#i look skinny and all it did was make me more miserable

[mrsrdlw]

Insecurities…

warnings: problems with body image; angst; caring!boyfriend!eddie (the sweetest guy in the world); fluff; he makes sure you understand that he doesn’t care how your body looks, you’ll always be the prettiest girl he has ever seen.

that’s a bit short i know. but i had this draft for a while and i wanted to post it. i just love the idea of eddie comforting the reader. at least i genuinely think that he would always try his best to make you feel better if you’re not or make you laugh when you need to. HE IS THE BEST!!!

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“Sweetheart, are you still doing you makeup thing? Because if you’re ready, we have to leave.” He knocked on the door hoping he was not using a tone that seemed like he was rushing you. He knew better. You were in your house, getting ready to go to one of the famous Steve Harrington’s parties.

You were in your room for hours, at least that’s how Eddie felt. He wasn’t the most patient person ever, but you were taking too long. Longer then you normally take. Little Eddie knew that you were sobbing in front of the mirror for 20 minutes by now. You tried your hardest not to cry. That seemed only to make things worse. Now you were miserable, mascara all over your cheeks, red eyes and nose, freaking out. Fuck! What were you supposed to do. You forgot that you also had to deal with your boyfriend. So you cleared your throat, trying to sound chill so he could just give you a minute.

“Hey Ed, just give me a minute ‘kay? i’m almost done-“ You were cleaning your face when he cut you, opening the door to your room. “Eddie!”

“What happened?” How did he knew? you thought to yourself. Like he read your mind, he answered “i heard your crying voice. Do you need something, baby?”

“No sweetie, i just-“ You looked at you reflection in the mirror again. He gave this dress to you as a valentine’s present. According to him, he wanted to see you even more hot. The dress was extremely pretty. It was a dark green dress, tight on the waist. But for some stupid reason, you thought you looked… not extremely pretty in it. “Do you think i look too fat in this?”

“Babe, why would you even say that?” He looked concerned when your eyes locked with his and the tears started to stream down again. “No no no, i’m so sorry i said that. I meant like, you’re not fat, not at all.”

He opened his arms welcoming you to a tight hug. He knew that sometimes you would compare yourself to models and singers you liked. Or even the Hawkins High Cheerleaders. And they were all very skinny. Eddie was pretty sure that some girls of the last group didn’t even eat right. But he could not stand that you couldn’t see yourself the way he did. To him, of course you were so much more than your body, but if he was talking body, you were the whole package. Always kind to the ones you loved, funny, making him laugh so much sometimes, he would have to pee, AND your sexy smokin’ hot body.

“You know me angel, i would never care only with your body. I’m not dating you because of your body” He separated from your hug to wipe your tears and placed his hand on your cheek. “I love you, this person inside here” he placed the other hand right up your heart. “And really, I, Edward Munson, think you are perfect, inside and outside. And i know i can’t make you just forget about this angst your feeling right now, but i need you to know that. That you are beautiful. And still, you have so much more. Honestly lady, i could keep going for hours.” seeing you smile at him, made him feel a bit better. He hated seeing you sad about this shit.

“Can i kiss you?” He asked. You were sensitive and he didn’t want to push things

“Of course you can.”

You always loved the way he made you feel safe. His arms around you and his soft lips pressing into yours, kissing you so tenderly. It almost felt like you were never sad.

“I’m sorry-“ You whispered, still close to his lips, caressing his chest but he kissed you again.

“Don’t say sorry for feeling things. I just hope you’re feeling better. If you don’t want to go to the party anymore that’s totally fine too!”

“No! I want to go. Just give a minute to fix this mess” You pointed to your face and started to clean it with a tissue. He was smiling at you now, sitting on your bed, he whispered to himself “That’s my girl”.

In 5 minutes you were ready. Eddie was a little scared by the way you made it look like you never cried.

“I’m better now, thanks Eddie. What would i do without you?” You took his hand in yours, ready to leave the room.

“Oh please baby, that’s what you deserve. I only work with princess treatment here. Now turn around, let me see you.” Giggling a bit, you did as he said “Yeah, we’re good to go, my love. After you” He gave you the space to leave the room first, extending his arm dramatically.

“I love you so much!” It was the only thing you could say now.

“And i love you more!”

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[natailiatulls07]

Princess Peach and Mario

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary - Danny Ric is hosting a hous party for Halloween and you've convinced Max to wear matching couple costumes

Warning - alcohol

A/n - It's the last halloween fic :(( I don’t feel all the best atm, it’s been a long week. I haven’t seen my bestfriend in a few months and she’s coming down next week so let’s hope that’ll help my spirits 🤞🏻

23 Halloween Season

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“I look ridiculous.” I was pulling on my long white gloves when I hear my Dutch boyfriend complain. Turning to look at him, he was stood in front of our full length mirror with disgust on his face.

Unlike his usual attire of a redbull polo and dark skinny jeans, Max was dressed in a pair of Jean dungarees, red t-shirt and a red Mario hat. “You look great! Really suits you!”

My comment earned me a look of annoyance. Coming to stand next to him, I was dressed in a puffy baby pink mini dress paired with a small golden crown, matching white gloves and knee length shoes and my white air force ones.

We were Princess Peach and Mario, much to his dismay.

“Right, are you finished because we have leave now or we’ll be late” Max grabbed my hand, pulling me through the apartment making our quick exit.

Danny was hosting a big Halloween bash, and had invited us. As soon as we got the invitation, I set off to find us the perfect couple’s customer.

Of course, Max had tried to get us to go in separate costumes but failed miserably. Landing us amused stares from others in our apartment complex.

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Walking into Daniels house, we both noticed that there was a bigger amount of people than expected. “It’s busy in here” I lean up to whisper in his ear over the loud music.

With a scowl on his face, Max nodded. His Mario hat moving along with the nod.

Max was about to reply when the host of the night made his way through to us. Greeting Max with a manly handshake and then giving me a small hug.

“I mean Y/n you out did yourself!” Daniel had been in on the couples costume we were wearing, and he was fully living for it. “So glad he actually agreed to it”

Whilst laughing together both me and Daniel turned to look at Max who was just stood there with the same scowl on his face. “I hate this” He grumbled childishly.

Danny’s high pitched laugh sounded over the loud music. “You’d look a lot more intimidating if you weren’t dressed like that buddy!”

“Whatever..” Max mutters under his breath as he fixes himself a drink before making my go to drink.

Danny was about to go greet other guests but not without quickly dropping one more comment to us. “Hey head up the stairs, there’s an area for close guest! Cheer up Max!” And he was gone.

Handing me my drink, Maxs hand found its place around my waist before leaning down to my ear. “Hey let’s head upstairs!” I nod in reply before he kisses my temple and leading me upstairs.

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We had been the close guests area for about thirty minutes, Max was talking to Lando whilst I was making conversation with Heidi.

Daniel hadn’t considered the amount of close guests he had invited so there was limited seating, because of the limited seating I had ended up sat on Maxs lap. He had his arms secured around my waist.

“Girl I love your outfit!” She was dressed in tight brown corset over a lacey white dress paired with some knee high boats and a brown pirates hat.

Unlike me and Max, her and Daniel weren’t fond of couples costumes and everyone respected that about them. So that’s why she here dressed as a pirate whilst Daniel, who was sat beside talking to a close friend of his, was dressed like a cowboy.

“Thank you, how did you convince mister cold to wear matching costumes?” She chuckles whilst quickly sparing a glance over to Max who was getting teased by Lando.

“I seriously don’t know, fell for my charm I guess!” I joke to which I guess Max heard as he tickled my waist making me squirm slightly.

“Teach me your tricks” Heidi replies with a smirk on her face.

-

It was around 2am when me and Max decided to order a Uber back to our apartment. Max was more sober as he wasn’t much of a drinker and knew I wasn’t one to hold my alcohol well.

We had gotten back to our apartment, Max forced a glass of water down my throat knowing that I would thank him in the morning.

“Thank you for this evening!” I exclaimed loudly, Max quickly shushing me with a finger to my mouth.

“It’s okay schat…” He smiles softly as he starts to help me in getting ready for bed. “I love you, I swear I do but maybe no more costumes for a while”

I giggle cheekily. “We’ll see…”

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Tag list - @ilovechickenwings @carlossainzwho @ipab @erikasurfer @soph1644

[aliicante]

one (1) person said they wanted to hear more about the alex de minaur jannik sinner narrative so here we go

it is 2019. your name is alex de minaur. you are 20. you are seeded first in the atp next-gen finals, you have three actual atp titles, you're ranked 18th in the world, and you're an aquarius man; consequently, you are somewhat full of yourself. you wear tennis gear with your ridiculous nickname on it. you speak spanish every two seconds in the documentary, because you must show off. you believe you are, by all rights, The Main Character.

then this skinny italian wild card pops up and destroys you.

okay. that's fine. embarrassing!!! but fine. whatever. we move on. he's cool! you're friends! let's keep going. at the end of 2020, you run into him again in the sofia quarterfinals, where you take the first set and then he destroys you again. with a breadstick to really rub it in. he goes on and wins the whole thing, which means he wrecked you on his way to his first-ever atp title. fine! okay. whatever.

it is 2021. you don't see him again, which is just as well, because you have a soaring high and then a terrible low (string of r1/r2 losses). you drop to 34th in the world; meanwhile, jannik sinner has spent the year going from 37th to cracking the top 10. things are not looking great.

in 2022, you make it to the third round of the auso for the first time, where you meet—guess who—jannik sinner. again. you're starting to get really tired of this guy. he knocks you out of your home slam. thankfully you have a relatively successful year afterwards, climbing back up the ranks.

it's 2023! this will be your year, surely. you kick it off by winning your first 500. the sunshine double doesn't go great but you do brilliantly at queen's club and los cabos, only losing in the finals to top 10 players. then.... Canada.

you beat fritz. you beat medvedev. you make it to the final of a 1000 for the first time! and then jannik sinner is there in all his ginger glory, and, well. you know how this is going to go. bye-bye first 1000 title, hello increasingly miserable h2h. you start wondering if you're going to be there for all of this guy's career-defining wins. you start wondering why the hell it had to be you specifically. this is getting ridiculous. because now it's 2024 and he won the whole entire australian open and then to really seal in the whole thing he had to go and beat you, specifically in rotterdam to make some more history.

and like, you guys are friends. pretty good friends, actually. you played doubles once and it was hilarious!! but also, consistent and absolute annihilation??? seriously???

in summary i find their friendship absolutely mindbending. alex de minaur you must be the nicest person ever because personally if someone did me like this i would spend my entire life trying to blow them up with my mind

[sister-of-hitoshi]

Begging on my hands and knees for a Warumono san x small chubby reader who has body image issues PLEASE- like he doesn't understand why humans feel so saddened about their bodies sometimes, or why they think skinny people look so attractive???((I'm going off the idea that for his alien culture, it's very much akin to Sparta types of likes and stuff, ie: everyone wants to be the strongest in order to serve their planet and help.))

To my lovely anon, this is my first ever ask!!! Thank you so much for having faith in me with your request (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) I hope it's alright ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Sending loads of love your way<33

...You love me more??!!

Genre: Slight angst, fluff

Character: Warumono-san/Mr villain

Warnings: Body image issues ahead! Please love yourself <33

It was a regular day-off date at a nice cafe.

A regular day of admiring this tall and handsome man who had taken pity on your state a few days back and started to temporarily date with you.

Yes.....That's what you explained to yourself. There could be no other explanation.

It was just another day.

Another regular day of self-loathing.

