#but yeah I noticed I've been doing abs and muscles

[shslpunkartist99]

I'm drawing soft tummies next free time I get

[lynnielovestlou]

cowgirl w abby

▹▹: country girl (shake it for me) -luke bryan

꩜ CW: country!abby , gentle!abby , fem! reader , words of encouragement , praise , slight crying , strap use (r!receiving) , pet names

꩜ synopsis: you and abby live on a farm :)

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"Easy, hun." Abby says, her tone smooth like honey as she guides your hips to situate on her strap. She's being painfully slow, not giving you the friction that you so desperately need. Every time you try to bounce or even sit on it, she grabs you by the hips and pulls you back up. "Don't wanna hurt you, darlin'."

You sigh audibly, loud enough for Abby to hear your frustration, "Please, Abby."

She gently hushes you, suppressing your whines with soft kisses on your lips. At this point, you had become so wet that you couldn't hold yourself up, even if you wanted to. Your thighs were glistening with your slick, practically begging Abby to fuck you as you keep slipping on it.

"Sh sh sh... I've got you." She coos, her thumbs tracing soft circle around your hips and waist, "So damn pretty."

You were starting to become so impatient and overstimulated that your eyes welled with tears. Abby notices almost instantly, stopping her movements completely. The tip of the strap rests right outside your entrance as Abby looks at you with the utmost concern, "What's wrong, cupcake? Did I hurt you?"

You shake your head, burying your face into the crook of her neck, "Pleeeeease, Abby." You whine, hugging your arms around her muscles like she's a big teddy bear. You clench around nothing, your body aching for her.

The top of her cowboy hat brushes up against your head. You could never get her to take that damn hat off, but you never minded. She practically eat, sleeps, and breathes in that hat, "Please what, honey?"

You sigh again, snatching the hat off her head and putting it on yourself, "Let me ride you like you ride your horses." Nobody knows where this random burst of confidence comes from, but Abby seems to like it.

She cocks an eyebrow, her lips spreading into a smirk, "You sure?" You've never been more sure of anything. You nod rapidly, holding onto her biceps, "You're going to tell me if it hurts, alright?" She says, her tone less of a question and more of an order.

"Okay, yeah, fine." You say, looking down into her lap as you straddle her thighs. She has her hold on yours, gently rubbing circles around as she situates the strap to be against your entrance again.

She inserts it into you, letting you adjust to the length before thrusting into you, slowly and sensually. She moans from the back of her throat, enjoying the way your tits move every time you bounce on the strap. You have one hand on Abby's shoulder, the other on the top of the hat as you slowly grind against her lap. Abby's hands cup your rear, giving it a squeeze and thus forcing a moan out of your lips.

"Fuck, you're so tight." She mumbles, still guiding you and helping you lift yourself up. You whine and whimper in response, sinking your teeth down on your bottom lip. She brushes her thumb over your lips, "Don't do that, baby. You'll hurt yourself."

You groan again, a familiar warmth developing in your tummy, "Ab—Abby.."

"I know, I know." She says, rolling her tongue over your nipple for extra stimulation, "Let go whenever you want, darlin'. I'm right here."

She keep going at your own pace, a cluster of moans coming out of your body as it trembles. You go slower the closer you get to reaching your high, being able to feel the toy touch your most sensitive spots. The way Abby's hands are caressing and massaging your breasts makes you lean into her, feeling her warmth as you breathe heavier.

She brings a thumb down to your crotch, rubbing on your clit. This gesture sends you over the edge, coming undone in her arms.

"There you go, baby. Feel good?" She coos, fucking you through your orgasm.

Once it's all done she can tell how exhausted you are, so she takes her hat off your head and tosses it aside, pulling out of you and laying you down on the bed behind y'all.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She says, peppering kisses all along your cheek.

"No, I'm good." You respond, panting like you had just run a marathon.

"You did so good, pretty girl. I'm gonna clean y' up now." She purrs, sending chills down your spine.

[badoobers]

Catching Up

Art by Badoobers

Words Also by Badoobers

Commission for @ewdonottouchme

1

Standing in line for his morning coffee, Dan couldn't help but notice a familiar face, sitting alone and surrounded by several empty coffee cups. From the neck up, Ethan hadn’t changed one bit from college, but his slender and attractive face couldn’t distract Dan from the shockingly large gut his old roommate now proudly displayed. Ethan’s underbelly peeked out from underneath a too small and too tight t-shirt. Dan felt a mixture of emotions at that moment in the café but the most prominent one was arousal. Dan had always been attracted to Ethan but seeing him like this, his large pecs, which were once thrust proudly above his six-pack abs, now rested on the soft slope of his belly which in turn overflowed onto his lap, nearly obscuring his crotch entirely was driving Dan wild. Dan's desire for coffee was immediately overwritten by his need to get a closer look at his old friend and hide his growing erection underneath a table.

As he shuffled his way over to the table, Ethan glanced up from his cup and his face lit up with surprise. They greeted each other as old friends do and Dan sat down, eager to find out what had led to Ethan's sudden... expansion. Dan tried to be tactful but instead blurted out "Holy shit bro, you blew up!" Ethan grinned sheepishly, his face flushing red. He reached to rub his neck, inadvertently lifting his shirt and exposing even more of his belly. Dan crossed his legs for no particular reason, his face flushing red as well, also for no particular reason. "Well you see," Ethan began. "I've got this roommate. He’s an extremely good cook and he has no idea what reasonable portion sizes are! He makes more food than either of us can ever eat and I don’t like to waste food so I uh… well you get the picture,” he laughed. Dan was speechless. How often was Ethan gorging himself to get to this size?? “Yeah, I dare you to come over for dinner sometime,” Ethan said. “You’ll leave thirty pounds heavier at least.” As those words left Ethan’s lips, Dan’s fate was sealed. He was going to dinner.

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Ethan’s roommate Marco was BIG but not in the same way Ethan was. Dan was by no means a small guy. He frequented the gym and had impressive pecs, legs, arms, etc. He was the whole package. And yet Marco towered over him in the doorway, his broad shoulders contrasted by his slim waist which was in turn contrasted by his monstrously muscled thighs and calves. Dan was awestruck. He shook Marco's hand and immediately felt self-conscious. Marco led him through the entryway where Dan slid out of his flip-flops, tossing them crookedly beside Ethan’s scruffy sneakers and Marco’s enormous leather boots which were polished to a shine. As he followed Marco down the hall, Dan couldn’t help but notice the way Marco’s jeans may as well have been vacuum sealed for how skintight they were. His ass was amazing. Equally amazing was the savory smell that greeted him as he entered the dining room. He could see an enormous pot on the stove, its contents bubbling. His stomach growled. Marco apologized and informed Dan that they would be eating at the kitchen’s breakfast bar since their dining room table had collapsed earlier in the week from the weight of all the food he’d made for Ethan’s birthday. Hearing this, Dan took his seat and crossed his legs. 

Finally, Ethan appeared, holding a bottle of wine and 3 glasses. Dan watched in anticipation as Ethan poured the three of them tall glasses of wine and Marco set out two large ceramic bowls and filled them to the rim with a thick, creamy broccoli and potato soup which he finished with a heavy sprinkle of cheddar cheese and bacon bits. “Aren’t you eating too,” Dan asked, confused. “I had some earlier,” Marco said with a dismissive wave of his giant hand. Satisfied, Dan began to eat.

The moment the spoon passed his lips it was bliss. The soup was rich and savory, the potatoes melted on his tongue and the broccoli allowed him to pretend this was at least somewhat healthy. In the blink of an eye, his spoon was scraping the bottom of the bowl and he felt somehow hungrier than before. Before he could say anything, Marco swooped in and whisked away his empty bowl, setting it back down refilled with soup. Without hesitation, Marco began to eat again. A few bowls later there was a ding. Marco, equipped with oven mitts, opened the oven and the room filled with steam and the smell of freshly baked bread. In his hands, Marco now held the most incredible baguette. Everyone took a deep inhale and sighed. This was heaven. As he waited for Marco to dish out pieces of bread, he glanced over at Ethan. He flushed bright red. Ethan had his head tilted back, the bowl raised to his lips, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he chugged the soup. No wonder he’s gotten so fat, Dan thought. Ethan had transformed into a complete glutton! Dan watched as Ethan’s belly expanded with each gulp. He crossed his legs harder. 

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Dan spent the rest of the meal, glancing at Ethan as he consumed more and more of the soup, the gentle slope of his belly turning into a solid curve. He was so busy admiring his friend that he didn’t even realize how much soup he was packing away himself. His already snug tank top had grown even tighter around his middle and his six-pack had completely vanished. While he waited for Marco to fill his bowl again, he took a sip of his glass of wine and heard something tear. Glancing down he realized his tank top had split ever so slightly at the seam. This turned him on immensely. When Marco returned his once again filled bowl, Dan ignored his spoon completely and lifted the bowl to his lips… 

It was truly an amazing feeling, the warm, thick soup pouring down his throat and filling his already full stomach. He was beginning to feel it now, that tension, the tightness of his clothes and the tightness of his skin, stretching to accommodate the constantly expanding amount of food as he continued to gorge himself. He heard another tear and it only motivated him further. As long as Marco kept bringing him soup and bread and wine, he’d continue to eat, and eat, and eat. 

But finally, as much as he wanted to continue, he was completely and utterly full. He leaned back in his chair and let out a polite burp and rubbed his engorged belly. It felt so good. Ethan was even more impressive. He had transformed from a fattened ex-jock to a complete blimp, his belly filling his lap, groaning and gurgling. His skin was taut and red, angry at the amount of food he’d forced into it. Dan couldn’t find the energy to hide his arousal, his erection was enormous, and so too, he noticed, was Ethans. Ethan moaned, stroking his cartoonishly swollen gut. He felt ready to burst and was pleased to see Dan was in a similar state. Leaning forward he pressed his hand against Dan’s belly and whispered, “Feels good, doesn’t it… fatty. Dan was so full all he could do was nod. He opened his mouth and let out an enormous belch. The relief he felt was tremendous. He opened his mouth again, this time to speak. But before he could manage to say anything, Marco hollered, “Who’s ready for dessert!”

Dan’s eyes widened. There was no way he could eat anything else, he’d explode! But the moment Marco pulled that pie out of the oven, his fate was sealed.

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They ate dessert in a daze, forcing down slice after slice of berry pie smothered in melting globs of vanilla ice cream into their already maxed-out stomachs. Marco seemed to be completely oblivious to his friends' sexually charged struggle, chipperly bringing each of them a seemingly endless supply of food. He did join them in enjoying a large slice of pie but everything else was for Ethan and Dan.

Ethan began to feel queasy but felt Dan’s hand on his much too full gut. “Not giving up yet are you,” he said between burps. Ethan shook his head, resolute. They would finish this together. Adjusting their seats, they sat each with an encouraging hand on the other's belly and dove right back in. They could feel each other's bellies grow more and more as they ate, their warm skin growing tighter and overstretched. Dan felt a cheeky grab of his dick which he would have reciprocated if he could have reached Ethan’s own dick which had been buried under his fat quite some time ago during the meal. 

Finally, it was over. The two sat there sweating, leant back, unable to find any relief from their overindulgence. Hearing Ethan’s chair creaking, Dan suggested they move to the couch, a feat which was easier said than done. With great effort, Dan got himself on his feet, letting out a tremendous fart. Ethan began to laugh but he was cut off by an enormous belch. They really were a perfect pair. Dan helped Ethan out of his chair and supporting one another, they waddled to the living room. Ethan peeled off his straining and torn t-shirt and immediately collapsed onto the couch, sprawling his limbs and groaning. Dan followed suit, pulling off his tank top. With no room on the couch, Dan slumped onto the floor and began to rub his swollen middle in a useless attempt to soothe it. 

“So… full..” Ethan whined. “Rub my belly for me… please…” How could Dan deny such an earnest plea? Ethan pulled in his legs and Dan hoisted himself onto the couch where he began to rub Ethan’s gut. It really was impressive just how enormous he was. He was fat beforehand, sure, but now he was a behemoth. Feeling both Dan's hands soothing him, Ethan could only moan softly.

“Hey guys,” Marco said from the kitchen. “Sorry about dinner, I’d have made more food if I’d realized the both of you would have such hearty appetites! I’ll be sure to make more next time! Anyways, it’s gonna take a while to wash all these dishes, so you two can go ahead and watch a movie or something, ok?”

Hearing this, Dan figured they’d be left alone for a while and pressed his dick into Ethan’s firm underbelly, his hands sliding down onto Ethan’s chest. He squeezed his meaty pecs and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

Ethan grabbed Dan’s waist and pulled him right on top of him, their round bellies squished together. The sudden pressure caused both of them to burp loudly right in each other’s faces. Then they leaned in for a kiss… but unfortunately, they couldn’t reach. “Why don’t we take this to my room,” Ethan said with a sly grin. “We can do a lot more in there.” Dan turned bright and nodded rapidly. He slid off of Ethan and helped him to his feet and they waddled down the hall to Ethan’s bedroom. 

Finally, alone they could stop undressing each other with their eyes and undress each other for real. It was an incredible relief to slip out of their tight and torn clothes, all of their girths now out in the open, on full display for themselves. It was an amazing feeling. They clasped hands and fell onto the bed, the metal frame creaking in protest. Dan passionately kissed Ethan’s belly, moving further and further south each time until he reached… Ethan moaned loudly. 

