#kids teased him for it which would have fit in perfectly with the rest of their 'people didn't appreciate him' thread

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Gender Reveal Edition

23-24 Season Masterlist

surprise! i lied!

soooo turns out, i’m impatient! this is NOT a post in real time, meaning all penalty box posts as of now will be as if she's still having twins and doesn't know the gender!

JANURARY 12, 2024

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yourusername i'm elated to announce that during my eighteen weeks sonogram, a third future little chaos creator was discovered🤍

the best mom in the world came with us to find out the genders for our gender reveal party (planned by yours truly with mom and taryn <3), and trevor and i cried tears of absolute joy when we found out that we'll be having all girls!

trevor and i put a lot of thought into the names for our girls. since trevor's got some greek in him, we thought it would be cute to pick out names with greek origins!

"pheobe" means bright, radiant, and she was a titaness as the goddess of intellect

"katerina" is a derivative of the greek word katharós, which means pure (plus, she's a character in the vampire diaries, and the originals' saying is that family is "always and forever")

and "evangeline," even though it's also from english origin, still has greek roots. it's a combination of the words evangelos, which means good news, and elen, which means shining. the news that we'll be having a third girl is so good, so we feel that it fits perfectly<3

thank you to everyone that flew in for the day! it means the absolute world to trevor and i and i'm so beyond lucky to have each and every one of you🩷

quinn, jack, and luke, you three are going to be the most amazing uncles. our girls will never know a world without love; not like i did. you three gave me love. you showed me what it was like to have a family, to have friends. i know we fight and argue and tease each other relentlessly, jack and i a little more than the rest of us do with each other, but we're still each other's best friends. we'd do anything for each other and have proven that time and time again. if my girls are even a fraction as close as we are, they'll be the luckiest girls in the world.

griffin and ava, i know we aren't as close as i'd love to be, but seeing you two today for the first time since we told you both the news made my heart so warm. you're both going to be such great influences for the girls and i hope that their eyes light up when i tell them that uncle griffin and aunt ava are coming to see them!

cole, alex, and jamie, trevor and i put a lot of thought into choosing you three as godfathers and i know we made the best decision possible with you guys. you've all become some of the most important people in our lives, both individually and as a couple. i hope that the girls grow up to have their own cole's and alex's and jamie's, because i know i'm a better person with all of you by my side. i love you three!

i could go on and on and make individual messages for everyone, and i won't, but my own twin needs a little extra love. jack, we might not be twins by blood, but we are by our souls. we were meant to meet each other and to live on the same street as kids. we were meant to grow up together and figure out who we are as people with each other by our sides. no one knows me like you do. not trevor, not quinn, no one. i hope the girls have that. i hope the girls can read each other's minds with just one look, i hope they have secrets that will die with them, i hope they fight for each other even more than they fight with each other (and know that they do it out of love). most of all, i hope that they earn the nickname "triplets of terror," even though no one does that better than us. i love you insanely🫶

i love you all! thank you for coming, thank you for showing me love, thank you for being there for me, and thank you in advance for adoring our triplets! trevor, i cannot wait to take on this next chapter of our lives with you. i love you, always🤍

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trevorzegras you're my whole world, my sweet girl, but our world is about to get a lot bigger so you're going to have go make room! i love you, forever❤️

yourusername i love you so much it makes me sick, my gorgeous, magic, mesmerizing sweet boy<3

trevorzegras that might also be the "morning" sickness

yourusername pissy it's still going on😭

trevorzegras it'll all be worth it when our little lights of chaos escape out of you

jackhughes @/trevorzegras you're my little light of chaos

yourusername @/jackhughes i’m having his babies can you please not flirt with my man?

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername you're MY little light of chaos

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale oh?🤭

trevorzegras @/jackhughes this is your fault

jackhughes @/trevorzegras it usually is

user49 SCREAMING AND CRYING IN THE CLUB OMFG😭

jackhughes sissy, you've outdone yourself with this caption and i'm totally not emotional right now. i really do hope these girls show all the good parts of us twins of terror❤️ i love you crazily!

yourusername i *am* emotional right now and i’m not scared to admit it because you're my soulmate and i want my girls to not be afraid to express their love <3

jackhughes was i guilt tripped and complimented in one long sentence?

yourusername and ridiculed a lil bit!

jackhughes please don't teach the triplets how to bully me

yourusername no, that's my job, jacky boy! they can bully quinn

jackhughes i’ll teach them to bully luke and you can teach them to bully quinn?

yourusername you've got yourself a deal, soulmate

_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 the twins of terror are plotting again

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes that never goes well for any of us

colecaufield @/yourusername can't you only teach them how to be nice? and giving? and all the best parts of you?

yourusername @/colecaufield awww, you sap! no <3

trevorzegras @/colecaufield she's mostly kidding

colecaufield @/trevorzegras the girls will be your spawns wether you teach them how to crazy or not

lhughes_06 @/colecaufield not if we kidnap them

_alexturcotte @/lhughes_06 i'm in

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername don't do this to us

yourusername everyone needs to CALM DOWN !!!! you all know the zegras-hughes triplets will be the kindest girls! if one is silly goosy, and another is shy, and the third is a brave wild child out to get us, they all will still have hearts of gold

trevorzegras @/yourusername yes they will, my love❤️

user6 i'm crying so hard right now oh my god😭

user77 NOW NO ONE IS LEFT OUT FOR BEING A GODFATHER😭

griffinzegras i love you, too, y/n! i can't wait to meet my future nieces

yourusername i hope you're their favorite uncle <3

griffinzegras that's the biggest compliment i’ve ever received

trevorzegras @/yourusername you really said "fuck my brothers"

yourusername @/trevorzegras they're my favorites so griffin needs more love to balance it

griffinzegras @/trevorzegras was i attacked and also complimented?

trevorzegras @/griffinzegras she's really good at that

_quinnhughes @/griffinzegras she somehow attacked and complimented all four of us at once

jackhughes @_quinnhughes which is really impressive i’m not gonna lie

lhughes_06 i don't enjoy this

yourusername @/griffinzegras @/jackhughes @_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 MWAH!

user86 oh this was so sweet i'm gonna throw up

anaheimducks congratulations on your three new ducks family members!

yourusername thank you, bestie admin!🧡

_quinnhughes you're going to be the most amazing mom, sissy, and i am so proud of you! i can't wait to love and spoil these girls! they're going to look so cute in canucks jerseys! i love you way past beyond❤️

yourusername i love you way past infinity❤️ i better get started on their uncle quinn jerseys!

_eliaspettersson @/yourusername and uncle petey jerseys!

bboeser @/yourusername and uncle brock jerseys!

colemcward @/yourusername i don't know what i'll be but they need my jersey, too

yourusername @_eliaspettersson @/bboeser yes, yes, they'll get your jerseys, too!

yourusername @/colemcward uncle cole jerseys!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's too many. i'm the most important.

yourusername @_quinnhughes be grateful that they'll have your jersey at all

_quinnhughes @/yourusername please let them love me

yourusername @_quinnhughes i’ll think about it

user16 i’m obsessed with these names🥹

user48 half the league is having babies and sissy said "hold my beer"

colecaufield i'm so honored to not only be your best friend number two, but now godfather to one of your future little crazies! you just keep making my life better, sissy❤️ i love you!

yourusername i love you, coley woley❤️ you deserve the world so i'm happy to share part of mine

colecaufield you're gonna make me sob in the club

yourusername do it, no balls

colecaufield i’m no longer emotional

yourusername then you no longer have balls

trevorzegras @/yourusername what did you do with them?

yourusername @/trevorzegras i gave them to aphrodite as an offering

colecaufield @/yourusername you're having triplets! i don't think the goddess of fertility needs more offerings from you

_quinnhughes i have no words

_alexturcotte @/yourusername give him his balls back

yourusername @_alexturcotte fine! bossy...

colecaufield @_alexturcotte thank you, king🙏

slknight35 congratulations, you two! i'm so happy i got to come and experience all the love today! i love you so much, sissy❤️ you're going to be the best mom in the world

yourusername i love you endlessly, spency! you being here means everything to me, thank you so much <3

trevorzegras thank you, knighty! it was great seeing you

slknight35 @/trevorzegras you're so obsessed with me

trevorzegras @/slknight35 damn right ;)

yourusername @/trevorzegras somebody gets around

trevorzegras @/yourusername i’ve got a lot of love to share

user43 the zegras-hughes triplets are going to have so many uncles omg😭

lhughes_06 you're the best big sister i could ever ask for, sissy! if you're anything with these girls like you were with me when we were kids, then they're gonna be the most loved daughters this world has ever seen. i love you, sissy❤️

yourusername i'm so lucky to be your big sister, lukey moosey! i love you so much❤️ i no longer want to sell you on the black market because this was so sweet, you sap!

lhughes_06 thank you?

yourusername you're welcome!

_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 i'll still sell you

jackhughes @_quinnhughes i already have some offers

lhughes_06 sissy! save me!

yourusername @/lhughes_06 you're on your own, kid

colecaufield you always have been

lhughes_06 damn

jamie.drysdale you two have been there for me in more ways than one and now i get to be a godfather for one of your daughters! that means more to me than anything else, i love you both!

trevorzegras you deserve it, jimbo! i love you, too

yourusername you've been by my side since day one, jamie baby, and i am so happy that you exist! i love you more than life❤️ you deserve this!

jamie.drysdale saps

yourusername always!

trevorzegras it's the theme of the day, apparently

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras jack and sissy are planning to teach your daughters how to bully us

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes you can't win them all

user96 AHHHHHHHHHH

avazegras i love you, too, y/n! i can't wait to spoil these girls! being the only legal aunt is going to be my biggest accomplishment🩷

yourusername can't wait for girls days! i'm so happy they're going to have you as a role model<3

trevorzegras they'll be obsessed with you, aves!

avazegras @/trevorzegras i know

yourusername we love a confident woman!

user63 i'm crying my eyes out oh my god

dylanduke25 CONGRATULATIONS, SISSY! these babies are going to be the most loved babies in the entire world!! i love you!

yourusername i love you more, duker! these girls will be surrounded by love and i'm so happy that you'll be apart of their lives

edwards.73 mom's so close to being a mom!! i love you, mom!!

yourusername @/edwards.73 i love you, too, son!

trevorzegras @/edwards.73 you're only a few months away from being further down the favorite child latter

edwards.73 @/trevorzegras why would you say this to me?

lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras RUDE

colemcward i hate it here

_alexturcotte i love you, too, girly hughes! i still can't believe you two are going to be parents! it feels like yesterday we were all plotting to get you two to realize your feelings for each other. i can't wait to become a godfather❤️

yourusername you've always been our biggest fan, lexi❤️ you're going to be the most perfect godfather!

trevorzegras oh you and your plots

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras well they worked, didn't they?

jackhughes we made some good plots

slknight35 they were hard to do

colecaufield it took way too long to get these two together

_alexturcotte it was agonizing

yourusername @/jackhughes @/slknight35 @_alexturcotte @/colecaufield just don't take credit for us having babies. that was all us.

jackhughes @/yourusername that's disgusting

colecaufield @/yourusername that's what you think

yourusername @/colecaufield perv

user89 EVANGELINE LIKE THE PRINCESS AND THE FRONG SONG OMG😭

matthew_tkachuk my little mouse is so close to becoming a mama mouse! i'm so proud of you, sissy, you're going to be the most magnificent mom❤️ i love you!

yourusername the tears have returned! i love you so much, my rat❤️ these girls are gonna love their uncle matty! (matthew? chucky?)

matthew_tkachuk whatever they say first😂

taryntkachuk @/yourusername one of each

_quinnhughes uncle rat! uncle rat! uncle rat!

yourusername @_quinnhughes no! that's for me!

yourusername @/taryntkachuk genius

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername don't confuse them! let's go with uncle matty

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk mmmmm okay i think i can make that happen

user91 THIS IS THE BEST NEWS AHHHH

leocarlssoon congratulations, mom and dad! i can't wait to meet them! i love you!

yourusername i love you, too, my favorite son❤️ don't worry, they'll be getting your jersey, too!

trevorzegras thank you, son! i love you, too

masonmctavish23 @/yourusername your baby closet is going to be 90% jerseys

yourusername @/masonmctavish23 yeah, i'm thinking about not getting them yours to have more room

masonmctavish23 @/yourusername i did not hold back your hair while you threw up multiple times to be treated like this

leocarlssoon @/masonmctavish23 from morning sickness?

masonmctavish23 @/leocarlssoon that, her being too drunk, her just being sick. i don't know why it's always me but it is

jamie.drysdale @/masonmctavish23 she's allergic to you

masonmctavish23 @/jamie.drysdale she bites me so that can't be it

yourusername @/masonmctavish23 alright, alright, successful guilt trip! uncle mason jerseys for them!

trevorzegras is just need to address my love one last time on this post! y/n, i can't wait to marry you, and having our girls there is going to make our wedding even more magical. we've got this. we're going to give our girls the best life. you're my stanley cup, but you making me a dad makes me feel like i'm king of the world❤️ i love you, forever, my sweet girl!

yourusername i love you, always, trevor❤️ we've got this!

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thank you to everyone that's been here since the beginning, and thank you to everyone that has joined in on this little universe later on for being apart of my little universe <3 i wouldn't be here without any of you loving sissy and supporting me! this, is for y'all🤍 tell me what you think! rb's appreciated <3

[jupitercomet]

Till Forever Falls Apart

summary - You and Rooster will love each other forever. Even if forever falls apart. Inspired by Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

warnings - mentions of drinking, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, mentions of stitches, language, I tried to follow Rooster’s timeline but it is a wee bit confusing sorry, fluff that ends in angst

word count - 3.0k

I wrote this a while ago I think, but I felt like it fit Rooster so enjoy

i’ll always feel the way i felt

Bradley Bradshaw was going to break your heart into a million pieces.