You were never happy about yourself. At your home, you had even put some translucent sheets over your big wardrobe mirror as some sort of barricade which deterred you from seeing your full figure. You didn't care if you couldn't properly see which dress was more flattering on you, it was better than seeing your ugly, unflattering self. Yes...ugly.... unflattering...

"...There's no way that this hot guy would actually be in love with me." You muttered to yourself absent-mindedly, the other half of your brain busy admiring his sharp feautures. You were never going to believe that he was actually in love with you. You knew your place.

But what you didn't know was the extent of Mr hot guy's love for you.

For he was even willing to choose you over his lovely pandas.

Even though it had only been a little while, he became so open to you about almost everything- well everything except for his job and identity which were classified information. You were so soft to hug, just the right size for him to squeeze his chest when patting your head or booping your nose. You were just way too adorable. So much so that imagining you in a panda onesie was enough to make him cough up whatever food he was having at that moment and roll on the ground back at his home.

Right now at this quaint little cafe, as both of you were lost in thought about the other, you didn't fail to notice how his face suddenly became all serious as he scrunched up his brows.

Well it looks like even he's disgusted now.

He was about to say something when you beat him to it.

"I'll excuse myself to the washroom."

You didn't wait for his response and hurried away.

"Of course", you said to yourself. "Of fucking course."

You loved him so much, you were so scared that he was actually going to bring up his disinterest in you at the table, so you excused yourself first.

Your fist slammed beside the sink.

A coward. That's what you were.

"I knew it from the start... that's why I didn't try to love him too much but...what can I do when he's so good with me?..." You bit your lip hard, the air felt nauseous. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Why did he have to be so attractive and kind..."

It seems even your tears were mocking you, for they were fat, full of the weight of your misery.

"I hate myself, and I love him, and I hate that he has to date such a miserable looking person like myself"

With tears rolling down your cheeks and you using your hand to wipe your face to no avail, you turned around to leave the washroom and fetch some tissue papers from the dispenser. Seems like you couldn't even wipe off these ugly tears.

But before you could even comprehend it, you were swiftly hugged by strong, large arms.

"Y/n....what happened?"

A man with his familiar deep, soothing voice, voiced out his worry. This made you cry harder.

Mr villain felt akward, he didn't know how to comfort his favourite earthling who was crying like this infront of him, so he did what he thought calmed him the most when he was feeling stressed. He hugged you and patted your head.

"Oh it's nothing....But it's okay if you want to stop now....I know we are together only temporarily and I know too that...you don't really like this ugly unflattering thing that is me-"

"Y/n what are you saying?" He shook you by the shoulders. This was one of those very rare times when he was swiftly losing his composure. But he knew that he needed to comfort you right now. You are his top priority.

"You're my favourite. I love you..........even more than I love pandas"

Wait- wait what?

"No no- wait- pandas are your favourite, even a kid who sees you for the first time will get it... And you're telling me you love me more??!!"

You fake-gasped and started laughing a bit, finding it really absurd but more unbelievable.

He was glad that your tears that stopped now, and that he had internally taken snapshots of your face and saved them to his memory. He means- you looked so adorable even when crying. His poor heart could only take so much.

Deciding now was the best time, he confronted you.

"I heard everything Y/n."

His deep voice ran through your being, making you shiver. Your immediately became tensed. He noticed this. He only held you tighter.

"I really love you a lot, and I love hugging you too. Why would the way your body looks really affect my love? I love you for who you are"

You immediately looked up at him, and the sincerity in his eyes was enough to break all the bars of negativity that were caging you in.

"I appreciate that you like me too, so please accept that I love you, both you and your body, and I want you to love yourself the way I love you" He continued to look at you through his bangs, until he suddenly turned away from you.

"Iloveyourcuteness"

"Hmm? What was that? Can you please repeat it?" You were trying to lighten up the situation now, so you playfully pleaded him with those big doe eyes that always made him kneel and pull on his bangs even he even thought about them.

"I love your cuteness... you're adorable. The perfect size for me to hug and p-perfect for a kiss-"

You brought him down by the shoulders and kissed him on the nose.

He became so blushy, his eyes became glossy, he was so awkward and genuine, your love for him grew tenfold, while his for you grew manifold.

It seems that everything that you had claimed to know about your situation was entirely wrong. But this was a wrong that felt right.

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"So why were you scrunching up your brows at me and making a serious face back then? I thought I had offended you...haha, sorry if that's the case though" you said, looking at him bashfully while scratching your cheek.

"You don't need to be sorry, it was just me trying to imagine you with a panda costume...sort of"

"Oh."

The response did little to conceal your vibrant blush. You internally screamed and kicked your feet, he was soooo cute being all mumbly and blushy, you'd definitely make it a point to surprise him with it later, heheh!

Well looks like you'll have to say 'bye-bye' to those sheets now.

[oddheadd]

Yandere Ex Boyfriend x Reader

CW: Drug use, manipulation, suicidal stuff, Angst, a bit shorter :P

He's doing it again.

I try not to break down immediately as soon as I hear his sick voice, slurring and barely managing to turn words into sentences.

"I... Need you to come here... I took too much..."

I let out a shakey breath. "I'll be right there. Got any Naloxone?"

He groans and I sigh, running into my kitchen and looking for it, left after we broke up. I grab the bottle and reassure him, before hanging up.

He did it again.

Whenever he's left with a slight inconvenience, he starts taking drugs like a starved man. Sometimes to kill himself, sometimes to grab some attention. There have been countless times with me holding his hair while he throws up, giving him Naloxone while trying not to lose my own consciousness 'cause of my boyfriend literally dying.

His condition was hard on our relationship, forcing me into a miserable life of walking on eggshells and trying to keep him alive by giving him all kinds of attention and love, even when I didn't feel like it...

I decided to send him to rehab, and he was doing fine for a few months, hadn't even touched a can of beer.

Now I don't know how to look into his eyes, with his constricted pupils, his skin void of any color and his skinny, hollowed cheeks.

I zone out, not even realizing when I arrive in front of his building. It's old and probably moldy inside. I quickly run up a few set of stairs, and barge into his apartment, the pills ready in my hand.

"Baby? Is that you?" I hear his voice call out for me. I run into the kitchen and end up absolutely flabbergasted.

"Ah, there you are!" He smiles and hugs me tight, burying his face in my neck and... Inhaling deeply.

"Are- Are you alright?" I ask, confused. "...Why is the table set..?"

I pull away from the hug.

He looks... Healthy. His cheeks aren't as hollow, his skin has returned to it's saturated color and his pupils... Are dilated.

It doesn't smell like weed.

"Hey... What's the meaning on this? You seem... Fine."

"I... Got better. Now that you're here especially-!" He chuckles awkwardly. "I knew you'd come... For me. I knew you'd never leave me to die... And I wanted to thank you for all the time you kept me alive."

I stare at him, my brows furrowed. "...Thank me?"

He nods, with an uneasy smile.

I huff. "You're disgusting. You lied that you were dying, just to get me here?"

"...I- Yeah, but-"

I tear up. "Is this a joke to you?!" I yell. "All the nights I've spent taking care of you, just for you to try and kill yourself all over again for shit like me not kissing you goodnight?! Not sucking you off?! Don't call me. Even if you're dying, I won't come to save you again."

I say the last line calmly, setting the pill pottle onto the table with a loud sound, before turning to leave.

"No.. (Y/N) Don't leave..." He frowns. I ignore him.

He grabs my wrist. "If you leave, I'll actually kill myself. My blood will be on your hands."

"Go fuck yourself."

I roughly remove his hand and slam his front door shut.

⁠♡

My ringtone awakens me. I groan as I look at the id, and see his name, along with an old photo of us hugging burns my eyes. I pick up. "If you call me one more time, I'll block your number again."

"Baby... Please, help me..." I hear him sob into the phone. "Couldn't get the 8 ball... I took some pills and I feel nauseous... I need you, please just come here and- and jus hug... Just make me feel loved like you used to... I don't wanna die alone and sad, I want you by my side...."

I hold my breath. "...You're lying again."

Some time passes and he doesn't respond. "...You there?" I ask.

My heart drops at the lack of response and I immediately get up, throw some clothes on and head to his place again. I once again, burst into his apartment and this time see him on his bed with his eyes closed. I tear up as I drop onto my knees next to him. "Can you hear me? Jacob, can you hear me?!" I shake him but it doesn't bring him to consciousness. I take a note of the random medical pill packages on the floor and sit him up, shoving my fingers down his throat to make him throw up.

He gags, his eyes opening as he throws up. I then lay him back down and grab Naloxide from the table.

⁠♡

I lay next to him, the vomit I cleaned few minutes ago still present in my mind, feeling the acid in my nails and the smell. He has his arms wrapped around me tight. His heart is still beating. In fact, it started beating faster, he should be awake.

"...Why do you keep doing this?" I ask, my voice calm.

"...How else do I keep you around?" He asks gently, his voice a little hoarse from sobbing and wailing before on the phone. "I don't wanna live... If you're not with me."

I grit my teeth. "...I hate you." I whimper, before breaking out in sobs.

"...At least you're with me." He says calmly, burying his face in my hair while rubbing my shoulder to calm me down.

A/N: Blehhh felt angsty and sad today. Hope you enjoy!

[plussizedreader]

Heat Wave (Bo Sinclair X Reader)

When a extreme heat wave comes through Ambrose and the AC broken, Bo gets an idea to cool each other off.

(If this seems familiar, It's because I am rewriting a Bo piece I wrote a few years ago that I posted on my main account! I hope you all enjoy, please please let me know what you think!)

Warnings- Suggestive themes, no actual smut, but if you like this I will absolutely make a part two!

The day had actually been rather normal in Ambrose, quiet and lifeless, and extremely hot. Vincent was hard at work with another figure, which left you and Bo to yourselves, sweating your asses off. A fan blew full force in your shared room, though, it did very little against the Louisiana heat. While normally the house and most of the town would be nice and cool, the AC system had suddenly busted, at the peak of the heat wave. While Lester was in the tunnels, working on getting the air blowing, it left the rest of you hot, sweaty, and miserable. Now, you found yourself in bed, laying next to Bo, your head resting on his chest, your hair up in a ponytail, and an arm around Bo, the both of you motionless, save for the small shifting to try to get comfortable.

“God, how are the museum and figures handling this heat?” You grumbled, looking up at Bo, who only shrugged.

“I don’t know, ask Vinny, he has all that figured out.” He replied, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair, before he started to sit up, gently shoving you off of him, and sat up, glaring daggers at the shitty box fan that was sat up on a stand, blowing at full blast.

“Is that damn thing even blown’?” Bo groaned, sweat dripping down his face, and down his nose.

“You know it’s workin’ as hard as it can, that thing can only do so much!” You sat up as well, looking at Bo, who was now messing with the fan, more likely to break it than to actually fix it.

After a moment of poking around at the fan, and Bo smacking it a few times in frustration, the damned thing gave a final sputter and stopped spinning. You both groaned, Bo standing up, cursing up a storm. You both sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do now, before Bo stomped over to the wooden nightstand next to your shared bed and snatched his truck keys up.

“Get up. We gonna get out of this house.” He grunted, grabbing one of his many hats and shoving it onto his head before he stalked towards the doorway, and turning back to look at you expectantly. Taking a moment to stretch, you stood up, and followed him.

“I won’t argue with that, but where are we goin’?” You asked, following Bo out of the room and down the stairs, and eventually out of the house.

“Swimmin’. There’s a pond not too far out of town, and it’ll cool us down.” He said as ya’ll reached his truck, simply nodding in response.You pulled the door open and climbed in, slamming the door shut as he also climbed into the truck. The truck rumbled to life as you rolled your own window down as he drove off, the rushing air giving some relief to the two of you, as well as the truck ac blowing at full blast. The drive was rather short, and soon the two of you were sitting in front of the pond, the sun’s light reflecting off the pond’s surface. Without a word, Bo turned off the truck and got out of the truck, and immediately pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned body. You exited the truck next watching as he shed the shorts he wore, his bare ass out, before he waddled into the water. You stood there, amused as he turned to look back at you.