Marco hummed cheerfully to himself to the rhythm of Ethan’s creaking bed. With the dishes all done he could start preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. From what he could hear, Dan would be staying the night. Suddenly there was a loud crash. It would seem Dan and Ethan were a bit too much for that old bed frame. Marco knocked his large fist on the door. “I suggest you two use my bed for now,” he said. “The frame is much sturdier. Anyways, I’m going back to the kitchen now so do what you need to do.” 

Marco resumed his breakfast preparations and Dan and Ethan resumed whatever it was they were doing on a much sturdier surface. 

[20-th-centurygirl]

watching you watching me

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: smut

a/n: written for my beloved @judeswhore , based on this ask by @judethluvr on her account. this idea has me dizzy and if i could live this life then i would happily become a gym rat x

this also ended up becoming way longer than i planned but yolo 🤭

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Dating an athlete came with numerous perks, and jude's figure was one of them. Being with jude had pushed you to become a self proclaimed gym rat but you'd never actually worked out with him. But in this moment you were questioning why.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from Jude, the way his skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his biceps and the muscles in his thighs flexing in a way that made you dizzy. The thin, white top he was wearing was sticking to his skin and you could faintly see his abs through it, and his stupidly tiny shorts that displayed both his thighs and cock perfectly were making you feral. You couldn't focus, the sit ups you were doing had been long forgotten as the dirty thoughts running through your head took full control.

He'd noticed your staring out of the corner of his eye, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He turned to face you as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head and flinging it across the room. Without breaking eye contact with you he grabbed a bottle of water, taking a large gulp before pouring some on his head. Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you watched the water drip down his chest. "You're catching flies baby" he spoke, pulling you out of your trance.

You closed your mouth as you tried to shift your focus back onto the task you'd started but you just couldn't. The way his biceps moved everytime he curled a weight was driving you absolutely insane and you couldn't stop thinking about his muscles flexing like that by your head as he was ontop of you. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours angel?" He questioned, moving to stand above you. The way he was towering over you somehow had your underwear even more soaked than it originally was.

He reached down with his hand out to help you stand as he guided you over to the bench on the other side of the room. He sat you down on his lap, both of you facing the large mirror opposite. He maintained eye contact with you through the mirror, his gaze burning holes into you. "I asked you a question" He said a little louder, squeezing your thigh gently. "I was thinking about how good your thighs looked, the way your arms looked, your abs with the water dripping down them, your hands, the way your fingers curled around the weights" you mumbled, your face flushing as jude still stared into your eyes, his cocky smirk growing impossibly larger.

"That all? Or did you have any other ideas?" His eyebrow raised. "I um, I was thinking about how your fingers would look and how good they'd feel in ms, how your thighs would feel if I was riding them and how good your arms would look by the side of my head" you whispered, your face flushing impossibly redder. Judes hand began to trace shapes on your bare thigh, nudging closer to where you so desperately wanted him. "Oh yeah?" He whispered into your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His hand travelled up to the waistband of your shorts, dipping in to rub small delicate circles on your clit over your underwear. "Yeah. Need you so bad jude" you whined. "I know, I can feel it" He teased and you pulled a face at him in the mirror. "Don't get all bratty with me sweetheart, I'm more than happy to just leave you here and carry on" His voice and gaze more stern as he halted his hands actions. "No please". The grin returned, the knowledge that he had complete control and could get you so worked up satisfying him immensely.

He slipped his middle finger into your underwear, groaning at how wet you were. "Fuck, you're so wet and I've not even touched you". You mewled in response as he continued circling your clit at an agonisingly slow pace. "Jude" you whined, his pace borderline torture. "What do you need baby?" "Need you to finger me. Please jude" you couldn't decide if you were more embarrassed or turned on but you went with the latter. "Anything you want angel. Take these off for me" he gestured to your shorts and underwear and for the third time your face went bright red.

You lifted your hips up so jude could pull them both down, leaving them pooling at your ankles. "You can keep this on, it still shows what I wanna see" He gestured to your small sports bra that admittedly covered very little. You sat in the middle of his spread legs with your own still clamped shut. You weren't sure why you felt so embarrassed, you and jude had seen eachother naked more times than you could count, but this was different and you felt alot more vulnerable.

Jude picked up on your hesitance "if you don't wanna you don't have to, we can do something else" He whispered, placing a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear. "No it's okay, it's just different" you shot him a reassuring smile in the mirror and he leaned down to place several delicate kisses on your neck as he gently nudged your legs apart. He began sucking on your neck, occasionally biting before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.

His fingers flicked your clit a few times before he effortlessly slid his middle inside you. He swiftly added a second, curling them deep inside you. Your head lolled back against judes shoulder as you let out a loud moan of his name. He gripped your chin, lifting your head up "uh uh, watch yourself in the mirror baby. Watch yourself come undone on my fingers" you bit your lip, the eye contact he was strongly keeping was making you dizzy. His thumb rubbed at your clit as his grip on your chin stayed strong. "Fuck jude. Feels so good". You couldn't help but let your eyes flutter shut but they flew open when jude halted his actions. "What did I say? Keep your eyes on me or I stop" He grunted. " 'm sorry just keep going please" jude carried on, hitting the spots deep inside you that had your toes curling. You gripped his thigh "fuck jude 'm so close. don't stop please" you whined, a string of breathy moans tumbling from your lips. Jude went faster "you look so pretty right now, cum on my fingers baby, let go for me" your head tipped back and jude allowed it, his only goal now to make you feel good. He whispered string of praises in your ear, that combined with the way he was driving his fingers deep inside you and his now hard cock pressing against your back sent you into a frenzy and you came unexpectedly all over his hand, practically screaming judes name.

You stayed in that position, your eyes closed, chest heaving as you rested against him. Jude gently removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth for you to suck on them. You took them in your mouth straight away, swirling your tongue around them gaining a moan from jude. "Fuck. Want you to do that around my cock". You smiled around his fingers, moving to straddle him. "No, I'd rather ride you". Jude bit his lip as you pulled down his shorts and boxers before pulling off your sports bra so you were both fully naked.

You sat yourself down on him, both of you gasping in unison. "Fuck, look at you in the mirror" Jude moaned out, the sight of you clinging onto him driving him insane. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands rested on your hips, gently moving you at a rhythm that he liked as you pressed your lips to his neck. "Jude fuck. Feels so good" you whimpered and jude groaned in response, bucking his hips up into you. Your nails clawing at his back and you clenching around him had jude seeing stars. "Fuck baby, 'm gonna cum" he mumbled directly into your ear and you could only moan in response, feeling your own orgasm approaching. Jude moved one of his hands down to rub your clit in an attempt to get you there faster. You let out a loud whimper of his name followed by a string of curses as you came for the second time, triggering judes orgasm as he bucked his hips up a few times before letting go inside you. His grip on your hips didn't let up, his hands holding you close to him as he peppered your hair with kisses.

"That's one way to workout" jude teased as he tickled your sides, you reaching up to flick the side of his head in retaliation. "Only joking, I find it hot when you workout too baby, especially in those shorts" He mumbled. "It's just those slutty shorts, not sure what you're expecting from me". Jude huffed out a small laugh "maybe I put them on just for you". You said nothing, instead nuzzling yourself further into jude, not wanting the closeness to end, ever.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Swim

G/N. Fluff. Missed this menace.

Finally. After all the time.

There's a sport that Taehoon doesn't excel at.

That he looks sorta pathetic doing. A fish out of water, except... Literally. Or maybe literally the opposite.

Seong Taehoon is a pretty atrocious swimmer. Sure he can swim, but he's neither fast nor skilled. Which is surprising considering his height and his long limbs; his strong shoulders and wide back and legs no one wants to be on the receiving end of.

You outlasted him after lengths and lengths of the pool with breast stroke. You're far quicker at front crawl and somehow he doesn't float particularly well for backstroke.

(Neither of you can do butterfly for shit, but that's a stroke for the weirdos or the gifted, likely both, so you ignore that.)

It's hilarious, and his silent outrage at his un-athleticness makes it all the funnier. Mood growing surlier as your swimming session goes on, only staying due to competitiveness and denial.

You do nothing to help. Taunting and teasing, mocking and provoking. So much so, that even you in your swimwear doesn't uplift him anymore.

Taehoon's saving grace is, he's a pretty comma atrocious swimmer.

And heavens, is pretty an understatement.

He's distracting enough when you're out and about together, fully clothed. Strip him of his jeans and jackets and even the absurdly tight shirts; put him in a pool and in swim trunks... Well.

There is hard muscle as far as the eye can see and legs that go on for miles. Rivulets running down his chest and highlighting his abs. Skin tantalising, flushed with exertion and cheeks tinged pink.

Even the stupid mullet that you at first tolerated, then grown fond, is slicked back. His hair, maybe for the first time ever, is hot. Oh so pretty features on full display and you know everyone here has given Taehoon at least a glance.

If you weren’t so obviously better than him, consistently beating him in the water, you would have no doubt had trouble keeping your hands off him.

"Let's go," he says, interrupting your ogling and shoving you towards the ladder.

"Taehoon~" you whine, trying to plant yourself to no avail, and he gives you a look, "Don't you wanna swim a bit more?"

"I've had enough of your gloating, you lil asshole," he gives you another push, "and enough of people staring."

"You're too pretty for your own good," you scoff, "Cry me a river."

Taehoon exhales, short and sharp to signal he's at the end of his patience with you. It takes a good while longer to get there than for other people, yet he gets there nonetheless.

"I mean at you, dumbass."

"Oh," You notice him practically snarling at a group of boys nearby who have been looking for a moment too long.

"Yeah oh,” he mimics, “Now let's get the fuck out of here."

"Like you care," Taehoon might be right, but why give up the chance to poke the bear one last time? "You're only saying that because you're a sore loser."

He narrows his eyes, displaying full well his annoyance. "You want me to beat your ass?"

"Only if you can catch me!" You kick off the side and start swimming away at speed.

Taehoon shouts, swallowing a mouthful of water as he ungracefully cuts through the water.

"You fuck-!" Cough, sputter. "Get back here!"

[stuffedteen]

Pizza Dreams 🤤

Once upon a time in a small town in America, there lived a young, fit guy named Tony. He had the kind of abs you could grate cheese on and biceps that could lift a pizza truck. But that was all about to change...

One sunny day, Tony decided to take a break from his usual protein-packed diet and go for something different. He strolled down the street, and the delicious aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air. It led him to a place called "Pepe's Pizza." Tony thought, "Why not? A cheat day wouldn't hurt."

He walked into the pizzeria, and the moment he stepped through the door, the intoxicating scent of pizza enveloped him. Tony couldn't resist the temptation. He ordered a large pepperoni pizza and sat down at a table. Little did he know; this would be a life-changing decision.

As he devoured the slices of pizza, a strange feeling began to wash over him. It was as if every bite was filling him with warmth and satisfaction. Unbeknownst to Tony, something magical was happening. The pizza at Pepe's had a secret ingredient, and it wasn't just the love of cooking.

Hours turned into days, and Tony couldn't stop eating at Pepe's Pizza. The more he indulged, the more he felt like he was on cloud nine. He didn't notice the gradual expansion of his waistline or the softness that was beginning to take over his once rock-hard body.

One day, as Tony sat at his usual table, chowing down on yet another pizza, the waiter, a friendly guy named Arthur, couldn't help but notice his transformation. "Tony, you've been coming here every day, and you've changed so much. You've gained weight," he said, unable to hide his concern.

Tony, with a mouthful of pizza, looked at Arthur quizzically, "Weight? Nah, I'm still as fit as ever."

Arthur couldn't believe his eyes. Tony had put on quite a few pounds, and his chiseled abs were now hidden under a soft layer of doughy goodness. Arthur realized that the magic of Pepe's Pizza had taken hold of Tony, but Tony remained blissfully unaware.

Days turned into weeks, and Tony's daily visits to Pepe's continued. His once-impeccable physique was now a distant memory. His firm muscles were now plush, and his biceps had become less about lifting weights and more about lifting another slice of pizza to his mouth.

One day, as Tony struggled to button up his pants, he finally realized the extent of his transformation. He stood in front of the mirror, gazing at his round belly and love handles. It had happened gradually, but now he couldn't deny the truth.

And as he stared at his reflection, a strange thing occurred - he found himself incredibly attracted to what he saw. The rounder, softer version of himself had a certain charm that he couldn't resist. He chuckled, "Guess I've got a new kind of six-pack now."

Arthur, who had been watching his transformation with increasing interest, smiled as he overheard him. Arthur approached Tony and said, "Tony, it seems you've discovered the magic of Pepe's Pizza, and you like what it's done to you."

Tony nodded, "Yeah, I guess I do. I can't resist the pizza, and I kind of like this new look."

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 18

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“Rúben…”

“Uhm…”

“I thought we were watching a movie. Netflix and chill, you know?” I giggled.

“We were. But the movie is boring and I’ve missed you. Kissing your neck is way more entertaining.”

“I was away for just two days, and you are doing more than just kissing my neck.”

“My hand may be going places, yes” he smirked. “Do you want it to stop?”

“I don’t, no.”

“Good” he said, going back to what he was doing.

“But maybe we could go somewhere a bit more comfortable?”

“My sofa is very comfortable.”

