#sorry i tried to organise this but it went all over the place

[masschase]

How would you describe Casey’s fashion taste!!!

Ooh what a fun question!

A phrase I say a lot in my head, at least for post-SRIV which is mainly when I draw her, is "goth but make it fashion" which really is a way of saying I draw what I find fun, haha.

Obviously all her style eras have some significance to her character at that time, but I'm trying to answer based on her "current" (2021 to at least 2024) style because otherwise this will take forever 🤣

She's able to be more herself in this era bc:

plenty of money

no pressures of being famous/being watched/running for president

Pierce indulging his fashion design side; he makes really good use of the Zin tech.

her friendship and later relationship with Matt kind of giving her someone to bounce off of like "am i doing this right?"

Anyway...

She's fond of chokers, fishnet, camo (they managed to rip that one from her circa-2012 but in 2022 IT RETURNS in her attack-the-new planet outfit), any form of cutouts or rips, showing off her waist whether that's with corsets/belts or actually exposing it, off the shoulder stuff (one or both). She prefers to wear trousers or shorts for everyday, especially high waisted skinny jeans as her waist is pretty small compared to her hips and it helps them stay on. Generally even if she has baggier pants, sweatpants etc. they will have some form of cuff on the ankle so they're not in the way.

In terms of tops she never really stops wearing baggy cropped ones but she will also wear tighter full length vests/t-shirts. She likes soft fluffy sweaters, cardigans and hoodies bc she's usually cold.

I see her occasionally wearing casual dresses when it's hot, something low-effort like a loose silk t-shirt/tunic dress or a maxi dress. But skirts not so much. She will wear really short ones for parties/nights out/seduction purposes though.

She doesn't really do the workwear looks too much anymore because she felt forced into that stuff for press releases etc.. At most she'd maybe go for skinny suit with band tee. She doesn't really have formal events by this era but when she did she generally liked fishtail/mermaid fit dresses. She would probably secretly like to try a big floofy skirt for the hell of it but it's not really suited to the presidential events etc. she used to go to.

She likes to be at least as tall as the guys so she wears heels a lot even when it's not that practical. She wore her high-heeled boots with her spacesuit and on most time travel missions for about two years but eventually one of the heels broke and she tends towards wearing her goth boots or converse after that. I like to think she'd eventually get a new pair of heeled boots. Maybe something kind of steampunky.

She's heavily pro use of the fleur-de-lis or other Saints branding which is why she likes Pierce's designs so much. She quite likes skulls too, and little metal details like zips and eyelets too.

She wears mostly black with jewel tones or bright colours; the same sort of colours she would dye her hair. She generally wears purple underwear.

[gay-dorito-dust]

aaa ok hear me out on this. So I'm pretty sure you've mentioned that darling is one of Damians go-to petnames for his s/o. What about a little thing where his s/o normally will call him by his name but they end up calling him darling by accident? My english is terrible so sorry if this doesn't make much sense 😭

‘Where could it be.’ Damian muttered to himself as he practically tore his bedroom apart with his bare hands. ‘The stupid thing couldn’t have gotten that far.’

Damian had lost where he had placed his art pencils and couldn’t quite recall where he left them either, which was unlike him as he always had excellent recollection in the whereabouts of his and others belongings. Today however it seemed as though no matter how hard he racked his brain, Damian just couldn’t remember where he last left those stupid -yet expensive- set of charcoal pencils.

‘Tt, this is getting ridiculous now,’ Damian said to himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow that had accumulated from searching high and low for art supplies, ‘it’s not as if they could’ve grown legs and walked off somewhere.’ It wasn’t until that moment did Damian realise that you had came back from your trip to the kitchen for a snack as you stood in the doorway of his room, looking at the mess that you were certain wasn’t there beforehand.

‘Damian, what’s going on here, it’s not like you to just turn your room into a pig sty just because you felt like it.’ You told Damian as you stepped into the room, suspecting the mess before looking back at your boyfriend who was usually good at keeping his room tidy and well organised, but the heavy pout on his lips and the furrow in his brow told you that there was a reason to the sudden mess.

‘I can’t find my charcoal pencils.’ He replied shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Well you’re certainly not going to in this mess.’ You retorted sarcastically, causing Damian to scoff, ‘why didn’t you try and recall the last place you put them.’ You added, trying to be helpful in this situation.

‘I did but they weren’t there.’ Damian tells you as he went back to tearing apart his room to search for his missing art pencils when something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention; it was Damian’s charcoal pencils, peaking out slightly from his bag alongside his sketch pad and paintbrushes. It wasn’t easy to spot but they were there and it was a surprise to you that Damian hadn’t seem to notice this at all, but that’s what made the entire situation just that little bit more hilarious then it should’ve been.

‘Damian.’ You called.

‘Not now y/n.’ He replied, heavily focused on finding these stupid pencils before he had to head off for school.

‘Damian.’ You tried again, now holding his bag in your hand, getting ready to show to him for when he looked up from under the bed.

‘Tt. Unless you’re going to help me, don’t distract me from-‘

‘I found your art pencils darling.’ Your voice cuts Damian off completely, leaving him taken aback but it wasn’t because you had found his pencils as he scrambled out from under his bed and stood up to see you holding his bag, which did indeed have his charcoal pencils in upon closer inspection.

‘What?’ You asked upon seeing his face.

‘What did you just say?’ Damian said.

You made a face and raised the bag a little higher. ‘I found your charcoal pencils?’ You replied albeit confused and a little worried that something was wrong with your boyfriend, did he hit his head as he was getting himself out from under his bed? You weren’t quite sure as you didn’t hear anything that could indicate that being the case.

‘Not that,’ Damian snipped, the search having left him feeling exhausted, agitated and embarrassed, ‘after that.’

‘I said Damian.’ You told him, your concern growing stronger the longer this went on.

Damian groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. ‘Darling, you called me darling.’ He spat out as a silence befell you both as the realisation sat in for you, meanwhile Damian was looking away from you with slightly flustered expression.

‘Oh.’ You said after a while. ‘Do you…do you hate it?’ You then asked as you looked down at your feet, finding them to be the most interesting thing in the room right now as your heart went crazy within your rib cage. Pet names weren’t new for either of you but you didn’t use them on a regular occurrence like regular couples, sure Damian called you darling or treasure but that was mainly behind closed doors or as little people as possible, but other then that you’ve rarely used them in any other context.

‘No, my treasure I didn’t hate it,’ Damian said softly as he managed to compose himself enough to walk over to you and take his bag from your hand, putting it on the bed before taking your hands in his, ‘I was just taken aback that is all.’ He reassured you by pressing a gently kiss to your forehead. If anything Damian liked it when you called him darling, it sent his heart a flutter and ignited a fire within his soul as his entire body grew warm by a simple pet name from your lips, however this was something he was yet to be comfortable in admitting to you in confidence but he will one day.

‘Does that mean I can call you it more often?’ You asked, already making up future scenarios where that would be the case within your mind in hope of seeing that very same flustered expression on across his face once more.

‘If you must, please do so in places where my siblings are out of range to hear.’ Damian said, smiling softly as you beamed in happiness, this was what he lived to see every day of his life, just you being extremely happy and happy with him; Something he hoped that he could continue to make you far into the future you shared together.

‘Deal.’ You said as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Darling.’

[georgeclarkesgf]

forgetful | george clarke

the minute george stepped into the flat, he knew something was off.

"y/n? you here?" walking further into the flat, he found y/n in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea, "hey, sorry i'm back so late. we missed t-"

"don't. i can't believe you. all i asked was that you not plan to film today and i wake up to a message telling me you've gone to film a video for arthur. do you even know why i asked you to stay home today?"

he was trying to remember, really he was. but his mind was blank and the guilt began to seep in, only just noticing the tears that left stains on her cheeks.

"no. of course you don't. my parents are in town george. i planned a nice lunch, maybe go on a walk, come back to the flat for a few drinks, but all that went to shit because you left to film a stupid video and then ignored my messages all day. you know how important it is to me that you get along with my parents so having to cancel on them last minute because you weren't even here was not something i wanted to have to do." the tears in her eyes were threatening to fall again, hating how needy and pathetic she sounded.

"we can sti-" george tried, again quickly being shut down.

"no george, i'm mad at you. you don't get to say it'll be alright and that we can still do something. we're not playing happy families. you've hurt me. when we sort this out, then we organise something else."

now the guilt was in full swing and he immediately started to think of ways he could make it up to her, knowing it would take a lot of grovelling to get back onto her good side.

"i'm going to bed, i love you." a soft kiss being placed on his lips.

"i love you too." slight relief evident on his face, knowing she'll never not say 'i love you', even during an argument.

she rounded the kitchen island, starting to make her way to his room and get ready for bed. george watched as she closed the door, still stood in the kitchen, contemplating whether to follow her or give her some space.

he decided on the latter.

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it was nearing midnight when george decided he needed some sleep, and the dip in the bed as he got comfortable was enough to wake y/n, a groan leaving her lips.

"sorry. i didn't mean to wake you," she let out an agitated hum of acknowledgement and rolled over, curling into george's side, unable to resist the heat his body always provided, "still mad at me?"

