#drinks AND get cakes AND hot food orders were coming through???

[fingertipsmp3]

Do you ever have those shifts where just everything goes wrong

[deadmandead10845]

This is Brandon. Brandon is a 2L (second year) student at a top tier law school. He is a very hard worker putting himself through law school alone. He survives off a diet of ramen and similar cheap foods and hardly gets enough of it. He weighs just 150lbs. He just scored an offer from a big law firm which means he gets to spend his summer between 2L and 3L as a summer associate at lawyer salary. He can’t wait to have enough money to survive.

After spending a summer with money, Brandon learned how much he loved fine cuisines and eating out. He was at cocktail parties and drinking and eating a lot too. He was shocked to see on the scale that he gained 60lbs from May to September. Ultimately he felt defeated as he had no time to work out and lose weight as a 3L law student. He grew a patchy beard to try to cover his double chin, but everyone knew that he got porky.

Throughout his last year as a student, he kept up the eating and burned through the money he saved during the summer. After graduating, he started work at the firm but couldn’t wait to get his first paycheck. He was in no position to buy a new suit and it stopped fitting him. He knew that there was no chance the coat would button. Brandon wasn’t shocked this time when he stepped on the scale and saw 270lbs. He knew he’d been eating and he had no time to burn it off. He thought now that he was graduated he would have the time. He was so wrong.

Brandon was working 70-80 hour weeks coming home exhausted and often ordered takeout to the firm’s office. Within just a few months he had crossed 300lbs. He had never had access to so much money or food especially with the last 3 years being borderline starving on 79 cent ramen cups from the campus vending machines. It was impossible to resist grabbing a bite when he could.

Before he knew it, Brandon had already outgrown all of his new suits. All of the other associates had put on a few pounds too and Brandon kept telling himself it was the same thing. The difference was the associates were maybe 20lbs heavier and had dad bods, and he was nearly 80lbs heavier coming close to 360lbs. He had never been heavier in his life and had never dreamed of being half the size he was. He was out of control. Not even 2 years ago, he was just under 200lbs.

It felt like everyday that Brandon would rip something, pop a button, or knock something over with his immense size and girth. He was getting really self conscious of his weight until one of the paralegals took a liking to him. At this point, Brandon was 32, single, unhappy with his body, well over 400lbs, and spending most of his life in the office. Brandon thought the paralegal was joking when he called him handsome. After whittling away at Brandon, he finally asked him out and they became boyfriends. His name was James.

Brandon knew something was up with him because whenever they were intimate, James would play with his belly and comment on his size. He would even dress up in Brandon’s massive suits and pants. It wasn’t until Brandon’s 33rd birthday when James brought a family sized cake to his apartment. Brandon thought maybe this was a surprise party and his friends were hiding in the other room, but James brought it with the intention to feed it all to him. Every time Brandon would eat a slice, James would spend a few seconds sucking him 0ff, but when he got somewhat close, would stop and wait until Brandon ate another slice. After two tiring hours, Brandon had finished the entire cake and finished HARD into James. Brandon spent the entire week thinking about how hot that interaction was and asked James to do it again.

Within weeks, this became the normal and Brandon and James had introduced food into their nightly routine and consequently Brandon began to pile on the pounds. This headshot of him at 450lbs was probably the last time he was able to close a suit around his girth. Now that James was appreciating him for his size, he didn’t hate how he looked anymore and embraced that he was the big guy in the firm. The other associates couldn’t recognize him from when he started working there.

Brandon and James have been dating for a few years now, and Brandon’s belly really showed for it. He was just over 520lbs and he loved it. He had to get a second seat on the plane when he traveled for work, learned the tricks to how to get a meal expensed and would get massive amounts of food expensed so he could outgrow his next suit. He looked forward to outgrowing clothes thanks to James.

At 38, Brandon made partner. He was at his heaviest as always but he was really struggling to stay mobile. Brandon was tipping scales at 660lbs and still happy with James. They were now engaged to be married and planning a wedding.

[panjakes]

It is me!!!! Okay so I got a request. Omg the way I'll cry if you actually do it.

Can u do Jake from Enhypen x Black!reader who hates pyshcial touch, but let's him hold her hand or touch her the first time?

I hate physical touch it's make so.......uncomfortable ........

But if decided to acceot this ask it'll be a dream come true😭😭

Baby!!! You and me both!! I do not want to be touched. There’s a selective few who can touch me😭

Now jake loves his girlfriend Yn. And he knows she loves him. They’ve been together going on two years now but Jake has NEVER touched her. Not a hug. Not holding a hand. The most physical touch he has ever gotten from her was the time he was sitting between her legs and he fell asleep and his head fell on her knee.He didn’t mind because she always showed her love for him in many other ways.

“Wanna get food?” Jake asks from Yn’s kitchen

“You read my mind! Let’s go!” Yn says grabbing jakes car keys causing him to jerk his neck

“Uh who said we were driving my car?” He asks

“I did. Now let’s go” she says opening her apartment door

“Yes ma’am” he says following closely behind

The car ride was filled with the couple debating about who was a better lyricist. Of course Yn got heated and of course jake got her heated on purpose. He fount it cute when she spoke about something so passionate

“Whatever, I’m paying so what do you want?” She asks

“You paid the last time” Jake says

“I did?” She asks with a frown

“Yeah” Jake says lying.

“Your lying, but okay” she says making jake chuckle

“Sweetheart just let me spoil you” jake says opening the door and getting out to open the door for Yn

“I’m not complaining, while we at it…let’s go to target” Yn points

“Okay, I need some stuff anyway” jake mumbles

“The target with Starbucks in it” she says making him nod

“That’s fine I want that crunch vanilla stuff you get” he says making Yn laugh

“The Carmel ribbon crunch?” She asks

“Yeah…that” he says making her laugh harder

As the couple reach the restaurant jake opens the door for her and they go sit down at a table.

“I want a big fat juicy burger and hella fries” Yn says

“Would I be lame if I get chicken tenders” Jake says scratching his head

“Nah…I will talk about you tho. Everything on this menu and you get chicken tenders” Yn says laughing at Jake causing him to pout

“Your not funny” he mumbles

“I like to think so” Yn says laughing harder

After a very fulfilling dinner, the couple got back into the car and started their trip to target. Yn sat at one of the tables while Jake ordered their drinks.

Jake ordered a few extra things because he knew Yn liked them. Grabbing their order and a cart, the couple started walking through the store.

“I got your cake pops!” Jake says excitedly

“Thank you baby” Yn says smiling at him

It made his heart swell knowing he put that smile on her face.

The couple walked through the store putting a few things in the cart here and there.

“Hey babe? Isn’t this your favorite candle?” Jake asks grabbing a yellow candle off the shelf

“Yeah” Yn says taking it from Jake and smelling it. After lidding it, she puts it on the shelf again

“Why’d you put it back? It’s the last one” Jake says

“Yeah but the one I have still hasn’t ran out” Yn says shrugging

Jake says nothing as he puts the candle into the cart

“What’re you doing?” Yn asks

“Your getting the candle. Don’t argue with me because I’m buying everything in this cart” he says pushing the cart leaving Yn in the isle shocked

“You going to stand there or finish filling the cart up?” He asks making Yn’s cheeks get hot

Thank god for that brown skin of hers.

She jogs over to Jake in the next isle as he was getting his man products.

With what jake just said still fresh on her mind, Yn wanted to show him some kind of affection and jake could tell her gears were turning

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jake asks throwing some stuff in the cart

“Can you…well, I want you to Uh hold my hand” Yn says mumbling but Jake heard it

He stood there with wide eyes, hand still on a bottle of soap that was still on the shelf

“Wait for real?” He asks

“I Uh never mind, sorry I asked” she says turning around embarrassed she even asked. As she was about to walk away to another isle Jake grabbed Yn’s hand before she could walk away

Jake wraps his hand around hers with a smile

“I’ll hold your hand whenever sweetheart” he says making her smile again

“Thank you” she whispers

“Can I kiss your hand or am I moving to fast?” He asks making her giggle

“Go ahead” she says watching as her boyfriend brought the back of her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on it.

For the first time, it made her melt.

[hurpdurpburps]

Otherside Picnic Manga Yuri Club Special Story 4 English Translation

SPOILER WARNING: This is an expansion of Toriko and Sorawo's first fight in File 4 - Time, Space and a Middle-aged Man in Vol 1 of the novels.

Written by: Miyazawa Iori

Translated by: @hurpdurpburps

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Chapter 4: Ikebukuro, Cafe Meal For One

I sat there in a daze for a while, staring at all the food sitting on the table.

Taco rice. Chocolate and sour cherry cake. Matcha terrine. A “tart of the day” [1] topped with plenty of raspberries. A large cup of caffè latte. A pot of grape tea and a teacup.

The afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows shone a spotlight on the seat across me. Toriko, who had been sitting there a moment ago, was no longer here. We had gotten into an argument and she’d ended up leaving the cafe.

"Phew…"

Slowly, I straightened up from the back of my chair which I’d been leaning against, then I picked up a spoon and plunged it into the plate of taco rice.

"Hargh…" a sigh of frustration escaped from my lips as I mixed the taco meat, lettuce and tomato.

Our messy conversation had begun just as the food arrived, which led to most of it being left untouched. I glared at the empty seat across me again. Toriko's habit of over-ordering without thinking about the consequences meant that I usually ended up overeating whenever we went out for a meal. I began eating the taco rice with a vengeance, as if to vent my anger at Toriko, who had abandoned her post and ran away.

I recalled my conversation with Toriko as I chewed on lettuce.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything after all, about Satsuki-san being dead already…

… No, I was sure the topic would’ve come up eventually. Satsuki-san was Toriko’s sole reason for going to the Otherside. Things were bound to derail if they went on like this.

Which was why I didn’t regret saying what I said.

Or at least that was how it should’ve been.

I finished the taco rice in one go, put down my spoon, then rinsed my parched mouth with tea.

Three untouched desserts remained.

Seriously, what the hell is up with her way of ordering? At least eat one of them before you go.

I simply couldn’t bring myself to leave food unfinished on the table after it's been served, and Toriko seemed to find that amusing.

What a nasty piece of work. [2]

The tea I'd ordered was served in a pot, so there was still about two cups’ worth left. I poured myself a refill and started on the matcha terrine. I’d thought terrine was some kind of finely chopped vegetable or meat dish solidified with agar, but what was on the plate was much more chic than I had imagined. When I took a bite, the rich, bittersweet matcha melted in my mouth.

Hmm, this would pair better with coffee than tea…

Toriko's latte caught my eye just as the thought crossed my mind.

Did she touch her drink? [3] She did… But there's almost all of it left, what a waste…

… … … … … … … … [4]

Argh. Whatever. I'll take it.

I reached out, grabbed the cup of latte, and took a sip.

"Tsk."