“I know, but…” I said, biting my lip to try and stay focused. “I like your bed better.”

“Alright then” he said, picking me up and carrying me over his shoulder.

“Rúben!” I said, laughing and hitting him on the back, his reply being pinching my butt. 

When we made it to his room, he threw me on the bed, following right after and putting himself on top of me, kissing my lips, my jaw, my neck, his hand going everywhere under my clothes.

 “Where did all this motivation come from?” I whispered.

“You.” 

That was his only reply as he started undressing me, leaving kisses everywhere.

“Wait” I said after he got rid of his t-shirt. “I want to see you. Like, properly.”

“Ok” he said with that smirk of his, moving us both so I was sitting on top of him. “Better like this?”

“So much better” I said, running my fingers over his arms. “You are unreal, you know?”

“What?” he laughed, his thumbs making circles on my thighs and sending goosebumps all over my body.

“You are unreal. Look at this” I said, my fingers now on his chest, following the shape of his muscles. “This can’t be real. And this…” I said, now touching his abs. “Even while laying down they look perfectly defined.”

“There is something else that is gonna get perfectly defined if you keep moving like that.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed where you are sitting, have you?” he said, trying to hide a smile.

“I… Oh.”

“I don’t mind it, tho. I like it.”

“I also like the idea” I said, feeling my face burning.

“Then you know what to do.”

“I actually don’t” I chuckled.

“I’ll guide you” he said, grabbing my hips with his hands and moving me against him, the feeling making us both gasp. “Do you trust me?”

“I do, Rúben. You know that I do.”

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"Are you nervous?"

"A bit, yeah, not gonna lie. You?"

"I'm shitting myself" Lucy said. "Imagine that you and Rodri don't like each other!"

"We will, don't worry." 

"Ah!" she half screamed when someone rang the doorbell. "That must be them. How do I look?"

"Beautiful. What about me?"

"Gorgeous" she said with a big smile before going to open the door. "Hello, Rúben. Hello, you."

"Hello, you" Rodri replied. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too" Lucy said, leaning forward to kiss him. 

"If you'll excuse me" Rúben said behind them, rolling his eyes and walking into our apartment. "Hi there."

"Hi" I replied. "Am I also getting a hello kiss?"

"Of course you are" he said with that smirk of his that I loved so much. Behind us, we could hear Lucy giggling like a teenage girl. "I didn't know they were so..."

"Cheesy?" I chuckled.

"Yeah" he said, turning around to look at them. Rodri had both his hands on Lucy's bum, firmly grabbing it while kissing her. "I thought we were going out for dinner, that dessert came after."

"Are you jealous, Dias?" Rodri asked.

"He's actually right" Lucy said, running her fingers up and down his chest. "We'll continue later."

"We better" he replied with a mischievous smile, taking her hand and walking towards the lift.

"Kids" Rúben sighed, rolling his eyes again. "Shall we?" he said, offering me his arm, this time making me giggle like an idiot.

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"We need to do this again" Lucy said. After a very successful dinner, we had gone back to our apartment to have one last drink. 

"We certainly do" Rodri said, kissing her. They had been like that all the time, constantly kissing and being affectionate with the other. PDA wasn't an issue with them.

"Yes, we do" Rúben said, trying very hard to not roll his eyes while they kept kissing. "But now it's time to go home."

"What? Already?" Lucy said.

"Already. We have training tomorrow first thing in the morning, and remember what Pep told us" Rúben said, looking directly at his teammate. "No extra activities."

"What does that mean?" Lucy asked.

"No sex until we've played on Sunday. That game it's all or nothing, we must be focused" Rodri said.

"Really? He forbade you to have sex?" she said.

"He just suggested it, but yeah" Rodri shrugged.

"I don't like him" Lucy replied, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I'll make up for it, I promise." And then, they were back at it, kissing and not caring that Rúben and I were in front of them.

"Rúben, why don't you help me tidy up?" I said, getting up from the sofa and picking our glasses.

"Gladly" he grunted.

"Why are you acting like this? Are you jealous about Rodri not having eyes just for you anymore?" I asked him when we walked into the kitchen.

"I'm not jealous, put that eyebrow down" he said, trying not to smile.

"Then what is it? You aren't against PDA."

"I'm not, no. But they are too much."

"Maybe. But they look so happy... And Lucy deserves it."

"She does. They both do, to be honest."

"Should we let them alone and enjoying themselves for a bit longer?" I asked.

"And do what while we wait?" Rúben said, slowly moving towards me.

"I don't know" I shrugged. "What they are doing looks interesting."

"It is very interesting. Do you want me to show you?" he replied, now being the one arching an eyebrow.

"Go ahead" I said as he lifted me up and sat me on the kitchen's counter, my legs around him. 

"Comfortable?"

"My butt is getting a bit cold"

"Then I better start making you hot" he said before kissing me.

"Wow, wow, wow" Lucy said behind us. "Not in my kitchen!" 

"We haven't had time to do anything. Yet" Rúben said. We had been kissing for less than a minute when she came in. Or at least that was what it felt like.

"Good. It's time to go, come on."

"Already done with your make out session?" Rúben asked, helping me get down from the counter.

"I'm afraid so" she replied. 

"At least they got to enjoy one" I said to myself.

"I heard you" Rúben whispered to my ear as we followed Lucy into the living room, pinching my butt and making me jump. 

"Everything ok?" Rodri asked.

"Peachy" Rúben said, laughing at his own joke.

"Will I get to see you tomorrow?" Lucy said, hugging Rodri.

"Not sure. We need to be focused, remember?"

"Meh, meh, meh" she replied. "No sé cómo voy a sobrevivir a esta noche sabiendo que vas a estar durmiendo al otro lado de esa pared y que no podemos estar juntos."

"Si ella puede sobrevivir todos los días, tú también" Rodri said, kissing Lucy's nose.

"What did they say about you?" Rúben asked me. "I only understood half of it."

"Lucy was complaining about knowing that he was going to be sleeping on the other side of that wall and not being able to be together. And Rodri said that if I could do it daily, so could she."

"Have you ever felt like that? Like... Wanting to be with me, knowing that there was just a wall between us, but not being able to?"

"Yes, sometimes. Especially when you were mad at me."

"I was never mad at you. Pissed, definitely. But not angry. You didn't do anything wrong" he said, putting a lock of hair behind my ear and looking at me in a way he hadn’t before. 

"Sorry for ruining the moment, guys. But we were going, right?" Rodri said.  

"Sadly" Lucy sighed.

"Sadly" I repeated, though only Rúben heard me.

"Good night, neighbour" he said, kissing my cheek. "Don't stay up until late gossiping about us."

"Never" Lucy said, giving Rodri one last hug before we watched them both leave.

[thezombieprostitute]

Always the Bridesmaid - Part 2

Summary: after years of always being the bridesmaid, your sister's wedding suddenly nets you the interest of two incredibly handsome, charming men.

A/N: Just a reminder that Nick Fowler won the poll from Part 1 so we'll have to turn down Jonathan Pine. Reader is older (35+ years).

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut.

Part 1

From the moment your alarm goes off you're up and running to get ready. The morning is such a rush to prepare you have no time to think of anything other than helping your sister and making sure you look presentable. You're secretly grateful she only chose a color for the bridesmaid dresses, letting you find a cut that complimented your figure.

You were especially grateful for that when you caught Nick biting his lower lip as he looked you over before the ceremony.

“You’re saving me a dance, right,” he whispers in your ear. You giggle as you confirm and he smiles wide, “thank you. I can imagine your dance card will be full tonight. Glad I reserved a spot so early.” Heat rushes to your face but you can’t stop smiling at his words. 

The ceremony was a delightful affair. The only problem was when the flower girl got too shy to walk down the aisle with everyone looking at her. Thankfully your mother was more than happy to help her and the ring bearer walk, hand in hand. It actually seemed to make everything all the sweeter. You really look forward to seeing those photos. 

Your sister and her new husband were given some time to themselves before the reception while everyone got set up with food and drink. Again Nick was a gentleman who held out your chair for you and gave you his undivided attention when he could. The Bride and Groom deservedly pulled his attention from time to time.

You were a little nervous about having to dance in front of everyone but Nick helped by distracting you from the crowd, focusing on him. His steel blue eyes, his comforting smile, the muscles you could feel under his sleeves, the ease with which he led you in the dance moves. He paid attention to you when you talked and didn’t push when you said you needed to sit for a minute. He really was something else.

As he leaves to get you a refill you see Jonathan approach. He looks pensive as you greet him but he does smile a bit as he kisses the back of your hand.

“I’m afraid I will not be able to follow through on my request for a dance,” he apologizes. “I’ve only just now found a few minutes with which to tell you and must immediately be back to work.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he smiles. “Please do enjoy yourself and let the staff know if there’s anything you require.”

He heads out and as you turn back to your plate you see Nick glaring after him. 

“Are you okay, Nick?”

“Was that guy bothering you?”

“Not at all,” you chuckle. “I’d promised him a dance yesterday and he was telling me he wouldn’t be able to partake.”

“His loss,” he smirks as he sits, handing you your drink.

“Well, that does leave me open for all of my dancing to be with you. If you want to keep dancing with me, that is. I’ve definitely noticed some of the other ladies giving you looks.”

“Yeah, but none of them hold a candle to you.”

“Nick, you barely know me.”

“I know that you’re smart, pretty and nice,” he starts. “I know that you’re pleasant company and I’d love to get to know you better, if you’ll let me.”

The rest of the night is spent alternating between dancing and talking. You’ve never had such a wonderful time at a wedding before. 

You’re still not sure how you and Nick ended up in your hotel room but with how he was kissing you and squeezing your tits with his strong hands, you didn’t care. 

He unzips your dress and helps you slide out of it, giving an appreciative moan at the sight of you in just your underwear. 

“Your turn,” you tell him. “I wanna see those muscles that I've been feeling all night.”

He smirks and removes his jacket and shirt. You marvel at his chiseled abs and let your hands roam over them as you return to kissing him. You move your hand lower, underneath the hem of his pants and groans as you start to palm his erection. 

“Please tell me you have a condom,” you ask.

“Absolutely,” he confirms. “Now lay down and let me have a taste.” 

He gently pushes you towards the bed until you're laying down, legs spread. He kisses down your front, removing your panties, before kneeling and taking an appreciative look at how wet you already are. Part of you feels embarrassed at being bare in front of a man you met just yesterday but the hungry look he gives you fuels your desire and overrides all other emotions. 

He starts on your thighs, alternating kisses and bites before he finally brings his mouth where you need it. His tongue moves slowly as he laps up your juices and you let out a low moan. 

“Please, Nick. Want more,” you whine as you wiggle your hips, trying to push his face where you really want him. 

“Not gonna happen,” he rasps. “I want to take my time.”

When he resumes his slow pace you sit up as much as you can, eyes flashing. You grab the back of his head and push his face into your pussy and start grinding your hips against him. 

He doesn't try to stop you and, in fact, seems to acquiesce to your demand. But there's a look in his eyes that makes you wonder. Or it would if his tongue wasn't expertly pushing you to the brink. Suddenly he stops and starts pulling away but you wrap your legs around his head, trapping his mouth where you need it. 

He keeps his lips sealed and uses his incredibly strong arms to unwrap your legs. You whine in protest but he nips your thigh, changing your tone. He looks at you with those steely blue eyes, his face and tone serious. “I said I wanted to take my time, beautiful. I was going to let you come as many times as you wanted. But after that, you're only going to come when I let you.”

You huff in protest and he chuckles, “maybe if you'd been a good girl, I'd let you sit on my face and drown me. But you had to push. Now you'll have to beg me to let you come.” He moves so that he’s hovering over you and whispers, “what’s your safe word?” You tell him and he nods understanding before moving himself back to your pussy.

Over the next hour Nick continually edges you. You initially try pushing him into making you come but he’s too strong. You start whining, pleading, begging for him to let you come. You’re a complete mess but he keeps eating you out like you’re the most delicious meal he’s ever had and he’s eager to savor every taste. Every time he pulls away, making you whine, he smirks. Occasionally checking in with you as well, making sure you’re actually okay.

The final time he pulls away he removes the rest of his clothing. “I think you’ve made it up to me, beautiful. You still have to wait for me to give you permission, but you’re going to come with my dick inside you.” 

“Thank you,” you gasp. You watch him put on the condom and you worry you’re not going to be able to wait for permission. 

He crawls over and hovers over you, kissing you deeply, lovingly, as he starts to push into you. He finds a balance between rough and gentle that has you reeling. You don’t hold back on begging him to let you come already. He watches you as he moves his hand between your bodies to start rubbing your overly sensitive clit. It feels like an eternity before he finally orders, “come for me.”

You let go and are hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure as Nick continues to thrust into you. You can’t remember the last time you came so hard and you end up chanting his name like a prayer. It’s only when your orgasm starts ebbing that Nick allows himself to chase after his own release. 

After some gentle kisses along your jawline Nick switches into aftercare mode, seeing to your every want and need. Worshiping you as he cleans you up and holds you. Letting you fall asleep in his arms. He watches you as you sleep, thinking about how he hopes you’ll be open to this being more than just a one-and-done. 

Tagging @alicedopey and @rayofdawnworld for inspiring this little story. Tagging @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would!

