#also like if some food does make you gain some weight like. okay

[charlottemorningstarsdarling]

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓

pairing: Alastor x fem!doe Reader

summary: Mating season has it’s struggles and it affects Y/N the most.

warning: no smut yet(sorryyy), talks of sex and heat, mostly fluff and Alastor being a sweetie

It has a part 2 :)

Everyone, except one person from the Hotel, was in the parlor, having coffee and just eating breakfast.

Y/N had locked herself in her room, only coming out for a few minutes to gather herself food for the whole day and to let everyone know that she was okay.

“No, but really… What the fuck is up with her?” Asked Angel.

“It’s that time of the year for deers, it’s called mating season, I looked it up.” Charlie said, before, she was worried about her so she found a book about it and learnt about it.

“Oohhh, so our doe is horny? It’s a mood, honestly.” Angel instantly got into his flirty voice and he turned to Husk “Don’t whiskers gets heats? Mmmh… We could satisfy it together!” He leaned more into him, but he only got shoved off.

“Fuck off!”

For the first time that morning, Alastor decided to speak. “It’s more than sexual feelings.” All heads turned to him in question, so he continued. “Female deers are overwhelmed by their maternal instincts, their whole bodies are aching to take care of their own little fawns.”

Vaggie spoke. “So, she is pregnant?”

“AWWW—-“ Charlie’s eyes turned big and teary.

Alastor chuckled in response. “Heavens no! This is where the sexual instincts slip in—“

“Slip in?” Angel raised his brow suggestively, but got a flick to the head, by Husk again.

“Ha.ha.ha. No. Whether she mates or not, her body still feels the need to mother.”

“That’s why she is curled up all day in that big pile of blankets?” Vaggie asked and both Charlie and Alastor nodded in unison.

“She also put on some weight too? Don’t get me wrong, it’s sexy. Her thighs are so plushy and her ass and ti—-“

“Yes, she gains weight in case she needs to feed a fawn and keep it warm during the cold season.”

There was a bit of comfortable silence before… guess who spoke up again.

“Hold on a second.” Angel perked his head up. “Aren’t you supposed to be in heat too? You’re a deer, too.”

All heads turned to Alastor, who didn’t show how uncomfortable he felt. He only chuckled with a wide smile, but before he could have brushed it off, the missing doe entered the parlor.

“Good morning!” All kinds of greetings were heard. She sat down on the couch.

“How are you today?” Husk asked her.

She smiled. “I’m okay, thank you. I am just going out, I have to stock up on my sweets, I’ve ran out. Anyway… I’m just goi—“ She started to make her way to the door, but Alastor appeared in front of her.

“Like hell you are! It’s dangerous out there for you.” He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. “You wouldn’t want any bucks catching your scent and doing… heaven knows what.”

“B-but I need my sweets.” She huffed.

Alastor just stroked her ears. “Don’t you worry, doe, I’ll go out and get them for you.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly ask that.” Their faces were inches away, completely oblivious that all eyes were on them and all lips were smirking their way.

“Nonsense! You just go back to your nest, lock the door and I will be there in a bit, with all you could need.” When he finished his sentence, he was already out the door.

She turned around, she needed to get back, every nerve in her body was on the edge.

When both deers were gone, Angel spoke again.

“What the fuck did I just witness?!”

“Her body acknowledged that a buck gave her commands, so she must comply.” Charlie said, with a smug undertone in her voice.

Everyone scaterred after that, only Husk and Angel were at the bar, sipping on their usual strong liquor.

“So… Creepy face is in heat too.”

Husk stopped the cleaning of the glasses to laugh.

“Exactly.”

“So, a fawn running around the hotel is not too far way in time, is it?” His fingers glided around the rim of the glass.

“If it’s up to Alastor, it will be even sooner.”

[honeytonedhottie]

starting ur fitness girlie era⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🌷

starting ur fitness girlie era is actually super easy! its consistency and discipline where most ppl struggle. i hope this post can help make the sustenance of ur fitness girlie era super easy and fun + some fun working out resources to start ✨

FOR CLARITY ;

when starting anything, the most important thing, although cliche is starting from a place of love rather then hate. it feels better and is more sustainable in the long run.

be clear on your goals for ur fitness girlie era. is this something that u wanna maintain in ur day to day life for general health? do you wanna gain/lose some weight? do you just wanna be stronger?

knowing what ur trying to achieve makes finding workouts that target your goal specifically more easy (the more specific the better)

WHERE DOES NUTRITION COME INTO PLAY ;

you should be fueling ur body properly in order for ur body to function well when ur in ur fitness girlie era. if ur goal for example is to gain weight but u notice that u have a habit to eat very little, make a log.

WIEIAD LOG (NUTRITION CONTINUED) ;

i started a what i eat in a day log for a couple reasons. one bcuz i love lists and documenting things about myself, and two bcuz i wanted to make sure that i was eating well and eating good quality foods. bcuz i notice that when i eat well -> i feel well.

eat to fuel your body, dont eat just to eat

include fresh foods

make sure that you eat healthy portions (calling four almonds a meal is NOT healthy, and calling six pizza pies a meal is NOT healthy)

overall just be mindful of what u decide to fuel your body with. an easy drink that helps to be mindful with what u fuel ur body with is with SMOOTHIES.

im so sick of ppl sleeping on smoothies cuz if u dont like to directly eat vegetables or if u want an easy way to intake fresh fruits and veggies smoothies are the way to GO.

ROMANTICIZATION ;

the fun part of the whole journey, romanticization. made a pinterest board for ur fitness journey aesthetic and make it super pretty. invest in cute workout clothes to motivate urself to workout.

formulate a playlist for ur workout, something that gives u energy and motivates you. find a workout class or a youtube channel that you love. dont make working out BORING. get a workout buddy, make some video diary entries about working out/ur workout for the day.

make a blog that records whatever workout that u did. find fun ways to work out, like dancing or going on hot girl walks. create an atmosphere where u can work out and treat the time that u spend working out as a time to nurture and nourish your body.

PATIENCE AND PERSISTENCE ;

motivation isnt going to get u through a sustainable fitness girl journey, motivation can only get you so far. its DISCIPLINE that gets you the results that you want and consistency.

be patient with yourself even if u fall off ur routine and grind, ur only human so let yourself live. as long as you dont make falling off a habit, you'll be okay.

make sure that u emphasize the mind -> body connection bcuz thats super important. working out is not just about working up a sweat; it's about connecting with your body and embracing the mind-body connection.

FUN AND EFFECTIVE WAYS TO WORKOUT ;

le sserafim workout - i've done the le sserafim workout once or twice and it absolutely destroyed me 💀 but in a good way. its challenging but its also rly effective so i recommend.

dancing - if ur into dancing, find a way of dancing that u enjoy to do. some examples include ; ballet, kpop dances, jazz etc

join a sport - join a sport with a friend to make it more fun! but theres lots of different sports that u can play and not only is it good for ur health, but its also super fun

[dilfartist]

May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.

[crazylittlejester]

Time for some happy/fluffy headcannons since I can :3

Sky sees all the Zeldas as his daughters since he and Sun created the royal lineage. No matter how distant, they are his and Sun's children no matter what. (Some of the Zeldas who didn't have good relationships with their dads *cough* Flora *cough* nearly sob in joy because of this). Also, the Zeldas get their prophetic dreams from him too.

Legend's nose does that cute twitching that rabbits do. It makes him so flustered whenever anybody points it out.

Four, if he were to ever met any of the Gerudo, would be highly respected by them despite his height. He is short, yes, but he is very strong, intelligent and can make his own weapons. He'd probably have to fight off suitors if he ever went to Wild's Gerudo Town, tbh.

Everybody from Ordon is blessed by Ordona, and they have square pupils like goats do because of this. Despite being Hylian, and not being born in Ordon like the others, Twilight was also blessed and later in life developed these same pupils. He loves them despite how creepy everybody else thinks they are.

Time actually gained a little weight after marrying Malon because he felt safe enough to do so. He always made himself stay at top shape in case he had to go on another quest, so when he didn't immediately get thrown into one he got a little meat on his bones. He didnt look like a skeleton anymore. Malon was happy he did, since he was always thin even as a child.

Warriors knits and sews and Proxy has a small hat he made with an itty-bitty pompom on top.

Wind is scared of lighting storms due to a bad sailing trip after his adventure, and Sky tries to comfort him despite also being terrified of lighting himself.

Wild's mother was a piece of Farore's spirit traveling Hyrule as a mortal, and fell deeply in love with his father. Both Wild and his sister are considered forest spirits, and his sister actually became a korok after her mortal body died. The first korok he ever finds is his sister :)

Hyrule really likes the non hostile Zora whenever they visit them, and he learned how to swim from them.

None of the Links can hold their alcohol. One drink and they are all tipsy beyond belief. Except Wind, he can take two drinks before he also is drunk off his rocker.

YAY FLUFFY HEADCANONS (god knows i need more of these after the obnoxiously sad headcanons i have)

- This is so cute actually, I can totally see Sky and Flora becoming close

- Legend 100% does that, I also headcanon he hops when he gets really excited

- OKAY THE ORDONA GOAT EYE THING IS ACTUALLY SO COOL??? THATS AN EPIC HEADCANON

- My favorite thing ever in fiction is when characters start to look physically happy and healthy as they recover from trauma, and I write a lot of this happening to Wars (because I gave him horrible food anxiety and write about how he’s been able to work over that and become a lot healthier and happier) and I can see this happening to Time too

- WARRIORS KNITS IS REAL. REAL AND TRUE. YOURE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY SO!! I can see him making sweaters for everyone

- Wind and Sky and Legend all being unnerved by storms 🤝

- I think it’d be hilarious if they couldn’t hold their alcohol and Wind could out drink them, but whenever I write these guys I always give them at least a couple instances where Twi gets a good few beers and Wars gets his wine. I don’t think Time would drink, not because he wants to be the responsible adult, but because he just doesn’t drink

[puzzled-pegasus]

Heroes of Olympus---fitness/body related hcs

***Idk if anyone would even plan on it but Please do not comment or tag this as anything sexual as it is not meant like that in any way whatsoever***

Percy

Everyone lost some weight on the big Argo II voyage due to stress and all the fighting and everything, Percy is no exception. 

In general, though, he is still leaner than Jason and has slightly less upper body/ pectoral strength than he does.

However, he has THE fucking core strength ever

Unless he's been really, really exerting himself he normally has a cushion of belly fat over his abs but if you feel his abs they're wow so strong

Also bunch of shoulder strength, he does lots of climbing

He honestly needs some squish especially in scenes set After Gaea’s defeat. One of the reasons im writing these hcs is that I hate the fanarts that give the demigods six or eight pack abs and 0 body fat like?? Have u ever seen a 16-17 year old boy with chiseled abs. Especially one that eats like mr Jackson. His mother is feeding him good on seven layer dip and cheeseburgers and cookies and blue candy and he drinks blue cherry Coke and eats his fill of barbecue every day at camp you Cannot tell me he has no body fat arrgggh

He probably looked like that while he was in Tartarus though bc he was probably really dehydrated and exhausted lmaoo

V good sense of balance and coordination

Jason

Jason’s got more strength in his arms/shoulders/upper body than anything else

Big arm and chest muscles

Also naturally has belly--when he's not worried abt food--but he tends to stand taller so you can't see it as much

Probably lost the most weight on the voyage. Too busy making sure everyone else was okay and also healing from his various injuries. He also had to be absolutely sure there was enough food for everyone else so he was worried abt taking too much

Generally spends more time exercising and has hardly ever seen a junk food in his life and eats a lot of protein bc hes always lived at camp jupiter so he's very muscle

Piper

Piper didn't really start exercising until she came to camp so she's probably the least physically strong in comparison

More squish than Annabeth. Carries fat in hips and thighs and belly

Thinks/feels like she's fat and low key worries abt it

Was only mildly disappointed when she started demigod training and her belly didn't instantly disappear lol

Kind of jealous of how Annabeth is so thin and athletic but Annabeth wishes she had Pipers thighs/boob/curves loll the curse of being a woman

Piper also feels like she has baby face compared to Annabeth bc she has chubbier cheeks and it annoys her

She's got a pretty good sense of balance tho

Pretty good at running fast but she doesn't have as much stamina as Annabeth

Shes quite flexible also

Pretty good swimmer

Annabeth

Naturally quite thin

been training her whole life so she's got strong arms and legs and core

Really good at running and sprinting

Very agile too

Core strength and upper body strength 

Great at dodging attacks, less good at blocking

Tallest of the girlies

Climber shoulders/back muscles

Wishes she had Piper’s curves kinda. She doesn't care all that much but occasionally is like damn wouldn't that be nice

Frank

Arrgh I hate how in the middle of the series Rick took away all of his fat. Screw you sir. Put it back. Put it bacK

So Frank Immediately gets his tum back in the span of a few weeks

He's also really tired for the next however long after the Mars boy magic adrenaline wears off bc where's his fuel??? Gone!!

