid of their usual black-rimmed glasses, figure clad in black with a familiar gold chained necklace wrapped loosely around her neck, and her wrist adorned by a silver watch you gifted her on her birthday last year. You heave a breath at the intensity of her stare.

"You look pretty," She mumbles, eyes lost in your figure before placing a soft kiss on your neck. A shiver runs through your spine at her affection, feeling it take course through the expanse of your shoulder. It's slow and soft—making sure each scar and imperfection is not left untouched. You squirm in her arms.

"Mizu," You hum, voice deep and sultry as you lean your head back, allowing her more space to work with. "You're not working with me."

The raven haired gal laughs against your skin as she continues with her ministrations. You feel her hands rumple the fabric, clutching the soft satin material as it bunches up between her fingers. The hem rises up to your thighs, granting your lover a sweet view of home.

"What?" She asks with a teasing tone. You grumble at her mischievous nature. "I was just answering your question."

"I asked if it fit—" You moan slightly as she sucks on the familiar spot behind your ear. "N-not if I was hot. There's a difference."

"Is there?" Her breath hits your ear with a slight deep chuckle of her voice. You feel her trail her kisses towards the nape of your neck, hands beginning to caress your thighs. You watch as the hem of your dress practically rise up to the top of your thighs, granting no sense of decency. You whine as you feel her kiss down your shoulder blades, tongue licking out to mouth at the valley between your shoulders.

"You're so unfair," You breathe out, back arching as she slides her hands to your hips, pulling you back against hers. She smiles, nudging your head to the side as she buries hers against your neck. Your eyes meet at the reflection, gauging each other's response. You would've thought that her ministrations would end then and there but you shouldn't have underestimated your girlfriend. After all, it's always the quiet ones.

Mizu boldly cups your cunt over your dress—a moan escaping your lips. She pulls you flush against her as she nips against the tip of your ears. You remain pinned against her chest, her arm strength keeping you close.

"You fucker," You pant, mouth opening up to a grin as you gripped her arm. She merely gives a you a smirk as she hikes her hand up, grinding her palm against you. Your knees falter.

"I give you my opinion and you curse me out?" Mizu laughs against your ear, placing a peck on your cheek. "Not cute, babe."

"God, you're so annoying," You sigh, hand reaching out to bury itself in Mizu's raven locks. Your girlfriend merely hums, eyes watching you get lost in the pleasure of her fingers. It's as if the fuse in Mizu's head had began to run out of course, she then pulls away from your back and turns you towards her with ease.

You flush as she manhandles you in her arms, pulling you up to wrap your legs around her waist. You grasp at her shoulders at the sudden movement. She pauses, eyes calculating as she eyes you up like a predator waiting for its prey to back down, and knowing you, you'd never back down just like that.

You wrap your arms around her neck, leaning close to brush your lips against hers. "Gonna pull this dress off me or what?" You hum, nose brushing against hers. "If you're too busy eyeing me up instead of fucking me, I got a pretty handy vibrator back in my cabinet."

She chuckles at your boldness, jaw clenching at your words. "You're a fucking brat, y'know that?"

You giggle as she moves you towards the bed. "Gets you every time."

"Why are you limping like that?" Ringo asks you one day as you met up with him and Akemi for class. Thank the Gods that Ringo is naturally innocent like that. It saves you the embarrassment of having to tell two people what Mizu did to you in the morning. Akemi, however, merely raises an eyebrow at you—shaking her head like a disappointed mother. You had underestimated the time it took to get ready, and Mizu in bed wasn't exactly a good component in your determination to focus in the morning. Add the fact that your horny and Mizu is feeling quite energetic at 7 am.

"When I said that I'm happy for you, I was hoping that you'd get to keep the private matters of your relationship finally to a minimum and not for the whole world to see," Akemi deadpans. Ringo looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "It's quite contradicting but you get my point."

You give her a sheepish smile at her words while Akemi merely sips on her iced coffee. Ringo turns to you with a smile, his hand forming a thumbs up. "Ignore her, I am happy for you."

Akemi grumbles, shifting her leg over her knee. "Can we not talk about this right now? We're about to have an exam."

You and Ringo share a playful look at Akemi's quips, not wanting to be at the receiving end of Akemi's fury. The classroom was slowly filling in with students—all having the same look of despair and exhaustion for the test in a few minutes. You turn towards your bag, hand rummaging through the array of essentials carefully packed from the night before. Your eyebrows furrow as you can't feel the familiar material of your pen case.

"Oh fuck," You murmur, tone panicking as you peered inside your bag. Ringo and Akemi glance at you in concern.

"What?" Ringo asks, ever the concerned hubby that he is. You let a shaky breath as you can't see the familiar cat patterned pen case that Mizu gifted to you last year. Your essentials for the test were in there! While a pen might've been easy to borrow, the other materials were definitely something you couldn't get away with. You turn to Akemi and Ringo with a frown.

"I think I left my pen case at the dorm." You huff in frustration, glancing at the front to check the time. "I can't go back, there's not enough time."

Akemi sighs, head nudging to your phone. "Check with your girlfriend. She might be nearby."

Your shoulders lower in hesitance. "It's class hours. Don't you think I'll be a bother?"

Ringo chuckles quietly in his seat. "You think Mizu would care about that?"

Akemi snorts before propping her arm on the table to place her chin on her palm. "What he said."

You sigh, contemplating your options before finally giving in.

You put your phone down on the surface of your table, cheeks heating up from the conversation. 15 minutes pass with ease and you're left twiddling your thumbs as you glance back and forth from the door to the clock in front.

Just as she said, Mizu appears at the small window of the door, hand waving awkwardly as she raises your pen case. You immediately stand up from your seat, earning curious glances from Akemi and Ringo. You pay them no mind as you shuffle your way to the door, gently opening it to not draw attention before closing it with a soft push behind you.

"Hey," Mizu's deep voice infiltrates your senses as you turn towards her. You immediately take note of her outfit—dark blue rayon skipper collared blouse with sleeves that reached her arms halfway, pale brown slacks cuffed to her ankles, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair is in its usual bun with the added flare of her orange tinted glasses. You snicker.

Mizu sighs, tilting her head with a deadpan stare. "Why are you laughing?"

You glance at the empty corridor before wrapping your arms around her waist. "You look like a walking sponsor for Uniqlo."

Mizu scoffed, raising the hand grasping the pen case before gently bonking it on your forehead. "You ought to be more thankful to me, pretty."

You grin up at her, hugging her close as you prop your chin on her sternum. You squint your eyes, giving her your most mischievous look. "I'll be sure to put that on my new year's list."

Mizu rolls her eyes, pushing you gently off her before jokingly slamming your pen case on your hand. "There," She says before presenting another paper bag on your hand. "Also, here."

You glance at the paper bag then at her—those perfectly thick and plucked eyebrows arching at you as she waves the paper bag for you to take. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What's that?"

Mizu shrugged as you peered inside to see a half filled cup of your favorite drink in a large size. You look up at Mizu who tilts her head to the side with a smile. "I got it this morning. Meant to save some for you."

You purse your lips as your heart softens at the gesture. "Mizu," You coo. The gal only leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

"Now go ace that test, bon," She smiles. "I'll get you after class."

She waves you goodbye before jogging towards the elevators. You sigh dreamily as she disappears into the corner before walking back inside your classroom. You maneuver your way towards your desk, earning a couple of side glances from Akemi and Ringo.

You sit down, giddily settling down on your seat before you hear someone clear their throat beside you.

"Homesexuals," Akemi clears her throat beside you to which Ringo snorts at. You shoot a glare at them in response.

Mizu is generally, a patient person.

Despite her grumpy responses towards Ringo or her perpetual furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted into a glare, and her frowned lips whenever Taigen enters the scene, Mizu still is a patient person. You've rarely seen her angry and when she does become angry, it often comes out in seething silence. Eyes that bore into the depths of your soul, face hardened enough to not show any emotion, and a stance evoking authority and dominion over the situation.

You saw it once. When a guy tried to force himself on you during a campus party. It was an unfortunate event really and you didn't want things to escalate but the man didn't back down with his flirting (if you could even call it that). Let's just say that the night ended with a bruise on their face and it's definitely not Mizu.

You're well aware that your girlfriend can pack a punch and certainly knows how to use it. She's well built and has a lot of strength for someone her stature. Taigen calls it a sleeper build—a passing glance from when Mizu helped out with moving Akemi's furniture to her new condo. You definitely agree with that.

That's why you're internally panicking for the aftermath of a similar situation from Akemi's birthday nightout.

"Mizu," You pant, trying to call for her attention but the blinding force of her anger continues to drive her need for you. "Mizu—Ngh! Please listen to me—"

Mizu continues her ministrations on your neck, paying no mind to your squirming body as her hand grabs your thigh with ease—anchoring it to her waist as she slots her torso between your legs.

"Fuck," She growls against the skin of your neck, hair in disarray from the sloppy and heavy makeout session on the way to your bedroom. You vividly remember knocking a frame off your console table when Mizu slammed you against its edge. "I should've fucked him up."

You whine at the bite of her teeth on your shoulder—grasping at her shoulders. "Baby, we have to talk about this—"

Her thigh slots between your legs and hikes it up against your cunt—you mewl at the pressure. Mizu pulls away from your shoulder, licking her lips as she peers down at you with darkened shades of blue. "Talk? You want to talk?"

Her tone resounds with mockery and sarcasm, a seething remembrance of her fury from just a few hours ago. Typically, this behavior would startle you at first but you've grown to learn and love this blue-eyed woman after the years you've spent pining and being oblivious to each other's affection.

"You're not going to do this to me, Mizu," You snarl back, letting out a breathy sigh as her free hand begins to move your hips against her thigh. "You made us leave Akemi's party because of this—that's not–Hngh—t-that's not okay—Fuck!"

Mizu darkly chuckles as she begins to roam her hand underneath your dress. "You talk too much for someone who's about to get fucked."

"Shut the fuck up," You try to return the dominance but her skillful pulls and push of your hips leaves you breathless and keening at her touch. "That guy isn't even worth it, why'd you even—why?"

Mizu feels the inside of your thigh, reveling in the soft flesh as she creeps closer to your mound. "Didn't like the way he looked at you. Mothefucker had the audacity to ask for your number as if he didn't see my hand gripping your thigh. I fucking hate that."

You feel her fingers teeter over the edge of your panties—skin thumbing the material of your underwear, a surprise you wished would be unveiled in different circumstances.

Mizu kisses your pulse point, making sloppy kisses on the area as she continues to speak. "Everything's worth it if it's you."

You arch and mewl at her words, head moving back to give her more room. Mizu smiles at your reaction.

"You like that?" She chuckles deeply. "Like it when I'm being possessive, huh?"

"Oh God," You groan. "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

Mizu pulls away from your neck, brushing her nose against yours as she peers down at your irritated features. "So demanding," She smiles as she leans close and brushes her lips against yours.

Having had enough, your hand grabs her raven tresses—gripping it as you pull her down to close the distance between your mouths. It's all wet and full of passion—desperate sliding of lips against yours. She tilts her head, begging for deeper access as she slides out her tongue to feel more of you. There's a battle for dominance—a battle she's desperately winning. You pull away with a bite on her bottom lip, gently pulling it before licking your lips.

"Damn." Mizu lets out a breathless chuckle from the kiss, all the more turned on from your confident nature. You smile up at her with a grin.

"I suggest putting all that anger into something useful," You pant as you guide her hand to pull your dress up more.

You watch as she pulls the dress off, eyes widening at the lingerie set you've worn for the night. You see her hunger double at the sight.

"Fuck me up, Mizu." You mewl as you arch your back to present your body to her. Her jaw clenches at your words.

Just as you had said those words, you yelp in surprise as she pulls you down the bed—sheets ruffling in the process before pinning your legs to your chest.

"I'll fucking kill anyone who gets to see you like this," Her words are dark—an apparent shiver running through your spine at the process. You mewl at her domineering figure, watching as she marvels at the way the fabric highlights your figure.

Mizu then moves the fabric covering your cunt to the side, letting out a shaky breath at the process. She dives in without hesitance, tongue poking out to take a straight and slow lick from your hole to your clit.

"Oh!" You moan loudly, hand darting to grasp at her raven locks. "Fuck!"

She wastes no time in eating you out—licking and slurping as if this is the last meal she'll ever have. Your thighs quiver at the magnitude of pleasure she brings forth. You've never been this overwhelmed with the pleasure as you choke over your moans—grasping and clawing at the sheets or her hand gripping your thighs. You eye her arms—sleeves of her button-up hiked up to her elbows, showcasing the veins popping and rising at the harsh grip she has on your body. The sight heats you up even more.

You flush as she peers up at you from the comforts of your pussy—blue eyes clouded with lust and want as she makes precise twirls and flicks with her tongue. Goddamn her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

"You're so pretty," She mouths over your clit, teasing with a few licks before spreading it with her fingers to not let one spot untouched. You moan at her tenacity. "All mine. All fucking mine."

Just as the pleasure couldn't get any worse, Mizu rubs her index and middle over your hole before slipping it inside with ease. With all the wetness from her mouth and the slick coming from you, the penetration is done with no difficulty. She then makes a few thrusts of her fingers before flexing her digits in a come hither motion. The tips of her lengthy digits reach the familiar gummy spot within you. You yelp at the sudden spike of pleasure, thighs slightly closing.

"Right here?" She asks, breathless. You become lost in the pleasure—drunk from the high Mizu's giving you.

"Ngh! Mizu please!" You plead, unsure of what exactly you're asking. Mizu licks her lips before adjusting her hand—palm brushing over your clit. She then begins to speed up her thrusts—making an up-and-down motion on her wrist as wet noises begin to come out of your cunt.

"M-Mizu! F-Fuck—I can't—!" You scream as the tips of her fingers continuously hit that familiar spot. She pays no mind to your whims, ignoring your hands reaching out to grab her arm. It doesn't take too long before you feel an intense knot in your core, as if you're going to release something you shouldn't. With a final flick of her wrist, a ray of clear liquid squirts out of your pussy as you scream in pleasure. You twitch and shiver in her hold as she darts down to slurp up your release.

You whine and keen at the sensitivity, hands darting out to push Mizu away. She continues to lick every part of your cunt—swollen and perfectly pink from her ministriations. "M-Mizu! S-Stop—Hah—please—!"

Once satisfied, the raven-haired gal moves up with a smile. "Good girl," she praises.

You watch as she removes the rest of you and her clothes then untying her hair before adjusting your legs—raising the other as she slots between them. You whine at the sensitivity.

"I can't, please—" You sob, eyes tearing up from being oversensitive. Mizu coos at you as she grinds her cunt against yours. You flinch, hands darting down to her hips.

"Yes you can baby," She kisses your leg, holding it to her shoulder. "You can give me one more, won't you angel?"

You pant as she speeds up her thrusts, the pleasure begins to build up once more. Your first orgasm wasn't far along and so the coming of the second comes with ease. You remain listless on the sheets, eyes watching as Mizu's hips make skillful circles—cunt rubbing against yours deliciously.

"Tell me you're mine," She pants, hair gathered to her shoulder. The sweat and flush on her skin make her more ethereal. "Tell me who do you belong to, hm?"

She demands rather than asks and with the cloudiness of the high she keeps giving you, you succumb to her authority.

"I-I'm yours," You whine, hands gripping her thighs as she begins to speed up. You feel the familiar knot of your climax begin to unravel. "I'm yours."