[robinsno1lesbian]

i've been boxing at the gym lately and i've just been thinking about boxer!robin as a trainer............... and her wrapping my hands and putting my gloves on homoerotically ...... - 🌼

boxer!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1466

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), a bit of fluff maybe??, sexual tension, light smut, oral, reader is head over heels for boxer!robin, oh also i don't know shit about boxing so if things don't add up please pretend they do!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi anon! i'm so sorry that it took me this long to get to your request, life has been pretty busy lately and people are flooding my inbox with their thoughts (not complaining one bit!!) either way i'm so sorry and i hope this makes up :)

this is really short but i'm trying to work through my inbox right now so i hope you don't mind!

you truly don't mean to gape at her like that.

god knows you've tried to turn your gaze away from her wandering hands. tried to focus on anything other than her fingers.

how fast they can work while she is securing the tape, using her teeth to hold it in place.

what a sight.

she is sitting across the room from you and her eyes are too busy with her own hands to notice your shameless staring.

she's got her legs the slightest bit spread, giving you just enough of a chance to see her athletically built thighs.

robin has her hair pinned up to keep it out of her face during training. she is wearing a pair of black shorts and a matching sports bra.

she has been doing this for a bit longer than you.

at first, you weren't exactly sure about it.

boxing really didn't seem like your thing. but after the events of 1986, robin had convinced herself (and you, after some time) that it was for the best if you worked on your own physical strength.

and this had been her solution.

and while you might have had your doubts at first, this turned about to be one of the best ideas robin has ever had.

not because you enjoy boxing that much. it's fun, sure, and a great way to keep yourself fit. but it's obvious that robin enjoys it more than you do.

what delights you about the sport is watching your girlfriend.

you hate to admit it but it's hot. it's so hot.

you love watching her during training, slightly bouncing on her feet in front of her opponent, arms swinging forward in hard punches with her newly gained strength.

or after training, when she's panting and a thin layer of sweat is covering her muscle.

when she undresses right in front of you, pulling her top over her head, her back on full display for you and steps under the hot steam of the shower with an inviting smile over her shoulder.

it is hot, there is no point in denying it.

but robin hasn't just gained strength, she has also gained muscle too.

not enough for anyone to notice on a daily basis really, it's always hidden beneath her rather baggy clothes.

you know though.

from all the times you have undressed her ever since. from the way her muscles harden beneath your touch, how her abs flex -caused by your lips against them.

from the way she picks you up with such ease and holds you up against whatever surface she can find and for however long it takes until you're shaking in pleasure.

her hands snap you back to reality. they are all wrapped up now, protected for the training that's to come.

"your turn" she rasps and reaches out.

"oh- y-yeah" you stammer and press your legs together as you give her your hands.

the memories of the previous nights are still running circles on your mind and the fact that she looks so damn good while she is working on your hand wrapping isn't helping.

"are you okay?" robin asks, brows furrowed in concentration while she is working.

"i- uhm- sure" her question has caught you off guard again.

and robin knows, judging by the way she is biting her tongue to press her sheepish grin.

your eyes move down, away from her face and to where your palm is laying in hers.

she's got one hand holding yours in place, thumb securing the hand wrapping, while the other is winding it around your hand.

she does it with such care, it gives your heart a flutter.

always gentle when she turns around your hand by the wrist to give herself better access, her fingers occasionally stroking over your knuckles in the process.

robin is always this careful with you of course, unless you ask her not to be.

but it's even sweeter like this; in the process of getting your hands ready for your shared hobby.

she does a great job in making sure your hands are well protected and she runs her fingertips over your wrists occasionally, soothing you.

the sensation sends shivers down your body. you shouldn't like this the way you currently do.

the shaky exhale falls from your lips on its own accord when she finishes up the first hand and presses her lips to each one of your fingertips.

you look up only to find her staring at you already. her index is ghosting over your wrists, tracing along the visible veins beneath your skin when she drops your hand and picks up the other to repeat the same process all over.

she is still gentle but her hands move with more purpose now, touch firm and not just brief brushes of skin against skin.

robin is biting her lip and her eyes are full of love and adoration and yet there's also something else in there. some hunger.

the kind you know all too well.

you swallow and she smiles, looks around to make sure you're all alone in the changing rooms and leans down to kiss your lips softly.

you sigh against her mouth and you can feel a smile creep up her cheeks.

she means to kiss you softly but you can't help yourself but wrap your arms around her and part your lips to invite her to lick into your mouth.

robin chuckles and her fingers run over the soft skin of your cheeks.

"come on" she whispers against your mouth.

"but-" you're about to protest, but robin cuts you off.

"later, sweet girl"

she turns around and grabs your set of gloves from the bag. you roll your eyes playfully but nod.

"good" she holds the glove for you to slip your hand inside.

there is nothing special about this, nothing scandalous or sexual. and yet you nearly choke on your own spit when she steps closer to put it on.

robin holds your gaze when she finishes tying them together, her fingers doing all the work well coordinated.

god, this is not gonna end well for you...

⋆

as soon as the door has shut on your way in, robin strips out of her sweat-soaked clothes and makes her way to the bathroom down the hall.

just like she has done countless times already. and yet it always works.

you drop the bag to the ground and your jaw practically drops as you stare at her backside: strong shoulders pushing up clothing pieces as she walks.

your mouth is watering at the sight of it.

"will you join me already?" she calls over her shoulder.

that's how you end up pressed against the tiles of the shower, with robin between your legs.

her hair is freshly washed and still wet, one palm flat against your belly while the other is between your legs.

she's got one thrown over her shoulder to allow her mouth the best possible access to your dripping center.

your head has fallen back long ago and you have lost the strength to keep your eyes open.

so you simply let it all happen, allowing robin to have you however she pleases.

"god robin" you whimper when she pushes a second finger into you, perfectly synchronized with the strokes of her tongue. "just like that"

the woman below you pushes her hair out of her face and stares up at you in amazement.

she loves that she can get you like this, that she holds the power to have your body shaking in pleasure.

"fuck- i'm gonna- i'm- god-"

"again?" robin chuckles, tongue still lapping at your cunt. "are you gonna cum for me again?"

she says it as if she's mocking you for it, but you know better than that. you know she wants this, wants her pretty face covered in your release.

pants of oh god, robin, and fuck fall from your lips as your orgasm washes over you and you arch your back against her face to have her just a little closer.

with robin's sweet praise in your ear, the vibrations of it going straight to your center, you cum over her.

[scorchedhearth]

@minotaurtheory asked: for the meaningful gestures prompts: 17 + kylealex or 24 + jaykyle (from the first list on the post rather than the dialogue prompts!!) <3 

thank u! answering the second part of that prompt <3

meaningful gestures

Kyle comes to with a soft huff, followed by a grunt and a second, harsher huff. Jason swiftly lifts his hand off of his neck, where he had his fingertips buried in his hair and rubbing circles against his scalp, and rests it on his chest, out of the way. A third huff, and this time Kyle stirs on his lap.

“Why d’you stop?” he slurs against the fabric of his jeans, Jason feels how his breath warms the fabric over his thigh. He doesn’t answer, prefers to focus on turning the page of the book he’s currently reading, even if he hasn’t read half of the sentences on the previous one.

“Stop what,” he mutters, and then makes a show of slapping the book close and putting it down by his hips, freeing his field of vision to look down at Kyle, ashen skin and dark bags under his eyes, a large bruise blooming by his left temple. “You passed out on my bed,” he explains when he sees another question forming on his lips. “About an hour ago.” He doesn’t need to check, he stopped his reading every twenty minutes to make sure Kyle’s breathing pattern and pulse were regular, had to after seeing him nearly collapse over his threshold. That’s why his hand was on him still, he had checked for the last time just as he started on a new chapter, couldn’t help but leech into the heat Kyle constantly radiates, even knocked out and bruised to hell and back.

Kyle tries to lift his head and winces, slamming his eyelids shut as the light certainly starts dancing in his eyes at the valiant effort. Jason lets him do as he please, watches as Kyle tests his body, blinking a few times and tensing muscles in his limbs to see what’s wrong. Not much, by Jason’s guess, he most likely overworked himself and felt the weight of a severe lack of rest once he entered Earth's atmosphere. Now, why he chose Jason’s flat as the first spot to visit, that’s an answer he refuses to think about. Kyle bites down his lips when he crunches his abs in an attempt to sit up, sore enough to force him to fall back on the bed with a sigh, head pillowed on his legs once again.

“Passed out on you too?” He asks, managing to sneak some of that infamous tongue-in-cheek insolence in his wavering voice.

“You move when you sleep. And in case you missed it, that’s my bed.” Still, Jason doesn’t move him away, and Kyle notices.

“I feel like I've been run over by a truck.”

“Feeling dizzy? Nauseous?” He asks as he presses the back of his hand on his forehead, detailing the bruises and cuts he can see peeking out of his clothes and littering his arms and face, examining his pupils from his vantage point.

“Nope. Just tired. Thirsty and hungry as well, if that matters. And I'm sore, too.” But he’s grinning, or attempting to with a barely scabbed over cut on his lip and about a month of sleep to catch up on.

“Well, I diagnose you with severe exhaustion-itis.” Jason nods as he briskly takes his hand away.

“Is it serious, doc?” Kyle asks with fake worry.

“Nothing common sense can’t cure.” He gives a pointed stare that has Kyle rolling his eyes, a decision followed by yet another wince and poorly disguised regret.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t give me your lecture, asshole.” Jason nods, knowing his point has been made, gracious enough to not rub it in this time. He’ll wait for a time when Kyle can actually think of a proper comeback, it’s too easy otherwise.

“So, uh…” Kyle trails off, clears his throat. “What time is it?”

“About four in the afternoon.”

“You know what I mean.” He bites back, that particular subject always touchy for him.

“November the fourteenth.” Kyle freezes for a second before forcing his shoulders to relax. He mutters a quiet ‘thanks’ and leaves it at that, obviously thinking over the answer. Jason picks up the book, opening it to the right page but not reading, unable to anymore, not with the weight of Kyle on his legs more present now that he’s awake and thrumming with energy and no longer a dead weight.

He’s not gonna ask, Jason realizes after two painful minutes of stiff silence between them. So he bites the bullet and speaks first. “I’ve got nothing tonight, I’m staying in,” he says, which is enough. Kyle’s shoulders drop two inches as he sinks into the mattress and lets his eyes flutter close again.

“You like my hair,” he says as an answer, but Jason understands what he means. What he’s asking for. They’re good at not asking and not talking.

“I don’t.” He keeps his voice flat.

“I also know you’re not reading. Not really.” That makes him look away from the page and down on Kyle, too curious to hide it behind nonchalance. “When you read, your eyes move more slowly. They also do that kind of back-and-forth thing if you really like a line. And you don't fidget with the covers either,” Jason stops the finger that had been mindlessly picking at an unruly corner. “You get really still. It’s kinda weird actually, pretty creepy when you sit for hours without moving, save for your hands.” He’s rambling, making it sound thoughtless when it’s anything but. Jason feels bile rise at the back of his throat, teeth clenching down hard on his cheeks. “And you don’t like that I know that, either.” He’s quiet now, an inquisitive, curious gaze laid on Jason.

“But you think you know that I like your hair.” Jason barely realizes who convoluted that sentence is, he’s too busy digging his nails into the threads holding him together, keeping them from ripping and flaying him open.

“I know you like my hair. And I like it too.”

“Pretty vain of you, don’t you think,” Jason slips through his teeth, and Kyle doesn’t bite the bait. He only raises an eyebrow, and Jason goes back to his book without another word. Kyle settles back on his leg, one hand lays on his knee, holding him like he’d hold a pillow, the other wrapped around his stomach, his palm over the shirt Jason stripped him to.

He waits for a minute, counting the seconds in his head, before picking up his hand and slowly setting it at the back of Kyle’s neck, fingers curling around the warm skin and fingertips burying in the thick hair again. Kyle doesn’t say anything, only squeezes his knee once before letting out a deep sigh, already walking back toward sleep with such ease that something catches in Jason’s chest, something ugly, something that hooks deep beneath his ribs and digs into the bones.

He picks up the small back and forth with the pad of his thumb, rubbing tight circles at the edge of his hairline, finally able to go back to his book now that Kyle’s attention has been diverted off himself

[sunshinecircusworld]

story test - tom and carousel

this is the second time i tried writing a scene for this project, i wrote it last month and i've decided that i'll post it publicly :)

format, story, etc all subject to change

[Tom is a black-furred anthropomorphic tomcat. He is approaching a multicolored, primarily pink anthropomorphic zebra named Carousel.]

So your name is 'Carousel'?

𖦹 Yes. It is what I am and have always been, and thus it is what I should be called. 

Why are you always walking in circles? 

𖦹 The answer might be the same. It is what I am. A carousel spins in circles unendingly. 

But you aren't a carousel, you're a person.

𖦹 I know that. I am a person, but I haven't always been. I think I only started 'living' recently. 

...

[Tom feels an uneasy sense of understanding for what Carousel has just said.] 

𖦹 Do you think there's a difference between being 'alive' and 'living'? 

...Yes, I think. We're all alive, but we aren't always living. I think I've experienced something similar, maybe. 

𖦹 Oh, really? I'm intrigued.

Well, I don't know what you've been through, but, for me at least, when I was at home I was definitely alive, but I don't think I was living. 

𖦹 What was your home like? 

I don't really wanna talk about it, sorry. 