Very good at Lifting stuff. He had to carry stuffs for his grandma all the time bc she was old

Mostly strong in the arms and chest/pectorals

His growth spurt happened real quick so he's still not used to how big he is which is why he's all clumsy

Needs to work on balance and coordination lol

Although he got most of his chub back, his Babyface™ didn't come back quite so strong

Hazel

Hazel is the shortest girlie

Was really thin back in the 40s and then gained quite a bit soon after she came back to life. She was very confused and probably horrified

This was bc of a combination of having a growth spurt, pressure on little girls to be thin back then and the times having changed now, having enough to eat now, and changes in the amounts of additives and high fructose corn syrup and shit in foods

She was really distraught for a while bc much like Nico’s internal conflict with The Gay, decades ago being chubby was an unforgivable sin for a little girl

Obv not to Nico’s extent bc I don't think people were killed for being fat but still

It takes her a while to see it as not a bad thing but just a thing

She has pretty evenly distributed muscle strength because when she started exercise at camp jupiter they worked All The Groups

Leo

We love our tiny little shrimp man

He didn't get enough to eat during his growth spurt so he's kind of stunted

Even though he's a hephaestus boy he could not for the life of him build a lot of muscle

He's not that strong

He's probably pretty flexible though

Nico

Also stunted because he didn't eat enough in his growth spurt

Pretty strong though

Smol but he is still growing

Is getting taller and will almost definitely surpass Leo

Also is slowly gaining a healthy amount of weight as he stays at camp and Will makes him eat and sleep more regularly and now he's less tired all the time

Pretty good core strength and balance and agility

Looks more his child age now that his cheeks are more filled in

Reyna

Buff Girl

Girlie works out when shes stressed and now she's got muscles like steel cables

Im talking arms, shoulders, core, legs, glutes

Can arm wrestle Jason and win even if he does try his darnedest

Incredible sprinter

Does so many squats that she got the whole bakery lol

Really likes her muscles

Flexes in the mirror

Jason expressed to her how impressive it was a few times and it was partially why she fell in love with him lol

Will

Will has pretty good arm muscles actually and can lift heavy stuffs

Can lift his bf easily

He has a soft tum tho and padding on his arms

Does yoga and stretching and that works his core

Soft

Eats good proteins and veggies and gets good sleeps

Healthy boi 10/10

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Track 6

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 4K

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

This one's a little longer than the last few, but it's one I was really excited to get to for a while. I hope you guys like it! We're starting to get into the nitty gritty! Once again please let me know what you think of it! Thank you all for your support :)

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After your emotional conversation with Pedro, you were worried he'd stop talking to you. At least, it seems that's how it usually works. Whenever you try to have a conversation about emotions with someone, it gets shut down. But surprisingly.. it didn't push Pedro away at all. The two of you talk nearly every day on the phone, and when you don't, it's made up for with plenty of text messages. You don't even have to be the first to communicate, either. It just feels natural. It doesn't need to be over-thought.

You keep telling yourself not to get your hopes up, but at the same time, you feel like maybe it's turning into something. Something more than friends. You couldn't help but wonder if Pedro felt the same way, or if maybe he's just a really nice guy.

Despite these feelings, you're still hesitant to tell him you love him. Although he put many of your fears to rest, you continued to be nervous. You were inexperienced. You were significantly younger than him. You led two very different lives. And even though he reassured you about your appearances, it doesn't mean you'd be his type once he actually saw you. Shoot, you don't even know if he's interested in pursuing a relationship.

Plus, now there's the risk of messing up a new friendship. Why ruin it?

How does anyone ever get into a relationship? Others make it look so easy, jumping from relationship to relationship like their heart isn't at stake.

Maybe someday you'd tell him. Maybe someday you'd share these other fears as well. But not yet. You weren't ready.

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About a week had gone by since you first talked on the phone, and it was around 1 PM when he called you.

"Hey Pedro!"

"Hey there, songbird," he replied cheerily.

"Songbird?" You giggled.

"If you hate it-"

"No, I love it. It's sweet," you blushed.

"Okay good. But the reason I'm calling is because I saw something on Instagram…"

"Oh yeah? What of?"

"About you. When were you going to tell me?"

Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh what? What is he referring to?

You nervously laughed "I… what? Tell you what now?"

"Your album is coming out in a WEEK!??!" He practically yelled with excitement.

Seriously… this guy. Giving me a damn heart attack.

"OH" you replied sheepishly. "You scared me, thinking you heard… I dunno"

"Oh! I'm sorry. No. I haven't heard any information that you haven't told me yourself, nor would I believe it anyway. Other than.. this album!!!" Pedro announced like a gameshow host.

You laughed before replying "yes, yes, the album comes out next week! They just announced it I guess."

Pedro clapped and shouted. "CONGRATULATIONS!!!! I'm so happy and proud of you!!!!!!!!"

You weren't looking in a mirror, and he couldn't see you either, but you could bet money that your cheeks were a bright shade of pink. "Thank you, Pedro!" You giggled, your face beginning to hurt from the large smile he caused.

"How are you celebrating? Is the studio doing anything for you?"

"Well they mentioned an album release party, but being that nobody really knows me I don't know who I would even invite. Plus I'm not sure that a large thing like that is how I'd like to show myself to the world. A little too ceremonious for my liking." You grimaced.

"Well, I happen to think you deserve something ceremonious, even if you don't think you do. And I think we should celebrate."

"We - you - you do? You mean…?" You stuttered in disbelief.

"You and me," he said matter-of-factly.

"You.. and… What did you have in mind?" 

Frankly you didn't know what to think.

"Well. I was thinking… Maybe we could listen to the album together? We could talk on the phone and listen, and it would be like our own little album release party. You wouldn't have to show yourself or meet people. It would just be like our normal conversations. Except I'd get to hear your new music and talk about it with you. If you want," he said, sounding slightly nervous.

Your heart swelled at the gesture and you agreed happily. The two of you made a plan to "meet" at 7PM and listen together the night of your album release. And he promised he wouldn't listen without you.

_____

It wasn't until after you were off the phone with him that you began to overthink the songs on your album. Not unlike your first single, these were also rather vulnerable at times. Sure, he knew a lot, and he'd listen to the album anyway. Probably. But still. To hear it… together? You were starting to feel like you were in over your head.

Nevertheless, the week continued on like normal. Work, talking to Pedro, hanging with Skipper. You agreed to a few more interviews in article or voice format after the release, and signed a few last minute things.

As the album date approached closer, Pedro texted you one day.

"Okay I'm going to ask you something and I want you to trust me okay. I'm not going to do anything that I know you would hate."

"Okay…" what does this man have up his sleeve?

"Can I have your address?"

Why does he want my address???? The panic settled in. But, you did like him; and he hadn't crossed any boundaries yet. In fact, he's been one of the most understanding of your qualms.

So. You sent him your address.

"Thank you ❤️" Pedro replied.

A heart !?! A red one!? 

"You're welcome. Also… I was planning to tell you anyway, but if you're looking for my address I may as well tell you…" you told him your real name. Not your stage name. Not a nickname. But your name. First, Last. All of it.

"Thank you for trusting me. I promise I'll keep it safe," reassured Pedro.

"Thank you, P."

"Of course. You have a beautiful name, by the way."

Your heart did a somersault.

_____

The album release date was finally here and you aren't sure you slept a wink. You were a bundle of nerves and excitement. You loved him and always enjoyed chatting together. This was exciting. But also these songs are so personal. This is a big moment. This was a big plan. And why did he want your address anyway?

~~~~~

Meanwhile at Pedro's place, he was just as nervous. He had started out excited, but then he got into his head. His plans for the evening started feeling too romantic. He didn't want you to get the wrong idea. He liked you, but he didn't want to push it. Maybe he was showing too many feelings towards you. You love someone else, and him not respecting that is rude. All you want is a friend and he's just going to seem like another one of those creepy guys trying to get into your pants.

But it was too late now, the plans were in motion, and maybe you'd enjoy it. Who knows. Either way, he loved your friendship, and friends could do this kind of thing for each other… right??

~~~~~

Throughout the day, you paced your house before finally leaving with Skipper in tow. "We gotta get some air, buddy. I'm losing it over here," you said while clipping his leash.

Stepping out of the house, you two went for a long walk, circled back toward home, and plopped down on your lawn. The house still felt too small in preparation for this evening, whatever it was. Why does it feel different anyway? It's just another phone call..? Unless….

Truth be told, while Pedro had his secret plans, you also had some of your own. Whether you followed through with them or not was up to your nerves.

After some sunbathing with your pup, you both head inside. The sun was starting to set, and you realized it was getting closer to the meetup time you chose with Pedro.

_____

6 PM.

You stared at the TV, not really absorbing anything on the screen, but needing a distraction. This afternoon you opted for a show that Pedro was not in. For once, you needed to not see his handsome face. You needed something else. Half paying attention while picking at a hangnail, you jump out of your skin at the sight of your phone lighting up. Pedro texted.

"Picking out my outfit for tonight! Always important to look nice for celebration."

Shit… he's not coming over is he?! That's why he wanted my address?!

"Wait…" you pondered how to phrase your question without sounding like a panicked asshole, when all you wanted to say was "what the fuck do you MEAN!?!"

I'm not dressed. I'm in sweats and covered in dog hair. I don't have makeup on. Oh no.

"Wait… is that why you wanted my address?"

"Oh. Nooo, no no. No, sweet girl, don't worry. I'm not coming over unexpectedly and interrupting your hiding place. I just think it's still important to dress nice."

"Oh..Okay.."

It was around 6:15 when he texted a picture of himself wearing a white button up with a dark blue suit and matching tie. He wore dark-frame glasses and his hair was slightly tamed, but still showed his messy curls. He looked gorgeous.

But as you scanned his body you noticed that instead of dress shoes, he wore a pair of polka dot socks. He had a goofy grin and his one eyebrow was cocked. You grinned.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go," he said.

"You're a goof, P. But I appreciate the effort."

A pause.

"Also, you look really handsome" you nervously hit send before you had a chance to chicken out.

Bold. Probably shouldn't have said that. But hey, friends compliment each other.

"Why thank you. A big accomplishment like this requires all the stops."

He timed this message right to the minute. As you read his text, your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find two boxes. One large, one small. A delivery boy was getting into his car. 

"Delivery from your biggest fan. 

-❤️, P"

He… he sent me some kind of care package?? And put a heart? And said he's my biggest fan?

You squealed and carried the boxes into the house. "What's this!?" You texted Pedro.

"Open them and see!"

You immediately open them. Inside the larger box was a variety of items. The first thing you noticed was a small vase holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. To the right of that was a bag, which you opened and found your favorite meal, from your favorite restaurant. 

Wow, this is elaborate. 

Below the food was another small bag holding your favorite dessert, and finally to the left, your favorite drink.

I can't believe he remembered all of my favorite things.. This is so thoughtful.

When you moved the flower vase, you noticed one more small item. Is that a… corsage?? You texted Pedro the question.

"Yep!" He sent, with a photo of a matching flower on his lapel.

Remembering you still had the small box, you opened the box flaps, wondering what could possibly be left for him to give you. On top of it was another note.

"For a handsome boy.

- ❤️, your mom's friend, Pedro"

Under the note was a jar of peanut butter, a squeaky anchor toy, and…? What's this?

You unwrap a small paper wrapping to find a dog-sized black bowtie. Shut up.

"SKIPPER!!! Look what Pedro gave you, buddy!"

He padded over to you and let you hook the dressy accessory around his neck. With the clip adjusted, he sat back, looking proud of his new fashion. You quickly snapped a picture and texted it to Pedro.

"I can't believe you did all this, Pedro. Not only did you send all this, but you remembered my favorite things? You remembered all the details from when I first met Skipper. My favorite food, dessert, drink, and flower? That's so sweet, this is all too much Pedro..  Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. I.. I don't even know what to say."

You're amazing and I love you. Is what I want to say.

"You're welcome." He texted back. "Like I said, you deserve a celebration. Plus…"

Pedro sent a photo of his table, set up with the same food and drink, with the caption "now it's like we're having a dinner party."

It was nearing the time to meet, but you still had to do one more thing. You had pondered it earlier in the day, but fully decided it when Pedro sent the photo of himself dressed up. It's now or never.

_____

6:45 PM.

Pedro sat waiting for a reply after he sent his dinner photo. It had only been a couple minutes, but his hands were sweaty and his leg was shaking under the table. Finally, his phone went off. You sent… a video?

He opened it and pressed play. There, he saw you rotating your wrist with the corsage on it. The first time he's ever seen your wrist, hand, or arm before. The first time he's even seen your skin tone.

Geez you act like you're in the Victorian ages, pull yourself together, he rolled his eyes at himself for being so overjoyed.

Next, the video panned to Skipper in his bowtie, looking handsome as ever. The camera zoomed in on him and he looked up into the view with his big brown eyes. 

And then…

The camera panned to the side, and showed a mirror. A full length mirror, where you stood. He scanned your body from your perfectly done up hair and makeup, down your body to your dress. You wore your favorite dress, (in your favorite color, he noted) which showed off your body in the best ways. He looked down to the floor and noticed that you too were wearing fun socks instead of shoes. You wore a pair of striped socks and wrote in your caption "all dressed up and nowhere to go."

His heart picked up and he could feel himself breathing unevenly. He finally saw you. And you were gorgeous. He couldn't help the smile that enveloped his face.

Fuck. She's beautiful… I'm screwed. 

She loves someone else. She loves someone else. She loves someone else. Forget your feelings.

Despite his struggle, he knew he wanted, and needed, to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. This was a big step to show yourself, and he also knew how self-conscious you felt about your body.

"Wow, you're so beautiful."

You blushed, replying with a quick thank you with a heart, then sending a second message asking if he was ready to listen. The video wasn't the only trick you had planned up your sleeve tonight.

______

The clock turned to 7 PM and Pedro hit the dial for your number. You answered the phone and said a quick "hang on" to set up the shared listening party link for your album. Once sent, you took a deep breath and steadied your nerves. Then, you took the plunge.