And you knew that almost the second that you had met him. Bradley Bradshaw was the kind of man who you knew would never stick around, the kind of man where the word “future” seemed impossible. But he was also the kind of man that loved so powerfully that even though you knew he would break your heart into a million pieces, to experience even a minute of that love would be entirely worth it. You would never love another person the way you loved Bradley.

And you knew that no one would love you the way he had.

If the tide takes California

I’m so glad I got to hold ya

You could see how a place like South Lake Tahoe looked unappealing to any young pilot in their glory years. It was entirely unimpressive, you couldn’t name many people who thought it was. It was the kind of place people expected you to settle down in, not take off. In a way, you felt like an extension of that.

Sometimes you felt that there wasn’t anything particular about you. Of course, your friends would scold you for the thought, which is why you never said it aloud. You felt like South Lake: there was nothing wrong with you, but you didn’t expect many people to wait around for you. You felt just about average and you were perfectly fine with that.

And it almost gave you hope that Bradley reveled in your averageness. It had basically been what had drawn him to you in the first place. You were comfortable with your life, a comfort that transferred into your relationships and seeped into the people around you. You were a calm that no one could describe. You were happy with where you were, you didn’t need more. You made them feel like they were enough.

“You need to start being more careful,” Phoenix chastised him, pulling into the Urgent Care parking lot. Bradley gave his friend a teasing thumbs up with his free hand, the other holding a cloth to his split brow. Phoenix rolled her eyes.

In retrospect, he should have been. But he was still high off the adrenaline of getting into TOPGUN and the copious amounts of alcohol that had been supplied because of that, so the pain of crashing into a table had yet to hit him. The passenger door opened and Phoenix rested a hand on his back to help him out, the white rag obscuring some of his vision making it a bit difficult for the pilot to get out on his own.

“If you got blood in my car, I’m gonna kill you.” Phoenix locked the doors behind them, leading her friend to the brightly lit entrance of the clinic.

Bradley knew he didn’t. He didn’t even think the cut was that big, but someone had insisted that he needed stitches and then Phoenix was forcing him out the door before he could protest. The clinic was practically empty, the only other people in the waiting room a worried looking mother and her son who seemed to be falling asleep on her shoulder. Bradley could have sworn he had those same truck pajama pants when he was a kid.

Phoenix practically dropped him in one of the lightly cushioned seats, leaving her friend to sober himself up as she checked them in. Judge Judy was playing muted on one of the televisions, the blocky captions running quickly at the bottom of the screen. Bradley widened his eyes, blinking a few times as he followed along, hoping to get rid of the lingering effect the alcohol still had on his body.

“You owe me, Rooster.” Phoenix plopped into the seat next to him, rubbing a tired hand over her face.

It was now well after three in the morning, around the time the other students would be wrapping up at the bar, the exhaustion of their long morning catching up to them. It was catching up to the two now and Bradley did feel bad that he was the reason his friend wasn’t in bed right now.

“Bradley Bradshaw?” 

He jerked up at the sound of his name, nearly jabbing himself in the eye with the rag. 

And, though you would never understand it, it was the avergeness of a tired nurse in her scrubs at 3 a.m. that caught the breath of Bradley so far down his throat he thought he was going to choke on it. He got up from his seat, only wobbling once, and made his way over to you. You met him with a soft smile, leading him out of the waiting room and into the more secluded bundle of offices.

“Normally I’d take your vitals,” you told him, leading him into one of the rooms. “But why don’t we patch you up first?”

A light chuckle slipped past his lips as he sat down on the clinic bed. Your back was turned to him, typing away on your iPad and he didn’t know if he should remove the cloth from his forehead or not. After a moment, he awkwardly pulled it away, getting the first chance to see the large red spot in the crumpled fabric. So maybe he did need stitches.

You moved towards him, finishing sliding on your glove, and it was then that Bradley was able to read your name tag. He wasn’t going to call you by it though, that would be weird. And you were making him much too nervous to be weird.

“This might sting a little,” you held up the little disinfectant pad. “Sometimes the kids need to hold my hand for it, so just let me know.”

It was a joke, a slight way to lighten the atmosphere of the early morning, but part of Bradley really wanted to hear you talk more and the other was now wearing off of the effects of his adrenaline and finally registering the slight throb of his brow.

“Could you?” 

You faltered slightly, brows rising in surprise, before you turned to him, letting out a soft snort. Peeling off one of your gloves, you slid your soft hand into Bradley’s. He stopped his thumb from gliding over the skin, preemptively squeezing as the cotton swab you were holding got closer to his face.

“Ready?”

He nodded, sucking in a breath. You were as gentle as you could be, cleaning the cut with a soft pressure that only made Bradley wince twice. It was over soon enough and with it the feeling of your palm against his. Throughout the process, you’d been asking him questions, to distract him he knew, but he liked the idea of you being interested in his life. 

After setting down a needle and surgical thread on the tray next to him, you slid another glove on. Feeling bolder, and definitely more tired, a smile slid onto Bradley’s face as you concentrated on threading the needle.

“Will you hold my hand for this too?”

“I’m afraid I’ll need both my hands for stitching you up,” you held up the needle. “But I’m sure the friend you have sitting in the waiting room would be more than happy to.”

He couldn’t hold back his laugh this time.

You finished stitching his cut quickly, both a relief and a disappointment to Bradley, and after checking his blood pressure, sent him on his way. Not before placing a joking sticker on his shirt though and Bradley realized he liked you quite a bit more than he thought he would.

When he reentered the waiting room, Phoenix seemed to be just waking up from a power nap. Knuckling at her eyes with a grumble, she glared at Bradley who now seemed to be in a much more chipper mood than she was.

“I think I’m in love,” Bradley sighed as they headed back to the car, more so to bother his tired friend, though he felt the words held some truth.

Phoenix smacked him on the back of the head. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll kick your ass in front of that pretty nurse.”

And if the sky falls from heaven above

Oh I know I had the best time falling into love

Falling in love with Bradley was easy. And normally that would scare you, but Bradley was so worthy of it that it only made sense. You didn’t tell him you loved him right away. It took you a while to realize you were in love and by that time, you knew he loved you too. Your love was so painfully obvious to anyone who witnessed it that vocalizing it didn’t seem necessary. 

But there’s something so powerful about those three words. Something about them where there were no other synonyms. You never really thought you’d need to say the words out loud, Bradley knew you loved him and vice versa. So obviously, one would expect that when you did say it, it would be in one of the most important moments.

It was one of the hottest summers you’d ever faced. The California heat didn’t even let up in the darkness of the night and as a result you slept with the windows open and minimal amounts of airy clothing. Bradley had practically given up on clothes all together, only clad in his boxers as he kicked off the heavier blanket, leaving the sheer bed sheet to cover you both.

You shifted, an uncomfortable groan slipping past your lips as the cotton sheet stuck to the sweat of your body. The air was thick with heat, encompassing you in an intense discomfort that was making it difficult for you to be lulled to sleep. Bradley wasn’t asleep either, you could tell his breathing hadn’t evened out yet.

You moved to sit up, one hand pushing all your weight into the mattress, as you now enjoyed the light breeze that was reaching your skin. The bed sheet hung loosely off your frame, crumpling at your hip as you leaned in to study Bradley’s face. The soft lights of the city were reflecting on his cheeks, matching his features as he looked up at you. You threaded your hand through his sweaty hair, a finger coiling around one of the locks.

“Your hair’s so curly like this,” you giggled softly. His smile widened, hands resting behind his head as you kept brushing back his hair. 

Everyone expected that when you first told Bradley you loved him, it would be in the most special of moments. How could anyone expect anything different? You both had that type of love that felt like confessions in the rain, and run-ins at coffee shops, and all the things that romance was made of. No one could have guessed that the moment came on the hottest night of summer, in a sweaty bed, as you jokingly styled his hair into a mohawk. And yet, if the words had slipped past your lips in any other moment, it wouldn’t have felt right.

“I love you.”

The moon was casting light down on his features, making him shine brighter than any star in any solar system. It hit you then, truly it did, how lucky you were. That in all the cities in all the states in all the countries, you’d managed to be lucky enough to be in the exact right one to be loved in a way you never had before.

A yelp slipped past your lips as he pulled you down to his chest, peppering soft, excited kisses all over your face until his growing smile made the actions impossible. “I love you too.”

“You make me really happy,” you tucked yourself under his chin. “Do I make you happy?”

He placed a light kiss to your fingertips. “The happiest.”

We’ve been living on a fault line

And for a while you were all mine

You and Bradley were on borrowed time. You knew that long before he did. You knew that, to him, you were the best parts of South Lake and for a rising lieutenant in the prime of his career, that simply couldn’t be enough. Part of you held out hope, maybe things could last. Maybe you wouldn’t need to be right next to each other to stay together. But the hope slowly dissipated as you watched more and more the way his smile faltered. The idea was fine in theory, but he thought of his mom and he thought of his dad, and you knew he couldn’t picture doing the same to you.

You’d given up completely on holding onto Bradley when he graduated. It was the final nail in the coffin. Bradley was never meant to stay in California, but you fell in love with him anyway.

Never for a moment would you take it back though.

It finally seemed to hit him too that what you had was a supernova. A short lived explosion of completely unsaturated ecstasy. But it was never meant to last. Part of you thought that once that happened, something would shift in your relationship, that the happiness would dull. Yet you knew nothing in the world could make you love Bradley any less and even as his deployment grew closer and closer, you couldn’t feel anything but happy for him.

“I don’t want you to think that—” His voice cracked, a soft hand cupping your cheek. “That you weren’t enough for me to stay.”

You’d always liked the way airports made you feel. They were like a time capsule. A frozen moment of goodbyes and hellos. You knew that you were about to say your hardest goodbye, without a single promise of another hello. And you would do it all over again a thousand times more.

Your hand wrapped softly around his wrist, giving him a sad smile. “I know, Roo.”

“Because— Because you were. You are. I just—”

You lifted yourself onto your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his as if you couldn’t let yourself get lost in the feeling of kissing him. You had to remember it, the way his lashes danced on his cheeks, the way his nose nudged yours, you needed to memorize everything. You didn’t know if you’d ever feel it again.

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy,” you whispered softly against his lips, falling back down onto your feet slowly. “You know that.”

“You make me happy, Y/N. I need you to understand that before I—” His voice was rising in desperation, eyes darting in panic between your own.

“And you make me happy,” your hand cradled his cheek. “The happiest.”

He turned his head, placing a soft kiss on your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s not a thing in the world you need to be sorry for.”

I’d spend a lifetime giving you my heart

I swear that I’ll be yours forever

The locker room filled with chatter as the instructors entered, conversing with loud laughs and broad smiles. Bradley’s smile matched theirs, jokingly shouldering Jake in good fun as he headed to his locker to collect his belongings. The excited promise of a few of the students paying for drinks was causing the pilots to get ready quickly, exiting in record time so they could go out and celebrate. Bradley always took his time though, it gave him a chance to remember that, this time, there would be no familiar car waiting in the parking lot of the Hard Deck. No woman bouncing impatiently on the balls of her feet before flinging herself into his arms.

He’d tried to reach out to you when he found himself gaining a more permanent position in Lemoore, but you’d left. Penny didn’t know the details, she’d explained that to him with a sad smile, just that you stopped coming around after a while. Sometimes, he wondered if he should have stayed.

He was happy of course, he knew he was. But this time he was a different kind of happy and it was taking some getting used to. His slow movements did not go unnoticed by Maverick.

“You okay?” Pete asked him simply, that was something that Bradley liked about him, the way he never danced around a question.

Bradley nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little tired is all.” 

The man nodded, throwing his bag over his shoulder before heading to the exit. “You did good today.”

Bradley gave him a grateful smile, waiting until the door closed behind him before sitting down on one of the slim benches. Raising his phone to his face, he waited for it to unlock, swiping through it until he found the photos app. And just like after every training he conducted at TOPGUN, he clicked on the only video in his favorites, turning up the volume on the side of the phone.

“Hey,” your giggles flooded his speakers, drawing a small smile to his face. “You have no idea I’m filming this, you're so drunk right now. I’m probably a little drunk too honestly, I— One second!” You looked back to the camera and for a moment Bradley felt like you were looking directly at him.

“Sorry, that was you. You want me to dance with you, you’re a terrible dancer by the way.” You smiled softly. “But that’s okay, I love you anyway. I don’t really know why I’m filming this, I just feel like you’re gonna need it. Here— When you hit your head again and another nurse is stitching you up, watch this mister. And let her know I give the best stitches.”

You looked up, eyes softening and Bradley could tell that, in that moment, you were watching him. “You’re gonna do great things Rooster, I just know it. And I’ll be here until— Well, until forever.” Your attention was diverted away from the phone again and you let out a loud laugh. “Okay, you’re getting needy now and, to be honest I want to dance with you, even if you suck.”

Bradley would never forget how you looked then, eyes lit up, a goofy smile on your lips, and a sheen on your skin that practically made you look like you were glowing. It played in his head every second of every day, as did the words that followed. “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.”

Till forever falls apart

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Cherry Pie

Title: Cherry Pie Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: Y/n's Thursday night takes an unexpected turn when Y/n runs into Dean. Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, hand job, public sex NR WC: 1569

A strip club, which was a generous label for Rowdy's, wasn't Y/n's usual stomping ground, but there wasn't much else open past 8. She had come to the middle of nowhere, somewhere near the Arkansas and Missouri border. Neither state had all that much to offer her, but there had been rumors in hunting circles about a nasty nest of vampires that was several generations strong. There was really nothing better to be doing, so Y/n had packed up her things and headed down to see what all the commotion was about. Either she had gotten the wrong town or the vampires were long gone because there had been absolutely nothing for the nearly three weeks that Y/n had been scouting.