“Skinny dipping? Was this just an elaborate plan to get me naked?” You asked, still amused, as you crossed your arms over your large chest. He shrugged innocently, a shit eating grin on his face as he stood in the water.

“Not at first, but it’s a hell of a bonus while we cool off, ain’t it?” You smiled, and shook your head before you decided to join him. You stripped off your tank top and shorts, leaving yourself bare as you too walked into the water, swimming out to meet him. Taking a moment, you took a deep breath, and quickly, you dunked your head under the water, emerging and exhaling. You looked at Bo, smiling again.

“Damn good idea, I’d say.” You said after a moment of simply floating there in the water, enjoying the cool water that surrounded you. He looked at you with a lopsided grin, and shrugged. He swam closer to you, before he wrapped his arms around your waist underwater, squeezing the soft and voluminous flesh.

“Hm, ya’ know I tend to have those from time to time.” He said, before he leaned in and kissed your neck, nipping and sucking at it, as you sighed, allowing your head to roll to the side slightly. Bo never let up, moving downwards to your chest, his hands below the water continued to knead and squeeze the soft and ample body that he was just obsessed with.

“B-Bo… Bo if we keep going here we’ll end up drowning..” You gasped out after a moment, grabbing Bo’s hand to stall one of his hands, which was now resting high on your inner thigh, inching closer to your core. He groaned into your chest, but stopped.

“I hate when you’re right.” He removed his hands and lips from your body, and instead, before you had much time to react, his hands swept you up, and started carrying you out of the water, a startled cry that morphed into laughing as he brought you onto shore. Instead of dropping you, he continued to carry you back to the truck, and gently set you back inside. He quickly picked up your discarded clothes as you watched him, confused.

“Are we leaving? The bed of the truck is just fine with me!” Bo shook his head, pulling shorts back on, and tossed your clothes to you.

“And let it burn you? Nope, I ain’t gonna let that happen.” He shook, returning to the truck, and slamming his door shut. You wanted to roll your eyes but couldn’t.

“I hate it when you’re right.” You grumbled, before you shrugged back on your tank top, which now stuck to your wet skin. You went to pull your shorts back on but Bo stopped you, before he waved you over to him as he started the truck. You slid closer to him, up against his side. He started the truck, and pulled away from the pond. It was quiet for a moment, save for the sound of the AC, and the radio playing quietly.

“You gonna let me put my shorts back on?” You asked after a moment, watching Bo shake his head no.

“Oh no sweetheart, I plan to have a lot of fun with you, can’t have those getting in the way..”

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

24 / 04 / 2024

FINDING YOUR PLACE AS A WHITEBOY - A BNWO SHORT STORY

A young white man was walking when he saw a large, muscular Black man walking two handsome young men on a leash who were obviously his human dogs. He was so immense that the heads of the slaves barely reached above the giant's navel. They wore only a tiny pink chastity cage and nothing else, and they were completely shaved except for their hair. It was a way of keeping their identity and being able to recognize them.

“Poor unfortunate boys”, he said to himself.

The huge Black man sat on a bench in a park and his human dogs did not reach beyond his knees. On his orders, they licked his very long shoes, only to publicly humiliate them.

The white man thought that these two young men were enslaved since the Debt Act, created to make a person incapable of repaying his debt a human property. In reality, this Law only applied to white people owing money to Black people, in order to discreetly but gradually and concretely begin the slavery of Whites towards Blacks.

Nowadays it was really common to see white girls leashed by Black women, white girls leashed by Black men, whiteboys leashed by Black Women or Men, or a Black family, a Black couple or an interracial (Black man and white woman) couple. They were just dogs. Walking on their knees or hands and feet or standing but behind their Master / Mistress. Nobody looked at it, because most of the living pets were whiteboys and everyone agreed that whiteboys aren't useful to society so they deserves to be enslaved.

These young men leashed by the Black giant were probably students who couldn't pay their rent on time, or something like that, but it didn't matter anymore.

From now on they will remain for the rest of their miserable lives the human dogs of a huge Black man.

They didn't seemed to enjoy their life, and that's why the free whiteboy realized he should tell his opinion to the Black giant.

“He has no right to treat them like his dogs, they are humans after all. I’m going to go tell him what I think”, he naively decided without thinking.

The white man shouted : “How dare you treat his two poor boys like dogs? 😡”

The Black man stood up very calmly and the white man realized that his head was reaching under the muscular giant's pectorals.

“Oh my god you are so impressive, I completely forgot what I wanted to say... 😳” said the skinny white guy.

"Yes, I'm much more muscular than you, boy" replied the Black master in a loud voice. "These two white dogs belong to me. But if you were so shocked, you wouldn't be envious of their fate, as it seems to be. To my left is Asslicker and to my right is Dicksucker Would you like to become Feetlicker and worship a Black master?"

Faced with this giant, the boy realized his inferiority and immediately accepted. On the master's orders, he immediately went to buy a leash and a chastity cage, returned to the park, undressed, threw away his clothes and offered his identity papers to the Black giant.

The Black giants put the collar around the slave's neck and pulled the leash: he now had three little white dogs as slaves. One to lick his huge ass, the other to suck his big cock and the other to worship his long feet. The doggies were forbidden to speak without permission from the master, but he was so tall that he could not hear them speak or whisper.

"I can't believe you just asked him to take you as a slave" said Dicksucker, one of the slaves already purchased. "you realize that you have just given up your freedom. Why did you do that?"

"Are you kidding? I'll be able to lick feet for the rest of my life. The beautiful life I dreamed of is finally mine. Yay!", Feetlicker answered.

Asslicker was shocked. "We had no choice, but you did! Why would a white boy want to belong to a Black man as a dog for eternity?"

Feetlicker, the new dog, had never been so happy. Euphoric, he replied: "The better question is why aren't white boys already the property of Black men? They are superior to us in everything! I have never had a girlfriend, a stable job, faithful friends. At least my place in life is assured! I would have preferred to have been born in a kennel and to have been bought by this master since birth to be his dog!"

"You're really crazy, you disgust me 😒🙄" said Dicksucker, who hated his life in the service of a Black giant and hated this law too.

Yet Feetlicker's devotion was rewarded and the ingratitude of others punished: Asslicker became the Master's human toilet and never saw the outside world again, condemned to eating the shit and drinking the piss of the Master's many friends and family members.

As for Dicksucker, he was sold to an African brothel to suck huge black cocks for the rest of his days.

While Feetlicker was the happy dog ​​of a protective black man who made him lick his immense, very muscular body and fucked him to reward him.

The moral is that little white boys who are incapable of managing themselves can only find happiness and usefulness in the service of black men, and that it is the future of humanity to enslave them.

END OF THE STORY

Other story about a whiteboy being a pet

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[epigstolary]

Too Much of a Good Thing

When you said I’d never have to lift a finger if I didn’t want to, it turned out you meant it literally. And now, I almost can’t manage even that much. In all the years we’ve been together, you’ve always been the sweetest, kindest, most attentive partner anyone could ask for. You’ve indulged, even anticipated, my every whim. The hundreds of pounds of blubber I’m buried under are visible proof of that. But I don’t know how much more of your love my body can take.

When we met, I was comparatively skinny. Not fat; barely chubby, even. It didn’t take long for that to stop being true. You doted on me with regular boxes of chocolate, romantic dinners out, late nights staying at the ice cream parlor near my apartment until closing, homemade baked goods and other treats delivered before our dates. I was so taken by all your affection and how much I was enjoying all the treats that I barely noticed what it was doing to my waistline. The new (bigger) clothes you consistently brought me helped with that, too; but there was a part of me that was enjoying it so much that I didn’t want to notice, either.

I won’t say things changed, but they definitely accelerated once we moved in together. With basically a 24/7 opportunity to see me, your flow of affection turned into a torrent. Now, instead of only getting spoiled when we were going on a date or hanging out together, I was the beneficiary of your generosity almost constantly. It went from being a little pastry with my coffee break or a special second dessert, to having something new to eat or drink every couple of hours or less. It started taking conscious effort to finish one treat before you appeared, smiling, with another. I hated to be ungrateful, didn’t want you to think I didn’t appreciate what you were doing for me, and so… I just kept eating.

Eventually, I got used to it. It became a habit to accept your regular round of indulgences without question. And I started looking like someone who was used to it. My belly got too big to fit into our compact car, even doing everything I could to press its pendulous weight down between my legs. My rump and love handles thickened and widened until the armchairs in our living room became impractical, comfortable traps that my girth would fill and overflow and be completely stuck in without help. My elbows and wrists disappeared under puffy sleeves of chub that I could feel wobbling with each swing of my now-weightier arms, trying to counterbalance the movement of my body from walking. I say walking; it quickly came to look more like I was barely picking up each of my blubbery, shapeless legs and putting it down a little ahead of where it had been before repeating the process with the other. Once you told me I’d run out of plus-sizes at our favorite clothing store, and I saw no signs that my ballooning would be slowing down anytime soon, I knew I had to say something

It’s hard to describe the few times I tried to rein you in as anything other than a disaster. Try as I might, I just couldn’t make you understand that wanting to slow down on all the special snacks and desserts and goodies had nothing to do with how I felt about our relationship. You said you did, of course, and tried to put on a good show; but eventually you started to mope and seem listless and look absolutely miserable. You hardly ate anything yourself. And for my part, having gotten used to the constant flow of calories and the dopamine hit with every new treat, there wasn’t much willpower left when I saw how hard it was hitting you. It never took long for me to give in, see the joy return to your face when you got to start filling me up with lavish indulgences again, and go along with it when you made a point of outdoing your past spoiling to make up for lost time.

Now that it’s so hard to move, it’s only gotten worse. You know I can barely get out of bed, and how tired I get those few times a day when I do. You’re always ready to make sure I have what I need so I, literally, never have to lift a finger or even ask for something I might want. It seems like every couple of minutes, you bring me some new treat, something else to snack on, another drink, another meal, another candy. There’s always more, right at hand, to keep shoveling in.

And there’s nowhere to go. These days, I can’t even reach around all the fat on my body. It just about fills the bed that used to be big enough for the both of us. If I could manage to waddle all the way to the front door, I’m not even sure I’d fit through it anymore. I can’t get away; so whatever you bring me, I eat it. And drink it. And chew it. And swallow it.

And enjoy it. And dread it. And crave it. And fear it.

I wish you could see with clear eyes what you’re doing to me and what I really need. I wish you could see that I’m way, way too fat for my own good. That you should be making me move and exercise instead of sit and eat. That I need you to make me diet instead of make me indulge. That every treat is a temptation, every snack a sap to my willpower, every meal a means to make it that much harder to ever go back. You’re loving me to death, and every new pound proves just how completely, thoroughly, smotheringly you love me.

It takes my breath away.

[thesoftestirises]

devour

♡ pairing: marc x reader, steven x reader, jake x reader ♡ rating : 18+ ♡ word count : 2.8k ♡ warnings : nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, name calling   ♡ summary : steven decides to take you skinny dipping ♡ an : unbeta’d and adapted from an already existing wip - i decided to get something out while i’m still working on my jake/reader bet fic! please feel free to let me know if you see any mistakes

“Are we almost there?” 

“Almost, just a few more steps.”

You shook your head and smiled. You hadn’t known Steven, and by extension, Marc and Jake, for very long. Originally, they were your security detail, keeping you protected as you helped them decode your father’s notes. But in the short amount of time you had spent together, you were completely endeared to all of them. It was only natural that your relationship went from one of necessity to one of mutual love and admiration. 