It was still hot. I checked my lips with the pad of my middle finger for any burns. Then I brought the cup to my lips again [1] and took a cautious sip this time, making sure to blow on it. Just as I expected, the latte paired perfectly with the lingering sweetness in my mouth. It seemed Toriko hadn't added any sugar.

But even now, I was still troubled. I didn't know how to process my feelings.

This might’ve been the first time in my life that I'd gotten into a proper argument with someone in such a manner. And by that, I meant… in the sense that the other party wasn't an enemy. I wouldn't be fretting so much if it’d been an enemy. Or rather, there wouldn't have been an argument. I would’ve either left the place immediately, or thrown hands in a fit of rage.

Another thing that was frustrated me was the fact that I’d ended up getting scared. The Otherside was an important place to me as well, and I didn't mind exploring it with Toriko. Which was why I’d wanted to tell her to be more careful and not just play things by ear, but as I spoke, it'd dawned on me that I was afraid.

Strange. Have I always been this weak?

Here I was, more hesitant that I thought I’d be, in the face of the unknown world that I’d been pining for so long,

Though it’s true that the Otherside is a scary place…

My conversation with Toriko had shed some light on a few things.

The main reason for my reluctance was probably because I wasn’t going to the Otherside simply for exploration’s sake, but rather to look for Satsuki-san, who meant nothing to me.

I would’ve been fine if we were exploring together without any of that unnecessary baggage.

"… Ah."

Noticing that my hand had stopped, I picked up my fork. There was still half of the terrine left, along with an entirely untouched tart and cake. I had a long way to go.

Also, it just occurred to me that I was going to be paying for everything.

That woman…

I'll never forgive her.

My anger rekindling, I stabbed my fork into the terrine with renewed determination.

TL Notes

General note: I adopted a more 'literary' prose style to match the tone of the novels. Hence, the translation in this series will be significantly more liberal than my usual analytical posts. Feel free to ask me anything.

[1] In the official English localisation of the novel, this was mistranslated as "Japanese tart". The translator most likely misread 「本日のタルト」 as 本日 (today) is 日本 (Japan) flipped backwards.

[2] The phrase used here is 意地汚くて悪かったですね。Which is a bit vague as 意地汚い can refer to either mean or gluttonous behaviour, but there is no subject to determine who this adjective is describing... Based on the flow of the monologue I decided that Sorawo complaining about Toriko was more likely than making a self-deprecating joke. Suggestions / alternative interpretations are welcome...

[3] The Japanese expression used in both moments is 口つけ, which directly translates to "putting [one's] mouth on [it]". I dunno about you, but I'm choosing to interpret this as Miyazawa making a deliberate choice to insinuate that Sorawo was (sub?)consciously aware of the implications of her actions here.

[4] Usually I shorten excessive punctuation but Miyazawa specifically included 8 sets of ellipsis here so it seemed appropriate to preserve it lol.

List of Yuri Club's Otherside Picnic Short Stories [my translations]:

1. Shinjuku, The First Meet-Up (新宿、初めての待ち合わせ)

2. Hasshaku-sama Epilogue (八尺様エピローグ)

3. Ochanomizu, The First Afterparty (お茶の水、初めての打ち上げ)

4. Ikebukuro, Cafe Meal For One (池袋、ひとりカフェ飯)

5. Naha, After The Big Job (那覇、大仕事の後)

6. Ishigaki Island, A Dazed Vacation (石垣島、呆然のリゾート)

7. Mercedes AMG, The Backseat (メルセデスAMG、後部座席)

8. Otherworldly Elevator, On The Way Back (異世界エレベーター、帰路)

9. Kozakura Mansion, Pizza Party (小桜屋敷、ピザパーティー)

10. TBD

11. TBD

[filmofhybe]

rainy café days - KIM SUNOO

synopsis : it’s a slow rainy day in your cafe house in Korea, and your one and only costumer was Kim sunoo. You were bored and didn’t have anything better to do so why not get to know him more, or would he just act cold and ignore you while continue to gazing at his computer ?

pairing : uni! student sunoo x café owner oc!

genre: stranger to crush, fluff , small smau

warning : nothing

word count : 1397

You gently shook the raindrops off your wet umbrella before stepping inside your café house. Your café was really unique, it’s located on the very top of a building in the middle of Seoul. The view of your cafe is the the whole point of why you decided to pick this location to continue your dream job as a café owner. The rent wasn’t ideal since the place was huge, and the view didn’t help with the price either. But at the end, you pulled it off, and now you’re working as a full-time café owner.

 

You dried your shoes before stepping inside the café. Putting the chairs back down and fixing the tables wiping the tables and bringing freshly baked cakes out of the fridge before setting the delicate desserts inside the fridge display. You turned on your café playlist before posting a daily café pictures on the café’s Instagram. And started going through what you should be baking today and yesterday’s sells.

 

It has been a few hours and only 3 people has came by and left with their hot coffee and dessert. It was a really slow day. You sighed as you continue patiently waiting for lunch time to come around the corner. As you were waiting, a man stepped into the café. He was holding a briefcase-type bag, brown trench coat with straight dress pants, and black sneakers. He was so cute with his blonde slightly wet hair due to the rain, it made my heart pound for a second I can’t lie… You greeted him politely before asking for his order.

 

“Hello welcome to Brew Café! What would you like to order today?” You smile brightly as you said. His perfume was filling up the space around you, making you admire him more.

 

“Hi I would like to have a Caramel Macchiato  with a shot of espresso, and can I also have that strawberry shortcake please? Thank you so much.” He gave you a smile back before waiting for you to type in his order.

 

“Alright that would be 66,000 won please.” You said as he taps his card into the card reader. You gave him his receipt before making his coffee. You made his caramel macchiato with lots of effort and carefully brought his strawberry shortcake out of the display before setting it down on the sliver tray. You grabbed the tray and walked to his table without spilling anything. He mumbled a small “thank you” before flashing you a cute gummy smile. He continues to type on his computer as he take a sip of the hot brewed macchiato.

 

It has been a bit an hour with this cute guy sitting in your cafe. You watched as he took really small bites of his shortcake, enjoying the sweet flavor in his mouth. His already lunchtime and you decided to make your own kimbap for lunch. You thought he would leave the moment you finish making your lunch, but as you walked out the kitchen, the man was still sitting there, on his laptop while sipping into his macchiato.

 

Is this guy taking his time or what… you were confused why he is still drinking and eating the stuff you served him an hour ago. People usually devours the pastry and drinks quickly. It makes you question if he didn’t like your food at all.

 

You decided to ask if he would allow you to sit next to him since there’s no one around and you’re bored out of your mind. As you quietly approach him. You softly tapped on his shoulder before he looks up at you with his crystal eyes. The eyes you could stare in them for hours.

 

“Hi I was just wondering if I can sit with you while I have lunch, since no one is around..” you gave him a soft smile hoping he would accept your offer.

 

“Oh of course! Please sit.” He offered you the sit beside him as he flashes his gummy smile once again that made your heart want to burst out.

 

“I’m sunoo by the way nice to meet you!”

 

“Oh uh I’m y/n nice to meet you too! Hope you enjoyed your food.”

 

“Oh my goodness is so good! I’m taking my sweet time to eat it!” That made you sigh of relief that he’s actually enjoying your food.

 

“Oh thank you so much. If you want more I can give it to you for free.” I only said this cuz i think you’re cute and I want you to stay longer in my café in this horrible weather.

 

“Is okay! Don’t worry about it, I hope you don’t mind staying here for a couple of hours just to finish up my homework.”

 

“No is okay! My café doesn’t close until 5 today so you are welcome to stay until then!” You exclaim as you take another bite of your food. You guys kept exchanging conversations about your current status, opinions on movies and favorite hobbies.

 

As time goes on, you guys felt like you have known each other for so long. To the point you guys have even started talking about your past careers.

“NO WAY YOU USED TO BE AN IDOL?” You particularly screamed as he told you this information.

 

“SHUT UP IT WAS AGES AGO!!” He laughed as he continued to type in his computer. It was pass 5 now and you insisted on letting him stay till he’s finished even though your store was already closed.

 

“LISTEN I WOULD BE ROOTING FOR YOU IF I’VE KNOWN YOU OMG WHAT.” You continue to rent about how much you would support him and cheer for him if you knew him long ago. That made Sunoo blush because no one was ever this enthusiastic about supporting him. Non of his family wanted to support him until be became a uni student 2 years later after his contract ended with the company. Even though he will always remain as Kim Sunoo in his group, he rarely appears in their activities now.

 

You quieted down after a while of renting so he can have some peace and quiet to finish his homework that’s due tomorrow. “And..I’m done!! Finally!” He stretched his arms as he close his laptop before putting it back in his briefcase-like bag. “Thank you for your company and food today it was really pleasing and I would definitely come tomorrow again. Sorry for making you stay with until this late, maybe I should drop you off.” He said wanting to return the kind offers from you, and to spend a bit more time with such a beautiful girl.

 

“Is no worries! And thank you for the offer but I think you should take some rest.” You told him as you grabbed your handbag and umbrella , ready to leave.

 

“y/n I dont take no’s as an answer.” He grabbed the umbrella in your hand before walking into the elevator with you. Opening the umbrella as rain continues to pour above the both of you

 

You didn’t notice that Sunoo was now admiring your gorgeous beauty. Your soft rosy cheeks and how your hair flow from the cold breeze. Realizing he developed feelings for you as you both gossiped about each others interests. He dropped you off at your nearest bus stop before handing you back your umbrella.

 

“Thank you for today, y/n. Your café is really a nice and special place for me. I really enjoy your presence. I hope you don’t mind me stopping everyday now.” He chuckled as he fiddled around his briefcase bag before taking out his umbrella.

 

“You made my café warmer in this weather so thank you for visiting. And I’ll gladly serve you everyday.” Deep inside of you were butterflies that such a beautiful man complimented your café. What an achievement…

 

“Right I’m going to go home now. I hope we can hang out tomorrow again, love. Take care.” He said before opening his own umbrella. Flashing you his smile once again before heading the other way back to his home.

 

From that day forward, Sunoo becomes a regular visitor to the café, not just for the ambiance and the coffee but also for the chance to spend time with the beautiful barista, y/n. Their connection grows stronger, and their feelings deepen into genuine affection.

 

As the rain continues to pour outside, y/n know that Brew Café remains a cozy haven for their blossoming relationship.

 

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[ohnomytummy]

hi, new here, so uh…those belly fantasies…yeah? 🫣

if I were to-hypothetically-send a fantasy it would be this…

I just got back from dinner. My belly is completely stuffed full. Groaning in pain I make my way up to you and place my head on your chest. My belly lets out these sickly gurgles as it tries-and fails-to digest everything. It’s at its brim but I don’t mind if you stuff me until I’m puking my guys out…

ps. I don’t mind wholesome or…kinky… *cough* kinky please *cough*

Hi 😙 This one was cute and hot and domestic and fun!!! Thank you new anon friend ❤️

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I love when you go out to dinner with your friends on weekends.

