#short m reader

[ejundo]

𖤐. ⭒. ๋࣭ ⭑

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crack if that’s what its called erm? silly!!!

— random thoughts flooded my mind when at starbucks (to study) ransom… so i thought why not finally use my thoughts to. use! iykwim ??

warnings . - 𖤐. - cussing ? male reader and his enemy 🐺>.< [open to ftm :3] purposely lowercase.(somtimes uppercase) . 🌊 ⭑ ⭑ male reader male reader

!!! not proofread sorry if boring!!

it surely wasn’t a secret that the two were rivals… each and every class they conveniently had each other in. academic rivals sooo extremely cliché! y.n class president meanwhile, soo-yun was the student council president. they had always fought for the top of the class, bickering, nudging each other aggressively.

it certainly did not help that they were sitting next to each other. this only caused more arguments.theres always an effect to a cause right? well, here comes their consequence!

as per usual the two bickered and battered at each other, purposefully interrupting each other, kicking at their legs. even going so far as to yelling at eachother, the teacher being extremely mad. had slammed the desk aggressively ‘you two, have interrupted this class FAR to many times! stay after school for your punishment as you will be cleaning the gym top to bottom, including the theatre!’ the teacher aggressively said, she huffed as she pulled her glasses up.

soo-yun was shocked and so was y.n l.n, y.n being the most furious held the most bitchiest face up until the end of the day.

—

‘are you kidding me soo-yun!?’ y.n raised his voice as the two were the only ones in the school, well.. it seemed like it. ‘don’t fucking yell at me? your ass was the one being so fucking loud.’ soo-yun said in defense while looking down at the shorter male. his usual siren eyes and nonchalant expression not moving once while y.n gave him an earful.

‘lord i cannot BELIEVE that you got us into detention, arent you a student council? aren’t you supposed to be a good influence? not some loud obnoxio-‘

‘wow? do you never shut up?’ soo-yun interrupted the boys rambling. y.n furrowed his eyebrows and stormed off, taking deep breaths. ‘let us just grab the stuff from the janitors closet and we do our duty? yeah? and yes i do shut up just never around you!’ y.n said with a fake smile, continuing on signaling for soo-yun to follow him up to the third floor where their destination—janitors closet— would be

after a few minutes of walking, they eventually made it up to the third floor. soo-yun took the lead from now on as.. y.n wasn't aware as to where the janitors closet was. so, as y.n traveled at a reasonable distance behind soo-yun, he took notice of it. 'why are you so far away from me hm?' he turned his head to look at the short, aggresive, boy. 'afraid i'll bite?' soo-yun said in a cocky tone.

‘well if you, do. then there is a 99% chance i will catch rabies.’ y.n said with an extremely fake smile. rolling his eyes. ‘i see.. better stay far away from me. because i am not afraid to bite you y.n’ soo-yun grinned making a left into the corner of the third floor. one of the hot hookup places in the school.. its crazy.

y.n watched as soo-yun pulled out the key to the janitors closet, opening it up slowly letting y.n go first. ‘wow nicest thing you’ve done all. day!’ y.n said in a blunt tone. ‘aww how sweet of me?’ soo-yun smiled as he reached over the other boy to grab his own supplies, unintentionally holding his hip.

‘did you wear a new cologne?’ y.n mumbled as he slapped away soo-yuns hand. ‘you noticed?’ soo-yun looked down to y.n eyeing either his nose or his lips. ‘yes.. you smell less weird. and stop staring at my lips weirdo.’ y.n rolled his eyes reaching behind soo-yun to grab bleach for the bucket.

‘you’re so nice to me y.n…!’ soo-yun pat y.n’s head with a soft smile. ‘i love your sarcasm. now come on dingus..’

‘dont rush me!’

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ???

lowkey, this was a random thought while sitting in a starbucks with my head down as my friends chittered their chatter.! buuut this is soo-yun :3 just a silly

student council prezz >.< !! y.n is 18 and so is soo-yun 🤑 but i had some i dont really like this one because it seems boring and yk.. less interesting! soo-yuns fc is probably already posted after this!

[espinosaurusrexex]

Bucky who starts a purely platonic physical touch giving friendship with reader… until it turns into more

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  ｡✭･ﾟ

It starts off so innocently. Bucky just sat really close to you one day and noticed how the touch of your shoulder on his made him tingly all over.

The same happened when your hand brushed his, or you passed close by, and he caught a whiff of your hair - something that reminds him of the feeling he now seeks out when you’re around.

It’s no secret that either of you have been single a long time with basically no prospects for a future relationship, so no one questions when you and him suddenly hang out more.

He invites you over when you ask him if he was okay, and he realized that his day was in fact crappy and that if you offered to talk to him, he’d tell you all about it.

And when you sit on the sofa listening to Bucky talk, your hand instinctively found his and before Bucky knew it, his head was pressed into your shoulder, your nails raking over his scalp releasing a feeling within him, he can only describe as heavenly.

He loves it when you comfort him, and he loves comforting you, somehow knowing that you need this part of your friendship just as much as he does.

So it becomes a regular thing: when the rest of the team returns home to their spouses after a tiring mission, you and Bucky retreat to either one of your apartments under the pretense of not wanting to be alone.

Of course, neither of you planned for it to become so touchy and intimate... no, that would be insane, right?

It’s a normal afternoon for the two of you, hanging out at your place, a movie playing on TV, Bucky’s head buried in your chest as he lays half on top of you and you with your back against the sofa. Your hand rakes over his hair as his are halfway tugged beneath your body, seeking all the warmth he can get.

The physical touch aspect of your relationship has somehow crossed the lines between friends, but neither of you care. It feels too good to be held and protected to stop.

Bucky hasn't felt the caring touch of a partner in decades and you... well, let's just say that all men before Bucky didn't feel the need to express their love through aftercare - not that Bucky is in any way shape or form about to give said aftercare... no, you are just friends. Just. Friends.

Friends who frequently hide their hands in the other's jacket when the cold catches up to them.

Friends who bury their faces in each other's chest and lap like it is the most normal thing a person can do to another.

Friends who somehow always wonder if the other feels that spark ignite whenever they hold each other close.