"Okay I got the link! I'm so exci - what - wait, is this an accident?" Pedro's hand fumbled as he received your incoming video chat request, his heart picking up to a galloping pace.

"Nope! You can answer it. If you want.."

He quickly swiped the accept button and there you were. Clad in your favorite dress, sitting at a table with the meal he sent in front of you. He could see himself in the corner square, dressed in his suit, with nearly the identical table setup and food.

He couldn't help but notice on his own video screen that his cheeks were turning rosy and his mouth curled into a large smile. But he was too happy to be shy about his blush.

"So this is you," he said.

"This is me," you replied shyly, but still with a huge smile and blush plastered on your face, matching Pedro's.

"You look.." he sighed shakily "..wow.."

"You look pretty wow yourself there," you said with a shy giggle.

Both of you let out gentle laughs, feeling a warm glow as your stomachs felt matching butterflies of nerves, excitement, and… maybe something else.

"So should we listen, I guess?" You asked nervously.

He didn't answer. He was looking at the screen, eyes scanning the video. 

Is he blushing? You wondered. But why would he be? He doesn't like me back… right?

He still hadn't answered you when you finally said "Pedro?? Did you hear me?"

He snapped out of it, somehow turning more crimson. "Oh! Sorry… yeah! Let's listen."

Your nerves were off the charts. Some of these songs were so vulnerable. The ones at the end of the album were the most telling of all.

But as the two of you ate your dinners while listening to your new album, you began to relax. The night was filled with him giving praise and you giving background information on the meanings and production of the songs. 

"Are all the different instruments and harmonies played by you?"

"They are! The studio offered studio musicians but I had originally played them all when I wrote it and wanted to keep it a one woman show."

"You're incredible," Pedro said, shaking his head.

You blushed, for the billionth time today.

When it came to "Imaginary Love" Pedro grinned. "Hey I know this one! The one that started it all." 

"Yep!" You agreed and he began lip syncing to the lyrics dramatically. Little did he know, those lyrics were actually about him. You giggled as he acted out a soulful rendition of the chorus.

"You know, this whole journey has been a real rollercoaster and there have been times I've wished I hadn't posted that song..."

Pedro looked at you with that puppy dog look of his and you continued "but then I remember… that if I never posted it, I would've never started talking to you, and it makes it all worth it."

Pedro placed his hand on his heart and pouted his lip. "I agree. I'm glad to have met you. If I didn't love this song already, that alone would be enough reason for me to consider it one of my favorites.

You grinned and looked down at the table, suddenly feeling shy. The two of you continued to listen, having long finished your dinner. Conversation flowed easily, and you couldn't help but feel like you were on a date. Not that you had much experience with that, but from what you'd seen in movies and shows, this felt very date-like. And you didn't want it to end.

But as the album went on, you approached the last two songs. The ones you were scared of most. The most vulnerable of the album. 

The second to last began to play.

'It's hard to imagine craving something that I've never had.

Dumb to be so desperate for something I've gone without.

But when I'm alone and thinking to myself, I need it so bad.

I crave it like a drug, but one I know nothing about.

Your kiss on my lips, or any kiss at all.

It hasn't happened yet, no matter how hard I fall.

The years keep passing, but still no love.

The years go by, but still no kisses.

I keep wondering and praying up above,

I guess I'm unkissable, despite my wishes.'

Pedro furrowed his brow, looking at you, searching for something. He read the title of the song, "Unkissable," and looked up again, opening and closing his mouth to find the right words.

"Do-" he stopped himself and pondered his wording again. "Is- are all these songs true?"

You stared at the table, picking your nail against the wood. "Yes."

"You really believe that?"

"... I mean… I don't know… maybe… I guess…" you avoided his gaze, but could feel it.

"And you've never-"

"Kissed anyone before? No. I haven't."

"But you've wanted to?"

"Yes," you whispered, starting to feel tears prick at your eyes.

Pedro shifted his lips to the side in thought before finally saying "well… you're still young. It'll happen."

"I'm 26, Pedro. Most people have kissed by the time they've graduated high school. I just… missed the boat I guess. It's okay. I'm just being silly. I don't want it that bad. We can maybe listen to something else now."

"Hey, hey. Don't shut down on me," he asked pleadingly. "26 is still very young, and don't worry about whenever everyone else has done things. Everyone does things at their own pace. I'm sorry you haven't experienced it yet, especially when you want it so badly, but I know that when it does happen, it'll probably be better than any kiss you would've had with some 15 year old boy you would've had in high school."

You laughed, breaking your tears for a minute. "Thanks Pedro."

"Of course. And hey, don't think of yourself as unkissable. Any guy should be so lucky to be with you. Maybe the guy you wrote about in your song will be your first."

"Maybe… I hope so. Thank you."

While your heart bloomed at the kind words and prospect of maybe kissing Pedro in the future, Pedro's heart began to ache. Not only was he sad for you when you wanted love so desperately, but he also couldn't help but feel sad hearing you want to kiss another man. He wants to be that guy for you. He wasn't joking when he said any man would be lucky. But especially knowing now your true age, 22 years younger than him, he knew for sure your crush couldn't be him. You were way too young to be interested in a 48 year old man. He was silly for even entertaining the idea.

But at least he had a new friend. And as he thought longer, he thought about his best friend Sarah, and her relationship. They have a huge age gap, 32 years, but they're happy. And he's happy for her. It doesn't feel weird with them. Could he have that with you? Or is he in over his head?

The last song on the album began to play. This one was less vulnerable, but if he decided to look at the lyrics and notice patterns, he'd see it in the chorus. 

'People have a lot to say

Everyone loves or hates me

Don't know what I did today

Right now you're all I can see

Only want to be with you.

Please, love me too.'

You're sure the obsessive listeners will figure out the acrostic, and if Pedro looks up the lyrics, he might too. But either way, it's out there. All you can do is hope for the best and eventually you're sure it'll come out anyway.

 This wasn't one you were sure about putting on the album, but when the studio read through your personal songbook, they went insane over it. They figured it out quickly, and they promised they'd keep it to themselves. Luckily they have so far, but if money came calling, you think they'd sell your heart faster than you could say no.

The song, and album, came to a close and Pedro looked up at the screen once again, staring into your eyes. "Once again your music has blown me away."

Whether he put together the end or not, he wasn't letting on.

"Thank you Pedro. I really appreciate it. And thank you for tonight. It was truly special and I mean it when I say it's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. You didn't have to go through all that trouble," you said thoughtfully.

"It was no trouble. You deserve congratulations for your album," Pedro replied with a smile.

Right.. it's just a congratulations. Nothing else. You sighed.

"Thank you. I'm really glad we did this. Talk again soon?" You asked.

"Absolutely. It was wonderful to meet you finally," Pedro said, finishing the sentence with your real name and smiling.

"It was great to meet you too, Pedro."

__________

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[thegnomelord]

was thinking about drawing Ifrit from "Hell has a basement floor" and had some headcanons on his appearance.

on one hand i was thinking to make him tall and burly, built big to store all the mana and power he has, make him built like a volcano.

on the other.... what if and hear me out.... Ifrit.... skinny. tall and gangly, long limbs, underfed, outlines of bones poking out from underneath the skin, sunken eyes for that extra unsettling factor. besides magic does have a cost. maybe it's just your body that needs to be exchanged.

now i thought of the second hc because tall and skinny isn't exactly associated with the kind of brute force Ifrit has but he's still strong even if his lifestyle is gonna put him in an early grave. now imagine when he's finally part of tf 141 they notice that he's not very well in the food and weight department for his height and the amount of energy he spends so... they start feeding him (especially Price and Soap because protect and care hoard/pack)......

i've also been getting into the trope where characters gain weight as a sign of health and living a better life. so yeah tell me what you think

and maybe share your hcs on Ifrits appearance because i don't want to butcher your creation on accident

Okay 1: you have no idea how happy it makes me when I hear ppl want to draw fan art of my stuff :DD, internally I'm like that dog video where the dogs happily tapping his paws lol bc he can't contain his excitement lol. And also yeah, I'm a huge sucker for the trope and your little idea with Price amd Soap tickles my brain.

And 2: man you did some mind reading bc your hcs are actually very close to what I've made up for the lore of the whole au. While I want to overall leave Ifrit's body type ambiguous to give readers some space to imagine themselves in Ifrit's place, Ifrit is 100% underweight with more of a volleyball/basketball player type build, as mages focus on stamina and endurance rather than raw strength bc that can be augmented with magic. Also has stretch marks because their weight fluctuates a lot lol

Okay lore spoilers so if y'all want to find out through the story skip this-

Okay so— magic is increadibly taxing on the body, not just by eating away flesh and creating mage marks as a Mage's power grows, but just by simply existing inside the body magic stresses the body. Because fundamentally magic is toxic to humans, and even mages who have the needed adaptations to utilise magic are no better than our ancestors when they were first learning to stand on two legs.

The best metaphor I have for magic is chemo drugs. They're used to kill a cancer but they also damage healthy cells. Magic, similarly, damages the body by existing inside it, but also is used by mages to heal the damage as soon as it happens. This uses a lot of calories and also why mages have really irregular weights, losing 10kg in a week isn't an uncommon thing.

Someone possessing even half of Ifrit's capabilities would need to eat 3x that of a regular human of the same height and weight. Mages are literally Shaggy from Scooby Doo lol. And that's only to get the bare minimum their body needs, caloric need becomes much bigger if they're active like Ifrit is. So you'll find that many mages, but especially military ones, are underweight and need to regularly get Iv fluids and nutrients to help their body recover from using magic. They also need to eat a lot of highly caloric food, which isn't easy when one of the most common side effects of magic use is puking your guts up.

Most military mages don't reach 30. The average life expectancy is around 25, with active duty (i.e. constant missions and daily magic use) mages lasting on average 3-4 years before their body basically breaks down, but they can last longer depending on how conservatively they use magic.

Now, knowing all that, Ifrit has been actively using strong magic on par with military mages since they were 14-15 years old and while they're not the healthiest, they're healthy as a horse when compared to most mages. The reason behind their continued survival — their mage marks.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

How ROTTMNT reacts to over stimulated reader

This might be a tad bit self indulgent (but made to comfort all). Also appologies if any of these feel bland, exam prep has me tiredd.

Characters: Rise! Raphael, Rise! Leo, Rise! Donnie, Rise! Mikey, Rise April!

CW: None

Theme: General head cannons

Reader: Gn Reader

A/U: None

Premise: Headcannons on how the turtle bros and april help you when you're overstimulated

THIS IS SFW

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RAPHAEL

Raph would notice you're not acting yourself right away

Would guide you to a safe quiet spot, usually his room

Locks the door but asks if you want him there with you or not

If you do he stays and tries to help you calm down

Makes you your safe food and some water

Very cautious about touch just incase it causes you to feel worse

Gives you headphones if your noise sensitivity is higher than usual

If you say you need space then he will guard the door

Tell anyone who passes to be quiet or not bother you

Once you've calmed down you two talk about it

What caused you to become overstimulated, was it something specific, ect.

Helps you avoid certain sensory things that may cause you to be overstimulated

If its during a mission, he'll find a secluded area and keep you safe while the others deal with the threat

Asks Donnie for help, mostly just books or research on how to help prevent overstimulation

Low lighting in his room is now a thing and you thank him for it

Will put on a soothing repetitive sound that helps you regulate your breathing

If your still a bit sensitive to everything around you, he'll act as a weighted blanket

He's trying his best to make sure you're okay

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LEO

Poor dude doesn't really know what to do

Leo tries to make you laugh with his silly jokes but when those don't work he's sort of out of ideas

Does try to comply with your needs though

If you ask him to leave the room, he'll whine about it but leave eventually

Stays by the door though just incase you call for him

Does take some good sensory objects that he can find around the house to give to you

If you want him to stay with you he'll have a hard time trying not to talk constantly

Does ask how you're feeling

Tries to see how much of his voice you can handle as a signifier to see if you're calming down or not

Doesn't push and doesn't yell just humming a random song or talking about his day

Doesn't try to take your silence personal, but sometimes he can't help it

After the first overstimulation panic you had, Leo did research and asked his brothers questions about it

He gets better through each time you become overstimulated and tries his best to help and not make it worse

If you're on a mission or outside of the lair, he'll just portal you back home until you're either ready to continue the battle or you know you won't be able to continue

If you can't continue then he'll stay home with you, much to his brothers dismay

Tries to help you focus on your breathing by doing breathing techniques with you

Actually actively checks for any sign before you end up in a panicked state

Leo wants you to be safe and cope in healthy ways

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DONNIE

Donnie understand what's going on right away

Actually catches signs of an overstimulation panic before it got to the extreme

Will do whatever he can to help

Does not really know how other than basic things like offering solitude and asking if you want touch or not

Does research however after

Actually starts to gain confidence on how to help you when you're overstimulated

Has a sign on his room for when you're using it as a sanctuary

And of course passer byers obey the sign

Does hold your hand if you're okay with touch

Also stashes of snacks are everywhere of your safe food

If you want to be alone in his room then he will leave reluctantly

While you're calming down, Donnie looks for the reason as to why you were overstimulated so he can help you avoid it and let people know

Gives you his sweater because its a cozy texture and it helps a lot of the time

If you happen to become overstimulated during a battle he calls S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to come and fly you away

After the battle he will come find you and try to help you if you're still on edge

Has a special program around his tech to help you calm down if you become overstimulated when he's not there to help

Is very vigilant when you're around something that might trigger you to become overstimulated

Donnie is the most understanding and wants you to feel comfortable enough to cope

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MIKEY

Mikey doesn't really let you become overstimulated to a point of extreme

Has taken the role of the therapist in his family so he has done a lot of research

Mikey also notices behavior changes when you're overwhelmed

If it does become extreme though, he'll text you and have you hide in a place comfortable to you

Not necessarily his room, but doesn't mind if that is the place you chose

Gives you things to distract yourself and to help you calm down

Most common is drawing your feelings with markers and paper

Does try to pay attention but sometimes gets distracted by other things

Mikey is sort of good with the comfort, but his attention goes everywhere most of the time

Does try to stay focused on your needs though

If you need alone time to help calm down he will respect that

If one of his brothers try to bother you, he will "gently" tell them not too

If you want him there then he's gladly to stay

Talks about things to distract you if talking doesn't make it worse

Will text instead if it does

If you become overstimulated during a battle, Mikey gives you noise cancelling headphones and a quick safety blanket

He is prepared for anything when it comes to you

Mikey wants you to feel your best!