You always order way too much food. Always get just a few too many drinks. You leave in your nice, put together outfit and get back with a button or two popped, your belly pressed against the fabric. Eager to undo the zipper or take off the belt.

You always text me when you think you “may” come home overfilled, which always means you’ll be eating till your seems are close to popping (close…can’t be too messy with your friends). Lets me know to be on the couch with some show on when your car comes up the drive…the oven and deep fryer on, just in case.

I hear your key in the door and my breath quickens. I can’t wait to see how big my baby got on their own, already waiting for the signal that you’re eager to get your belly near bursting.

I call out to you from the living room and instead of a hi or hey…you groan and sigh. You drop your stuff loudly on the floor, carelessly take off your shoes, and make your way over to me. The whole time, I’m watching your belly—your shirt is riding up over your bloat leaving your lower tum bare, your jeans are unzipped shamelessly. As you turn and walk towards me, I see new stains on the fabric. I can’t help but be proud at the sight.

As you reach me, I close my hands around the back of your thighs, gently squeezing your softness. I kiss your belly, triggering a light moan. You put one hand on my chest and fall into my lap, straddling me, letting your belly bulge sexily between the two of us. Wrapping both arms around my neck you lean into my ear and say those two pretty words: “Feed me.”

I look in your eyes and see that special, dirty, excited glint. You’re almost drooling at the salacious thoughts your mind has pushing you towards me and your tummy.

“Of course.”

We go to our room where a special fridge is hidden in our closet: full of all your favorite sweets, heavy dinners, drinks, and…appetite enhancers. As you undress and make your evening selections, I can see your goal. Spread out next to you (as you hold your belly in your hands) is a 2 liter of Coke, a cheesecake, and a pan of your favorite lasagna. You cock your head and look me dead in the eyes: “I want all of it.”

I ask if you’re sure (trying not to look too much like an eager puppy), and after the confirmation of you sucking on my fingers…we begin.

I lean you again the pillows and begin feeding you the lasagna. Your dinner, you say, was more like an appetizer. You had more drinks than food, you tell me you’re the perfect mix of tipsy and hungry (hiccup). Just nibbled a plate of nachos (the stains). You ask me to roll a joint after your first chunk of lasagna. As I fulfill your desire, you chug the soda so I can return to you burping, your tummy rounder than when I left.

We smoke and you eat…and eat, and eat, and eat. You finish the lasagna and I’m enthralled—we take a break so I can show you just how impressed I am (my thrusts make you sick, you say as you shake and moan). When you plow through half the cheese cake, I’m so turned on by your display, I’m feeding you with my legs straddling your open thigh, gently and mindlessly humping to the pace of your chewing.

But the thickness of the dessert gets you. You stop me and we hear a loud rumbling coming from deep within you. You’re so full, there’s no time to think or move: one gag and a wave of sick spills over you like it was just waiting in your throat to be released. You moan and sputter, wrapping both arms over your middle, contorting your body to protect your tummy (and stop me from feeding you). That cheese cake triggered something. You’re way, WAY too full. The ratio of dairy to everything else is sickening.

I quickly transition to caretaker. We’re well prepped with towels and trash bags. I place a towel in your lap, and, knowing you’re now helpless to the waves of sick about to rush over your body, hold a bag under your chin to prep for the next heave.

And boy do you heave. You shut your eyes tight and muster a horrible “oh god” as your huge binge starts rolling back up and into the trash bag. Your arms are now glued to your tummy, and as you heave fumble my way behind you, moving you into my lap. As you gain the ability to hold the bag yourself, I rub your back and belly, caressing your soft, damp inner thighs while you get sick.

After the first relentless wave subsides, you’re left with an intense overstuffed belly ache and spend the rest of the night running from our bed (which I cleaned and re-dressed when your puking turned to a rush of dairy belly and you were stuck moaning on the toilet for 20 minutes) to the bathroom. Neither of us really sleep because your stomach has me perpetually hard and wanting. Your tummy hurts so bad you can barely move, so I get both of us off to your stomach ache. Letting my mouth take care of you then jerking myself off to your bulging tummy ache.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

If you’re still taking soft prompts - can I request buddie in the bathtub? 🧡🧡🧡

I’ll count this under “long showers” because i do love to check off a to do list. Send me soft prompts! Find the finished ones on ao3!

It isn’t long into this apocalyptic fire season when they decide to take opposite shifts. It’s awful, being out here in the hills working himself to the bone without Buck at his side, and even worse when Buck is the one at the front line and Eddie is sitting at home and helpless to do anything if something goes wrong. It’s October, though, and the city has been staring up at flames on the horizon on and off since August, the sky a choking reddish gray, and after the first evacuation order for their neighborhood went out when they were both in turnouts up in Malibu beating back the other edge of the 200 acre blaze and they’d had to talk Carla through what to pack and where to find important documents over a call turned staticky by phone lines overtaxed by the scared and desperate, they’d decided that Christopher should have one of his parents with him whenever possible. So it’s been Buck for the last 30 hours that should have been 24 but replacements were held up in some other hellish pocket of usually picturesque landscape, stranding Eddie, and some members of the 133 and many people he’s never met before who aren’t even from LA, up near the Getty Villa. He’d been there just last spring, a field trip with Chris. The gardens had been nice.

Finally, finally he’s headed home. They’re back in the house again, for the third time. The fire itself had never actually gotten close, but they’d always returned to ash caked thick over the building, working its way through any crack in the house to coat their things in fine toxic dust. They’d spent their last overlapping downtime cleaning together, Chris still at Maddie’s place a little further out of the danger zone, washing everything that could be washed in water they’d been warned not to drink. That had been a full week ago. Eddie hadn’t seen his husband for more than a quick kiss hello-goodbye since, and he’s uselessly mad that the 24 hours they were supposed to have together before Buck heads out has been cut down to something more like 15 with travel time, and that he’s so exhausted he knows he’s going to sleep through most of it. He can hear Buck in the kitchen when he gets through the door and then slumps back against it, kicking off his shoes. It’s late, near one AM, so Chris is probably asleep even at the terribly old age of 14 where official bedtimes are mostly a thing of the past. Eddie can smell food of some sort. If he can just make himself walk a few more feet he’ll have a hot meal and loving arms around him. He takes a deep breath, head tilted against the door, eyes closed, trying to summon some impossible reserve of energy.

Buck, of course, comes to him.

“Hey,” he hears, soft and familiar, a moment before warm hands slide up his chest and rest on his shoulders. Eddie opens his eyes so he can just see Buck for a second before he folds forward into his arms.

“Hey, you,” he breathes into Buck’s clean shirt. Buck just hums, and kisses the side of his head. Eddie should tell him not to, he’s still filthy, but it just makes him relax further into his hold.

“You want food or a shower first?”

“Oh god,” Eddie lolls his head back to squint at him. “Dunno if I can stay upright long enough for either.”

Buck grins just a little, one half of his mouth, an eyebrow raised, and points a finger in the air. “I have a two part solution to this.”

Eddie laughs through his nose. “Please, enlighten me.”

Buck takes his hand, pulling him along to their bathroom and propping him up against that door instead, making a show of it and drawing more quieter laughter out of Eddie. “Wait just a second,” he says, kissing his cheek and darting back out to the kitchen and returning in record time with a still warm quesadilla on a paper plate. It’s cut into sixths and Eddie gratefully stuffs a triangle into his mouth as Buck moves around the room. He zones out a little, blinking when Buck appears in front of him again some amount of minutes later. He’s cleared the plate without even noticing, and Buck takes it from him and sets it on the counter.

“Figured it’d be good to make an easily eatable food. No utensils needed! All self-contained!” Buck smiles wide and pleased with himself and Eddie smiles back, and pulls him in for a clumsy little kiss.

“Good step one,” Eddie concedes, still sort of pressed against his lips. “What’s next?”

Buck gestures at the tub, now full of steaming water. “So you don’t have to stand up.”

Eddie could blame the fact that he tears up on how tired he is, but he gets blindsided by Buck’s gentle care often enough when he’s completely awake to know it would be a flimsy excuse. He tugs on him again, kissing him steadily, one hand coming up to hold his face as he tries to start undressing with the other. Buck huffs a little against his mouth, and joins his own hands in the effort, getting Eddie’s pants and underwear off, kissing him a little harder before they have to part to rid him of his shirt. Eddie leans in again, but Buck dodges.

“C’mon, get in.”

Eddie tries to pout at him, but it’s ruined by the adoration writ in every feature. Buck holds his elbow to steady him as he steps over the edge of the tub, provides strength to lean on as he lowers himself into the water. He groans a little as he’s submerged, the almost too hot water eating away at the aches in his muscles. Buck grabs his body wash as Eddie settles back against the edge of the tub, and lathers up a washcloth.

“Is it ok to even do this? Water advisory is still on.” Eddie mumbles as Buck starts carefully cleaning away dirt and soot.

“Just don’t swallow,” Buck says, voice shaped around a laugh that Eddie lets out. He taps on Eddie’s shoulder so he leans forward, and Buck scrubs at his neck and shoulders, taking his time over the left one. Eddie had stumbled up on a slope somewhere in the early morning dark towards the beginning of his shift, and he hadn’t had the time to check but he was pretty sure he’d gotten scratched up back there. Eddie watches Buck’s face. He looks concerned, but only gently, so it must not be too bad. Buck kisses the area when he’s done, and then hands Eddie the cloth to get at the submerged parts of himself as Buck grabs the shampoo. Eddie cleans himself quickly, and he can tell Buck wants to take the cloth back and make more careful work of it, but Eddie plugs his nose and dunks his head underwater before he can say anything. He wipes water away from his face when he reemerges, then leans over and leaves a wet handprint on Buck’s shirt as he goes for another kiss.

“Please,” Eddie says, nodding at the shampoo.

Eddie is not a man used to being taken care of- not in an intimate, physical way. The 118, and Frank, and even his family, have dragged him into accepting care and support from those around him, but relaxing enough to let another human being touch him, surrendering control, letting someone else do the work of maintaining his body is something that took him a long time to admit he wanted. Buck has always been good at finding ways to burrow past any wall Eddie constructs, however, and it had only taken three showers together after they’d started dating to discover how much they both enjoy it when Buck washes Eddie’s hair. Buck just likes touching him in general, in any way, as much as he can, and Eddie had been glad to overcome shyness and indulge him in the impulse.

Buck glides foamy fingers through his hair, combing out tangles and dirt as he goes. He works so slowly, paying absolute attention to the task at hand. His fingers against Eddie’s scalp makes the aches and fear of the day (the week, the last several months) melt away into the bath water. He relaxes utterly into his husband’s hands, very nearly lulling into sleep and not even worrying much about it. He knows Buck will keep him above water.

“Hold your breath,” Buck quietly instructs, and then there are rivers of water flowing over his scalp and face, again and again until he’s clean. He opens his eyes when it’s over, and Buck has his chin propped on his arm resting on the edge of the tub, just watching him. He smiles when they make eye contact.

“Hey,” Eddie whispers.