Bucky feels the sensation when he's practically caging you beneath his upper body of the sofa. He lifts his head as he usually does to see if maybe this time he could magically hear your thoughts.

"What's up?"

He shakes his head. "I just really enjoy this." he mumbles and blushes, and your hand suddenly stops its path along his scalp.

"Me too." you smile and look into his eyes.

normally he'd put his head back, and you'd resume watching the movie, but something is different today.

maybe it's the way his hair looks perfectly tousled by your constant motions, or maybe it's the way he slowly blinks at you like a very comfortable pet.

but you finally find the courage to kiss him.

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[grymghoul]

Choking on ASTARION's cock so politely. Staring up at him as his nimble fingers part your hair. He can't even bring himself to close a fist around the strands. The weight of the limb encourages you to dip further down, huffing a breath against the barely there hairs at his base.

"Gods, darling, that is simply.. sinful."

[klausysworld]

(Very short little piece but a small idea that kept nagging me)

The Colour In His Life

Elijah, Rebekah and Hayley made their way into the gallery, a sigh of annoyance and confusion on each of their faces, bare Elijah who remained unreadable as ever.

"I don't understand why Klaus wouldn't tell us he had a show on." Hayley muttered with a small frown and Rebekah hummed in agreement.

"He's usually all for flaunting his talents and what not." She scoffed as they made their way through the hall in an attempt to find him whilst paying the faintest attention to the paintings hung across each wall.

Both women stumbled slightly as Elijah's arms darted out to stop them all in their path. "What was that for?" Rebekah snapped, before following the direction of Elijah's eyes.

Klaus was stood with his arms round a young women from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both started up at an abstract piece of art. It was difficult to hear much of anything over the chatter of the hall but Elijah was able to focus in.

"We should make another one just like this one." Niklaus murmured against her ear, his head turning to kiss the side of her neck as she squirmed and blushed red.

"That was..." She swallowed a lump, trailing off as he chuckled.

"A beautiful night." He purred against her. Elijah's eyes darted to the painting, this time realising the distorted hand marks and the way her hair must've sprawled over the paper in their...time together. He would have sighed but nothing was surprising for Niklaus, except that he'd been able to hide this new lover of his from them all for, by the looks of things, quite some time.

"We've been hovering here to long, people will start to stare at it too hard and figure it out." She whispered, Elijah could hear the gentle nerves and was surprised as Niklaus's hand took hers and interlaced their fingers, he was being comforting. It's nice to know he's capable I suppose. Elijah thought to himself.

He watched as they made their way to the next few paintings, listened to the girl praise and gush over everything Klaus had created. And yet, Niklaus did not gloat and his chest did not puff out as his ego was stroked.

No, Niklaus was only looking at her.

Elijah had not seen love on his brother too often, even over a millennia it had been rare for that feeling to be so raw that the naked eye could perceive it. But in that moment there was no doubting the feelings coloured across Klaus's features.

In silent agreement all three followed the couple at a reasonable but hearable distance.

The path seemed to wind a little, Rebekah's eyes narrowed as they turned corner after corner, Hayley narrowly catching the door that said employees only. Perhaps they were anticipating a confrontation by following them in but they quickly came to a stop. Going so far as to hold the breath that they didn't need as they hoped that Klaus wouldn't pick up on their presence.

Rebekah's eyes almost fell out of her head at he sight on her brother down on one knee.

The girl was in tears, her head nodding even as he continued his speech. Even after he'd pushed the ring along her finger and pulled her into his embrace.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" She chanted quietly, snuggling into him, pulling back only to kiss his mouth and reiterate her response.

Hayley's eyes drifted over the walls covered in familiar scenery, places in New Orleans. It quickly became apparent that they must have been special places to the pair, perhaps significant date locations. It melted her heart a little.

Thankfully Klaus was far too busy to notice them being their or the soft click of the door as they left.

Instead he focused on the bride to be in his arms all while his family sat at home looking to one another in some question of how on earth they had managed to miss such a huge thing.

"At least we know why he didn't invite us to his show..."

[stormyelliotwritez]

LOGAN AND HIS HOT GUY FRIEND PT 2

heheheheheehhe, time to incorporate the clothing stuff

It had been a long long day and Logan had just gotten home and once again, you were sitting on their couch. He watched you for a moment. You had a flannel on and a white singlet so basically just like him. You stood up and he did a double glance. You’d tied it tight around your waist? His eyes went wide at the sight of your hip. He’s just a man after all.

“Oh, hey Logan,” you said with a smile before walking into the kitchen and stealing a beer from their fridge.

“You-you look good,” he said, kinda nervously but also somehow suavely.

“Thanks,” you said before opening the beer with your teeth once again and then taking a swig.

He walked over and stepped around you. His hand lightly touched your back and you shivered. He grabbed a beer, opened it with his teeth and then took a swig, swinging his head back violently. The two of you just stood in the kitchen for a moment before he cleared his throat and looked you over again.

“Wade says I should get out more. You into guys?” He asked bluntly, already thinking he knew the answer.

Your jaw dropped slightly before you took another drink for courage and then nodded. “Yep, I’m into them. The outfit give me away?”

He chuckled and thought back to a lumberjack he’d had a thing with once upon a time who dressed like that. “Yeah, yeah, the outfit gave ya away, bub.”

Eventually, you two sat down at the table again and shared stories and just chatted well into the afternoon. Wade came home and commented on what a cute couple you were and you blushed and Logan told him to shut up. He left and you two just kept chatting until something obviously stayed on Logan’s mind.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You asked.

“Nuffin, just what Wade said,” he said absentmindedly, waving ya off with a beer in his hand.

That piqued your interest. Wade only said… that you guys were a cute couple.

“I’m down,” you said quickly.

Logan’s head swiveled to look at you, his eyes wide like a startled deers. “Down for what?”

“To date you,” you said, throwing your hesitation to the wind.

“You know what, why not? You’re a good looking guy, aintcha?” Logan said with a smirk before leaning forwards.

“And I bet you’d look better without that flannel on,” he whispered before standing up and holding out his hand, the one without the beer.

You stood up as well, took another swig of the beer, throwing your head back, and then took his hand. He led you to his bedroom where it was obvious you’d be staying the night.