"yep." she responded, accentuating the 'p'.

"okay. can we talk about it?"

"i've said my peace. you go."

"i really am sorry sweetheart, i feel awful," her nails were running along the lines and dips of his stomach, a habit he'd grown accustomed to over the several months they'd been together, "the video was planned ages ago and i didn't even realise the dates clashed. when you reminded me of 'that thing' that was happening today i thought you meant filming. i promise to make it up to you. and your parents. please say they don't hate me."

george hoped it was enough, not that he wouldn't do anything she asked to get her to forgive him, but he couldn't stand the thought of her staying mad at him.

in y/n's head, he was forgiven. during her time alone, she realised she didn't even give him a chance to explain before locking herself in his room for the rest of the night.

"i'm sorry too," george was slightly taken aback by this, unsure what she was apologising for, "i shouldn't have stormed off like that. not even letting you speak before i disappeared all night. and my parents don't hate you. we can do dinner tomorrow if that's okay with you?"

"that's more than okay. i have my whole day free to spend with you and them. we can do whatever you guys want. i love you."

"i love you. so much. even if you are forgetful."

and george stuck to his promise. safe to say y/n's parents like george more than her.

a/n have this as an 'i'm sorry i haven't posted in a while present' <3

[wzrd-wheezes]

could i request a short imagine with remus x fem reader, where they’re best friends, and one day in the library while remus is talking about some book he’s passionate about, the reader just kisses him??? thank u!!!

Ink-Stained Fingers - Remus Lupin x Reader.

AN - this was such a cute request and i had so much fun writing it! thank you so much <3

Y/N’s fingers were stained with ink from her quill as she frantically scribbled on a particularly long roll of parchment, desperately trying to finish her potions essay that was due in the morning. Remus sat opposite her, his feet propped up on the table and a book gripped between his fingers.

“How many times have you read that one, then?” Y/N asked, glancing up at him.

“Dunno.” he replied, barely looking up, “Five maybe?”

Y/N smiled to herself, returning her attention to her homework. Remus would usually keep her company on her late night study sessions in the library when she was cramming in her homework last minute. She wasn’t as organised as he was usually.

Remus’ fingers toyed idly with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jumper as he read. By the looks of it, it was a book that he’d read over and over. The edges of the pages had gone fuzzy like they had been thumbed through many times and his brow furrowed as his eyes danced over the words.

“I can lend it you if you want?” Remus broke the silence.

“Are you feeling alright?” Y/N laughed, “James asked to borrow one of your books the other day and you looked like he’d just asked you to sacrifice your first born child!”

Remus chuckled, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“That was only ‘cause I know he wouldn’t look after it,” he said, “knowing him he’d probably leave it somewhere.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, dipping her quill back into the pot of ink and carrying on writing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Remus reach down to retrieve something from his bag. He took out a quill and ink and began flicking quickly through the pages of his book.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked, not looking up from the piece of parchment in front of her.

“‘M just writing you some notes in the margins,” he muttered, clearly deep in thought, “y’know, for when you read it.”

Her eyes snapped up to look at him and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Remus was biting down on his lip as he scribbled down his notes, a crease forming between his brows. It was as if he couldn’t get the words down on the pages quick enough.

“This is one of my favourites, you know?” he spoke, “The characters are so well thought out and the way that it’s written is honestly…”

He went on, telling her every detail of the story telling without trying to ruin it for her. His lips pulled into a smile as he spoke, the words spilling effortlessly out of his mouth. His eyes were wide and shining with excitement and Y/N had lost track of what he was saying, completely in awe of how passionately he was speaking about the book.

Y/N didn’t know why she did it, but before she had even registered what she was doing, she had leaned across the table and kissed him. She caught him mid sentence, his mouth slightly open and his lips soft against hers. Y/N pulled away quickly, her eyes widening and her heart pounding.

“If you wanted me to shut up you only had to tell me.” Remus laughed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m sorry - I don’t know why I did that!” Y/N panicked, “Shit. you’re my best friend-”

This time Remus cut her off. Leaning over the table and grabbing her face with his hands. The kiss this time was more sure, his lips confident against hers, his hand resting on her jaw. He tried to pull her closer to him to deepen the kiss when all over a sudden they were distracted by a dull thud as something hit the wood of the table.

Looking down, they saw that the pot of ink had been knocked over, the dark liquid spilling across the table and seeping onto the the roll of parchment where Y/N was writing her essay. She let out a gasp, trying to snatch her work away from the ink that was spreading at a rapid pace.

“Don’t worry about it.” Remus said, taking the paper from her hands and dropping it to the floor, his eyes still fixed on hers. The ink had got on his fingers too, and he chuckled as he looked at them. “I’ll help you write another one.”

His lips quickly found Y/N’s again, their ink stained fingers intertwining.

[gingiesworld]

By Chance

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 6.2k+

Requested by @louxbloom

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @youdontknowwhotfiam

18+ MINORS DNI

The relationship between Wanda and Vision was complicated. It seemed like they were the perfect couple, but whenever Vision had a chance to disappear, claiming it was work related. Wanda was always left alone in the house, playing with the ring on her finger as she looked out the window.

"You need to end it Wanda." Nat told her as the two met up for coffee. "It's been forever since we have hung out and you're moping around about Vision."

"I am not moping." Wanda told her before she released a shaky breath. "What am I doing wrong Nat? We are engaged to be married. Everytime I bring up a date, he shoots it down."

"End it Wanda." Nat told her.

"I love him Nat." Wanda whispered. "I don't want to give up on something that might work in the end."

"Might work," Nat emphasized. "He clearly doesn't care about you Wanda, otherwise he would be here."

Wanda knew that she was right, she was holding onto something that was bound to fail. So she decided to take her friend's advice, she started to pack her things and pack her car as Vision was at work.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he walked inside, taking off his tie as he spotted Wanda sitting on the sofa. "Did you cook anything?" He asked her as she shook her head.

"I didn't have it in me." She told him. "Not anymore."

"What's going on?" He asked her as he moved closer, his eyes soon landing on the engagement ring on the table.

"It's over." She told him. "I am sick of sitting at home, waiting for a fiancè who is never here."

"This is ridiculous Wanda." He told her. "I am trying to get the money saved for our wedding."

"Don't bullshit me." She told him as she stood up. "You never want to organise the wedding, you keep denying any of the dates I suggest."

"Wanda, you're reading too deep into this." He scoffed as she shook her head.

"Who is she?" She asked him. "I want a name and I want to know why?"

"That's ridiculous." He laughed as she shook her head. "You are making things up in your mind Wanda, did you have one of those dreams again."

"No!" She yelled at him.

"Maybe we can order from that Thai place you like." He tried to distract her.

"Stop changing the subject." She told him. "I am leaving and we are done." As she went to leave he grabbed her arm.

"No one will love you Wanda." He growled as she got herself free from him, tears in her eyes.

"I will." She told him. "I will love myself." She wiped her eyes. "I don't need you to love me."

"You'll regret this Wanda." He yelled after her as she left the house. It was rented by the company that Vision worked for since they had left her family back in New York. Getting in her car and starting the journey back to New York.

"Wanda?" Pietro was shocked to see his twin standing outside his door.

"I need somewhere to stay and I couldn't go to Nat." She whispered as he just opened his arms for her.

"It's ok, you're always welcome here." He told her. As the days went by, Wanda had managed to get her old job back, seeing all of her old work friends again. She was happy, happier than she has been since she moved with Vision.

"I want to kill him." Pietro growled as Wanda had explained everything that had gone down with Vision, all to the last word he said to her. "I need to kill him." He growled as Wanda shook her head no.

"I don't want to worry about him anymore." She told him. "I want to live the life I lost the moment we moved to Westview."

And she did just that, months went by as she started to recognise the person in her reflection. The woman she used to be before her life revolved around him.

"Shit." A voice sounded, breaking her from her daze.

"I am so sorry." She rambled as she tried to dry their shirt. "I am so sorry. Let me buy you a new shirt."

"It's ok." They smiled at her. "I have a spare at the office."

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." She told them as they smiled at her.

"It's fine, really." They told her once again. "Look, I would really love to stay here and listen to your cute rambles but I have a meeting. It's extremely important but here is my card." They handed her their card. "Maybe give me a call and I would love to hear your rambles over a date." They waited for a name.

"Wanda." She told them.

"Well, I will wait for your call." They kissed her cheek before walking away as she watched them, a deep blush coating her cheeks. Looking at the card once they were no longer in her sight. She noticed the name and where they worked.

Y/N Y/L/N

CFO

Stark Industries

She was shocked to say the least, the person she had just bumped into, beat Vision at the promotion. She remembered him returning home a few weeks before they were relocated.

Vision slammed the apartment door shut as he walked in, loosening his tie as he spotted Wanda standing at the stove.

"Are you ok Vis?" She asked him as he groaned.

"Do I look ok?" He asked her bluntly. "That promotion that I have been working towards, putting in all of the extra hours and taking on a bigger workload went to someone from outside of the company!" He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I fucking worked for Mr Stark since I left college, worked my way up through the ranks and now some good for nothing nobody has the job."