Mizu's thrusts begin to become inconsistent and with a few more grinds and circles of her hips, you release with a loud moan as Mizu follows after.

She drops down on you with a pant, obviously exhausted from the strenuous activity. There's a moment of reprieve as you revel in the afterglow of sex.

Your laughter breaks the silence. "You should get jealous more often," You jest. "So that I can get laid like this again—Fuck that was good."

Mizu chuckles from her spot on your neck. She props herself up with her arms beside your head. "And here you were asking to talk when we both knew that's never going to happen."

You giggle at her words, arms wrapping around her waist. You then let out a sigh. "God, I love your tongue."

Mizu rolls her eyes, gently removing herself from the sweaty intertwine of limbs. You pout at the loss of her body heat. "Starting to think that you really just love me for my body, don't you?"

You raise your hands in a joking manner. "Consider me guilty."

Mizu throws a pillow towards you before rising from the bed. You admire her naked figure as she runs her fingers through her raven locks. Mizu notices your gaze.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, creep." She squints her eyes to glare. You roll your eyes in response.

"Such a hypocrite," You retort. "As if you weren't rambling about how possessive you we—AGH!"

The raven-haired girl tackles you into the bed, hands coming to tickle you to death. You both laugh and giggle at each other, reveling in the atmosphere brought forward by your chemistry.

You suppose you could never get tired of this. Not when it's Mizu.

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There's not much change after you and Mizu finally got together but u suppose its probably the cat

Mizu has the tendency to match with your outfit. Whenever you ask her abt it, she just claims its a coincidence

When Mizu got her first camera, she took pictures of you and her together. She got the film printed. (She has a picture of you on the back of her phone and you have hers on yours)

Your go to gift for Mizu are socks and tea

Mizu is eerily similar to Nora. Sometimes you catch them pausing and staring at each other in the living room. it's quite funny.

Peers around campus are funnily giving you thumbs up and congratulatory shakes as if you getting together is a monumental achievement in history (It's bc of Taigen).

Mizu becomes all the more service-giving once you get together (she opens doors for you, pulls your chair for you to sit on, brushing a stray hair away from your face). She likes it bc u give her kisses now.

Mizu subconsciously plays with your fingers when holding hands. Though her fave part to put her hand on is your thighs. she claims that she likes the feeling.

Mizu often asks for your opinion on things whether it be for work, academics, or day to day life. Its because she regards you important and dear to her. She wants to share her life with you.

The moment you disclosed your relationship with your friends, Ringo legit pulled out a party popper

Mizu IS a walking UNIQLO sponsor (you cannot count how many rayon blouses she has in her closet. she claims its bc she likes the fabric)

You jokingly proposed to Mizu with a candy pop ring. Mizu proposed to you back with a can tab.

Mizu orders her drinks in the largest cup size bc she gives it to u after when u meet up for lunch mwehe (coincidentally its your fave drink as well)

Taigen was so confused as to why Mizu just bolted from her seat (pen case part) during their lab time together and when he asked what happened when she came back, she said, "Ah. Bonnie needed help." Taigen wants to explode.

Mizu is quite open to casual PDA. she says goodbye to u in the form of forehead kisses.

overall, you and Mizu are just so cute and so mwa mwa and i just wanna put yall in my pocket hehe

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A/N: HEYAAA this is finally done. not proofread so im gonna have to make edits to this tom. happy new year everyone !!! hope u like this roommate mizu! also to the ppl who saw this halfway done... no u didnt ....

[henry7931]

The Brat Who Mowed My Lawn

Harold:

You know this kid is a real piece of work! But now that I have his body that’s all gonna change.

Chase has mowed my lawn for a couple of years now and I should have fired him for his poor attitude awhile ago.

The only is that he’s only one around I know who will do it well. Being an old man, it’s hard to get around but my ears and eyes still work!

Well I guess that’s a problem of the past for me and more of a problem for Chase.

All I do is catch that boy up to know good. And I knew for a fact he was going to be just as much of a bully and an a hole in college as we was for the last 18 years of his life.

What really upset me was how mean he would be to that sweet gay kid next door Joseph. That kid didn’t do anything to him!

Well I got a surprise for Chase when he wakes up from my nap, not only is now old, going to have trouble moving around but he’s going to hear about his body coming out as a proud gay man!

You know this is the last thing I’m going to do for him which is a free mow of his new lawn haha!

Now I better get back to my new home before he wakes up.

10 minutes later:

“Wooowee!! These piggies right here stink!”

But look how sexy my new young toes look! Let me get a good ole sniff…

*sniff*

Boy that makes my new pecker harder than a pool!

I take a little peak at my growing boner and it’s a pretty good size.

I walk over to my window to see if he’s gotten up yet but that’s when I spot that sweet gay boy walking.

I crack open the window and say, “Joseph!! Hey hold up a minute, I wanna talk to you!”

He looks nervous and I say, “I promise, it’s nothing bad. Just give me 2 minutes.”

I run downstairs and meet him at my door.

He looks at me shyly and I say, “hey I owe you an apology.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I’ve been awful to you and— it’s because I haven’t been honest with myself. I just see you out here being so you and truthful… I guess what I’m trying to say is…. I’m gay too.”

He looks shocked hearing the words come out of my mouth.

“It’s okay Chase, I uhhh I’m kinda surprised but thank you for the apology.”

“Well how I’ve been was not acceptable at all and I would love to make it up to you.”

“Yeah?”

I scoot closer to him, “I think you’re awfully cute and uh… what are you doing right now?”

I was gonna ask him on a date but my bodies hormones are losing control right now.

“Nothing really.”

“Well you wanna hang out?”

1 hour later:

So Joseph and I made out for a bit which kinda led us to heavy pettin’

And well I may have let him explore my new body. And we’re pretty compatible, we both like smelly pits, dirty feet, he even let me play with his cute toes too.

But the best part was the foot job he gave me. It felt amazing on my new pecker. He even let me lick all the cum off his toes.

Now he wants to come back tonight for a “sleepover.” Good thing is that my new parents won’t mind, that it matters I’m a grown adult at my age.

Oh wait I’m getting a FaceTime, oh look who it is! It’s the old sleepy grandpa.

“Hello Mr. Harold, how did you like your yard?”

“SHUT UP OLD MAN! AND GIVE ME BACK MY BODY!”

“Oh no, is everything okay over there? You don’t sound well. Should I call someone?”

“Don’t play stupid! You need to give me back my body or—“

“Or what exactly? You’re going to beat me up? Tell someone? Listen, I don’t think anyone had ever taught you a lesson so I’ll make this easy for you.”

*click*

Poor old man, sounds like he’s going through a lot. Oh well!

*A Few Months Later*

“Ugh are you going to tease me with this clothes on or are you gonna join me?” says Joseph my currently naked boyfriend standing with an erection in front of me.

“Well let me start out with my socks, I know you love my feet after a long day.”

“God you I do love your feet but I especially love that nice cock of yours.”

Joseph impatiently hops into the recliner with me and I embrace his body wrapping my hands and with his cock.

“So glad your parents are out of town, I can’t wait until we’re ‘college roommates’ next week.”

“I know then we can do this every night,” I say pinching his ass.

Joesph or Joey as I like to call him makes a yelping noise,

“Oh my god, I forgot to ask you. Did you hear about our old neighbor next door?”

“Oh yeah, poor old guy. Well you wanna take this upstairs because I’m horny as f*ck now.”

“Please! And you better fuck me tonight Chase, I’m not giving you a foot job again.”

“But!!! But you’re so good at them baby and your feet are so sexy!”

“Nope I want you rail me.”

“Fine!”

[2chopsticks2eyes]

Don't Play Dumb

2chopsticks2eyes - Masterlist

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Han Jisung/Han x Fem Reader

Themes: Shameless smut

Word Count: ~3.3k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Vaginal Sex

Summary: Minho and Jisung were living their best lives to their gayest potential. Well, at least that's what they thought before you moved in next door...

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by a request from my girl @lyramundana. I had to physically restrain myself from making this, like, 20 pages more than it is just because I told myself this was only going to be a short one-shot to put out there while I write my main stories. 😅

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Jisung always knew he was gay, he was vibing too much babygirl energy to be otherwise. Minho always knew he wasn't attracted to really anyone, however, he always had a thing for a nice set of pecs and a nice, perky ass. That is until he met Jisung and realized his 100% attraction towards the man. And the biggest plus was Jisung had a really nice ass AND pecs. Like. DAMN.

But I digress. Neither believed in love at first sight until they first locked eyes on each other. 

That was YEARS ago, and they were still as in love (if not more) as they were before.

But then one hot summer day, you moved into the flat straight across from theirs.

The two were just coming home from a romantic brunch and were already a couple of horny dogs before noon even hit. However, when they saw you struggling to move in by yourself, all it took was one look at each other and they immediately rushed over to help you despite your ramblings that you could do it yourself and weren't some damsel in distress.

They respected that, but still insisted on helping if not to speed up the process so you wouldn't turn into ashes in the summer heat and, if you were being honest with yourself, it sounded particularly preferable. So after brief introductions, the three of you set to work.

So, after these two Greek gods of men finished helping you move everything up, all of you were drenched in sweat from head to toe.

"I'd offer you something to drink, but I think I only have tap water..." You explained meekly, trying not to focus too hard on each drop of sweat that ran down their tanned skin.

They were in a similar situation.

They had watched you lift those heavy boxes like they weighed nothing and they soon found out that you were more than capable to do this yourself. But with the sun blazing and heavy lifting up two flights of stairs, they couldn't help but notice your... attributes.

You had worn just a thin tank top and some breezy shorts due to the weather, and the more sweaty you got, the more they clung to you, and the more the boys couldn't help but have their eyes wander.

They giggled and reject your offer. "Do you want to come and have a drink at our place instead?" Jisung offered sweetly.

"No no no! It's totally fine! I have to start unpacking anyway and, besides, you two have helped me out plenty today..." They couldn't help but notice the blush blooming on your cheeks as you looked down with a small smile, biting your lip to contain your shyness.

Minho wanted to coo at you for being so damned cute, but he was afraid that it would make you uncomfortable, so he refrained. 

Once Minho and Jisung returned to their own flat, Jisung turned to Minho. "Okay hyung, I know this is going to sound super weird, but was she not absolutely drop-dead gorgeous or what?!" 

"Holy shit, I know right?! Am glad I'm not the only one who noticed!" 

"Like, shit, I'd fuck her stupid if I wasn't the gayest bottom bitch there is out there!" They laughed heartily and Minho playfully swat his arm with a loud cackle.

This was why they loved each other so much, they could be completely open and honest with each other and they knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they’d still live and die for each other.

"Speaking of bottom bitch, I believe we had some plans once we returned home if I'm not mistaken?" Minho gave Jisung a wry smile as he moved closer to place a sweet kiss on the edge of the younger man’s jaw, instantly reminding Jisung how stupidly horny he was.

Instead of answering, Jisung just decided to strip naked and get on all fours for the man right in the middle of their fucking living room carpet.

Weeks went by and, what started as simple greetings as you occasionally passed them coming and going, turned into the three of you spending time at each other's places every week for the designated 'movies and margaritas' nights.

"Okayokayokay, Ji! Truth or dare?" You questioned the round-faced man. After your third round of drinks, you all had foregone your attention to the movie on the screen in favor of playing the classic game for drunks.

"Truth..."

"Don't be such a pussy, Sungie!" Minho complained loudly.

Jisung shoved his face in front of the elder’s line of sight in retaliation. "Get over it! My answer remains the same!"

You giggled wildly even though the situation was not nearly as funny as you thought it was, but they had endeared expressions on their faces as they looked at you cackling like an idiot.

"Okay *ahem* Ji. Have you ever topped Minho?" You knew the question was pretty bold, but you had quickly become extremely familiar with these men. Besides, neither reacted poorly to the personal question.

"Sweetheart, hyung and I have been together for AGES. Do you seriously think we haven't already tried everything in the slutty book?"

"They have one of those?" You asked while giggling into your drink.

"Yeah, we wrote it," Minho smirked and winked at you while you cackled.

"Well, at least now I know that Ji knows how to fuck." You taunted said man with a wicked smile. 

"Oh, I can do a lot more than fucking, sweetheart," Jisung said in a sultry tone with a wink thrown at you. This was a common occurrence between you three, they would flirt with you while your heart was being suffocated knowing they were gay.

You visibly shivered with a blush and Minho narrowed his eyes, taking a mental note of it. "Okay, little miss dirty mind, your turn. Truth or dare." You could already see Minho brewing up a storm in his head, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

"Dare. Hit me with your best shot, pussy cat." You said with a challenging grin on your face.

"Oh no. You shouldn't have said that. Minho's the devil incarnate. He'll seriously fuck you up." 

Minho answered his boyfriend with an amused hum. "Hmm, let's see..." He made a show about thinking about what he wanted to say as if he didn't already know. "I dare you..." Both you and Jisung waited with bated breath for the hell that was about to be unleashed. "...to french kiss both me and Sungie."

"WHAT?!" Both you and Jisung exclaimed in tandem.

"You heard me, bitches. You have to kiss these gay boy lips like you mean it, now pay up!"

Jisung breathed out a disbelieving laugh as his slack jaw hinted at a shocked smile. He turned to you to gauge your reaction, only to see that you had completely frozen in place. Their smiles instantly dropped. "Aw shit, I'm sorry, love. I was just teasing. If that makes you uncomfortable I can--" 

"No!!" You shouted, covering your mouth immediately afterward. "N-no! A dare's a dare! I'm no pussy..." At least that's what you told yourself.

Internally, your heart was racing at a thousand miles a minute as you scooched closer to Jisung. You took a deep breath and cupped his cheeks, watching his beautiful eyes go wide and his moist, plush lips part. Before you could doubt yourself any further, you dove in and planted your lips on his.

You had instantly melted as Jisung tentatively placed his hands on your waist and you furthered the instructed 'french kiss' by tangling tongues with him.

After a moment, without waiting to check their reactions, you pulled away and lunged at Minho to do the same, drinking in the taste of the alcohol on his lips. When you felt his strong hands smooth over your shirt and around to your back you slightly whimpered.

You flew back while covering your mouth and saw their wide eyes and dumbfounded looks on their faces. "Oh-oh, my god!" You scrambled to stand up. "Shit guys, I'm so sorry. I..." You couldn't stay with the humiliation any longer and, without another word, you fled from the apartment.

Jisung and Minho looked at each other with equally shocked expressions. "Are you as turned on right now as I am?" Jisung said breathily. And Minho just dumbly nodded. "Do you think she would... or would you be down for...?" There was an unspoken question there, but his soulmate already knew.

"Fuck yes." Minho threw himself on his boyfriend like a hungry wolf and proceeded to fuck him over the back of the couch until he came with a cry on his lips.

Okay... they were definitely, infinitesimally homosexual but... they never met someone like you…

Maybe they had some talking to do.

When they knocked on your door unannounced the following evening, you were shocked to say the least. "Minho? Jisung? What are you--?"

“Can we come in?” Jisung cut to the chase rather quickly and you could see the determination in his eyes. You nodded shyly, still not able to get over the fact that you made an ass of yourself the night prior.

As soon as they came in, they bracketed you and you looked up at them like a frightened animal. “G-guys… I-I’m sorry about yesterday… I didn’t mean to and we had a lot to drink and–”

“Do you like us?” Minho cut in this time and you sealed your lips. You felt a shiver run down your spine and, even though you were sure he meant it in a different way, you answered respectfully.