[solar-wing]

⚣ Disobey 😠

⚣😠 A/N → i... don't ask. just..don't. I'm so ashamed. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Rough Anal | Orgasm Denial | Controlling Behavior | Dom/Sub Vibes |

⚣😠 Summary → Conner has had enough of Y/N disobeying him.

⚣😠 Words → 1.3K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 😠

"a-ah, fuck ... ! Please let me cum!"

Conner pressed the young mage harder against the wall, laying another hard smack on his bottom while thrusting in and out of his quivering hole. He also held a tight grip on the boy's throbbing and red cock, squeezing at the base whenever he could tell the boy was about to cum.

The Kryptonian grunted in his ear while increasing the intensity of his thrusts, "Don't tell me what to do. I'm not ready for you to cum yet, got it? You're going to learn how to follow orders," He delivered an extra hard push with that sentence while squeezing down again on the poor boy's whimpering dick, pulling a needy whine from him.

Earlier that day, Batman briefed the team on a mission where they were to recover a powerful magical relic from some ancient ruins before a group of cultists found it and delivered it to their leader. When they arrived, the group split off into pairs to find the relic faster, Superboy ordered Y/N to come with him, even though some felt it'd be better if he and Zatanna went together.

Superboy instructed the young mage to stay close to him at all times and not wander off, sensing the place would have various booby traps. As they were looking through the ruins, Y/N got curious and wandered off to look at some interesting-looking markings on the walls, accidentally activating the magical defenses.

Thankfully, the spell to nullify it was simple enough. But it didn't make the Kryptonian any less angry with him.

Then, when they eventually ran into the cultists who had found the relic, Superboy instructed Y/N to run and grab help while he held them off. Of course, that wasn't the smartest idea since he was more vulnerable to magic attacks than the mage.

Y/N didn't listen though and had engaged the cultists himself, Superboy's anger doubling at the mage's disobedience. They were able to hold them off long enough for the rest of the team to show up and fight together.

Y/N managed to steal the relic back from the cult and the team successfully defeated them with only a few of the cultists getting away. Everyone congratulated the young mage for his quick thinking, but Superboy was still furious with him.

When they returned to the Cave, Conner roughly pulled the boy aside to his room before slamming and locking the door, proceeding to scold the young mage. The Kryptonian yelled at him for not listening to him and putting himself in danger, calling the boy reckless and irresponsible.

Y/N didn't take well to that and argued back, defending himself, turning it into a full-blown argument until the two were in each other's faces.

"You need to learn some fucking respect. You may be strong, but you're still new. I've been a part of this team from the start and have more experience than you, so you need to learn to listen to me." Conner growled, getting in the boy's face.

"I'm not a child! I can take care of myself, thank you very much. And last I checked, you aren't the leader of this team, Kaldur is, so back off. I don't have to listen to you and I don't need you to protect me." Y/N growled back, before shoving his way past the Kryptonian towards the door.

He didn't make it far though before Conner grabbed his arm and yanked him back, pinning him to the bed, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm leaving, I don't need to deal with this right now," Y/N said, struggling against the Kryptonian's hold.

Conner growled in his ear, "You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh, fuck you, Superboy." Y/N snapped, glaring daggers at the Kryptonian.

Conner glared back before suddenly crushing his lips against Y/N's, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Y/N struggled and fought against the Kryptonian's hold, but couldn't break free from his grip. Conner pulled away and smirked at the mage, "You're going to learn how to listen to me, whether you like it or not."

That's how Y/N found himself currently pinned against the wall, his ass in the air with the Kryptonian's cock thrusting into him.

Conner continued to slam his hips forward, making sure to graze over the young hero's prostate every time. The squelching of his wet cock, the loud slapping of their skin, and the grunting from both of them filled the room.

The young hero could only take the pounding, his legs were starting to feel like jelly and he was sure he would've fallen by now if the Kryptonian wasn't holding him up.

"please ... I’ll beg for it, do whatever you want for it ... please ... " Y/N cried out, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Conner smirked and leaned forward, "I'm not ready for you to cum just yet."

"Please! I've learned my lesson, I promise! I'll do anything, please just let me cum!" Y/N begged, his voice cracking.

"Anything, huh? I don't believe you" Conner said, his hips not faltering in their thrusts.

"Please, I promise! I'll do whatever you ask, I'll listen to your every command, I'll never go against your word, just please let me cum!" Y/N sobbed, his cock was so hard and red, he needed release.

"Fine, but you're going to cum untouched, and you're going to take all of my cum inside you, got it?" Conner growled in the boy's ear, releasing the boy's cock and placing both hands under his ass, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"I'm going to fill you up so much, you'll be leaking my cum for days. And if you ever disobey me again, I'll punish you even harder, understand?" Conner said, his tone stern and threatening., pressing their fronts together while burying his face into the smaller male's neck, his teeth scraping his skin.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I promise to be good from now on!" Y/N moaned, feeling the Kryptonian's thrusts become more powerful and the heat inside him build.

"Fuck, you're such a good boy for me, aren't you? My perfect little boy," Conner praised, licking a stripe up the boy's neck, "I'm so close, I'm going to fill you up so much, gonna fill you to the brim..."

"Please, please, please..." Y/N pleaded, his breath ragged and short as his cock dripped pre-cum, he was so close.

Conner suddenly grabbed his cock, squeezing it again, pushing down the boy's release.

"AH a-ah, fuck ...no, please !" The boy cried out from the overstimulating pain, punching his fists against the Kryptonian's sweaty back.

Conner chuckled darkly, his hand moving to stroke the boy's throbbing cock, speeding up his thrusts, hitting his prostate dead-on every time.

"Cum for me, baby."

The young hero screamed out, his body spasming as his release finally hit him, his cock spurting thick white ropes of cum all over the Kryptonian's hand and abs. Conner grunted as he continued his relentless thrusting, his balls tightening as his release came crashing down.

With one final thrust, the Kryptonian buried his cock deep inside the boy, shooting thick loads of hot cum inside him.

The two boys panted heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat as they tried to catch their breaths. Conner leaned up, using one hand to tilt the boy's head up before placing a final rough kiss against his lips.