"I'm sure it may be temporary." Wanda tried as Vision slammed the bottle down before he approached her, gripping her jaw hard.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He growled as she tried to get free from his grip. "It's not fucking temporary you stupid bitch."

She had to cover the bruises for weeks after that night, seeing a different side to Vision that she feared.

She pondered for a couple of weeks before she decided to phone the number on the phone.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how may I help?" They answered professionally.

"Hi, it's Wanda." She spoke nervously as she played with the tassel on her hoodie. "The shirt stain."

"That was art." They told her excitedly. "I wore it with pride." She giggled at their playfulness. "How have you been?"

"I have been good." She told them as she sat on her bed. "Just debating on whether I should call you."

"Well, I am glad you did." They told her. "So, how does coffee sound?"

"When?" She questioned.

"Tomorrow at 1pm?" They asked her. "There's this new place that's just opened near Central Park."

"That sounds perfect." Wanda smiled as she thought about the person who has been on her mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow Wanda." They both bid their goodbyes as they hung up. Pietro stood in the doorway as she lay back, a smile on his face at seeing her happy.

"Do you want to tell me who that was?" He questioned as she shook her head.

The next morning came around, Vision hated the idea of being back in New York, but he was needed for a meeting with none other than the company CFO.

"So the Westview branch is losing profit." Y/N questioned as they looked at the presentation that Vision had planned out.

"I guess you can say that." He mumbled.

"The records show that." Y/N told him. "What's your plan to get things level for the next twelve months?"

"I guess we can make some cutbacks." He tried as Y/N looked over the files they had.

"That will help to an extent but we need a long term solution." They told him. "Look at the retiring employees, maybe early retirement since it is the veterans who earn more than the younger ones you have just hired."

"But they're better at the job, more proficient." He tried as Y/N shook their head.

"Work with the new employees, have Viv help you out with it, and start giving out early retirements." They told him, glancing at their watch. "Head back and put the plan into motion, I'll talk with Ms Potts about this situation."

"What will happen if we can't get a level of profit?" He asked as Y/N put the folders away.

"We will have no choice but to close the Westview branch." They told him, gesturing for him to leave before they started to get ready to meet Wanda.

Vision was shocked to see Wanda sat at an outside table at Loki's, a coffee in her hand as she scrolled through her social media.

"Wanda, hi." He greeted her, causing her to look up in his direction, a forced smile on her lips.

"Vision." She looked around before looking at him once more. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I had a meeting at HQ." He told her. "So you live here again? In New York?"

"Yes." She spoke bluntly, wanting him to leave her.

"Wanda." Y/N's voice broke her and Vision from their conversation. "Vision?"

"Y/N, do you know Wanda?" He asked with a smirk as Wanda stood abruptly.

"Let's get that coffee." She told them as she led them inside the cafè, not sparing Vision a second glance. He just watched as the two linked arms as they waited at the counter.

"How is it that you know Vision?" Y/N asked Wanda as the two walked over to an empty table with their drinks.

"Well, it's complicated." She told them as they gave her a smile.

"I have got time." They told her as she smiled at them.

"He is my ex fiancè." She told them as they nodded. "When he got transferred to Westview, I went with him. Blindly."

"I think it wasn't a nice experience." They stated as they observed her.

"No." She answered. "I guess some of the people who I had met there were nice but my career was here and the schools in Westview were small, so there weren't any jobs for me. I was a stay at home fiancè and I hated it."

"I guess he didn't take it well." Y/N pointed out. "Because he looked like he could kill me for a whole other reason."

"Yeah, he hated you before we moved." Wanda told them with a smirk. "You got the job he had been working towards and he hated it."

"Well, now I am happier." They smiled as they sat back. "I have met a beautiful woman, by chance I might add, and I have learnt why one of my employees hates me."

"He was always a power hungry man." Wanda told them.

"You sound like you know from experience." They spoke as their gaze softened. "Did he ever hurt you?" They asked her as she looked at her watch.

"I have to go." She told them.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped and made you uncomfortable." They apologised.

"It's not that." She whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. "I barely know you and you want to know more about a relationship I had with an employee"

"Well, get to know me. Ask me anything." They told her with a smile.

"What is your favourite colour?" She asked them.

"It used to be blue, but now I'm thinking green." They smirked as Wanda chuckled.

"You keep complimenting me." She stated as Y/N nodded with a wide smile.

"And I would keep complimenting you everyday that I see you." They told her as she smiled.

"I'd like that." She smiled, that was something Vision had never done since the first year of them dating.

That was the start of Wanda's happiness again, both Y/N and Wanda had multiple dates but Y/N respected her boundaries. Waiting for her to be the one to make the next move. So as they walked together to her brother's apartment, their coat wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the bitter ice in the winter air.

"Thank you for tonight." She whispered as they stood before the building.

"Thank you for accompanying me." They smiled as they brushed her hair from her face, she closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips at the gentle touch.

"I uh, what is the purpose of these dates for you?" Wanda asked them, her eyes boring into their own. "It's always just us, and the dates are a little too romantic to be just friends."

"I want to be more than friends." They answered honestly. "But I don't want to push anything, I am willing to wait for you Wanda."

"Don't wait for me." She whispered as her hand found theirs, holding it as she entwined their fingers. "I don't want to wait either."

"So?" They asked her, confused by her words.

"Kiss me?" She whispered as they smiled, their free hand moving to cup her cheek. Leaning in slowly until their lips met in a tender kiss, Wanda soon gripped their shirt as she pulled them closer, deepening the kiss before they pulled away.

"I will see you soon." They whispered as they opened their eyes.

"Kiss me again?" She asked as they complied, giving her a soft kiss before pulling away.

"If I keep kissing you, I won't be able to stop." They whispered as she pouted.

"Don't stop." She replied as they shook their head as their smile widened.

"I have to." They told her. "Your brother is most likely home and I would love to take you on more dates and ask you a very important question first."

"Then ask me." She told them as they chuckled lightly.

"Not right now." They caressed her cheek. "I want it to be special. Memorable, like every moment spent with you."

"Go." She told them breathlessly. "Now, or I will go against everything you have just said and take you upstairs."

"I'll see you soon dear." They kissed her forehead before watching her disappear through the doors before walking home themselves.

"How was it?" Pietro asked as Wanda walked inside, a fuzzy smile on her face.

"It was perfect." She told him as she sat beside him on the sofa. "They are perfect."

"When do I get to meet them?" He asked her as she giggled. "You have been on like a million dates, they should have met the family by now."

"Soon." She told him, he just smiled as he pulled her in for a hug.

"It's nice to see that smile on your face again." He told her. "Haven't seen that smile since we were kids."

On the next date, Y/N had decided to cook for Wanda in their apartment. They had sent her their address as they had managed to find a recipe for chicken paprikash.

"Hey." They smiled as they answered the door, receiving a kiss in return.

"Kiss the chef." Wanda smirked as she pointed at the apron.

"It was a joke gift from my assistant." They helped her take off her coat as she looked at the open plan luxury apartment.

"This is a nice place." She whispered as they hung up her coat. Smiling at her as she wandered over to the window.

"I like it here." They told her. "It's a change from my old apartment in Algonquin."

"Algonquin?" She questioned as they shrugged.

"It was home. My parents still live there, and never wanted to move." They told her as they went to stir the food on the stove.

"Is that?" She asked as she approached them.

"It is." They confirmed. "I found a recipe online during a meeting on Monday and I had to try and cook it for you." She listened as they rambled. "I remember you saying it was your favourite dish that your mom used to make."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Thank me after you don't die of food poisoning." They told her as their eyes met hers. Wanda had felt that in that moment, the entire world had stopped moving, with the intensity they gazed at her.

"Do you want me to help with anything?" She asked as she straightened out her jumper.

"Maybe grab whatever drink you want from the rack." They told her as they started to get the bowls out, and the garlic bread from the oven.

"My brother wants to meet you." She told them as she sat opposite them.

"Really? Would I be getting the talk?" They questioned with a joke.

"Most definitely." She chuckled. "With Vision, he thought that he was a good guy, that he wouldn't hurt me."

"But he did." They stated. "In more than one way." They started to clear the plates before taking Wanda's hand and helping her stand. "Just know that, if you agree to be mine, I will protect your heart with my life. I will do everything in my power to keep that smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye."

"Yes." She whispered as she subconsciously stepped closer to them. "I want to be yours." Her hands danced along the front of their shirt as they held her hip with one hand and the other caressing her cheek. The tenderness that they had shown her made her realise that she would always be safe when she was in their arms. So they spent that night, getting to know each other deeply, their clothes strewn across the bedroom floor as Y/N kissed her passionately. Showing her all of the things she never knew she could feel.

She woke the next morning, just covered by the sheet as flashes of the night before flashed through her mind. She could smell pancakes and hear Y/N's voice as they spoke on the phone.

"Westview will have to be closed." They spoke. "We have no other option. There isn't any way we can save that branch." They sighed as they flipped the pancakes. "Offer them a transfer or redundancy. It's the only choice we have." They smiled as they spotted Wanda walk in with the shirt that she stripped from them the night before. "I'll be back on Monday and we can discuss it more. Good day Mr Smith."

"Was that?" Wanda questioned as she took a seat as Y/N hung up.