“O-of course I like you guys! We’re friends!” You sounded shocked that they even had to ask.

“No…” Jisung brazenly stepped closer and swept your hair over your shoulder to speak low into your ear. “Do you like like us?”

Minho moved closer on your other side as well, however, he bent down to eye level with you “Don’t play dumb baby girl. Do you have dirty little thoughts about me and Jisungie? Hm?” He tilted his head and you looked like a deer caught in the headlights as they both stared you down. “Do you imagine what it would be like having two men fuck you stupid? Is that why you asked Sungie that question?”

You didn’t know whether to tell the truth or lie out your ass but, eventually, you could only reply with a shy nod directed at your own bare feet, not trusting your mouth to be able to form words.

With your shameful face still directed towards the ground, you peeked up at their expressions. Your eyes widened when you saw identical Cheshire grins on each of their faces. “Well then, I think we should assist her with that. Don’t you think, hyung?”

“I agree wholeheartedly Sungie.”

You whipped your head up and stepped back a hair. “Woah woah woah! No need to stoop to that level, guys!  I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually!”

“Well, you see sweetheart, we've been thinking an awful lot about this. Hyung and I are in it for life, but with you…” Jisung said as he stepped an inch closer to you. “You’ve got us questioning what it would be like with a woman.” He gently trailed a finger down your arm, inducing goosebumps that they could blatantly see.

“We want to know what it’s like to make you fall apart. We want to see how to make you scream. Make you beg.” Minho trailed his gaze languidly over your body with each word and you felt like you were being crushed with all the tension in the air.

You involuntarily gasped when you felt Jisung’s soft lips press against your cheek. Soon enough, he was whispering in your ear. “That blush on your cheeks is really pretty, should I deepen it?” You felt the wet heat of his tongue press up against the tender skin under your ear and you quietly whimpered.

“It sounds like you are more than willing to experiment with us, honey. Tell us, baby. Do you want to play with us?” Minho wrapped an arm around your waist and began kissing your neck to drive his intentions forward. Also to inform you that “playing” didn’t mean you’re going to play fucking Jenga or some shit.

Instead of using words, you let your hands do the talking. You tentatively grasped their wrists and slowly led them further into the apartment. You made your answer clear enough when you brought them to your bedroom and turned around to silently face them at the foot of your bed.

Your eyes were glued to the floor and Minho cooed at you. When you looked up, the two gorgeous men were looming over you with hungry eyes. Unable to look directly into their intimidating eyes, you stared at your feet while saying, “I usually use the traffic light system…” You peeked up at them to make sure they understood. “I-is that alright for you guys?”

“Fuck yes…” Jisung said with an airy tone and stepped closer to grab the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off, sweetheart?” Instead of answering, you removed said item and chucked it across the room, face getting hotter by the second.

“You guys can do whatever you want… I trust you…” You bit your lip but made sure to look them in the eyes as you said this. You wanted to make sure they knew you wanted this.

“You might be regretting saying that later, baby girl.” Minho groaned in a wicked tone.

Before you could prepare yourself, Minho had moved around behind you to hold your arms in place while Jisung stepped in front of you, slowly gliding his fingers over your exposed skin. “Shit, she’s gorgeous. Isn’t she hyung?”

Minho hummed low in his throat and then you suddenly felt his warm tongue glide up the side of your neck. “Tasty too.”

You didn’t know why, but the fact that they were talking about you like you weren’t even there turned you on even more. “Hmmm, where should I start?” Jisung rhetorically asked as he examined your body. Your breathing picked up when you felt his soft hands move up to slide one of your bra straps down. “Here?” You whimpered as his fingers glided over your nipple through the thin fabric.

You heard a chuckle come from beside your head where Minho had begun lazily kissing your neck and shoulder. “I think you have your answer, jagi. Go on, show us what a bottom bitch can do.”

Jisung bit his lip and gasped at his boyfriend’s provocative words, but when he looked back at you, he looked absolutely sinful. “Of course, hyung…” 

Jisung was an enigma. He was both equal parts submissive and domineering while Minho was a born and bred master. Created to have both you and Jisung on your knees for him with little to no effort.

They ravaged you properly. They kiss, licked, and sucked on almost every inch of your body except where you were aching the most for them. However, kissing them was almost just as good because those boys had an amazing set of lips on them.

When you all eventually stripped with an insane amount of teasing from them, Minho sat up against the headboard while you faced him on all fours, Jisung just behind you looking at your dripping cunt in awe.

Minho leaned forward to kiss you once more before leaning back and holding his oozing cock in place. “Suck.” He commanded, and you complied eagerly. As you took him in, you heard a low groan in his chest. “Sungie. Show me what you can do to her, yeah? Make her scream on my cock.” Minho said with labored breaths.

You weren’t able to see him, but you felt chills wrack your body when you felt the man behind you blow his hot air on your folds. You whimpered but continued on your mission to suck the life out of the man in front of you. You felt gentle fingers glide through your hair and felt Minho slowly begin to guide your head to bob on his dick.

You had to stifle a moan when you felt Jisung drag his tongue over the entire length of your pussy and then heard the smacking of his lips. “Wow, that’s a lot better than I imagined.” You squeaked when you felt a finger plunge inside you, pumping a few times before pulling it out and holding it up to Minho’s lips. “Hyung, taste her.”

You looked up at him from an awkward angle, not allowing your mouth to release him for a single moment. You whined when you watched his tongue slide over the digit before sucking it into his mouth. “Hmmm such a pretty and tasty girl, aren’t you?” 

You felt his hips slightly buck up but you refrained from gagging, instead, doubling your efforts. It was right as he let his head fall back against the headboard that you felt more fingers enter you, thrusting and moving in you at an unforgiving pace until you came violently and unexpectedly. 

When you pulled off of Minho’s cock to cry out your ecstasy, they watched you wide-eyed and hungry before you desperately fumbled for the bedside drawer to pull out a couple of condoms. “P-please fuck me… I need you inside me, Ji.”

Both of the men muttered expletives before you wrapped your mouth around Minho again and Jisung hastily opened the condom wrapper. You saw stars when you finally felt him enter you. “F-fuck, hyung…” Jisung whined as he bent over you to kiss him. “She’s so tight…”

“Fuck her real good, jagi. Open her wide for me.”

And without further ado, Jisung did just that. He grasped your hips and roughly slammed his cock inside you until he was whimpering with every breath. When he had fucked you long and proper, you came once again and Jisung was at his breaking point. “F-fuck… can I cum on you, sweet thing?” Jisung asked while smoothing his hand over your dewy back.

You released Minho’s dick, although he was also close, and you replied. “Fuck you guys can cum anywhere you like if you can fuck me this well.”

With an airy chuckle, Minho flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you. He and Jisung had traded spots so now Minho had on a condom, poised at your soaked entrance, while Jisung stood next to the bed with his now bare cock aimed at your face.

They didn’t pause for a single moment, Minho ramming you full force, devouring your neck as you quickly pumped Jisung’s cock in time with his boyfriend's thrusts next to you. It almost felt like fate when all three of you came in tandem and you held your mouth open to catch every drop of seed that Jisung had to offer you. 

Then, as if all the life was drained from the room, you all collapsed.

You all laid there in the mess for a moment to catch your breaths before they made a move. They were proper gentlemen, cleaning you and handling you with care as they tucked you in bed. “Guys?” They smiled at you with their full attention. 

“What is it, beautiful?” Jisung as he laced his fingers with yours.

“I know we need to talk and all, but can you guys just stay tonight and talk later?” You looked at them with pleading eyes and they smiled in adoration before plunging under the covers on each side of you. 

Yeah, Jisung and Minho knew they were gay, but after that day, they could confidently say they weren’t opposed to the opportunity when it was you they were considering…

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If you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! This is why it takes me so long to write my stories! I always want to make it into a fucking full-length book! Let me know how you liked it!

Please like, follow, and share! Thanks baby stays! 😘

2chopsticks2eyes - Masterlist

[absolutebl]

Top 10 Great BLs That Are REALLY hard to find (but worth tracking down)

But you may want to go hunting anyway!

Seven Days

Seven Days: Monday-Thursday

Seven Days: Friday-Sunday

Japan 2015

Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some really cute mutual kisses.

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii

Japan 2020

The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. It’s truly great.

Cherry Magic Thailand

Thai 2024

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. I personally like it slightly better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be from Thailand.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

Thai 2023

IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.

All about the ecstasy and the agony here.

Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Japan 2020

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning.

Given

Japan 2021

Boy joins band, falls in love with other boy. The singing is terrible, fast forward through that but with the possible exception of the hair styles, this BL could have been made in 2015 and no one would be surprised. As such, it wasn’t ground breaking, but it didn’t disappoint either.

Make a Wish

Thai 2023

A doctor who can see the dead strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage). Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not Ohm, but who cares because Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay AF - fag hag bestie and all the swagger. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are a bit overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3

Thai 2022

A Thai pulp that felt like it came out 5 yrs ago with many of the flaws inherent to that time and studio system, including manufactured angst and convoluted plot, but an ultimately sweet main couple that (as a pairing) feels a bit more modern and satisfying to watch than they started out. This will probably go down in history as one of the few BLs where I genuinely didn’t care about any of the side couples. All that said I find this show oddly appealing and rewatchable and I have no excuses for that.

I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai

Japan 2022

This is a beautiful, well acted piece of cinema, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. Gifted and serious Sakura pines after outgoing eccentric manic pixie dream boy, Yuma. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you though Korea invented them? oh no).

Triage

Thai 2022

BL does Groundhog Day featuring a doctor stuck in a time loop who must save a poor little rich boy from death by seducing the stuffing out of him, then PLOT TWIST, poor little rich boy must do the same for doctor! Unfortunately... stuffing keeps leaking. I thought the plot was engaging if a little redundant and occasionally exhausting. The pairs were all well done, low heat but with decent chemistry and the support characters were likeable (or unlikeable, as required). If anything, the romance arc detracted and distracted from the main plot, but that doesn't stop this from being a genuinely good show.

HONORABLE MENTION

Great Men Academy

Thai 2019

Bodyswap involving unicorns making a teenage girl into a boy makes this questionable as a BL (because, ya know, gender). But the fact remains that James is killer in the lead, and I (who do not like bodyswap) loved this damn show. Look, there is actual plot, hotties at boarding school, "bully the one you love" trope, some weird VR shit, very bad CGI, and yes, the boys end up together... whether they boys or not, so to speak.

Some of these shows may appear on a smaller streaming service, like WeTV, or they may be on a legal platform in your territory. I hope it goes without saying you should check there first.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that went missing (or was added to a platform) after that date.

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[mrwavellswaps]

Aftermath of the Homo-Bomb (Andrew and Mateo)

(Make sure to read the ➡️ Prologue ⬅️ first!)

Wavell sat across from the happy gay couple who’d gleefully let him into their home. They were practically wrapped around each other on the couch, smiling and giggling as they subtly groped one another. It was as if they were trying to be civil but just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not that Wavell minded, if anything he thought it was cute. It reminded him of the way he was with Dane most of the time. So giddy and happy to be in the other’s company.

“Sorry uhh… what did you say you were here for?” The man in the red shirt asked with a smile, not remembering why exactly they’d let this stranger into their house.

“Well I was hoping I could ask the pair of you a few questions regarding the strange event that took place in this town recently. From what I know, a vast number of people here have been affected by some otherworldly power and my colleague and I have been gathering data on those who’ve experienced it. So what I wanna know is, have either of you been affected?” Wavell asked but of course he already knew the answer judging by the aura of magic emanating from the couple.

The two men looked at each other and giggled before holding hands. “Ohhh yeah. Big time.” The other man in the black shirt replied. “I still can’t believe it but honestly I think we’re happier than we’ve ever been!” He boasted before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a kiss.

Wavell smiled softly. “It would seem that way.” He watched as the pair stared at one another lovingly, practically undressing themselves with their eyes. “Well I’d be delighted if you could tell me all about it.” He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a note pad and pen before waving them about comedically. “My name is Mr Wavell by the way. And you are?…”

The man in the red shirt answered first. “My names Andrea-” He stopped rather suddenly, chuckling a little. “Sorry, I mean Andrew. Andrew Gardener” He corrected.

The other man seemed just as amused by the slip up. “And I’m Mateo Ramos.” He added.

Wavell quickly scribbled down the names of the two men. “Andrew and Mateo. Such wonderful names for an equally handsome couple” he complimented, causing the two men to blush. After which he went through the usual routine of questions. Asking their ages, what they do for work and what types of people they consider themselves to be. He quickly found out that they were both the same age, 28 years old, with Andrew being about 3 months older. As for jobs, Andrew explained how he worked a simple office job not far away while Mateo worked as a model and personal trainer. When asked how they’d describe themselves, Andrew seemed to think of himself as a quiet but hard working and considerate person while Mateo believed himself to be confident, outspoken and always driven towards his next goal. All stuff Wavell seemed happy to write down.

“Now tell me. What’s your story. How did the pair of you get affected by strange event that’s taken hold of this town?” Wavell finally asked, eager to know if these two were your average homo-bomb case of straights gone gay or if one or both of them were somehow anomalies.

Andrew and Mateo gave each other a knowing look look before Andrew decided to speak up. “Well you see, we were actually already a couple before this but we weren’t a gay couple…”

———

Night of the Homo-Bomb

After a long day of work, Mateo and his girlfriend Andrea had come home at last. Mateo had been fully booked for the day with clients to train at the gym while Andrea had been working non-stop at the office. Needless to say they were both happy to get home and chill out in each other’s company.

As they ate dinner together, Andrea went on to tell Mateo about her day. Telling him about how they’d been considering people for promotions at work recently so she’d been working extra hard to get one. She was already one of the most efficient workers amongst her peers anyway so she was hoping she’d have it in the bag. However for some reason they kept putting the men in her office at the top of the consideration even if they were objectively worse at the job than she was! She loved her colleagues but the blatant sexism her bosses were showing had her wanting to rip her hair out! She couldn’t help wishing she were a man like Mateo, maybe then she wouldn’t be undermined and under appreciated.

Mateo sympathised with his girlfriend. He knew how hard she worked and how she deserved a promotion more than anyone in that office. It was just a shame the higher ups were refusing to see that. All he could was console her while offering her the encouragement to keep being amazing until her bosses were forced to recognise her. Hearing that really seemed to put a smile on Andrea’s face,

Before they knew the couple were falling into bed together that night, kissing and holding each other close. It wasn’t long before they were fully nude and engaging in a little foreplay before Mateo got his cock lined up with Andrea’s entrance. The room filled with lustful moans as he made the plunge inside. Little did the two of them know, this was the last time they’d ever get to experience this type of sex…

Once both parties were satisfied they got themselves cleaned up and rolled back into bed, now completely exhausted. It wasn’t long before both Andrea and Mateo found themselves steadily drifting off to sleep and as Andrea's eyes fluttered shut, she couldn’t help wondering if her life would’ve been easier had she just been born a man instead.

Soon after the couple were fast asleep and holding one another close. Mateo’s large manly body pressed against Andrea’s smaller feminine one. Little were they aware however that a certain warlock and his dashing boyfriend were hovering above the town as they slept. Not long after that very same warlock unleashed a magic explosion on the town of which he deemed ‘The Homo-Bomb’. A powerful mass of magical energy designed to explode into a mist turning any straight man within its radius completely gay. And that’s exactly what it set out to do.