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APRIL

April is really chill when you become overstimulated

Does a quick google search to better understand what's happening to you

Did panic a bit because it happened all of a sudden

You two were just hanging out, you weren't having the best day and then boom tears started streaming down your face, words were hard, and you were upset stimming

Gave you her jacket as a way to help ground yourself

You just rubbed the clothe as she stayed close to you

If you needed space then she gave it to you, but wasn't far enough to make you feel unattended too

Will try other things that comfort you and help you calm down

Has your comfort food on hand just in case

She also has cold water on her too

April tries her best to accommodate to you and your needs when you become overstimulated

Finds a secluded area if possible and just is like your guard dog

If you two are in a battle and you're overstimulated then she is full protective mode

Has the turtle bros take care of the threat while she takes care of you

If you two are in a public area when you're overstimulated she'll hide you in an ally and have you calm down there

She takes you home when you're calm enough

Tends to take the more protective approach when you're overstimulated

April wants to protect you and make sure you don't get overwhelmed to often

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[cerise-on-top]

could you write about Laswell and Farah having a s/o that loves to cook/bake?

Hey! Yeah, sure!

Farah and Laswell with an S/O that Loves to Cook and Bake

Farah: She can be a pretty big eater, actually. She can’t always be, and she doesn’t need too much food either, having learned fairly early on how to get by with very little food, but if she found something really good, and there was plenty of it as well, then she could just dig right in and eat two plates full worth of food. She loves the fact that you know how to cook, and cook well as well. Considering her past, there wasn’t always an abundance of food in her life, and fairly often the food she did get to eat wasn’t very good, so she can definitely appreciate you cooking her a good, nutritious and healthy meal. Will eat your food right up and tell you just how good it is every time, telling you how grateful she is to have you as well. While she won’t always be able to conjure up all the necessary ingredients, you can count on her to bring you some of the things she finds, knowing fully well that you can make something incredible with it. Although she isn’t too big on sweets, she will eat the occasional piece of cake or cookie you make. It won’t happen too often, since she can’t afford to gain too much weight, but she’ll eat it. She’s more likely to take your baked goods and distribute them to her fighters as a small morale boost. All of them know you by now and that you’re a great cook and baker, so everyone always looks forward to what you make. Either way, even if she doesn’t often have the time to do so, Farah loves helping you out whenever she can. Sometimes, when nothing urgent is going on, she might play around with you in the kitchen as well. Putting some flour on your nose, for example, while laughing a bit at your reaction. She won’t waste resources like that often, but she is down to clown around with you when she can.

Laswell: While she may not be the greatest cook out there, she can make some decent meals. She used to have a better feeling for it while she was studying at university and didn’t have the money to just buy some fancy food. Back then she would cook for herself fairly regularly, but these days she doesn’t have the time or energy to cook for herself anymore. She never was into baking either, though. Laswell can appreciate you, who loves cooking and baking, a lot. While she won’t always let you cook on your own, she does love helping you out when she can, there might be times where she can botch just how much of a specific spice goes into the meal. It’s better if you do it. However, you can tell her to do just about anything else, though, and she will. Doesn’t complain about it either, it’s the least she could do when you’re preparing such wonderful meals for yourself and her. Always compliments you on your cooking since it’s always a treat. Like Farah, she will also help you out while baking. She has even less of a clue how to make a good cake, but she can stir the mixture until it has a nice texture and add some ingredients according to you. As she doesn’t have the best feeling for how much goes in, she always uses a small scale you have lying around. When the cake goes into the oven, she usually stays behind a minute or two to watch it for a bit. However, she’s also the one who usually checks up on it to see if everything is going well or if the heat needs to be readjusted. She won’t do so without your okay, though. Once the cake is done she’ll always be the one to take it out, afraid of you burning your hand. Laswell is more inclined to eat sweets than Farah, so she’ll always eat a piece of cake or maybe a cupcake if you’ve made some. Gives you a kiss afterwards if your sweet good turns out especially good, which is almost always in her eyes.

[meatr1der]

Ive got you

Juicy x sad!reader

concept: you’re having a really bad day and juicy is in the middle of making a video with the boys.

CWarnings: Very slight Angst, Readers been overthinking and overwhelmed, comfort, kinda fluffy

Note: this is the last non nsfw fic for a while since all the ones i have done or nearly done are all smut (sorry for the wait the holidays and finals make things hard also i have some smut already posted on Ao3 and i might post some that won’t be on here idk ;) )

Your visit to family was finally over yet you still couldn’t shake the condescending tones and shameful remarks. You knew deep down they were all wrong but some part of you wanted to latch onto the hope that if you’d changed maybe they wouldn’t shut you out of their lives as much as they did. What would life be like if you had lost all that weight your mother had said you’ve gained, if you hadn’t disappointed your father with your choice of attire. You were an adult now you couldn’t go hide in your room and wish your parents had payed more attention to you, you have to be strong and get over it no use crying over the past..right? Unlocking your front door and stepping in you felt iffy, but once you heard your boyfriends laughs echo down the hall the weight of all your worries and stresses truly set in. The realizations sending you into a hyperventilating frenzy. You stumble into his office dazed with burning tears rushing down your cheeks.

“Hold on guys..” He mutes his mic before turning his chair around to face you . “Babeee i told you not to come in when im- hey hey are you okay?” He shoots up pulling you into a hug.

“i-im sorry i didn’t mean to bother you i ju- i just i need a hug please, please just h-hold me” you say through choked sobs and desperate gasps. His lips gently lay soft kisses atop your head, arms wrapped around your torso holding you tightly.

“no no it’s okay honey you aren’t bothering me at all it’s okay you’re okay try to stay calm breathe “ He hushes you making sure his tone isn’t too shaky with worry in order to calm you. Your bodies begin to sway side to side slowly a hand rubbing up and down your back. You try your best to hold in your cries as your dreadful imagination conjure up the worst possibilities it could muster.

Why are you bothering him? He was having a great time with his friends and you ruined the mood. Idiot..Why are you so sensitive? Stop crying. You’re just making it worse. Leave him alone. He hates you. He’s not going to stay if you..

Before your intruding thoughts could completely take over your mind you’re snapped back into reality by the taller male grabbing your face making you look up at him being met with a soft smile

“Baby? It’s okay, you don’t need to hold it in. You can tell me what’s wrong, that way i can help.” His tone is so gentle.. almost like he is careful not to say the wrong thing that could send you spiraling deeper into this rut, while also making sure you know he really does care. “It’s okay if you still need a minute. Don’t worry, take your time. Let it all out i’ve got you.“ He presses your head against his chest. The thumping of his heartbeat is slightly quicker than usual but soon you hear it start to relax. The bumping in his chest is always just what you need to clear your head. You let out a relived breath you’d been unaware of holding. Still slightly shaking and sniffing you look up into Juicy’s eyes with a teary smile.

“thank you.” Your voice comes out just a pitch higher than a whisper as you pull him into a quick kiss. His hand reached up and rubs your cheek.

“ Wanna talk about what’s got my sweetheart crying before or after i order us some food?” He picks you up allowing you to wrap your legs and arms around him.

“mmm after please.” You say nuzzling into his neck with a muffled laugh. He smiles still rubbing a soothing hand along your spine.

[777charm]

Hello, nice to meet you! May I request something for Twisted Wonderland?

I'd like to see how Vil, Kalim and Jamil would be like having a reader that cooks and eats a lot of unhealthy food and snacks (sweets, desserts, chips, fatty meat, etc), though they do cook and eat healthy stuff, but never get fat like ever.

Vil, Kalim and Jamil with a Reader who never gains Weight

Note: (Rook, Azul and Ace) AAAAA Nice to meet you too and thank you for this request anon!^^ I hope this is good and that I understood the request good enough :'] I also mostly mentioned american household foods so I hope that's okay !!!!!

Warning(s): talk of weight, but besides that none !!!

Vil

He's confused to say the very least. How??? Are you beating??? The statistics of gaining weight?????? He wants to know your secret immediately. That is until you shrug him off, telling him there is no "secret", and that it's just been that way since you were a kid. He grows suspicious having just seen you eat a whole family size bag of fritos and a coke a while ago. He even enlists the help of fellow dormmates who interact with you on the daily. He asks Epel has he seen you taking any pills, or anything. He asks Rook to (respectfully) ask about your weight, and how you stay so healthy. This man wants—NEEDS a answer to this question, that's been keeping him up during your nightly cuddles. After sending two of his trustworthy "spies", he comes up with a surprising final answer: you are some form of non-gaining weight human...? Yeah he just gives up, deciding he'll never know how you literally inhale the whole fridge inside Pomefiore, and then still end up hungry 30 minutes later. Or how you cook some of the fattest meats he's ever laid his eyes on, making him rethink his diet just for your sake.

Kalim

He finds it amazing. Now he can feed you all the foods he has Jamil make, without having to worry about your diet! Most of Jamil's cooking is on the healthier side, although most desserts aren't. He finds it nice that you, yourself cook sometimes. If he's nearby (usually sitting on the counter, chatting while you cook) you let him taste the food! He finds it amazing, how no matter type of food it is, it's always delicious when you cook. While he himself has limits of how much he can eat, he never limits your eating. The Scarabia kitchen, fridges and it's ingredients are always open to you at Kalim's request.

Jamil

"😐😑😐" is literally his expression when asked by some younger dormmates, does he know your "secret" to being able to stay in "perfect shape". No he doesn't and if he did, he definitely wouldn't share it with this irrational group. He's quick to give them a glare that scares them away, and go along with his day in peace. That is until he himself starts to give into his thoughts. What is your "secret"? If there even is one. Y/N's probably is not hiding anything, just another rumor that came from Pomfiore. Oh how he hated that dorm at times. While helping you cook Alfredo that night, he substantially asks the question that's has been floating around in his head all day. "Y/N? Would you mind explaining this...."secret" of yours, for how you keep your weight the same?". You answer truthfully telling him, it's been that way since you were younger. Turns out you, yourself never put that much thought into it over the years. You just found it to be normal, and ate whatever you craved/wanted. Oh how you confuse this man??? Although he does appreciate your cooking skills in the kitchen, and often you ask him to taste and critique your food. He finds it astounding everytime, that your food is quite delicious.

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Buttercup Reader x 141 things

This is just a brain dump of… dumb shit I think is cute. AAAAAAAAAA. 

⋄⋄⋄ Ghost ⋄⋄⋄

💀  The relief and/or pride this man feels when he sees you making a proper cuppa one day. Like, thank god. It does freak you out that Ghost is kind of watching you intensely while you’re making a tea, but you figure out what’s happening before you finish. He approves! From then on, if you know he’s around, you’ll make him a tea if you’re having one and very occasionally you’ll find a thermos on your desk with tea in return.

💀 Ghost learns about you mostly by watching you. You tend to want to fidget if you’re trying to work problems out and you do have various fidget toys on lying around your working space - the most complicated the issue, the more fidget-y the toy. However, one day he sees you walking up and down a hallway tricking a fucking butterfly knife in your hands (it’s just a blunt hobby one). Before he can say anything, you yell “It’s fake, big annoying problem need big stabby knife.”

He for some fucking reason finds the phrase hilarious , but he doesn’t show it right away. Instead, when you’re helping operate comms, the chatter turns to knives and Ghost says, “Well, sometimes a big annoying problem needs a big stabby knife-”

You are annoyed at him for awhile, that is until he placates you with a simple “You wanna learn how to throw ‘em?”

Fine, you can forgive him for now, you guess.

💀 Price makes you go out to do annoying acquisition meetings sometimes. A lot of military gear you have to go check and purchase and almost all of the sellers or previous owners underestimate you solely because of your callsign ‘Buttercup’. Most end up being okay in the end, some are just straight up dog shit and stay dog. So Price sends Ghost with you to the worst of them, because people tend to listen to you when Ghost is looming behind you with a death stare. 

💀 You don’t do field work, so you don't have a use for a skull balaclava, but you do find a skull pin on your desk one day, which is nice. :>

⋄⋄⋄ Soap ⋄⋄⋄

🧼 Soap likes to lift you up. Like, he just, likes to lift you??? Bear hug and swing you around, piggy back rides - even in the gym, sometimes he’ll nag you into sitting on a weight plate and he’ll do some reps with a big dumb ass grin on his face. The ego on this man. Why is he so strong?? Stop.