"It was Vision." They told her. "Tell me if this is too weird."

"It's weird hearing his name but I really like you." She stood up and walked towards them as they turned off the stove. "So much and I don't want this to end." She stood nose to nose with them as she bit her lip. "You have made me feel alive, more alive than I have been since the day I was born."

"Let's eat." They told her, lifting her onto the surface before she could say otherwise, kissing her with urgency before they took off the shirt. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." They whispered as they looked in her eyes. "Like you were painted by Da Vinci himself."

Wanda pulled them back into a hungry kiss, moaning as their tongue pushed past her lips, devouring her as much as they could. The breakfast soon became cold and forgotten about as they had their head between Wanda's thighs, bringing forth another mind blowing orgasm.

Wanda was nervous about Pietro meeting Y/N, cooking a simple meal as she wore Y/N's shirt with her jeans, setting the table and making sure the apartment seemed nice.

"The apartment is fine Wanda." Pietro told her as he leaned on the wall, an amused smirk on his face.

"This is shabby compared to their's P." She told him.

"If they really like you Wanda, they wouldn't care about the apartment." He told her just as the doorbell rang. Moments later, Pietro let them in, handing him a case of premium beer and a bouquet of flowers for Wanda.

"Hi, you must be Pietro." They held out their hand for him to shake.

"I am, and I have heard a lot about you." He told them with a smirk. "So, if you hurt her, I will find out and you won't like it when I do."

"I don't plan on ever hurting her." They told him honestly.

"Good." He smirked as Wanda came just in time.

"Dinner is ready." She told them as she grabbed Y/N's hand and led them to the table. They shared small conversations, Y/N heard stories from when the twins were young.

"So." Pietro questioned as Wanda left the table. "What are your intentions with my sister?"

"I just want to be there for, however she would let me." They told him honestly. "I want to keep that smile on her face and show her that she will be loved and treated like the queen she was born to be."

"Just don't hurt her, her ex fiancè did and I found her on my doorstep, crying." He told them as they nodded.

"I intend to look after her for as long as she will have me." They reassured him.

"Good." He spoke bluntly before Wanda returned with the desert.

"I kind of ruined the cake so ice cream it is." She smiled shyly as Pietro laughed and Y/N smiled endearingly at her.

"That's perfect." They smiled as she sat down beside them.

Since meeting Pietro, everything seemed to be going fine, what Wanda hadn't thought would happen would be Vision returning to New York.

"You will be manning the 11th floor." Y/N told him as he scoffed.

"I have just come from running a branch and now you expect me to take a demotion?" He asked them as they sighed.

"Look, Mr Smith, you are my employee. It was written in the new contract that you had signed when you accepted the transfer over the redundancy." Y/N told him tiredly.

"Can I take the redundancy now?" He questioned as Y/N chuckled lightly.

"You did go to University, no?" They questioned. "Because if you did, you would have understood the first question, and your inability to read over a contract is making me question your position at this company as a whole. Who knows what deals you have screwed us over with."

"Y/N." He tried as Y/N glared at him.

"You will be manning 11th, and that is final. Do I make myself clear?" They asked him.

"Crystal." He muttered before he left Y/N's office. Every time he saw their face, he wanted to punch them.

Pepper walked to Y/N's office, letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"What can I do for you Pepper?" They asked her politely as she sat in the chair opposite them.

"The company is hosting a charity gala this month, we have managed to rent out the ballroom at the usual spot." She told them. "We need the management for each floor department to be there, as well as yourself and I."

"When is it?" They asked her as they opened up their diary.

"It is on the 27th. You can bring a plus one if you want to bring your assistant again." She told them.

"I won't be bringing Carol." They told her. "I will be bringing my girlfriend." They smiled as Pepper made herself comfortable.

"Girlfriend? When did this happen?" She asked with a wide smile. They told her everything from the moment they met Wanda to now, especially with it nearing 8 months since they have been dating. "You sound like you're in love."

"I am." They told her. "I can't explain why I feel like this but she makes me want to be a better person. When I'm around her, it's easy, just being me and not CFO of Stark Industries." Y/N told her.

"You should tell her." She stated as Y/N shook their head.

"It's too soon." They told her.

"Love doesn't have a time frame." She told them. "And I can't wait to meet the lucky lady."

Y/N was a nervous wreck after that talk with Pepper, they were sitting on the sofa with Wanda as her favorite show was on. Her head on their shoulder as she held their hand.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she noticed their stiff posture. "You seem tense."

"I love you." They blurted out before removing themselves from the sofa. "I'm sorry, I never planned to say it like this. Tell you even." Wanda watched as they rambled, her heart beating rapidly. "I wanted to make the moment special. I just."

"Any moment spent with you is special." She told them as she stood before them, her finger placed upon their lips. "And I am falling for you too. I can't explain it because it happened fast and I have wanted to tell you for a while now. I love you Y/N." They pulled her in for a tender kiss, smiling against her lips as the kiss broke.

"Do you have any plans on the 27th?" They asked her.

"No. Why?" She questioned.

"The company is throwing the annual charity gala and I was wondering if you would be my date?" They asked her.

"I would love to." She told them before kissing them once more before pulling them onto the sofa. Little did they know that things from this moment would be more challenging.

The moment Vision saw the two walk in the room arm in arm, he was fast to get another drink. He hated seeing the person who got the job he wanted have his girl. It was when he spotted Y/N being dragged away to talk to a client, leaving Wanda alone at the bar.

"They just left you here?" He smirked as he approached her.

"Why are you here Vision?" She asked him.

"Do you know, their assistant is usually the one they bring here." He sneered as Wanda scoffed.

"Leave me alone." She told him as she tried to leave, before he gripped her arm.

"Do you really think they love you?" He taunted. "No one will love you Wanda, no one but me."

"You never really loved me." She told him. "You only cared about yourself."

"You're making a huge mistake." He spat at her.

"Please get your hands off my girlfriend." Y/N spoke up as they stood behind Vision.

"Is she really your girlfriend or is she keeping you warm for the next whore." He taunted as Y/N's hand removed Wanda from his grasp.

"You know, if we weren't at a business event, I would take you outside and kick your ass for thinking you could put your hands on a woman, let alone my girlfriend." They told him. "But right now, I can make your life a living hell. I can make sure you won't find another job in New York again. I have the power to do just that so I suggest you leave Wanda alone. You will not look at her. Talk to her or even touch her because if you do, I will make sure you won't be breathing the same air as her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He snarled before walking away, Y/N was fast to check her arm.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, and she just kissed them passionately.

"That was hot." She whispered as Y/N laughed at her. "But yeah, I'm ok." The rest of the night went by swimmingly, Vision seemed to stay away from Wanda until he had an idea.

Pietro groaned when he saw Vision enter the bar, wanting to kick his ass. He crossed his arms as his sister's ex sat on the stool opposite him.

"Why are you here?" Pietro asked him bluntly.

"Can't I get a drink in this fine establishment?" Vision taunted as Pietro just got him a beer.

"Why are you here?" He asked again as Vision took a long sip.

"Y/N is hurting Wanda." He told him.

"What?" He questioned.

"I've seen it, they held her arm extremely hard earlier. It will most likely bruise and let's not forget about Carol." Vision fought back the smirk on his face.

"Carol?" Pietro questioned.

"Yeah, she's Y/N's assistant, extremely close. I have walked by their office and heard noises before." He told him. "You know, sex noises."

"So you're telling me that Y/N is hurting my sister and cheating on her." He stated as Vision nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Vision finished his beer and put the money down before leaving an angry Pietro behind, feeling extremely triumphant about himself.

"I had fun tonight." Wanda told Y/N as they held hands, walking through the streets.

"So did I." They answered before pausing their steps, observing her bruising arm. "Does that hurt?" They asked her as she shook her head no. "This isn't the first time he has hurt you, is it?"

"No." She told them, barely above a whisper. "He wasn't always like that though, when we first got together he was sweet and gentle but then something changed in him as time went on." The two sat on a bench as Y/N wrapped their jacket around her shoulders. "He was overworking himself, forgetting dates and then he would try and buy my forgiveness with flowers and jewelry. Before we got engaged, I thought the man I fell in love with was coming back to me, and then after the engagement it got worse. The first time he hit me was when I never came home from work before him. I went out with my work friends so his dinner wasn't ready for him. He slapped me across the face."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." They assured her as she nodded.

"I know." She answered as she looked into their gentle eyes. "I just feel safe with you."

"You will always be safe with me." They told her, lips about to touch as they heard Pietro's angry voice.

"Pietro?" Wanda questioned as he threw a punch at Y/N's jaw.

"You make me sick." He growled as Y/N held their jaw.

"What is going on?" Wanda asked as Pietro threw another punch.

"They hurt you. They have been hurting you." He told her. "I know everything Wanda, the bruises on your arms. The sex with the assistant."

"What?" She whispered as Y/N looked at Pietro.

"I would never hurt Wanda." Y/N told him as they stood up. "I would never cheat on her either. That's just not who I am."

"What about the sex noises in the office?" He questioned as both Y/N and Wanda went beetroot. "And Carol wasn't at her desk."

"That would be us." Wanda admitted. "They send her on a long lunch while we have our time."