The purple mist surged across town, infecting many a man in its wake with its power and changing them for the better as the warlock deemed it. Naturally it didn’t take the magical fog very long to seep its way into Mateo and Andrea’s bedroom as well.

As expected the fog surged into Mateo’s body first after swiftly identifying him as a straight man. Pushing inside his muscular body through any entrance it could find. His mouth, his nose… his asshole. Infiltrating his body as efficiently as possible. Immediately his cock jumped up, hard as a rock once again, as the magic began twisting his desires. Any attraction he would’ve had towards women was morphed into an attraction to men. Filling his head with desires for big pecs, muscle butts and fat cocks. Not stopping until Mateo was completely and utterly homosexual with his current dream turning to that of a sex dream with all kinds of hunks surrounding and fucking him.

Normally the mist wouldn’t have a reason to stick around. The only other person in the house was Andrea and the warlock hadn’t programmed it to do anything women. Yet for some reason the magical fog was drawn towards her as well as it connected with her thoughts. Her wish to be a man. And so the fog did something it wasn’t programmed to do and entered the body of a straight woman…

Like Mateo, the mist coursed into her from every entrance it could until her body was filled with enough magic to begin some kind of transformation. Andrea couldn’t help tossing and turning as her body lit up with pleasure just as her boyfriends had before. Only it wasn’t her sexual desires that were going to change, it was her body.

Strangely enough the transformation began with her head. The likes of her long blonde hair receding significantly into a shorter, cropped cut before darkening to a brown hue. The soft shape of her face began to fade in favour of a sharper look that was most visible in her chin and jawline as they grew wider and more pronounced. Her eyes on the other hand became less feminine and more deepest while her eyebrows thickened and her nose broadened. Even her somewhat thin lips from before found themselves plumping up into lips that anyone would be lucky to kiss, only now they were being surrounded by a thick stubble that’d quickly sprouted across her face. As the last of her features readjusted themselves, Andrea’s head had transformed completely into that of a man. An odd contrast to her still womanly body for sure. But it wouldn’t remain that way for long.

Once she had the face of a man, the transformation spread further down her body starting with her neck. It thickened quite noticeably as a lump in her throat made itself visible. Almost immediately her feminine moans turned to masculine grunts due to the sudden dropping of her vocal cords until it settled on a much deep commanding resonance.

Those same masculine groans would only continue to be heard as Andrea’s traps and shoulders began to bulge. Growing thicker and broader alongside her upper back. Already she was gaining that wide upper body shape that most men strived for which only looked more impressive as her chest started to develop. Her modest breasts shrunk down to almost nothing while her nipples became far less pronounced. Her chest didn’t stay small for longer however as moments after it began growing again, only this time with powerful muscle. Swelling into two powerful pecs that would demand attention from anyone that laid eyes on them. Looking like swollen pillows of muscle you could fall asleep on that could become hard as a rock with a single flex. While her waist reformed into a more masculine shape, her arms were already well on their way as well.

After her back and shoulders had grown to such a wide degree with powerful muscle, her still dainty arms and hands looked very strange. However they wouldn’t look out of place for long as veins ran along them, thick and pulsing. She grumbled in her sleep as her arms began pumping themselves up, her tiny hands growing into meaty calloused mits that were made for picking up heavy weights at the gym. All the while, biceps and triceps burgeoning with new size and muscle, gaining the kind of explosive strength Andrea could only have dreamed of! Soon enough her biceps and forearms were almost as big as her boyfriends, so thick and juicy. She could probably curl at least four times the weight she could before, maybe even more! With massive guns like those anyone would think twice before messing with her now, lest they want a taste of just how powerful her manly arms were.

With that Andrea’s whole upper half was all man. Huge back, giant arms, massive pecs. She was already becoming quite the specimen but of course her transformation wasn’t done just yet with her lower half still looking incredibly feminine. But that would be fixed soon enough.

The next target on the magic’s hit list was Andrea’s ass. She’d never been all that gifted in the rear area having always had a rather small butt. Or at least she did until now. When the transformation spread to her backside she couldn’t help clenching her ass tight while it changed. Before long it lost its feminine in favour of a more masculine form. But that wasn’t all as even after obtaining a man’s butt, it decided to grow like the rest of her body had so far. Fattening with muscle that caused her body to rise up a little until she finally adorned the kind of big round bubble butt you’d normally see on pro football players. Seems like she’d have to deal with people always wanting to walk behind her from now on just to watch her thick man butt jiggle with every step.

But with that one of the biggest changes was finally on the horizon. Andrea couldn’t help letting out a deep murmur in her sleep as her ovaries began twisting and pulling inside her. It was as if someone had stuck their hands inside her and was trying to pull them out somehow… and they succeeded. On their journey down her ovaries had morphed into a fat pair of testicles, protected by a large ball sack that’d pushed its way out and now sat comfortably between her legs as her pussy quickly began sealing up behind it. Just before it could finish however, a small fleshy tip pressed its way through. The small sensitive piece of flesh soon found itself growing at an alarming speed until it was fully recognisable as none other than a fat cock. It flopped and bucked around between Andrea’s legs as it proceeded to grow to its full soft length of five inches before continuing to grow via an erection. The bedsheets soon began to tent as her cock grew harder and harder by the second until it reached its full length of seven and a half inches with some hefty girth to go with it. For most men having a dick that big would be considered a dream come true on its own, not to mention the cum factory that was her fat bull nuts already churning plenty of semen.

With Andrea’s new manhood already locked and loaded, there was only one part of her body left. Her legs. And the very first thing they did upon begging touched by the magic was lengthen, increasing her height substantially. Her torso had already stretched taller whilst it was packing on muscle earlier so her total height by now must’ve been around 6’2, much greater than her former 5’7. But of course it wouldn’t stop there. Andrea couldn’t stop herself from mindlessly bucking her hips in her sleep, rubbing her erection against the bedsheets while her legs began to bulk up. Quads and hamstrings, all the muscles that made up her thighs, flexing involuntarily as with every flex they packed on more and more muscle. Becoming thicker by the second to help give her new balls plenty of protection. It was a good thing she slept naked as any underwear she’d have been wearing would’ve been easily torn apart by thighs as massive as hers were now. The kind of muscle thighs most people would beg to have their head between just so they can be pressed between their thickness and feel their power wrapping them up. Thankfully her calves also received a similar treatment, bulking up considerably with new mass which served to help round out her manly body. All that was left was for her dainty feet to expand and that’s exactly what they did, growing into huge size 13 men’s feet. There’s no way she’d be able to walk into a room from now on without someone noticing her thunderous footsteps.

With that a few final touches spread their way across Andrea’s body. Most notably a light dusting of body hair that covered her chest and legs to give her that extra sense of masculinity. And with Andrea’s transformation came to close with the magic believing it’d done its job in creating another homosexual man. Yet she still refused to wake from her deep slumber, instead beginning to toss and turn in bed with her hard cock bouncing all over the place until finally she found herself spooning Mateo. A small lustful grin spread across her face as she managed to slide her cock between her boyfriend's ass cheeks before subconsciously thrusting her cock back and forth between them. With how pumped she was already after such a transformation, it didn’t take long before Andrea was already blowing her first load all over Mateo’s back with a dumb satisfied smile all over her manly face.

The couple would certainly have quite the surprise waiting for them when they woke up the next morning…

———

“So you’re telling me that you went to sleep as a happy straight couple and by the time you woke up, Andrea had become Andrew and Mateo suddenly found he was into men now instead?” Wavell clarified while making notes.

“That’s pretty much it. Everything was normal when we went to bed but when we woke up, this is how things were.” Mateo confirmed, looking over at his once girlfriend now turned handsome boyfriend.

“I don’t even remember turning into a man honestly.” Andrew admitted as he ran a hand down his muscled torso. “I guess I slept through it somehow because when I woke up I was already a total hunk! I’m even wearing some of Mateo’s clothes because there was no way in hell any of mine were gonna fit.”

Wavell nodded. “Well I have to say this is certainly interesting. Mateo, you seem to have been affected in the same way as most other men in town. By far the most common theme has been straight men somehow turning gay.” He then turned to Andrew. “You on the other hand are much a different case. For a start hardly any women in town were affected at all so the fact that you were is already an anomaly. But unlike most men, you didn’t experience a change in sexuality but rather a physical transformation! I’ve come across a few others who’ve undergone things like muscle growth, age progression and more but you’re the first one I’ve seen to undergo a complete sex change from woman to man! It’s both incredible and perplexing…”

Andrew smiled. “Oh it’s definitely incredible alright.” He flexed a bicep before giving one of his pecs a squeeze through his shirt. “Being a man feels better than I could ever have imagined! Before I always felt weak and frail but now I’m just so huge and powerful! It’s fucking great! I can practically feel the testosterone flowing through me! Honestly I don’t even care how it happened, I’m just grateful that it did because I never want to go back!” He claimed boldly as one of his hands slid down towards his crotch before giving it a hefty squeeze. “I don’t have to deal with boobs, periods or getting pregnant anymore. Plus now that I’ve got this manly body and a dick between my legs, I can finally see what all this male privilege stuff is about!” He smirked. “Once everyone at work sees how I’ve changed, maybe those sexist old men at the top will finally consider me for a promotion now that I’ve got a pair of balls in my pants.”

Wavell seemed rather amused by the former woman’s response. “So I take it you’re happy with your new body Andrew?” He chuckled. “That said, might I ask what your favourite part of it is?”

Andrew thought about it for a moment, looking down at himself. “God I don’t know. There’s so many things I love about it. My deep new voice is one. I just love how masculine it sounds. My pecs feel amazing as well. One of the first things I did after waking up was trying to bounce them and I got the hang of it pretty quick.” He flexed his pecs a little through his shirt gleefully. “But fuck these arms feel amazing. The way my biceps bulge anytime I move them is just intoxicating. They’re just so massive and flexing them makes me feel like I'm invincible! Honestly I could go on about every part of my body but I’ve gotta say, as predictable as it sounds, I think my favourite part has got to be this new cock.” He admitted as the very manhood he spoke of began chubbing up a little in his pants. “I was a little nervous to touch it at first because it was so weird and different from what I’m used to but after I got in the shower for the first time, I couldn’t help touching it. It’s crazy how it can go from being so soft and floppy to hard and firm at just the slightest stimulation. And I have to admit, cradling my balls felt pretty good as well.” His face went a little red, feeling as though he might’ve overshared a little.

“Well I’m glad to hear you seem so comfortable with your new body already. Not everyone would adjust to such a change so fast.” Wavell shifted a little in his seat, trying to hide his own erection slowly growing in his suit pants “Now this next question might seem a tad personal but I’m curious to know, have you masturbated or had sex since your change Andrew?”

The new man blushed a little. He might’ve been openly grabbing his crotch a moment ago but a question like that had certainly caught him a little off guard. And yet for some reason he almost felt compelled to give this man an answer. “Well I… might’ve touched my dick a little too much while I was in the shower. It just felt so good, you know. Having a cock is so different to a vagina. It’s like once it gets hard it’s nearly impossible to ignore. I just kept touching and stroking it until… I came.” He reflected back on the memory, remembering just how incredible it’d felt when his dick spasmed and released ropes of hot cum all over the shower wall. “I also think I came in my sleep after becoming a man. When we woke up I was spooning Mateo and he said his back felt all sticky…”

“So you’ve experienced a male orgasm but… you haven’t tried gay sex is that right?”

Before Andrew could answer, Mateo chirped in. “No we haven’t. We thought about it a lot after waking up that morning but I’ve never had sex with a man before and Andrew has never had sex as a man before so the thought of it has been sort of intimidating for the both of us. It feels like we’re virgins all over again.”

“Ahhhh I see. So what you’re saying is you want to have sex but the idea of having sex as two men scares you. I can understand that. Sometimes new and unfamiliar things can be scary but don’t worry, I can help you with it.” Wavell got up from his chair and made his way over to the couple across from him.

“Wait, what do you mea-” Andrew was cut off as Wavell placed a glowing hand on both his and Mateo’s head. Their eyes began to glow a bright purple just like Wavell’s as the warlock's magic surged into them. Suddenly their brains began to swarm with a mass of brand new knowledge on gay sex. It was as if every trick in the book for two men to pleasure one another was suddenly revealed to them. At the same time Wavell made sure to elevate their libido’s to an almost unbearable level, causing both men to groan out as their cocks shot up to full length and bulged against their pants in an obscene and uncontrollable fashion.

With that Wavell took a step back, releasing them from his magic. “So boys? How do you feel now?” He asked, smirking inwardly as he watched the two hunks struggling to comprehend what the magical being before them had just done.

“I… I feel…” Andrew struggled to get a word out as his cock bucked as it strained against his pants, demanding attention. “I… feel like… I need… TO FUCK!” He shouted as thoughts of nothing but sex, dick and ass clouded his mind.

“Mmmmmm god… me too! Need to FUUUCKK!!” Grumbled Mateo who was having a similar issue of not being able to think of anything that wasn’t related to sex as he groped his rock hard cock through his pants. In an instant Mateo jumped on top of Andrew, grinning down at him lustfully as his boyfriend returned the same look. Their faces slowly drifted closer and closer as the gap between them shrunk until it closed at last with the touching of their lips. Touching softly as kissed gingerly at first but quickly their desire for one another began cracking up the intensity.

In no time the couple had jumped up from the sofa and began making out with a fiery passion. It was clear Andrew was now the taller of the two, standing a good 2 inches taller than Mateo, which was ironic considering how short he once was. As they kissed feverishly, they held each other as close as possible until the only thing separating their muscled bodies was a few layers of thin clothing. But of course that didn’t stop them from rubbing their crotches like such hot dogs as they both kept at least one hand firmly grasped on the other’s ass.

“Mmmmm… I’m gonna pound your tight fucking ass so hard with my dick.” Andrew claimed between kisses as he reached down to unbuckle his pants. Mateo in turn followed his lead and within seconds the two men allowed their throbbing cocks to flop out into the open. Andrew couldn’t help but grin maliciously as the difference between the cock sizes became painfully clear. Mateo had a rather average dick that sat around a respectable 5.5 inches hard with decent thickness. Andrews however was a whole other beast as it’d grown to a monstrous 8 or more inches with girth so thick it was bound to make anyone scream. “Guess I’m the man of the house now huh?” Andrew teased while smacking his giant dick against his boyfriend’s smaller one, causing Mateo’s face to go red as he couldn’t believe the man that used to be his girlfriend had a dick so much bigger than his! Yet at the same time he couldn’t help finding it so damn hot..,

Without another second to think, Andrew gripped the waist of Mateo’s pants and yanked them down to his knees. “Kick them off and show me your ass.” Andrew demanded like the powerful man he now was. Naturally Mateo obeyed, tossing his pants and underwear to the side before turning around and crawling onto the couch. Back arched and ass up in the air, ready to be serviced. “Fuuuck yeah that’s perfect…” Andrew grunted as he knelt down, mesmerised by the sight of his lover’s thick fuzzy ass. His face slowly drew closer to the two hairy globes until finally he pressed his face between them, finding himself in heaven as he did. After that it didn’t take long for Andrew to put some of his new knowledge to good use as he started eating out Mateo’s ass like a porn star. Digging his tongue in deep and tasting the inside of his boyfriends tight virgin hole. “Mmmphh mmmphhhh fuck… I never knew mmph… how amazing it is to eat ass! mmmmmph!”