“Is this part of an elaborate plan to kill  me and get rid of my body?” You joked. 

“I can’t answer that without a lawyer present,” he said, his tone full of mirth. “We’ve just got to get down this hill and then we’ll be there.”

The sky opened up overhead and provided enough light for you to finally be able to see your surroundings. At the bottom of the hill was a pond, surrounded by weeping willows and wildflowers. The water reflected the moon and the stars on a perfectly still surface. Only the calls of crickets and owls filled the air. Fireflies danced around the two of you as the crisp summer breeze blew. It was an image too beautiful to be recreated on canvas. 

“Do you like it?” Steven asked. 

“I love it,” you said, turning to look at him. “Thank you for bringing me here.” 

“No need to thank me just yet, you haven’t even gotten in,” he said. 

“Gotten in?” You repeated, knitting your brows together. “Steven, I’m wearing pajamas. And we’re supposed to be in hiding, in case you’ve forgotten.” 

“So you’ve said.” 

“Are you suggesting skinny dipping right now?”

“Well, I’m not suggesting you get in the water with your fuzzy pants.” 

“Steven!”

“Y/N,” he said, his tone playfully mocking as he pretended to frown at you. “Stay by the edge if you want, but I’m getting in.” 

He stripped off his shirt right in front of you with no shame. You tried to keep your eyes elsewhere but your curiosity was overwhelming. Your gaze moved down his body, admiring the line of his shoulders, his well defined abs, and the veins that disappeared down his low slung pants. Of course it wasn’t enough that he had a beautiful face and a charming personality. He just had to be built like a Greek God. Everything about Steven seemed to be designed to test you and you were failing miserably. 

You turned around before he could take off sweatpants and heard him chuckle behind you. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything. When you turned back, he was chest deep in the water. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his lips parting in a soundless sigh. Water droplets had collected along his shoulders and collarbones, leaving diamond like sparkles all across his skin that highlighted the Star of David around his neck. Like this, he looked even more ethereal. 

“Are you really not going to join me?” 

You sighed and stood up. “Turn around.” 

Steven grinned and did as you asked. You stripped off your shirt and glanced behind you, making sure that Steven wasn’t watching. When you were certain he wasn’t peeking, you finished taking off the rest and clumsily got into the warm water next to him. He smiled at you and came closer. 

“It’s nice, right?” 

“It’s weird,” you corrected. “We’re both naked.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird. Remove that stick from your butt, spoilsport,” he said, splashing you in the face. 

You gaped in mock offense and splashed him back. “Who are you calling a spoilsport? I’m tons of fun!” 

“Yeah?” He said, flicking water at you. “I don’t think so.”

The two of you quickly descended into a playful water fight, splashing each other and trying to avoid the other’s attacks. It was dumb and immature, but it made you feel free. For a moment you forgot about all your problems and it was just you and Steven. He looked so happy, his eyes were filled with galaxies when he smiled. You wished you could freeze time and keep him like this forever. 

“Time out,” you gasped, giggling breathlessly. “I need a second.”

“There are no time outs. You’ve got to surrender,” he smirked. 

“Jesus. Fine. I surrender, your highness,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What do you want as your prize?”

“You.”

You laughed until you noticed his serious expression. “Steven?”

“Not quite, cariño.”

“Jake?” 

He didn’t respond, but you didn’t need him to. There was only one person who ever called you cariño.

He was close, so close. How did you not notice? Your legs were tangled together and his face was barely an inch from yours. You could practically count each of his eyelashes. For a moment, the world around you went silent and all you could hear was the sound of his breathing. He gently cupped your jaw and stared at your lips. You subconsciously licked them and watched the way his gaze followed your tongue. He moved closer until you could feel his warm breath over your lips and his skin on yours. 

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his hesitantly. The contact was like being struck by lightning. You instantly melted into his hold. How had you ever lived without him? The hand he had on your cheek moved to the back of your head while you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed in deeper and opened your mouth, letting him reacquaint his tongue with yours. You missed his taste so much, you couldn’t get enough and chased after his lips when he pulled back for air.

“So eager, cariño,” he chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“You’re just as bad.”

He hummed and pulled you even closer until there wasn’t any space separating the two of you. He lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hips. You could feel the line of hard cock pressed up against your inner thigh. There was no barrier between the two of you. If he wanted to push himself into you, he could. Your mouth went dry at the concept.

“I’m worse,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’m desperate for you. You’re all I can think about these days. You haunt my dreams and my fantasies. Even in church, all I can think about is fucking you.”

“Oh God,” you said, dropping your head against his shoulder. “Jake, please.”

“Patience, cariño,” he said, moving his hands to your breasts and toying with your nipples while you squirmed. “It’s not fun if I just devour you whole.” 

You lifted your head and sloppily slotted your lips together. When you pulled back, you were an inch away from his face, your nose pressed against his. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to play with your food?”

“I think the food seems to like being played with,” he said, tilting his head a faux innocent smile on his face. ”Can I eat you out?” 

“Would you?” You asked, eyes wide.

“Of course. Might be a little complicated like this, but I’ve got an idea.”

Jake pulled you out the water and settled the two of you down on a pile of your own clothes. You shivered in the cool air, your skin beginning to prickle up in goosebumps. Jake kissed down the line of your body and opened your legs with very little preamble. You squirmed as he shuffled down so his face was positioned right at the apex of your thighs. He examined your entrance with his fingers, spreading your folds open and toying with your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter under his focused stare and grew embarrassed. 

“Why are you looking at it like that?” You whined, throwing your head back. 

“Because it’s pretty,” he said, licking a wide stripe over your inner folds. You gasped and lifted your hips, surprised by the sudden movement. Jake’s tongue was so warm over your sensitive skin, it felt like he was lighting you on fire. “Hold still, cariño. I can’t touch you if you’re going to thrash around like that.” 

You nodded and tossed your hands to the side, grabbing at the clothes Jake laid out as a makeshift blanket. He returned his attention back to your wetness, this time focusing on your clit. It took everything in you to not move. Even the lewd, wet noises Jake was creating between your legs was driving you wild. You bit down on your lower lip harshly, nearly drawing blood as he sucked the little bead into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. After a few minutes of torture, he pulled off and replaced his mouth with his thumb so he could look at you. 

“You can scream as much as you’d like. No one can hear you out here.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, arching your back. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”

“No, I’m going to ruin you,” he promised, kissing your inner thigh and biting into the soft flesh. “Look at you. You came to me so pure, angel. Now you’re spreading your legs in front of my face like a common whore. Beg for me.”

“Please, Jake,” you cried. “Please put your tongue on me.”

“You’re out of practice, Y/N. Come on, I want to hear you sound desperate.” 

“Jake, please. No one can touch me like you. You make me feel better than anyone,” you said, flushing with heat. 

“No one?”

“Not a soul, just you. Please, please, please. I need you so bad I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

Jake finally conceded and spread your folds wide to lick right over your hole. You moaned and threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling at his silk like strands to try and get him to push his tongue deeper into you. He traced along your opening and pulled back to spit at your entrance. He used a finger to nudge his saliva inside of you and lifted his hungry gaze to your face. “Are you close?” 

You nodded and wrenched your eyes shut. 

“Eyes on me. Use your words, cariño.”

You forced your exhausted body onto your elbows and looked at his face. His mouth and chin were glistening wet, but his eyes were focused and unaffected. You suddenly like a helpless animal between a handsome predator’s teeth. “I’m close.”

“Don’t look away. I want to watch you fall apart.” 

You nodded, desperate and dizzy with pleasure. He smiled at the glassy look in your eyes before returning his focus to bringing you over the edge. One harsh suck at your clit and you were tumbling into the void of his dark gaze, gasping as he held your overstimulated clit in his mouth and continued licking at you. 

“What-?”

“I want you to come for me again,” he told you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your folds before pulling back and replacing his lips with his fingers. “You think you can handle that?”

You hurried to nod and whimpered as he tortured your sore clit with his thumb. He eventually moved his pointer finger to your entrance, teasing the rim before sinking inside. You moaned, toes curling at the pleasurable pain of Jake stroking along your hypersensitive walls. He continued kissing and biting at your thighs while you sighed at the featherlike brush of his lips against your most intimate areas. Jake managed to push a second finger in alongside the first when you seized up and came again, crying his name and thrashing in his hold. He relented and withdrew from your body, placing gentle kisses all along your stomach and thighs. 

“You were so good for me. My perfect little angel.”

You sighed and collapsed, closing your eyes. “I think I could fall asleep like this.” 

“Tempting, but I don’t think you’d be too happy with that choice in the morning. Come on, cariño,” he said, taking your hands into his and pulling you up and into his chest. 

You hummed and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing your lips right against his pulse point. You were happily basking in his warmth when a thought occurred to you. “I didn’t get you off.”

He laughed and stroked your cheekbone with his thumb. “It’s okay, angel, you don’t need to reciprocate. I liked touching you.” 

“But you got me off twice! Let me suck your dick,” you insisted, lifting your head away from his shoulder and looking at him with a pout. 

“Next time, okay?” He said and kissed your lips.

You pulled away and winced at the bitter, musky flavor. “Ugh, is that what I taste like? That’s awful.”

Jake paused, closing his eyes. When he opened them next, his posture shifted minutely, becoming more rigid and proper in the way you generally associated with a different alter.

“Marc?” You asked, searching his face. 

“Hi, baby,” Marc said, a soft smile spreading across his lips. 

“Guessing you saw all of that?”

“Mhmm. And I heard what you said about your taste.”

“Right, I have no idea how you guys can stand that,” you said, laughing self deprecatingly. 

“You taste addictive to me. I could spend the rest of my life between your thighs.”

he told you, completely destroying the playful atmosphere and sending it plunging back into a dizzying, heady territory. 

He kissed you again and reached between your legs to return his fingers to your drenched folds. He gently rubbed your swollen and abused clit as he licked into your mouth and murmured dirty things against your lips. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it? Mine to touch and play with?”

“Yes, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

“Can I get you to come one more time, baby?” He asked, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I want to watch you fall apart in my arms.”

Your thighs were practically shaking and you were still exhausted from the previous orgasms he had given you. If you had an ounce of sense left in you, you would have politely declined. But as it was, you did not. You nodded your consent and allowed him to rearrange you so your back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm securely around your stomach and returned his free hand to your entrance. 

“Look,” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. “See how pretty your pussy is?”

You watched his fingers stroke along your inner lips and gasped, the image so much more intense than the feeling. It was one thing to know you were wet, it was another thing to see yourself dripping all over someone else’s hand. You watched him sink a finger into you and squirmed as you began to feel him pressing along your inner walls. 

“It’s so small and delicate, isn’t?” he said, his voice low and quiet as pulled his finger out to the first knuckle before slowly pushing back in. “My cock could tear your poor little body in half.”

“Marc,” you moaned, reaching backwards and threading your hand into his hair.

“I love the way you say my name,” he whispered, slipping a second finger into you and holding you still as you twisted in his grip. He spread his fingers inside you, attempting to stretch out your entrance. “You’re still so fucking tight. I want to wreck you so bad, baby. Do you think you can take a third?” 

“Yes, fuck. Please.”

Marc kissed the top of your head and slowly traced his ring finger over your hole. Your breath caught in your throat as he sunk into you, his movements agonizingly slow. The breach of the third finger burned more than you thought it would. You bit back a scream once he was fully buried in you, tossing your head back and clamping your legs around Marc’s hand. 

“Are you doing alright, angel?”

“Yeah, just give me a second.” 