"Hopefully this teaches you a lesson. Don't ever disobey me again." Conner said, pulling his cock out, his cum leaking out of the boy's hole and down his thighs.

Y/N whimpered from the emptiness, slowly letting his legs down to the ground before they were roughly pulled back up.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done here, not by a long shot. You're staying here and we're going to have some more fun," Conner growled in the boy's ear, pulling his cum-covered hand up to his lips, "Now clean my hand, you made quite a mess."

Y/N obeyed, his tongue running across the Kryptonian's hand, licking off all the cum.

"Good boy. Now, on your knees."

The young hero knew he was in for a long night.

☀️ | Conner Kent/Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[sauvhffp]

★| 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄.

sypnosis: you and ushijima are fuck buddies. he comes to you to let off steam and vice versa. you suddenly confront him and tell him that you want to end things with him and he fucks that idea out of you.

𝅄 ༊࿐⠀ִ⠀ i am ashamed to say that this was inspired by a scenario with an ushijima bot i had in ca.i except i took the route that contained more angry sex

CONTENT WARNING ! — ushijima wakatoshi x m!reader (both are in 3rd yr of college) cockwarming, manhandling, aggressive/angry sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, hair gripping, ooc, reader and ushi have a heart-to-heart session while ushi jr. is drowning in reader's ass. minors do not interact.

wc— 2.2k

"Whha—hng!" You clench your teeth as his dick knocks on the entrance of your stomach, forcibly trying to pop its head in the tiny opening for him to be able to fill you up with his seed in the literal way. "Slow dow—ushi!"

You could do nothing but whine, ass swallowing his cock in its full glory. You can't even move an inch, even if you flinch. He's got you elevated in this position; strong arms hooked under your knees, hands gripping your head that's forcibly making you stare at the way his dick was undoubtedly pounding your poor ass, your legs just stupidly swinging up and down along with your still hard, bite-sized, penis.

He was manhandling you in a way he knows you love.

You were someone who loved a good dicking down every now and often. You loved the feeling of going dumb, body aching with pleasure and your brain a mess, unable to think of anything but just cock. Outside that, though, you were a smart, quick-witted guy who excelled in everything academic related.

So with all the stress piling up due to the upcoming finals, you found yourself in search of dick to cool your jets and to not overload your brain with pressure. Of course, you'd have never expected to find someone like him and be in this kind of relationship with the heart of this university's volleyball star; Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You guess it probably was the alcohol you downed three bottles of during that one senior party that influenced the slut in you to make a move on the famously stoic individual you've ever met. I mean, have you seen the guy? He was every woman's wet dream! Including yours, too. Though, you were never truly expecting anything to happen with all your drunkenly spew you called "flirting." You were wholeheartedly expecting a nonchalant response from him, not a body left with bruises and hickies paired with a gaping hole when you woke up in an extravagant motel room.

You've never left him alone since.

How you managed to convince him to use you as an outlet to release his own stress and basically become his personal cumdump was beyond you. It was a story to tell your nephews and aunties in the near future because fucking a hunk; a volleyball dude; was the first for your entire lineage. For now, you were getting fucked like you were nothing but a breathing fleshlight.

"Fffhuu—hgkk!" Ushijima purposely sent a particularly harsh thrust in your ass. His dick was pressed against your prostate, and by gods, did it feel so deliciously painful. Your hands fumbled about, scratching his firm muscle that was hooked beneath your knees from the mind-numbing pleasure. Your face, contorted in pleasure, reflected on the abandoned bathroom mirror of the uni building you both attend in. Your soft, pink tongue peeked out of your mouth, the upper half of it resting on your teeth as thick globs of tears dripped down your starry eyes. The tears contributed to the shine in them. "Uhg—Ushii—!"

"Plea—hngg" Gulping down the spit before you start choking from being unable to breathe, you throw your head back on his shoulder blades as he slowly grinds his cock against your spot. "S—Slow down for a moment—god... Why're you so suddenly—?"

Ushijima, this fucking dickwad (questionable), didn't even let you finish your complaint before continuing his pace. You can't even look at him through the mirror because your body feels so putty, and you're fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the back of your skull. You don't have the strength to raise your head nor grind back on his cock to tease him. The only thing you can do now is grip on his hand, keen, cry, and be used. In any other time, you would have loved this kind of sex, especially because Ushijima was a bit of a freak himself behind that picture of nonchalance.

But like—aren't you supposed to be breaking off this arrangement in the first place...?

"Angh!" You cried out as your dick spurted clear cum. Ushijima sank his teeth on the slope of your neck. He littered soft kisses all over it all the while destroying your insides. He sucked and nipped on the teeth marks he left, sighing when he felt you clench weakly around him. "Hhhng... Seriously..." Sobbing, you can feel him chuckle on your skin. He wasn't even sorry for you. This bastard...

"Wh—What is wrong with you...?" Taking all the remaining strength you have left, you raise your head to look at him through the mirror. "I already missed my 4th lesson because of you. Wh-What the hell is your deal...?!"

"..." Ushijima didn't say anything. Though, when he directly looked at you with a heavy gaze, you felt your heart jump (and ass clench).

"What? D-Don't look at me like that!" You scream in embarrassment, closing your eyes to save yourself from the shame of seeing Ushijima slut you out in the middle of lecture hours. You don't want to have to suck off your professor just to save you from his unfair grading of your marks again. You remember having to skip dinner from the appalling stink that left a bad taste of his unwashed, uncut, dick on your mouth. Ugh. "Are you upset that I said that I didn't want to have sex with you anymore?! Is my bussy that good?!"

Of course, you just had to crack such a hilarious joke when his dick is still perched snuggly inside your ass. You can't even be rewarded with the embarrassment from committing such an atrocious crime cause his dick was pulsing inside you. You can feel it throbbing, feel every length and ridge of its veins. No other dick can ever compare to this guy's, and it's the reality you've come to terms with.

While you were busy shaking—with your ass gobbling his cock like it was the last supper—you failed to notice the stare that Ushijima had been shooting you darkened even more. You could feel his fingertips scrape against your skull when he curled his fingers to grip your hair in his hands, tilting your head so that you could fully face the mirror in front of you.