“Hey, you,” Buck says, tilting his head. He’s beautiful. He’s kneeling on the tile floor and his shirt is soaked and filthy and it’s probably closer to two now, judging by how tepid the water’s become, and it’s felt like the end of the world since August and probably since a long time before that, and here they are in it together, and Buck is beautiful. Eddie reaches out to touch his cheek.

“Conditioner?”

Eddie thinks about it as his fingers explore his nose, trace his birthmark for the thousandth time, but he shakes his head. The water is cold. “I want to go to bed.”

“Ok,” Buck says, turning his head quick to kiss Eddie’s fingers before getting up to grab a towel as Eddie pulls the drain. Buck gracefully ignores the ache-y noises Eddie makes as he stands, wrapping him up and leaving to grab clothes. He gives himself a onceover in the foggy mirror as he brushes his teeth. He’s looked worse, but he’s looked better. Buck comes in with sweatpants and an old Buckley LAFD shirt that’s permanently migrated to Eddie’s side of the dresser.

“You should probably change, yourself,” Eddie waves at the run off filth down Buck’s front. “Sorry.”

Buck shakes his head. “Probably should have stripped too,” he says, tossing in a wink because the sentence calls for it, heading back out for his own change of clothes.

Eddie follows, and then walks on tender feet further down the hall, opening Chris’s door as quietly as he can. His calm breathing competes for noise over the air purifier a few feet from his bed. There’s a book on his bedside table, and his DS on top of that, and the dinosaur stuffed animal Buck had got him at the natural history museum years ago that had lived on a shelf for a long time when he’d outgrown it is back on the bed beside him. He’s not as sound a sleeper as he was when he was a child, and Eddie can’t go to his side and press a kiss into his curls without waking him up, and they could all use any rest they can find, so he stays in the doorway and just watches until Buck comes to find him.

“He’s alright,” Buck whispers. “You know how brave he is.” He looks as haunted by the words as Eddie feels.

“Yeah,” he breathes, taking one last look. “I know.”

They walk back down the hall hand in hand, and Buck lets Eddie lead him to one side of the bed, laughing as Eddie pulls him down on top of him. With just a little bit of wiggling they’re able to get situated under the covers, Buck draped over his chest in the way he insists is comfortable and Eddie can never figure out how he manages without his neck getting stiff. He’ll never tell him to stop, though. Laying there with the weight of Buck over his heart is the safest place in the world, and always draws him immediately towards sleep. Eddie manages to resist the pull long enough to glance at the clock. 2:15. Buck has to leave at noon. He sighs and wraps his arms around him, and Buck burrows impossibly closer. For now. They have right now.

[beefrobeefcal]

I wanna take chubby Frankie to the michocana and buy him whatever the hell he wants, he wants an elote he gets an elote he wants three he gets three

OOOOOF NONNIE! WE THANK THEE FOR THE PROMPT.

I may have gone a little left field. While I didn't mention specific foods (as I am not well-versed on Mexican cuisine), I hope you enjoy what our fav chubby guy has in store for us today.

Beefro 👌🥩💜 --------<3---------

Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Dine Out & Eat In

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie wants to dine out and you're more than happy to help him out. Takes place after Part One at some point

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,818 finally, a true one shot!

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, oral (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), eating, belly praise, belly stuffing, rough sexy stuff, weight gain, oral (both M and F), hair pulling, hand necklaces, f on top.

Author's Notes: Thank you all for the Chubby!Frankie love! Does this answer why we find him being chubby so damn hot? No! But some questions are not meant to be answered... at least not right away. And an even bigger thank you to @harryleatherfit & @theywhowriteandknowthings - your kind words and support are necessary for me to churn out smut. Bless you both!

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“Anything I want?”, Frankie mused.

“Anything you want.”, you replied.

It was both of your day off and you spent a good portion of the morning in bed, limbs tangled together. You wanted to celebrate Frankie's raise and promotion at work, thinking he would want to find a new way to fuck you or eat cake off your tits. But he was full of surprises.

“I want you to take me to that Mexican place...”, Frankie hesitated, still new to the idea that you liked to keep him well fed.

“Oh?”, you sat up on your elbow and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “And what would we do there?”

Frankie flashed you a smile. “You’re gonna make sure I eat everything I order.”

*****

Sitting across from Frankie, you watched as he’d gotten through two of the three plates of food he’d ordered. You’d already finished your one plate and were enjoying your soda and cranberry drink, eyeing him up from across the table.

“Fuck me, Mouse. I’m gonna need a wardrobe of spandex if I keep this up.”, Frankie huffed while sitting back into his seat. “I don’t think I can finish...”

“Hmmm. Frankie, you told me that my role tonight was to make sure you finish everything that you ordered.”, you said in a low voice, leaning forward. “You still have food, baby.”

“Mouse...”, Frankie whined much in the same way you did when he relentlessly pushed you to over stimulation. “S’too much.”

He watched as you got up and moved to sit next to him in the booth, reaching out to touch him.

“Oh, Frankie. You’re not that full, are you?”, you cooed as you pushed into his full, but still somewhat soft belly with a little more force while rubbing it. His cock was pushing against his belly and jeans, hard and straining.

You leaned in and purred into his ear before nuzzling him with your nose, “Come on. You got more room in here, baby.”

Frankie thought he would come right there in his pants.

Panting, he pulled the last dish towards him and began to eat it.

“Doing so good, baby... I gotta keep you nice and full... look at that belly, getting big and round... just a few more bites... baby, you getting full? no, you got room, honey... come on, baby... eat it all, get it in... every last bite, Frankie... good boy.”, you cooed into his ear, continuing your belly massage with the occasional push into him.

Once he had cleared the last plate, Frankie huffed out a breath, his swollen middle forcing him to sit back as he tried to hide a small burp. You sat at his side, continuing to console his overstuffed tummy, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Good work, baby. Look at this big, heavy belly.” , you cooed again, sliding your hand under and pushing up into his much firmer, protruding stomach. “Oh, my poor, stuffed baby... look at you- so big. Now you're full, Frankie."

He looked at you and gave a hazy grin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy your sweet pussy tonight, princess.”

*****

Once home, you kicked your shoes off and headed towards the den, thinking that Frankie would want to lay out on the couch to let his full belly settle.

“Where d’you think you’re going, princess?”, Frankie growled as he grabbed your wrist.

You turned and looked at him. His shirt was slightly riding up his engorged middle, and his eyes screamed a heated message at you: I'm not done with you.

“You said I can have whatever I want, and you think you get to walk away from me?”, he warned, stepping towards you to cage you into a corner. He put his hands on the walls either side of your head, leaning forward. You could feel the coil in your heat begin its torturous wind up.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you spoke in a small voice. “I figured you were going to...”

“What? You think because I'm full that I don’t wanna watch you writhe and scream under me? Think I’m too stuffed and not up for it, princess?”, he growled glaring down at you.

Your brain short circuited, leaving you whimpering under Frankie’s harsh glare.

“You’re a fucking tease, Mouse... your pretty mouth saying all sorts of sweet things to me at the restaurant. Made me almost come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”, he leaned in further, mouthing kisses along your jaw. “Shouldn’t be so mean to me, baby.”

You let out a moan as your hands reached up, one into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other to his belly. His kissing got more aggressive, turning to nips and bites along your neck, then he bit down harder at the conjunction of your neck and shoulder. You hissed and jabbed your palm into the side of his belly, eliciting a grunt form him.

Frankie grabbed your wrist roughly and spun you around, pushing your front up against the wall. His belly pressed against your back, hand still holding your wrist.

“What d’you think you’re doing? Huh? You’re mine tonight.”, he snarled into your ear.

You tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he pushed his weight against you harder. You panted, feeling your arousal gushing.

“Nuh-uh, princess. You’re not going anywhere. Can’t let you out of my hold or you’re gonna run.” He began open-mouth, wet kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders. “You think you’re so fucking smart. Keeping me full and fat... keeping me slow so I can’t catch you.”

Frankie bit down again, drawing out a whimper from you, then growled in your ear, “Jokes on you, baby. I’m still hungry.”

He dove his hand down your front into your leggings and ran his fingers in your folds. You whined and rutted your hips against his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked, princess. So fucking needy.”, he sneered, ripping his hand out from you and grabbing a fist full of your hair, forcing you to strain your neck and look at him.

“But I get mine first, princess.”, he growled, letting go of your hair and pulling you back from the wall by your arm, towards the den.

He let go of you once he got to the couch and sat down, leaning back with his knees spread to give room to his big tummy. He looked up at you, his amusement barely being contained behind his domineering exterior. But that gentleness was gone when he raised his eyebrows at you staring back at him.

“Well, princess? This dick isn’t gonna suck itself. Get on your knees.”

Kneeling between his open legs, you got to work trying to get his jeans open which was bit of challenge given that they were almost too small before dinner. Frankie was watching you with a smirk through lidded eyes, his belly rising and falling with each breath. “Come on, Mouse... don’t keep me waiting, baby.”

You huffed, giving him and irritated look, wanting to keep playing his game, but his  jeans were not opening.

He reached out and grabbed your chin forcefully. “Don’t give me attitude, Mouse. Last warning.”

Not thinking, you pulled your head back out of his grip and gave him indignant glare. “Frankie, your jeans are n-”

His hand went around your neck, and he pulled you towards him, eyes on fire and teeth clenched. “What did I just fucking say? Huh? You’re being a fucking brat and I didn’t order one of those with my meal.”

His other hand went down, and he was able to pop the button of his jeans open, his belly forcing the zipper wide. “Fucking easy, princess.”, he scoffed as he pushed you back from him. “Get to work.”

You looked up at him as you situated yourself between his knees. His face was stern with a clenched jaw, but his eyes were pleading with you to keep the game going. Moving his jeans, you could the see the damp area on his grey boxer-briefs from his leaking tip. Pulling those down, his cock sprung up against his belly, begging for your touch.

You pumped his cock and rubbed your thumb over the slit and Frankie sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, Mouse.”, he growled through gritted teeth.

His hand came out and grabbed your hair, pulling your head down, pushing your mouth over his cock. You swirled your tongue around the tip before you took his length down your throat. Your cunt was now drooling from his forceful actions and words.

“Yeah, please... baby... oh fuck yeah...”, Frankie groaned, as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

You needed a release. Your cunt was throbbing, and you whimpered around his length. You took a hand off his knee and snuck it down to begin rubbing your clothed pussy, praying for some relief.

Frankie looked down when you whimpered, his hand in your hair continuing to guide your movements. He saw that one of your hands on his knee and the other was nowhere to be seen. He yanked your mouth off his cock, pulling you up to look at him.

“You that fucking desperate, princess? Can’t just suck my dick, you gotta get yours, too? Fucking greedy brat.”, he snarled.

Frankie loved the vision in front of him: you were almost dangling from his grip in your hair, lips red and worried from your work on his cock, needy and begging for him. He let go of your hair, then gave you an evil smile and chuckled darkly, his hand now around your neck, holding you in place.