Once Mateo’s hole was finally prepped, Andrew was eventually able to find the strength to pull his head out of the other man’s hairy ass despite wishing he could just stay there forever. Instead he got back up onto his feet before stripping off, throwing his clothes across the room. Soon enough Andrew stood naked in all his male glory with his fat monster dick standing at full attention. Not wanting to waste any time however, Andrew shuffled forwards a little before rubbing the tip of his dick against Mateo’s hungry hole. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He was going to penetrate another person. Something he’d never imagined being able to do. Andrew always thought he was destined to be the one getting penetrated. But now, as a thick veiny cock throbbed between his legs, he finally had the chance to be the one doing the thrusting!

With a hungry grin Andrew just couldn’t contain his lust any longer. Without a second of warning, he pressed the fat head of his cock inside Mateo’s ass causing the former straight man to bellow in a mix of pain and pleasure. That initial feeling of pressing his cock inside another person set off fireworks in Andrew’s brain. Without even thinking he lost all self control and slammed his entire 8+ incher inside his boyfriend's tight hole causing Mateo to scream a flurry of swears due to the almost unbearable feeling of having such a giant rod stuffed inside him all at once. However he was soon silenced as on instinct Andrew reached around and covered Mateo’s mouth, muffling his pained cursing.

“Be quiet and take daddy’s dick bitch.” Andrew blurted out as he slowly but surely began to pump his cock back and forth, starting with a gentle rhythm. “It might hurt now but you’ll learn to love it you little cock slut.” The dirty talk came to him so naturally like an instinct. “Fuck I love being a man…” he muttered to himself under his breath.

As this went on, Wavell was still very much present and sat in the chair across from the pair of horny men. He couldn’t help whipping out his dick and stroking it a little as he watched Andrew slowly move his hips back and forth while he found his footing. He knew he should probably stop interfering with his subjects but it was just too damn fun!

Gradually Andrew began to pick up the pace, ass clenching a little with every thrust as he got faster and faster. “Fuck fuck fuck! Mmmm yeah! I’m the only the fucks around here from now on! You got that!?” He proclaimed in a lustful haze.

“Y-yes sir… nnnrgg…” Mateo just about managed to grunt out, his asshole feeling as though it was on fire from the sudden invasion. Andrew’s giant fucking dick hurt so fucking much… So why the hell was he actually kinda enjoying it?

“Good boy.” Andrew gave Mateo’s ass hearty smack that left a red mark before gripping Mateo’s hips and drilling his cock into the hole with even more aggression than before. Thrusting back and forth in a way that almost seemed primal. Like Andrew wanted nothing more than to breed his boyfriend’s ass. “That’s it! Your thick muscle ass belongs to me now! Don’t you forget it!” He groaned while burying himself to the hilt, balls pressing against Mateo's aforementioned muscle ass.

All Mateo could do was agree and comply with everything Andrew said as if being speared on that giant dick was somehow hypnotising him into doing so. He used to be the dominant one in their relationship but now he was being pinned down and fucked into a oblivion like a submissive slut.

Neither of them knew exactly how long they fucked for. They were so horny they completely lost track of time. For Andrew all he cared about was breeding boyfriends hot ass to the point where he was jackhammering into it with such speed and strength that the decorations and furniture around the room began to shake and creek. Books and ornaments began falling off shelves and onto the floor but that wasn’t about to stop Andrew. He had one goal and one goal only and that was to fuck. He moaned out, plowing that ass with everything he had until finally his balls began to churn. “NEED TO… BREED… ASS… NRRGHHAAAAHHHHH!!!” Andrew let out the most animalistic roar of his life, the deep bass of his voice reverberating through the entire house as finally he busted a load. His fat dick practically flooding Mateo’s hole with how much cum his balls had produced.

After a couple minutes of cooling down Andrew carefully extracted his softening cock from Mateo’s backside, allowing a pool of cum to spill out from the hole as he did. “Now that was some of the best sex of my fucking life… dudes have it soooo much fucking better.” He commented while giving Mateo’s butt a playful pat. “No wonder you guys always wanna fuck like rabbits.”

Mateo could hardly even respond. His asshole was throbbing from the pain of being stretched so wide by Andrew’s dick while his own cock was still hard as a rock and ready to blow any second!

Seeing this, Andrew leaned down and planted a few kisses along the back of Mateo’s neck. “Awww I’m sorry baby. I know I got a little carried away. I thought you were exaggerating when you said dicks have minds of their own but I could barely control this thing.” Andrew smacked his soft cock, slick with cum, against Mateo’s ass cheeks a few times. “I meant what I said though…” he continued as he got up from the couch and walked around until his soft yet still fat cock was right in front of Mateo’s eyes. “From now on I’m the one that gives dick and you’re the one that takes it. Got that?” He smacked Mateo’s face with his dick a few times in a display of his new manly dominance.

“B-but Andrew… your butt… it’s so big and juicy now. You’ve gotta… let me have a go at it.” Mateo whined between heavy breaths while Andrew continued to lather his face with cum.

Andrew glanced over his shoulder at his huge new bubble ass and shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you’ve got a point. It would be a waste to not use this thing huh?” He agreed before turning around so that his fat muscle ass was right in Mateo’s face. “Fine. If you’re good and do everything daddy says then I might let you have a go at my ass from time to time.” He didn’t even give Mateo a chance to respond before grabbing the back of his head and pressing it between his colossal ass cheeks, smothering his newly submissive boyfriend between them. Moments later he heard a deep muffled moan come from Mateo as he finally blew a fat load.

“Well that was certainly a wonderful performance, you two.” The sound of Wavell’s voice made both Andrew and Mateo jump. Somehow they’d been completely oblivious to the man’s presence this whole time. How the hell could they have forgotten he was there. It was as if he’d been invisible to them somehow. Not only that but he now seemed to be tucking his dick away as his suit was soaked in a cum. “I have to thank you for the entertainment but it would seem I’ve got everything I need so…” He waved a hand and suddenly his clothes were clean again. “I shall bid you farewell.”

The warlock got up from his chair once again before outstretching a hand towards Andrew to which the man cautiously shook it. “I hope you enjoy your new life as a big dicked man. Judging by how you just dominated your boyfriend, I’d say you were born for it” he complimented. “And as for you Mateo, just do everything Andrew tells you to do. Before long your asshole will be begging for his dick. Trust me.” He patted the other man on the back. “And remember everything that happened here today stays between us.” Wavell’s eyes glinted that familiar violet. Andrew and Mateo didn’t question the man. Simply nodding and agreeing with him.

With that done, Wavell left the newly gay couple to clean themselves up so they could get back to sorting out their new lives. It was mainly Andrew who’d have to go through the headache of changing a bunch of legal documents and what not so, as one final favour, Wavell did a tiny bit of reality bending that would take care of it all. It was the least he could do after his experiment was what had caused all this.

As he made his way towards the next person he needed to interview, Wavell skimmed over the notes he had for both men.

Andrew Gardener (formerly Andrea Gardener). 28 years old. In a relationship with Mateo Ramos. Works an office job. Believes himself to be hardworking and considerate while also being a quiet person around others though his interview seemed to suggest otherwise. Prior to homo-bomb he was a heterosexual female who’d apparently been yearning to know what it felt like to be a man. This desire may have triggered some sort of abnormal reaction with the homo-bomb as instead of ignoring her, the homo-bomb transformed her completely into a tall muscular man with functional male genitals. Despite such an intense physical transformation, the subject doesn’t seem to be distressed or upset about it. Instead he seems to have adjusted to his new body rather quickly and seems eager to explore it and the benefits it may come with. He didn’t have much issue exploring a male orgasm once alone in the shower; however he was nervous to undergo sex for the first time as a man. Due to this I took it upon myself to bless him with all the knowledge and experience of gay sex he’d ever need while cracking up his sex drive. He naturally slipped into a more dominant role with his partner Mateo, partially due to his significantly above average penis and testicles. In conclusion Andrew is without a shadow of a doubt an anomaly. The homo-bomb was never intended to affect women whatsoever so the fact that it did shows that the spell itself still has lots of perfecting to do. That said, I can't say I’m not pleased with the results. Not to mention the subject seems happier than ever now with his new body.

Mateo Ramos. 28 years old. In a relationship with Andrew Gardener. Works as a model and personal trainer. Believes himself to be confident, outspoken and driven to which I can’t attest. Unlike his now boyfriend, Mateo does not seem to be an anomaly. Prior to the homo-bomb he described himself as a heterosexual man but now he seems to be completely homosexual. The subject didn’t detail to me any other changes either mental or physical that would suggest he was affected in an abnormal way. Similar to his boyfriend however, he did feel some anxiety about having gay sex for the first time so I took the liberty of giving him knowledge and experience in gay sex also. With a quick amp to his libido as well, he and his boyfriend were all over each other. Once Andrew displayed a dominant nature and his larger penis, Mateo seemed quick to accept a more submissive role. In conclusion I can confidently say Mateo has been affected by the homo-bomb in the intended way.

“Looks good to me.” Wavell muttered while walking up the steps to a different house, sensing another homo-bomb affected individual inside. “So… who have we got next?”

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[sitp-recs]

liv, do you have any idiots to lovers recs? I’m thinking things in the vein of “keep it down” by warmfoothills; where draco and Harry like each other so much but are just so dumb about it! it also works if only one of them is an idiot (usually Harry, my oblivious king!!) huge bonus if they have a big, combined friend group that everyone in it either 1.knows they’re in love with eachother bc duh or 2.already thinks they are dating/fucking

It took me ages to post this but if you’re still around I got you, anon 🫡 That’s also a favorite trope of mine, I adore that warmfoothills fic. Here are some recs for you, I’ve had so much fun putting this list together. I also did a reclist for roommates AU a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

Still Life (2019, M, 3k)

Take A Stab At It by @sorrybutblog (E, 3k)

It’s a bit pathetic, Harry knows, to have a hard-on for the guy who bullied you in school. Kind of cliché to look back on years of obsession and hatred and think, Oh.

Closer by @pennygalleon (M, 5k)

All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

Tread That Fine Line by disapparater (E, 5k)

Harry could cope with being in love with Draco, it was the needing to get fucked by him that was driving Harry insane.

Mise en Place by @corvuscrowned (T, 5.5k)

Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen. The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

Two of Us by @sorrybutblog (E, 5.5k)

The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Party of Two by fireflavored (E, 13k)

Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

It's Friday (I'm in Love) by @punk-rock-yuppie (E, 16k)

At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco. Or, Draco and Harry fall in love over the course of several Fridays and some other days of the week.

solemates by @shiftylinguini (E, 17k)

It starts because Harry has no self-control when it comes to meaningless and entertaining competition. Actually no, that's not quite right. It starts because Harry is absolutely plastered.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Nothing But You On My Mind by @moonflower-rose (M, 29k)

Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by lauren3210 (E, 30k)

Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he's going to work to get it.

A Love Story of Less-Than-Epic Proportions by InnerLilith (E, 39k)

Harry and Draco are just friends. Sure, they work together, and live together, and go to gigs together, and do pretty much everything else together—so what? That’s just what friends do. And Harry has no interest in messing with their friendship. He certainly doesn’t need everyone else constantly meddling, pestering them to just get on with it and get together already. He’s having a hard enough time as it is, trying to come to terms with the fact that he probably isn’t ever going to find love. But who needs love, anyway, when you’ve got a best friend?

Another Heart Whispers Back by @slytherco (E, 53k)

At twenty-five, Harry Potter is still a virgin and sorely lacking in options to change that state anytime soon. To help him find a plus one for Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and maybe kill two birds with one stone, Harry’s friends set him up on a series of blind dates. The only problem is, there’s something not quite right with each of their candidates.

Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.

All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl (M, 61k)

Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered (G, 65k)

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 3

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‘ok. ok! you just, you just gotta be cool munson. be casual. chill. just like, vibe, yeah? yeah. no more funny business.’ eddie holds his fists up to himself in the dinky bathroom mirror. a couple of jabs, a quick one two, that’ll clear his head.

clear his head enough to go out and deal with steve fucking harrington again and his stupid stupid face and neck and tongue and like pretty fucking ankle bones. fucker.

see eddies not blind, and he’s not that dumb, he knows he flirts with steve and he knows steve flirts back. he just. cant deal with it just yet. it’s like every time he’s around the guy he blacks out and resurfaces red faced and half hard. but the point at which his vision fades and all hell breaking loose seems to vary so completely that he can’t stop it happening.

their conversations will start normal, a jolly lark, a guffaw here, a story there but then bam! someone said or did something that shifted his functioning brain capacity from 60% on a good day to like -5% and that’s being generous.

he just can’t get his ratty little self to either 1) stop liking steve harrington in a gay, gay, homosexual way. or 2) accept that someone like steve harrington could possibly like aforementioned rat himself eddie munson and actually process his feeling into a reaction that’s more than; red, red, half a boner, sweaty palms, red.

so he took a second to hide in the bathroom. that’s fine, that’s kind even. self care, as robin likes to say when she paints her nails on top of steve’s head when he sits on the computer at work. he likes to make the chair super low because apparently it helps his posture and he need to keep an eye on his posture or else he’ll end up like his great uncle melvin, or something.

self care time is over however because robins knocking on the little bathroom door, hollering about needing to get home to practice for her english presentation tomorrow. so it’s time for eddie to put his big boy pants back on and get in steve’s car.

eddie full body shudders.

‘finish writing you sad boy poems on the stall walls in there? roses are red, violets are blue, i like big dumb jock boys but can’t seem to accept they like me too, even if my very cool very in the know friend robin tells me too. hm?’ robin slings an arm over his shoulder and steers him back to the table.

eddie sniffs, crossing his arms ‘that last bit doesn’t rhyme so, i will be ignoring all of it. F for u buckbey.’

‘not everything has to rhyme perfectly u know. it can still fit together just fine as it is.’ she tugs on one of his curls before slipping back into steve side, finishing off the last of his milkshake and hauling him out of the booth because she ‘has shit to do dingus.’

too smart for her own good that chick. eddie loves her. he’s also going to move away and never talk to her ever again, maybe steal her collection of berets too, become a hat guy, once he reinvents himself. yeah.

steve is putting a few bills on the table, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. ‘just fries tonight ed’s? that makes you kind of a cheap date don’t you think?’ tapping eddie under the chin before following robin to the door, smacking his palm on the frame above on the way out. because of course he does, the neanderthal. all broad shoulders and biceps and ass.

there a second where eddie thinks steve could smack him like that but then he feels his vision spotting. can a guy not catch a break around here? jesus!

the car ride is a blissful reprieve due to cyndi lauper coming on, which had steve and robin performing a duet. which then needed to be tweaked and discussed in detail ready for the next time that specific song came on the radio.

it was honestly nice to watch. eddie had walked to family video that day because his van keeps playing up after it’s stint hidden in the woods. poor girl just needs a day off once in a while so eddie walks and then listens to car duets from two very much none singers. but it nice. makes his heart all yucky and warm.

until robin is leaving. leaving him alone to be a big nerd with a future. leaving him alone to make a fool of himself again. his ego is big and he likes to keep it that way.

‘you coming up here then’ steve shifts slightly, looking as far as he can over his shoulder at eddie huddled behind the drivers seat. ‘no’ he squeaks because last time steve got all up in his face getting his tape box out of the glove compartment. rifling through it while it was on eddies lap. so close eddie could smell the apple from his shampoo and the cigarette they’d shared earlier.

self care.