"[Name]." The tone in his voice made you curl your toes, dick squirting pre. You came so much that it was beginning to sting. "... Open your eyes."

Well, shit. If he's asking like that, you might just sign off your freedom of choice to this guy. You slowly crack your eyes open, eyesight getting trippy from all the harsh movements of before and from clenching your eyes shut. Once you adjust, you look into the mirror. No, you look into Ushijima.

You cum.

In relflex, your legs buck themselves and try to close, but with Ushijima's firm arms locking them in place, spread eagle style, you don't get to save yourself from the shame of squirting from the intensity of his gaze bore into you. You weren't even allowed to look at your squirting dick when the strands of your hair were being gripped by the hands of someone who passionately spank balls. His amber eyes spoke more languages than humans could not fathom. Hell, you think that it might be speaking to you in ceasar cipher.

In short, he looked fucking annoyed. Frustraded, perchance. Moreover, he has this look on his face whenever his team was at a disadvantage or when he was playing a losing game.

Ushijima Wakatoshi is pissed.

"Hey..." You slowly start realizing the situation you're in. Realizing how much you've been overlooking when you refused to acknowledge your own festering feelings. "You're not actually mad about that, are you?"

Despite the serious atmosphere, the dude's dick was still hard. Talk about commitment.

"Hey... mngh- T-Talk to me, damn it..." You shudder as you feel him slow down, opting to just spread you open on his dick as he straightens his back into a more comfortable position for the both of you. It makes you wonder if his muscles were getting sore for carrying a heavy ass like you while thrusting so wildly into your heat. Christ, the thought itself does things to you that you can't put into words. "Stop moving for a bit- god, you animal-"

"No." Was all that he could say. You felt your stomach twist.

""No" what?" You clenched your teeth as you stared into his amber eyes refusing to look away from your own. "No to slowing down? Oh, c'mon, dude... Just- hng- gimme a break-"

"Why?" Oh my god, "why" what?! Is this bitch seriously asking why I want to take a quick break from this mind-numbing bathroom stall sex?!

"Listen, Ushi, do you really need to ask-"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Now he's asking coherent questions. Gosh, finally. "Well..." You close your eyes, actually pondering the answer. "Not really. It feels good, so no. Just give me a moment to catch myself." You answer with a sigh, grabbing onto his forearms as you relax in his hold (even though your thighs are literally spread in mid-air with your micro-dick exposed) "Seriously, though... The fuck's gotten into you?"

"..." Ushijima didn't answer. Instead, he let go of your head and thighs gently as he wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you up while he used his other hand to close the toilet lid. He then maneuvered your clueless ass to sit on his dick as he sat down on the toilet. This man... Is he... Seriously treating you as his cocksleeve to warm his still hard dick? While you both have a conversation? While you both miss both of your remaining lectures of the afternoon? Insane shit.

You both sat there in silence with you looking and feeling hella confused and Ushijima leaning to bury his face on the crook of your neck as he held you in his arms. He leaned back on the toilet and you both stayed like that for a while. Huh.

... What the fuck...?

"Oi. Will you just hurry up and tell me? You don't want to break the arrangement, don't you?" You grumble. "You coulda just told me straight up, y'know. And to not try to fuck the thought out of me. That's cliché as hell, and I didn't think you'd resort to bullshit like that."

"Sorry."

"You should be, asshole." You scoff. You lean against his lean build, stirring his junior inside of you but Ushiwaka jr. isn't important now. What's important is this big baby clutching onto you like you're going to sprint out of here any second now.

You reach out to scratch his scalp, adjusting your position on his lap while ultimately letting out little noises from grinding onto his shaft. Man, couldn't he just have pulled out, just for this moment? You can't help but scratch his head a little harsher from the thought. "Idiot. If you liked me so much, you really should have just told me. I like you too, for the record. And I was trying to break off our arrangements 'cause I thought you had a thing for the woman in the sports department. You and her seemed really close, y'know. I didn't want to hold you back for a girl like her."

"Hmf." Ushijima scoffed before raising his head, perching his chin on the blades of your shoulder. "Look who's talking. Who was it that said "You should have just told me" a while ago?"

"Touché. I got confirmation from your teammate, though. He told me that you went to date with her the other day." You huffed back, tugging on his hair as you snarled. "You can't really blame me, can you?"

"You still should've just asked." The thick pad of his thumb caressed your stomach through your shirt. He mumbled next to your ear in a low, mellow tone. "I did go on a date with her because she asked me out first. I figured I'd go and see where it leads, but..." A small smile made it's way to his lips as he held you closer. "I like you too much."

"Oh yeah? Is that really the reason? Or is my bussy just too good to let go?'"

"Mm. Whatever you say."

In the end, you both stuck around inside the bathroom stall until this period of the lecture ends. Of course, you both fucked until it was time to peel yourselves off of each other. Once you both did and fixed yourselves, you didn't just gave him a slap on the ass for the good fuck this time. Instead, you cupped his face and gave him the most passionate kiss you've ever given to another breathing person (not like you ever did that to a non-breathing person anyway) and gave him a slap on the ass after you muttered the words "Love you, Ushi." and practically skipped out of the bathroom with a face filled with glee.

You wouldn't admit it, but even if you didn't like Ushijima, you'd still bet that the fuck you have received in that bathroom would've definitely fucked the thought of breaking things off with ushijima out of your brain.

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chat how many months has it been? my bad if this is bad TT my ass gon b missing after ts cs i gots so much to do... i'm so cooked this year

[yourfavouritebookseller]

Graveyard Shift

M. L. Rio

2024 Books, from the library

[kabr0ztrousers]

A guilty fem reader who cannot take her eyes or hands off her cow hybrid step moms large tits?

I just love titties man

Kabr0z Writes Episode 85: Mommy Milkers

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Mild fauxcest; breastfeeding;

A/N: In the wake of a little fanmail and a little sleep deprivation, I'm gonna take 🪽 anon's advice to heart and make this one a little shorter.

Still plenty of focus on some lovely tits, and I'm not talking ornithology

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She held you so close. Her heartbeat thumped in your ear, through the soft flesh of her breast and the cable-knit of her jumper. You lay on her, head resting against her chest. More than the warmth of the embrace, the oasis of calm after a long day. Her perfume filled your senses: light, floral, summery despite the bitter cold outside.