"You have got to be kidding me. Did you run out of clients or something?" Dean Winchester was the last person who Y/n had expected to see. Although, the more she looked around the establishment she had chosen for the night, the more it made sense. Besides, she couldn't think of a time whenever she had expected to run into Dean without actively looking for him. Those boys liked to think that they were stealthy and could run from anything they wanted to, but Y/n had a knack for picking up on their trail with ease. Sometimes she swore that Dean wanted her to find them on the road or in a place like this.

"Not every monster I hunt is for a price. A little practice or pick-me-up never hurt anybody," Y/n said. Dean took the seat next to her by the stage, neither of them mentioning their place of meeting. Dean fit right into the crowd at Rowdy's, but Y/n stuck out like a sore thumb in her perfectly tailored outfit. Dean didn't think that he had ever seen a tailored t-shirt before, but there was no way that Y/n could just buy clothes that fit her body like that from just anywhere. Dean shook the thoughts out of his head as the lights began to dim a little. A crowd started to gather by the stage as the opening chords of a song began to play. Now, the real fun could start.

Dean sat forward a little to pay more attention to the woman walking out from behind the curtain. Y/n had to admit that she was hot. Almost too hot to be stuck dancing in a place like that. Dean swallowed as she sent him a wink. The more time that Y/n spent around Dean, the less he seemed like the womanizing, smooth operator that everybody made him out to be. The man definitely had his lines, but Y/n could tell from his mannerisms and the way he spoke with certain people that he would easily have fit into the role of a dad instead of a hunter. She wondered for a moment if that was the kind of thing that he really wanted in life.

Those thoughts were quickly forced him Y/n's head as the stripper approached her. Dean looked giddy at the show in front of him, watching as the stripper started dancing on Y/n's lap. Y/n wanted to pay attention to the woman on top of her, but it was like Dean's presence demanded her attention. Silently, Y/n cursed Dean from distracting her from what could have easily ended in a great hookup for Y/n. The dancer seemed to be able to tell that Y/n was distracted, so she moved on with a slightly disappointed look. Dean gave her a puzzled glance, but it didn't last very long. All Y/n had to do was move her hand onto Dean's thigh under the table for him to suddenly stop caring.

"Careful, you wouldn't want to stir anything in me," Dean warned. The music was definitely sort of loud, as was Y/n's heartbeat, but she could still hear Dean over it all.

"You don't exactly have the Mark of Cain anymore, so tell me, what do I have to be afraid of? Admittedly, you are quite the big boy, but I can more than handle you," Y/n teased. Dean was blushing, and no amount of darkness could have hidden it. Y/n laid her hand flat against his jeans with the tips of her fingers resting just along the inseam. Dean glanced down at her hand for several seconds before moving his hand over hers. Y/n was scared for a moment that she had gone too far, that their little game of flirting was never supposed to extend that far. All of that came crashing down whenever Dean moved her hand onto his belt buckle.

"The next choice is yours," Dean told her. Y/n studied him for a couple of seconds. Everything else started to fade around them. Nobody would be watching them, and even if they were, the table gave a great cover for whatever Y/n decided to do. "I want this, I want you."

That was all Y/n needed to keep going. Dean's belt buckle was easy enough to undo with one hand for Y/n. He shifted his hips slightly to allow for Y/n to easily undo his jeans. Glancing down, Y/n caught a glimpse of a pattern on Dean's boxers, something that she would have expected from someone much less serious. They were novelty ones, or at least that was what Y/n hoped for. The knowledge that Dean Winchester walked around in animal printed boxer briefs definitely put a dampener on the image of Dean that Y/n had built up inside of her head. That Dean was the kind of guy who would have let her tease him a little before taking her back to the bathrooms or his car to fuck. Y/n hated that she wanted to know how that leather felt pressed her back as Dean thrust every inch of himself in and out of her, fucking her deeply.

Y/n let her hand sneak in underneath the elastic waistband of Dean's underwear. She could feel the stiffening of his cock at the base as she palmed him. Dean's hips shifted a little as he tried rubbing himself against Y/n's hand. His cock felt much thicker in her hand than she had expected. Dean hadn't exactly given off the impression that he was small by any means, Y/n could see that in some of the subtle ways that he carried himself, but she hadn't expected for him to be that much. Y/n bit her lip as she stroked him, imagine the way that he would have felt inside of her.

Dean would have been gentle with her at first, allowing for Y/n get used to him. Even when they were at odds with each other, Dean was still somewhat protective over Y/n. Dean was protective over everybody, if there was someone to protect, he would. Y/n admired that about him. Together, they would have moved into a faster pace, both of their bodies pressing back and forth against each other's until one of them couldn't anymore. Y/n didn't doubt that Dean had the stamina to last a long time, hopefully more than one round. Maybe if Y/n asked the right questions, she would have been able to see exactly how far Dean would have let her go.

"Fuck," Dean swore as Y/n's thumb teased the head of his cock. Y/n kept an eye out on their surroundings, but it was becoming difficult to pay attention to anything other than Dean practically squirming with pleasure beneath her. They hadn't been at this for very long, but Y/n could feel Dean's cock throbbing in her hand. Dean's knuckles gripped the side of the table tightly as Y/n squeezed a little harder. If they weren't in public, Y/n would have loved to hear every dirty little moan that she knew Dean was holding back. Y/n leaned in close to Dean, just in case there was anything coming out of his mouth that could have been heard over the shitty and very cliche strip club music that was blasting through the speakers behind them.

"You'll have to learn to go a little longer if you want to fuck me," Y/n said teasingly. Dean closed his eyes and let his head dip back a little as Y/n stroked him to completion. Y/n could see the stain growing on his underwear as the lights passed over his lap. Dean opened his eyes again and let out a small laugh as he turned his attention to the stage. Y/n tucked Dean back into his jeans and zipped them up for him. "I hate this song."

"What are you talking about? It's a classic," Dean said as he leaned towards her. Y/n almost expected him to kiss her, and foolishly, she had gotten her own hopes up, but at the last moment, he leaned away from her as he started singing along. Each time that he uttered the words 'cherry pie' he looked over at her and winked. It was the only saving grace of Y/n's experience watching that stripper, especially since this dancer was much less interested in her than the first one had been.

[writingsofwesteros]

Something hot for Corlys and the reader. The reader wants a new baby.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Corlys…please…” You whimpered into his ear; desire and want dripping from your tone as his larger hands gently moved over your bare body. His hands soon resting on your arse as those dark eyes of his locked onto your own. He only hummed; amusement dancing in his eyes as his hips rocking came to a stop.

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. “What do you want?” That deep voice of his purred to you; the tone nearly had you shivering as you stared down at him. Your soft, ample breasts swaying in his face. “I want you…” You whispered out; his hands slowly moving up and down your sides as you finally resumed rocking.

Corlys groaned; his hold on you only tightening as he watched your movements. “Then take me.” A smirk tugged on his lips as he spoke. Gently, you reached for his larger hand and guided him towards your stomach. He pushed against you with a smirk as you whined; trying to hide from him. “No..I want ..I want a child.” You babbled out.

“Do you? Another one?” Corlys hummed; his hips snapping teasingly as his own cock began to throb inside you. He might enjoy the thought more than he should. Oh, who was he kidding? He wanted it just as badly - he just would not allow you to know this. “Such a greedy girl I have.” He purred up at you, watching in delight as you blushed.

You whimpered; wetness falling down his length as you slowly rocked your hips. You began to spell out his name as he stuffed you so pleasantly full. Your head easily fell back in pleasure as his name easily fell from your lips. His larger hands moved to your breasts and began to palm them; his thumbs brushing against your pebbled nipples.

The oversensitivity coursing through your body had you whimpering some more. The moans of pleasure you were keeping to yourself echoed into the room when Corlys leaned in. He hotly captured a breast of yours into his hot mouth. “Oh..gods…” You whimpered out; your hands reaching into his hair as you bounced.

He sucked on your nipple; tongue circling in slow motions. Too slow for your liking as you whined for more. Corlys only chuckled as he watched the desperation move over your face. Your eyes are darkening in desire. Gods, he’d never seen you so out of it. He was enjoying himself a little too much as he finally began to move.

“Oh..oh gods!” You cried out as he pushed deeper. His fat head bullying your spongy spot that had your legs shaking. You could feel your stomach tightening already as you whimpered; your nails moving down his chest. You used Corlys to keep yourself steady as you quickened your movements. “So good.” You whined and moved to hide into his neck as the pleasure became a little too much.

“Is it?” Corlys purred; his hold wrapping around you as his own thrusts quickened. The sound of your wetness echoed around the room obscenely. “Too much?” He couldn’t help but tease you but his movements never slowed. Your body delicately bouncing on top of him as your soaked pussy clamped around him.

You were already trying to milk him, which amused Corlys greatly as he began to passionately palm your arse. “Please, breed me..” You whimpered out; breathlessly and tone full of desire as you moaned his name once more. The words seemed to flick a switch within Corlys as he quickly had you on your back. His larger body hovering over you.

Your legs instantly wrapped around his middle; bringing him deeper if only an inch as you gasped out in pleasure. He fit so perfectly, you thought to yourself as soft whimpers escaped you. The noise is like music to his ears. It has his own stomach tightening as Corlys leans in and passionately captures your soft lips.

Your tongues moved to dance messily as he sucked on your own. “Yes..oh gods..there..” Your babbling continued. Corlys hummed; watching you fall apart on his fat cock as he continued his fast and deep thrusts. Your nails moved down his back now; marking him without thought. The slight pain was enough for Corlys to lose it.

His thicker fingers brushed over your so sensitive clit again and again. Your eyes were blown out in pleasure as drool slowly fell from your lips. His smirk only widened as he watched your ruined appearance in front of him. Those dark eyes of his looked down at your flushed body that arched against him.

“Hm, fuck, that’s it…taking me so well.” Corlys purred down at you. His words hardly wash over you as your mind softens. Each deep stroke of his cock had you babbling nonsense as your stomach only grew tighter. Your hands grabbing onto Corlys as you release finally ripped through your body; your orgasm squirting. 

He could only groan; his cock being clamped around as you were already milking him once more. “I’ll give you what you want.” Corlys purred into your ear before passionately capturing your soft lips. Your tongues danced as you drooled; overcome with pleasure as his cum was flooding you. The amount was too much for your pretty pussy and it was already spilling down his length.

“It seems we have to keep going.” Corlys teased; brushing your noses together as your eyes rolled.

[cadybear420]

Masterlist of Gifts, Inspired Works, etc. made by others (NOTE: List is subject to updates)

This means stuff like:

Any works that have been gifted to me– including commissions, requests, or suggestions that I place, as well as works that were part of a Secret Pal Exchange Event.

Collaborations.

Additions to/Edits of any of my own works.

Any works that are inspired by discussions.

Any works that are inspired by any of my edits, stories, headcanons, art, etc.

Any works that feature any of my MCs.

I will not and never will accept any works that include the use of Generative AI, and they will not be included on this list.

OG HSS: Aiden Zhou mini moodboard, made by @lovealexhunt

A simple and sweet moodboard! The Promposal CG is easily one of my favorite Aiden moments in the game, as is the scene where they're on Hearst's rooftop together and Aiden tells MC that they're his muse.

OG HSS: "Moving", written by @tveitertotwrites (for December 2023 Secret Pal event)

A sweet short story about an older Aiden and Evie moving out of their long-time family home, after their kids (OCs still pending) have grown up and moved out. I love imagining Aiden and Evie in their more elder years; in my headcanons, they're certainly a "high school sweethearts" couple that stays together pretty much the rest of their lives and happily grows old together. Seeing the two of them being so affectionate with each other as an older couple is just precious.

And it also fits so well with my headcanon of Evie being a very sentimental and nostalgic person! She values memories a lot and has a tendency for visual/physical associations with memories, so her holding back to look around the empty house and go through the years of memories is spot on.

OG HSS: Angy Aiden, drawn by @hydn-jpg

Angy Aiden is precious, like who hurt you babygirl I will eat their souls for you

OG HSS: Aiden x Evie cuddling with Aiden in Evie's lap, drawn by @hydn-jpg and commissioned by @lilyoffandoms

I'm a total whore for seeing guys sitting on their ladies' laps, and Aiden and Evie were captured perfectly here! Aiden grinning and blushing with his arms wrapped around Evie's neck/shoulders is just super adorable, like you know that man is *proud* to be her boyfriend. And likewise, Evie is proud to be his girlfriend, and holding him him close to her by his waist which is such an Evie thing for her to do haha.

OG HSS: Aiden x Evie sharing a dance ft. Aiden in a dress, drawn by @lilyoffandoms

This is based on an edit I did of Aiden in the premium prom dress option for f!MC. Evie is of course wearing the premium suit option from the game, and seeing them share a dance in those outfits– especially with Evie dipping Aiden– is a dream come true.

The mood is just perfect with the two of them grinning and looking into each other's eyes lovingly! And the background that's mostly dark except for the lighting behind them really captures the feeling of "the world around you seems to fade away as you focus only on your partner" that is so very *them*.

ILITW: Jo x Lucas after a party ft. Jo bridal carrying a drunk Lucas, drawn by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (for February 2024 Secret Pal event)

This one is based on a Q&A headcanon I had about Lucas being the bigger lightweight at parties and how he likes to be bridal carried home by Jo. The artstyle is so perfect for the ILA characters, and I love seeing Lucas drunk with his hair and glasses and sweater all messy! Jo gently teasing him is definitely something she'd do.

Both of their outfits are spot on for them. I especially love the open flannel shirt and the carabiner, they're definitely things Jo would wear. Lucas having a lil earring isn't something I'd thought about before but I am very here for it. And of course, their rings!