𖦹 I understand 

Sorry for bringing it up pointlessly...

𖦹 No, it was valuable to hear. I do think we have some things in common, but I don't think you're the same type as I am. 

What do you mean by that...?

𖦹 Being 'alive' is often juxtaposed with being 'inanimate,' right? 

Yeah, like inanimate objects, like, stuff and things, and stuff... But not all of the things we refer to objects are actually inanimate or actually not alive, you know? Like plants, they're definitely alive, and somewhere in between animate and inanimate, but usually categorized as objects when compared to stuff like people and animals. 

𖦹 Yes, precisely. In actuality, there is very little distinction between what is 'alive,' 'inanimate,' an 'object,' a 'thing'. All of those words have overlap with each other when arbitrarily categorizing the beings of the world. 

I've always wondered why people and animals are considered more alive than plants. And besides that there's all sorts of other weird stuff that I don't even really understand. Like jellyfish and corals and all that stuff? And bacteria and viruses too. I don't really get it.

𖦹 You don't need to 'get' it. Just understand that we all exist in this world together and we all perceive and understand and value it in different ways. 

Do you think things like corals, and objects can perceive and value things...? I know we were talking about animals, but I don't really know how plants feel about the world. Well, actually maybe they like the sun. Maybe they think the sun is the most beautiful thing in the world. 

𖦹 Yes, exactly.

But then what about things like rocks? I can't really imagine how a rock would perceive the world. 

𖦹 You don't need to. There will always be existences and perceptions that cannot be understood. 

Ah... I guess that's true.

𖦹 Anyway, I forgot to get to the point. I was once an inanimate object, but I was still 'alive'. However, I had not yet begun 'living'. 

What do you mean you were an inanimate object? That doesn't make any sense. 

𖦹 ...I'm disappointed in you, Tom, honestly. I'd have thought you'd have noticed by now that things here don't make sense. 

...Yeah I guess that's fair. 

𖦹 Like I was saying, I was once an inanimate object, I was literally an animal on a carousel, a zebra spending every day galloping around in circles while not moving a single muscle. 

Wait, you were like a carousel animal, like a ride? Being ridden? And able to remember all this? 

𖦹 Yes, I was likely cast in a mold and installed onto the ride, although I don't remember that part. I just remember being on the carousel, pierced by the pole and ridden by the guests. Around and around and around and around. 

What was it like? If that's okay to ask. Being alive but not able to move, not really 'living' yet...?

𖦹 I can't recall many emotional memories or details... I think my emotional capabilities may be abnormal or lagging behind in some ways. Maybe I didn't yet have a 'heart' when I was on the carousel. 

[Tom thinks deeply about this sentiment.]

I see...

𖦹 What I do remember was galloping, and the feeling of the pole and the guests, and the sound of the music. The latter was quite beautiful but the first two were... perhaps uncomfortable. But I tolerated it. I'm strong, after all. I needed to be.

You were 'alive,' but definitely struggling, but still surviving. So...when did you start 'living' and stop being an object?

𖦹 That I can't remember. 

Ah, sorry for asking. 

𖦹 What I do remember is when the pole piercing my belly was finally removed. It felt like finally being freed from a restraint after being stuck for so long... and the pole then became my walking stick, allowing me once again to gallop. 

Well, it's not the same as you, but I think I understand the feeling of being stuck, and then getting a bit more freedom. 

𖦹 Yes, it's wonderful. It was the best thing to ever happen to me. 

It is wonderful. 

𖦹 I was blessed to be given this new body, the ability to be an 'animate object,' the pole that has become my walking stick. All of them were given to me so that I can continue galloping. 

Is that why you just walk in circles every day...? I still don't really get it. Where are you going?

𖦹 There is nowhere to go when you gallop in a circle. It is the act itself, galloping, walking, running in a circle which holds significance. 

And that significance is...? 

𖦹 The strength to keep going.

Like how you kept going on the carousel despite your constant discomfort from the pole? Or do you mean it's about endurance in general, or the strength to keep living.

𖦹 Even now, although the pole no longer burdens me, it appears that the fact that I have been given a new body and the ability to move has left me with a residual eternal discomfort. And yet I keep going.

Do you mean you can still feel the discomfort from before even though you're not an object anymore? 

𖦹 Sometimes I do feel the pole, yes, but that's not what I'm talking about. My joints often ache throughout the day, for seemingly no reason. It'll start in the wrists, spread to the elbows, transfer to the knees, hips, and just keeps going in it's own loop within my body. It's like the discomfort and pain are also galloping in a loop, and each stop along the circle is one of my joints. I think it is because my body was stagnant for so long, and then altered to my new form, and it isn't quite used to it yet. Maybe it never will be.

Oh, wow. I'm sorry to hear that. 

𖦹 Don't be. It's how I live. I'm 'living' now, after all, even with discomfort and pain. I'm quite happy to be 'living,' even like this. 

Again, it's not the same as you, but I also get aches in my back and neck pretty frequently. And I seem to get tired faster than other people... So, I know what it's like to have a day where it feels like you're not strong enough to keep going. 

𖦹 I am strong enough to keep going. I know I am and I know I always will be 

Ah... I didn't mean to imply otherwise...

𖦹 It's fine. I know I am strong because every day I continue to walk, to gallop, in my circles and loops as I know I must, and every time I take even one step, it hurts. But I continue to take the next step, and the next step, and the next step. 

Wait, it hurts every time?! If that's the case don't you think you should take a break or something...? 

𖦹 It makes no difference. Discomfort and pain persist even when sitting, when lying down, and after resting, I still feel pain. 

Wow... You really are strong. 

𖦹 I need to become stronger. I know this because I have begun noticing changes in my body. It seems the joints will ache for longer and longer, and the pain too, stronger and stronger. 

Can't you take medicine for the pain? 

𖦹 It is not so simple. The medicine that has helped relieve the pain has had the side effect of interfering with my galloping. I can't have that. I must keep galloping. 

Ah, I see. That sounds tough.

𖦹 Indeed, it is. But I have been strong in the past, and endured much discomfort, so I believe I will be possible to do it again. I was blessed with this body and this ability to move. I'm certain it won't be stolen from me, and I definitely won't become an inanimate object again. 

That's great that you have so much confidence and motivation. 

[Tom feels somewhat jealous of Carousel's faith and drive for self improvement.]

𖦹 Yes, although I don't see it as an impressive skill or anything. I simply have no other choice than to live this way. 

Right...I guess that can be said about all of us, I mean, in terms of what bodies and abilities we happen to have. It's not really something we have all that much control over, so we adapt, and we live.

𖦹 Yes, we adapt, and we live.

[zonerobotnik]

Cassandra had been away for a few years, and the length of her hair reflected that, but she was still completely unprepared for how much Varian had grown from 16 to 25. He was tall, taller than Eugene even, and definitely had grown to be extremely handsome. His hair was longer, his stripe had doubled, and he now had a goatee. Cassandra stepped into the throne room where the party was taking place and saw several girls and even some guys begging him for a dance, right as he was leaving another person he had been dancing with. "Let me rest for a bit!" He laughed, walking away from the crowd. He headed for the door, most likely to get some air, and stopped short when he realized who he passed by, turning to her.

She didn't dare to turn around. He was right behind her, but she couldn't look over her shoulder. It was one thing to look at him from a distance, but to have him right behind her was...wow. Her shoulder barely reached his elbow. His abs, almost visible through his dress shirt, were eye-level. She barely reached his broad chest and she could tell that he had some muscles under his long sleeves. She glanced down, realized that there was a considerable bulge in his pants and briefly considered its size when it was erect, her cheeks going pink. He was hot, very hot, she had never seen anyone so hot. She could understand why all those girls and guys were fawning around him. She was tempted to reach out and touch his abs, but she stayed rooted to the spot, frozen in place, her mind running over the last conversation they had, nine years ago. He had reached out to her, pleaded with her, trying to get her to give up on her ambitions with the Moonstone, and she hadn't listened, and he had hardened his expression and focused on taking her down until she managed to destroy his weapon. She hadn't been brave enough to speak to him after it was all over. She was afraid to speak now. She could feel him behind her, his breathing steady, and she glanced up to see his face finally and realized that he, too, was uncertain of how to start a conversation. "...Hi." He finally managed. "Hi." She echoed, then turned to him. "It's...been a while." "Yeah." He nodded. "...Do you...wanna dance?" He offered her his hand, bigger than she remembered it, and she hesitated before moving her hand up and taking it, letting him guide her to the dance floor. "I...notice you still have the Cassandrium." He said as they started to waltz. "I've never taken it off." She admitted, looking up at him. Maybe...it was time to bury old hatchets and...reconsider old possibilities again? -- I spent way too much time and effort on this and I might do more from this because I kind of watch to draw them dancing but here's Tall Varian with Cassandra. I spent too much time drawing his abs before realizing I needed to cover them, lmao, so I had to mention them.

[baragonspleasurebarge]

Jen's Boyfriend's Boyfriend

Four connected stories written by Ninja_Badger and posted on CYOC. I've copied the text here for my own ease of access, but if you are the author and wish me to take it down, contact me and I will do so.

Context: Jen has been cursed by Kyle to transform into the ideal partner of whoever she runs into next.

There was a knock on the door right in time. Jennifer tugged it open to be greeted by the clean-cut smiling face of her boyfriend. Kyle said she had no love in her life but here he was. It had taken Jen the better part of Junior year to land Nate, he always seemed a little reluctant, but as head cheerleader she had to have the captain of the football team. It was only natural. She chalked his reluctance up to the fact he came from a very conservative, religious family. She still hadn't talked him into sex beyond a little oral, but he loved her she could tell.

As always his blond hair was perfectly combed, his face clean and smooth, dimples in his cheeks from his smile. Normally he'd be wearing a polo, but since there was a game today he had on his jersey, though paired with a pair of chinos. He always dressed impeccably. He looked good, he was popular, and he didn't argue with what she wanted. So.. perfect. Sometimes she wished he'd unlace a little and…

The whole world seemed to give a lurch. Clothes melted away off of both Nate and herself, though Nate stood there seemingly unaware of the alteration. "Something wrong?" Jen opened her mouth to answer but couldn't seem to find her voice. Nate was changing right in front of her. It wasn't noticeable at first, his well coiffed hair got a little loose and shaggy. It still looked good on him, it just ruined his clean cut air, and he seemed to actually grow an inch or two as his face lost some of it's softness. He still had those boyish dimples but his jaw and cheek bones were more prominent. He looked less like a teenager, more like a man pushing into his early twenties. His jaw grew stubble, then into a full blond beard a little on the scruffy side.

When they first started fooling around, Jen convinced him to start shaving his body hair, but that was growing back in, too. Curly dark blond pubes around his 6" flaccid cock, and the strip up his stomach and little bit in the center of his chest that had been stubble moments ago was now growing out, and not just getting longer. It was covering more of his chest and stomach. Covering his pectorals, which also seemed, well, bigger.

He actually seemed to be growing bigger all over, from the still lean musculature of a high school football player to the more impressive bulk of a college athlete. His arms with thickening with muscle, veins moving to the surface as his chest popped out, and his abs carved into a nice six pack. Other than the hair, Jen would have been quite pleased with these changes. Though he seemed to keep going.

Jen couldn't put her finger on it, but he was getting older, going from his early twenties to his mid twenties. He softened a little. He didn't lose any of his bulk, in fact, he seemed to get even larger. He looked like a weightlifter, though he started losing some of his definition, such as his stomach smoothing out. He wasn't fat, he just wasn't concerned with being ripped, or so it seemed. "Jen?" His voice was even a bit deeper. It was still Nate, but a possible future Nate, probably around 26 or 27,

Why had he changed? The curse was to transform her.. and her world? Was there something.. He was beautiful. He was the perfect man for her.

Jen felt that thought like a kick to the head. "Yeah, sorry, forgot something upstairs.." She suddenly felt uncomfortable, like her body didn't fit quite right. He went through his change unknowingly, but it seemed her being aware was going to bring differences. She headed up the stairs in a bit of a panic. Her legs didn't seem to be working right, like they were too long. She ran into her bedroom and shut the door.

She needed to think. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and her eyes went wide. She must have been changing while Nate was as she didn't quite recognize the person in the mirror. Her hair was short and auburn, just that little hint of red in it, cut in a undercut style some of the jocks at school favored. Her face was.. well she hated to say it but she looked like her brother. The feminine softness had left, leaving his face a bit heavier, with thicker jaw and brows and a more prominent nose.

Her body was taller, and getting taller as she stared. No wonder her legs felt off. Her hands a feet were getting bigger, too. She had enough boyfriends to know she was probably sporting size 12 feet. Her hips were off as well, less curvy, and more narrow than her shoulders which looked particularly broad. She was… no…

Reaching between her legs, she was greeted by unbroken skin where her vagina should have been, and a nub of growth right at the front of her crotch above a wrinkly bit of extra skin. Though it was growing fast, growing even as her breasts were shrinking away. The nub pushed out, growing longer and thicker by the second, it had a weird look to Jen though, and as she gave it a little tug she realized it had a foreskin. She had never been with an uncut guy before, but she knew what it was when she saw it. Her breasts seemed to stop shrinking at one point and instead flattened out into a pair of pectorals. Her nipples were still a little on the large side, but nothing too out of the ordinary.. for a guy.