Your stepmother stroked your long hair, smoothing it against your back as her nails traced the curves of your scalp and your neck. She was always very physical in her affection, gently mooing as she held you to her breast, lulling you into a doze. You nuzzled into her, wrapping your arms around her as you yawned into the plush warmth.

“Aww, somebody tired?” she mooed softly into your ear

You nodded a little, eyes drooping as her jumper pulled up from under you before coming back down over you. The warm light of the sitting room took on a pale cast as it filtered through the off-white wool.

She was so warm. Braless breasts either side of your head surrounding you with pleasant heat. She shifted around you, positioning an erect nipple at your lips. You opened your mouth obediently, taking the fleshy nub into your mouth

“Good girl, drink up now”

You murmured your assent as you started to suck. A gentle hand held you to her, sweet milk dribbling into your mouth as you squoze her tit, coaxing it out. You drank greedily, sucking harder as she mooed over you, holding you tenderly as she fed you.

Your eyes grew heavier. The warm skin and soft wool cushioning you, the sound of her braying just audible over the sounds of her breath and the comforting metronome of her heart.

Gradually, you fell to a deep sleep

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So that's 300 words of gentle fauxcest breastfeeding. Which may or may not be the first time anyone has typed that sentence.

Something, something, send a request. There's 85 of these suckers, you know the drill

[desceros]

crawls in. drops off a link for you. crawls away

[espinosaurusrexex]

You try to find Bucky a date but he only has eyes for you

a/n: playful Bucky and "clueless" reader are my new fave

word count: ~800

warnings: fun fluff, teeny bit angst

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Do you have any preferences for a partner?” You sat next to Bucky on the sofa in the common room, determined to find the perfect date for him upon request from Sam.

“Well, I’m very particular when it comes to my type.” Bucky clasped his hands in his lap as he eyed you opening your notes app. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of dating anyone. Well, anyone that wasn’t you to be clear. There was a reason he’d yet to ask anyone out since working here. The same reason he chose to entertain your attempt to set him up. He liked spending time with you. 

“Particular is good. More details mean I can find the perfect person for you.” You beamed at him and Bucky cursed under his breath when his heart did the somersault thing. 

Then he decided to shrug it off. “If you think so.”

Seemingly nonchalant, he watched you prepare some bullet points on your phone, itching to reach out and smack the thing from your grasp so you could hold his hand instead. 

“I am the perfect matchmaker, Bucky. You should be glad I’m helping you. The amount of feedback I’m given for my relationship expertise is unmatched.”

“Think I should check your references, doll,” Bucky smirked. “Cause you never once went on a date since I’ve been here.”

You stared at him blankly and Bucky took the opportunity to look at your lips. And just as he suspected, they looked perfectly kissable today.

“Coaches don’t play, Bucky.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, making Bucky chuckle. 

“Okay now, favorite hair color?”

“I do enjoy a nice y/h/c,” Bucky answered immediately. He knew you’d not let this go, so he might as well play into it. He knew exactly who his type was, so the questions shouldn’t be too hard. 

“Preferred height?” You typed away and Bucky stood and held up his hand to the spot he knew your head ended when you stood next to him. “Abooooout this tall.” 

You glanced at him swiftly, nodding and typing the info like a machine. Bucky chuckled again. You were so invested, he could probably say your name as his preferred one in a partner and you’d write it down without question. 

“Perfect eye color?” 

“Y/e/c.” You froze in your tracks for a second and then you proceeded to type. 

“Wait,” Bucky said, grabbing your face with his metal hand and looking into your eyes with furrowed brows. “Y/e/c with those beautiful speck in ‘em. That’s what I like...”

He watched as your pupils switched between his and Bucky wondered if you’d finally caught on. He wasn’t trying to hide it, after all. However, all he got was another moment of intimate eye contact before your jaw slightly pressed against his hand with the next question tumbling out of you.

“Preferred occupation?” There was the hint of a smile on your lips, and Bucky couldn’t have missed it. Maybe you were even wittier than he thought you to be. 

“Hmmm....” He tabbed his chin now embracing the game you’d invited him into. “I’d die for a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.” He let go of your face. “Maybe an avenger even - I think that would be perfect for me.”

Bucky turned back slightly, now watching you out of the corner of his eye, heart hammering in his chest yet again. Your fingers typed furiously on that phone of yours and his hand began to sweat. It was fun while it lasted, now he’d have to go back to serious. 

“Bucky-“ his heart dropped when you whispered his name as you watched your notes. But then you put your phone down and grabbed his hands. God, this was worse. You’d let him down easy - somehow he wanted you to be clueless again. “I think I may have the perfect candidate for you.” 

That’s when he finally found the courage to look at you again. Firstly at your hands which were gently wrapped around his and then your face, where big eyes were watching him from below. 

His chest deflated when he saw the unreadable expression in your eyes. “You don’t have to-“

Bucky didn’t get to finish his sentence because warm pillowy lips were pressed to his and catapulted him into a state of utter shock and disbelief. After a few seconds of freeze mode, your fingers squeezed his gently, as a reminder that this was truly happening. And before any more time could have gone to waste, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you with an urgency that had settled deep in his bones. Maybe you weren’t so clueless after all...

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[pupsqueakerz]

hada silly lil thought...doin choso's makeup while sittin on his lap, hehe....had 'ta write somethin quick bout it!!!

cw: not proof read, m!reader, no pronouns other than "you" used though.

" almost done...."

you mutter, your eyes narrowed in concentration. your hands steady as you press the lipgloss applicator to choso's lip, the pink tint smearing across his lips.

a satisfied huff slips past your lips as you lean back, closing the tub of lipgloss, "there we go". choso stared down at you, finding it amusing how proud you were about finally convincing him to let you do his makeup.

" guess i"m pretty now, huh?" he asks, leaning in for a kiss. only for you to lean back, away from him, "wait wait-" your lips pout as a huff leaves your lips, "you're gonna ruin your makeup n' you haven't even seen yourself yet."

choso ignores your complaint, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he chuckles, "doesn't matter-" he mumbles, " 've been staring at your cute face for the past 20 minutes" his lips press against your jaw, smearing the pink across your skin as he kisses you, "and you looked so damn cute all concentrated n stuff" he continued, pressing another kiss to the corner of you lips.