"But the bruises?" He questioned pointing to her arm.

"How do you know?" She asked him.

"Vision, he came by the bar just." He told her. "I'm sorry Y/N, when he said that you were hurting her and cheating on her I just went."

"I know." They nodded as they held their jaw. "I would have done the same had I been in your position."

"It doesn't excuse my behaviour." He told them.

"It's ok." They straightened up. "I will deal with Vision myself." They told the two of them. "I'll see you soon my dear." They kissed her cheek as they left her with Pietro.

"So, who gave you the bruises?" He asked her as they walked home together. She told him everything, from the first moment he first laid hands on her as Y/N spent all night at the office. Finding a way to get Vision out of New York.

"You wanted to see me?" Vision spoke as he entered the office, his eyes widening as he spotted Pepper sat in Y/N's chair.

"I have asked Pepper to be here because right now, it is taking everything in me to remain professional." They told him as they turned to face him. "After the bruises you left on my girlfriend's arm last night and trying to ruin my relationship with her by spreading lies to her brother has shown me that you no longer belong here." They told him. "So, I have a proposition for you, you can either take the transfer to our Dubai branch or you can tender your resignation. Effect of immediately"

"So which will it be?" Pepper questioned.

"Mr Stark won't stand for this." Vision spat at the two of them. "We are friends."

"When was the last time you and Mr Stark hung out?" Pepper questioned. "A college party that my husband no longer remembers. Besides, he saw how you treated Ms Maximoff last night, he saw it all and he wanted you fired, arrested too."

"This is just a whole misunderstanding." Vision laughed as both Pepper and Y/N remained serious.

"I'm afraid it is past the whole misunderstanding phase." Y/N told him. "You have hated seeing me with your ex fiancèe because you still think you have some moronic claim over her."

"I love her." He told them as Y/N chuckled.

"You don't love her." They told him. "You love the idea of having a stay at home wife who would cater to your every need. Someone to make you feel good whenever you desire in however way you want. That's not love, that's narcissistic misogyny." His shoulders deflated knowing he had lost this fight. "You have 24hrs to decide Mr Smith. If you are a moment late, I will start the process for assault charges."

Vision left the office with a huff as Pepper smiled up at Y/N.

"Are you ok?" She asked them.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be even better when he is out of Wanda's life. Thank you for helping me."

"It's no problem, now go home and rest." She told them which they did, already finding Wanda in their apartment, preparing a dinner for when they finished.

"What are you doing here?" The two asked at the same time.

"I figured you would be hungry after work." She told them.

"Pepper sent me home since I was working on our problem all night." They told her.

"Did you sort it out?" She asked them.

"We will find out tomorrow at 9am." They told her. "Or he will be getting charged for assault, the amount of witnesses there was from the moment he punched me, twice."

"You wouldn't?" She smirked as they nodded, wrapping their arms around her waist.

"I would do anything for you Ms Maximoff." They told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding her close.

The moment Vision had took the job in Dubai, Wanda felt as though she could breathe freely, live freely as she moved her things into Y/N's apartment.

"You can decorate the place however you want to." They told her as she shook her head.

"Maybe some pictures to decorate the walls and units maybe." She told them as she pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a picture of the two as Y/N kissed her cheek.

"I guess we will have some memories to make then." They told her. "Like maybe a holiday, next week in Scotland."

"What about work?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Already sorted." They told her with a cheeky smile. "I spoke with Natasha about putting a holiday for you and that this was a surprise." She kissed their lips fervently, her heart full as she realised that this was the life she had craved. A love so pure that she never had to question it, whether she deserved it or not.

The trip to Scotland felt like a dream for her, the stolen moments and kisses she would share with Y/N as they explored the country. It wasn't until they were standing in the fields, surrounding Edinburgh that she turned to find Y/N on one knee.

"What are you doing?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Wanda, meeting you by chance was the best moment in my life. But I never knew that at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Loving you how you deserved to be loved. Showing you how you should be treated and cared for, and I want to do that for the rest of my life because with each passing day, my love for you only grows. So will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" They asked her as she only nodded with a shaky yes. Once the ring was on her finger, she pulled them in for a hard kiss. The two pulled away with smiles on their faces.

"I love you so much." She whispered as they pecked her lips once more.

"I love you so much more." They took her hand as they walked back to the hotel together. Ready to start on the adventure their future holds together.

[armins-main-hoe]

Hi! I really liked ur writing so I was wondering if u can do this?

Inarizaki and shiratorizawa (or one of them) with a fem manager that gets into fights often? But it's because they have roots to delinquent family members so they're pretty recognisable,,, also she kicks ass pretty good so most of the time she comes out alive

aw thank you for liking my writing and for the request. Sorry I couldn't get round to writing it up sooner :/

"Oh no, you've got it all wrong. She does bite."

When you first signed up to be the manager for the boy's volleyball team, you really didn't think much of it. You only signed up because your parents wanted you to go to some sort of after school club.

You didn't like any of the clubs so you decided to be a manager for a sports team. Besides, you didn't think a manager would have to do much since most of the organisation for matches would be done by the teachers and coaches.

So here you are on your first day being introduced to the boys in the team.

Inarizaki

You stood before them with a deadpan face on.

"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today onwards."

They boys bowed and said their greetings but you still felt like some of them were looking at you funny. So you looked at one, he had bleached yellow hair. (Atsumu Miya)

"What?"

He tilted his head up and looked down at you suspiciously.

"Are you the Y/n L/n who got into a fight with Hiroto Ito a week ago?"

"Yeah, why? You looking for a fight too?"

Another boy came forward, he was slightly shorter but still a few inches taller than you with with black spikes for hair that went upwards. (Michinari Akagi)

"It was about time someone put that guy in his place. He was actually really annoying, would never let us practice in peace."

To your surprise, this boys were actually pretty nice to you and as you watched them practice you saw the passion they had for the sport.

Almost made you feel guilty for signing up for this role when you knew nothing about Volleyball.

You would hand out water bottles and towels during their breaks and tried your best to memories their names. Took you a few days to do that though.

Over the next few weeks, you ended up growing fond of the team and the team members which lead you to put more effort in your role as the manager.

You would take notes about each player, their strengths and weaknesses and you took time out of your day to learn the rules for volleyball. You didn't even realise when but your passion for the sport grew and grew.

Soon even the team members saw the improvement in you and grew fond of you as their manager. They hadn't ever had one before you and you were already setting their standard for a manager pretty high.

Soon you would even tease and joke around with them.

Their coach loved having you around for practice since the boys were actually kinda scared of you whenever they would mess up and made them try their very best each practice.

There was a time where they had a competition to go to where there would be a few other schools' volleyball teams attending too. It was your first match that you would be attending with them as their manager. Since it was your first, you didn't actually know how big the team's cheer squad was, which surprised you a bit when you first saw. There was also a crowd everywhere you went so it made it hard to move and get from one place to another.

However, around 15 minutes before matches you realised that Kita was missing for more than 10 minutes. The team can't play without their captain present. So you went to go quickly find him. After a few minutes you found him about to enter the changing rooms.

"Where were you? The team was waiting for you." You asked him.

"I had my phone on me and I was going to put it in a locker before the matches start." He put his phone up to show you. Before you or him could say anymore, someone from the crowd passing by with a hooded face snachted his phone and ran.

"Go back to the team. Go!" You pushed him in the direction to the entrance of the sports hall and then ran after the hooded face.

The guy ran down the streets and into an ally way which lead to a dead end. He turned around you saw that he was wearing a mask as well.

"Heh, what's a little girl like you gonna do huh?" The guy's voice came out a little muffled from his mask.

"A lot."

Safe to say you managed to beat his ass with the new moves your uncles had taught you. Though you did get a few scratches on your face and knuckles but you got Kita's phone back and the hooded guy seemed pretty beat up.

Running back to the competition, you just hoped Kita hadn't worried too much to mess up his performance. By the time you got back and made it to the coaches side, you saw that your team was already playing their first match.

At some point, Kita met your eyes and you gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up while holding his phone in your other hand. He smiled back before focusing back on the game.

When they had a break in between the match, you handed out water bottles. When you gave one to Kita, he saw the scratches on your face.

"Did you get into a fight?"

"No, drink your water and don't worry, you're phone is in perfect condition."

"You got hurt though." When he said that, a few of the other team members turned around to check on you.

"Damn miss manager, you really shouldn't be kicking ass while your team is out here playing a match." Atsumu teased. He didn't know you chased a guy down an ally who stole his captain's phone.

"You know you should be careful or she might just kick your ass Atsumu." Osamu told him, sending you a smile before him and his brother began to bicker.

You shooed them all away once the break was over while rolling your eyes at their teasing remarks.

You had a small smile as you watched them play and you felt like this wouldn't be the first time you would get into a fight for them but you really couldn't care. They can repay you by getting first place.

Shiratorizawa

"I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from today forwards."

You were there at every practice they had, they would see you taking notes and giving out water bottles. You learned all their names and positions within 3 days. You were doing everything one would expect a manager to do and you would do it flawlessly.

Which actually surprised them since you were known throughout the school to get into fights with other students both in your school and from other schools.