OG HSS: Aiden Zhou Portrait, drawn by @lilyoffandoms

That bright smile! My boi is happy, just as he deserves UuU

OG HSS: Evie x Aiden Drabble, written by @inlocusmads

I am in love with the Evie x Aiden banter here. They're captured so perfectly, especially Aiden! I love seeing the description of Evie's "tell" to Aiden and all the little details in his behavior. And you know I'm obsessed with Evie calling Aiden "Pretty Boy"! Evie loves her beautiful nerd bf.

I also love the mention of Aiden getting into video games with Nishan and Sakura. I don't know if I ever shared it, but one of my oldest HSS headcanons is actually that Evie and Aiden like to do gaming double-dates with Nishan and Sakura fairly often (and that Aiden is initially kind of crap at most computer games haha). So this part is very on-point.

OG HSS: Evie Picrew, made by @inlocusmads

To celebrate Evie being MC of the Month for March! The hairstyle and clothes suit her so perfectly! Rainbows and blazer jackets ftw.

OG HSS: Gyaru!Aiden, edited by @pulpitude

An edit of one of my own edits! I am very here for this alternate take on Aiden. The color scheme, the new hair, the nails, all of it. And it all looks so polished!

The flower in the hair is probably my favorite, simply because Aiden is precious and deserves to wear flowers uwu

OG HSS: An actual HSS Book 3 scene where Evie lifts up Aiden, drawn by @callmebeem and commissioned by @jerzwriter (a March 2024 giveaway gift)

A drawn version of a scene from the story, and frankly it delivered! Evie getting to lift Aiden!!! They both look so beautiful!!! The way they look at each other!!!! The way she holds him!!!!! The way he holds onto her!!!! It's so *them*. Everything about them is just perfect.

And the mood lighting with the city in the background makes it all the better. I always had a thing for cityscape views, especially when it's lit up at night– and I like to think that that sort of aesthetic goes well with Evie and Aiden. And it looks amazing in this piece for sure.

OG HSS: Aiden x Evie mini moodboard, made by @lovealexhunt

Another sweet moodboard! Like the first one, it captures Aiden and Evie so well. I don't remember which part of the story the quote came from (even after 7 playthroughs and counting of Aiden's route) but regardless, it will never not make my heart flutter.

OG HSS: Trans Girl Aiden (Giselle) meets Genderfucking Cis Guy Aiden, made by @pulpitude

What started out as a discussion about favorite foods has led to this blessed meeting. And this picrew shows it perfectly. They both just look so adorable! Everything chosen for them is just perfect. I'm especially obsessed with Aiden's skirt and the purple flowers in his hair. I just love black-and-purple color schemes for Aiden. It suits him so well to me and I don't know why.

ILB: Harper Addison giving Tom a Kissie, drawn by @lilyoffandoms (for April 2024 Secret Pal event)

Everything about this is so precious! Harper and Tom look so good in this artstyle, especially Tom's smile. He's an absolute ball of sunshine and it shows. He deserves all the love. And Addison is happy to give him all the love and kissies.

And I love that you included the detail of why Harper would wear the pink-and-grey casual outfit option! While I'd say red and black is her preferred color scheme and favorite colors, she definitely loves to wear pink-and-grey every now and then too. I just love that for them and I love that you included it.

OG HSS: Solrin's 2 Truths and a Lie, written by @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

This was inspired by some of the character conversations I've made on here! This was such an enjoyable read and I loved getting to know Solrin for the first time!

OG HSS: Evie and Solrin working on English homework, drawn and written by @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

Our MCs get to meet! And Evie just looks amazing here! Both of them do of course, but I just especially love how good you drew my MC. The hair texturing is gorgeous! And Sol's abs! They 100% would be buff besties.

And the dialogue bit is great too! Evie with the writer's block is so real. I imagine she also would often tune out of the books she has to read for English, but when Sol's asking for help she's just like "well what am I supposed to do, IDK how to stay invested in a book I don't care for" haha

OpH: "It's Bugging Me", written by @jerzwriter

This was such a cute and funny text fic! I just love their dynamic, and Tobias is such a tease! Such a good blend of sugar and spice, how quickly they can go from sweet talk to banter and then back to sweet talk. Also Casey going "Yey" is just the best thing ever, like same.

[tvreadsandsleep]

» Whimsical!Attoye || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » Liquid Sunshine #2 — Continuation of Rainy days «

Attuma’s kiss started off gentle—his mouth caressing Okoye’s before his tongue begged for entrance, stroking along the seam of her lips. She granted his silent request, opening to the warm lapping of his skillful appendage. Devouring her, his nose pressed into her cheek while he took hold of either side of her face. He angled her to better fit his desire, which for this moment was to kiss her senseless but would soon grow into more.

Okoye came to rest her hands on his forearms and raised onto her toes to move closer to him, though, her slight increase in elevation did little to make up for their difference in height. The giddiness she’d felt as he’d spun her in the air, exploded in her chest, working in tandem with his mouth to deprive her of oxygen. Breaking apart from him when the need became too great, she panted and gazed into his eyes.

The lust that gleamed within their depths caused her skin to flush further against the cool patters of precipitation that fell on her. She was interested in where that look of his could lead, but didn’t want their frolic in the rain to end just yet.

“Put those thoughts on hold,” she teased, tickled by the slight pout that graced his lips. “I want to show you what I used to do as a kid whenever it rained.”

Attuma thought their time could be better spent unclothed while in the privacy of their home, but followed as she led him farther into the downpour. Having no other choice, he took the time to appreciate the sensation of the cold water on his flesh. He lifted his face to the sky much the way she had upon arriving outside, but, unlike her, he opened his mouth, catching as much of the rain as he could. The rebreathers that covered his gills kept him oxygenated, but maintaining the moisture of his mouth was imperative for his comfort.

“Here’s a good one,” Okoye declared, drawing Attuma’s attention back to her.

In front of them, in the soil, was a puddle of epic proportions. Had Okoye still been a small child, it surely would have reached to her knees. Her height what it currently was, the accumulated fluid would more likely rise to her ankles. Either way, it would perfectly serve her aim.

Before Attuma could inquire as to what the pool of water was good for, Okoye left his side. She leaped into the air, landing in the puddle’s center. The resulting splash from her touch down drenched the bottoms of his pants in muddy rainwater. Cackling, she continued to jump in place, but the fluid merely rippled, not splattering as far as it initially had.

Astonished, once again by her actions, Attuma watched dumbfounded while she went on to kick what was left of the liquid, splashing about in the rain.

When she finally stopped, satisfied with the juvenile chaos she had sown, she turned to face him, and giggled at what she found. The sweatpants he adored were mucky and plastered to his skin while his brows twisted in confusion.

“When I was younger, I would beg my parents to take me outside to play in the rain. Most times they would, but, when they didn’t, I would sneak out and go off on my own,” she smiled affectionately at the memories. “I always got caught on the way back in and was punished, not only for going out without permission, but also muddying up my clothes.”

“Yes, much the way you soiled mine,” he grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Yup,” Okoye responded proudly. Stepping out of what remained of the puddle, she approached him and placed her hands on his forearms. Lifting to peck his nose, she said, a smile in her voice, “At least I’m not going to force you to make mud pies with me.” At the scrunch of said nose, she continued, “I promise to make it up to you.”

The heat that infused her eyes placated him (and halted his questions regarding what “mud pies” were) as he took her hand to begin their stroll back home.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Outed - Saul Goodman/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

tags/warnings: shameless smut, trans fetishization, degradation, humiliation, name calling, choking, face slapping, homophobic/transphobic slurs, squirting, drunk sex, age gap

don’t like don’t read lmao

words: 3,317 ao3 link

this is based off a bunch of prompts i sent to @tonighttonight​ and i wanted to write a full length fic about it!!! enjoy ♥♥♥

You’d been in Albuquerque for a few years now. Originally, your plan was to get your degree at UNM and leave, but after settling in you found that you’d come to like it here. You weren’t exactly in a rush to get out, especially after landing a cushy job as a personal assistant…

at the office of Saul Goodman and Associates. 

Truth be told, you had no idea how you’d snagged it. You figured the seedy lawyer with his face plastered on every flat surface in New Mexico would be looking for a pretty young woman to wait on him. The kind of person he’d keep on payroll just to have a set of tits in the office to ogle, and you did not fit that criteria, at least not anymore. You were a 24 year old man, and no one had any reason to doubt that beyond your height and a minor case of babyface. Why’d he pick you? He didn’t seem like he was into men. Did nobody else apply? Whatever, you weren’t complaining. The job was easy enough. 

Yes, he was as sleazy and full of himself as his commercials made him seem, but he had his more endearing moments. When you managed to impress him, he’d pat you on the back and tell you “Good job, kid.” with a smile. And he meant it. He’d look at you like a son, and he was the proud father figure. Fitting, since he was practically old enough to be your father.

It was Friday night, and the whole week he’d been stressing about this one case. Something about a drug charge and whether or not the evidence was the result of an illegal search. He’d managed to swing it in his favor, and the charges were dropped. When he got back from the courthouse, he picked you up and hugged you, saying he couldn’t have done it without you. You doubted the truth of that sentiment, but in the past he’d playfully chastise you about selling yourself short. He even invited you out for drinks that night to celebrate, though he did crack a joke about whether or not you’d be let in the bar. You’d rolled your eyes at his quip, but figured what the hell, why not? Free drinks right?

A couple hours into the night, and you were gone. Tequila always got the better of you, but Saul had been following you shot for shot, and he seemed perfectly lucid. He was definitely buzzed, but nowhere near as much as you. You’d laughed over the other’s embarrassing stories, talked about your families, all the things you wanted to know about each other but never got the time to discuss. He was a fun drinking partner, and you said something about doing this more often, to which he agreed. You leaned over the counter, tilting your stool a little too far, about to order another round when he stopped you. 

“I think you’ve had enough, kid,” He said, pulling you back and resting his hand on the small of your back to stabilize you. “Me personally, I could do another 3, but I don’t want to set a bad example. Come on, it’s late. You can spend the night at my place, if you want,” He patted you as he stood up. 

There was that endearing quality to him. For all his jokes and teasing, you knew he cared about you. He held out his hand to help you off the bar stool. You stumbled a bit, but he was there to catch you.  The two of you walked out to his car, and he opened the door for you. You’d say chivalry was alive and well, but in all honesty you were probably just too drunk to figure out the handle. 

The car ride back to his place was mostly quiet. You gazed out the window at the ABQ’s night sky. The songs on the radio had you absentmindedly swaying from side to side. At one point, one of Saul’s radio ads came on, and the two of you laughed. He pulled up to his mansion and turned the car off.

“You still with me, kid?” He asked. You nodded your head. “Good, let me get the door for you.” He got out of the car and walked around. You were still swaying to a song that stopped playing 5 minutes ago, only stopping when the passenger door caught your attention.

“Thank youuu,” You slurred, trying to crawl out of your seat, but you were still buckled in. You had no idea what was keeping you trapped, so you tried to squirm out of your seat, to no avail, of course.

Saul chuckled at your attempt to get out. You were wasted. “Anytime, kid.” He replied, leaning over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. Again, he held his hand out to help you out of the car. You smiled up at him, still holding on to him as he walked you into the house. 

“You knoooow, I thought of… I thought of something else I wanted to tell you,” You said, swinging your arm that was holding his hand. “It’s a seeecret.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, raising his eyebrow as he unlocked the front door. He thought it was funny how silly you were acting. Usually, you were nothing but composed and professional around him. Now, your face was bright red, and you needed his help with the most simple of tasks. “Tell me,” He opened the door and gestured for you to come inside.

You giggled as you stepped into the house, turning around to look at him with a cheeky smile as he closed the door and locked it. “I’m trans.”

His eyes widened at your confession. He didn’t seem angry or upset, just surprised, perhaps a little intrigued. You figured that’d be the case. You hadn’t met any other trans people since coming to Albuquerque, so it was just easier to be stealth than explain yourself every time.“What? Really?” He asked.

“Yeeep.”

“Pardon my uh,” Saul cleared his throat, “pardon my ignorance, but does that mean you have a, uh… a vagina?”

“Yeeeeeeeeeep.”

Now he was the one blushing. Having an affirmative answer to his intimate question, his surprise turned to overwhelming curiosity. “Well, can I tell you something?” He asked, slowly stepping towards you. He put his hands on your hips. Perhaps he just wanted to help your balance, but he had something else in mind. He had an idea. 

“Suuure,” You replied, punctuating your answer with a giggle. The alcohol had really messed you up. You just shared your most private secret with your boss, and you thought it was funny.

“Well, the truth is…” Saul leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I don’t believe you.”

“Pshhhh, whaaat?” You placed your hand on his chest and nudged him off you. He stood up straight and you looked him in the eye. “You want me to prove it?” 

Saul’s breath hitched in his throat. His pants suddenly felt tighter. You’d basically just offered yourself up to him, right? Was it really that easy? Were you really that easy? He’d be an idiot not to take you up on it. He called your bluff. “I think you have to.”

You were a lot of things, but not a liar. He held his hand out to you once more, and led you up the stairs into his gaudy bedroom, the ornate designs on the walls only disorienting you further. How you managed to avoid face-planting onto the floor was nothing short of a miracle. When he let you go, you peeled your shirt off and pointed at your top surgery scars. “Still don’t believe me?”, you teased.

“Hm… I dunno,” Saul played along, loving your newfound confidence. He would definitely need to get you drunk again.  “That’s not what I asked you about, is it?”

You got the hint. You unbuckled your pants, sliding them off, and your underwear followed. You plopped down on his satin sheets and spread your legs. You didn’t break eye contact the whole time. You still had a shit-eating grin plastered on your face.

Saul was stunned. He was sure he was dreaming. Here you were, fully naked, spread open for him, looking up at him, on display like a whore. And you had the most beautiful cunt he’d ever laid eyes on. It took everything within him to resist pouncing on you. He had to play it cool.