"choso-" you start to protest, only to get cut off by his lips pressing against yours. you can't help but giggle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him back.

he pulls away with a sigh, his eyes flickering over your face. one of his hands leaves your hip, cupping the side of your face. his thumb brushing the edge of your bottom lip, wiping away some of the gloss that transfered, "plus, it looks better on you anyways..."

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

Hi I have a request!! Could you write a male reader who meets a male siren and has no idea how dangerous they are so they’re just touching the sharp teeth and claws and fins and who’s mean/moody about it all but gains a soft spot for them. Bonus points if they can’t understand each other

Also your ask saying “yes little one is so comforting” 🥹🥹

I have a lot on my plate with writing atm, BUT I REALLY LIKED THIS IDEA SO HERE'S A LITTLE SHORT~

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"Wait...you can retract your claws?" You gasped. The aquatic humanoid tried to scramble away but you were quicker. Your hands snatched the Siren's wrist and yanked it back onto the boat. The Siren yelped in surprise as he was tugged back onto the banister of the ship.

Its tail curled around itself protectively. Keeping you at arms length as you inspected its hand curiously.

You pressed on the digits of the creature's fingers which caused long, silvery barbs to poke out from under their finger tips.

"Oh, that's cool. I've never seen a Siren up close before." You smiled.

The creature hissed. Snatching away its hand and spoke in a gargled, but rather melodic, voice. You couldn't understand it. But when you focused on its lips, trying to make out any words that sounded familiar, you made a soft 'ooooo' noise and moved closer.

The creature reeled back. Hissing, claws extended ready to strike. But you merely moved under its arm and were so close it could smell the peppermint toothpaste on your breath.

"Two rows of teeth? Whoa!" You cooed on and on about the Siren's anatomy as the beast sat, frozen in confusion, on the ship's railing. It dropped its hand, the claws retracting back into its flesh when it realized you weren't attacking it.

It recoiled from any touch you tried to give, but then gave up when it realized you were a very pushy human. Closing any space the Siren made to look at him more closely.

This is humiliating... The Siren thought bitterly. Glancing back at the rolling dark waves, hoping none of his swarm saw him conversing with this human male. He was meant to be seducing the human. Not letting it touch him.

Warm fingers brushed over the scales of his cheek and the Siren snapped at the human's hand. Sharp teeth mere inches from your flesh. The human, surprisingly, didn't show any terror to the flared fins around the Siren's face. Making the creature look more intimidating with dark, sharp spines protruding from its head like a crown.

"Wow, those are gorgeous!" You said, smiling up at the small sails that framed the creature's neck.

The Siren immediately dropped the threat display with an annoyed grumble. He had no idea what you were saying but not an ounce of fear dripped from your voice.

Well, I can't eat him now...The Siren thought in irritation. Then glanced at the excited expression of the human again as it discovered the swirling gossamer coloring of the Siren's scales. The creature let you touch his arm. Even if the warmth from your touch felt uncomfortable against his cool flesh.

"You have no idea how close you had come to being consumed...do you..." The Siren asked. Watching your eyes flicker to his mouth, as if trying to decipher his words. "....You're lucky I ate yesterday."

You said something in reply but the Siren couldn't understand it. He merely busied himself with watching the storm loom closer to your vessel.

You'd need to leave soon. Or risk your ship crashing against the reef.

Thankfully, you seemed to notice this as well and sighed. "I should start heading back to shore. It was nice meeting you." You offered the creature your hand. And the Siren glanced down at your palm with a twitch to his lips.

"What? Am I meant to take a finger as payment?" The Siren scoffed. But took your hand in both of his anyway and went to choose which digit would be tastiest.

But then you shook the creature's arms. Startling the beast, before ripping your hand out of the Siren's grasp and turning away. Waving over your shoulder. "See you next time, Siren!" You called back. Leaving the beast stuttering after you. His palms still warm from your touch.

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Also, I totally forgot that's what I put as my ask box prompt!

[mihanisms]

I HAD AN EPIPHANY. A NON-MC READER EPIPHANY. I WANT TO WRITE A FIC NOW NOOOOO I CANT WRITE ANGST OH MY GOD MY HEART WILL SHATTER AND I'LL DIE MID-TYPE. STREAM QUIET BY RHYU BTW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[yaoiparker]

CRIMSON SMOKE (one-shot)

Warnings: no smut, male reader, goth!reader, might be occ, can be any Deadpool media, smoking

notes;;

• he calls you 'spooky'

• no use of Y/n

• established relationship

• quite short ig

a/n: tried to do a new style

It's been a month since you and Wade became official. You like the guy, you think he's hilarious! And so far, everything is quite nice. Wade is incredibly sweet in his own way- yeah sure the 3AM texts with memes are annoying but you appreciate the thought.

Tonight you were sitting at your usual hang out place, the local cemetery, you know this looks bad but it's calming and to know that these people had hopes, dreams, a life. It's sad but..somehow it's nice to think about (somewhat cause that's just plain creepy) but of course Wade doesn't get it.

He disturbs your philosophy thinking with smoking time with his voice. "Y'know if I knew sooner that you were into these type of places I would've called you on a date for a movie night, the movie would be ghost busters." He teased as he breaks the silence, his tone was laced with affection and somewhat sarcasm. He strolls up to your signature spot and sits beside you under that tree you really like- you roll your eyes the comment he made.

You look at him to continue the sudden conversation he started. "Well, I guess it's just me that's a bit freaky huh?" Wait that came out wrong. Your expression now expressing that cringed confusion. Wade finds it funny though (someone please take internet slang away from him)

"don't worry, bae" we match each other's freak quite nicely." Somebody stop him. You cringe at that while holding your cigarette between your fingers, Wade chuckles. "You're quite weird Wade." And you respect that. Despite Wades childish, dirty minded, idiotic antics you find comfort in just being with him, talking to him. It was calming more than anything

"never thought I would've seen you right back here again Spooky." He said as he jokingly called you 'spooky' he says it's a replacement for 'pookie'

"of course I am, I thought you liked my whole goth style." You teased a bit before taking a huff on your cigarette, Wade might've just gained another bone right there and there.