However, not long since you began being their manager, you once came to practice late with some bruises on your hands and a rather sour mood.

Tendo asked you about it but you just shooed him away to practice more, even hitting him with your clipboard.

Another time, you came to practice with your hair a bit messy and a busted lip that had been poorly treated. Though luckily that time the coach wasn't there to report it to another teacher and Eita Semi and Kenjiro Shirabu dragged you to the infirmary to get it treated properly.

Once, you came to practice after a fight which you personally found very easy to finish. You didn't get any big, obvious injuries so to the other team members, they thought you hadn't came back from a fight and continued practice like usual.

But the captain knew otherwise. When he came over to the side to get a drink he walked over to you.

"So, who did you fight with today?"

"Huh, how did you know?"

"I'm an excellent observer."

"Uhh sure, well it wasn't anything too bad. So don't worry about me."

He chuckled.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about the kid you beat up. Wonder what condition he is in right now."

"Gee captain, thanks for caring about your manager so much."

You both laughed before you fell silent.

"The bastard wouldn't quit saying nonsense about the team and starting up rumours." You told him.

"Aw, so you do care about us!" Tendo popped up on the other side of you.

"Fuck tendo! You scared me, I nearly punched you."

He laughed and put an arm around you.

"You beating up guys who talk shit about us? How thoughtful of you manager."

"Tendo do you want me to beat you up with my clipboard again?"

"Hehe, it's like we have our own personal bodyguard."

You smacked him with your clipboard.

"ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop. Gonna go practice some more. Talk to ya later miss bodyguard- I mean manager."

"Tendo!"

The other team members looked over at you and Tendo and were either laughing or sighing. "Looks like he is gonna get his ass beat again."

"He really should stop riling her up, she is actually kinda scary."

"Yeah but tendo is another breed, he isn't afraid."

Thank you for this request anon, this was pretty fun to write. Hope you enjoyed reading it!

[mikalame]

Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

[animeismyhappyplace]

Battle Scars and Love Confessions

This is my own work! Please do not repost or translate without permission! Minors DNI or you'll be blocked, thank you!

Tachihara Michizou x Female Reader Smut

Word count: 3,208

Warnings: Pet names, cursing, female and male receiving oral, 69 sex position, probably slight OOC Tachihara

Y/N and Tachihara have been on a important mission for Mori scouting another ability organisation when Tachihara becomes injured trying to save his partner. As she helps patch him up feelings are revealed and it leads to a spicy evening spent together.

Y/N and Tachihara Michizou have been on an undercover mission for weeks scouting out a rival organisation for Mori however it turns out they've been being watched themselves. The organisations ability users landed an attack on the duo which led to Tachihara receiving a cut across his chest while trying to protect Y/N. The pair have finally made it to her apartment where they can tend to his wound.

"Fuck... Can you help me with this Y/N? It hurts so fuckin' bad" Tachihara grunts out as he applies pressure to his chest to stem the bleeding. "Shit shit... One second" She hisses out as she rushes them into her apartment, setting Tachihara down on her sofa as she gets out her first aid kit "I need to clean it alright? So it doesn't get infected" She looks at him for a moment before applying some alcohol rub to a clean cloth and starts to gently dab at the open wound.

The man sucks in a breath through gritted teeth "Shit... Thanks..." He sighs softly as he watches her work, feeling grateful for her help. His eyes wander over her body as she works, admiring how beautiful she was despite being covered in his blood. It made him feel even more helpless than usual. Y/N nods her response trying not to focus on the fact that her crush in half naked in front of her as she focuses on cleaning the cut as best she can without interrupting the start of the healing process "You doing okay? Other than you know... The obvious?" She asks carefully while working "Yeah," He answers honestly, not wanting to burden her any further than necessary. "It's just really painful." He winces slightly as she cleanses the wound.

"I know I'm sorry" She frowns as she finishes up, throwing the bloody rags into a rubbish bag before wrapping a clean bandage around his chest "You need to be more careful next time" She scolds him gently "Sorry" he mumbles quietly, embarrassed by his own brash actions. He tries to ignore the throbbing sensation from his wound, focusing instead on thanking her once again for taking care of the injury. She sighs softly before rubbing his leg gently from her place on the floor "You don't gotta apologise just... Please be more careful. I don't like seeing my best friend hurt" The woman before him smiles sadly "I will" He promises solemnly, trying to reassure her that he will not end up in this situation again.

Nodding she moves to throw away her used supplies "You gonna be able to get home in this state? I kinda feel like you should stay here tonight so you've got someone watching you" She suggests joining him on the sofa "Thanks" he says gratefully as he watches her move around the small apartment "You can take my bed and I'll stay here on the sofa" She grabs and spare pillows and blankets laying them down on the floor "There's no way I'm taking your bed! If I'm sleeping in your bed then you're staying with me!" He protests firmly, sitting up quickly grunting a little in the process at the pain in his chest and grabs her arm pulling her towards him "We both need some rest after our mission and all the bullshit we went through today" He tells her stubbornly.

She flushes at his words "We can't Tachi... You'd see me in a vulnerable state, What if I'm an awful person to sleep beside and I hurt you" She giggles nervously "Aww come on..." He whines playfully, leaning back against the sofa "It won't kill us to spend one night in the same bed" The ginger haired man winks at her teasingly, hoping to ease her worries about being alone with him in such close proximity. "O-Okay if you're sure you don't mind" Y/N gulps down her nerves at being in a bed with the man she's had a huge crush on since he joined the Port Mafia "I think I've got some of your old clothes stashed here somewhere from previous missions".

He nods happily as he waits for her to find something comfortable for him to wear, as he sits there silently watching her search through the closet he tries to ignore how hot she makes him feel "Do you have anything you want to talk about since we're alone?" He asks softly, curious about her thoughts on their relationship, he's never been sure if the woman before he reciprocates his feelings. She finally finds him some comfy clothes to sleep in and let's him change in peace before tilting her head to the side as she thinks once he rejoins her "Like what Tachi?" He smirks at her question, his heart skiping a beat when he sees her looking at him admiringly.

"I don't think I've got anything to ask you, how about you? Do you have any questions for me?" She smiles at him reassuringly. He looks at her blankly for a moment before huffing out a shaky breath "I was thinking about us"

"Us? What about us Tachi? I'm confused" She looks at him with her brows furrowed, he blinks at her confusedly before frowning "You truly don't know?" He clicks his tongue as he watches her nod "Y/N I LIKE you... I like like you" He stutters out turning away from her as he blushes a dark red he didn't think he would have to spell it out for her like that.

Her eyes widen slightly as she lets out a shaky breath "O-Oh... I didn't realise" She mutters as she blushes as dark as her male companion "Well that's good because... I like you too" She looks down away from his eyes as he takes a deep breath before looking back at her "Well that's a relief" He chuckles as he shakes his head "You gonna let me take you out when we're next free, like on a date?" He smiles at her hopefully. Y/N smiles blindingly at him and nods enthusiastically "I'd love to go on a date with you Tachi!". He grins widely at her enthusiasm before nodding "Good! Then we'll make sure to plan something special for our first date~" He winks at her playfully as she giggles watching the man she admires so much "Is it gonna be awkward that we're spending a night in the same bed?" She bites her lip as she looks up at him.

He laughs lightly at her comment "No way, we're both adults after all." He says with a smirk "Besides, who would ever want to sleep alone anyway?" He leans his arm against the edge of the sofa behind them and puts an arm around her shoulder affectionately pulling her closer "That's true I'd much rather sleep beside you" She curls her arms around his neck playing with the baby hairs that sit at the edge of his hair line. His face lights up as he hears this and wraps his other arm around her waist "So what are our plans tonight then?" He asks softly as he moves a hand down to rub her thigh gently while smirking at her "Well I suppose that's up to you Tachi" She grins mischievously at him before pulling his face down to gently kiss his lips.

He kisses her back deeply savoring every second of their passionate embrace before breaking off the kiss and smiling lovingly at her "What do you say we take this to the bedroom" He looks into her eyes to see her reaction "I'd really like that" She kisses him again slowly and passionately as she climbs into his lap to deepen the kiss, Tachihara can't help but release a small hiss as she bumps against his chest but recovers before Y/N can realise she momentairly hurt him. He returns her kiss eagerly wrapping his hands around her waist as they continue making out on the couch until finally he lifts her up and carrys her to the bedroom where he pulls away leaving her breathless.

Tachihara pushes her back into her bedroom wall sliding himself in-between her legs as he kisses her roughly stroking his left hand along her side as his right hand holds onto the wall as she grunts softly at the pressure against her back "Fuck Tachi... I want you" He groans softly at her words as he feels himself start to harden against her "Fuck baby... You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say those words" Y/N nods knowing she feels exactly how he's feeling and grips the back of his head pulling him back to her lips as she slips her tongue into his mouth while pushing her clothed pussy against his groin, he moans softly as he feels her press herself against him.

Tachihara wraps his hands under her thighs and lifts her off to wall to throw her gently onto her bed "I'm going to have you screaming my name by the end of tonight" He smirks devilishly at her from the edge of her bed. He stands above her looking down lustfully as she beckons his over to her with her finger. Tachihara crawls onto the bed and stops when he's finally on top of her with his thighs caging her own in. Y/N reaches her hands up to his shoulders caressing his soft unmarked skin "I've wanted you for so long Tachi".