‘ooh you want the full harington taxi service do you? i see, well then govna, where too is it?’ steve tips his invisible cap and has the most awful cockney accent eddies ever heard, and he did middle school theatre.

‘geeze, just take me home dude.’ eddie shoves through the gap between the seats, landing heavy in the passenger. crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile behind his hair.

‘there he is. out of the shadows.’ steve tucks some of his curls behind his ear. eddie sees the soft smile out of his peripheral. tries to swallow the cotton in his mouth. steve turn back to the road ‘let’s rock ‘n roll’ he revvs the engine, wiggling his eyebrows, before checking his blind spot and pulling away into a cushy 30mph.

eddie looks out the window and hides his grin in his palm.

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

tags! ( ty for asking to be tagged wow so lovely can’t believe it hehe :3c ) (sry if i missed anyone or u didn’t want to be tagged just let me know!)

@bidisastersworld @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @butterflysandpeppermint @gregre369 @fandomz-brainrot @satan-is-obsessed @resident-gay-bitch @grtwdsmwhr @forsexyscience

[ladykailitha]

A Valentine’s Day to Remember Steve’s POV Part 1

I decided to do a Valentine fic for steddie, because I was seeing all the “Eddie has never been anyone’s Valentine” or “Eddie hates Valentine’s” fics and wanted to see one where Steve hates Valentine’s day. And it spawned a 5000+ fic with feels. But then I wanted to see the same story from Eddie’s POV and so I’m in the middle of that one.

I will post Steve’s POV in three parts until Valentine’s day. And then start posting the Eddie POV on Valentine’s day. I will have a tag list for both if you want in on that.

*

Steve Harrington loathed Valentine’s day when he had a girlfriend. All that pressure to perform. Have the right flowers, the right chocolates, the dinner reservation. No home cooked meals, no freshly picked flowers, no (insert favorite treat here). It had been drilled into his head by friends and girlfriends alike.

But he absolutely hated it as a single person and one couldn’t just ask someone for a date on Valentine’s because the person would assume it was more than a one-night deal.

“I’m just going to work and then hide in my room until the fifteenth and hope to hell not too many couples come in looking for a romantic movie to ignore after fifteen minutes while they make out,” he was telling Robin the week before the dreaded date.

Just then a voice sounded behind them, “Doth my cynic ears deceive me or doth Sir Stephen not have a date for Valentine’s day?”

Steve sighed and turned around. “Hey Eddie.”

Eddie grinned, dimpling his cheeks in that way that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take off.

“Seriously though, man,” Eddie said. “You really don’t have a date?”

“Dingus here hasn’t even flirted since Christmas,” Robin helpfully supplied.

He turned to look Steve up and down. “Why not?”

Steve looked over at Robin and then to the floor. “The last girl I went out with kept asking me to put a scarf around my neck even while we were inside so she wouldn’t have to see my scars.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Steve looked up through his eyelashes. “I broke up with her by taking off my shirt and telling her that if the neck scar bothered her so bad, she should see the really gnarly ones.”

Robin made a disgusted face. “I found her puking in the hydrangeas.”

“And that is why I don’t date anymore,” Steve said with a flourish.

Eddie jumped up on the counter and sighed. “I hear that. Being gay in white Christian Hawkins was hard enough, but add the Satanic panic and that well has truly fucking dried up.”

Steve patted Eddie’s knee. “I’m sorry. You’re problems are so much bigger than mine. I really don’t have room to complain.”

Eddie covered Steve’s hand with his own. “Hey, don’t think like that, man. Your problems are different. Not bigger, okay?”

Steve nodded. “I guess we all can’t be as lucky as Robin.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at her. “Does Birdie have a date? For Valentine’s?”

Robin blushed. “A girl in my economics class at the university. We’ve been dating a couple of weeks. Apparently she has something fun planned.”

Steve waved his hand at her in annoyance. “See? She’s even more lucky because she doesn’t have to plan the damn thing.”

Eddie frowned. “You’ve always had to do the planning?”

Steve sighed. “The downsides of being a raging heterosexual; being expected to do all the planning, pay for everything, and hope for at least a kiss at the end.”

“I thought you were bi,” Robin said.

“Oh I am,” Steve said, “but all that was from before I realized what I was.”

Eddie licked his lips. “So let me get this right, you’ve never had a Valentine’s day where you weren’t the one doing on all the planning. You’ve never been on a date with a man. And you don’t have a date for Valentine’s day. Do I have that right?”

Steve nodded. “Pretty much sums up the whole fucking ordeal, yeah.”

Eddie grinned. “Then you are in for a treat, pretty boy. I’m going to give you the best Valentine’s day you’ve ever had.”

Steve let out a choked gasp. “What?”

Eddie jumped down from his perch on the counter. “What time you off on the fourteenth?”

Steve looked at Robin in shock, not being able to find the words.

“He’s off at 3pm,” she said helpfully.

Eddie patted Steve on the cheek. “Perfect, pretty boy. I’d have someone else take you to work, because I will be picking you up.”

“But I’ll be all gross and want a shower before we do anything...” Steve complained.

Eddie grinned. “Don’t worry that gorgeous head of yours, darlin’. I wouldn’t let you get all upset over something like that. Just trust me.”

Steve gulped as his mind filled in with some of his dirtiest thoughts.

Eddie winked. “See you around, sweetheart.” He waved goodbye over his shoulder and sauntered back out the door.

Steve turned to Robin. “Did that just happen?” He pointed at the door in shock.

Robin grinned. “Yup!”

Steve was going to be in sooo much trouble.

*

Monday morning Eddie came bounding into the Family Video, the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey, Eddie!” Robin greeted.

“Is Steve here?” he asked, leaning on the counter.

“He’s restocking the romance section,” she said jutting her thumb behind her.

“Thanks!” he chirped and bounded off in the direction she indicated.

He rounded the corner to see Steve kneeling on the ground a large stack of tapes next him.

“Stevie!” Eddie greeted, throwing his arms open wide.

Steve turned and smiled up at him. “Hey, Eds. What brings you to Family Video on this horrible Monday morning?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Aww...it’s not so bad.”

Steve stood up with a grunt. “It’s a triple strike. It’s February. It’s a Monday. And it’s cloudy with no chance of actual snow making it all the more depressing.”

Eddie grinned. “Yes...but I’m here!”

Steve laughed. “Yes, yes you are.”

“So...” Eddie said putting his hands on his lower back and hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, “whacha’s favorite flower?”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t have to buy me flowers.”

Eddie wagged his finger at Steve. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Stevie. Answer the question.”

Steve rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “They’re called alstroemarias. They look like little lilies and are readily available in winter.”

Eddie blinked at him. “What now?”

Steve sighed and began to walk back to the front. “Alstroemarias. I saw them at a cousin’s wedding when I was nine or ten. Really pretty flower and they come in all sorts of colors.”

He got behind the desk and wrote it down. He turned to Eddie who had dutifully followed him and handed him the paper.

Eddie took the paper. “You surprise me, Steve Harrington,” he said softly. “I thought for sure that you were going to pick something like sunflowers or orchids, some shit like that. But instead you hit me with a flower I’ve never heard of.”

Steve blushed. “I hope it’s okay.”

Eddie smiled fondly at him. “No, it’s perfect. Unique. I like that.” He stood there a moment looking at the paper in his hand. He coughed and straightened his spine. “Um...I’ll just be...yeah. I’ll see you later, Steve.”

He left and Steve stood there a moment before he banged his head on the counter with a loud moan of distress.

“What’s the matter with you? she asked.

Steve lifted his head and sighed. “He’s just doing this as a friend, Robs.”

Robin blinked at him a moment. “What’s wrong with that? I think it’s kind of cute that he’s going out of his way to give you the best Valentine’s you’ve ever had.”

Steve propped his head on his hands. “The problem is that I wish it was all real. That it was a proper date. That it wasn’t pretend.”

She put her arms around him. “Oh, Steve...”

He wrapped his hand around her wrist and held on. “I keep thinking what it would be like if we actually dating. That we were planning this together.”

“You should tell him that,” Robin murmured.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?” Steve asked. “How can I possibly risk our friendship over me being mopey about a dumb holiday?”

She pulled back and began to run her fingers through his hair. “I’ll tell you what. Go on the date. You treat it like it’s the real thing and see how he reacts. If he shies away then you know he just wants to be friends. But if he leans into it, then you go for a kiss at the end of the night.”

Steve raised his head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Robin said firmly.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that. Thanks, Robs.” He kissed her cheek and went back to work.

She watched him go with a shake of her head. “Dingus.”

Part 2 Part 3

[findafight]

Au idea I'll probably never write:

Steve as seven au, BUT he escapes at the same time as El in season 1. They get separated after Benny's, when seven tells eleven to run and definitely kills a couple government agents to give her more time.

So the a plot of will being missing and Mike finding El? Standard canon except El is ALSO looking for her brother and is worried about him. She sees that he's mostly safe and tries to help find will but also insists she go to her brother soon.

B plot of barb and Nancy...idk I haven't really thought about how that'd work without Steve's kickback. Maybe they go to a party (like actual party not the five person hangout) together and get separated and no one notices barb disappear from the edge of the lawn. Idk

The C plot is seven, kinda bloody and definitely cold, wandering out into the middle of the street, and one Robin Buckley almost running him over with her bike. She immediately clocks "guy who seems pretty fucked up" about him, and offers him a ride to her house. But Robin has never been the most coordinated of people and biking with a(admittedly probably too skinny) teenage boy sitting in her package rack is hard, and combine that with a guy driving like the devil's after him, they end up swerving of the road.

Eddie steps out, apologizes profusely, and offers them a ride. seven is sceptical, especially when both of them pause when he tells them his name, but does end up in the van. He finally gets a chance to breathe once they get to the Buckleys', and Robin gets him some leftovers.

He sits in front of the tv set to a blank station, tucks his head into his shirt instead of blindfolds, and tries to see El.

He sees her older, with flowers braided through long hair, laughing. Too far. He sees her with short curls, a patterned button down, eating something in a cone beside a mustachioed man. Too far again. He sees her tiny, scared, holding his own small hand. Not far enough.

Finally, finally, he sees her as she knows her now, mostly, standing beside a group of children and in front of a monster in a large room.

Eddie and Robin have no idea why their new friend? Has turned the tv on to static and is hiding in his shirt, but figure he's had a rough day. He pops his head back out, blood dripping from his nose, and grins, telling them he knows where his sister will be.

Anyways blah blah blah El sees where people ARE Steve sees where people have been/will be (based on where/who they are right now. Futura is constantly in motion etc).

Idk season 2 would happen very similar as canon minus stancy break up (they never date and are just friends) (also Steve tells Robin and Eddie he and El are safe and they pass it on to the kids) El finds Kali, Steve fights demodogs, etc etc.

But I want a (pre?) season 3 scene where Robin and Steve are hanging out as soulmates do, door closed because they are discussing Sensitive Subjects (gay shit) and giggling like schoolgirls. Hopper, in all his disappointed dad glory, opens the door and starts in on a rant about keeping the door open three inches.

Steve, bitch that he is, just tilts his head to the side and says "but that is for when we are with people we date. I am not dating Robin."

Hopper, not yet picking up what's happening, sighs. "Kid. It's about propriety. You can't be alone with Robin, because what if you do start dating. Then it's. You have to set an example for El!"(it would be a nice move bringing up Older Brother Responsibility, except...well.)

"but we aren't. I am dating someone else?"

"still need the door open three inches, pal. When El is home, at least"(El is almost always home)

"we do! And you complain about the loud music!"

"wait. Who are you dating? I thought Nancy was dating Jonathan still. She barely comes over." Hopper please pick up what Steve is putting down oh my god.

(hop has forgotten Robin is there and she is trying very hard not to make noise but Steve keeps meeting her eye sometimes because dear god. truly an iconic moment in friendship history.)

"yeah obviously. Eddie comes over all the time, though."

"what does Ed- oooh. Ah. I see. That's why you keep the door open even though he complains."

Steve nods like Hopper is the dumbest man on the planet. He might just be. "Yes. Because you said El had to and she asked why I didn't have to so then I started to leave it open when Eddie was over. At least Eddie doesn't laugh at you to your face"

"Eddie laughs behind my back?"

"he said you didn't know we were dating but I told him of course you knew, the door is open three inches."

Hopper clasps Steve's shoulders and looks him in the eye. "Steve, I need you to keep telling him that. And not mention this very awkward conversation we had."

"because he was right."

"he doesn't need to know that."

That's all I got lmao (also check the tag ramble I added lol)

[ajaxsprettyboy]

Baseball Boy

himbo professional athlete x loser streamer/ YouTuber idia (has smut who knew)

This is also compensation for Lilia fic taking so long LMAOOO I promise it’s coming </3 but in the meantime enjoy idia being autistic and gay !

Image coming home from practice or a game and he’s jus like “oh!! Hi!! Do you wanna say hi to the chat? We were watching your game!!” Or “oh hey!! how was practice?” (Both texted cause he’s like on the other side of the house in a noise canceling room) Let’s go with baseball for this cause I know the most abt it

He’d know only what you tell him about the sport but by god is he your biggest fan. Not a clue in the fuckin world while people watch the game with him, he doesn’t care unless you’re on screen.

“THATS MY HUSBAND!!!” Tweeted 90809090909962726393639473297011827376101 times with each thing you do to help your team. If you catch a fly ball or an absolute rocket of a line drive he’s so proud of you, hell even if you sucked ass he’d still be proud of you.

He likes your uniform and how muscular you are, even if you’re shorter than him you make him feel so small and cute.

So very insanely proud of you. You hit a dinger? Proud husband. You strike out? Proud husband. You walk? Proud husband. You hit a little piddler? Proud husband. Anything you do when you’re on the field or batting makes him so proud.

If you lose? In his eyes you still did amazing. If you win? Oh he’s so fucking happy for you he might pee a little. He’s almost as happy for you as he was when he found out you made the team, to put it in perspective. His favorite memories with you are your first day being a couple, your first Valentine’s together, your proposal and most importantly your wedding day.

Oh but if he’s not streaming when you come home and you’re looking for a little relief oh by god is he excited. He’s not excited because you’re stressed but he’s excited because he loves the feeling of you engulfing him in your muscles (absolutely ADORES your strong thighs, would fuck them for hours if you let him). When he hears the door slam shut he can’t help but get a little hard.

When he hears you grumble and complain he goes downstairs and comes over to awkwardly comfort you. It’s not like he’s not used to your presence or anything but he’s absolutely not used to getting so riled up and trying to be a good, caring, comforting husband. He just can’t help it.

The annoyed, frustrated look on your face as you exasperatedly throw yourself down on the couch. He sits beside you, stumbling over his words as he tries to get you calmed down, usually it works. Not because he’s incredibly good at comforting but instead because his cute expression makes you feel better. He always has the pink flushed tips when you reach over and kiss him, he loves the kisses, yes, but they still take him by surprise.

If you signal to him you want to go up to your shared bedroom and have some fun, he’s more than willing but oh so embarrassed. If you tell him to go upstairs, strip, and lay down he’s following your orders like an obedient puppy. Although he just kinda lays there naked and hard without any like… pose or anything, he lays like he’s a flat board. It is cute though, the blush on his face, the pink tips of his hair and the twitch of his cock make up for it.