“Wow…” He mumbled, kneeling down in front of you. His hands crawled up your thighs and pushed your legs open even more. He was face to face with your cunt. “You weren’t kidding, huh?,” He was fascinated by your clit, how big it was, how it’d feel to touch it, how it’d feel in his mouth. He wanted to touch you. He had to touch you. “Does it,” he dragged his hand from your thigh, stopping when his thumb was over your clit, “work the same as a woman’s?” He flicked his thumb, and your whole body twitched in response. 

You gasped. He barely even touched you yet, and you were already putty in his hands. “Y-yeah…” you moaned. He stroked your clit while you talked, eager to break you down even further. “If a-” Twitch. “-nything it’s more-” Twitch. “ngh.. more s-sensitive…” Twitch. You could feel yourself getting wetter. 

“Yeah?” Saul teased, snaking his hands up to grab your hips, adjusting you so your ass was off the edge of the bed and your legs rested on his shoulders. He was salivating at the sight in front of him. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Perfect.” He dove his face into your pussy, licking up and down your slit in a frenzy. 

You practically screamed when he went down on you. Your moans echoed throughout the room. You fell back onto the bed, one hand grasping the sheets, the other grabbing his hair and holding on for dear life. You were sensitive normally, but the alcohol had you writhing beneath him. Every flick of his tongue had you shaking. He wrapped his lips around your clit, bobbing his head back and forth to suck you off. 

“F-fuck! Saul!” Goddamn, he was good. There was no way he had been with a trans guy before, but he was devouring you. He was working you in all the right ways. You tried grinding against him, desperate for more friction, but his grasp on your hips stopped you. You were at his mercy. He could tell what you wanted though, and brought one of his hands down to your pussy. Two fingers prodded your drenched, eager hole before sliding inside. His reward for that was a pathetic, pleading moan. You felt him chuckle against your clit, the vibrations like a shockwave that resonated through your whole body. He pumped his fingers in and out. Obscene wet sounds accompanied his movements.

Saul pulled his mouth off you for a brief second and gasped for air. His fingers sped up to make up for the absence of his mouth on you. You glanced down at him. His mouth was covered in your juices. He was panting heavily. His eyes met yours and he smirked. He quickly dove back in. He was drunk off your body. You’d figured he was a pervert, but this was beyond anything you could’ve imagined. It was disgusting. It was addicting. He was shamelessly slurping you up, desperate to take you, break you, and make you his. He curled his fingers into just the right spot, and you lost it.

“Fuck! Saul, god. Fuck! Please… more! Do that again please! Please! Please don’t stop. I’m so close. Please!” 

Your begging was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. He obliged, pressing his fingers against that same spot over and over again. Your head flew back into the covers and your back arched. He needed you to cum, you needed to cum, and you felt yourself teetering over the edge. It wasn’t long before you did, an iron grip on his hair forcing him as far down into your cunt as he could go. You’d neglected to mention that you were a squirter, and you didn’t even think of it until you felt liquid seeping into his mouth. When you realized what was happening, you panicked and let him go, though the tequila had definitely stunted your reaction time. 

He managed to swallow quite a bit, but still coughed as he pulled away from you. You clumsily hoisted yourself onto your elbows, looking down to see if he was okay. He seemed alright, though he was attempting to catch his breath. His face was glistening with your essence, and his suit now had an incredibly large and incredibly embarrassing wet spot. Shit, he still had his clothes on? How did you not notice? Your eyes followed his body as he stood up, until you locked eyes. He was staring at you with pure lust. His eyes were burning a hole into you. You were beneath him, and you felt the slightest bit of shame for the first time that night. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Saul. I-“ His finger pressed against your lips, cutting you off mid-apology.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay,” He cooed. “You couldn’t help it, yeah? It felt good, huh?” The hand by your lips moved to caress your cheek, and you leaned into his touch. You didn’t realize his other hand was undoing his belt. 

You gulped. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you nodded your head at his questions. His touch was comforting, satiating, and embarrassing all at once. 

“Look at me, baby boy,” Saul grabbed your chin and tilted you up, forcing you to make eye contact. “And use your words. Did I make you feel good?”

“Y-… yes, Saul.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Saul… you… you made me feel good.”

“Good boy. I knew you’d enjoy it,” He planted a gentle kiss against your cheek, “Such a good…” and against your neck, “little…” and slammed his cock into your pleading hole, “slut.”

You screamed again once he entered you, and he silenced you by pressing his lips against yours. He gave you no time to adjust to him, establishing a relentless pace just as suddenly as he entered you. You moaned into his mouth as he worked you over. You wrapped your legs around his back, allowing for his cock to reach even deeper within you. He broke the kiss to lean back and take in the sight of you, totally vulnerable, whimpering and trembling with his every movement. He could barely contain his excitement. 

“That’s it, whore. Take it. Just let it happen.” Saul growled. His voice was so raspy and grating. His demeaning words were grinding down any integrity you felt you had. His demeanor had changed in a flash. The gentle, nurturing touch he had before was gone, something more sadistic in its place, and you loved it.

You could barely find the words to string your thoughts together, “God…! ngh… fuck… Please more! Saul… Harder! More!” 

“More?” He scoffed. ”You want it that bad, bitch?” 

“God, yes! Please! Fuck! More! I need it. I nee-“ Your incessant whining was cut off by a backhand. You yelped at the hit and clenched even tighter around him. 

“Shut up! God, you’re annoying. Fine, you want more? Here,” Saul took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat. “Here you go, faggot.” 

You initially panicked at the cutoff of your oxygen supply, but it fueled your desire even more. The fact that he could be so doting and so violent, so sweet and so cruel, it drove you crazy. You had a vice around your neck and a smile on your face. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Are all cuntboys sluts like you?” Saul asked, his grip on your throat relaxing just enough so that you wouldn’t black out. You coughed and sputtered as the air hit you. “You disgusting fucking freak. I bet that’s why you told me, huh? I bet you told me you had a pussy cause you were just praying I’d stick my cock in it.” He slapped you again. “Pathetic tranny. You’re lucky you feel so good. You’re a better fuck than any woman I’ve ever had. So fucking tight, and no one’s ever cum so hard for me before. Ruined a perfectly good suit.” His twisted praise was pressing all the right buttons. 

Your grasp on reality was slipping. You’d lost the ability to speak, egging him on with only your body and an aria of insatiable moans. Every degrading epithet drove you further and further into him. 

“Maybe I’ll get rid of your desk at the office and just have you kneel between my legs all day. Does that sound good? I bet it does. A dirty cuntboy like you would probably jump at the chance to service a real man, especially one who’ll fuck you ‘til you break.” He punctuated his monologue with another slap across your face. 

He was right. He was so, so right. You wanted it all. You wanted to be his property. A cute little fucktoy that he could empty himself in whenever he had a break between clients. You were losing yourself. You could feel yourself nearing your peak. Blissful tears began to well in the corners of your eyes. You were inching closer and closer to becoming the brainless sex doll he saw you as. It took all your remaining cognition to ask for release. 

“P-P-Please… Saul… lemme… c-cum… Please…” 

With your pitiful request, something changed within him. He smiled, that warm genuine smile you’d come to know him for, and took your cock between his fingers. He began to stroke you rapidly and placed a tender kiss on your quivering lips before he spoke. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

And you did. You wrapped your arms around him and sobbed as he pulled another orgasm from you, a familiar wetness rushing out and filling the space between your bodies. Saul hissed as you let go, your walls spasming around him had thrown off his mechanical rhythm. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before he pulled out and jerked himself over you. 

“‘S good, kid. Real good,” His voice sounded strained as he frantically stroked his cock. “Hold still for me. Gonna make you look nice and pretty, ok?” 

You nodded, and the sight of you so eager for his cum made him snap. He came with a loud groan, painting your face and chest white. You mewled as you felt his seed coat your skin. You both panted heavily as you came down from your highs together. You’d had your eyes closed, but they jolted open once you heard a camera click. You were greeted by your boss holding his phone. Did he just…?

“Wanted to capture the moment,” he said, turning his phone around to show you the picture. Your cheeks were bright red, you had bruises on your neck, and you were splattered with cum. “Though with how gorgeous you look, can you really blame me?” He was clearly proud of himself. 

You tried to sit up on the edge of the bed, but you were practically boneless. Rough sex and alcohol were not a good combination for dexterity. 

“Easy there, tiger. Let me get that for you.” Saul propped you upright and grabbed a tissue off the nightstand. He gently dabbed your skin with the tissue, touching you like you would shatter if he put too much pressure on you, a strange contrast to how he treated you not minutes before. You hummed contentedly and leaned into his touch. When he was done cleaning you up, he cupped your face in his hands and left a kiss on your forehead. 

“Good job, kid.”

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

fear you won't fall by ana_cp

OMG - loved this story soooo much! It was sweet, cute, and adorable. WY and LZ’s relationship progression was perfection. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quotes:

“Well, your owner is a bit of an uptight ass, isn’t he?” he asks the plushie on the other bed. “Such a waste of a beautiful face.”

The bunny, of course, has no answer for him. It just stares back, with one of its eyes loose, almost slipping from the socket. Wei Ying wonders how old the thing actually is.

The shower water turns on, a shock of noise in the very quiet RV. Wei Ying winces a bit, and wonders if Lan Zhan heard what he said to the empty air.

Well, if he did, too bad for him. Someone had to tell him he was an ass, anyway.

A very hot, very gorgeous, very rude ass.

————

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan glares at him.

Hearing his name in Lan Zhan’s voice is a bigger shock than Wei Ying is anticipating. It sounds more interesting, somehow, lower and captivating. Like it’s asking him to pay attention to whatever comes next.

He shakes the thought away. That’s such a weird thing to think. Captivating?? It’s just his name.

“Alright, alright,” Wei Ying gets up, feigning defeat. “I’ll go. But only because you called me by my name for the first time.”

Lan Zhan blinks. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is,” Wei Ying says, then leans in a little bit closer to him, lowering his voice. “But that just means we’re becoming friends, right?”

Wei Ying gives him a smile. Lan Zhan’s eyes dip to it, and then look away.

“Work,” he says simply.

Wei Ying holds back a laugh. Becoming Lan Zhan’s friend will be hard, but it will be the most fun he’s had in ages.

“Show me what to do next, teacher.”

————

Wei Ying tries, after those first days, to be a little less… ‘insufferable’. He tries to start conversations more organically, but at the end of the day, he can’t help it. Lan Zhan is just so easy to tease. Even when he’s working out, if Wei Ying glances at him and says “wow, you’re good at that”, Lan Zhan’s face changes immediately.

He doesn’t even have to try very hard. All he has to do is lean his shoulder on a wall next to where Lan Zhan is, smile at him, and make an innocent comment.

“Your legs are so strong,” he says one day, which makes Lan Zhan’s ears go to a cute shade of red, before he lowers his head and hides it with his hair.

“Wow, I can see every muscle moving,” Wei Ying blurts out on a different morning, which makes Lan Zhan drop the weights he’s lifting and go to a different corner of the room.

“You don’t even sweat when you do that. I wonder what it would take to actually make you sweat,” he says another day, which is not intended as a dirty comment at all, but when Lan Zhan glares at him, Wei Ying bursts out laughing. That only makes everything worse, and Lan Zhan refuses to talk to him for the entire rest of the morning. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he tries to explain, but it doesn’t work.

E, 87k

Summary:

But as Hanguang Jun approaches, Wei Ying loses the battle against his eyes, and allows himself to look just a little bit.

The man is gorgeous. There’s no other word for it. His face looks like it was perfectly sculpted by a talented artist, not to mention the definition of his body. The leggings he wears show the leg muscles of someone who has probably been doing some form of acrobatics ever since they were a kid, and his arms are huge under his t-shirt. Huge. He’s just as tall as Wei Ying is, but his fit body makes him look shorter, somehow. Wei Ying swallows again, wondering if he has ever seen anyone who looks more like the ideal of beauty in his life.

And then the man starts talking.

-

Fire Dancer Wei Ying joins the Circus, because he wants a more exciting job. He's forced to train with a handsome Trapeze Artist, who seems to hate him for no reason.

But Wei Ying isn't just here for the job. He's here to change his life! And that starts by making the inaccessible Lan Zhan like him, even if he has to annoy him into it.

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people!

No one tagged me but this looked like fun! So I'ma tag @miraculouslymundane @fragileizywriting @katieykat513 @feather-dancer @leafweaverryn @inkmousey

I put mine in a random number generator and got these:

Our Beginning (rated G, Lukanette)- Marinette paused and watched as Gabriel walked up to his son and squeezed his shoulder. “Time for you to go out to the places you will be from.” She fought tears as Adrien’s face crumbled and he clung to his father.

Stargazing (G, Lukanette)- Marinette smiled. She could absolutely picture Max bringing his two favorite speedsters out here for some quiet time. She knew for a fact that Alix secretly loved astrology and that Kim was happy to go wherever Max and Alix were.

How cute. 

Let's Play (E, Alyanette)- “You’re such a tease!” She breathed as Marinette repeated the pattern.

Marinette giggled, sending the most torturous vibrations through her body. “Blame Luka and Adrien.”

Gifts (E, Lukadrinette)- Marinette looked at him with the big blue eyes he’d fallen in love with. “Oh absolutely. You don’t think Luka would fuck someone he didn’t like like that , do you?”

Thinking about it, Adrien shook his head. “I guess not."

Marinette grinned. “So yes: he’s our man now.”

Left These Pieces (T, past Lukanette)- One night, Juleka woke to the sounds of Luka crying into his pillow. Turning over, she quietly opened her eyes and saw him looking at the drawing she’d made of his Kitty Section outfit and she immediately realized what happened even without the specifics.

Marinette had broken his heart.

Rainbow Kisses (G, Adrienette, Marichat, Lukanette, Marinette x Everyone lol)- Her heart was doing little flips and she wasn’t sure exactly what to do because she really enjoyed this kiss almost as much as Adrien’s. 