She was becoming a guy. Her brain wanted to scream, but her body wouldn't follow suit. Something about this felt so right, so perfect. Auburn pubes sprouted out around her cock as it slowed it's growth at just over six inches flaccid. She felt an uncomfortable pressure for a moment in her crotch as both her balls dropped into the waiting scrotum, which felt amazing once done. Peach fuzz grew into dark hair on her arms and legs, quite a bit of it, too,and thick bushes formed in her armpits. Even her jaw was darkening with a bit of a shadow as her pubes started growing in a line up her stomach.

Staring back at her from the mirror was a young man she wouldn't have recognized at all, but wouldn't have been out of place in the senior class. Leanly muscled with his red-tinted auburn hair. He was kind of on the cute side, looking like he might belong on the track team, or maybe the swim team if he shaved.

The changes weren't done with him yet though, much as happened to Nate, he was starting to age. Lean muscles gained some bulk, but not to the same degree as Nate. John was always going to be on the lean side, and actually stood a little taller than Nate. He could put on muscle, but he was built for running and swimming, not lifting and tossing heavy weights like his boyfriend.

His face lost more of it's youthfulness as he let his beard grow in. He kept it neatly trimmed, a little more careful in grooming for himself, even if he liked his shaggy muscle bear of a boyfriend's no-cares look. Hair grew out along his chest and stomach, trimmed a little on the shorter side so as not to hide the definition he worked on. Nate might be fine with a flat stomach, and John had to admit it was more comfortable for laying his head on, but he wanted that nice cut look. Nate loved his men hairy though, so John only trimmed, he'd never dream of shaving it completely. He also loved the feeling of his boyfriend's hands running through it, or of two hairy chests rubbing together. His dick gave a little jump at the thought. Nate was also the hairier of the two, so why compete. His aging slowed and stopped, leaving him the same 27 years old as Nate.

There was a thought drifting through John's mind now. He remembered being Jen, knew he was till Jen in a way. But John's mind and memories were growing stronger.

Why had Nate changed though? The curse was… Kyle had said her world could change to, and Nate was certainly included in that. Nate and John had met when Nate and Jen did, at least in the way the memories were coming. But they kept their relationship a secret. All the way through college, too. Nate's family, ultra-conservative and religious would never have accepted him as gay, but he needed their help to get through school. So they kept it secret, pretended to just be best friends. So the best situation for their love to exist was for Nate to be independent and on his own from his family. It didn't really change Nate, just made him older in the way he would have been in this reality, it turned the years forward.

He remembered Nate finally coming out to his family. Some of his extended family accepted him, younger cousins, one aunt and uncle, a sibling. The rest cut off contact. He knew that was going to happen, but he had to tell them. He had to to them because… a wedding band formed on John's left hand, a twin he knew to one Nate was wearing.

Clothes reformed on John, a black tank and a pair of blue basketball shorts, black sneakers appearing on his feet with low cut athletic socks. The room had changed, too. It wasn't Jen's old bedroom, but a master bedroom with a king sized bed he shared with Nate. There were pictures of them on the wall, a few from their Honeymoon in Mexico. John felt a bit of a pang of worry as he left the room to head downstairs. The whole house was different, smaller than the one Jen grew up in, but this was their house.

Nate stood by the front door, scruffy as ever, though in purple basketball shorts, and a white tank top with a neck low enough to show off the hairy cleavage between his pectorals. Nate loved showing off his chest. He held to protein shakes in his hands, holding one out to John as he reappeared. "Ready to go? Got everything?"

"Yup. Thanks, hun." John said as he took the offered drink, exchanging a quick kiss with his husband, and they both headed out the door and to Nate's jeep.

~~~JUST A QUICK STOP~~~

As John say in the Jeep and they cruised along other memories came to him. They owned a gym together, one that was labeled as LGBT friendly. Unfortunately that gave it a bit of a reputation (not entirely undeserved) for locker room shenanigans. The members were warned not to let it get too out of control. He thought they were off to work for the day, but instead noticed they were taking a different route.

"Are we headed to the school?" John asked, giving his husband a bit of a glance.

"Yeah, I just need to drop off something Ralph left at the gym last time he was there, asked me to on my way in." Nate just grinned as he pulled into a parking space in front of the high school and grabbed a gym bag out of the back seat.

Ralph. John wracked his brain, and a face came easily to mind. Ralph was Mr. Nolan, a young and quite good looking English teacher at the school. Young.. though probably close in age to what Nate and John were now. In fact, he was a regular at the gym and friends with them, and gay. That little bit of knowledge would break many a girl's heart in the school. He was quite popular among the girls, for his good looks. Fit, handsome…

John preferred his husband of course, and he watched Nate's backside happily as he went into the school, but if he was going to pull someone in for a threesome, Ralph would be near the top of the list. Then John saw someone else heading into the school, someone he recognized and sent a small spike of anger through him.

"Kyle!"

"Kyle!"

Kyle blinked as he heard his name shouted in a deep voice and looked around trying to figure out where it came from. Finally his eyes settled on a good-looking, bearded man in his mid-twenties sitting in an oddly familiar Jeep. He knew he had the right person when he was being motioned over. He looked around skeptically, but due to his call to Jen this morning he was already running late for class. No one else was really around, but he had to say he was curious.

He headed over to the car, to see the other guy getting out. "Do I know you?"

The guy grinned and then moved quick, one arm wrapping around Kyle's chest and arms to keep them pinned and another going over his mouth. "Transform or dare?"

Kyle could feel himself start to panic. No way.. this couldn't be Jennifer. He was trying to answer but the big hand over his mouth was too strong. He knew the seconds were ticking away and there was nothing he could do but flail around and hope somebody saw him. No one did. Eventually he was let go and he gasped for air.

"Oops, too bad, you get both." The guy leaned back against the jeep, arms across his chest. "You know, I was angry with you at first. But I'm actually really liking how things turned out."

"Jennifer?"

"John now, actually. Yeah, turns out Nate was gay, and we had to get older to be together.. I don't know. This shit is weird." Kyle's mind was reeling, Nate? Jen's boyfriend and captain of the football team? No. He wasn't anymore, Kyle guessed.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Easy. What you did to me, except can't have first person you see. That'd be me and I'm quite happy with Nate. So. For your dare, you'll fall in love, emotionally and sexually to the next person you hear say your name, first and last. For your transform, you'll change to what they'd find appealing in a partner. I don't want to risk messing up what I have, so only you'll change. But only you and I will have memories of who you were before." Inside the school bell rang. "Better run to class, you're late."

Kyle wanted to say something, but he took off into the school. He only slowed slightly as he passed Nate, eyes going wide in recognition, but then hurried past.

John watched Nate step out of the way of the rushing Kyle, shaking his head in the way adults do at the antics of teens. "Ready to go to the gym?" Nate asked. John nodded his head as he hopped into the Jeep. Maybe things really would be better like this.

~~~ NEW LESSSONS ~~~

Kyle booked it to his first period class, coming in the door as the teacher was already lecturing. "Kyle Perkins. You're late. Take your seat."

He was already headed to his usual spot, taking off his backpack, though hearing his name hit him like a ton of bricks falling on him. He had heard Jen.. John after all. "Sorry, I.."

Mr. Nolan held up his hand. "No excuses, just sit down." Kyle stared at Mr. Nolan, he hadn't expected the curse to work on Jennifer, but it did, unless she paid off that dude to fake him out. And now, if it was going to work on him, he was staring at his future lover. Jen.. John had cheated though, right? He kept Kyle from answering, maybe that would..

Kyle found himself staring at Mr. Nolan, his train of thought drifting away. His ass looked really, really good in those pants.

Kyle shook his head. School rumor might have said Kyle was gay, but he wasn't. But here he was staring at his male teacher's ass and getting a hardon from it. Rumor also said Mr. Nolan might be gay, something about one of the seniors spotting him at a gay friendly gym. The rumor didn't hold much traction though. Most of the female students had the hots for him, and Kyle was beginning to see why.

At twenty-five, he was certainly the youngest teacher at the school, but he was also super fit, supposedly having played baseball in college. As such he had a prominent chest and thick arms used to swinging a bat. His dress shirts always fit him a bit on the snug side, showing off some of his physique. Rumor also said he was pretty well hung. But he didn't wear his pants as tight as his shirt, but some student claim to have caught him tented. The usual high school bullshit. His black hair was cut short and styled up in the front, his jaw always sporting a couple days worth of designer stubble. The dark hair contrasted sharply with his bright blue eyes.

Kyle didn't know how long he had been staring off at Ralph but his clothes were becoming uncomfortably tight. Mr. Nolan.. not Ralph. Without even asking Kyle grabbed his bag, got to his feet and rushed into the hallway. No one stopped him. He was trying to figure out where to go when he saw the door to one of the staff bathrooms. Single occupancy with a locking door. Students were forbidden from using it, but Kyle needed to figure out what was going on. He ducked inside and shut the door, locking it tight.

Just in time, too. As the door shut, Kyle's clothes just vanished, leaving him standing in the bathroom naked. Kyle had never been the biggest guy, in fact he would usually be on the bottom of the pack. Scrawny nerd was usually a kind way of describing him. But he could instantly see why his clothes had been getting tight. He was bulking up. Not much yet, but he wasn't a skinny twig person anymore.

Even in the mirror his features were changing. His lank, mousey brown hair which he 'styled' by keeping it short enough to stay out of his eyes was starting to curl and develop a bit of a sheen, darkening to a darker, rich brown. The freckles spattered across his cheeks and nose were vanishing as his skin darkened slightly to a naturally tan color. He knew it was natural, there were no tan lines on him, and even his nipples and cock had darkened to a subtle brown. His eyes which were already brown actually paled a bit, brown, but a paler almost gold. He looked Latino, or maybe mixed? It was hard to pin down exactly.

He was still growing, too. Kyle Perkins was small, the man he was becoming was definitely not. It felt like every bone in his body had turned to taffy and was being stretch out. First his feet and hands, then his legs and arms. He had to readjust the way he was leaning on the counter as he went from 5'4" to 6'4" in a matter of minutes. Ralph liked his men tall, he was no shorty at 6'1" but he liked even taller than him. Kyle's once mostly smooth body was also suddenly growing brown-black body hair, especially in his crotch and pits, though his arms and legs were darkening, too.

His face was growing more mature. Losing that smooth roundness of youth, his features becoming sharp and angular. A dark goatee grew in around his mouth and on his chin, the rest of his jaw and cheeks darkening from a thick facial hair shadow except where his sideburns grew in.

His muscles were growing in as well, lean and svelte. A hint of definition without being at all bulky, but he was definitely becoming someone who knew how to keep his body in good shape. He may be taller than Ralph, but his wolf was the bulkier between them.Kyle might even be a bit leaner than John, the man coming to mind. Him and Nate weren't bad looking, the bearish Nate looked like he could be fun, and John was pretty much a wolfish type, which Kyle absolutely loved. It's why he found Ralph so irresistible, and Ralph? Well, Ralph liked his tall lean otters. Which was Kyle to a tee.

Curly brown hair was growing up his stomach in a neat treasure trail, and some spread out along his chest, thicker in the center and lightening at the sides. He wasn't the hairiest guy, but he was proud of what he had. Like everything else about him, his cock was long, 7" flaccid and almost 9" hard, but slim. The changes were slowing, including his aging, seeming to leave him in his mid-twenties. Twenty six to be exact, of course he knew his own age.

Clothes reappeared on his body, jeans, unlike the ratty ones that disappeared these were nicer, designer, appropriate for business casual wear. Teachers were allowed to wear jeans on Fridays. Wait. Teacher? A undershirt and button up appeared over his torso, the top button undone. No tie, but a nice vest appeared over the shirt, accentuating his trim waist. He pulled back his dark, curly hair, pinning it in a loose tail at the back of his head, a few strand escaping which he tucked behind his ear. He knew he was a popular crush among the students, not as much as Ralph was, but he had his following. Imagine if those students knew the two hottest male teachers in the school were an item. They were keeping it mostly mum for now, until they cold figure out if they could both teach at the same school and carry on their relationship.

Kyle would happily change schools if he could stay with Ralph. He had never been so happy with someone. They had both started teaching at this school this year, and instantly fell for each other. The new memories were pushing the old ones down. He could still feel them there, but they were like an odd dream. Kyle Perkins was gone, he was Kyle Perez, a Spanish teacher, and Ralph Nolan's boyfriend.

He grabbed his backpack, which no longer was full of his homework, but other student's homework and grading he had to do, and left the bathroom. He knew the way to his desk by heart. He had no first period class, and was glad for that, gave him time in the morning to prepare for the day. Pulling out his phone he noticed a text.

'Told my friend Nate I was dating, wants to meet you. Invited us over for dinner tonight, free?' Kyle stared at the text, that would be dinner with Nate and the once Jennifer. It could be awkward but… he felt his hand typing almost as if on its own. 'Look forward to it. Lunch?'