🧼 While we’re at it, Soap is also the one who gets you work out on a semi regular basis. You hole yourself up in your office a lot because you do desk work mostly, but he encourages you to go out for a run with him a few times a week at least. It’s a nice gesture and it does help your mental health a lot. Sometimes when he sees that you’re really riled up, he’ll make you throw some punches either at him or a punching bag. If you are fucking awful at it, he doesn’t say a thing about it. You are not a frontline soldier, your strengths are elsewhere, this is just to help you work out some energy.

🧼 Your workshop is littered with little notes. Sometimes its from you hastily scribbling shit not to forget, sometimes its a note cause people couldn’t find you, most times its Soap leaving you a doodle of something. Your favourite one that you have stuck on your main screen is one of a lil smiling buttercup and a lil smiling bar of soap. :>

🧼 One day you ask him to teach you some Scottish phrases and god he gets such a fucking kick out of you trying to fucking do the accent. The others find him roaring with laughter at your attempts and your face is burning from embarrassment, but the two of you find it a lot of fun. Now these phrases are like little in jokes, others kind of don’t understand, but you know what they mean.

🧼 After while you also get to call him Johnny, if you’d like.

⋄⋄⋄ Gaz ⋄⋄⋄

[WHY ARE THERE NO GIFS OF GAZ?????????? GUYS??? HE’S SO FINE THO]

❤ You and Gaz bond through food, honestly. He gains favor with you using snacks. He figures out your favourites the fastest out of everyone. He is also the one who makes sure you’re eating something during your project crunch times because sometimes you’re so focused in your work you forget to eat. Gaz is also probably one of the best cooks in the 141 and definitely the best of Bravo Team. If he’s cooking you know you have nothing to worry about.

❤ Gaz is your MRE buddy - as in if there are any times where you guys have to have MREs and you have different ones, you’ll exchange bits and pieces with each other or just share the good bits. He also shows you some typical ways soldiers mix shit together to make it interesting to consume. Its equal bits horrifying and interesting to be honest.

❤ Collectively you and Gaz know the most trivia out of the 141. You just have so much useless knowledge between the two of you. Everyone knows not to put the two of you together if there is any kind of trivia games because then you absolutely would win, but when you’re put in separate teams, it just ends up being you and Gaz going head to head. Trivia games are just… outlawed eventually because its not fun if you and Gaz are involved.

❤ If you fall asleep in weird places and find a blanket on you, it’s probably from Gaz.

❤ Gaz is the first one to say ‘that’s our Buttercup’ and it catches on. Whenever you’re praised they say ‘Our Buttercup’ and its just so nice :>

⋄⋄⋄ Price ⋄⋄⋄

🔥 You interact with Price the least out of Bravo Team at first. Its a mix of him being busy, but also he’s the Captain and you see him as your Boss-boss, so you’re a little professionally intimidated from interacting with him the way you do with the others. This changes when one day you catch him outside having a smoke and he asks you to sit and have chat with him. At first you think you’re in trouble, but when the chat is just… shooting the shit, you realise he’s trying to get you to warm up to him. You relax a lot more around him, still professional, but a lot less scared to say ‘hi’.

🔥 Price doesn’t quite understand how connected you are to a whole load of networks until one day when he gets frustrated that one requisition request he has keeps getting knocked back. To be fair the requisition is going to a team that Price pretty sure has a chip on their shoulder because of Task Force 141. There were actually quite a lot of other PMCs that didn’t look upon the 141 favorably even if they had to work together on occasion. You ask to take a look at the requisition brief and you hum. “Okay, leave it with me.” Price doesn’t know what you go to do, but he does know the order is approved and he gets it within the week. He does not ask what happened.

🔥 The captain is actually the best person to talk to when you’re not feeling the best. He has been through so much and is a phenomenal leader. When you have any concerns, Price is always there to listen and it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it to placate you. He genuinely listens and talks things out with you. “We’re a team.” He reminds you of that often and with his leadership it does feel like it.

🔥 Price catches you being cold one day and you get a nice scarf and gloves as a gift. You jokingly say “Thanks Dad,” and he just says “At least one of you kids appreciates it.”

[heartandfangs]

I OWE YOU— PART THREE.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, BestFriend!Heeseung, Heavy Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (if you squint)

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jayeun, f!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Arguing, Cursing, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Jealousy, Implied one-sided feelings, Unresolved/hurt feelings, Flirting, Slight slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual inexperience, Sexual tension, Anxiety, Fantasizing, Brief mention of blood and alcohol, Accidental flashing, m!Masturbation, f!Receiving Oral sex, Breast worship, Spit play, Finger sucking, Hand kink, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Underwear kink, Consecutive clit orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Light degradation, Food Play, Cum eating, Implied aftercare, Switch!Jake, Switch!Reader WORD COUNT 8.7k

SUMMARY What’s life like when an aloof girl with a grumpy streak and a guy who’s the human personification of charm become roommates?

In which a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips turns into more than you bargained for from your playboy roommate.

Lucky you if you like strawberries and cream; if not that's okay because playboy Jake does. I needed to show Heeseung some love, so he makes an appearance in a little suggestive scene. He's also the perfect sweetheart when Jake's being a little sour patch.

As always, like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more. ⚰️ (If you get the quid pro quo reference I'm snickering)

TAGLIST (If I missed you hmu)

@skzenhalove, @axartia

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Masterlist

© 2022, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

Jake had broken his number one rule– no kissing. 

He’d upheld it for the longest time, ever since that incident.

Unfortunately, he was already feeling the repercussions of breaking his most important rule. 

He’d thrown all self-control out the window when you suddenly called him out on his bullshit, deceiving you in order to gain your attention. It just had to be right after you unexpectedly expressed such a vulnerable side of yourself in front of him; an asshole move on his part.

Although, he’d sensed if anyone would’ve challenged his lifestyle; it’d be you. When you had yanked him close by the collar and questioned his pattern of living. When you seemingly expressed you wanted nothing to do with his proposal of sex– and yet managed to come to a momentary compromise that only left him wanting more of you.

The taste of you sealed his fate.

When he nearly kissed you he knew he was at his tipping point– the fact that you’d driven him to that meant trouble and he felt pulled in two opposite directions. The need to choose between the two– no strings attached and the desire for commitment– seemed like impending doom, and that was as terrifying as it was strange. He still didn’t know how he’d react when he'd come face to face with you the next morning, no escape from your presence as his roommate.  

Once you disappeared behind your door, Jake gave into his urges. He shoved his shirt over his abdomen and slid his hand down the front of his waistband to tug at his leaking cock. His vision blurred as he wrapped his fingers around the base of it; the familiar weight felt hot and heavy within his hand– the same one that still had the heady scent of your cum on it.

His pace quickly delved into an irregular rhythm as he chased his high; absolutely soaked to the touch from putting you in such a state.

Fuck, he already felt like an even bigger mess than you had looked when you came on his fingers, your sweet pussy gushing uncontrollably. It tore him up from the inside.

He wished you had stayed, pulled him down hard against your trembling body, and felt him up through his sweatpants. Let him slide in between your tight bare thighs until he came onto your stomach with a deep groan.

Or maybe change your mind and allow him to fuck you into the cushions while you dug your nails into his back, your insides tightening around his bare cock, milking him dry completely.

Jake being all too familiar with post-nut clarity knew that after coming down from your high, you would probably choke him out before he even got the chance to think about taking you like that.

Jake’s lower lip slipped between his teeth to stifle a moan.

Fuck, I wish.

You were just down the hall and he wondered if you’d fallen asleep or were listening to him as he furiously got himself off. Why did he suddenly feel shy about letting you hear his moans when he was so unabashedly loud during countless other nights spent with girls? Especially when he was groaning in your ear just moments before, demanding that you call his real name while you came. 

Maybe it’s because in your absence he knew you didn’t really want him that way– not in the way he wanted you.

Unrequited feelings… When has that ever been an issue for him?

He didn’t want to think about the drastic change in your shared dynamic. Would you ignore him the next morning and act like nothing happened? Would he be okay with that– He’d have to be, right? After all, it’s not like you two had an agreement...

Jake’s head lolled back against the couch; he was panting as his hands worked at his stiff cock, twisting at just the right angle and kneading his swollen balls, wishing it was you ruining him instead. He imagined your hands on him, his thighs spread wide, and every muscle in his body tensed with hot pleasure. 

Jaeyun…

The agonizing fantasy of you bouncing on his lap with that beautifully spellbound expression of yours, insides squeezing his cock while your hands wrapped around his throat sent him over the edge. He fisted his cock rapidly, desperate for his release, but more so for your presence.

Jake's hips canted up into his tight grip as his orgasm overwhelmed his mind and body with sweet, fleeting pleasure, his cum staining his sweat-slickened skin.

His tongue darted out to taste iron on his lips; he’d bitten them so hard to keep from making a sound, but your name was like a desperate chant in his thoughts.

He hadn’t jerked himself off in a while, usually didn’t have to. An odd sense of shame overcame him; Jake hoped you were fast asleep, but he was far from sated. After all, how embarrassing was it for a fuck boy to finally get a taste of his own medicine?

There were three things your body immediately craved upon waking;

One: A shower.

Two: Food.

Three: …

You kicked off your covers and sat up to press your forehead against your palm; refusing to acknowledge the third desire– which happened to be the strongest craving of them all and involved a certain somebody.

Having fallen asleep completely nude last night, you shivered and reached for your phone to check the time. You had about an hour before Jake came home from his morning run. Great, plenty of time to take care of your basic human needs and craft your perfect plan to avoid him for the rest of your life.

No, you were not being dramatic.

You were quick to throw your soiled laundry into the washing machine and hop into the shower to scrub down, washing away all remnants of the night’s activities. Steam rolled off your body as you frantically lathered your hair and rinsed off. You hissed upon brushing your fingers over your breasts, and to your horror realized they were sore and tender due to Jake’s merciless treatment. 

You slapped your cheeks before your thoughts could roam.

Stop thinking about him!

Next, you planned to make a snack and then lock yourself in your room. Or would it be better to slip out of the house and run some grocery errands while Jake was still out? Your brain spun with the memories of Jake, or rather Jaeyun… 

Jaeyun. You hadn’t known that he even had a given name. 

You gulped nervously at the memory of him whispering sweet nothings into your ear while his deft fingers massaged your aching clit. The fact that he let you kiss him, and the way he kissed you back, and didn't let up until you forced him.

You shut off the shower and stepped out to glance at yourself in the mirror and take a breath; you hadn't given yourself a chance to really understand what had happened earlier that night.

Eyes honing in on a faint red mark across your throat; you distinctly remember Jake scraping his teeth against your skin when you came, his name on your lips. Your fingers ran over your throat.

You’d have to act normal if you ran into him. Act like nothing happened, even though much more had than you initially counted on. The favor he owed you was way overpaid for, and that was that.

You needed something to ground you– and you knew just the person to call.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you shuffled your damp feet on the bathroom mat to dry off. You slipped on your slippers before collecting your laptop from your desk and heading into the kitchen. Warily, you eyed the time on the screen.

50 minutes to spare, doing good.

Haphazardly, you set up your laptop on the counter then pulled up a screen to call a friend who dubbed you two birds of a feather. While the call rang you quickly switched to another window to play some music on low, then you turned around to search the kitchen for the ingredients to make one of your favorite snacks. 

“...Hey, ___.”

“Hey, Hee!” You called over your shoulder, reaching in the back of the fridge for the container of strawberries and tub of greek yogurt. They both felt light in your hands, nearly empty as you slid both ingredients onto the counter and opened up the pantry. “How are you?”

“...I’m well, just enjoying my morning, lounging in bed for once.”

“Oh. Did the studio have you cancel dance classes for the time being?” You snatched up the brown sugar, a couple of bowls, and picked out a spoon. You quickly got to mixing, swaying slightly to the music.

“Yeah, temporarily since something pretty bad is going around and over half the students got sick just last week. I’m feeling fine, luckily,” he reassured, “As much as I love teaching and interacting with them, time-off is great when I can get it.”

Your friend was not the biggest socialite, but you just knew he was popular among his students. After all, he wasn’t that much older than them being their instructor, and he was an incredibly talented performer.

“Good, your rest is well deserved. And I get that, I have a similar ultimatum at my place right now, trying to avoid getting sick,” you didn’t mention how your roommate was in objection to it.

“That’s smart… and that’s also too bad.”

“Why?”

The sharp scent of greek yogurt contrasting the sweet aroma of brown sugar filled your nostrils; the dip would be divine when eaten with strawberries.

“Since I have some time off, I’d have liked to hang out with you.”

Surprise flitted across your features.

“Really? I’m not sure some of your students would like that–”, You began but your towel unraveled and nearly fell past your waist to the floor due to you rummaging around.

“Christ,” you caught what you could with your flailing limbs. You deposited the bowl and spoon down on the counter, then gathered the towel to retuck the fabric around your chest.

You heard a small chuckle come from him. “You do know your camera is on, right?”

Your eyes bulged as you scrambled to minimize the music streaming app to pull up the call screen that revealed your towel-clad body in the corner window. Heeseung wore an amused expression that he was trying to cover up by hiding his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Oh my god,” you slammed the button to cut off your webcam.

The door to the apartment clicked open, and you flinched.

No. This wasn’t supposed to be happening; according to your calculations, you had plenty of time left until Jake was supposed to get back. Did he go out for a run earlier than usual?

Jake entered the flat, particularly breathless and flush in the face; however, his usual bright disposition was replaced with a rather stoic expression. Until his sights landed on you.