If you top hes so good for you, he adores the praise. If you want him to top, however, he’s still- after all these years going to treat you like you’re made of glass. Even if you regularly bottom, until you tell him to manhandle you while he tops he’s going to be incredibly gentle.

Idia is a switch leaning sub and a verse leaning bottom, so don’t expect to constantly be on top and dominant. He also has a pretty high sex drive but he’s never going to tell you that. I personally hc him as autistic so I think he wouldn’t really know he’s horny until he’s painfully hard and desperate for you (I know because I do this). Please help him out, he was watching your game and you just looked so good on the feild and he’s sorry he doesn’t mean to be a creep but he just couldn’t stop looking :(

If you reassure him whenever this happens he’ll try to initiate sex but he gets nervous and chickens out. If you tell him it’s okay and it’s hot and endearing that he’s so in love with you he’s going to blush and shy away (into your chest). If you don’t say anything and just immediately start giving him signs you want to fuck he’s going to over think it, despite the many times he’s been caught rewatching highlights of you in your games. If you tell him before hand that it’s okay and there’s no need to worry before you give him the fuck me eyes he’s gonna be much much calmer in the beginning.

He’s so egar to please you it’s so cute, lay him down and have your way with him please that’s all he wants. Well unless he wants to dom and top, it’s rare but it happens. If that happens he’s usually a soft dom, keyword usually. If he’s a hard dom be prepared to have to take at least an hour of aftercare. It’s not often that he gets the confidence to do something like that but when he does oh it’s amazing. It’s amazing but god you’re sore after. He feels bad after but with your reassurance he feels better about it. It happens so rarely it’s like a fever dream.

If he’s submissive, oh he’s just going to lay back and let you do all the work. And you’d best savor those sweet sounds he makes because he swears he’ll never make them again (he will. Just pound his ass he’ll be a mess).

[blood-inthefields]

Summary of all my Yennefer/Tissaia fanfics so far...

♠ All we are (is dust in the wind) ¬ It takes four days for Tissaia to find Yennefer after the battle of Sodden.

♠ Pynk (is where it all starts) ¬ In which hot-shot lawyer Tissaia de Vries unknowingly walks into a strip-club and finds herself hypnotized by one of the dancers there. Not how she’d planned her evening to go.

♠ Get naked (i got a plan) ¬ The phone rang, drawing her attention. With a sigh, she picked it up. “Phil, is that you?” Distorted by the line, a muffled voice answered her. “Johnny got clipped.” Tissaia’s hand balled into a fist. “You know what to do,” she replied curtly. The line went dead. She hung up, ran a hand through her hair. A bath would do her good. And then she would go find Yennefer. 

1920s AU.

♠ I’m your sinner (and your whore) ft. JZXR7 ¬ Due to circumstances entirely beyond Tissaia’s control (Yennefer. Due to Yennefer), she’s found herself trapped in her bedroom with a human whirlwind during a minor pandemic.

She has decided, in all her collected wisdom as Rectoress, that the girl has ten minutes to stop talking before Tissaia takes drastic measures.

♠ Want you, yes i do (bet you never knew it) ¬ The first time that Yennefer considers throwing Tissaia on a bed is in Rinde.

♠ I’ll be loving you (til the end of the night) ¬ Tissaia comes home after a hard day at work to find that her girlfriend has a couple of surprises in store.

♠ The one where Tissaia is a freestyle dance teacher ¬ “It’s Tissaia,” Triss told her, concern evident in her voice.

“What’s with her?”

Now closer to the window, Yennefer leaned forwards and watched as her former mentor, way down below, was shaking her arms and upper body in very strange ways. Had the woman finally lost it?

♠ I will let you down (i will make you hurt) ¬ She feels the blade against her throat before she’s even done with her sentence. Tissaia remains calm, despite the cold metal piercing the skin ever so lightly. Something warm runs down her pale skin and she knows it’s blood. Still, her eyes never leave Yennefer’s.

“Why,” Yennefer begins, almost shouting, as she stalks forward until she’s all up in Tissaia’s face. “Why did you let them send me to Nilfgaard?”

♠ My immoral ft. thinkbucket ¬ What’s up preps, I’m Yennefer Fireball Darkness Purple Mist Vengerberg and I’m a teacher at Aretuza.

or, a parody of legendary fanfiction My Immortal.

♠ Didn’t wanna believe it (but now you are all I see) ¬ It’s on their third date that everything goes to shit. In hindsight Tissaia should have known crushing hard on the whirlwind that is Yennefer would mean her life would be turned upside down. However, she had never imagined it would land her in jail.

♠ And now the surface ripples ¬ She’s been scouring the Continent, desperate for a cure for her barrenness when word reaches her.

Tissaia de Vries is dead.

♠ Find my place (in the warmth of your embrace)¬ A look at some entries of Tissaia’s diaries about her ever-evolving relationship with Yennefer.

♠ Stay a while (and be mine) ¬  Post Sodden Hill, Yennefer and Tissaia are back at Aretuza. One night changes their relationship forever.

♠ After hours ¬ Could the torture be any worse? Yennefer wondered. It was bad enough to have to spend entire days with Tissaia stuck in a classroom together with noisy, dirty children but being around her after the day was over and the children and other teachers had left was pure torture.

♠ Wanna kiss you (til I lose my breath)¬ The woman is not just a powerful sorceress, she’s an absolute witch and Yennefer tries to hide but it feels pointless. One look from Tissaia and she becomes an open book.

♠ I will reach for you (when you’re feeling low) ¬ Set in 2.03 after Yennefer shows up at Aretuza and gives Tissaia a gay heart attack.

They know, they all know what Yennefer means to her, how long she’s spent trying to find her.

♠ I used to float (now I just fall down) ¬ Post 3.08. Petals descending from the ceiling. Yennefer knew right away it was Tissaia, from way above up in her study, honoring her fallen girls. She looked at them, admired how they fell silently to cover the freshly dug graves.

Then the pain came.

Sharp, burning, unexpected.

Yennefer gasped.

♠ For neither ever nor never (goodbye) ¬ Missing scene from 3.08. Drabble.

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Christmas surprise (Christen Press x Reader)

Merry Christmas! I've been really tired recently so I'm a little behind on requests, I hope to get some more finished in the next couple of days. Christmas is tomorrow and I'm working so I wrote this really quickly. Hope you enjoy.

Words: 2.3K

Y/m/n- Your mums name, Y/d/n- Your dads name. 

"Please just stay with me tonight, I promise I'll tell everyone after Christmas."

Christen sighed, taking a step back, "You don't have to tell everyone Y/n, I just want our families to know."

"We can tell them after tomorrow okay? I promise. All I want is to wake up next to you tomorrow."

"Can you at least tell me why you want to wait until after Christmas?"

We had been keeping our relationship a secret for the past 2 years, there were only a select few people that knew. It started out with wanting to establish our relationship in private then moved to liking the privateness of it. Christen had been wanting to tell people for a while now, but I had been putting it off. It wasn't that I necessarily wanted to keep it a secret or wasn't ready for people to know, I was just a very private person and struggled with people knowing my business. Christen had been understanding up until recently, she was at the point where she didn't want to hide it anymore. We had been together for 2 years, it was my turn to be understanding now. 

The truth was that our families already knew about us, but Christen didn't know that. In the past she had talked about having a joined family Christmas so this year I had decided to surprise her. That meant telling both our families to get them to agree. 

I had told Christen that my family was coming over tomorrow afternoon so she wouldn't get suspicious when I started preparing lunch. The only issue so far was trying to convince her to stay. She was a bit upset that my family was coming, but she wasn't going to be able to meet them. 

"It's just, my parents don't know I'm gay, I'm sure they'll be okay with it, but just incase they're not, I want one last Christmas where things are normal." It was partly true, I had never explicitly told my parents I was gay or introduced them to any of my past partners, but it was obvious they always had a feeling. My family had barely reacted when I told them about Christen. They were just happy that I was happy. 

Christen smiled softly before kissing me, "Okay, we can wait until after Christmas. From what you've told me, your parents will be okay with it."

It wasn't a complete lie, while my reluctance was mostly my privateness. I had been slightly scared to tell them. Either way, I hated lying to her and it wasn't easy. Christen and I were always honest with each other no matter what, "They probably will, but it scares me anyway. Will you stay?"

"Of course I will. Can we watch Christmas movies?"

We spent the night watching Christmas movies and drinking hot chocolate. I loved nights like this. Nights where it was just us, in sweatpants and cuddled up on the couch. Or nights where we would cook dinner and just talk about anything and everything. With her I was relaxed, I was able to be completely myself without fear of judgment. I had flaws, I was stubborn, had a hard time opening up, but Christen loved me regardless. I couldn't wait to come home to her everyday, cook dinner, to fall asleep and wake up next to her. Hopefully that would become a reality after tomorrow. 

---

Normally, Christen always woke up before me, but I was excited which meant sleep didn't come easy. I killed time by watching her sleep, she looked so peaceful and incredibly beautiful even with messy hair and no make up on. I think it was one of my favourite versions of her. Christen stirred slightly before burying her face further into the crook of my neck. It was the sign that she was waking up. I traced patterns on her bare back, placing a kiss on her temple. 

"Merry Christmas my love."

Christen shifted to leave a lingering kiss on my lips, "Merry Christmas baby. I could get used to this."

"You wake up next to me all the time."

"Not nearly enough. You're awake early today, is everything okay?"

I kissed her again quickly, "I'm excited, it's Christmas."

Christen rolled on top of me, smile stretched across her face, "You're cute, I can't wait to spend Christmas with you next year."

"Neither can I Chris. I'm sorry it can't happen this year."

We were cuddled on the couch, coffee in hand as we just enjoyed the peacefulness. I reached down feeling for the little box that I had hidden next to the couch, "I have something for you."

"Don't be, it sucks, but I understand it." Instead of saying anything, I connected our lips, enjoying the way our lips felt together. Shivering slightly when her tongue ran across my bottom lip then connected with mine. Quiet moans slipped from us both, tangling together as our bodies followed suit. It was soft and slow. There was no rush, just the two of us, showing the love we held for each other. 

Christen slowly opened the box to reveal a key. She looked at me confused, taking out the key to look at it, "I already have a key to your apartment."

"It's the key to my heart," I replied as seriously as possible, but the little giggle Christen let out made me burst out laughing. "You had that a long time ago. This is the new key, remember I had to get my locks changed? This one comes with a question though."

"I'm still not sure I understand."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Look in the box again."

Christen pulled out the piece of paper, reading it quickly.

Christen,

You know how they say home isn't a place it's a person? Well, it's true. You feel like home, with you is the place that I feel the safest and warmest. My apartment feels empty when you're not here, I find myself counting down the minutes until you are back here with me. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you next to me every day. I want to do mundane tasks with you like grocery shopping, chores, cooking or lazy days pottering around the house. These things can be done anywhere, I don't care where we live because no matter where it is, it will be home as long as you're with me. Will you move in with me?

 Arms wrapped around me tightly, "Yes, of course I will."

"I need to start the rest of the food." The turkey was already in the oven, but there was still a lot to do. 

---

"I should probably head off, go help my dad set up."

"You don't have to leave yet, your family is doing dinner and my parents aren't coming for another couple of hours."

"Is this your way of asking for my help?"

"Maybe."

Christen rolled her eyes playfully, but started helping me sort out the vegetables. Quiet Christmas music played in the background as we laughed and joked around while we prepared. I could get used to this. I was starting on dessert when flour hit the side of my head. I turned slowly to find Christen standing next to me, an innocent smile present, "You're going to pay for that."

I scooped up some flour of my own, tossing it at her. It went back and forth for a little while until I wrapped my arms around her, making her squeal as I trapped her against the counter. Finger dipping into the batter and smearing it over her face and mouth before connecting our lips, "Delicious."

There was a knock on the door and Christen looked at me panicked, flour sticking to her hair and face. I kissed her forehead, wiping some of the flour off both of us. She went to say something, but I quickly jumped in, "Don't worry, come on."

"Bu-"

"Merry Christmas Chris," I said as I opened the door to reveal my parents and Christens dad standing there. The siblings were coming later. Christen looked shocked, looking between us.

"W-what?"

"Surprise."

"They know?"

"They've known for a little while."

"What?"

"I wanted to surprise you, that meant I had to tell them."

Christen hugged me, kissing my cheek, "God I love you. Thank you Y/n"

Christens dad, Cody motioned to us, "What happened here?"

Arms wrapped around my waist as I was finishing off the last dish. Soft lips pressed against the exposed skin on my shoulder. I let out a sigh, relaxing back into her, "Do you need any help?"

"Chris decided to throw flour at me so of course I retaliated. Cody, these are my parents, Y/m/n and Y/d/n. This is Cody, Christens dad and of course this is my girlfriend Christen."

They fell into easy conversation as I went back into the kitchen to clean up the flour and finish the food. My parents were talking to Christen and Cody as if they had known each other for years. It made my heart flutter to see them all getting along. I knew Christen was it for me, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her so having them get along with the other most important people in my life was like a weight off my shoulders. Another hour went by, my brother, and Christens sisters had arrived. The house was full of laughter and conversation. Everything Christmas should be. 

"I'm okay love, this is the last thing to do. You could set the table?"

Christen kissed my shoulder, then neck, cheek and lastly my lips before pulling away to set the table. Channing and Tyler stood on either side of me as I watched Christen. It took me a second to register they were there, too preoccupied with watching the small smile on Christens face or the way she couldn't go more then 5 seconds without looking up at me, her face filling with concern when she saw me with her sisters, but quickly changed back when I sent her a small smile. Even after 2 years together, she still made butterflies erupt in my stomach with a single look, I felt giddy and like a teenager again when I was around her. 

"I don't think I've ever seen her this happy," Tyler stated quietly, Channing nodded in agreement, "Keep her that way and we won't have a problem."

"Trust me, I have every intention of it. There's nothing more important to me then her happiness."

"Good, can we help you take these to the table?"

Once everything was set up, we all sat around the table, conversation still flowing. I squeezed Christens hand under the table. She looked at me with a small smile before turning back to my mum who had started asking her a question. 

"So Christen, how did you meet my daughter?"

"Um we play for the same team."

My brother snorted, making me glare at him, something stupid was about to come out of his mouth, "I'd hope so since you're dating."

I reached across to whack the side of his head, almost instantly being scolded by my mum, "You are so annoying."

"Anyway, I hear Y/n managed to convince you to move in with her. Are you guys going to be staying here?"

I shrugged, glancing at Christen before responding, "Um, I'm not sure. We haven't really talked about it yet."

"I think we will, I spend most of my time here already, at least half of my clothes are here so it's easiest."

We stared at each other until the clearing of a throat made us snap out of it. She said it so easily, like it wasn't a big decision, like it was the easiest thing in the world. To me it was, I didn't care where we lived as long as I was with her. I loved her more then I ever thought possible. My brother joked some more about how gross we were, of course being scolded by my mum. It was one of the best Christmases I've had in a long time.

---

Everyone had left a little while ago, we had done a quick tidy up, but decided to just leave the rest and go to bed. I was already in bed, while Christen sat on the edge, removing her rings and earrings.  

"Thank you for today Y/n, it was amazing. I can't believe you did that for me."

"I would do anything for you Chris. I'm sorry I had to lie to you though."