“Please, Frankie... please... I need ...”, you begged.

“My poor baby... what do you need, princess?”, he cooed mockingly at you.

You whimpered again, arousal robbing you of a vocabulary. You tried wriggling again from his grasp while holding on to his wrist.

“No words, huh? Just a fucking attitude.”, he sneered with a shake of his head. “You need me to fuck the attitude out of you. Teach you a fucking lesson.”

He pushed you back with enough force to have you land on your butt on the floor. Standing up, he tucked himself back into his boxers, jeans hanging off his hips and his belly pushing out. He looked down at you. “Get up, you fucking brat. Bed. Now.”, he barked.

You didn’t waste a second and all but ran down the hall to your room. Frankie came in behind you and began to roughly take your clothes off. Standing in front of him naked, he pushed you on to the bed.

“You’re gonna regret this, princess.”, he crooned as he grabbed you by the ankle and yanked you to the edge of the bed, then kneeled on the floor, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. “Shoulda just behaved when you had the chance. You know I can stuff myself to the max and still have more than enough room to devour your pussy over and over and over...”

He bites down hard the inside of your thigh, enough so that you know there’s going to a bruise, and you cried out. You tried to get out of his grasp, but his grip on you tightened.

“I warned you, princess.”

He dove in and latched his lips to your clit and sucked. You screeched your hands went to his hair.

He pushed two fingers into your aching heat and hummed when he found that beautiful, sacred spot, and repeatedly hit it with each pump.

“Oh god... Frankie... please... please.... ohmygod....”

You could feel your walls begin to twitch and the telltale signs of your impending orgasm.

“Oh, Mouse... baby, you gonna come? Already?”, he cooed, as he slowed his fingers down.

“No, please don’t stop... Frankie, please!”, you cried out.

“Baby, I told you - you were gonna regret it.”, he said sweetly. “You gotta learn your lesson.”

You’d had enough. As much fun as it was being his plaything, you needed your release. You sat up and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling his face close to yours, nose to nose. You were vibrating from your failed orgasm and ready to draw blood.

You growled in his face. “I’m not playing anymore, Frankie. You’re either fucking me right now or I’m gonna-”

“What’re you gonna do, princess?” He gave you a cocky grin, his hands snaking their way up your body to your waist.

Your grip on his shirt tightened and you scowled. “This.”

You pushed him backward, him landing on his back on your bedroom floor. “Jesus Christ, Mouse!”, he hollered angrily, having caught him off guard. His full stomach was protesting the sudden impact he had with the floor, and he held it protectively.

He then tried to sit up, but you crawled up and sat on his thighs and pushed him back down forcefully. He tried once more to sit up, but between his heavy belly and you shoving him back, he knew it was no use.

“You had your chance, Catfish.”, you snapped at him, voice dark and demanding. “I want it. Now.”

His eyes went wide, taken aback by your use of his call sign and ferocity. Normally when you took control, you played the role of a femme fatal with a remarkable ease but were never forceful or physical like he was. When Frankie realized that he had pushed you to your limit, he melted, and he was thrilled.

“Oh fuck, baby…”, he moaned, reaching out to you.

You shoved his hands away forcefully, and pulled his boxers down, releasing his hard cock again. You grabbed it and pumped it a few times, while growling, “You throw me around like a fucking doll and look at you now. Too fucking stuffed to fight back.”

You spat on your hand and grabbed his cock, lubricating it. He grabbed your hips as you lined up with his length. Through gritted teeth, Frankie growled, “Take it, baby... yeah, take what you need.”

“Shut up!”, you snarled as you began to drop down and take him in.

You gasped as he bottomed out in you, eyes skewed in pain and relief all rolled into one. He watched your face contort and gently rubbed his thumbs soothingly over your hip bones, knowing that you would need a minute to adjust to his size.

“Come on, princess. You got me pinned to the floor and belly’s too fucking full to fight back… use me, baby… please… come on.”, he moaned, encouraging movement through his grip on your hips.

You started to rock your hips, and you planted a hand on his chest to steady you. Your rocking started to increase, and you let small gasps and cries out in time with your movement.

Between how tight and warm you were, the sounds coming from your mouth, and the view Frankie had over his belly of you bouncing on his cock, he was a wreck.

“Fuck… princess… feel so good… pussy’s perfect for me… ride me… that’s it, baby, fucking use me… take what you- what you need… fuck me, baby…”, he panted.

Your legs started to shake, growing tired, but you pushed on and increased your speed. You reached your hand down and began to rub circles over your clit, propelling yourself to the edge.

“Mouse… honey… slow down… I’m close, baby… I gotta get you- please… oh fuck, baby…”, Frankie begged, trying to hold out for you to get close, too, and then he felt your walls start to spasm.

“Yes!… yes, baby… I’m… fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…Frankie!”, you cried out, your orgasm ripping through your body.

Frankie moaned a string of unintelligible obscenities, his hips bucking up into you as he spilled his load into you.

Both of you were breathing hard for what felt like minutes and years. You were trying not to collapse on his stomach, but he reached up and pulled you down for a kiss – the first proper one since you got home – and enjoyed the afterglow. He winced as your body laid over his strained belly.

“Fuck, Mouse…”, he breathed out, smiling.

You sat up and lifted yourself off of him then sat on his lap, while he laid on the floor, arms now behind his head.

“You okay?”, you asked quietly, rubbing his tummy with one hand.

“I’m good, baby. Just super fucking full and fucked out.”, he chuckled. “You’re a fucking beast.”

You continued to massage his tummy, and he grunted in approval. “Keep doing that… feels good, Mouse.”, he hummed.

“Frankie…honey?”

He looked up at you, puzzled expression on his face, to you looking back at him with a smirk and an eyebrow raised.

“I’m pretty sure you said you’d eat everything… and pussy’s for dessert, Frankie.”, you cooed and batted your eyelashes at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby…”, he chuckled smiling, and grabbed your hips to pull you forward to your favourite seat.

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[chaletnz]

My Birthday in Cartagena

I started my birthday off with a relaxing sleep in and then I headed off for a walk around the old city again. It was hot but not as bad as the last two days so I was able to walk all the way to the castle walls and bastion before I was overheating. My birthday brunch and coffee today was at Época which was a super nice place filled with mostly Americans talking loudly. I went for a flat white and açai bowl which was the perfect combination of hot drink and cool food. Next I went to visit Centenario Park at the recommendation of some Youtube videos I had watched before I left for my trip. Lucky I did, as the park was full of animals and I followed a crowd of people staring up to find a sloth! It was actually moving too, which is so rare because they’re usually asleep. I bought myself a corozo juice from a nearby stand (apparently it’s good for cholesterol) and sat to watch the sloth slowly working its way through the trees. My afternoon was dedicated to exploring the Getsemaní area which was full of street art and colourful buildings although it was so hot it was hard to enjoy it. I had to move from shop to shop with AC so I didn’t melt into a puddle on the footpath! Walking in the boot was also taking a toll so it was time for an iced coffee of an afternoon which was had at Juan Valdez, and was good for the national coffee chain. With about two hours until the sunset cruise, I headed back to the hostel to get ready and meet up with Mili and Ana and they decided it was faster to walk to the port than get a taxi so off we went. Almost everyone was wearing white in some form and the boat wasn’t too crowded. We arrived a little early so we found ourselves a seat and redeemed our drink tickets for lemonades, starting to feel the heat of being still but it wasn’t long before the captain took us out on the water and the breeze came through. We fought for a space to get some nice photos of each other with the upper class area of Bocagrande in the background across the water and then I bought the 3 of us a round of cocktails (less than $20), then they bought the next round for us. The music gradually got louder as the sunset approached and we were getting a bit tipsy so it was all great fun! We sat back to watch the sunset and take photos, and then once it was dark some older ladies were having a great drunken dance on the deck on the way back to port. We were all starving once we got off the boat so Mili and Ana led us to Macarena for dinner, which was conveniently right by the hostel. We ordered quickly so our food and drinks would arrive before the big group of 8 American ladies had a chance to order. I went for a burger with approximately 6 potato wedges served with ketchup and cheese for dipping, paired with a maracuya mocktail. The girls surprised me with a dessert plate that the waiter brought to me, with the whole restaurant singing happy birthday. It was a small chocolate cake slice and “Feliz cumpleaños Yesid” written in chocolate sauce. It’s the thought that counts! I really appreciated them spending my birthday with me so I picked up the tab for our dinner and drinks which surprisingly only came to about $45 in total. After dinner the girls invited me out with them to Alquimeco bar which is the 9th best bar in the world, or in Latin America or something like that. They were going to ring in Ana’s birthday by going there after midnight and it looked really fun but I was completely exhausted, my ankle was sore after doing more than 16k steps today and I didn’t think I could stay awake for two more hours until they were ready to go so I wished them a good time and never even heard them come back to the room in the wee hours!

[heavenlyhoundoom]

St.Patrick's day at Willy's Wonderland.

(Willy, Gus, and Knighty are heading to the city for a fun day when a black cat crosses their path, Gus got out of the way before it happens.)

Gus: Don't let the black cat cross your path, it's bad luck!

Knighty: What?

Willy: Oh come on, don't tell me you believe that.

(The three continue walking, when a car drives through a puddle and splashes Willy with muddy water.)

Willy: Well Knighty, I guess Gus was right and know we're both gonna have bad lu-

(Willy turns around to see that Knighty was completely dry.)

Willy: How are you not wet, you were standing right next to me!?

Knighty: It's because I was given some good luck today.

(The three go to a diner for lunch, a frog seated them at a table. When Willy sat in his chair, there was gum stuck to his leg.)

Willy: Oh come on!

(A poodle waitress comes to take their order.)

Midge: Hello, my name is Midge, may I take your orders?

Gus: I would like a cheese burger with pickles, with a side onion rings and some chocolate milk please.

Midge: Alright, a cheese burger with pickles, with a side onion rings and some chocolate milk, what would you like to order sir? (Talking to Knighty.)

Knighty: I would like a raspberry iced tea for my drink and for my meal I think I'll treat myself to a fish fry please.

Midge: Alright, a fish fry and a raspberry iced tea, and how about you sir? (Talking to Willy.)

Willy: I would like some fried chicken and a an orange soda please.

Midge: I'm sorry sir, but we're currently out of chicken and our soda fountain is currently being repaired at the shop.

Willy: Alright, then how about a hot dog with ketchup and mustard with a side of tater tots and some orange juice please?

Midge: Sure thing sir, we'll get your orders soon.

(Three and a half hours go by and Knighty and Gus have finished their meals while Willy didn't even get his water yet.)

Willy: This sucks, it's been three and a half hours and they haven't even brought my water yet!

(A moth waitress arrives with a mug of coffee.)

Moth waitress: Here's your coffee sir.

(She trips and spills the coffee on Willy's lap.)

Willy: Oh come on, I didn't even order coffee!