When he pulled away, he smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She breathed and then he was vaulting away from her balcony, leaving her alone and breathless. 

Go Your Own Way (G, Lukadrinette w/ hints of Juladrien)- It didn’t bother them that they wouldn’t have an heir for quite some time- having agreed to wait until Adrien and Juleka produced a child after they wedded. Jagged would be perfectly fine handing his crown off to a fitting unrelated successor if it meant that his children could be happy.

After all, his children being able to happily live their lives meant more to Jagged than just about anything... including music.

Marinette is Sus (G, Adrinette)- “Adrien!” She immediately shouted when the red screen popped up.

His laugh vibrated in her ears. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

“But you promised!”

“To get you through the first round, which I did.”

He was right.

“Ugh. I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

She blushed as the rest of their friends chuckled at their little quarrel.

What She Wants (E, Max/Alix/Kim)- Alix felt a bit dizzy as she found herself being turned right-side up and sat on her feet. When the room stopped spinning, she playfully glared at Max. "Tattle-tell." She turned and rolled her eyes at the smirk on Kim's lips. "You win this round, but it's not over! My bedroom, let's go!"

"Come on, Max. Let's go see how quick I can make her cum in her room now." He snickered again and Max followed him to her room.

Friends Holding Hands (G, Adrinette)- Adrien laughed and waved him off. “Of course not. Friends hold hands.”

“Not while they’re watching a show and not like that. You two were basically cuddling.”

“No we weren’t, Plagg. You’re mistaken.” Adrien began cleaning his room.

Plagg rolled his eyes. “Sure Kid. Whatever you say. I’ve only been around since the beginning of time. What do I know? Tell you what: next time you hold hands with your ‘friend’ make sure you give her a little peck on the cheek just to be extra friendly.”

Not hearing the sarcasm, Adrien agreed. “Okay I will."

[fatfables]

A sample section from my story, Alonzo: A Fat Fable.

Read the full story and more for free at fatfables.com

The Currywurst Incident

In school Alonzo was not the most popular kid, but he did have some friends. The worst of his greed and selfishness played out at home. In school the chubby young boy had to fit in with the others. He had to attend maths and English classes, the same as everyone else. Yes, he was always the first in line in the dinner queue. Yes, he always asked the dinner lady for one extra potato/sausage - which he normally got. And yes, he was always first up begging for seconds or even thirds. But, he was not the only kid in the school to behave like this at lunch times. And for some reason he didn’t mind the teasing from the other boys about his eating habits. Or his soft, round gut that stuck out over the top of his trousers.

The only time that he would really annoy his young friends was in sports class. Now, Alonzo was obviously not the sporting type. He would make up all sorts of excuses, and come in with all sorts of notes for the P.E. teacher to explain away why he couldn’t partake in badminton, tennis, football, or any of the other games that the majority of children liked to play.

In fact it’s probably correct to say that between the ages of about 11 and 13 Alonzo took no part in sports classes at all. He would just sit on the bench at the side of the gym hall with his potbelly resting in his lap, his two year old gym top far too small for him. It clung tightly around his soft chest and rode up on the top of his plump stomach, his soft muffin top rolling out under the sides. His gym shorts were always stretched skin tight around his bulking thighs. For some reason he had never bothered to get new gym clothes that fit. Perhaps it was because he knew deep down that he was never going to take part in any sporting activity ever again. He would just sit there every gym lesson watching intently while the other boys ran around, sweating and shouting until the back of their shorts became wet and clung to their backsides. Whilst engaging in this subconscious voyeurism he would sneakily munch on candy and chocolate bars that he had smuggled into his gym bag that morning.

As an older teenager he seemed to take joy in growing out of his new school uniform. Shirts that fit perfectly in September were bursting open and losing buttons by mid-November. Especially the lower buttons on his shirt which were popped off by his straining stomach after a particularly heavy lunch one day.

For the rest of the year he went to school every day with his soft belly sticking out the bottom of his shirt, his deep navel surrounded by layers of fat, clearly on display for everyone to see. The greedy teeanger was starting to wear his fat with pride. He could always have asked his parents to buy him some new bigger shirts. They absolutely would have done it. Though for some reason unknown to him at the time he didn't bother asking for new clothes. He thought the ones he had fitted just fine. 

One time when he was 17, on a cold January day, he ripped his school trousers open at the back whilst bending over to pick up a chip from the ground that had dropped from his little wooden takeaway fork.

This was outside the local pizzeria/kebab house that you find in every German town. Alonzo and his friends were now old enough to leave the school premises and buy their own lunch. Alonzo’s favourite was Currywurst and chips - big fat frankfurter sausages smothered in mountains of curry sauce with masses of chips on the side.

Tariq the young son of the Turkish owner knew Alonzo by name as he was just about their best customer. The good looking young Turk always made sure to give Alonzo extra sides and bonus large portions in order to keep the gluttonous teenager coming back to the restaurant everyday.

Tariq would make comments about Alonzo’s size and smile at him through his deep brown eyes, teasing him about his weight while enabling him to keep gaining fat at an exponential rate. Alonzo was blissfully unaware of any ulterior motives, he just thought that Tariq liked him.

So the chip fell on the floor, and in his haste not to waste a single gram of food, Alonzo bent down to pick it up. His wide chunky buttocks were already pushing out against the tight cloth of his tailored school trousers. The same ones he had struggled to button up that morning as he’d sucked in his huge bulging stomach. The same trousers that he was wearing with no underwear underneath, having given up on wearing boxer shorts just before Christmas. All his underwear was at least two sizes too small for him nowadays, and regardless going commando gave him a funny tingly feeling that he liked.

He liked that he was naked under those tight trousers. He liked the thought of his soft fat flesh being more open and accessible. He liked this even though his school trousers had been digging uncomfortably into his midriff all morning while he sat through two and a half hours of tedious biology lessons about the digestive system and the need to eat a balanced diet.

So as he bent over he heard a ripping noise as his tight trousers split across the seam that ran perfectly up between his two plump heavy round swollen buttcheeks. He went red in the face as his friends pointed and laughed at his fat bare ass sticking out in the middle of the busy street.

Tariq came running out of the restaurant to see what all the commotion was about. Upon seeing Alonzo’s fat naked flabby ass he stopped and smiled. Alonnzo looked up at him and met his beautiful deep brown eyes with his own blue eyes and smiled back. It was at that very moment when the two young boys looked into each other's souls that Alonzo realised that his swollen fat ass wasn’t the only thing that had caused his trousers to burst open. He was carrying the biggest boner in the front of his broken trousers. It was as clear as day for all to see. His solid young dick sticking proudly up, poking him in the underside of his heavy bloated gut.

Alonnzo laughed, Tariq laughed. The momentary shame that Alonzo had felt washed quickly away and was replaced with a real sense of pride. He was a greedy, lazy, sexy, fat fuck and he loved it!

His friends stared with amazement, completely nonplussed at the sight of their fat friend now semi-naked in the street, his arsehole and hard cock proudly on display for everyone to see. Alonzo’s belly was heaving up and down as he struggled to calm his laughter. As he regained his composure he sat his heavy bulk down on a bench by one of the tables outside the fast food place. The bench creaked under the weight of his fat naked ass. He then continued to eat his lunch with even more vigour - as if nothing strange had happened. 

As he bit greedily into a sausage Tariq pointed over the road and said  “Who are those two girls?” 

It was Alonzo’s sisters. They had seen the whole debacle and were standing with gaping mouths wide open staring at their fat embarrassing brother. Their faces pale and eyes aghast at the horrifying scene that they had just witnessed. As Alonzo took them under his gaze he smiled broadly and felt his hard cock and arsehole twitch. Fuck those evil cunts he thought to himself as he finished off the last calorific curry smothered sausage and wiped the sugary sauce off his plump greedy lips. Only Tariq noticed the brief look of sheer joy and ecstasy on Alonzo’s sweet, fat, round face.

[skyetorrin]

Whumptober 2023 - Prompt No. 2

"I'll call out your name, but you won't call back." | Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

Just when things were starting to go good again, they went downhill. Because if anything was consistent in his life, it was the bad luck. So even though he had just become captain of the newly refurbished Enterprise and they were about to start their 5 year mission, the first ever in Star Fleet history, he had to go and mess things up.

It started out as just a regular routine mission. They were supposed to go to this planet along the outskirts of the Alpha quadrant so they could see if it might be a good fit for the vulcan refugees.

“This is Captain Kirk. We are 5 hours out from Non Tellio in the Rho Minor system. Once we arrive I would like 2 security officers as well as a few scientists specialized in environmental studies to accompany me and First Officer Spock in Transporter 1. Kirk out.”

~~~

“Keptin. We are rapidly approaching the atmosphere of the planet. Should we enter orbit?”

“Aye Chekov. Make it so.” As he said this, Kirk rose in his seat and headed to the turbolift. “Spock, you’re with me.”

“Yes Captain.” The two headed to the turbolift where is took them down to the transporter wing. The 2 security officers as well as the scientists were already there when they arrived and Scotty was manning the transporter room.

“7 to beam down to the surface Scotty.”

“Aye Captain. Stand by to transport.” The seven of them got onto the transporter pad, and then felt the tingling sensation Kirk had always associated with being transported. He supposed he should stop teasing Bones about the dislike of transporters, after all, it did leave him feeling off balanced when he arrived.

In the ten seconds it took for him to run this train of thought, they had arrived on the planet. However, it seemed like the planet was covered in crystalline structures, which was weird because this planet was supposed to be similar to vulcan. Which meant sand, not crystals.

“Captain it appears the planet is not what we were expecting.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Captain my name is Spock not Sherlock.”

“It’s an expression Spock.”

“Ah.” There was a pause. “I still do not get it.” Kirk shook his head.

“Nevermind then.” He turned to address the landing party. “I know this isn’t what we were expecting and I doubt it will work as a planet for the vulcan refugees but nonetheless we should still observe the planet.”

There was a chorus of “Aye Captains” as the landing team fanned out, leaving just Spock and Kirk.

“Well Spock? Where do you want to explore?”

“I don’t think we should do any exploring until the rest of the party has come back.”

“Oh come on it will be fun!”

“Captain with you various allergies I don’t think it’s wise to-” Spock was cut off as Kirk starting walking in the opposite direction. Spock sighed and started following, after all, someone responsible had to follow him.

By the time Spock had gotten over to Kirk, he had already started poking at the different alien plant life. Spock had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“Hey Spock come look at this! It looks like it’s smiling at me!” When Spock heard this he panicked, he had remembered an alien plant in the Vulcan archives that looked bright and colorful but would trap you in your mind if you got to close. It was a brilliant defense mechanism, but unfortunately not so great when you have a Captain such as Kirk.

Just as Spock was about to warn him, Kirk touched the plant. The effect was immediate. His eyes glazed over and he collapsed.

“Spock to Enterprise. Two to beam up to med bay.”

“Aye Spock.”

~~~

McCoy was having a perfectly fine day. Until Kirk decided to do something stupid and ruin his alone time. That kid was going to be the death of him one day.

“Alright hobgoblin. What happened.”

“We landed on the planet and even though it wasn’t anything like Vulcan, the Captain thought it would be wise to explore anyways.”

“And I’m assuming that means he decided to go start touching random things?”

“Yes. Just as he was about to touch the plant I recognized it from our archives on Vulcan. I believe it has trapped Kirk in his mind. Although he may also be allergic to it.”

“Kid can’t do anything by half measures can he?”

“Doctor?”

“Nevermind. Why don’t you go look through the computer and see if you can’t find that plant while I stay here and try and keep him from dying.”

“Yes Doctor McCoy. I shall return once I have found the information.” 

~~~

He was cold. It wasn’t the cold when his mom forgot to pay for the power in fall. It was a deep, piercing cold. It seemed to go down to his bones, down to his very soul. All he could feel was cold. There was nothing else.

~~~

“Doctor I believe I found something that may be of use.”

“Well thank god because keeping Kirk alive is harder than a biscuit during winter.”

“Are biscuits not normally hard?”

“What no- nevermind. What do you have.”

“It seems the plant definitely has a mental aspect to it and it if the Captain can work through it on his own, he should come back to us. If he isn’t back within 24 hours, it means he is stuck and needs help getting out. Normally a Vulcan Healer would be used, but as I am the only Vulcan on the ship, it would have to be me.”

“Kid can’t ever make it easy for me can he.”

“Unfortunately not Doctor.”

��Yes well it’s already almost 20 hours in and he hasn’t shown any signs of change. You are probably gonna have to do my job for me and get Kirk out of this damned situation.”

“I shall go meditate so I am ready, comm me at the 24 hour mark.”

~~~

24 hours later and there was still no change in Kirk’s condition. So Spock had McCoy transport Kirk over to his dorms so he could set up the traditional meditation chamber. He didn’t want anything to go wrong especially when dealing with matters of the mind.

He steeled himself to enter Kirk’s mind. Checked, and double checked, and triple checked his shields were in place. But nothing prepared him for what he saw when he entered.

~~~

He felt the sting of pain all over his body. Each knife seemed to say something different.

“They don’t care about you.” A stab to the heart.

“Why would Spock ever want to be friends with you.” A stab from behind.

“You are a monster.” A stab in the palm of his hand.

“Why are you such an idiot.” A stab to the head.

“You never should have survived Tarsus.” A stab in his stomach.

“You are less than zero.” He is bleeding out. He was covered in blood. He collapsed.

~~~

Spock rushed over to Kirk horrified. His Captain, his friend, was bleeding out in front of him.

“Captain!” There was a certain air of desperation to Spock’s voice that he hadn’t experienced since Nero. There was no response. There was a stench of blood and the chilling silence that always seemed to avoid his friend. Except for now. Now his friend was silent and hardly moving.

He rushed to Kirk’s side and collapsed on his knees next to him. He had to do something, anything. So he placed his hands on Kirk’s. And he did the only thing he could do. He took Kirk’s pain from him and replaced it with the words “Wake Up”. 

Maybe he would die, or stay trapped in his Captain’s mind. But it would be worth it. He had to atone for what he did to his friend somehow. And maybe this would finally be his recompense.