He responds with "Oh I do babe, I think that it's funny that you're playing into it. Your practically an old 2010s cartoon goth!" He joked without any ill intend. 'huh, guess I am practically one huh?' you think to yourself. You think of a comeback to his comment.

"well- at least I'm not some edgy ninja oc." You said trying to act cool, not working and plus that comeback was WEAK. Wade laughs at you.

"you gotta try harder then that spooky~!" He teased. He pokes your cheek teasingly as you're embarrassed by it. You push him away, making him land on the floor.

"Ow, but how forward of you!" He said happily. "But in all seriousness babe, I find your goth aesthetic really hot. I've gotta hand it to ya, you really are committed to this goth thingy, I mean it's straight out of a tim Burton dream..but sexier." You raise your eye brow at him

"what?"

"you're hot."

You roll your eyes at him, AGAIN. He's ridiculous, an idiot even. He moves closer to you and puts his arm around you romantically. "This is such a cool concept fic.." he commented against the authors will. You look at him confused, he's always on something.

You pull out your cigarette box and get a cig. "You wanna..?" You asked patiently at Wade. He stares at you for a moment, before tugging a smirk in the corner.

"Trying to corrupt me emo prince?" Ugh you hate it when he calls you that. "Oh the shame, you are promoting smoking..don't do what they do guys." You look at him annoyed and confused.

"you could've just said, no." He chuckles at your comment. You ignore that chuckle and just start smoking a new cig, Wade just admires you, your expression, your makeup, your outfit, basically everything. You leaned your head onto his shoulder a little tired.

"tired, spooky?" He asked teasingly you respond with a 'uh-huh' causing him to smile a bit under that mask. He pulls you into his chest and he starts caressing your head "yeah..that's what happens when you're awake at 3am and go to the graveyard." He sarcastically says and you groan in annoyance and tiredness

"so where do you wanna sleep tonight? My place or your place?" He asked curiously, you just shrug as you rub your eyes.

"what's closer, I guess.." you respond.

"So my place then?" He said with a smug smirk under his stupid mask. He pulls away your cigarette, and just kisses your forehead under the mask.

[stormyelliotwritez]

walk with me…

ftm reader who has been in love with logan for years but he thinks logan is straight and also logan like wont stop being in love with jean and is absolutely OBLIVIOUS that r likes him.. (literally all the other x men know) and honestly this can be like super angsty or just silly idc whatever the vibe u best think works

im gonna somehow go with mostly angst coz thats my fav so here goes

tw for gender dysphoria related to wanting to fit logan’s so called type

BUT HE’S STRAIGHT?

Logan was staring at Jean again. This was like the fifth time just this staff meeting. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. Maybe Charles would let you go lay down if you faked a fever but maybe he’d do the whole psychic thing and realize you were fine.

You sat through the rest of the meeting and then left quickly, feeling like a loser. It’s been years and he still hasn’t noticed you. He’s always staring at Jean who’s literally been in love with Scott since they met. Why won’t he stare at you? How the fuck is he straight? But alas, he is.

You walked to your room, tugging at your shirt and wishing it would fit better. Maybe he’d have noticed you if you weren’t a boy, if you’d stayed what you’d been born as. Maybe if you were still her, he’d think you were cute. Maybe he’d look at you how he looked at Jean.

You slammed your door shut and clambered onto your bed, curling up into a ball. You stayed there, just thinking, until eventually you fell asleep.

In the morning, you got up and after showering and getting dressed, you threw on the jacket you’d stolen from Logan a few months ago, the one with the school’s logo. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. It’s not like he ever noticed you.

You went about your day, bumping into Scott who made a faux growl sound like Logan’s to tease you and then bumping into Hank who sniffed your jacket and then applauded you on managing to steal from Logan. Later in the day, you ran head first into Storm, when you were trying to avoid Logan, and she glanced at him and then meowed at you teasingly. You’d swear on someone’s grave that the only person who didn’t know about your years old crush was the man himself, Logan.

You managed to avoid Logan all day until… dinner. He was sitting opposite the spot you always sat in. He was sitting there. Why was he sitting there was a question you couldn’t answer. You tugged at your jumper while holding your plate with one hand and you walked over to him.

“Logan,” you said with a nod.

“Bub,” he said back before looking you over.

He didn’t say anything about the jacket. He just sat there and ate his dinner and then stood up. He walked around to your side and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Nice jacket, bub.”

He then walked off, just like that.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? He didn’t know though. He would know about your ridiculous crush if he was listening to your heartbeat right now. Oh my god, so he knew you’d stolen it but he couldn’t put the damn pieces together?

You finished your dinner and walked off. You were halfway to your room when someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom. The door was slammed and you were disoriented in the dark.

“You like me, bub?”

That was Logan’s voice. Wait, he knew? How? But…

“Come on, I ain’t got all day,” he said abruptly.

You nodded. You were quite sure he could see in the dark and the scoff he made seemed to say so. How could you have been so stupid? He was probably going to hate you now. He was straight. He’d always been straight and in love with Jean. He was oblivious. He’d always been oblivious. He could never like you. You weren’t a girl, no matter how hard you wanted to still be one so he’d like you. Your heart was racing and soon enough, you were hyperventilating.

His hands were on your shoulders and you were being pulled into a hug, a hug that smelt of wood and fuel. He was hugging you?

“It’s okay, I got you, bub,” he placed a light kiss on your forehead, “I swing both ways, you know.”

You’d always hated that he was still taller than you, one of the downsides of not getting on T until your 20’s and- wait, what? He swings both ways?

“You-you do?” You said once your breathing had slowed.

He nodded. You couldn’t see it but you could feel it. He could like you… as you, as a man? You didn’t have to be someone else? You could just be you.

“Yep, now let’s go. I think there’s two beers calling our names in the teacher’s lounge,” he said before opening the door and pulling you out of the classroom. “Jean mentioned your little crush and now I gotta hear all about how you’ve been pining for me for years.”

Curse you, Jean, but thanks, was all you could think as you just nodded and walked with him to the teachers lounge.

pt 2 - he’s not straight?