He only got a smiley in response but he knew he'd be seeing Ralph at lunch. Leaning back, he got to work on the papers in front of him.

~~~ LUNCH DOESN'T ALWAYS MEAN LUNCH ~~~

It was usually a foregone conclusion that Ralph and Kyle would have lunch together in the teacher's lounge. Everyone expected it, they were known to be good friends among the staff, and even some staff thought there might be something more between them. No, Kyle asking Ralph about lunch meant something quite different.

So after his last class for lunch, Kyle went off towards the back of the school to the old shop lab that was no longer in use. He slipped inside to find Ralph already there waiting for him, leaning back against one of the large worktables with his tie undone.

Soon their lips were locked together as Kyle worked at the buttons of Ralph's shirt. They had made the mistake of popping buttons just once. Thank god Ralph kept a spare shirt in his desk. Kyle pushed Ralph's shirt open, running his hands up his lover's furry, taught stomach and pectorals.

Ralph meanwhile had been working at Kyle's belt and pants and they dropped around his ankles, his underwear tugged down to quickly follow. Ralph's calloused hand, used to wrapping around baseball bats and dumbbells was gentle around Kyle's rigid cock. As he was being stroked off, Ralph buried his face against Kyle's neck, planting kisses and little bites.

Kyle's hands started working at Ralph's belt, and soon his pants and underwear were on the ground, too. Kyle knew there was a rumor around the school that Ralph was a bit of a horse downstairs. Except Kyle knew it was a fact. It had taken him a while to get used to being speared with eleven inches, all nearly as thick as a soda can, but training up to take his boyfriend had been worth it. For now he just wrapped one of his hands around it, stroking it as he met his boyfriend's lips again.

During a lull in their making out and stroking Ralph spoke up, "You know, part of me wishes I was bigger."

"Bigger?" Kyle laughed. "I already feel like you're going to split me in two."

"Not.. not there." He pounded a fist on his bare chest. "Beefier."

"What like a muscle bear? Or taking up body building? What brought this on?" Kyle was still eagerly coaxing Ralph's cock, though definitely curious about the conversation.

"Nate."

"Your gym buddy?" Kyle asked, me knew exactly who Ralph meant, and the brief sight of Nate he had caught this morning on his way to the school. A shaggy, blond muscle bear, all beefy and.. Kyle's cock gave a twitch. Sure, he would happily screw Nate, if he wasn't besotted with Ralph. Though maybe a threesome with him pinned between the two muscular men..

"Yeah, he keeps trying to coax me to put on more muscle, what would you think?"

"I think I'd love you no matter what." Kyle knew it was true, too. The curse had made him fall completely for this man and he knew he was smitten for life. Part of him didn't even care the choice was taken away. "And if I bulked up?" Kyle asked with a smirk.

"Why? You're perfect the way you are." Well, of course he'd say that, Kyle had been turned into his perfect lover, even as he said it he was stripping Kyle free of his shirt and vest. "But if you wanted to, I'd help you."

Then Kyle felt the words passing his lips. "Transform or dare?"

"What?" Ralph laughed. "Now you're just messing with me."

Kyle shook his head. "No, trust me, pick transform."

Ralph grinned as if he was just going to amuse his boyfriend. "Okay, fine, transform."

Kyle nodded. "I want you to have the body you want to have, only you and I will notice the difference." And then he kissed Ralph as the man pushed him back onto the work bench, spreading his legs apart.

Ralph stripped off his shirt, and stood naked at the foot of the worktable, as he grabbed the small bottle of lube they kept hidden in one of the drawers. Slathering up his cock first, he started to work some into Kyle's hole with his fingers. Ralph didn't seem to notice that his body was changing, though Kyle had a front row seat.

It was subtle at first, his muscles growing and popping with newfound strength, months of weightlifting appearing on his body in moments. Soon, then head of Ralph's cock replaced his fingers.

Then Kyle felt that huge shaft sliding inside of him, and he had to hold his breath to keep from crying out. It always hurt a little at first, but was always worth it. Then Ralph began his slow, steady thrusting, each thrust seemed to add a little more muscle to his frame. As speed built, so did the growth. Ralph wasn't a small guy to begin with, but he was becoming a bit of a beast. His arms gripping at the table were actually thicker than Kyle's legs. His pectorals had grown from hard plates to firm mounds.

He was approaching the size of Nate when the growth seemed to slow to a halt, Nate would still have been the bigger between them, but Ralph was a whole lot more cut. Kyle watched mesmerized by Ralph's hard six pack as he flexed his core to keep up his thrusting.

There were other small changes, his chest hair was a bit thicker and denser. Kyle reached up to tangle his fingers in those dark curls, running his thumbs over those large, round nipples, causing Ralph to give a little shudder. He also knew without having to see it that Ralph was now sporting an uncut cock, much like Kyle's. And his eyes, they were blue before, but now they were stunningly bright.

It was like Ralph's desired changes to his form were more to enhance what he knew Kyle enjoyed about his body. As the changes came to an end, Ralph gave one last trust inside of him and came just as Kyle did, the two of them gasping and breathing. They stayed like that for a few moments, Kyle laying on he table splattered with his own cum, and Ralph braced over him.

They were on a time limit though so, Ralph helped Kyle clean up, only slowly coming to the realization of his own change. "Holy crap…"

"Told you it'd work." Kyle couldn't help but grin smugly.

"So that's what a foreskin feels like.. always wondered."

Kyle laughed. "That's your takeaway? Not the forty pounds of muscle?"

"No.. that's nice, too. But uh.." Ralph picked up his shirt, looking at it, then down at his massive chest.

"It'll fit." Kyle assured him, and sure enough the garment had grown, too. Still in Ralph's preferred close fitting style, which was even more ridiculously sexy than it was before. If he hadn't already been the hottest male teacher in the school, he certainly was now.

They helped each other get dressed and Ralph suddenly asked, "Doesn't the transform or dare curse pass from person to person as they're asked? So.. I can pass it on now?" Kyle nodded. "Where did you get it from?"

"I got it back from someone I used it on. It's a long story, but both of us came out better for it, don't worry." Kyle was positive about that, both him an John-once-Jen were better off in their own minds.

"Back? So that was the second time? How'd you get it the first time?" Ralph finished tying off his tie, but Kyle stopped in his tracks.

"I.. I don't know." Kyle was wracking his brain, but he couldn't figure out where he had first gotten the curse.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to.." Ralph stepped over to Kyle. "Maybe we could.."

Kyle shook his head and finished getting dressed. "Leave it alone. I like where I am now, it's probably not worth going into." He kissed Ralph, holding their lips together for a solid minute. "I'll see you after classes." And headed out, followed shortly by Ralph..

[wannaeatramyeon]

UR WRITING IS LIKE SEROTONIN AHH MORE STUFF LIKE THE URGENT BATHHOUSE MEETING PLS🙏 it was so funny

Me, thinking everything that I say is funny: 🤣😂

Everyone else: 🧍🏻‍♀️

Don't need to read this for continuation, but Part 1 here.

SOS Men of Lookism: Urgent Bathhouse Meeting Part 2

!! Spoilers for latest arc. Massively breaking the fourth wall. Part 3

Another call for a meeting in as many months.

Samuel's lip curls as he reads the invitation. He doesn't remember the rest of the men being so needy.

Once again, they find themselves in the bathhouse.

Many absent this time, having made their peace with the storyline and their development. No obvious division to be seen, although they have naturally split into their own groups.

Still, the room is full of intimidating and powerful men naked and half merged in the water.

Sweat drips down their chiselled bodies, beads of water collect and pool in collarbones, rolling down hard pecs and sliding across cut abs.

The dampness from the vapour leaves a slick sheen on any exposed skin, highlighting scars and muscle. Hair damp, tendrils curling at the nape and locks framing their face. (Gun's 438 panel and the fan's reactions still at the forefront of most of their minds.)

Few of their usual guard and defenses are left, instead the heat of the water and the steam softens their edges, making them placid and pliant. Their voices mingle together, filling the air.

"Hey fuckos," Vin places an arm each around Hudson's and Jay's shoulder, "Do I complete the team or what. You guys are lucky to have me."

"It's nice to see you," Daniel agrees as the two blondes shrug Vin off, "Although it would be good to have Mary too,"

"True," Vin scratches his chin in thought. "Haven't see her in like 200 chapters."

"Yeah bro, when's our backstory dropping?" Taejin adds, sitting a little further away.

"Fuck OFF asshole, I'm not talking to you!" Vin throws a punch towards his former friend.

Vasco, ignoring Vin and Cheonliang's business, interrogates Jace about the status of his beloved Burn Knuckles, checking that all the welfare of his crew is ok.

"-And I like your earrings." Vasco inspects Jace's right ear.

"Thanks," Jace's hand reaches up to fiddle with his new jewellery, "It was painful, but I guess we're really going for Gun's vision with your scar and our leather jackets too."

"What about you?" Zack observes the rest of Allied with disinterest, instead seated besides Johan.

"I dunno. I really miss Eden and Miro," Johan worries his lip between his teeth, "I've been in this coma for forever."

"Shame." Samuel comments with a smirk as Jinyoung cackles next to him.

"Aish!" Sinu exclaims in frustration, "I can't believe I got arrested again. Yeonhui has been giving me grief non-stop."

"Huh? I thought it was unclear with you. Didn't you make it out?" Brad's brows knit in confusion as Jason shrugs.

"Sorry man," Jake apologises anyway, looking sheepish and scratching the back of his head.

Jerry, along with the other members of Big Deal, assures their boss that it's fine before addressing their No.6. "Lineman, looking forward to your power up."

Lineman gives them a winning grin, chest puffing with pride.

Taesoo watches a young!Gapryong wading towards him and the Kwak brothers. Their conversation stops, silence falling upon them as they notice his presence.

"Forgive my interruption," Gapryong starts, "Taesoo, please tell me how you managed to appear in so many flashbacks?"

Jichang's eyes drift over to Taesoo, "Share your secrets, Ansan."

Eli, standing bare by the showers, examines his reflection in a mirror, "I'm thinking of going blonde again."

Warren watches his friend, quickly losing interest in the conversation. "I [don't] care-"

"NO!" Goo jumps out, "There's too many blondes as it is." His fist waves in Eli's face. "I'M THE OG!"

"Put that away," Gun shoves his partner's hand roughly, "You'll find that that is Jay Hong."

"You fucking-!" Goo aims a kick in his direction, and a fight breaks out.

"So... what usually happens here?" Baek Hangyul directs to DG and Eugene, the three of them lazing in the water together.

Eugene gulps as he eyes up Hangyul's torso and abs, thinking that he should up his own workout routine.

And it's not that he is insecure with his body, but he can't help but shrink below the water a little when sitting in the middle of these two sex symbols.

"Not sure," DG says, running his fingers through his pink tresses and watching Gun and Goo squabbling at the far side of the bathhouse. "More fan service, I guess."

[cable-knit-sweater]

Hi Maya dear. Sorry I've been offline a lot but I just wanted you to know I miss you and hope you're doing well.

I also came bearing this pic of Chris that looks like some kinda Escort AU Steve Rogers. Bucky is off camera absolutely losing his mind. 🤣

https://twitter.com/doctorfan06/status/1581452789741277185?s=19

Hi lovely Navya 💕💕💕

I’m so happy you dropped by!! I miss you so much too, and I hope you’re doing well? 💛💛 You definitely don’t have to apologize to me for being offline a lot, we all need that sometimes, or life just gets in the way. Either way, I’m always happy to hear from you 🥰 Especially when you drop wonderful Chris content in my inbox 😂😂

I can totally see the Escort AU Steve in this, oh my god. What a time that was, when Chris was still doing shirtless photoshoots 😫🥵…at some point he just decided to be slutty in a different way these days I guess, but good goddd.

I can definitely see Bucky (I almost wrote Seb here, which, fair, he probably would too 😂) lose his mind over this. I might have to steal this idea lol. Some thoughts below the cut.

But if we’re thinking real AU…what if Bucky is completely done with dating. He needs a date to some kind of work event, and he decides to use a service. He’s never done this before, but he feels like he doesn’t have any other options, and the last thing he wants is to be the only person showing up by himself. When Steve shows up at the venue, he kind of loses his mind. This guy is gorgeous. He’s dressed flawlessly, but even those clothes can’t hide the muscled body underneath. Bucky has to swallow to keep from drooling. He saw the photos on the website, but god damn, those don’t do him justice.

It’s not just his ridiculous body. His face, with sparkling blue-green eyes, a strong jaw line…even his nose and ears are perfect. What the fuck, Bucky thinks. Why am I even thinking about his nose? He tries to keep his cool, at least a little bit, but Steve, once they’ve got the initial introductions out of the way, notices his nerves, and tries to put him more at ease.

So yeah, besides looking like he’s been carved from marble, he’s apparently also a sweetheart. Bucky is so screwed.

They spend the minimum amount of time needed at the event. Bucky hates these things, but with Steve, it’s not so bad. He blends in with the crowd seamlessly, knows the exact right thing to say, somehow figures out exactly which people Bucky dislikes and pointy comments ready for them. The only thing Bucky can do is look on in awe.

He hadn’t actually planned on taking Steve home. Just hired him to be his date for the night. But when they leave and get in the car, he can’t actually bring himself to ask Steve where to drop him off. Instead, he asks him if he wants to come back to his place, for a nightcap. Steve smiles at him, squeezes his thigh, and tells him he’d love to, his touch and his rumbling voice making Bucky’s breath hitch and his pants feel tight.

They get to Bucky’s apartment, and while he goes to get them some drinks, he leaves Steve to explore. When he comes back into the living room, Steve is taking off his coat. Bucky freezes when he sees he’s not just taking off his coat, but his shirt is also completely unbuttoned, putting his toned abs and chest on display.