Christen kissed me, a small smile present. Anyone would think the smile was genuine, but I knew Christen like the back of my hand. It was obviously fake, "Normally, I would be upset about it, but this time I'll give you a pass."

She looked down, playing with my fingers as a quiet sigh left her lips. That's when I knew for sure that something was wrong, "Are you okay love?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

My hand squeezed hers, pulling her into my side, lips landing on her temple, "Don't do that, you don't have to pretend to be okay with me Chris."

"It's days like this where I really miss my mum. I just wish she was here, I wish she could have met you, I think she would have loved you."

"I'm sorry Chris. I know you miss her, but she's always with you in everything you do, well most things anyway," I winked, causing a small, but genuine laugh from her, "Seriously though, I would have loved to meet your mum, from what you've told me she was amazing and if you're anything to go by then I believe it."

"You don't need to flatter me Y/n, I've already agreed to move in with your messy ass."

"Just because we're together doesn't mean I'll ever stop making you feel special, because you are Chris. You are the most amazing person in my life, you light up my life in a way no one ever has, in a way no one else ever will."

"I love you Y/n, today meant a lot."

My hand slipped under her shirt as I pulled her further on top of me. Our lips connected in one of many soft yet oh so sweet kisses we had shared today. If there was only one thing I could do for the rest of my life and never get tired of, it would be kissing Christen. 

"I love you more."

[jovenshires]

ask time!! do you have any obscure/niche headcanons of your fav ships? (whether in general or specific to a fic) i wanna know bestie!! -baflegacy

@baflegacy i was not ignoring you i promise just thinking VERY HARD. okay im gonna do specific fics bc otherwise my brain will melt like goop right out of my ears

the right side of my neck (still smells like you):

shayne and kimmy text each other immediately after work. "did he tell you" "did HE tell YOU" and meanwhile spommy are talking to each other like "oh my god those two are gonna have a fucking field day with this one"

spencer always trims tommy's hair after that whenever he asks. he's basically a hairdresser now honestly icon behavior

tommy gets confused bc all the sudden his shampoo starts getting used up and he's like ??? turns out spencer's been using it every time he showers there. "bro it smells like you." tommy just gets him his own bottle LKNDNFKNF

baby, you're a haunted house:

first official date is to a horror movie <3

they come into the office later and ALL of the crew is laughing at them. rightfully so. by the end of the day the whole office knows and is bullying them mercilessly.

shayne and kiana will take credit for getting them together until the end of their days (they didn't do anything but they pretend that they did <3)

he said baby (that's what he called me):

when tommy wakes him up for dinner they Do Not talk about it because spencer genuinely doesn't remember saying it and tommy is a nervous wreck. spencer notices but doesn't ask because tommy will talk about it when he's ready <3 also tommy makes spaghetti

they lay on the couch for the rest of the night bc tommy knows spencer's gonna be Awake now so he's gonna stay up with him. they play some video games and throw on a movie. eventually tommy falls asleep on the couch using spencer as a pillow

tommy starts packing spencer's lunch for the next day because he's manifesting he'll take care of himself better <3

they lost their minds and fought the wars;

tommy trying to teach spencer how to cook era ensues!! it does not go very well. spencer keeps almost burning down the kitchen. but tommy persists! he learns how to make more than breakfast eventually and no longer burns toasts <3

courtney asks spencer about the card bc they're nosey and so she Must. the irresistable urge to know things, just like me fr. spencer immediately goes red and tommy has to jump in to protect him from being teased for the rest of his life FKLNWNNN (it's not easy)

spencer gets some stars tattooed. that's it that's the whole headcanon. and im going crazy about it.

i could be the reason (you don't sleep at night):

they barely leave their room. for the rest of the weekend. chanse makes fun of them maliciously for this. arasha is more "go gays! gay it up!" about the whole thing.

kimmy comes over and is like "omg your bed is so tidy angela how do you do it!!" and angela doesn't have the heart to tell her she decided to be gay instead of sleeping in her own bed so she just goes "uhhh slept on top of the covers" shayne-style

they both ride in rock's car on the way home <3 and they both sleep <3 rock is also pro but anti pda in the car ya nasties

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours:

instead of abby lee miller, spencer and tommy do horror movie-themed carves (spencer does sam trick r treat bc i said so and tommy does pinhead Also because i said so)

they also do a couple's costume bc tommy is just that bitch, respectfully. the couple from the shining methinks. tell me they wouldn't eat that up.

spencer gradually gets more comfortable with pda and tommy generally eases up. they meet in the middle <3

right where you left me:

for the next few halloweens shayne is ALWAYS on edge. just in case you know. what if he lets his guard down and it happens again. damien just comes to understand "this is gonna be how it is" and always makes sure to pay extra special attention and take care of him on halloween <3

they move like. stupidly fast in their relationship which everyone else thinks is a little. strange. but damiens been in love with shayne for as long as he's known him and shayne has lived through a time loop so yeah they're moving in together as soon as one of their leases end and saying i love you within days what about it!

shayne turns off taylor swift songs any time he hears them. damien does Not Ask and also begins to pre-emptively turn off her music. in fact EVERYONE comes to understand Not to put ts on office party mixes because shayne WILL take control of the aux

sunflower:

tommy starts spending All his time at spencer, arasha, and shayne's apartment because he's gonna take all the time with spencer he can get because his job (the school newspaper? tommy thinks?) takes up so much time. this leads to of course shayne and arasha having to quickly and comically hide any spiderman-related things around the house

the next time tommy sees spiderman he expects it to be awkward and spencer, kind of forgetting the whole rejection happened bc the love confession also happened, is like "??? huh. oh. OHHH i mean. ohhh noooo my broken heart :(((("

shayne talks about how he gave one of arasha's partners the shovel talk and tommy's like "lol you didn't give me the shovel talk shayne what are you homophobic" and shayne's like "oh no. i gave SPENCER the shovel talk. you're too cool for him to fuck this up"

dancing on my own:

in my brain trevor enters smosh in the domoverse and spends a lot of time hanging out with spencer and sees what's going on INSTANTLY. i might touch on this in the sequel but he is less afraid to meddle than anyone else and if he spots spencer getting uncomfortable will offer to sub in for a video for him or will drag him out of a conversation / a room. yeah. lil brother trev :')

as part of his birthday present for tommy, spencer gets bussy some official adoption papers. obviously.

courtney and kiana are stressing and texting about all this CONSTANTLY. tommy will look over at court and be like "you look stressed is everything okay" and court will slam their phone on the table and go like "NOTHING. UHHHH TAXES." and change the subject

blue christmas:

at the christmas party the next night shayne does end up showing and having a great time. chanse is an excellent party host and has them play a bunch of games that makes him feel like he isn't a stranger to these people at all. not to mention chanse's friends are just cool

the office actually doesn't find out for Forever bc they keep it on the dl for a while but one day chanse just comes in and kisses shayne hello and angela does a full spit take

every year for christmas chanse definitely does a bit that only he finds funny thats like "this year ive decided to get you the renewal of our anniversary <3 i am your greatest gift <3" and shayne's like "cool i got you a spiderman blanket" and chanse is like. "... okay fine i actually got you another open overshirt for straight men :/"

we can leave the christmas lights up 'til january:

they both just decorate the tree at spencer's apartment bc they basically both live there anyway, so tommy only gets / brings ornaments to put on spencer's tree. together they start a whole dorky ornament collection it's very cute :')

the christmas party they throw is incredible and all of their friends ARE pissed that they got them gifts when they agreed on no gifts. but courtney does cry over her little grease cat <3

they officially move in together at the beginning of the new year <3

if we keep score:

their first official date is to mini-golf because they literally cant not be competitive. then they go get ice cream !

tommy can't go to spencer's prom BUT. spencer can go to tommy's! he goes as the date of one of tommy's female friends at olops so they get to hang out. they can't like dance or anything (tommy WILL get in so much trouble he'll be lucky if he graduates) but they're there together and that's what matters <3

they do go to each other's graduations though and they are both extremely embarrassing while cheering each other on. shayne, damien, and alex also tag along to tommy's graduation and they have like a full banner for him. tommy pretends he hates it (he LOVES it)

i could go on and on and on:

this is less of a headcanon and more of a fun fact but their cat is named after dwayne the rock johnson <3 this is bc the song the fic is based on mentions a baby scorpion. dwayne the rock johnson - scorpion king in the mummy - dwayne the kitten - baby scorpion.

after they finished that hike in the redwoods park spencer almost throws up and swears he's never doing anything outdoors again. it makes courtney laugh so hard they cry

spencer goes on to tell courtney that angela threw her chair at chanse because he took the top hat when she wanted to be the top hat. it was the beginning of the game and it only went downhill from there. amanda refuses to play monopoly on the channel ever again.

[livingincolorsagain]

Hello! I hope your day/evening is going well. Since it's missing Sam hours, can you share your favorite Sam headcanons that you don't see around much? (And maybe a disliked headcanon you see around all the time 👀)

Hi! My day is going well, thank you! Hope yours is too.

It’s always missing Sam Wilson hours in this house, so here’s a list of some headcanons:

Sam had wanted to fly ever since he started walking. He’d always been fascinated by birds and butterflies and planes and their wings and their ability to soar through the sky. He would sit by the windows and watch them for hours on end.

He was probably very excited the first time he was on a plane, and it was like a dream come true. He begged for the window seat and his parents agreed because they knew how happy it would make him. He stared out the window the whole flight, basically whooping every time he saw a bird fly close.

He started reading books about birds the minute he learned how to read. He’s definitely the kind of person who randomly tells you bird facts mid conversation. It’s endlessly endearing.

I think he was pretty young when he realised he’s attracted (exclusively) to men. Maybe it was the first time he came across the word gay and its definition or a picture or a poem and he was like oh, this is me. I feel like this. He didn’t tell anyone for the longest time.

The first person he came out to was his mom. Maybe he was staying up late to study. It had been a long week at school and some of his classmates were saying just casual homophobic things and it got to him and he hated how he couldn’t do or say anything about it. He went to the kitchen mostly looking for a distraction, and he saw his mom there, just sitting at the table, and he took a seat opposite her and just poured his heart out. These conversations are always easier in the dark, quite nights, after all. She held him in her arms for hours, and they talked until the sun was rising.

Sarah found out next. He didn’t exactly mean to tell her, but he thought he had the house to himself and he was making out with his first boyfriend and Sarah came home early and walked in on them and it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. Her first words were, really, Sam? A white boy?

Riley was his first true love. Sam was young and reckless and a thrill chaser and he fell hard and fast. Their whole relationship was like that, a fast, fast burn. Sam was chasing that thrill of being in love, enjoying all the stolen kisses and whispered words.

Riley was also his first heartbreak. After he was gone, Sam thought for sure he would never love again, simply because his heart was too torn apart. It was true for many years.

As quick as it was with Riley, it was as slow with Steve.

Maybe it was the point they were at their lives. Maybe because they were both lonely and broken, but they were so gentle and slow with each other, like they knew how fragile their hearts were. It was love, and it was beautiful, but it was never going to work. It was still worth it, because Sam and Steve were right for each other, but time wasn’t on their side.

Sam’s entire relationship with Bucky was simultaneously the most complicated and simple thing ever.

I like to think Sam didn’t even realise he was in love with Bucky until he was in too deep, because there was always a feeling of fondness for that old, white man who loved staring so much. They were already as close as two people could be, they knew each other inside out, they were comfortable with each other, so how would Sam know that that feeling in his chest was because he was actually in love with the guy?

It took them a long time to get together, wary and weary as they (Sam) were, but once they got together (after the most over-the-top, grand love confession in the history of love confessions), they were the most annoyingly in love couple around.

Sam never wanted to get married, mostly because he didn’t think he would find someone to love and be loved by again, but it was a quiet night in and Bucky was reading his book while Sam pretended to watch whatever was playing on the screen and the words we should get married were out of his mouth before he really thought about it. Bucky stared at him for the longest time.

They got married within the week. The next mission, Sam left with a ring around his neck and Bucky’s last-name next to his own.

[iloveschiaparelli]

moments I should have known I was autistic

This one is a little different bc it indirectly resulted in my first time flagging autism as a thing I might have

Covid lock down in 2020 was really hard for several reasons, mainly not having any friends and not being able to leave the house. But once I finished the school year and made some friends online... I never before nor after have had a year that was better for my mental health and creativity. I organize my art chronologically in my computer and 2020 still remains as the single most productive year for my art ever, by file count. The majority of progress I've made in developing my fictional worlds and stories was made during lockdown, both in 2020 and 2021 throughout my senior year, which was a hybrid remote so I only had to go in 2 days a week.

I spent maybe 30 mins to an hour a day on Instagram looking at crossposts from tumblr. Seeing that I was relating to a very high concentration of queer and autism posts was what first caused me to begin questioning whether I might be autistic. I grew up in a straight, conservative household. I'm a cis female. And yet I observed and said at one point in 2020 "I relate more to the experiences of an autistic gay man than I do to the experiences of anyone in my demographic". I would joke that maybe I'm autistic, but didn't really do any research until the next couple years when I hit college. This was also when I started thinking I had ADHD, but it was 2 years until I got my diagnosis for that.

Looking back it makes so much sense. The reason why I couldn't relate to other straight neurotypical girls is because I'm NOT neurotypical, and I AM attracted to women. (I do not label myself as bisexual or date women for personal & religious reasons, but I do accept that as part of myself and I don't try to force myself to change.) I had spent 17 years trying to fit in with the normal kids and yeah, it was never going to work because I wasn't normal no matter how much I thought I was.

The reason why lockdown was so productive for me creatively and why I felt so healthy and at peace was because I didn't have to leave my house, which meant I didn't have to mask. Even on occasional trips to the grocery store, the building was so empty that it was quiet. I never had to suffer through sensory overload. My house was clean (never before nor after lockdown has my family's home ever been clean enough for me to function in) meaning I could cook in thr kitchen and hang out on the floor or in the livingroom with no sensory problems.

Even once I went to my senior year of high school, it was only 2 days a week in-person. I wore my mask and didn't talk to anyone unless I had to. The food was awful and working with clay in the ceramics class was difficult on a sensory level but as long as it was wet I was fine. They had remote work for us to do on the 3 days home, but I just did it on school days and did art and played minecraft on the off days.

My mental health was abysmal at the start of lockdown, so of course I suffered plenty mentally throughout. But I made SO MUCH progress.

Now that the world has gone back to normal, I'm back to struggling. It's hard to hold down a job because every job available to me isoverestimating. Going to the grocery store is overstimulating because there are crowds of people there. The roads are full of traffic, strangers try to talk to me or wear heavy fragrances/have body odor and stand less than 6 ft away. I can't take 5 days a week to rest, I have to work to pay my bills. If I don't work, I spend those 5 days wondering where my next source of income is going to come from. I sleep way too much, or at least at all the wrong times, because of how stressed I am at the end of every day keeps me awake late into the morning, and then I overslept because I'm exhausted. I used to live in a rural area but now I live in the city, at an apartment complex where it's never fully quiet. (My roommates and i are touring houses this week! Fingers crossed!!).

It seems like I really am disabled in the context of my environment.

I can function OK when I'm in school with no other responsibilities. I can function OK when I have a job and no other responsibilities.

I can barely function, or not at all, if I have school AND a job.

I function best when I have minimal responsibilitie's to fulfill outside of what I enjoy doing. Because I'm disabled. And the covid lockdown was an illustration of how I could function in an accommodating environment.