Moth waitress: Oh, I'm so sorry, did you order a hot dog with ketchup and mustard and a side of tater tots?

Willy: I did, thank you mam.

(Willy thought that his luck was turning around but when he bit into the hotdog it was cold and the tater tots were super soggy. When the three were given the check the moth waitress told Knighty that his meal was free because he was their one millionth customer.)

Knighty: Man, talk about lucky.

Willy: And talk about unlucky!

(The three leave the restaurant after pay for their meals, Knighty looks down a sees a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk while Willy steps on a stray lego.)

Willy: Aaaaggghhh!!!

Knighty: Wow, I found a hundred dollar bill!

Willy: Good for you...

(They go to the mall and the Barnes&Noble in the mall was having a half off sale to celebrate the five year anniversary of being in business.)

Knighty: Oh yes, I'm gonna score a lot of high fantasy books.

(Willy looks around and sees that the Hot Topic at the mall went out of business.)

Willy: No, not the Hot Topic!

(The three get some some frozen yogurt at the Froyo Fortress in the food court.)

Puffin lady: Welcome to Froyo Fortress, it's Froyo Friday were we pick a random flavor and make it free, today our free flavor is espresso.

Knighty: Well espresso just so happens to be my favorite flavor.

(The three walk through the flavors and Willy sees that the birthday cake froyo dispenser is out of order.)

Willy: Oh, give me a break!

(Willy settles for rockey road froyo and Gus gets cotton candy froyo. They pay for their froyo and when Willy sits down, his froyo had already melted.)

Willy: I wanna go home!

(Willy, Knighty, and Gus walk home and on the way there Willy gets stung by a bee and Knighty finds his lost pocket watch on a bench at the park they were walking through.)

Knighty: My pocket watch, I must've left it on this bench the last time we were here, this is turning out to be the best day of my life!

Willy: Well this is turning out to be the worst day of my life!

(They get back home and Tito is there to greet them at the door.)

Tito: Hola amigos, how was your day in the city?

Willy: My day was terrible, I had nothing but bad things happen to me!

Knighty: I on the other hand had the best day of my life and I owe it to that black cat.

Willy: What are you talking about, black cats are bad luck!

Knighty: Maybe to you Americans, but for a Scotsman like myself, black cats are actually good luck.

Gus: You know, that actually explains why you've been so lucky today.

Willy: You could've told me earlier!

Knighty: I didn't think it was important.

(Willy goes to his room in defeat and goes on his phone but the internet was being very slow for him.)

(Happy St.Patrick's day.)

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Barista (2) Masterlist

part one

a hug in a mug (ao3) - allsassnoclass ashton/calum T, 3k

Summary: Ashton owns a coffee shop.  Calum comes in every day to order a coffee, but never drinks it.

Coffee Boy (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: Calum Hood has a crush on a barista, plenty of coffee making ensues.

Doggy Style - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 14k

Summary: Calum and Ashton aren't allowed to have pets in their building. So, when their landlord finds a leash in their apartment, Calum has to come up with a quick lie to explain its presence.

espresso hues (ao3) - kaliedoscopeminds luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: It’s not until he’s pulling into his own drive ten minutes later that he glances back down at his drink and is fairly horrified by the ghostly sight that meets him. His four-shot latte is a hideous shade of almost grey. Who the fuck made this latte and thought it was appropriate to serve to him? Calum sighs and lets himself into the house. He might have met a hot Starbucks employee called Luke, but he’s got an extremely feeble latte in return.

i know i don’t know you (but i’d like to skip the small talk and romance) (ao3) - bellawritess calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 10k

Summary: “Hi,” says the bloke behind the register. Calum drops his gaze and finds himself unable to look away. The barista looks around college age, maybe a year or two older than Calum, built enough that the short sleeves of his t-shirt are hugging frankly impressive biceps. Golden-brown curls fall messily over his forehead, and there’s an easy smile on his lips as he awaits Calum’s order. Calum’s not sure he’s ever seen anyone more attractive. “What can I get for you today?”

“Uh,” Calum says, feeling flustered and taken aback. “A, uh, pumpkin spice latte?”

I'm Going Blind from this Sweet Craving (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 6k

Summary: “Bye, Luke,” Calum says. “Maybe see you tomorrow, and... Hope you have a great day too.” His face breaks out into a wider smile that reminds Luke of the feeling of getting just the right consistency for macaron batter, or a perfectly smooth finish on a cake, or the way good puff pastry flakes into the perfect fragments when you cut through a mille-feuille. Or something.

-

A bakery au

I'm still seeing honey sweet (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 8k

Summary: Five times Luke and Calum go on what feels like a date and once when they actually… okay maybe it's six times.

It's Such a Shame That We Play Strangers (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) michael/calum/ashton T, 14k

Summary: “Well, when my favourite customer disappears I’m going to be worried.” Ashton reiterates, hands Michael his drink and a plate full of three types of cake like he knew Michael was coming. “You have a lot of food to catch up on. I’ve been on the cake wagon lately, haven’t I Cal?”

This is the first time Ashton’s addressed Calum in front of him which isn’t surprising because they’ve never been in this situation before, but Michael’s unsure of what to do with himself. They haven’t even been introduced each other.

lowercases and capitals (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Fuck, Luke, two minutes ago you were whining about Ashton not flirting with you enough, and now you’re making eyes at the barista.” Michael laughs a little as he says it, shaking his head in that special way he has that means he’s surprised at how unsurprised he is by Luke. It’s the same way he shakes his head when he catches Luke dumping powdered sugar on orange slices, or settling in to watch 10 Things I Hate About You for the hundredth time.

“I can find two different guys desirable at the same time,” Luke replies defensively. What’s the point of college, anyway, if you can’t enjoy the fact that you can bump into a different hot guy around every corner?

melting in the snow (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 5k

Summary: The cute barista is working at the coffee shop.

This isn’t a rare occurrence, but the circumstances are rare, because it’s snowing and Calum is cold and he’s not on his way to work this morning.

Oh, You Make Me Complete (ao3) - DearDevotedDelicate luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a solo artist who needs to find inspiration for his new project, he also needs a love life. A little-known cafe is the perfect spot for his dreams to come true.

put the stars in our eyes (ao3) - burstintocolor (anchormate) luke/calum M, 25k

Summary: Ben hangs up, leaving Luke still reeling. His family thinks he and Cal are dating. And they weren’t surprised. They’d been waiting for it. His mum cried because she was so happy for him. And worst of all, he hadn’t had a chance to correct Ben. Luke rolls over on his bed, burying his face in his pillow and letting out a groan.

or, luke’s family thinks he’s dating calum. luke doesn’t correct them.

sail along, let your path unfold (ao3) - deserteyes, TheseEmptySoundsAndEndlessStories luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: His heart’s beating frantically with nerves. He doesn’t know why; it’s not like he’s going to propose or anything. Just say “Hey, my name’s Luke, I’m your new neighbor, nice to meet you” or something like that. Easy. He’s got this, one hundred percent.

–

Luke gets a new neighbor.

taking flight (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum G, 5k

Summary: Luke likes routine. He likes getting up every morning in his tiny apartment he shares with Michael and getting the same train to the airport every morning. He likes going to the dive bar on Hunter Street on fridays with his friends. He likes his routine. 

Luke works at Starbucks at Sydney International Airport. Calum is a security guard at the same airport. Luke spends most of his mornings looking forward to when Calum comes for a coffee on his break. Calum spends most of his mornings looking forward to when he gets to see Luke on his break.

[skyvinn]

Review: Le Bajo Milkbar

Your mum has a friend who lives in Melbourne. You meet him now and then, and he’s a foodie. Therefore, it is only natural that the meet-up arranged is for Brunch! This family friend picks you up and shows you your ‘hood’, and brings you to Le Bajo Milkbar, another COV-19 creation. 

If you have ever been to Bali and visited Potato Head Beach Club, then know that this is the creation by one of the owners of said club. Stuck in Australia during COV-19, he decided to re-purpose part of his enormous garage (that keeps his fancy cars and what nots) into a little café focussing on Japanese sandwiches aka ‘Sandos’ (San – do). Think thick milky shokupan bread slices (freshly baked) housing a variety of ingredients and hence a sandwich is formed.

The menu has sufficient to choose from as long as you know it’s essentially a Japanese Fusion Brunch café. So don’t expect huge hearty meals but trust me the sandwiches are sizeable. For those who love shortcakes that is not a cake, they do fruit sandos here as well. Drinks wise, you have in-house roasted coffees to ramunes.

Be prepared to queue especially if you head on a weekend, despite operating out of a garage, this place is a veritable name. We were lucky to wait no more than 20 minutes, but it can go over 20min as it’s a tiny place with few seats but plenty who are after a nice catch-up over brunch.

You’ve seen the menu before arriving, so you know your exact choice – a Spicy Tako Karaage Sando. So, what’s the verdict?

Service: Friendly staff but don’t expect tip-top service. You order via QR code or at the counter and your only interaction is really when they serve you food. We ordered a coffee (takeaway) while queuing but managed to get a table before the order came. Frankly, we expect it to hence be served in a proper cup but they still served it in a disposable one. The waitress said she had already made it, so you know… If it was positioned as to be sustainable and not waste the cup, I would respect them. Putting that aside, friendly staff who will talk you through the menu if you wished but otherwise leave you alone.

Ambience: Think interior designer using expensive garage items to make a kitsch but comfortable setting. Wood, plants and an eclectic mix of collectibles creates a hip brunch café environment. It also clearly draws the ‘cool’ crowd. Also did I mention its cute logo (which they print on tote bags for sale). 

Taste: The sando was stuffed with fresh ingredients. The tako (octopus) was well fried, coming nice and crispy but not rubbery. The spicy mayo was not at all spicy but flavourful all the same. It took me quite some time to polish of the fat sando. The shokupan slices were just about right – not too thick to detract from the ingredients but sufficient for you to get the milky taste of bread. We ordered a side tofu salad which was a little average save for the fact they char the miso sauce on the tofu. That was a nice addition – aburi tofu (*≧ڡ≦*). I was told the coffee’s quality varies and that day was not the best. But I enjoyed my Mork hot chocolate. If you are in Melbourne, and come across hot chocolate called “Mork”, go for it! Think of it as Melbourne’s Valrhona. I won’t say it’s the same standard, but its pretty good all the same.

Price: $20+ for a meal

Worth a re-visit?: I could see myself re-visiting this place when I feel like having fancy sandwiches for brunch. But I suspect with the limited menu, I would be bored of it soon.

Le Bajo Milk Bar

8-14 Howard St, Melbourne Victoria 3051 

Lebajo.com.au

Mon – Sun: 9.30AM to 3.30PM

[twstdreams]

Rainy Days

It’s raining outside but warm in your heart.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle immediately checks on all the animals to ensure that their enclosure is set up to protect them from the rain. He enlists the help of several students and reminds them that the animal’s welfare is most definitely related to theirs. The dorm leader is not afraid to off some heads if the hedgehogs get sick!