~~~

When Kirk awoke he wasn’t in the med bay for once. He blinked his eyes open and looked around the room. He saw Spock in the corner which meant he had to be in his first officer’s quarters.

He slowly got up from the bed and walked over to Spock who seemed to still be in meditation.

“Spock?” No response. He shook Spock’s shoulders. No response. He felt something wet in his hands and looked down. Blood. But there was no pain. Which meant…

“Computer to MedBay.”

“Spock did it work?”

“Bones! I’m awake but Spock is currently unresponsive and bleeding out, I need you to come down here.”

“Damn Hobgoblin. You got it Captain.” 5 minutes later and Bones was down there with his full emergency kit for when someone was so critical they couldn’t be moved to MedBay.

He watched as Bones scanned Spock with his tricorder and found several stab wounds. He patched them up as quickly as he could with the dermal regenerator. When that was finished he hooked Spock up to a bag of fluids and blood that he had stored from Spock just in case anything like this ever happened.

“...will he be okay?” Bones turned to Kirk and nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully when Spock woke up he would be able to fill him in on what all had happened. But for now he would wait by his First Officer’s side until he woke up. It was the least he could do.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

under the stars together (part seven)

part one/ part two/ part three/ part four/ part five/ part six/ part seven/ part eight/ part nine/ part ten(smut)/ part eleven& epilogue.(smut)

werewolf!OC x Fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy issues AND Mommy issues, mentions of illness and surgery, acts of violence, mentions of blood & gore, smut, werewolf smut,

word count: 1,400 (about)

summary: the sun is hot on your face as you ride into the unknown. home is to your back and you don't know what the future holds. Just how you like it. You've run here all on your own, and there's nothing tying you down, It would be so easy to pick up and start running again. It's freeing, It's terrifying. You could run, but you're choosing to stay.

You stood perfectly still in the middle of the cleaned office. You’d managed to digitize everything important and left only the essentials in the filing cabinet. That was the most amazing part, all that paper and mess fit into one filing cabinet now. It had taken you almost the entire three months of your trial period, with only a week left to your time limit. 

You fidgeted nervously at the mouth of the garage, Cole was busy organizing spare parts and hadn't noticed your presents yet. 

“You need help with that?” you finally asked, spurring yourself forward. It was just Cole, you had no reason to be nervous when it came to him. That reasoning didn’t calm your nerves. You’d spent so much time working on this project and you were worried he wouldn’t have the same enthusiasm that you did. Cole jumped at the sound of your voice and whipped around to look at you. 

“Oh it’s just you, sure, take this box and move it to the back,” he said, nodding toward a box.

“You’re jumpy, I keep scaring you,” you teased, Lifting the box and moving it where he wanted. 

“Guess I’m just still not used to having someone else in here with me, I’m used to getting lost in my head and not getting interrupted,” he said.

“What were you thinking about today?” you asked. 

“Would it be creepy if I said I was thinking about you?” he asked,

“Depends, were you thinking creepy things about me? You asked. 

“No, I’m just glad to have you here, you’re good to have around I hope you decide to stay,” he said, his words made your heart flutter. 

“Well you’re about to like having me around a lot more,” you boasted, Cole looked confused, then it seemed to click. 

“Are you finished with the office?” he asked disbelievingly. You nodded excitedly and Cole ran off to see for himself. 

“This is incredible!” he cheered. You breathed a sigh of relief at his praise. 

“Thank you, you better never let it get that bad again or I’ll kill you.”

Cole was so thrilled with the results that he offered you the rest of the day off, which you gladly accepted. Not that you had anything to do with that free time, you ended up just wandering around town. 

In the center of town, there was a big open park, lush green grass dotted with benches and shade trees. In the park, there was a Gazebo and a cobblestone plaza right up against each other. It was a nice little park, and something was going on there. 

You first noticed the people picking up trash. There was a group of about ten teenagers all wearing bright Blue shirts with VOLUNTEER written across their backs. You kept walking but you couldn't stop noticing the people at the park. After the trash patrol came decorations, orange and white streamers tied around trees, Bubble lights strung between branches and around the Gazebo, and the benches even got a fresh coat of paint. 

Then the flyers, “Come Join us for Sunfield’s Annual Founders Day Celebration!”

“What's Founders day?” you asked your mom showing her a flier you’d poached,

“You went once as a kid don’t you remember?” she asked. You thought, all your memories of visiting your mother as a child were fuzzy, you couldn’t tell one year from the next. Eventually, you gave up on trying to remember. 

“No,”

“Well the town gets together, meet up at the plaza and it’s a big plaza, Mike- the guy who owns that pizza place off on ninth and main? He caters to the whole thing and everyone brings their things like drinks and stuff it’s a big potluck, and then theirs a dance, supposedly it’s supposed to be for the folks who settled this town but that’s not the point, people like to throw parties I guess,” your mom explained, she had started her explanation with a smile, but it had faltered by the end. 

“I used to go every year before I got sick,” she said and her words hung in the air for a minute, “I didn’t thank you enough-”

“Stop, mom, You don’t have to keep thanking me,” you cut her off. You felt the scar across your stomach from the surgery tingle. “I was happy to do it.” 

The silence crept back into the conversation. 

“You should go this year, if you’re feeling up to it,” you said, breaking the silence. 

“I think I will, that would be nice,” she agreed, she looked at you in a silent question, 

“Maybe next time, I’m not much of a dancer anyways,” you said, the park was very pretty, you were sure it was even better in the dark, but you wanted nothing to do with it. You didn’t think you could stand trying to play nice with that many people. Your mom just nodded. 

“I didn’t think so, it’s not your thing,” she leaned in conspiratorially. “A lot of young girls bring dates to this kind of thing,”  she raised her eyebrows. 

“Scandalous,” you said. “What about you Mom? Do you ever bring dates to thins kind of thing?” 

“Not since your father,” you should have guessed the answer, but you still recoiled from her words a little bit. 

“Maybe you should find a nice man to go with you,” you suggested. She laughed and batted at your arm

“Oh stop, I’m too old to go out like that, what would the neighbors think?” she protested,

“Never said it had to be a date, I’d just feel better if I knew there was someone with you, it would be fun to go with someone else wouldn’t it?” you teased, your mother giggled and waved you off, 

“Don’t be silly,” she scolded. “I’ll think about it,” she added. You hoped she would. 

“Am I going to see you at the Founders Day Celebration?” Cole asked. He had to shout to make you hear him. You were under a car draining the oil, the pan filled, you put the plug back in and you pulled yourself forward out from under the car.

“Nope, my mom is going through, make sure you say hi to her,” you said. 

“That’ll be nice, she hasn’t been in a while,” Cole commented, helping you up. 

“Yeah that’s what she said, I think it’ll make her happy to get dressed up for a night and see all of her friends, It makes her happy to see her friends,” you said. 

“It makes her happy to see you happy too, I bet,” Cole added, “she talked about you all the time when you came,” you were surprised at that information. 

“When did you talk to my mom about me?” you asked. Cole just shrugged and focused his attention on pouring fresh oil into the car. 

“Her transmission crapped out on her, I toed the car over here and fixed her up, she was in a real rush, she said her daughter was coming into town soon and she needed the car running in case she needed to pick you up,” he said. You got a warm feeling in your chest at the story. 

“Didn’t know she talked about me,” you said, and turned away before he could see the embarrassed look on your face. 

“So if you’re not going to the celebration, do you have any other plans tomorrow night?” Cole asked. You paused, was he going to ask him out again? 

“I was planning on taking a hot bath, thought it might help with some of the knots in my shoulders, and then curl up with a good book I guess,” you said, your plans weren’t anything you couldn’t cancel.

“Sounds like fun,” he said smiling, “it’s supposed to be cold tomorrow night, good for staying in,” he didn’t say anything more about it. 

You felt ridiculous, you’d shot him down, and now you were upset that he had listened to you and was being respectful of your space? If you wanted to be with Cole you should ask him out yourself. You weren’t ready to take that kind of leap, you didn’t even know what you were more scared of, him saying no or him saying yes. 

You thought about the horseback riding, you could picture the two of you doing things like that more often. The thought made you happy, but then you thought about home, your real home, Cole and the life you wanted to live were things that couldn’t coexist. 

[theficblog]

TONGUE IN CHEEK

LIU YANGYANG

Prologue: How far can do average college bestfriends go to get some free dinner in London? Yangyang has always been all bluff and bluster but what happens when things take an unexpected turn?

Genre: Suggestive + Fluff + Friends to lovers AU

Wordcount: 1,427

Warnings: Suggestive Content

Six days have passed since you managed to complete your second year of studying architecture. You forged to get into this college, the prestigious London School of Architecture, to add more to the flex. Needless to say, you missed home, your parents, and your cat, but things had been working out quite admirably.

It was just another Friday that you planned to waste while bingeing on some crime documentaries, unless Yangyang wanted you to hang out with him. You could never refuse. He had been your companion in the foreign land, the go-to guy, and it felt like you both almost clicked together immediately. Life with him was never lacking adrenaline, like the last time you almost got arrested for graffiti or the one time you shop lifted vintage vinyl records.

Two hours later, you find yourself wandering around the posh streets of London as you and Yangyang gossip about the college couples and bitch over the professors. The street was where men got their daily attire tailored and women never seemed to get enough of their Jimmy Choos and Burberrys. You and Yangyang appeared like two kids, untroubled about life and the future and uncertain about your choices and decisions.

"You’re just going to stare at it forever, right?", Yangyang derided as you peered through the windows of the expensive restaurant. Food was the number one priority in your life, in a sense, and it was, after all, a hard task to ignore the temptation of the place. The fine dining, the courteous waiters, and the aroma of the lavish meat assorted with the Chanel colognes.

"Staring is the only thing that I can afford right now," you defended. It was tough to pay for your classes and other expenses already. You perfectly fitted the broke student category by now.

"There is too much deliciousness over there to ignore. Let’s go in and eat it. " He made another remark. You knew Yangyang led quite a comfortable life back in Germany, but you were well aware that spending stacks on this dinner wasn’t something he would do either.

"Liu Yangyang, are thou the son of the magnates?" You inquired in a sarcastic manner.

"No, but as long as you follow what I say," he declared with a smirk. It was the exact way his lips positioned themselves right before he caused trouble.

"Not another time am I falling for it, you are just all talks. Remember the last time you almost got us-"

"What if I make it work this time?" He stifled your words.

"Then I owe you a wish." You casually stated knowing already how things would turn out.

Forty-five minutes after that conversation, you and him are sitting inside. Yangyang entirely focusing over the perfectly grilled steak while you tried to hold your laugh. It was getting more difficult with each sip of your champagne as you waited for the ring to show up. You and your best friend were going to fake an engagement. It was the only way you could devour all the food, half of which was already in your digestive systems by now.

"I swear if you keep on bursting out every thirty seconds like this, then we are spending the rest of this night cleaning their dishes." The last time he wore this expression was when he got caught cheating on his structure theory exam.

"Alright, I’m trying my best, but getting engaged to you would be funny for anyone." You teased.

Yangyang got onto his knee instantaneously. You knew it was coming, but not all of a sudden. He pulled out a box from his pocket, inside which sat the diamond studded ring. You wondered if he had everything planned ahead of time but his  contrasting H&M shirt made you think otherwise. He wasn’t the type to propose without a trail of roses and fireworks around. You knew him by now.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" asked his mouth with that perfect gummy smile and eyes that contained starts in them. It almost felt like you fell for him at that moment, but falling for your brainless and unnatural best friend seemed ridiculous.

The clock hinted at eleven: sixteen when you reached back to your rooms. The ring still fitting your fourth finger. The day marked another wild achievement of yours and Yangyang’s. He sat on your bed, pulling out his socks as he refused to go back to his own room, which was just adjacent to yours.

"Does my wish still stand, Y/N? Did you forget about it? " The boy enquired.

"It would have been fantastic if you returned your assignments at that same pace, Yang." you reverted. The banter between the two of you was relentless.

You turned around as no response arose from the other side, only to witness Yangyang’s face, a face he had never shown you before. His eyes grew dark, as if he desired something. The aura around the room grew sensual. To add to the benefit, you seemed to enjoy it. He looked at you with such a call that you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him.

Yangyang wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. Although you had been this close to him a couple of times before, but this scenario was entirely disparate. Your fingers naturally cupped his cheeks. The room fell away. He was no more your brainless and unnatural bosom buddy but one very fine young lad in his early 20s. You could feel his breath tingling over your ears as your cheeks turned plum shades. He planted a kiss on your lips and not a second later, you were already making out like some teens.

The kiss felt impulsive but yet so sensual and carnal. You both needed each other. It was not until your tongue met his that you realized you were basically starving. Yangyang’s lips were adorned with the tint you gifted him for not failing at his classes. But there was an absence of the awkwardness and cringe that on normal days you would label romance, but fuck it, you were too in the moment. You kissed each other on the lips again and again as you craved for it to reach your heart, which it did. Gradually, you both pulled away from the kiss as your noses brushed against each other’s.

"So was this all you wanted? Not too bad for the dinner and engagement, I must say. " You commented.

"Yes." He said. His perfect gummy smile and the manner in which his nose scrunched made you ponder if he was real. But you had different plans for the night.

The next morning, you were woken up by your regular alarm. Still half asleep in Yangyang's arms. You could not care less about the alarms that day and after the night you witnessed. How a simple wish of a kiss turned into two kids losing their virginity.

You turned your head up to take a glance at him, soundly asleep like a baby. His brown highlighted locks covering up his forehead. He looked like a cute little sheep. Meanwhile, you internally debated your feelings. Was this love? Or just your mind and heart collectively teaming up to play games with you? Although you got engaged to him last night, you were now scared to face the reality. It was all a fake and the end was coming near. You also feared for your friendship. Would things still remain the same between the two of you after this night?