He nodded and pressed chaste kisses along your face while you adjusted to having a third finger inside of you. You sighed and shifted, releasing your death grip on his hair and moving your hands down to his knees. You slowly opened your legs back up and turned your head to look into Marc’s dark eyes. His gaze was soft and admiring, flitting around every feature of your face like he was desperately trying to commit this moment to his memory. 

Without a word he moved his fingers to your sweet spot, punching a gasp out of you. You fell forward and reconnected your lips, letting Marc swallow your noises until you were on the verge of coming. You broke the kiss and kept your eyes locked on his as he pushed you over the edge one last time, your mouth falling open to sigh his name. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing your temple and pulling his fingers out of you as you collapsed into his chest breathlessly. “You took me so well, baby. No one can compare to you. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

You accepted his comforting kisses and caresses with a tiny smile on your face. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow, aren’t I?” 

“Probably,” he agreed, a smug grin on his lips.

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[rocksandmirrors]

this is something i wrote a couple weeks ago based on the second art of this post i've made, but i didn't feel like posting it on ao3. hope you enjoy!! the wonderful @sapphic--kiwi inspired me to write this, make sure to check out her blog as well <3 she's a very talented artist and writer

also watch out for body issues and internalized fatphobia

Matt couldn’t stand to see his reflection anymore.

He should have seen it coming, though; with all the work he had been doing for the last years, and being able to eat his fill every day, it was obvious he would gain weight. Yet, now that he stared at himself in the mirror, all he could see was the extra pounds that didn’t have to be there. He knew this was silly, but an immature part of him hoped he could have looked like these constructionist witches in the shows he watched, attractive and shaped like a V.

Grimacing, he pinched a bulge on his stomach and let out a groan. He hated looking like this, especially when he was so skinny just a couple years ago. Maybe he could skip breakfast, just for today. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Shaking his head to try and think about something else, Matt reached out to the cabinet above the sink until he saw Augustus’ reflection in the mirror, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. He froze as they locked eyes, and he prayed he hadn’t seen too much of him wallowing in his misery.

“Hey,” he mumbled, finally opening the cabinet to grab his hairbrush. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Nah.” Matt heard footsteps behind him, and a few seconds later, felt a pair of arms around his waist, as well Augustus’ warmth against his back, and his chin on his shoulder. “You’re up earlier than usual.”

“Eh, I just woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. Figured I could get prepared for work, at least.”

Augustus’ hands wandered around his stomach and hips- areas of his body that he hated more than anything- and he repressed the urge to push them away. Instead, he started brushing his hair, slowly, untying all the knots one by one. He had two hours left before leaving, might as well take his time.

“Matty, are you okay?” he asked, slumber still staining his voice.

“M’yeah. Sort of.” When he met Augustus’ eyes again through the mirror, he sighed. “No, not really.”

“I know. I saw you.”

Yeah, he figured as much. His fiance had that talent for always being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. He put his hairbrush down next to the sink, still staring at their reflections.

“Of course you saw me. There’s nothing else to see about me but… this,” he added, disgust dripping in his tone.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“Like what? Like I became fucking ugly? Someone here has to, because you sure as hell aren’t doing it.”

Matt was getting worked up over pretty much nothing and arguing with a brick wall; he knew that, yet couldn’t help it. Just thinking about the way his body had changed over the last years made him feel miserable and fall back into his old self-deprecating ways, aggressive towards someone who didn’t ask for it.

“You’re not ugly,” Augustus argued, leaving a peck on his jaw. “You’ve never been.”

“Augustus, you don’t need to rub me up the right way. I know I’ve changed, I mean- you’ve seen me at seventeen, look at me now! I was in much better shape back then!”

“Were you?”

“Do you really need me to make an illusion of my old self to compare?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

Augustus shook his head, his hands still rubbing the parts of his body he hated the most. Matt just wanted this conversation to end, to go on about his day and shove that brief moment of vulnerability into a corner of his mind so he could forget about it. As much as he hated his current appearance, he never intended for his lover to listen to him vent about his body issues first thing in the morning.

“Matt, you had nothing to eat as a teen, of course you were skinnier. Hell, I’ve seen you digging through trash at school just to have lunch.”

“Yeah, but-”

“You’ve grown up. You’re doing a lot more physical work, and like it or not, you can’t keep your teen body all your life.” One of Augustus’ hands moved up to his torso. “If you really want to lose weight someday, I’ll support you, but I want you to know I also love how you look right now, because you’re just as healthy and handsome. Frankly, I’m happy to see you like this.”

Matt’s breath got stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened at these words. He knew Augustus tended to be clingier than usual whenever he lacked some sleep, but he still needed to get used to all the praise that came with it.

“I don’t really see it,” he admitted with a shrug.

“That’s okay. I don’t expect you to get over this right away.” The younger witch left another kiss, this time at the nape of his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine. “But trust me, if you could see yourself the way I see you, you’d marry yourself in a heartbeat.”

Matt could feel- and see- all the blood rushing to his face, and suddenly, the warm hands wandering on his body didn’t bother him as much- they felt loving, tender, worshiping every part of the body he still struggled to accept as it was. He leaned into Augustus, still standing behind him, and the arms around him wrapped themselves tighter.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“I… Yeah, actually. Thanks, babe.”

“No problem.” Augustus left one last peck on the shell of his ear before stepping back, and Matt immediately missed his warmth. “Since we’re both awake, I’m gonna make some coffee. Do you want some?”

“You know it.” Matt turned around to face him, offering him a tired smile. “Let me make you breakfast, yeah?”

“Don't worry, I’m not touching any pans in this kitchen,” he yawned as he left the bathroom.

Matt watched his fiance walk away, then turned back to his reflection. Half of his hair had been brushed, the bags under his eyes were a little more prominent than usual, contrasting with his crimson face, and his shirt was a little crinkled from where Augustus had been touching him. He pinched a bulge on his stomach again, poking at the fat here and there with a faint smile.

Maybe he could indulge in breakfast today.

[ladyfogg]

Lover’s Lake

Lover’s Lake

Fic Summary: A fun, innocent trip to Lover’s Lake turns into much more once you playfully suggest skinny dipping. Eddie Munson Oneshots Masterpost. 

Fic Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Language, Skinny Dipping, Canon Divergent, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Creampie, Sex in Eddie’s Van because yes.

A/N: I swear I must have written and rewritten this oneshot a dozen times. I had over 2k written and then I just deleted the whole thing and started from scratch. And I’m glad I did because I definitely like this version better. This was partially inspired by one of the prompts I received and while I’m not doing prompts anymore, it did give me this idea so cheers to the Anon who sent it.

You’re the one to suggest skinny-dipping in the first place, but you swear It’s meant as a joke.

You and Eddie have been hanging out at his trailer all day. It’s late August and the heat is unbearable. Neither one of you has AC and even sitting in the shade doesn’t help. You’re in shorts and a tank-top, while Eddie is shirtless in a pair of jeans.

There is a brief discussion about possibly going to the pool, but you both know it’s going to be swarming with people who you’d rather not deal with. Which leaves hanging out and listening to music while moving as little as possible. It’s not until the sun starts going down that you yearn for some kind of respite. The heat isn’t dissipating. It’s still muggy and gross, even when the sun is nearly set.

“Let’s go to the lake,” you say, sitting on the steps to Eddie’s trailer. “It’s late, most people won’t be there anymore.”

“That would require moving.” Eddie’s sprawled on the ground in front of you, sunglasses propped on his nose. If he hadn’t said anything, you would have thought he was sleeping. “Plus the AC is busted in the van. It’s going to be a miserable drive.”

“So? When we get to the lake we can cool off. And it’ll be dark by then which will help.”

“The only nearby lake is Lover’s Lake.”

“And?”

Eddie turns his head to look at you, peering over his sunglasses. “Sweetheart, are you asking me to take you to Lover���s Lake after dark?”

Only two kinds of people go to that particular lake after dark: the people who live there and the people who are looking for a quiet place to fool around. Hell, it’s how the lake got its name. You and Eddie are just friends and have never been there together. Yet, with the heat wave, you’re having, the thought of the cool waters is more important than the lake’s significance.

“Is that a problem?” you ask, leaning back on your elbows. “What? Two friends can’t go spend time at the lake together.”

“When it’s Lover’s Lake? Not really. When it’s dark, highly unlikely.”

“You surprise me, Munson. Since when are you a strict follower of social rules and customs?”

“Some things are sacred.”

You snort with amusement. “Lover’s Lake is sacred?”

He grins, sliding his hands under his head. His chest is slightly pink from the sun and you know you shouldn’t stare but it’s very difficult not to when he’s all laid out and glistening like that. The only plus side to this weather is you’ve gotten to see him half-naked most of the time.

“It’s special,” he says. “If I’m going to take you there, you better make it worth my while.”

“I’ll pay for gas.”

“Van is full.”

“I’ll buy you booze.”

“Still have the booze you bought last time.”

Okay, now he’s being intentionally difficult. Your clothes are sticking to you and before you can’t think, the next words tumble out of your mouth on their own. “I will swim naked if you drive us.”

Eddie slowly removes his sunglasses and turns his head to face you, with a wide grin. “You serious?”

“Absolutely.”

Within seconds, he’s on his feet. “Alright, let’s go.”

Five minutes later, you’re cruising down the road, heading for Lover’s Lake. It all happens so fast, you haven’t quite processed what you agreed to. All you know is the calm still waters are calling your name. Eddie’s music is blaring and the windows are down, providing some kind of air circulation in the stuffy vehicle.

He didn’t bother to put a shirt on. Not that you mind.

The two of you have been friends for a couple of years. You were both in the same grade until he was held back. You stuck around after graduation, not ready or really interested in college. Not to mention, you don’t want to go anywhere without your best friend. You and Eddie have been joined at the hip, metaphorically, ever since the day you met. Although, you wouldn’t mind for it to be physically.

In the time you’ve spent together, there have been plenty of instances when you’ve almost crossed that line, almost gone from friends to something else. But something always got in the way.

You’re about a minute from the lake when Eddie lowers his music, which he only does when he has something important to say. “So this lake is technically private. We’re going to have to do some sneaking around. I know the perfect spot though. Just follow my lead.”

Jealousy flares for a moment. “Come here that often do you?” you ask, trying to keep the bite from your voice but failing miserably.

Eddie smirks as he glances in your direction. “Jealous?”

Busted.

“Follow your lead, got it.” You pretend to be very interested in what’s out the window even though you can feel Eddie watching you.

When you get to the lake, all is quiet. Eddie keeps the music low and drives slowly. It’s fully dark by now and his headlights are the only source of light on this side. Eventually, he parks near a cluster of overgrown trees. Once the engine is cut, everything is still and quiet. All you hear are gentle waves and the crickets chirping.

“Welcome to Lover’s Lake,” Eddie says with a wide grin.

Your stomach flip-flops and your hands are shaking when you climb out and close the door behind you. The mugginess hangs around you like a thick blanket. It’s not dark enough for stars but the moon is bright, giving off enough light to illuminate the area. You walk to the water’s edge and stand there for a moment, taking in the silent beauty.

Eddie leans against his van, still watching you. “What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.”

When you look back at him, his eyes haven’t left you and you see him bite his lip. You get the sense he’s not talking about the lake. “I was promised skinny-dipping,” he says, smirk widening now that he has your attention.

You turn to face him. “I don’t remember that being a promise.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “I can get back in the van and leave,” he says. “Have fun trying to walk—”

You throw your tank top at him.

It hits him square in the face and when he hurries to snatch it away, you’re already turning back to the water. Your shorts come next and you’re acutely aware that you’re stripping in front of your best friend and he’s not saying anything or doing anything to try to stop you. You’re left standing there in your bra and panties, facing the water as you wait for him to make the next move.