The rain generally forces all the students into the dorm buildings. Given Heartslabyul is already at full capacity, he tries to ensure the students follow the rules despite being more cramped. 

School does not end just because it rains so he has a homework session with you. Catching up on assignments, writing lab reports, making study notes, all while taking refuge in the library or perhaps listening to the gentle sound of rain.

To reward you for your efforts, he’ll host a mini tea party for the two of you! The cool rain practically invites you to make a warm cup of tea. Depending on your mood, the two of you might try a new blend or perhaps an old favourite. Either way, it’ll be accompanied by a lovely dessert! Strawberry tart, rose petal petit fours, spiced chocolate cake, it all depends on what’s in season and Trey’s latest interest.

Leona Kingscholar

Cuddles for days when it rains! It’s not as if Leona is super productive or energetic on any given day but he most certainly is not getting all wet in the rain voluntarily. Lions do hunt during storms but Leona is more likely to go demand food be brought to him and laze about with you in his arms

He doesn’t treat rainy days as anything special but the two of you are likely doing separate things in the same space. You might be studying while he plays chess, reading as he naps, and so on

When the rain comes down, the two of you indulge in peaceful silence –– softly stroking hair with his head on your lap or leaning on his chest with a tail wrapped around your leg accompanied by the pitter patter of  raindrops falling

Azul Ashengrotto

Work never rests and Azul does not use rainy days as a sign to take a break

Rainy days, sunny days, all are good for business. He welcomes people to take cover from the rain in Mostro Lounge, while deliberating what item to buy off the menu of course

In the Sea of Corals, rain is treated much differently. Naturally no one who lives in the water fears getting wet, but rain does affect salinity and temperature of the ocean surface. Living in the depths of the sea means that rain is pretty new to Azul

It is kind of interesting for him to see rain and both how those on land treat it. He most definitely enjoys the uptick of warm drinks being ordered and unfortunately comes to learn how uncomfortable wet clothes are. 

The Octavinelle dorm is underwater so you don’t hear the soft sound of pouring rain unless you two were caught somewhere else before the downpour, such as the library or between classes. If you are, the background noise will most likely consist of a pen writing and drops of water hitting a window.

Kalim Al Asim

When it rains, Kalim would rather go out dancing than take shelter. The rain can help cool the temperature and nothing can damper Kalim’s mood. With grey skies blocking the sun, you can take refuge in Kalim’s sunny smile

Kalim stomps through puddles without hesitation. Clothes can be cleaned and he doesn’t mind getting wet! He’ll be delighted if you decide to join him frolicking in the rain. There’s no rhyme or reason really, you two just don’t let some cloudy skies get in the way of having a good time.

After the rain, there’s a rainbow! And if not Kalim can use his unique magic to make one. It’s a beautiful sight and the perfect way to end exploring and playing in the rain.

Warm up afterwards with hot chocolate or warm tea with milk as the two of you dry off. Be careful not to catch a cold or else you might end up with a grumpy Jamil

Vil Schoenheit

If he goes out, it’s with an umbrella, rain coat, and hair protectant to make sure his hair doesn’t get frizzy. No matter the weather, Vil intends to look beautiful.

With running outside on the tracks now out of the question, Vil is likely focus on yoga and weight training. He may do different forms of cardio though depending on the equipment and space available

Fresh and frozen fruits in his smoothie add colour to a dreary day while he also makes sure to get some vitamin D to make up for lack of sun

Vil never skips on his skincare routine ever, consistency is key, but on rainy days he might opt for a longer one. If you’re close, you might get to join him for a masking session! Or perhaps just be lucky enough to bask in his presence and get a glimpse at what he does to maintain the prettiest skin you’ve ever seen

Vil works on blog columns, plans social media posts, picks outfits, crafts potions, and completes homework on rainy days. If a plan or two has been cancelled, he gets ahead on other work. Vil does not waste day and he expects you to do the same!

May spare a kiss or two after skincare and removal of makeup if you were productive too

Idia Shroud

Nothing much changes for the homebody. He hardly had any plans to go out in the first place, but he hopes that gym class gets cancelled

Idia does have to check that packages didn’t get too wet! He might be anxious or frantic if he knew something delicate, limited edition, or precious is expected to be delivered during the dreary weather

Ortho wears water proof protectant so Idia isn’t overly worried, but he might do a check up or two just in case or if a scan shows abnormalities

He’s not opposed to some hot chocolate or warm drinks if you want! He’ll use headphones and try to keep quiet if you want to enjoy the sound of rain while you’re together

Suggest some comfy cuddles during the downpour and you’ll have a blushing mess on your hands, but he definitely doesn’t move away when you scoot closer! 

Rainy days have never been something fun for him, if anything one too many classmates watch him to see how his hair reacts with the water droplets, but they’re a bit more cozy with you

Malleus Draconia

One would think that Malleus has lived so long that rainy days lose meaning. While the Valley of Thorns isn’t a particularly rainy place, it is not so uncommon that it’s a cause for uproar. The weather changes as it always does.

However, the two of you are likely to spend the day exploring! Rain means you get to see the gargoyles in action as their purpose to function as gutters while protecting buildings from the water

If you’re having fun walking in the rain and enjoying the splashing sounds of your boots hitting water, then he’ll join you! It’s not something he does normally, but he can hardly resist your excited grin and extended hand as you invite him to join.

You both indulge each other with your favourite rainy day activities. Many dates take place under cloudy skies with the sound of rainfall to accompany you

If you two are ever caught without an umbrella, Malleus simply uses his magic to prevent you two from getting wet! He creates a shield which prevents anyone from getting soaked, like a little bubble to protect you from the weather

[ceilingfan5]

🛒blupped jeans!

“So we’re, you know, two grown adult scientists,” Barry says, staring into the refrigerator. He could easily make a list of the things that are inside. It would not be a long list. “You’re even a really good cook.”

“Ya-huh,” Lup says, not looking up from the delicate Jenga-fication of the shit making their dining room table unusable. They’ve had three living room floor picnics in a row. Honestly it’s been nice to have dinner with her so…consecutively. “What’s the flattery for?” She slips with one of their bills, and the whole tower comes down, squashing a brown bag that might or might not have some kind of specimen in it. “Balls.”

“Not balls, no, not that I’m opposed,” Barry says thoughtfully, squatting, like maybe his perspective on the empty fridge is the problem. 

Itemized list: 

Pickles

Mustard

Kimchi that might be super, super expired, like chew through tires expired

Four kinds of energy drinks (should he list those separately? What kind of taxonomy is he working with here?)

One slice of ham

Limp zucchini, singular

The freezer is not much of an improvement:

Freezer burnt Ben and Jerry’s

Frozen meal Lup won’t eat (x4)

Slice of wedding cake (what’s the tradition supposed to be? Barry can’t remember and he’s too afraid to ask)

Shredded cheese

“We could make…ham…chos. Ham nachos. For one.” 

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Lup winces, looking up from her playful disaster mess. “Like, bad bad?” 

“Well, we still have… mustard…zucchini…bull. It gives you wings, but you’ll regret it.” 

She laughs, and walks over to wraps her arms around his middle. She peers over his shoulder and sighs. “It’s time, isn’t it?”

He nods gravely. 

It’s Saturday, and the grocery store parking lot is packed, and both of them can smell impending doom like a tragedy at the comically large vat of acid factory. 

“We can do this,” Lup says. “Definitely,” Barry agrees. “We’ve got like, 5 degrees between us.”

“Five and three quarters.” 

“We even have a list this time. And it doesn’t just say ‘Food’.”

“In and out. Just, just enough for two weeks of meals. We don’t have to feed an army. And we only need a few treats.”

“Minimal, reasonable amount of treats,” Barry echoes. 

“We’re hot and smart and in love and this Safe-Way cannot defeat us.”

It’s one hell of a rallying cry, but does Lup immediately take the cart on a joy ride when they get inside? Of course. Does Barry overanalyze the produce to the point of overwhelm? If lottery tickets were that predictable, you could call them billionaires. Do they get three kinds of chips? Well, Barry mentioned nachos. It was unavoidable. 

Sure, by the time they get to the checkout, they know they’ve done a disaster problem. And they’re going to hurt for it. But also, they’re winded and red in the face from laughing and kissing between the aisles, and they’ve held hands to the point of the cart crashing into shelves at least three times, and Lup didn’t panic about food security and Barry didn’t wimp out and order pizza for the umpteenth time and they can afford it, and everything is okay. Good, even. 

“Every little moment with you is a sweet adventure,” he murmurs, kissing her hand. He’s still holding it tight. 

“Gross,” Lup says, after giggling so hard she snorted, red and freckled as a strawberry. “What are you, in love with me or something?”

“Yeah,” Barry says. “Bag our fifteen kinds of chips so we can leave this beastly den of fluorescent lights.”

[hikari-kaitou]

Capcom's Official AA Fanclub Surveys - DGS Edition

Many Western fans may be familiar with the Turnabout 4koma comics that get posted on the official AA fanclub site that Capcom runs, thanks to some lovely fans on tumblr and elsewhere who have shared their translations. What fewer people seem to know about is the character surveys.

Back in the old days, they used to hold a survey on Capcom's official AA fansite every few months where they'd write about the seasonal activities of a handful of characters and ask fans to vote for the funniest/most pleasant/strangest/etc answer.

They stopped doing them in like... 2016? 2017? The original text is lost for good as far as I can tell. Even the wayback machine couldn't help because the content was password locked and you can't get past the password wall while remaining in the archived version.

Fortunately, I saved some of my translations of them so I thought I’d share them.

Cut for length...

"February has begun, and the DGS cast is nearing the end of their journey aboard the RFS Alacrei. Which of them acted the most strangely?"

Ryuunosuke ~ Exhausted from his intensive study session, he decided to try some katana swinging practice as a change of pace and to combat his recent lack of exercise. But because he wasn't used to handling the katana, he swung it too hard and it went flying out of his hands and got stuck in the wall right next to Sherlock, who had just entered the room. Sherlock asked him, "aren't you supposed to be studying right now, Mr. Naruhodo?" and handcuffed him to his desk.

Susato- worked on developing a curriculum for Ryuunosuke. 'If we keep going at this pace, he won't be able to learn it all in time... It'll be hard on Naruhodo-sama, but we'll have to work hard through a couple of nights together.' With that thought, she created a harsh study schedule, and almost seemed to be looking forward to it for some reason.

Sherlock- Driven by excitement over the thought of returning to England after a long absence, he went up on deck to stare at the ocean. Being February, it was very cold out there and he ended up being chilled all the way to the tips of his fingers. He returned to the ship cabins and amused himself by putting his frozen hands on Ryuunosuke, who was stuck in his room studying.

Van Zieks- Upon hearing from Vortex that there was a Japanese exchange student coming to England to study law, he smashed a Lord's Bottle. He apparently also didn't care for the fact that that Japanese student wouldn't be alone, because he proceeded to shatter his chalice, too.