You were so engaged with your thoughts that you took no notice of Yangyang. He was up, his lips curved into a smile. He squeezed you tighter and pecked your lips. Blood rushed to your cheeks at an extraordinary rate.

"Good Morning" he greeted with his raspy voice and it was never before this moment you found it attractive. He took your hands and interlocked your fingers with his as he gazed over the ring. "Pretty isn’t it?" he asked. You hummed in response. His eyes met yours. No words were required to do the talking; it was a language between you and him.

"You could wear it Y/N, but at least give me a chance to propose to you with all the pomp and show, flowers raining down, kids releasing balloons in the sky, and fireworks bearing Will You Marry Me" he explained his idea with a cheeky grin.

"Yang, I hate you" you said.

"I love you too" right before his lips met with yours, once again.

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[elysianslove]

Which of the haikyuu men would enjoy getting choked the most? And which one should would prefer choking? I love your writing hehe

ugh this ASK. also thank u sm lovely <333 

warning; choking, breath play, degradation, humiliation 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER CHOKING 

iwaizumi hajime

ugh first person that popped up in my head. loves to see his much larger hand wrapped so tight around your throat, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. oh my god the bruises. just littering the sides of your neck. gorgeous. and he lives for both the feel of your breath hitching every time his hand comes around to choke you and how fucked out you always look. loves loves loves to choke you when in missionary, with your hips raised up, nearly bent in half as he leans over you. he keeps your upper body down with a tight hand around your throat— and the way you squirm so much and cry and beg for him,,, he’s a goner. 

miya atsumu

this bitch fucking loves it. if he discovers it’s your kink somehow, he’ll do it out of the blue mid-sex to stun you, and it’s the most satisfying feeling ever for him: the way your eyes widen and the feel of you clenching tightly around him. he just thinks you look so so so pretty with a hand wrapped around your throat!! also loves to snake it down to play with your nipples and chest. just. he lives to overstimulate you in every possible way. his favorite way to choke you is when he’s hitting it from the back, and he just lifts you up (possibly by your hair) and keeps your back pressed to his chest with a hand around your throat. ugh so sexy of him <3

tsukishima kei

omg... loves to humiliate the shit out of you. “this gets you off? you like it when i’m rough? dirty, dirty.” he makes you feel so awful about it, but that’s only outwardly. he can’t help but adore how perfectly your throat rests in his hands, the way you lean so leniently into his touch, how responsive you are, how braindead you get from just that one action. loves to choke you when you’re sitting spread out between his legs, a mirror preferably before you, one hand between your legs, toying with you, the other wrapped gently around your throat. he doesn’t need to have a tight hold to keep you in check after all :) 

suna rintarō 

oh my god this man does it all the time, during sex or not. you’re just standing and chatting with him and he has a hand wrapped around your throat endearingly, nodding to your words lightly, the slightest smile or smirk on his face. does it in pictures all!!! the time!!! does it when he’s pulling you in for a kiss too!! but his favorite would have to be when you’re sitting all pretty on his lap, riding him just so perfectly, rolling and grinding and swiveling your hips, and his cock’s filling you up so well, and his hand just travels along your chest, up to the base of your throat, smoothing his thumb along your neck and then you throw your head back!!! what a sight !!!!!!!!!! 

matsukawa issei 

are you kidding me??????? are you kidding me?????? this man. this man. his fingers are so long and thick and his hands are so big, and his fingers are always, always adorned with silver and black rings. when i say he loves to choke you, i mean he loves you to choke you, and in every possible way too. he loves to do it as he’s fucking into you, just grabbing your neck, gripping your throat tightly and just forcing you to tilt your head back and consequently arching your back into him and he just goes, “atta girl,” or something like that. but !!! he also just ,,, he makes you choke on his fingers basically, and the rings he wears are always glistening with your spit and he’s always grinning so wildly when you cough and gag ugh

bokuto kōtarō 

shit he loves it. LOVES IT. like grabbing your throat with both his hands and squeezing loves it. bokuto gets lost in his pleasure and seeing yours so easily that when it comes to choking, it’s instinctive. it always turns into breathplay and that led to a couple of ,,, not very nice incidents where you genuinely couldn’t breathe and had to wheeze out your safe word, but over time he started to get the hang of it!! and you in turn started to trust him more!! he just loves the sight and feel of pounding into you and bending you in half as he squeezes at your throat and derives you of oxygen. just that dependency on him. he lives for it. 

konoha akinori 

he teases, he teases so much. when he chokes you, it’s much more for show and for the idea of it than the actual action. like you get so obedient and fall so pliant for him the moment his hand just simply comes to rest around your throat that he never has to exert any strength into it. he just thinks you look so stunning like that, all for him. and he loves it when you personally grab his hand and bring it up to your neck, all bashful and shit it drives him insane he won’t be able to stop smirking at you ugh. 

sugawara kōshi 

this sadist shit knows what he’s doing when he chokes you, and the most infuriating part is he acts all innocent and clueless about it. if you ever ask him to choke you, he’ll pretend to not know shit as he brings his hand up around your throat, asking in a teasing voice with the cheekiest, most mischievous grin ever, “like this?” but he’s squeezing the sides of your throat so perfectly and resting his palm ever so gently and his hand fits so snug around your throat that there’s no way. there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. loves to talk shit and degrade the hell out of you in the most faux innocent way as he’s fucking you. just, “aw, poor baby wants me to be mean?” 

HONORARY MENTIONS; daichi sawamura, semi eita, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurō, kyōtani kentarō, aran ojirō, sakusa kiyoomi, meian shūgo, (possibly) kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirō, (sometimes) satori tendō, timeskip!hinata shōyō

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER GETTING CHOKED 

miya osamu 

hear me out. osamu loves when you ride him, like it might be one of his favorite positions ever. everything about it is so perfect to him. and although he’s naturally more dominant in bed, having your hand slither up to rest around his throat is so. electrifying to him. especially if you’re even slightly smaller than him, specifically your hands!! like there’s no way you can actually dominate him but— it still feels like he’s in power, but he’s completely putty in your hands too. idk just choke this man he needs it <3 and !!! and he loves loves loves it like shivers up his spine loves it when you’re kissing him and cupping the back of his neck then one hand comes around to wrap around his throat to pull away from the kiss and push his head to tilt a little to suck at his neck he’s just. wow.

oikawa tōru 

he looks so, so, so fucking gorgeous with a hand wrapped around his throat. it doesn’t matter the position, he just always looks so good getting choked. like as he’s fucking into you from above, just grab him by his throat and pull him in for a searing kiss and he might just cum in that moment. or squeeze at his throat as you use it for leverage to bounce on his lap and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. and !!! he’s huge on breathplay too (receiving and giving). he’s obsessed with how fuzzy his head gets from the lack of oxygen and always begs you to do it when he’s about to cum. he sounds and looks so fucking GORGEOUS pls im in love w him

kageyama tobio

i like mean kags, i like dominant, rough kags. but get this. shy kageyama. kageyama as a stuttering mess. kageyama who nearly cums in his pants when your hands wrap around his throat for the first time. i’d say that’s how he developed a choking kink, by letting you try it on him for the first few times. he fell in love with just. everything about it, from the feel to the concept itself, and eventually fell in love with the idea of choking you. but honestly, he much prefers your hands around his throat, even if he’s the one completely in control of everything. 

hanamaki takahiro 

he likes it because he’s a little shit that gets off of tormenting you. you’ll be choking him and he’s grinning up at you maniacally. he loves it of course; it genuinely does feel really good, both you squeezing so tight around him and your hands squeezing at his throat, but he loves annoying you about it even more. just grinning up at you the whole time as your ride him, or if he’s above you and your hands start to slip, he’s grabbing at your wrists and going, “ah, ah, ah,” like :| maybe you should kill him while you’re at it. but no he fucks harder when he’s getting choked so,,, maybe save the murder case for later 

goshiki tsutomu

idk i just wanna make him cry. he probably does cry when he gets too sensitive, but anyways he loses all coherence the moment you wrap your hands around his throat. his entire body goes limp and you have to fuck yourself onto him. his eyes are rolling back, all dewy and pretty, and his tongue is slipping out slightly and he’s drooling and his eyes start to cross with his cheeks all pink and streaked with tears and he’s trembling beneath you. ugh he’s so cute, please choke him more often. he’s in love with it. 

HONORARY MENTIONS; yamaguchi tadashi, kenma kozume (is very much a switch when it comes to choking though), lev haiba, koganegawa kanji 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT CAN’T IMAGINE HURTING YOU 

aone takanobu, asahi azumane, kindaichi yūtarō, lev haiba, (pre-timeskip) hinata shōyō, yamamato taketora 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING

tanaka ryūnosuke, nishinoya yū, also haiba lev, sometimes ushijima wakatoshi, ginjima hitoshi 

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enhypen & decorating the christmas tree

pairing ot7 x gn!reader // genre fluff // warnings none // word count 1.0k

#HEESEUNG

calls a singular santa hat he had to wear for a performance christmas decoration

“since when are you so festive?” outwardly very reluctant to go and buy everything to set up a small christmas tree at their dorm, but he still wasn’t willing to let down the opportunity to spend time with you

it only took heeseung seeing all the racks filled with ornaments, ribbons, and other things for him to really get excited. pointing left and right, he was like a little kid in a toy store

“clear your schedule today, we’re putting it up as soon as we’re home”

took an unreasonable amount of pictures of your tree because of how cute it turned out, though of course he will take all the credit for choosing every decor item

—rest of the member under the cut !!

#JAY

rich boy here is used to going all out and is actually the one who calls for your help setting everything up at the dorm

you showed up expecting them to have some progress already done, but instead you saw seven boys trying to fit a huge pine tree inside a relatively small living room

“you didn't think to buy something less...extravagant” “jay insisted he could bring one from his house” “his house that has a bedroom twice the size of this place?!”

the universe must really love jay because it ended up fitting almost perfectly, which gave him the ability to go on a tangent about how the budget for the tree could be used for other things now

everyone brought some ornaments and other things to decorate it with, and although it wasn’t a very aesthetically pleasing tree, it captured the home-like feeling of having everyone contribute to it  

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#JAKE

the entire month of december he had been making plans to start his christmas shopping and drive around neighborhoods with you to look at people’s christmas decorations

it wasn’t until the twenties of the month came about that he suggested you help put up a tree in the dorm after almost no one in enha showed much holiday spirit 

you drove him, sunoo and ni-ki to buy some ornaments and other things. on your trip, jake also suggested you bought some kits to make gingerbread houses, “buy some for yourselves, we’re not gonna play double date with you guys,” ni-ki teased 

you took advantage of everyone being out doing their last minute shopping a day before christmas eve to spend the day with him making gingerbread houses that were way too sweet for either of you to eat

“i used way too much frosting” “look, (y/n), i’m making a little walkway with the gummy bears”

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#SUNGHOON

“have you guys put up your tree?” “our patio doesn’t have much space” “a christmas tree, hoon” “oh, no why would we?” 

this man would not go past the i'm-too-busy-to-have-a-holiday-spirit mindset, so you had to take matters into your own hands by taking him to your closest home decor store

somehow you convinced him to choose a small tree while you got some ornaments and ribbons for it, and by the time you got back to him he was all “look this one has lights!” “this one looks like it got snowed on!” “this one is so small and cute, look!” “(y/n), are you listening?” 

first thing you did as soon as you got home was decorating and putting everything up, eventually waking up everyone at the dorm with your laughs and banter

“i'm glad we got this one, the bigger one wasn’t as cute” “i told you this was fun but you never listen” “i could have been doing something more productive in this time” “but just looking at it gives you a serotonin boost” “shut up” “you know I'm right” “y’all hear sum?” “tell me i’m right, you grinch!”

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#SUNOO

this boy is so excited for the holidays !! he’s already done with all his gift shopping, and it only hits him now that there’s no tree to cover these carefully wrapped presents !!

“(y/n) you need to come over right now we need to find a christmas tree”

you didn't know how he could’ve completely missed that there was no tree at the dorm, but went along anyway

a true perfectionist at heart, he needs the tree to look exactly how he had it pictured in his mind. it’s endearing at first, but at some point you start wondering why he doesn’t help out if he’s got such a great idea (/nm)

insists on putting the very last ornament at the top and won’t hesitate to take an excessive amount of pictures, posting them all with captions like “aren't i the best at decorating”

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#JUNGWON

he’s not necessarily excited, but also doesn’t complain when you insist the dorm needs a christmas tree

“is this within our budget” “it’ll be a small tree, won, plus i’m bringing ornaments from my place to make it pretty”

slowly gets more excited the more you tell him what ribbons you like, the color scheme you’re planning. he’ll start chiming in when you’re indecisive

I definitely see him as the type to not really care for the aesthetics of it as long as you both like it. the other members will poke fun at the contrasting colors and patterns, but he really loves the festive-ness of it

give him the slightest compliment about how he has good taste or had a good idea and he’s a blushing mess. he’s definitely gonna remember it and replay the moment over and over for comfort

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#NI-KI

mans couldn’t care less about the christmas tree itself but if it means spending the entire day together count him in

(y/n) this, (y/n) that, it’s like he’s bouncing off the walls always wanting to show you something

when you first get your shopping cart he’ll look at you with a grin and ask if you wanna get inside so he can push you around

definitely asks you to do the same for him, resulting in all the old people with their grandkids giving you dirty looks

boasts about how he’s got great taste and your tree would look so ugly if it wasn’t for his amazing decoration skills. you only let him get away with it because he’s cute tbh

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ᝰ — taglist; @gyuuss​ @junityy​ @taejinxkoya​ @myluv-yeonjun​ @mykalon​  @heelariously​

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Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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