He leans forward kissing her deeply before breaking the kiss and staring deep into her eyes "You're mine now, forever." He says firmly before moving lower to kiss her neck gently. She smiles and repeats his sentiment back "I'm yours and you are mine Tachihara Michizou" She tilts her head backwards a little to give him more room as he starts to gently suck marks into her neck in-between kisses marking her as his own while she keens for him. He continues to mark her body slowly making sure that every inch of her was marked by his presence leaving no part untouched or unclaimed. His cock twitches slightly in anticipation of claiming her completely.

Hayley's upper body is now littered with bruising marks and soft bites as she pants softly "Stop teasing me" She whines out to him while spreading her legs open and pulling at her t-shirt, he chuckles lightly biting down on her shoulder blade "Am I taking too long baby?" He teases her playfully as he starts to strip her body of her clothing then removing his own. He appreciates her body for a moment eyes lingering on her pert nipples before leaning forward to take one of her sensitive buds into his waiting mouth

As his lips wrap around her hard nipple she lets out a soft whine at the contact "Please Tachi" She threads her fingers through his hair while he hums happily against her nipple as he licks and sucks at it sending shivers down her spine. Her pussy gets wetter by the second from just having her breasts played with. The feeling of being teased drives her crazy. He pulls away smiling at her "So needy aren't we?" He asks with a smirk stretching across his lips, she nods her head while pouting at him "Just want you" She wraps her arms around his neck, pushing him back on his haunches as she climbs into his lap.

He grins widely as she straddles him wrapping her legs around his waist. He looks up at her capturing her lips in an aggressive kiss full of tongue and heat pushing all of his untold emotions into her through their kiss, Y/N grips his neck to steady herself as she starts to grind herself down against his covered member "I can't wait to feel you baby" He groans loudly as he feels her grind against him. It sends chills throughout his entire body. He reaches up grabbing onto her hips holding them still so he can continue kissing her deeply. He breaks off their kiss panting heavily so he can slide her panties down, giving her needy pussy a little tap against her clit.

Her hips jerk slightly at his ministrations as she rolls his boxers down taking a second to admire his pretty cock springing out to meet her, precum already starting to seep out the head of his cock, his breath hitches as he watches her gaze over his length. A small moan escapes him as she gently wraps her hand around his length giving him a few short pumps "Who's teasin' now Y/N" He grunts as he tips his head back at her light touches, Y/N then suddenly climbs out of his lap to lean down and give his length soft kisses and licks.

Tachihara moans softly as he watches her tease him. He places one hand behind her head keeping her close as he lets out another low growl at her actions "Fuckin' tease" He mutters out as she smirks against his throbbing length, she moves herself back up to face him and gives him a light peck on his lips "I have an idea baby if you'll let me" She bites her lip and waits for his response. He smiles into her lips and nods "Whatcha thinkin' baby?" The woman in front of him smirks as she pushes him down onto the bed leaning over him as she gives him one last kiss before turning over to have her back facing him. She bends herself down as she hovers her pussy over his face while his cock bounches up to reach the edge of her face.

He grins as his hands wrap around her thighs pulling her pretty pussy closer digging his nails into her plush skin "I like how you think babygirl" He gives her a moment to adjust her position before he drives his tongue against her sticky lips, Y/N gasps as she feels his hot tongue prod against her waiting soppy pussy before she's reminded of her position when Tachihara pushes his hips up prodding her mouth with his length.

Y/N lets her tongue dip out of her mouth as she slowly starts to lick against his length teasingly before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock sucking greedily, his breath hitches as he feels her lips wrap around his shaft, he groans loudly feeling himself growing in her mouth "Mmm fuck yeah..." He pants heavily as he tries to keep control of himself from being too eager to please her. His tongue licks quickly against her slit, he licks up the entirety of her pussy before reaching her throbbing clit.

Her body shutters as she finally feels his tongue brush against where she really needs him, she hums lightly against his throbbing head letting the vibrations hit against his skin before she starts to take his length into her waiting mouth, licking against the underside of his cock while pushing her hips back against his face desperately. He moans softly as she takes as much of his thick cock into her mouth as she could he could feel her throat muscles tighten around his shaft as she sucked him off eagerly wanting to please him so badly.

His tongue slides harder against her hole dipping inside before licking up around her clit as he circles his tongue against her little bud making Y/N whine and moan against his length increasing her pace as she bobs her head up and down, the man beneath shudders slightly as he hears her whimper and moan loudly onto his dick, he felt her throat tighten even more around his shaft as she bobbed faster on his cock trying to get every last drop of cum out of him, his hand grips her plush thighs even tighter as he pulls her as close to his face as he can while he devours her sensitive pussy.

Tachihara starts to leave red marks on her pretty skin and he grips her so harshly getting pussy drunk on the taste of her essence, Y/N can hardly handle the sensations as her thighs start to shake from the stimulation. As she slobbers on his length she feels his cock throb against her throat while he thrusts up to fuck her face as best as he can from his position. He groans loudly as he feels her choke on his cock, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he slammed himself deeper into her tight wet mouth fucking her face hard as he can feeling himself getting close to blowing his load as he pumps his hips faster while she takes it like the obedient little slut she is.

Y/N can feel his cock throbbing harder and faster once he starts to near his end as she realises he's close she feels him suck her clit into his mouth leathering wet licks and sucks to her abused button with determination to make her cum with him. He moans loudly as he feels her body tense up on top him, he knows that if he doesn't stop rocking his cock into her mouth soon then he would shoot his load straight down her throat, but instead of slowing down he keeps thrusting until finally he can hold back no longer and releases his hot sticky seed deep down her throat as she gulps every last drip down her slutty throat, making him moan loudly "Y... Y/N!".

She moans at his taste as she glady licks his sent cock clean, moaning loudly as he works her clit harder and faster as her thighs tremble from at attention "C'mming! I'm cumming Tachi, don't stop fuckin' me with your tongue!" She cants her hips against his face uncontrollably as she grinds her pussy down against his tongue as he works her through her organism, gripping her shaking thighs and slowly licks her throbbing slit as she comes down panting heavily.

He smiles happily as he hears her moans, knowing how much pleasure this was giving her, feeling her juices run over his lips as he continued licking her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar as he felt her orgasm wash over her, squeezing his head between her legs as he licked her cunt making sure not to miss any of her sweet juices, greedily sucking it all up.

She moans as she flops down on top of him while catching her breath "I've never cum so hard in my life" She giggles as she notices her limbs are starting to feel heavy from keeping the position up for so long. He chuckles softly as he pulls away her pussy, gently rolling her onto the bed before laying next to her still breathing heavily while looking at her and smirking.

"You didn't think we were done did you babygirl?" He bites his lip as he pulls her close to his body "I'm nowhere near being done with you" She can't help the shiver that licks up her spine with anticipation as she smiles at her lover.

Tonight was going to be a long one and she couldn't be more excited for it.

[hoe4sports]

Katie McCabe | “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand”

I was tiptoeing after Jonas, the coach of my new club. He invited me to come an hour early to practice so I could see the facility and get everything from keys to athletic wear sorted. “This is where the physical therapist is, if you have issues or concerns, especially regarding your acl; see him immediately.” He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later the door swung open. “Welcome to Arsenal!” The therapist yelled as he dragged me into a hug. “I’ll take it from here Jonas, I’ll bring her in before orientation.” He cheered as he dragged me along into the room. I wasn’t too sure about what we were doing, but I was thinking of him lecturing me about my acl and how to keep it activated. He signaled for me to hop up on the bench, and being a professional athlete that was common curtesy.

“Right or left acl?”

He did tests on both my feet to check out my resistance. “It’s my- OW” I yelled as he flexed my right achillies . A sense of embarrassment quickly spread across my body, and I looked at him with an apologetic look. I hadn’t really taken well care of my achillies since I tore it. It was always a bit sore, so I figured that the soreness was the new normal. “I got just the solution for you!” he sang as he disappeared around the corner. For a hot second, he reminded me of the Harry Potter scene where he gets his wand from the old guy. I fully expected him to come back with some sort of rehab device or a program for me to do before bedtime. However, he arrives with a box. He opened the box towards him and pieces of silk paper instantly got thrown to the floor. “I hope these are alright, we don’t have many color options! I can order in a specific color if you want. I already have all your sizes and measurements, so that wouldn’t be no issue.” he sang as he pulled up a pair of cleats.

“This is the new aeroluna 5, made fore post tear women!” I wasn’t really on board as I had tried endless things from before. He practically smacked the shoes on my feet, and lo and behold. They fit like a glove. They were so comfortable and so supportive. I swear, I could’ve almost cried. The shoes however, were hot pink which I honestly didn’t mind. I looked up at my new born saviour with tears in my eyes. “Hot pink it is” I said as I adored my new cleats. I thanked the weird; but kind man and walked to the team warderobe.