Hosonaga- in order to provide a respite from studying, he provided some hot chocolate. They enjoyed a pleasant tea time, marveling over how sweet and delicious the drink was until Sherlock piped up with some unnecessary trivia: 'Actually folks, chocolate has long been used in Europe as an aphrodisiac!' Everyone promptly spat it out."

"The long winter is nearly over and spring is on it's way, putting the DGS cast members in a celebratory mood. Who found the best way of enjoying spring?"

Ryuunosuke: the Yuumei University faculty members were holding a flower viewing event, and he joined the assistance committee. He exhausted himself keeping the blankets clean so the intense shower of flower petals wouldn't pile up too high on them, delivering sake and snacks, and mediating whatever pointless fights arose. To top it all off, for some reason his compensation was only a single piece of leftover candy. Talk about a sad result!

Susato- her father and the others living in his dormitory were  holding the flower viewing event, so she got up early to prepare the bentos. But her father carelessly forgot to tell her that they wanted tea cakes, so she had to go around the house and neighborhood collecting sweets. For some reason, she ended up being able to gather caramels, biscuits, candy sticks, basically everything but tea cakes, for the tea ceremony.

Sherlock- he disguised himself as a beat officer and infiltrated Scotland Yard to have some fun. There was a real beat officer napping on his feet in the spring sunshine, and while observing him, Sherlock ended up falling asleep too. Detective Gregson gave them a good scolding when he found them, but then Sherlock revealed his true identity with a "hey, it's me, folks!" "What the blazes do you think you're doing?!" Gregson shouted, his rage growing even more, and Sherlock ended up making a run for it.

Van Zieks- went to the vineyard to oversee the production of the contents of his Lord's Bottle. As he viewed the still unopened grape blossom buds, he thought about how they would someday grow up to fill his Lord's Bottle, and ended up going around to look at each one. But the farm hands couldn't stop wondering whether the bottle itself or its owner's heel might come flying at them and were quite uneasy.

Asougi: exhausted himself running around since early morning helping with the professors' flower viewing event. When it was over, he took a break, sharing his reward candy stick [the name of the candy literally translates to 1,000 year candy] with Ryuunosuke, who had also been helping out. 

"I wonder if the candy's effect is halved if you share it with someone."

"That still gives us 500 years."

They laughed and enjoyed looking at the flowers until dark. Then they parted ways with a handshake and a "see you later, best friend."

(This one was something about celebrating New Years. For some reason I didn't save the original question)

"Ryuunosuke ~ To celebrate New Years, he planned to pound mochi with everyone at the office. He somehow managed to get his hands on some mochi rice and he and Sherlock started pounding. Iris was having such fun watching them that she steamed a whole bunch more mochi rice so they could have some to share, and he and Sherlock spent the whole evening pounding mochi like crazy.

Asougi~ Because it's New Years, he went around to a bunch of shrines. When he drew his new year's fortune, he got a "horrible luck" result. "I'm not worried about it," he claimed, and headed up to the mountains early on New Years morning and work hard on a full training course of purification by water, meditation under a waterfall and wooden sword practice. It seems that he was working really hard to clear his mind of all earthly thoughts

Sherlock- Agreed to help Ryuunosuke pound mochi. As Ryuunosuke was flipping the mochi over, he carelessly dropped his badge into the bowl and Sherlock mixed it in without noticing, so they had to crack open both the hard and soft mochi to look for it. Fortunately they found it in the 4th one they checked, but apparently Sherlock got his hands and face covered in sticky white mochi in the process.

Susato- Wore a furisode and went with her father to do the first shrine visit of the year. The shrine was incredibly crowded and they had to wait in line for a long time, but she brought the Encyclopaedia of British Law and a copy of the Strand Magazine in her sleeves to secretly read as they waited so she actually ended up enjoying the wait.

Van Zieks- Ryuunosuke cheerfully gave him some mochi as a New Year’s (which at that time was celebrated at the same time as the Chinese New Year) gift, which he accepted confusedly, wondering “...Can the Japanese not even keep track of when the New Year is?” Because Ryuunosuke referred to it as a rice cake, he tried to eat it like a regular cake without softening it with heat first. It was so hard that he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly be food, and ended up misunderstanding the Japanese even more!

"Autumn has arrived, and the weather is starting to cool off, which means that everyone is becoming more active. Which character chose the most pleasant autumn activity to keep busy with?"

Iris was making bread but her hands are small and it’s difficult for her to knead the dough, so she asked for Ryuunosuke’s help. She wanted to make enough to hand out to Gina and all the other homeless children in the East End, so she made a massive amount and Ryuunosuke was stuck kneading this massive mountain of bread dough all day. Apparently he became such a expert at kneading that he could be a baker now.

Asougi was practicing with his sword, slicing autumn-colored ginko leaves as they fell from the tree. He cut so many leaves, though, that he ended up making a big mess on the ground, the number of fallen leaves now having increased, and it took him a long time to clean it all up.    

Sherlock: Ryuunosuke told him that he was making anpan (bread filled with sweet red bean paste, the bane of my Asian-dwelling existance) and asked Sherlock to help by being in charge of getting the poppy seeds they’d need to sprinkle on top, so Sherlock went out and gathered a ton of poppy seeds. In fact, he got so many of them that no one knew what to do with them all cuz they had a huge amount of leftovers. Sherlock said, “Well, they’re only the size of poppy seeds! Surely you two can deal with them somehow! Ahahaha!” and Iris scolded him.   

(I couldn’t capture it in English, but Sherlock’s line contained a pun, and a pretty stupid one at that, so that��s part of why he got scolded)

It’s grape harvesting season, so Van Zieks commutes to the winery regularly to direct the production of the contents for his “Lord’s Bottle.” He demands perfection in everything from the selection of the grapes to the way they’re squeezed, and the winery staff is terrified by the “grim reaper’s” gaze and heel swinging (i.e. the leg thing he does in court) so they grumble as they work. 

"Hearing that there’s a holiday in the West called Halloween, the people involved with the court in Japan decided to try it out themselves. Naturally Halloween is a big deal in England as well. So, which member of the DGS cast had the best celebration?"

Team Ryuunosuke and Asougi- Asougi got Naruhodo up on his shoulders and they draped a white sheet over themselves to make a ghost costume. They went out like that, but Naruhodo had such exaggerated reactions to the fear of the people who saw them and to bumping his head on tree branches that they ended up losing their balance and falling on top of each other?!   

Sherlock Holmes- went wearing a horse’s head mask. Iris used her skills to make it a fancy horse covered in stars, but the eye holes weren’t well made and he had to wander around blindly. Because of that he tripped hard over a pile of coal! He ended up getting so dirty that the stars on his costume were covered up!

Van Zieks- took inspiration from his nickname and dressed up as the grim reaper. He covered himself up with a skeleton mask and hood figuring no one would know it was him. Unfortunately he got angry when he saw Megundal (McGilded) pass by and started throwing bottles and glasses and ended up giving himself away.

"November has arrived, and autumn is nearing its end. However, the DGS cast is still keeping busy, even on their days off. Which character chose the most interesting way to spend their late autumn day?"

Ryuunosuke- Thinking that he’d better learn more about British culture if he was going to be a defense attorney in Britain, he went down to the East End with Gina for a little observation. However, because an Asian like him stood out so much, he got mobbed by the other children. On top of it all, his arm band got stolen from him and he had to send a replacement request to Yumei University on the other side of the ocean.

Asougi- He went for a meal at La Quantas. The customer at a nearby table got a persimmon for dessert and scarfed it down, saying “Mm! This is it! This sweetness makes it worthy of being called a treasure among foods!” Asougi tried to comment on this by saying, “The customer at that table sure is enjoying his pershim--gak!” but he may or may not have accidentally bitten his tongue in the process and been unable to finish his sentence.

Iris- She accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and prepared a bagpipe and kilt costume for him. “This outfit sure is breezy,” Ryuunosuke said shyly upon trying it on. With Ryuunosuke now dressed, he, Iris, and the others from their office headed over to Gregson’s place to get him to treat them to some fish and chips.   

Sherlock- He accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and cooked up some European style curry for dinner. Thanks to the fact that his secret ingredient was a large amount of Chinese herbal medicine style spice, it caused some strange side effects and Ryuunosuke, who’d eaten it, ended up passing out and falling over.

“Another taxing trial for Ryuunosuke has finished and now it’s December. As the year draws to a close, which character acts the strangest?”

Ryuunosuke- he was recruited to help with snow removal around Yumei University and the courthouse and he enthusiastically began his task with the help of a large shovel. He got a little carried away, though, and ended up accidentally burying his umbrella, which he’d left propped up against the side of the building, in the snow he’d just finished shoveling.  He had no choice but to share Asougi’s umbrella on the way home.

Asougi- On the way home, he nods silently to Ryuunosuke’s question of whether he’d finished his travel preparations and changes the subject: “...Come to think of it, it seems that tomorrow is celebrated in the West as God’s birthday.” “I’ve heard that they eat chicken as part of the traditional celebration. Wanna try it?” Ryuunosuke asks invitingly. Asougi is strongly opposed to that particular menu item, however, and they end up going out for their usual beef stew that night instead.           

Susato- in addition to her year-end travel preparations, she also was busy with straightening up the book room in her home. She managed to get the law books in order when she suddenly stumbled upon some old issues of Strand Magazine! She hurried through the rest of her cleaning, then began flipping through the magazines she’d found, trying to decide which to take with her on her trip. She accidentally lost herself in her reading and didn’t realize it until it was already the middle of the night.

Sherlock- he was in the middle of a long ship voyage when Christmas night came. His mind on his partner in a far-off country, he made a toast alone on deck, when suddenly the crew began shooting off fireworks with a cry of “Merry Christmas!” Sherlock had to dart back and forth across the deck to prevent the fireworks from hitting him and setting off the explosive chemicals he carries with him.

Main series edition

[crazyotakugal]

Soaring Hearts

Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon

Authors Notes:

Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!

It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…

Part Two:

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS

“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.

It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.

“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.

“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.

“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.

You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.

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You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.

Even your encounter with Hawks.

Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.

‘Huh? Too early for my period.’

You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.

You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.

~~~ End F/B ~~~

“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”

A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!

“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.

She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”

You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”

Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”

You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”

Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”

Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.

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After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.

You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!

“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.

“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.

‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’

You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.

~~~ Later that night ~~~

Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.

“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.

He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.

“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.

“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.

Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.

“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.

“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.

You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.

“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.

‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’

Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.

“Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.

“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.

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After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.

A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.

Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.

“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.

Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.

“I, um, I…” You stutter out.

He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”

You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”

Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”

You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.

When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.

“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.

“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.

His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.

Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.

“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.

“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.

“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.

“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.

“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”

You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.

The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.

“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”

You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.

“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.

Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.

“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.

“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.

Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.

You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.

Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.

“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.

You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.

“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.

“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”

You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.

He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”

You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.

His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”

You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”

He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.

He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.

“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.

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So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D