“See something you like?” Steve asks, smirking. Bucky can’t find himself to care about how cheesy the line is. Not when his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest, not when all he can think about is wanting to drop down to his knees right there and then.

[abbatoirablaze]

The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 23

Word Count:  2.7k

Warnings:  sexual tension, blow job, edging, angst. 

Mira’s POV

"Alright," I smiled, getting my bag so that I can leave the lab, "are you sure you don't need anything else, Doctor Banner?"

"That'll be all," he smiled, "thank you, Miracle."

Putting my headphones in, I brought up my iPod and started up the normal playlist. Today had seriously been stressful and I needed to relax and train with Nat. Thankfully, by the time I got to the training room she was already there with Clint.

"Hey Mir."

"Nat. Clint."

I walked past them and into the locker room. Changing quickly, I put on my sports bra and leggings. I removed my headphones and noticed that Steve was walking in.

"Hey," he smiled, "you're down here early."

"You too," I acknowledged. I put my bag in the locker and closed it, only to witness him pulling his shirt off. His muscles all worked together and flowed in a series of motions that made me feel lightheaded.

"You okay there, bunny?" he asked playfully, slapping my forearm. I nodded, my mind slipping from the thought to lick the heavy outlines of his abs.

"Huh?"

"You zoned out," he laughed. I felt a blush creep to my cheeks as I let out a nervous giggle. He raised his brow, "everything okay, bunny?"

"L-long day," I stuttered. He nodded and chuckled to himself.

"We've all been there," he offered, "But hey...you know what fixes that?"

"Me kicking your ass in a training session?"

He laughed, throwing an arm around me. Playfully putting me in a headlock, he messed with my hair before letting me go, "you're funny, princess."

"See you out there," I said, jokingly shooting him a wink, "bring your 'A game' cap!"

After a few hours of training with Nat and Clint I was thoroughly exhausted. Every time I trained with either one of them it felt like I was simultaneously getting all of my aggression out as well as learning some ancient art of fighting that made me literally defy gravity.

It was the best.

"You're doing great, Mir," Nat encouraged, "let's try with the guys. STEVE! CLINT!"

The two of them looked up from their punching bags and Steve's eyes met mine. I lost my breath as I stared into his icy orbs. They both walked over to the ring that was set up, "What you need, Nat."

"Taught Mira that hurricane spin takedown," she smiled, "I want you guys to let us practice it on you."

"What?" Clint asked. He began wildly shaking his head, "no way. Not a chance in hell. I've dealt with that takedown more times than I'd like to admit."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's your little go to Russian ninja takedown," he laughed, "and while I'm sure your enemies must love the idea of your thighs wrapped around their necks, only my wife gets to do that to me."

"Steve?" she asked, waving the archer off. I felt myself blush at the comment Clint made, "will you please let Mira practice on you?"

"Why not?" he shrugged, "I mean who wouldn't want a gorgeous woman's thighs wrapped around their neck?"

I felt myself turn redder, if possible.

"SEE CLINT!" Nat called after him, "Steve knows teamwork."

"THE CLOSEST HE GETS TO HAVING SEX IS HAVING A WOMAN SPAR WITH HIM!" Clint called back as he made his way over to the archery set up, "when you two girls want to train with real weapons you let me know."

"So full speed then?" Steve asked as he got into the ring.

"Yeah," Nat nodded, "just come at her, do a few grabs and holds and let the girl climb you like a spider monkey."

"You did really great today," Steve smiled, as we sat on the couch and turned the TV on. I smiled as I instinctively curled up onto his lap. His arm wrapped around me as he picked out a channel, "You're really catching on fast."

"I'm sorry about actually hitting you," I sighed. I bit my lip looking up at the small discoloration along his jaw. While I knew that he was okay, and it had already healed in only a few hours I still felt terribly. I ran my hand along his jaw and seeing his jaw tense I felt even worse. Reaching up, I kissed his jaw where the discoloration was and I felt him tense up, "I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?"

"A little." he admitted, “but you know me.  I’ll be fine in a few hours.”

"I'm sorry," I sighed, giving the best possible doe eyes I could, "I'll get an ice pack."

As I went to get out of his lap, I felt his arm snake around me, "don't get up. I'm fine."

"Steve if me running my hand along your jaw and kissing it made it hurt, you probably need an ice pack."

He sighed, knowing that I was right, and his hold on my waist fell apart. I kissed his jaw again, wishing that would somehow make it feel better, and went to the kitchen. Grabbing the ice pack, I made my way back to him. Just as I sat on his lap again and held the ice to his jaw though, someone knocked at the door. I cocked a brow at him, but he just shrugged, "it's not for me."

"I'll get it," I offered. Guiding his hand to the ice pack I crawled off his lap and opened the door. Bruce was standing there, looking very nervous, "Dr. Banner? Hi. Uh, is everything alright?  Did I-did I forget to do something at the lab today?"

"Yeah…I mean, no…can I talk to you," he nodded nervously, "do you have a few minutes, Miracle?"

"Yeah of course," I replied, opening the door more and moving aside, "come in."

He smiled, making his way inside. As I closed the door, I noticed he looked tense. Turning around to see what was going on, he and Steve were sharing a look, and it seemed like they were having some unspoken conversation only between the two of them.

"Dr. Banner?"

"Yeah," he smiled, turning to me. He broke away from Steve's look and he gave a soft chuckle, "I uhm. I had been wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime."

"What?"

"I know that it may be an odd request, but I had been thinking that we have a lot in common," he tried, "and I really spend a lot of time with you...and quite frankly, I enjoy that quite a bit. And-"

"Dr. Banner," I smiled politely, cutting him off, "As much as I am truly appreciative of the fact that you want to ask me out...I don't necessarily know if that is the best idea...I mean. I work for you."

"With," he corrected, "I uhm, I looked at that as well because I was nervous, thinking of how that may seem a bit unprofessional but as Tony pointed out, you work with me, not under me."

"Trying to work under something," Steve muttered quietly. My eyes widened as I looked at him and he shot me an innocent look, "what?"

"Dr. Banner," I sighed, biting my lip, "as much as I would love to...I don't think that it's a good idea...we work very close together."

"Right," he nodded. He copied my actions, but he bit his top lip, "well I'm sorry for interrupting your night. I'll uh. I'll go."

And while I didn't know what to say, I just let him walk out of the room. Steve looked at me, brow raised, "what was that?"

"I-I don't know," I admitted. He put his ice pack down as I sat next to him, "did Dr. Banner just ask me out?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "and you told him no."

"Well, shouldn't I?"

Steve shrugged, "did you want to?"

I looked at him. He didn't seem to care one way or another, and that sort of bugged me. I know that Steve and I hadn't been romantic or anything but I kind of wanted him to have a reaction period.

"We work together."

"We work together too."

"Yeah, but we're not dating."

"No," he chuckled, "Just living together, cuddling, having all of our meals together, and going to counselling like a couple."

"Steve."

"Go say yes."

My eyes shot up at him.

"What?"

"He's a good guy," he admitted, "yes. I made that comment, and I probably shouldn't have, but Bruce is a great guy...and I know that he'd treat you right."

"Steve I-"

"What are you doing, trying to rationalize it to me, bunny?" he asked, picking up the ice pack. He held it to his jaw as he looked back to the tv, "this guy didn't abduct you, and he didn't break your jaw...go say yes to him."

Biting my lip, I nodded. Without another word I opened the door and made my way down the hall.

How could he not care?

Why would he push me towards Bruce?

'Because he's a good guy, despite his flaws.'

Stupid internal monologue.

Why can't he be my good guy?

I knocked on the door.

My heartbeat began speeding up as I heard the soft footfalls leading him closer to me.

Do I like Bruce?

Yeah, we have a lot and common.

And it's easy to talk to him.

And he's really sweet.

And he has the cutest dimples when he smiles.

An-

"Miracle," he said quickly, "wh-what are you doing here?"

"Still want to have dinner with me?"

And he smiled.

Damn those dimples.  

Kenzie’s POV

"You're fucking crazy," he growled out at me. I threw the glass I'd held in my hand at him, and he held his hands in front of him in defense, "DAMN IT STOP THROWING MY SHIT, KENZIE!"

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were seeing her!"

"She and Banner are working on my arm," he yelled, his eyes going wild as he yelled back at me, "What do you want me to do? DETACH IT!"

"YES!" I yelled throwing yet another easily moveable object, "I don't want you anywhere near her.  You know that!”

"WHY?"

"Because you're still in love with her!" I yelled, throwing another glass at him. It shattered against his vibranium arm, "YOU JUST CALLED ME BY HER NAME TWO MINUTES AGO!"

"It was an accident!"

"BULLSHIT!" I screamed, "ARE YOU FUCKING HER TOO? IS THAT WHY YOU WON'T FUCK ME ANYMORE?"

"I'm not fucking her!"

"BULLSHIT!" I screamed again.

I paced up and down the hall, trying to figure out what to do.

Bucky had kicked me out of his room, and I definitely wouldn't go back to mine.

No.

Not now.

Not after everyone on the floor probably heard our fight.

"Jamess," I said in a singsong voice. He shifted slightly on the couch, holding one of the cushions. I laughed. It was rare that he wasn't sleeping on the floor, "James, wake up baby. I'm done training for the night."

"Mmmm," he moaned softly. He shifted a little more and I noticed that he was hard. Sliding my hand along his sweatpants covered thigh, I made my way over to his erection, and softly stroked him over his clothing, "mmmm, doll."

Gliding my hands up to his waistband, I reached in so that I could stroke him beneath his sweatpants. Eyes closed, he let out a heavy and pleased sigh. He was already leaking precum from his tip and the light grey sweatpants were starting to spot a darker grey.

"You like that," I whispered against his ear, "you like that, James?"

"Don't stop doll," he pleaded lightly. I smiled, going to reach for the waistband of his sweats. As I pulled them down, he slid himself further up on the couch so that his head could rest against the arm of it comfortably. Leaning down, I began kitten licking him, "fuck, doll. I love your mouth."

I smirked, taking him in my hands and working him as I let my tongue circle the head of his cock. Taking him in my mouth he groaned, his hips bucking slightly.

"More," he whined. I hollowed my cheeks and complied, taking more of him in my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat, "Oh god."

I kept working on him, bobbing my head softly as he tangled his hands in my hair. He tried bucking his hips more, letting me know that he was close. Right when he was about to cum, I stopped, backing away from him entirely.

His eyes opened and he was looking at me. My hand made its way back to his cock, and he eyed me suspiciously as I worked up a slow pace again. He started bucking against my hand again and I pulled away.

"Baby, don't play with me like that," he pleaded, not moving from his spot on the couch, "I had a really hard day."

"I'm not playing with anything," I smiled innocently, "I just wanted to make you last a little bit...tease you the way you tease me."

"Doll, I have you cumming on my hand, tongue, or cock in under five minutes every time. I don't tease you like this," he growled playfully. I smiled, licking my lips as I got up, "where are you going now?"

"Just thirsty is all," I shrugged. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, "why?"

"You gonna finish this?" he asked, raising his brow as he eyed the erection straining in his sweatpants.

I shrugged again and he sighed to himself, "Damn it Mira, you always do this to me. Why do you always get me riled up then walk away?"

"Excuse me?"

He stood up, pulling his sweats all the way back up, "you always rile me up and then stop...do you enjoy edging me or something?"

"What did you just call me?" I growled, not able to contain my anger.

It was then that he realized what he said, and his eyes shot to me, "baby I swear-"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I screamed at him as I threw the glass.

I was furious as I banged on the door.  That stupid bitch.  I'm gonna kill her.  Fucking with Bucky.  The door was ripped open, but it wasn't Mira, "where the hell is she?"

"What's going on?" he asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Where is Miracle?"

"She's on a date," Steve said in a confused tone, "what happened? Why are you crying?"

He went to reach out to me, but I slapped his hand away, "don't touch me."

"Sorry," he said, hands up in defence, "Mira is on a date with Banner..."

I smiled.

The way his eyes darkened when he said that.  He was jealous.

"Kenzie what's going on with you?"

I put on the saddest face I could muster, and I wrenched a few tears free, "it's Bucky..."

"What did he do?" He took a few steps forward and I internally smiled. I put my hands to his chest as if I had some intention of stopping him. He looked down at me, "are you okay?"

"No," I admitted, wrenching a few more tears free, "Bucky and I were getting intimate...and he called me Mira."

Steve's eyes darkened even more.

"What?"

"I just lost it," I cried, throwing myself into his arms, "She's been spending so much time around him with Banner and I....I thought the worst."

He slowly pulled me off his chest and looked at me, "whatever happened, I'm sorry...but Mira wouldn't do anything with Bucky."

"How would you know?" I asked, "she's on a date with another guy...it's like she can't make up her mind, so she'll just have a taste of all of you."

"She's not like that," he said, trying to defend her. I felt my jaw tense as I realized it would be harder to get him on board, "she didn't even want to go on a date with Banner because she thought it'd be unprofessional. I had to talk her into it."

And the inward smile was back.  I knew that trick.  Mira always used that as an excuse not to go on dates...When she was hung up on her ex.

I looked up into Steve's eyes as I heard the elevator ding. When I saw the corners of his lip turn into a smile I knew who was behind me...and I knew his smile was because I only heard one set of footprints behind me.

Reaching up I grabbed him and slammed our lips together before he could react.  

Chapter 24

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