The sound of the ground crunching under Eddie’s shoes makes you freeze in place. You can feel him draw closer and, the next thing you know, the heat of his body is right behind you. He lifts his hands and places them on your shoulders. Your ears pick up the hitching of his breath as he ever so slowly brings the straps of your bra down. You let him, biting your lip to keep from making noise, stifling the moan that wants to escape from his brief touch.

The two of you have touched before, but not like this. Not so intimately. Hand holding or hugging aside, this is something else entirely and your body screams with joy as his thumbs lightly stroke your flesh.

Your bra falls into the dirt.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you ask.

Eddie audibly swallows and his voice is strained when he says, “Yeah.”

“I’ve wanted to come here with you for a while.”

You hear his sharp inhale and suddenly his chest is pressed against your back. His hands slide down your arms until they find your hands, where he slots his fingers between yours. His breath is in your ear, and when he speaks, it's husky and low.

“I’ve wanted to do a lot of things with you for a while,” he says.

You shudder, your heart pounding in your chest. Slowly, you bring his hands to your waist, pressing them against your panties. He takes the lead, carefully slipping his fingers beneath the band before pushing them down your hips. They pool around your ankles and you step out of them, towards the water.

Without Eddie’s body heat, you shiver, even though it’s still incredibly hot out. The water is cool when you step into it, exactly what you need and were hoping for.

It's only when you’re submerged to your neck that you turn to look back at Eddie. He’s standing right where you left him, mouth slightly open and chest heaving. As soon as you make eye contact, he reached for his belt.

The clink of the medal sounds twice as loud in the quiet of your secret place. You watch hungrily as Eddie undoes his pants. They drop to the ground along with his boxers and he leaves them with your bra and underwear, walking naked towards the lake. Towards you.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him like this and the image will be forever burned in your mind. His slender pale frame moves forward with determined, sure steps, shadows from the trees falling across his face, making him look sinister. Like he’s a hunter and you’re the prey.

You can’t wait to be caught.

He steps out of the shadows, and before he enters the water, you see him for the first time. All of him. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, thick even when soft, framed by dark curls.

You only get a moment to admire him before he’s diving into the water. The ripples move towards you as Eddie swims below them. You’re rooted in place, every instinct telling you to go to him, while your heart says to let him come to you.

Because, when he does, it means he wants this. When he finally reaches you, that line you both have been skirting is going to be blurred.

Eddie comes up from the water, moving his wet bangs out of his eyes with a flick of his head. “Say something,” he says in a soft voice. “Tell me I’m reading this situation right. Or tell me to fuck off and we can just swim and enjoy the water.”

All the words are gone. You’ve thought of this scenario a hundred times, planned what you wanted to say to him, how you wanted to tell him your feelings. At this moment, only one thing comes to mind.

“You better fucking kiss me, Munson.”

He grins and lunges, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head as he brings you into a harsh kiss.

Your heart and your world explode. Nothing could have prepared you for the searing, delicious heat of his mouth or the quickness of his tongue. With a moan that borderlines pornographic, Eddie kisses the life out of you. Your arms go around him and you pull his wet naked body flush against yours.

His tongue juts past your lips, eager to taste and explore. You happily let him, your hands exploring his arms, back, and ass. You grab it with both hands and squeeze, earning a noise of surprise followed by another moan.

You draw back to catch your breath and all you see are Eddie’s dark eyes, good with want, pupils glinting in the moonlight.

“If you want more, you’ll have to catch me.” You push him under and swim away.

Eddie surfaces, spitting lake water and grinning like a madman. “Oh, it’s on!”

He chases you around the lake, splashing and laughing the entire time. You’re on cloud nine, carefree and happy for the first time in who knows how long. Teasing him is the best. It always has been but now? Now it’s even better when you know he wants you, wants to touch and explore. You let him get as close as possible, sometimes allowing him to pull you against his chest before slipping out of his grasp again.

The heat of summer doesn’t exist anymore.

All that exists is Eddie and your small section of the lake. When your limbs get tired and you’re ready for more, you let him catch you, let him crush your back against his chest again. His mouth immediately latches onto your throat and his hands slide up your stomach, cupping your breasts and giving them an appreciative squeeze. You can feel his cock against your ass. He’s hard and twitching, the brief contact making him moan with want.

“Fuck you feel good,” he growls, still fondling you, pinching your nipples excitedly as his teeth press into the sensitive skin of your neck.

You turn in his arms to face him. “Come here.” You pull him into a kiss this time, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Fuck, he’s hard. And he’s close, so close to where you want him.

Suddenly, the sky alights for a moment before the unmistakable sound of thunder rolls overhead. Rain starts to pour and you and Eddie break away from each other, laughing.

“We have to get to the van,” he says, grinning as he takes your hand and heads for the shore.

Laughing like children, you swim and stumble your way back to your clothes, gathering the wet items in your arms. Eddie’s hand is still holding yours, refusing the let go even as you book it to the van

He throws open the back and you hop it just as another clap of thunder sounds, this one louder than the last. The door slams behind you.

In the back of his van, you two are giddy from adrenaline and each other. The clothes are tossed to the side and Eddie kisses you, laying you down on the rough carpet. You’re still wet from the rain and lake, but your bodies are hot, desperate for release and each other.

Eddie’s mouth is relentless, kissing and nipping at your lips until their swollen. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says his hand sliding up your leg to grab at your thigh. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

“We’re not waiting anymore.”

Eddie draws back to look at you, wet hair plastered to his forehead. In the dim light of the van, you can finally see his expression, the love and admiration so apparent you wonder why you never noticed it before.

Probably because you were too busy hiding yours.

His hand slides between your legs, fingers slipping through your folds. Your body jerks in surprise and you gasp, but Eddie swallows the noise with a moan. You’re slick for him in seconds, shocks of pleasure radiating from your core as he sinks two fingers into you.

He can’t contain himself, can’t hold back now that he’s finally getting what he wants.

Which is good because you don’t want him to.

Eddie kisses his way to your breasts, lips wrapping around one stiff nipple. He sucks greedily, fucking your heat with his fingers at the same time. You’re lost in a sea of pleasure, your body quaking and eager for release. Eager for him. Eager to finally make him yours.

He travels his lips further down, leaving kisses and bite marks in his wake. Nothing hard, nothing painful, everything just on the edge, just enough to make you moan his name and beg for more.

His fingers are still in you when he sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, burying in the wet locks, your nails scraping his scalp.

Eddie moans when he tastes you for the first time. Through bleary eyes you watch and feel him greedily take from you, his fingers buried so deep they hit that spot. No one has ever made you feel this way, made your body sing for them, ache for them. Eddie knows you better than anyone else and now he’s knowing you in a way no one else ever will. Because from now on, he’s the only one you want to touch you, and the only one you want to touch. When you gasp loudly, you feel his grin this time and soon, every stroke of his fingers is to that exact spot.

Your orgasm is violent and blinding. Eddie’s name spills from your lips in a desperate chant, begging for more while also needing time, needing a moment to recover from the overwhelming pleasure.

Eddie pulls back, slipping his fingers out and leaving you brutally hallow. Sitting up on his knees, he sucks your slick off his fingers, eyes falling closed as if savoring a delicious treat. “Mmm, sweet. Just like I always thought you were. God, you don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”

“How many?”

“Too many to count.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

You sit up and your mouths collide painfully. You can taste yourself on him and it only spurs you only, makes you want more. Your hand slides down his chest and you grab his cock roughly in your eagerness. The weight of it in your hand is titillating. It makes your core ache for something bigger than his fingers. He grunts, cupping your cheek and kissing you like there’s no tomorrow.

“Fuck me, Eddie, please,” you beg. “I need you inside me.”

You’re on your back again and an instant later, your legs spread to let Eddie can fit between them. He breaks the kiss for a moment so he can look in your eyes, those beautiful brown irises searching for something. He must find it because he bites his lip and slowly, ever so slowly, pushes into you.

At the first stretch of his cock, your mind goes blank. You moan, melting beneath him. One of his hands grabs your thigh for leverage and he works himself into you with several small thrusts of his hips. Dear god he’s big and fuck does the stretch feel amazing.

Your eyes flutter close but he nuzzles your face. “Keep them open, look at me.”

You do and he bottoms out, body snug against yours. You don’t know how long he stays like that, how long he remains buried to the hilt while looking in your eyes. You swear this is the most perfect moment of your life. There never has been and will never be anything more perfect than this.

When he does start to move, he’s the one whose eyes flutter closed and he’s the one to start moaning your name. Hearing your name coming from him like that is too much. You’re his. You always were but now he knows it. Now he will always know it.

Eddie fucks you slowly at first.

Your mouth seeks his and he grants you a deep kiss while taking you against the floor of his van. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back each time he draws out, making him slam all the way in every single time. Your hands can’t stop moving, can’t stop exploring the smooth planes of his back or burying into his hair.

He grins against you, fucking himself deep into your quaking body. The angle and the pace are so god damn perfect that you want to cry.

His van rocks along with his movements, squeaking and creaking with each thrust. The thunder and rain are beautiful background, drowned out by the sound of skin-slapping-skin and Eddie saying your name over and over again.

He makes you come again.

This one comes happens fast, too fast for you to be prepared. Your body clamps down around him, and he swears into your neck.

“Fuck you’re so good, fucking hell you’re so fucking tight. God, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

You clench around him again on purpose this time. Eddie’s mouth slots over yours, his fingers digging into your thighs so hard you know you’re going to have bruises later. You hope you have bruises later.

“I’m close,” he says while you’re still coming down from your own release. “Where…where…?”

“Come inside me, Eddie. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”

“Fuck!”

He comes inside you, filling you with heat and fucking into you so hard you see stars. Your thighs are sticky with arousal and release, making his final thrusts slick. His mouth finds yours for one more sloppy kiss before his strength gives out and he collapses on top of you.

You lay there in a sweaty, panting heap of limbs.

Your hands stroke his back, a smile firmly plastered on your face. You can’t see him but you know he’s smiling too, can feel it against your neck where his face is pressed.

Eddie pushes himself up just enough to look you in the eye. “I love you, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“I love you too.”

Reaching up, you run your thumb down his plush lower lip. His tongue darts out to flick at it before he gently sucks on the digit, releasing it a moment later with a pop and a smirk.

“Stay right there,” he says.

You don’t know where he thinks you’re going but you remain laying on the floor of the van as he sits back in his heels. A moment later, you realize why.

Eddie groans and spreads your legs, watching with hunger as his cum seeps out of you. His chest heaves at the sight and when you glance down, you realize he has his hand around his cock, stroking himself.

Your heart flutters when you see he’s already getting hard again.

A thrill shoots through your body and you smirk at him, hooking your leg around his waist and drawing him close again. “How many more times can you go?” you ask coyly, running your hands up your chest to cup your breasts.

Eddie grins and bites his lip. “We’re about to find out, sweetheart,” he purrs before he descends on you again.

[meetmyothersouls]

Surprise me

I’m having so much fun with these guys!

Will You Still Love Me When I’m a Ghost?

Warnings: Sadness, death, afterlife, ghosts

“That guy’s staring at you,” your friend spoke.

“Who?” You asked, looking over your shoulder, then the other one.

“Don’t look right at him! Dark, curly hair. Super skinny.”

You found the one she was talking about. He was definitely skinny, skeletal even. His dark curls, twisted chaotically in many different directions. He didn’t even bother moving them out of his face, instead he looked at you through medium length locks which hung in front of a pair of bloodshot eyes that looked like they had been through way more than anyone else in the bar had.

“I’m gonna go say hi,” you said.