He looked just as shocked to see you, for different reasons. You watched him slowly take in your figure.

Your heart slammed in your chest as you fought the urge to grab your laptop and run back into your room– but you forced yourself to simply breathe. 

Remember to act normal.

In a millisecond, you turned your webcam back on just to have Heeseung’s presence distract you from Jake’s sudden appearance. “Hey Heeseung, I’m– I’m sorry you had to see that,” your eyes were glued to the screen as you noticed Jake’s silhouette go still in your peripheral vision.

Then Heeseung heard the door slam shut off-screen; you jumped, shooting an apologetic look at him. 

Heeseung opened his mouth and then hesitated, eyes looking off to the side. Then they snapped back to his webcam, as though he were looking you in the eye, a mischievous smile gracing his face.

“Don’t be. You’re beautiful,” he said.

Your surroundings faded at that moment; Heeseung’s brown eyes seemed to have grown a shade darker than before. When the start of a snarky response died in your throat, Heeseung gave you a wink.

All you could feel was heat, in your cheeks, across your neck, everywhere.

“I—“

“What are you making to eat?”

You were thankful for the change in conversation, “Strawberries and this amazing brown sugar cream my mother used to make. She usually used sour cream, but Greek yogurt is the more healthy version, I suppose.”

Anxiety controlled your every move, no thanks to Heeseung pulling a fast one on you and Jake stalking about the room somewhere.

You heard the padding of shoes approaching, then the sound of the fridge opening.

Frantic, you focused on Heeseung as he leaned back against his headboard, his dark, messy hair cascading over his eyes. The curve of his neck stood out more, as did his collarbone peeking out from under his shirt on display. Your breath caught at how alluring he looked despite probably just having woken up.

Feeling embarrassed for being caught by him in a towel let alone in the nude was an understatement, but you tried to roll with it.

“Strawberries and cream sound delicious.”

You replied too quickly, “I’ll make some next time we hang out.”

He hummed in approval, “I’d love that.”

An all too familiar hand abruptly reached around your waist to steal one of your strawberries, causing you to stumble backward into the man you most wanted to avoid. You stiffened, overwhelmed by his familiar scent– a fresh aroma with a subtle underlying layer of sweet musk and sweat. All Jake. 

His warm hand on the small of your back steadied you, but you felt apprehensive at his touch. Unbeknownst to you, Jake took note of the way your chest rose and fell at a rapid rate. 

“Did you finish the Greek yogurt?” Jake’s eyes darted to the screen of your laptop, then he dipped the strawberry into the bowl of cream you’d been overmixing.

“I did,” you turned, eyes flickering up to read his face. 

Sweat trickled down his temples and the fluttering pulse at his neck; he looked like he pushed himself harder than usual. You really hadn’t counted on speaking to him so soon and you could already sense the change in your interactions; would he be indifferent?

Jake bit into the strawberry, his tongue catching the juice and cream on his bottom lip. 

The way that same tongue laved around your aching breasts, drawing heated moans from your throat. To your dismay, your nipples hardened against your towel.

“Not a bad combo,” He murmured, tossing the stem into the sink. Just before brushing by you, his eyelids lowered as he took you in from head to toe– sending you a heated look that left your mouth agape.

You heard Heeseung snort.

Recover. This fucker is gonna give Heeseung the wrong idea!

Once Jake disappeared around the corner, you turned back to your laptop.

“My roommate is on a bender,” you shook your head, leaning on your palm, “Our quarantine deal is driving him a bit crazy.”

“Right... What about you? How are you feeling?” His voice was rather terse. 

Oh boy, I’m going to have to set things straight with these two.

“Fine. It’s not that drastic of a change for me. I guess,” you drummed your nails against the counter, “It’d be nice to hang out once the flu season blows over, hopefully soon.”

Heeseung fell quiet for a moment.

“I wouldn’t mind trying out one of those speakeasies you always talk about.”

Your head shot up, “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean if they’re as intimate and chill, as you describe them, I’m down. You know me.”

You were tickled that he remembered when you shared about your solo speakeasy adventures with him on your last call. Despite your jittery nerves, warmth bloomed in your chest at the possibility of him joining you. Company could be bothersome at times, but you knew Heeseung would make your night with his jokes and teasing.

You glanced down and felt a smile pull at your lips, “I’ll send you a calendar invite then. I know a lowkey one with an incredible interior downtown; you’ll love it. A Saturday evening work for you?”

“Yeah, I think I can spare a few brain cells for one night if it's with you. Hey, ___?”

“Yes?”

“Wait for me okay? We’ll talk soon," he watched you nod.

“Of course,” you watched him sign off, struck by his… you couldn’t place a finger on it.

This conversation with Heeseung left you feeling desired, somehow. You felt grateful he handled that embarrassing moment between you two with grace and humor. And to top it off he called you beautiful.

I’ll be damned. 

Heeseung seemed pretty conservative all along, when he wasn’t performing a sultry number that gave you butterflies that is. You always considered dancers to be like actors in a way, and he always put on a show.

While Heeseung was an incredibly patient guy and seemed to have a knack for teasing you, he was also sharp; you wondered if he’d have the capacity to handle Jake and his mischief. Hopefully, you’d never have to find out.

Gathering your bowls of cream and strawberries onto a plate while tucking your laptop under the crook of your arm, you headed into the hallway to hibernate in your bedroom. You tossed the laptop onto your bed and then set down your plate, glancing into the empty restroom across the hallway. Steam covered the mirrors and the scent of Jake’s shampoo filled the air. He must’ve retreated back to his room after rinsing off.

You sure left him high and dry last night, didn't you? Part of you felt a little regretful, but then again, you didn't owe him a thing.

You got dressed in a comfy sweatsuit set then rummaged underneath your sheets in search of your phone. After a minute of looking under your bed and on your desk it was nowhere to be found. 

What the hell? I definitely left it charging on my bed when I woke up this morning.

You hadn’t used it in the restroom, nor in the kitchen as you were on the laptop at that time. You stared at your floor before realization dawned on you.

Did Jake…?

You wouldn’t have put it past him to pull such a childish prank on you. You snatched up your fruit plate and stomped over to Jake’s room; your hands needed something to grip while you confronted him. Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

There wasn’t a single cell in your body that wanted to talk to Jake, not because last night was terrible– but because it wasn't. Your cheeks felt warm just thinking about how he managed to make you feel like time didn’t exist during that short period of pleasure. How he managed to make you succumb to the very things you were trying to avoid. 

Jake’s childish actions angered you, then he pacified your anger with his touch and his words. He left you wanting more, but it seemed by the end of the night it was more than you could manage at the time. That still hadn’t changed; you were planning on giving him space for your sake and his.

You found yourself outside his door and stood there for a good minute, sweat gathering in your palms, making your plate awfully slippery by the second. 

Chill out. This is Jake Sim, your himbo roommate. 

You just knew he had swiped your phone, so you pressed your ear to the door, listening for any movement on the other side. Nothing. You raised your fist to knock but then thought of a better way to get back at him.

Fuck knocking.

“Jake,” you called his name in warning.

You swung open the door, eyes landing on Jake’s bare torso, then the blur of his hand as he untucked it from behind him. He wore a pair of sweatpants and sat lazily on the edge of his bed, looking up at you expectantly. His dark hair was soaking onto the towel wrapped around his shoulders. It was difficult to look him in the eye.

“Hey. Not even a knock?”

Right off the bat, he didn’t feel like his usual self.

You scanned his relatively organized room with hawk eyes, “Where’s my phone?”

He shrugged, tilting his head, “I don’t know, am I supposed to keep track of your phone?"

“It’s not where I last left it and I looked everywhere. Did you take it?”

You furrowed your brows as he ruffled his hair with his towel and tossed it onto his chair.

“Now why would I do that? That’d be a pretty juvenile thing of me to do.”

“We both know it's something you'd do,” you accused.

Jake knew you were trying to be intimidating but you couldn’t have looked less menacing to him in your oversized sweats, clutching onto your cute little platter of fruit. Did you think hiding your body from him would make him want you any less? Did you think it would stave off his desire for you?

Ever since he walked in on you in the kitchen, he was having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Currently, Jake wanted nothing more than to pull you under his sheets and nestle close to you, maybe let his hands roam lazily beneath your sweatshirt and lower if you let him.

But after the way things ended abruptly last night, there was no chance he’d be able to easily get past those walls of yours. Not with your temperamental track record. Based on the way you were fretting about in the kitchen when he came home, he knew he’d have to work for it– work smarter that is.

“We both know you wouldn’t be standing here in my room if I hadn’t.”

Your eyes fell to the floor. He wasn’t wrong.

You were still processing the emotions about what you allowed to transpire between you two. That didn’t mean he had the right to go around hiding your belongings though.

“So this is what you resort to? Playing games and hiding my phone instead of just speaking with me?” You scowled, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You tell me, you sound like you’re on a roll."

“Shut up, you're not being funny. Where’s my phone?”

Jake hand shot out, palm flipped upwards. He raised his brow at your plate, beckoning with his fingers, “Quid pro quo, ___.”

He’s proposing to give your phone back for your food? And the sheer audacity to quote one of your favorite movies at the same time...

You shook your head, shielding your strawberries and cream from him. “What? Why do you always want my snacks?”

Honestly, you couldn’t have cared less about Jake wanting to hoard your strawberries for himself but you were at a loss of words concerning his antics.

Jake dropped his hand onto his thigh and leaned back onto his other palm; the damp skin of his chest and abs were intentionally on full display for you. His legs spread ever so slightly as he inclined his chin, eyes watchful of how you struggled to keep from gawking at him.

The momentary silence was daunting.

“Because it’s the closest I can get to tasting you.”

Your stomach dropped at his admittance.

He enjoyed stunning you into silence every time– reveled in it based on that smug smile. It was such a forward answer, one that you should’ve expected.

“Last night was a one-time thing, Jake. You’re used to that, aren’t you?”

Just as quickly, that smirk fell. For some reason, that stung coming from you. Jake leaned forward onto his knees, fingers threading together in a tight grip.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Why would I make another deal with you? It’s my fucking phone you’re hiding and this is my fucking food,” you stated.

God, you were beginning to sound like a child even in your own ears. At this point, you were well aware this situation wasn’t about the strawberries or your phone. You wished that at its core, it was.

The whole scenario suddenly felt like déjà vu. Would your relationship with Jake always consist of ridiculous arrangements? Even now, you stood on thin ice; there was no such thing as ‘trustworthiness’ in any sense of the word when dealing with a flighty fuck boy, and Jake wasn’t helping his own case.

“Don't you still need to send that invite off?” Bitterness tinged the edge of his voice.

He'd overheard you and decided to play your game.

Your lips pressed into a thin line at his leveraging of the situation, once again. You were this close to spilling your food onto Jake, but that would’ve been a waste.

Decidedly you went straight for the jugular.

“Are you that frustrated I didn’t stay and let you fuck me last night?” 

Jake glanced up at you, that conflicted look of his making a reappearance, “What? No. No, I–”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You dipped a perfectly red strawberry into your bowl of cream, finally tasting the perfect combination of tart and sugary goodness. You took your time chewing, but you weren't able to enjoy it, feeling anger well up in your chest as you approached Jake.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” You paused. “Or are you regretting our kiss? If that’s the case then good news for the both of us: it didn’t mean shit. We can get that out of the way.”

Something you couldn’t quite place changed in his expression, but he was quick to conceal it.

On the other hand, could Jake be jealous of your friend?

The thought had crossed your mind earlier when Jake interjected himself between yours and Heeseung’s conversation, not even acknowledging him. They've never met each other, and while Heeseung knew a bit about Jake, it’s not like he was always the topic of your conversations. You didn’t really want to entertain the thought of what that might mean for you and your roommate.

There was no basis for him to harbor any feelings towards you, but it was still a possibility. However, there was a higher likelihood of Jake acting out in frustration because he wasn’t able to stick his cock in you last night. That was much more believable.

Jake unfolded his hands and leaned back as you neared.

You shoved his knees further apart with your leg in annoyance, purposefully invading his personal space the way he invaded your privacy.

“Are you frustrated? Is poor little Jaeyun’s cock aching?”

Jake hung his head low, exhaling heavily, “Careful, ___.”

You bit off another cream-covered strawberry. “I don’t need to be careful about anything. Even if I’m around a selfish brat with a fragile ego.” 

Jake’s length twitched in his sweatpants, nearly causing you to drop your plate on him. Did he know that you noticed?

He looked up at you from under his thick lashes, licking at his lips, “You should be.”

Shit, he did.

While his hands remained at his side, the way he shifted his hips was telling. How his eyes roved over your body caused your thighs to squeeze together, reminding you of what had taken place just hours before.

“Jake,” your nails dug into a strawberry, “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Jake’s hand sneaked over the front of his pants to shamelessly palm himself through the fabric, the veins in his hands incredibly prominent as he did so. “Why not? You seemed to enjoy it when I did.” 

You were completely taken aback at his behavior until something in you snapped.

You slammed your heel down, just missing Jake's crotch, taking sick pleasure in the way he grunted in surprise. He gripped your leg to balance himself. “Jesus, ___–”

What gave him the right to act like this, all because you asked him for a kiss that just so happened to lead to something more for a single night? Jake allowing you to kiss him didn’t prove that he wasn’t anything but the player you knew him to be; he could've been lying about his weird little rule on kissing. You saw the gesture more so as a ploy to entice you and to allow him to have his way with you. Perhaps even make you feel special.