“Wait really?”

Your friend was right to be shocked, this was extremely out of character for you. You usually let men come up to you. But there was something about this one that drew you to him. The eyes? Or maybe it was the fact that he looked like he could keel over at any moment.

“You look like death,” you said, walking up the stranger.

He pulled his chapped lips into a smile that demanded one in return.

“Makes sense,” he said, tossing a handful of curls to one side of his face. You could now clearly see his eyes. Hazel. And the dark circles underneath them made their color even more vibrant. “I am dying.”

Your smile faded quickly.

“What?”

“I am dying,” he said again. “My names Tim.”

“Oh. God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t-it was a joke. I-”

“It’s okay,” Tim laughed. “I should have started with ‘my names Tim’ and not the ‘I’m dying’ thing.” 

What do you say to that?

“Are you sick? I mean like, how…are you…dying?” You cringed. Fuck.

“Cancer.”

You felt even worse and it must’ve been clear on your face.

“Don’t feel bad for me. Though, part of me thinks you already do.”

“I didn’t feel bad for you. Not initially,” you said.

“Why’d you come up to me?”

“You’re eyes.”

Tim cocked his head, giving you a look that asked for further explanation.

“I dunno,” you said, running a hand through your hair; something you did when you were nervous. Your eyes were glued to the floor as you continued to speak. “I felt like, your eyes told a story I needed to hear. It sounds dumb. I know.”

He was silent for a minute and when you finally looked up, you were greeted with another dry-lipped smile.

“It’s not dumb. Sit?” He asked pushing the chair across from him out with his foot. You pulled your lips in, hiding a nervous smile and sat with him. You silently worked a hangnail on your thumb under the table. “Not dumb,” he said again.

“I’m glad you don’t think so.”

“Wanna know what I thought when I looked at you?”

You forgot that he had been the one staring at you first, and somehow knowing that he was the one that initiated it all made you feel less pathetic. “What?”

He smiled before speaking, breaking the skin between a thin crack in his lips. It bled a little. “I was thinking that you look like a girl I’d like to finish the life I have left with.”

The two of you were inseparable after that. And for the remainder of Tims life, you made him the happiest he could be, probably the happiest he had been in a long time. You loved each other with a force that was unbreakable.

“I’ll love you even after I’m gone,” Tim said the night before he died.

“Don’t talk that way.”

He flashed the same chapped lip smile that made you blush the night you met him at the bar. “You say that as if I didn’t tell you from the second I met you that I was dying.”

“Doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. I don’t like to think about you dying. I love you too much to want to think about living the rest of my miserable existence without you.”

He looked up a the ceiling, contemplating his next words. Or maybe deep in thought. You couldn’t tell these days. He was constantly slipping in and out of obvious consciousness and open-eyed unconsciousness. He shook his head before looking back at you.

“Where’d you go?” You asked.

“I was just thinking.”

You grabbed his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“I don’t think we ever really leave.” He took a shallow breath. “When I’m a ghost, will you still love me?”

“Of course,” you agreed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t believe in ghosts.

You called his phone 20 times a day for weeks after he passed just to hear is voice on his voicemail. You even left him messages. You don’t know why you did it, but it became routine.

Wake up. Call Tim’s phone.

Have coffee. Call Tim’s phone.

Drive to work. Call Tim’s phone.

By the end of each day your call history showed nothing by Tim’s name in red print. It felt ridiculous, calling your dead boyfriends phone, knowing he’d never answer again.

You called a month to the day after his passing, it rang twice before stopping. You heard a click on the other end, as if someone on the other side received your call. Your heart sank as you thought his number had finally been recycled, and now belonged to someone else.

“Hello?” You said into the silence.

There was static, and choppy fumbling.

Then nothing but shallow breathing.

“Tim?” You asked, feeling immediately foolish.

But your heart hammered in your chest as an all too familiar voice responded.

He was echoey, and grainy as if he was speaking to you from far away.

“Do you still love me?”

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[muscular-fantasies]

Hello, I'm an small and skinny old man. Recently I've been having a hard time at the gym, because five young men started to bully me mercilessly. They are a heavyweight bodybuilder group, and have incredibly huge muscles and powerful strength, but so rude and arrogant. I want to teach them manners. Can you transfer me all the muscles, strength and some height of the five of them? But don't give me their youth. I want to give them another chance, and I want to be a super-muscular daddy!

You entered the locker room as they had bullied you away from the gym once again. They thought it would be funny to make you miserable, so people like you wouldn't show up during their gym sessions. They laughed as the door closed behind you.

What they didn't notice, was your giant smirk. You had planned to be here with their stuff anyway. You grabbed a canister and sprayed all of their towels, making sure they were completely covered. The only thing you needed to do now was wait for them. You hid yourself in a corner behind one off the lockers, as you hear them coming closer.

They entered one by one, grabbed their stuff and headed straight for the shower. They were still joking.

"Did you see that old man? Can't believe something ancient like that would try to work out."

"what? Does he think he will ever be a big daddy... haha"

"Yeah, I really thought 'daddy' would brake those measly arms of him when he grabbed a dumbbell."

"Haha! The old fool should just get the hint and leave forever."

You felt anger rising, as you wanted to jump in the showers and show them to respect their elders. But you controlled yourself, because your plan was already in motion.. not to mention that they could still easily beat you at this moment. You did however sneak a peak, seeing their amazing bodies, tall, muscular, that firehose dick... You couldn't wait for the next part, as the water stopped and they dried themselves off.

With every rub you could see the shrink, their muscles deflating as they went down to 6'1..6'0..5'10. and halted at a small 5'6, looking like they had only started with training. You looked hungerly at them as they started panicking, dropping their towels and sprinting to the bathroom, not even noticing you as they passed. Screams could be heard throughout the gym.

At the same time you darted into the showers and grabbed their towels, wringing them into a small bottle. A pungent musk arose from the sweat filled bottle. You closed your nose and took a big slug. It spread quickly, as you felt their power being absorbed. You led out a moan, as your spine cracked, heightening, you back widened as it made place for more muscles. your jaw reshaping into a more squared form. Your dick started travelling down your leg until it stopped at your knee, your balls hanging lower then ever before as they thickened to the size of oranges. Your moans getting deeper, as your voice lowered a few baritones. It all happened so quickly that when you tried to walk afterwards, you had to hold the wall, as you weren't adjusted to your new overwhelming size.

You grabbed your shirt, looking at it it was obvious that was never gonna work.. You thought and then walked towards the biggest guy his bag, grabbing a shirt and pulling it on, it was still on the small side for you. You laughed as you had never been so happy.

The door suddenly swung open and you saw the bullies look up at you in fear.

"Daddy needs some release!" You growled pushing the door closed behind them. "When were done I'll teach you how to become good little training sluts!"

It didn't take long before the gym started to call you super-daddy.

[effervescentdragon]

🤭 Seb's reaction to finding out Lewis not only has an Insta for his dog but also uses the infamous Roscoe lisp

(bonus points for any Liked By Pierre Gasly references you can somehow sneak in too, because, Instagram)

i cant believe this is the prompt that got my brain going. a full scene popped into my head. youre a magic worker 😹❤️

"Okay, Seb, I need to ask you something," Charles says from where he's leaning next to him on the railing of the parade truck.

"Hmm," he hums, because he's a bit distracted, trying to answer the twelve messages he has from Britta about his plans for the Race of Champuons. Apparently, saying I will be staying with a friend isn't enough to appease her. "Yes, sorry, what?"

Charles huffs and elbows him a little.

"It is funny, now that you are always on your phone, when before you were always telling me it will rot my brain."

"It did rot your brain," Seb says, and chuckles when Charles makes a face and elbows him again. "Did your elbows turn sharper?"

"Non, mon Dieu." He rolls his eyes. "You are just too skinny."

"We can't all be hard muscle, Charles," he says haughtily, then grins. "I know what your type is, and it's not skinny Germans. The opposite, really."

Charles looks around quickly to see if anyone is listening to them, but Sebastian refuses to lower his voice. Fucking with Charles is always fun, and he missed doing it. "How is Pierre, by the way?"

"Fuck you, mate," Charles hisses through his teeth, but Seb still sees the blush on his cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm not your type. Too skinny, not French enough," he says cheekily, and Charles groans.

"You are insufferable," he says miserably, just as Lewis approaches them. He looks - good. Really good, Seb thinks. Unbothered, and relaxed, and it is so nice to see, it makes Seb smile.

He fistbumps them both, drinking from his water bottle. Seb looks away from his lips and the way his cheeks hollow, fumbling with his phone and locking it.

"What's up?" Lewis asks, and Charles sighs.

"I was trying to ask Seb what is it with his Instagram posts, what do they mean, but he keeps being mean to me," he says with a pout. Lewis laughs and pats him on the shoulder. "Oh man, you have no idea what he was like when he drove for Red Bull. He's mellowed over the years." He grins, and Charles looks a bit dazed at Lewis' smile, which is both expected and pretty relatable.

Seb shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

"Pot, kettle," he says, and Lewis grins. His gap tooth shows, and Seb feels - the sun shines too bright today, and he's in team jacket. It's too hot. He tries to change the topic.

"I hate Instagram by the way. I don't understand half of the comments I get, and all I am shown is sponsored posts."

Charles and Lewis exchange a look.

"It is because you follow no one," Charles says slowly. "You are such a disaster."

"You don't have to follow people, though, you can just go to their pages manually," Lewis adds. "That's what I do. Or I look from Roscoe's account, though that isn't much better, he follows like, twenty people."

Charles nods along, but Sebastian's mind kind of stops.

"Wait. What do you mean, Roscoe?" He asks, looking at Lewis. "Roscoe, your dog Roscoe?"

Lewis blinks, and Seb is quite sure he can see a tinge of darker colour on Lewis' cheeks. He pulls at his braid and chuckles, but Sebastian knows him, has been watching him for, fuck, fifteen years. Maybe more. Lewis is embarrased, and trying not to show it.

"Yeah, I made an account for, uh, Roscoe and Coco, before, well, you know," he says, and his face falls a bit. Seb curses himself for asking. "And I, well. I post like it's Roscoe speaking there."

Sebastian blinks. Then he blinks again.

"You - post like it's your dog speaking," he says more than asks, and Lewis is definitely embarrassed, and definitely trying to hide it. He nods. Charles pipes up.

"Oh, yes, and it's the cutest. Pierre likes every picture, he sends them to me often," he says with a smile that turns a bit wicked. "Not that much since Roscoe commented on that post of his, though," he says and chuckles. Lewis snorts.

"Liked by Pierre Gasly," he says, and they both laugh out loud. Sebastian doesn't get it, but he's ignoring that, because he still doesn't know how to react.

"You pretend to be your dog," he says again. Lewis rubs his temple. His gaze shifts away from Seb.

"Yeah, man, I just - I know it's silly, or whatever, but he's my dog and I love him and I just get him, he's like my best friend," he says, and there is something in his voice that takes Seb directly to 2016, something Seb never wanted to hear again, and he curses himself and his lack of tact, "and it's fun and light-hearted and yeah," Lewis finishes, and his shoulders slump.

Before he can think about it, Seb steps closer to him, his fingers reaching for Lewis' hoodie sleeve, because he doesn't dare reach for what he really wants to.

"I'm sorry," he says in a low voice. Lewis isn't looking at him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging, I promise, I know how much you love him," he says, and Lewis turns back, meets Seb's eye. "I was just - I don't get it, the whole, fuck, Instagram etiquette?"

Lewis stares at him, gauging his sincerity. Seb holds on to Lewis' sleeve and lets his hand uncurl until he is just touching Lewis' palm. They're hidden by the railing, so it should be fine. And even if it isn't, well. Some things are more important than whatever the public will say.

"Yeah?" Lewis asks, and Seb swallows heavily. "Yeah," he nods. "I may have to follow Roscoe, actually," he continues, scrunching his face. "He's definitely more interesting that the F1 account."

Lewis giggles, and it makes Sebastian's heart beat just a bit faster, that sound. It always did.

"You pronounced that wrong."

Both Seb and Lewis turn to Charles, who is grinning. "Etiquette," he says. "It's a French word, and Natalie is coming over, so you should probably move." He looks down pointedly. Lewis coughs, and they both move away simultaneously. Seb misses the warmth of Lewis' skin immediately, but he makes himself focus.

"Hey, Charles," he says, smirking. "I just remembered another French phrase. I learned it when we were sharing that drivers room the last time we were in Mexico."

Charles looks confused. Seb chances a glance at Lewis, who is now trying to supress a smile. It makes Seb feel warm, how well Lewis knows him.

"Oh? What?" Charles asks, taking a sip of his water.

"Fuck me until I forget my name, Pierre," Sebastian says in French with a shit-eating grin.

Charles chokes on his water, spilling it all over himself. Lewis starts giggling into his palm adorably. Sebastian ignores them both and waves at Natalie, who has just reached them.

"Hello, boys," she says with a confused smile. "What's so funny? Something to share with the audience?"

"I don't think so," Sebastian says. "Maybe in a memoir someday," he grins, and Lewis laughs, and Charles curses, and Sebastian lets the joy wash over him as Natalie nods and starts asking the same old questions.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Me & You Together- Chapter 3

A/N: Proofread but I'm sleepy. excuse any typos.

Warnings: language, small mentions of drinking.

"Wouldn't it be easier just to tell her?" Adam's sympathic voice whispered in Matty's direction as he set his drink down, resting his elbow on the table.

"Yeah, I mean, it's gettin' a bit hard to watch, mate." George chimed in.

"hmm?" Matty, whose eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him, hadn't heard a word. He took a sip from his drink to wet his lips. "What are you two on about?"

George leaned in closer, to make sure their discussion remained private at this public venue. "You and Penelope, man. How long have you been in love with her?"

"We think you should just tell her." Ross added, Adam nodding next to him.

Matty scuffed in disapproval, "pfft, that's preposterous! I'm not 'in love with her.'" He finally tore his eyes away from her and took a large gulp from his glass, staring at his own reflection in the drink to avoid meeting his friends' pitying stares.

"What'd I miss?" Jamie pulled a seat and sat in the middle of the table, with two of the boys on either side. "Has Matty finally stopped trying to kill that guy Penelope's talking to with his eyes?"

"I-I'm NOT in love with her!" Matty attempted to laugh off their remarks, but he sounded more nervous than humorous.

"Oh, yeah?" George interjected, "then why have you been following her with your eyes since we got here? You haven't even made any complaints about how much you hate award shows, or made fun of the record label guys in their suits and ties yet."

"You asked her to be your date tonight." Adam reminded him.

"Yeah, thought it'd be fun to hang out. All of us, I mean." Matty was now on the defensive, "Besides, I'm not watching her. The guy she's talking to is a twat, is all. Hate that guy!"

"Isn't he a major talent rep?" Ross asked Jamie, who nodded, confirming Ross's guess. "Could be good for her career, if he signs her."

"Well...He's still a twat. In his - his fuckin' skinny tie." Matty spoke through gritted teeth, looking back at Penelope and the twat. He stood up, finishing his drink. " Insane- you lot. 'M not in love with her. And I'm gettin' a refill. Be right back."

Matty found a server with a tray to leave his empty glass with and headed straight for Penelope. "There's my date!" He called out as he approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She turned to face him, somewhat startled by his sudden appearance. "Oh, sorry, did I miss your category being called?"

"What? Oh, no. Show hasn't even started yet." He squeezed her closer, so they were now hip to hip. "I'm Matty, by the way." He extended a hand to the man in front of him.

"Jason....you're The 1975, right?"

Of course his name is Jason, Matty thought, but luckily bit his tongue. "Pleasure to meet you." He turned back to Penelope, "well, you must be thirsty after all this- mingling. Shall we get you a drink? excuse us, Jason."

"What's the matter with you?" Penelope asked, giggling slightly, as soon as they were no longer within Jason's earshot.

"What? Oh, that...nothin.' Just savin' you from the boring conversation. You looked miserable."

Penelope said nothing, only giving him a knowing look.

"What?" Matty shrugged. "Let's get you that drink."

The boys gave him teasing looks as he passed by their table on the way to the bar. Matty simply flipped them off with his finger.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing. Just messin' about with my boys."

***

"Yo, you coming, Matty?" George called out to Matty as the guys piled into their designated car, trophy in hand, after the show.

Matty turned to look at Penelope, then back at the car. "uhhh...Where are we going again?"

"Afterparty." George stated matter-of-factly.

"No, I mean, who's hosting?"

George made a "your guess is as good as mine" face.

"George heard about there being some cool gear, and said 'I'll be there.' Not sure if we even have the right address." Ross laughed.

Matty turned to Penelope, "what do you say we ditch this thing? Go somewhere else? I mean, unless you really wanna go to this afterparty. We could just jump in the car, if-"

"w-where would we even go?"

"I know a place." then turning back to George "You guys go. We'll catch up."

***

"Thanks, mate." Matty dropped the change into the vendor's tip cup and handed Penelope one of the hot dogs he'd purchased.

"This is the 'place' you know?" She laughed, biting into her hot dog.

"Just wait until you see our next stop." He gave her a mischievous wink.

"Are we gonna wrestle a bunch of subway rats for a slice of pizza?"

Matty laughed heartily. "Well, when in New York..."

***

"You're insane!" Penelope exclaimed when Matty picked a pair of counterfeit Gucci sneakers from the display that the definitely-unauthorized seller was advertising on the sidewalk.

"Well, do they fit you?"

"Y-yeah." It suddenly clicked, in her mind, that halfway through the award show, she'd complained that she was getting hungry and that her heels were killing her feet. "But, I didn't bring my wallet, and-"

"I got it." Matty took out some cash from his pocket. "Thanks, sir. C'mon. Put them on!" He offered her his shoulder to steady herself as she slipped into her new shoes, and carried her heels.

"Thank you- Matty, really."

"Well, don't ever say I don't spoil you. Bought you Cucci no less."

Penelope laughed harder than the joke called for. His head whipped around, instantly charmed by her sing-song laugh. He wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful sight his eyes had ever seen.

"Well, you better not be expecting any sex after this shopping spree." She patted his shoulder. "I'm exhaustedddd." She groaned.

"I'm a gentleman. No strings attached."

***

They snuck into a small local playground and found a park bench to sit on. Looking up at the night sky, at this late hour, New York was uncharacteristically quiet, some of the stars even slightly visible in the dark. Matty softly hummed the tune of a song he'd had stuck in his head, though he couldn't, for the life of him, remember what it was from.

His light, melodic voice seemed to lull her to sleep. She rested her head on his shoulder and sunk in her seat.

"Oi! Have you fallen asleep?" Matty nudged her lightly after a few minutes.

She giggled, sitting up straight and looking up at him, blinking rapidly. "Mmmm...maybe?"

"You're wiped. C'mon, let's get you home."

He stood up, holding her discarded heels in one hand, and offering her the other.

They spent train ride back to her apartment gossiping about celebrities they'd run into at the award ceremony, and swapping stories about people they interacted with. In the hallway of her building, their slaphappy, tired giggles were loud.

"shusssshhh, you're gonna wake the neighbors!" Matty hushed her uncontrollable laughing.

"right, right....ummm." She cleared her throat, a sudden serious look on her face.

Matty's brain rushed with fragmented thoughts. He didn't want this night to end. He wanted an excuse to remain with her, but they'd already decided no shagging would take place tonight, so the usual reason wasn't an option. Could he do anything? same something to start a debate or discussion? invite himself to crash on her couch?

"Matty?" Her voice brought him back to his body.

"Hmmm?"

"My heels?"

"Ah! yes, right."

He handed her the shoes back and he swore her hand had lingered on purpose.

"Thanks...for...umm, everything. Oh! And congrats! On tonight." She smiled through droopy eyes.

"Oh, yeah. Right." He fiddled with the cuff of his shirt nervously.

Matty counted to three in his head, and when her eyes didn't look away from his, he leaned in and kissed her.

For a one brief, heavenly moment, she gave in. Letting him press her against the apartment door and allowing his tongue to slip past her lips. But when their breathing got heavier, her sense of reason kicked in, and her guards were up. She placed a hand on his chest, pushing him gentle.

"M-Matty, no. We-"

"N-no, I know. No sex. Just a kiss goodnight?"

"That's- not what I meant. No kissing, Matty. We can't go through that again."

"B-but, that- that was years ago! It's different now-"

"Matty! Goodnight."

He heard her keys turn in the lock, the door clicked open, and she was gone. Leaving him alone in the hallway. He lean against the now closed door, sliding to the floor. fuckkkk. He sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair.

[sewertour]

My Julian Sands Story

My first job in LA was as a Production Assistant on the low-budget horror film, Warlock: The Armageddon starring Julian Sands. Assigned to a second unit that didn’t want to spend money for body doubles, various parts of my body got valuable screen time. That's my hand over-enthusiastically pointing to druidic spells in an ancient tome and my skinny torso soaked in red karo syrup being whipped by rubber vines. And when a pulsing amniotic sac shoots from the nether regions of a bloody stuntwoman and blooms into a fully-formed naked Julian Sands, that's my nose bursting through the silicon gel-drenched latex womb. After "acting" in shots like these, I had to wipe myself off with paper towels and get the crew complicated coffee orders.

While I may have been Julian Sands's part-time body double, I’d never spoken directly to him. Then one day, after being hoisted around in a special effect flying harness until my inner thighs wanted to explode, I got my chance. The Assistant Director tasked me with getting Julian from his trailer. Why? No one else would do it because he was being an “asshole.” He pissed the crew off so much, the Wardrobe Assistant was showing off Polaroids of his dirty underpants.

Julian had a big black trailer with a satellite dish fit for a Warlock. I went up the steps a bit nervously and knocked at the door. Nothing. I knocked one more time, and heard him scream, “I SAID, COME IN!!!”

It's dark in the trailer. Julian’s lying down on the couch all the way in the back dressed in his black velvet suit and looks over the rim of a hardcover book. He silently stares at me.

“Uh. Hey, Julian. They, uh - need you for the flying stuff...”

He continues to look at me. Unmoving.

“Uh…”

I realize I’m at a loss for words - and I’m never at a loss for words. His expression remains blank. I don’t even know if he heard or understood what I was saying.

I did the only thing I could think of and started doing a little jig and shouted, “JULIAN SANDS! YOU'RE THE NEXT ACTOR ON STAGE 14! SO, COME ON DOWN!”

As I dance around and hum the theme to The Price Is Right, I hear him start to laugh, slowly at first. Not a human laugh, but a scary full-throated supervillain laugh that echoes from his trailer as I flew back to the sound stage - heart racing.

In an interview with Sands on Vestron Video's Warlock Collection Blu-ray (Recommended - The first film is a banger!) he kind of apologizes for being a dick on the set. Apparently, he was utilizing the “Method” to become the Son of Satan both inside and out, which extended to the crew, making a lot of people miserable. Honestly, the film needed more of the kind of sinister energy he brought to the screen, but hearing him say, decades later, that his working method should not come at the expense of those busting their asses for you was heartening. Now I feel lucky enough to fly in Julian Sands' harness for a short time and make him laugh, at least ONCE.