You weren't falling for it, but his mixed vibes were throwing you for a loop. Maybe you shouldn't have tried to run away from him in the first place and given into your anxiety about the uncertainty of the situation. In the back of your mind, you knew it would've been smarter to approach him first about his intentions than allow things to escalate to the point that they were at now.

But everything was moving at a mile a minute, and truthfully, communication was never your strong suit either.

If you were being honest, your first encounter with him had awakened something in you, something that had always been there but never had an outlet to express itself. Dark and demanding, it seeped into your actions, in the way you took what you wanted from Jake the night before, the same way you desired to do so right now.

You were pissed that he was having such an effect on you– you needed to take back some semblance of control.

“I’m beyond fucking annoyed with you,” You slid the platter off the side onto the mattress, and shoved at his chest, “The gall you have to get hard right now! You know what you seem like, Jake? Like the type that’d cum your pants just from getting pussy shoved in your face. ”

Jake’s cock throbbed at your words. “Try me.”

His response was quick and predictable. You gripped his jaw and he showed no resistance. In fact, he leaned into your touch.

“You’re serious. Why are you like this? I thought we had a moment yesterday, but like last night, you piss me off and lure me in just to offer yourself up to be used. Do you really think this is the best way to earn my trust?” your searched his face for answers.

“Let me make it up to you." Jake slid his palms up to your thighs, squeezing them reverently before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and sweats.

“Such a one-track mind; sex is all you know, isn’t it?” You tugged on his scalp in warning, drawing a deliciously small groan from him, “Just my sweatpants. If you manage to get me wet enough, maybe I’ll think about letting you fuck me with your tongue.”

The reserved part of you was a bit surprised at your own daring words, but you hid your uncertainty with the pretense of dominance you’d only barely exercised during your first encounter with Jake. It was practically non-existent in terms of your sexual life prior to that. You were also aware Jake could flip the dynamic at any moment if he so desired, though you hoped to get away with as much as you could.

Jake gnawed on his lip, eager to have you calling his name again sooner than later, “Alright.”

“Not just alright,” you admonished him.

He recalled you being satisfied with how he addressed you last night, suddenly feeling giddy.

“Yes ma’am,” he amended demurely, pressing a kiss just under your navel.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sensation of his lips on your skin again; the rush of power was addicting. He wore a docile expression, and you wondered just how long that’d last.

His teeth caught hold of the string of your sweatpants, and he pulled back slowly, unraveling the tie at your waist, peering up into your eyes. At that moment, Jake looked terribly adorable; you couldn’t help but run your fingers through his hair.

You hated him for it.

In one swift motion, he left you in your underwear and sweatshirt, already dizzy with the thought of you riding his face and getting the chance to taste you again.

Before Jake let you shove him onto his back he caught your hand, the one you hadn't realized was sticky with strawberry juice. “May I?”

You slowly nodded and Jake’s hot tongue immediately darted out to lap at the dried juices on the delicate skin of your wrist, running over your pulse in a way that had your heart racing. You gasped, unable to help the blood that rushed to your face and between your thighs at the sounds of him slurping at your knuckles. The sensation of his heated mouth sweetly sucking at your delicate fingertips made your knees weak.

The sight reminded you of the way he sucked your cum off of his fingers so shamelessly. You could feel your body buzzing with excitement, becoming incredibly sensitive to the touch.

He rolled his pink tongue between the crevice of your middle and index finger with a flick, dark eyes glinting with mischief.

Realizing what he was playing at, you pushed him onto his elbows and climbed on top of his waist, “That’s enough.” Your clit was tingling.

"Can I touch you more?"

"No... No, I don't think I'll let you."

His voice lowered, "Please, you know I'll make you feel so good. You can use me for whatever you’d like…”

Jake saw the way your nipples hardened under your sweatshirt just from his words; he was counting on it. Still, you wore an unamused expression.

"Prove to me that you can be a good boy; use only your hands to massage my tits until I say so. Think you can manage that?"

His eyes lit up. "Yes ma’am."

You leaned over him, making yourself comfortable on his stomach. "Get to it."

He ran his large hands along your waist, all the way up to the swell of your breasts, gathering the fabric of your sweatshirt higher over your chest. He brought the edge of your sweatshirt up to your mouth for you to hold between your teeth. After a moment, you decided to grant his wish.

"You're fucking beautiful," he sighed, pleased with how easily your nipples pebbled at the insistent circling of his thumbs, “I did miss you last night, ___.”

His words caused you to think of what might've gone down if you'd stayed. You shook your head in warning, mouth stuffed with your shirt.

Don't bring that up.

Jake smirked up at you, continuing to obediently fondle your breasts, his touch growing more and more insistent by the second. He firmly squeezed your mounds with just the right amount of pressure, kneading them in one direction, and then the other, your sensitive nipples rolling under the warmth of his palms, “You got so swollen at my touch, using me the way you did, and the way you will...”

“Mm,” you were beginning to melt under his touch. Your eyes closed, preparing to give yourself a mental pep-talk. Already, slick was beginning to drip from your folds.

Remember, you are pissed at him and you’re trying to teach him a lesson that he absolutely deserves.

That was a bit difficult to do when you were unintentionally gagged and enduring the ministrations of a very experienced playboy, wasn’t it? At least it was self-imposed, somewhat.

Jake was practically watering at the mouth, but while his eyes bore into your body, he was monitoring your responses. He always seemed to be, even when you weren’t aware.

You watched his tongue wet his lips as he gave you a knowing look. His hands inched up the smooth skin of your back, pulling you down even closer. Your breath caught as he tugged the saliva-soaked fabric out of your mouth so you could speak; he gathered it tightly and tucked it in so it stayed in place above your chest.

“You seem like you want me to use something else,” his breath ghosted over your aching breasts, “Want me to guess again?”

Without hesitation, your hand closed around his throat and you felt him swallow thickly. “Why don’t you refrain from assuming and ask nicely; then I’ll tell you whether or not I want you to.”

Shit.

Jake squeezed his thighs together, the bulge in his sweatpants proving to be a bigger issue for him than he thought– boy, were you getting to him in ways he hadn't anticipated. “Forgive me.”

“Couldn’t have just asked for forgiveness the moment I walked into your room, huh?”

Heat flooded his cheeks, and his cock, “I’m sorry, ___. I just–”

You fed Jake your breast, “You're going to suck on my tits until I say so; show me just how sorry you are, Jake.”

Instantly, his lips hungrily wrapped around your breast, like he’d been waiting all along for you to give him permission. It hadn’t even been a full day but you missed how diligently he worshipped your body.

His large hands squeezed your breasts together, allowing him to swirl his tongue in loose figures eights over both your taut nipples. 

A shaky moan escaped your throat, signaling Jake of your immense pleasure. “Fuck, yes,” you praised.

You began to roll your damp core into his abdomen, making him wish you were sat just a little lower down, right over his sore cock. Patience was a virtue that you were forcing him to exercise.

He split his attention between your breasts and began to harshly suck at the one you first fed him, tongue flicking back and forth over your rosy nipple. The intense sensation made you hiss; his teeth would leave a love mark, but you were slowly growing accustomed to his insistence, as Jake demanded more and more of you. 

“Your tits are so perfect for my mouth,” he whispered against your glistening skin, “Can you imagine how good it’ll feel on that sweet little clit of yours?”

Your core clenched at the thought; based on the way he was working on your chest, you had a hunch.

Jake kneaded your neglected breast and teasingly swirled his tongue just around the areola, hooded eyes taking in your captivatingly desperate expression. Everything about your body screamed that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, from the grinding of your hips to your trembling breath and the heat of your skin.

He indulged you, messily laving his tongue back and forth over the center of your breast, then he encircled your nipple with his wet lips, taking more and more of you into his mouth with each tenacious suck.

Another moan spilled from your throat, and your fingers grasped at the sheets in pure desperation as you shook in pleasure. You didn’t know it was possible, but you felt like you were right on the edge.

“Jake, stop!”

He pulled off your breast with a wet smack, shaking his head in defiance. “Don’t tell me to stop,” he huffed. His grip tightened behind your thighs, pulling you over his chest, "Please, wanna make you come so, so badly."

You wanted to retort but instead, you ignored him and calmed yourself, not wanting to come right then and there merely from the way Jake toyed with your breasts.

For Jake, your weight was comforting atop his shoulders and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel just as comfortable when you rode his face into oblivion. Though, he sensed you were a bit hesitant by the way you hovered over him, uncertain despite your initial big talk and attitude. 

How did one not crush a person’s skull or snap their neck by sitting on their face?

That looming thought coupled with the fact that you’d never experienced someone going down on you caused you to suddenly overthink the process.

Jake saw the cogs in your brain turning and wanted to laugh. His hand caressed your thigh, an unexpectedly reassuring gesture that pulled you out of your head.

“My neck’s not that long, baby girl, but guess what is?” You watched him stick his tongue out teasingly with a devious expression, the image of Jake's face trapped between your thighs forever committed to memory. "C'mon, ride my face. You're not going to break me."

You rolled your eyes, despite the moistness gathering between your legs. “I know that– Shit!”

Jake gripped your hips and tugged you down, nuzzling his nose against your clothed pussy. Fuck, you smelled heavenly; he already knew you tasted just as wonderful too.

“You’re gonna enjoy this,” Jake pressed a kiss to your clit through your panties, then licked a stripe against your core, gauging your reaction. His gut feeling that you were inexperienced with oral was confirmed when your hips jerked violently at the sensation.

Then again you could’ve just been sensitive, but that didn’t mean Jake would go easy on you. He locked your hips in place as he continued to lap messily, his saliva and your ever-growing wetness causing your panties to stick against your lower lips. Your plan was starting to backfire but you fought to remain in control, of yourself at least.

He lightly smacked your ass when you refused to stop squirming.

“Relax. If this is too much for you, do you want me to stop?”

“D-Don’t even think about it,” you warned.

Jake’s hands roamed over your curves appreciatively. “Then be a good girl and let me make out with your pussy."

"Why say it like that–"

In response, his tongue insistently traced around your mound, then mapped out the intricacy of your folds, leading to moist kisses on your clit. The fact that he was able to find your sweet spots through your panties with his mouth was still impressive, although he had no problem doing so with his fingers. The more he stimulated you, the more your slick seeped through the fabric of your underwear, allowing him to taste you.

His hands slipped under your sweatshirt to squeeze roughly at your warm breasts, tugging at your erect nipples. You grasped at his hands over your clothing, moaning words of praise at the countless pleasurable sensations you were struggling to keep up with. The way Jake toyed with your breasts was quickly becoming one of your favorite feelings; you felt them swell even more at the roughness of his touch like he prophesized.

Involuntarily, your knees spread even wider on the mattress to grant him more access. Before you knew it, you were grinding your sopping core down onto Jake’s face while trying to remember this was a challenge to get him to come untouched.

“Do I taste that good, Jake? I don’t think I even need to look to know that your cock is rock hard and dripping in your sweatpants, do I?”

He groaned in agreement, the vibrations zipping across your skin. His hands were busy massaging the soft flesh of your breasts, stroking up and down your waist and over your panties.

“Bet it’s more pretty and pink than my pussy, huh Jakey?” He nearly choked at your nickname for him and the obvious effect he was having on you. It was easy to tell that he was starting to get you worked up.

In a moment of shamelessness, you felt around behind you until you caught hold of the ceramic bowl filled with cream. You pulled back the waistband of your underwear to pour the remainder of the cream into your panties, shivering at the way it mingled against your skin and provided a cooling sensation as it spilled into your folds.

Jake was panting lightly beneath you, his hot breath tickling your thighs. Slick covered his chin and his eyes were glazed over with desire; he was mesmerized due to the way the cream mixture dribbled down your thighs.

What a crazy sight, and he wasn’t even the one to suggest it.

“Want you to taste this cream through my panties and make me come. It’ll be a special mix, just for you baby,” you brushed the damp strands from his forehead sweetly, the term of endearment rolling off your tongue easily, “Make sure you don’t waste it.” 

Your words sent tingles straight to his balls, causing precum to bubble at the tip of cock and spill down his shaft, the stain on his pants blooming. His hips bucked desperately against the air, he was terribly affected by the way you thrashed above him despite your attitude, and above all the way you tasted.

So different from his fantasies, so much better.

Jake knew he was coaxing something out of you, something dangerous.

“Do you actually think you’ll last? That you won’t come all over yourself just from eating me out? You were so hard just from talking to me, so hard you just had to touch yourself in front of me,” you taunted, “Self-control just isn’t in a fuck boy’s vocabulary, is it Jakey?”

He groaned into your pussy at your belittling comments. You were right, he was way too close to losing it and he hadn’t even touched himself. He wished you would just tug on his cock ‘till he spilled over your hand and then press a messy kiss to the tip of it.

He ached so deeply for you, whatever you would give him. 

Yet he couldn't bring himself to admit that he's felt this way once before, only once. At least not to you, not with the way things are between you two. 

“Don’t you dare stop until I come."

Jake returned to pleasuring you with zeal, pulling your panties taut so you could really feel his tongue slip over your swollen lips and drag against your slit all the way up to your sweet spot. He focused his attention there, creating a tight suction with his lips to make your clit pulsate.

God, he just wanted to slip your panties to the side to shove his tongue against you and feel your warm insides clenching around him– but he wanted to earn it.

“Fuck, Jake,” your voice shook, “Yes, yes, yes!”

You keeled over as your orgasm wracked through your body at an intensity you hadn’t experienced before, jerking wildly against his face. Through the magnitude of pleasure, you continuously rolled your hips, chasing your high. Blinding light danced behind your eyelids and you couldn’t tell up from down as you clung to Jake’s head for dear life, pleasure bounding through your body.

Soon enough your arms shot out against the mattress while your legs went limp, twitching on top of Jake who roughly gripped the flesh of your ass like you might suddenly disappear into thin air.

“___,” you heard him call your name, breathless.

You just barely realized the sensation of cum running down your legs and soaking the sheets beneath you, no doubt spilling over Jake. You were an absolute mess.

“Sorry,” you panted.

You moved to climb off of Jake and just barely got a glimpse of the blissed-out look on his face that told you he hadn’t lasted either. The lower part of his face was covered in a sheen, and his eyes were glossy, unfocused. He was smiling up at you.

Genuinely surprised, you looked over your shoulder to see his cum leaking through his sweatpants from his spent cock. 

“You actually–”

Your legs were swept out from under you. Jake flipped you onto your back and you could do little to stop him when he stripped you of your panties and dove back down to lave his tongue between your folds, sucking the sweet cream off your swollen clit.

“Jake! Jake, I just came, wait–” You pulled at his hair and cried out as he continued to eat you out with an unmatched fervor, spurred on by how you twitched every time his tongue came in contact with your over-sensitive nub. 

“Fuck, your cum is so creamy, so tasty,” he praised before he spat against your pussy and lapped it up in one long stroke of his tongue, “I’m just trying not to waste like you told me to.”

“Jake,” your voice quivered in pleasure, and you hid your face with your arms as he pressed your thighs into your chest. His iron grip was too strong to break, but deep down you didn’t want him to stop— not even for a second.

“I should’ve known just how nasty you really are. You like it messy, don’t you baby?” Jake smirked.

“Ahn—!“

His tongue dipped into your milky cunt, gentle but unrelenting as he sought more of your cum. The slight stretch due to his wet muscle elicited a delightful groan from you.

“Think you’ll be able to wash all that cum out of those panties we ruined? Or am I really going to have to buy you a pretty new set?” 

His onslaught of teasing sent you into a state of desperation. You moaned, breath hitching even at the slightest of grazes, eventually succumbing to the insane pleasure. Your thoughts were filled with nothing but the way Jake worked open your pussy, his hot tongue swirling against your folds and slurping at the sweetened cum you made just for him.

“Please—“

He watched for the tell-tale signs of your impending second orgasm, for that line of tension in your body, curious if you’ve ever pushed yourself past that point of no return. If not, he’d gladly be the one to help you.

“You can let go, love. Look at me, ___.”

Against your better judgment, you glanced down between your parted thighs, only to meet Jake’s intense gaze as he sucked at your clit, sticky strings of cream and cum attached to his lips breaking every time he released and captured the nerve with a smack. His hands clamped over your tummy, anchoring you to his mouth. 

Eyes crossing in deep pleasure, all you could do was take it.

“This,” his puckered lips grazed your pussy, “Is. Mine.”

Another kiss, followed by another, and another– seemingly never-ending.

Your brain could barely process his words properly, voice rumbling against your skin, “What do we say when we come, ___?”

Jake watched the way your eyes rolled back into your head, your trembling thighs clamped around his head as you arched your back, fingers mercilessly tugging at his scalp. 

“Jaeyun, Jaeyun, Jaeyun,” you moaned over and over, voice breaking into a sob.

Everything came crashing down; you were somehow coming again, your body possessed with wave after wave of pure ecstasy. His tongue never stopped rolling against your pussy as you grinded against him, cum spilling over his lips once more.

How could someone make you feel this good?

Your shaky moans continued until Jake finally released your clit from his lips, and even then, you were barely able to catch your breath.

All of a sudden, something round and unidentifiable rubbed against your pussy lips; you glanced down to see Jake pressing the last strawberry to your swollen cunt, gathering your juices on the textured, gleaming skin of the fruit. The sensation of the strawberry gliding so easily against your pussy made you shudder– it was too much, too tortuous.

"No more..."

Jake twirled it between his fingers and pushed the creamy strawberry past his lips, tearing off the stem to consume it whole. The intensity of his gaze had you fixated on him the entire time, his eyes darkening at your taste while he sucked the opaque liquid off the pad of his thumb.

You whined, letting your head fall back against his sheets. He was insane.

“I love the way you scream my name," Jake caressed your inner thigh and placed a kiss on your damp skin, "You did so well, baby girl,” he whispered, “Such a perfect pussy, such a good girl.”

His praise secretly had you reeling.

Your head was stuck in the clouds and you didn’t want to come back down, but your mind began to clear, exhaustion settling into your body. 

You weren't Jake’s first, nor would you be his last. Whatever this was, it was just a fling, nothing more, nothing less. Right?

Through the haze of your high, you blinked at the ceiling and felt Jake withdrawing from you. 

“I know you wanna rest, but you’re gonna want a shower before you do that. Trust me.” He held out his hand to you.

You didn’t budge an inch. “I’m too tired.”

He chuckled, “A wash cloth is not gonna do it, ___. Don’t fall asleep on me, I’ll be right back. ”

You grumbled as Jake disappeared into the hallway. Your ears picked up the sound of continuous running water; was he actually filling a bath for you in that small ass shower of yours? 

That’s kinda… sweet.

You closed your eyes against Jake’s wishes. 

Just for a minute. 

[bright-omens]

Lmao I love "their autistic angel" in regards to Gabriel/Beelzebub. Do you have or know of any good autistic!Gabriel (or Beez, or any character frankly) headcannons or fic out there?

Unfortunately, I do not know any autistic Gabriel hcs or fics, but I can give you some of my own! Hope you like them :)

So, at the end of season 2 he says "I want better clothes" and I know that was probably just because Aziraphale's style isn't his but I also feel like he just likes the feeling of his suits

He likes the tightness of it and the feeling of being trapped in it

Like pressure. He's definitely the autistic that loves pressure

He has so much difficulty with tone

Someone help him

He'll be dealing with this overly sarcastic person and he'll just be sitting there smiling

"Wooow, you're sooooo fucking bright"

"Thank you! :D"

He also can't tell when people are lying, even when it's super obvious

Like the scene where he asks Aziraphale if Job's kids are his old ones or the new ones and Aziraphale is obviously anxious and lies and Gabriel's like "Oh, okay. Obviously, you aren't lying"

Despite the fact that he's an ass in season 1, I really feel like he's the kind of autistic that genuinely believes everyone is good and would never do anything wrong until he actually sees them do wrong

I feel like he just doesn't eat human food because he doesn't like the way it goes down

If you've seen Steven Universe, think Pearl. If you haven't, basically, Pearl doesn't like eating because she doesn't like the fact that you chew it into mush and then swallow the mush and I feel like that's how Gabriel views it

He does, however, love drinking things, which he realized when he was Jim

But only hot things. He doesn't like the way cold drinks feel when they go down

He doesn't understand a lot of human things and will ask a lot of questions about them

"Why do you guys complain about gaining weight but then continue to consume food that makes you gain weight?"

He offends a lot of people

Mostly on accident though

I feel like one reason he's such a dick is because he genuinely doesn't realize it

Since he views things very black and white he just doesn't see how he could possibly be an asshole and he gets so confused when people don't like him or the things he says

[transbeeduo]

guess who thought of fat Ranboo as they were falling asleep and actually kinda remembers the idea[s]! thats a first!

anyway: I feel like, pre revival, Ran would be very conscious about their weight and body. post revival, they still would, but different aspects; its no longer: "have I trimmed my fur," "should my hair be this long," "am i light enough to teleport and sprint away when i can?"

now, its "is my fur covering my scars yet," "have I actually eaten today," "do these scars look ugly," "does this shirt show the big gash in my chest," etc. they recall hearing somewhere that fur growth speeds up if you eat more, and since they're no longer terrified of having to run at any moment, they start eating more. and gaining more weight. because theyre not eating only a few apples anymore. and who knew they were malnourished? turns out theyre mostly carnivorous. that explains the sharp teeth that never really fit right into the vegetables and fruit, and lack energy, even after consuming cookies.

also feel like they might forget that theyve eaten that day. their memory is worse after revival, so they have issues remembering even some of the most mundane things. like if theyve eaten yet. when they look in the mirror, to their surprise, they don't see a lot of bone anymore, and they instead see fluff, soft rolls, and fat. mostly in their stomach, but their cheeks, arms, legs, etc got a bit as well. to their surprise, they like it!

in a completely different vein of ideas, this one comes from my "Ranboo never actually died, and instead just got really injured because who wouldn't get really injured from a sword to your chest" but maybe thatll get explained more some other day.

anyway, Ranboo gets injured, and Tubbo winds up taking care of them and healing them. Naturally, he starts upping their food intake and potion intake to aide their healing. four apples a day would NOT cut it if you were healing from a wound that bad. so even if he has to mush up food into baby food or blend them into a smoothie, Ranboo is getting more food and calories. thus, weight gain. it makes them healthier. helps them heal faster. im not exactly sure what all goes on, because this au is a wip, but they do gain weight! and in the end, theyre fine with it.

ANON. ANON HOLY SHIT THIS IS LIKE ALMOST EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED IT literally after being revived I imagine Ranboo would be like, REALLY burnt and scarred post limbo due to so much exposure to water splashing and spraying against his little island, and missing a LOT of fur.

I feel like the weight gain he’d have would TOTALLY be due to health issues, along with what you said, they were also REALLY skinny in limbo (not eating for god knows how long can do that to you) so they REALLY needed to get some nutrients in them to start healing properly!! I think it’s literally as you said, Ranboo felt more confident in eating because he wasn’t scared about needing to run at a moment’s notice, and not needing to worry about fighting for their life all the time!

I think a lot of it comes from just like. Feeling at peace for the first time in their life. Tubbo’s okay, Michael’s okay, his friends are okay. And Ranboo’s here and alive and they’re happy and surounded by love…

[crzy-joey]

OsaSuna

Starting his dream of owning a restaurant he had a healthy weight of 161 pounds for his hight... But that soon changed.

When did this happen? How did it happen? He touched his small chubby tummy. His six pack was long gone. He stopped training when he started college. So that was not a surprise.

In his third year of college he started working towards his own restaurant. He always cooked and perfected meals. Making variations of desserts, baking.... He did everything. Not only that, he ate too. He tried while cooking, just to see how the taste changed. Afterwards to taste how the flavours worked together

He always worked on new dishes, new combinations of food and new techniques. He didn't notice how much he was eating. He didn't even notice his body change. Now stepping out of the shower, looking in the mirror in front of him he did. He noticed.

"I really need to cut down...", he said to himself, looking at his pudge. Just to check he stepped on the scale. 170 pounds. That's not a bad as he thought. "That's okay" he said. "Maybe I can keep going like this just a little longer..."

And he did. Trying food constantly added to his waist and to the scale but he avoided the latter. Even tho he saw it and his clothes didn't fit as they used to, he still denied his weight gain.

He denied his portions getting bigger. He always got seconds now. Atsumu looked at him with a questioning look at family dinner with their parents and their partners. "What? I don't eat more than usual. Also I have to do some research for my restaurant", Osamu said. "I didn't even gain weight my clothes just shrunk in the wash or something", he added when his brother started to look down to his Body.

"Yeah right", Atsumu said. He didn't want to pick a fight now. Might as well let his brother believe his clothes shrunk.

Because of his denial but constant weight gain, his clothes were now really tight. His shirt, that didn't cover his gut properly before dinner, rode up to his belly button and his tight pants are even tighter now.

"do we have dessert?", Osamu asked as soon as he finished his second portion. Hesitating at first his mom got up and brought in the dessert. Osamu immediately started on his. Suna still struggled to eat his portion of the main dish so Osamu ate his leftovers and his dessert. After finishing, he took a deep breath. His shirt had ridden up to the top of his belly and his pants popped open.

"are you sure, you didn't gain weight?", Atsumu asked directly now.

"I don't know... I avoided stepping on a scale the last months..." Osamu said honestly .

"Well maybe you did gain a little bit of weight...", suna said, lovingly patting Osamu's gut. Atsumu and Suna were right... When he stepped on the scale the next time, he weighed 255 pounds

Now he was insecure about his body... "Babe what's wrong?", suna asked gently.

"do you even still love me like this?", Osamu asked.

"Baby.... Yes of course! You gained a little weight-"

"94 pounds....", Osamu interrupted

"but I love you. And no amount of weight can change that. I like you like this a lot. I love your body so much", Suna looked his boyfriend deeply into his eyes. He put both hands on Osamu's gut and rubbed his hands over it.

"I love this. This little gut of yours. Also 255 pounds aren't that much to begin with. There is still room up top", Suna smiled, his hands still rubbing his boyfriend's belly. "Let's watch a movie together"

They went into the living room. Osamu sat down on the couch while Suna got some snacks and started the movie. Osamu didn't know that Suna also baked a cake for him. Osamu had three slices. He leaned back his stomach cramping up. He ate way to much way to fast... He wasn't full by any means.

Suna's hand found it's way to Osamu's Belly again. He started gently massaging the aching gut. Osamu groaned lightly. He pressed his stomach against Suna's small hands. Well Suna's hands weren't small but compared to Osamu's Belly, they were.

"does this feel good, big boy?", Suna asked. Osamu just moaned in response, he really enjoyed the massage. The cramps loosened and he could breathe again. Suna's hands didn't stop tho they stayed on his belly rubbing, massaging and playing with it.