“Ah, ladies, this is our new striker! Benedicte. Now, please be kind to her and teach her the Arsenal way of caring for each others.” Jonas said as he patted me on the back. “Ex-girlfriend, finally! We meet at last.” Leah yelled out causing everyone to laugh including me and Jonas. She even did a clap and a little dance. “Your cubby will be next to Leah’s so go ahead and take a seat” the swede said as Leah patted next to her spot on the bench. I was rather flabbergasted by seeing my face mid strike glued to the wall. It was blown up, and I was feeling some secondhand embarrassment. I popped down by Leah, and carefully listened as Jonas went on about his hopes for this new season. Leah lifted my right leg over her thigh just like the old days when my acl would kill me every practice. I looked around the room, all the girls seemed so nice. I recognised quite a few of them, as we played them last season and they were good with their defence. A very well organised defence. Jonas was chatting away about his weekend, and i bent down to retie my shoes. My need for the shoes to be tied equally tight was one of my pet peeves from my childhood. “And then, we need to work on our abil-“ he started as he was cut off by the door swinging open.

“I’m so so sorry for being late, my cat broke down and my car ran awa-“ the woman chaotically stated before cutting herself off. Her voice was awfully familiar, but I couldn’t seem to place it. I smiled as I curiously looked up before my face froze. I stared, she stared, Leah stared and everyone stared. Everyone went silent, including Jonas. “Oh this is gonna be good” Leah mumbled nudging me. Jonas was just as invested in this drama as everyone else remember our last meeting on the field.

“Katie McCabe” I said. “You” she said back. She walked towards me and for a second I was concerned that she was gonna knock me out. “Scared, McCabe?” I asked as she was nearing me. “No asshole, you are sitting next to my cubby.” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. “Better sleep with one eye open because next time, it’s not my ankles that are getting cut off” I whispered as she sat down beside me, but as far as she could without causing attention.

As Jonas finished up talking, the girls started changing into their workout gear for the field. Everyone was wearing the same t-skirt except for Katie. She had pulled her sleeves up so we could see her bronzed toned arms. “Trying compensate for your terrible tackles?” I said as I nudged her. I mean, it was hot. She was hot when she wasn’t trying to chop my ankles off, but I was not letting her in on that information. Katie turned around and looked at Leah. “How’d ya know her?” she asked with her Irish accent. “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand” she spat out as I felt slightly embarrassed. Leah was very fit, so it honestly didn’t bother me too much as she clearly was not ashamed of admitting that we for the last year had slept together at least once a week.

We went out on the field and did drills. Jonas was really testing us, making sure that the girls hadn’t skipped their programs during the off season. After 2,5 hours, we were all fried and while we were drinking; Leah squirted her waterbottle at me making my white top and white sports bra see-through.”Leah!!” I yelled as I got up while removing the cap on my bottle as I attacked her and forced her to the ground while I sat on her. I held the bottle above her head and slowly poured everything out on her face. Katie looked at us annoyed, “For fucks sake, stop flirting” I looked at her with confidence while my nipples were showing through my top. “Jealous of you not getting these?” I teased as she just stared. “Or perhaps you are intimidated by my ability to uno reverse your tackles?” followed by a wink. “Fuck you, Benedicte” she yelled as she walked away. It was safe to say, that she was not gonna get to pick on me for the next 5 years.

[oh-austin]

decking the halls (austin butler)

summary: in which it’s christmas time and you try to decorate the house without austin’s help

ask: Hey luv! I was wondering if you could help me out here? I really need a first Christmas with my fiance or new husband or something along those lines I saw that pic of Austin with the Christmas tree and I just really need a Christmas FIC

authors note / warnings: no warnings! I give you husband/to-be-dad!austin being a domestic mess!!! promise you that if you’ve requested something it should be coming, check my WIP here! sorry this has taken so long, I’m trying to do my uni and requests AND gm at the moment, while having two jobs- so basically I am asking death to come for me xo love you guys, thanks for being patient

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Ever since Austin found out you were pregnant four months ago, he had become hellbent on you not lifting, touching or even breathing in the same direction as anything that could cause you stress.

Life was playing out very well, you and Austin were recently married and now you had a little baby on the way. You couldn’t ask for much more.

Except maybe for Austin to chill out a little bit.

It wasn’t your first Christmas together, but it was the first Christmas you had ever seen Austin like this. He insisted on cooking Christmas dinner, buying all the decorations, organising when to see family- he didn’t let you worry about a thing.

All though it was nice to be able to relax and not worry about figuring out Christmas plans, you were worried that Austin’s head would explode if he did anymore planning.

“Mamas, I’m home!” Austin called out. Last week, the two of you picked out a tree at the Christmas tree farm. Today, Austin went to pick it up.

You pushed yourself up from the couch and walked over towards the entrance of the house. You did not remember the tree being so huge, and here Austin was carrying it on his back into your home.

“Oh my god,” Your eyes widened. It was a sight, Austin with a Christmas tree held over his back, whilst he wore a long black coat you got him for his birthday. “Are you okay?” You rushed over to try and help him carry it in.

“Ah, ah ah- no” Austin turned away from you, almost knocking your head off in the process, “I got it,”

“Careful! You’ll take someone’s eye out,” You laughed, trying to steady the tree. “And it will probably be mine,”

“Cant have that, can we?” Austin tried to lean forwards, his lips were puckered. You gave him a kiss before directing him into the living room. Mutters of ‘watch the light’, and ‘careful of the wall’ left your lips more than you would’ve cared to admit.

“Okay,” Austin tried his best to gently put the tree down on the hardwood floors, “I gotta run, I have that meeting with James,”

“We get it, you’re famous,” You rolled your eyes, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “Enough already,” You let your lips ghost over his for a second before kissing him. Austin slipped his tongue in your mouth and placed a hand on your cheek, before pulling away.

“Well, now I don’t wanna go,” He whispered.

“Go make me some more money,” You whispered with a smirk, “After all-“ You turned away from him and sat back down on your spot on the couch- “That’s the entire reason that I’m with you,” You nodded at him.

“Oh really?” Austin walked over, leaning over your smaller frame.

“Yeah,” You whispered, your stomach filling with butterflies. He still managed to make you feel as if it were the first time you had ever locked eyes with him.

“Alright well I better get going,” He smirked, “Wouldn’t want you to divorce me or anything,” He quickly kissed you, before placing a longer one on your lips.

“Definitely,” You smiled, giving him one last peck before he left the house.

“I love you both!” He called before he shut the door.

“We love you,” You smiled, watching him leave.

The house was quiet and you were able to return back to your peaceful home without the hustle and bustle of Austin running around. You looked at the tree as it laid on the ground, the living room now smelling of pine and christmas time.

You knew there was a box of ornaments sitting in the hallway, Austin had gotten them out the cupboard earlier today so he could decorate the tree once he was home. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help yourself- they were just staring at you!

So suddenly, you were pulling white ornaments from a box and pieces of golden ribbon off a roll you used last year, ready to decorate the tree for your husband.

You had a record playing in the background, and as you hummed to yourself, you didn’t notice time slip away. The tree was almost finished, the topper sat in the bottom of the box- you would wait for Austin to come home so you could put it on together.

You busied yourself, making dinner, half-watching the TV show you had put on. You heard Austin throw his keys onto the entry-way table, you hadn't noticed him pull up.

"Smells amazing in here," Austin snaked his hands around your waist from behind, resting his hands on your bump- which seemed to be their new place of residency since your bump began to show. "I was gonna make dinner, baby" He kissed your cheek, then leant into your body and took in your warmth.

"No you weren't," You turned your head towards his so your foreheads were touching, "I wouldn't have let you," You whispered.

"What've you been up to?" He closed his eyes, swaying slightly with you in his arms. "Missed you lots," He seemed tired, this was the first time you had seen Austin relaxed in a while.

"Why don't you go into the living room and see," You smiled, turning around so you were now facing him. Austin held your gaze in contest. You watched as the cogs turned in his head.

"You didn't," He squinted his eyes at you. You pulled him in close so he could feel your hot breath on his face.

"Oh," You bit your lip, Austin was suddenly reminded of the night he got you pregnant, "But I did," You nodded with a smile.

Austin swallowed the lump in his throat before walking into the living room. It looked spectacular. The tree was adorned in twinkling golden lights and a few presents were already placed underneath the tree.

"Oh my god," He breathed out, "It looks-"

"Amazing? Gorgeous?" You hugged him from behind, craning your neck to rest your chin on his shoulder, "Phenomenal?"

"Like you ignored everything I've asked you not to do," He turned his head with a smirk. Austin brought you into his arms, holding you in the warm hue of your lounge. "But," He placed a kiss on top of your head, "It does look great, thank you mamas,"

"Of course," You looked up at him, giving him a soft kiss.

"Feel better now that you've done something?" He asked.

You scoffed in response, "I doubt you'll let me do it again, so yes, I'm gonna take it in while I can".

"I didn't even want you doing it now!" He laughed, "You're lucky that I love you so much," He held your gaze, looking down at you. You looked as if you were glowing under the new lights in the room.

"Yeah," You whispered, "Yeah I am,"

[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairing: Dream of the Endless x reader

warnings: none

feedbacks are always welcome!

Dream quietly walked into your apartment, careful not to be heard. He thought he would find you sleeping, as it was late in the night; but your bed was empty and so was your sofa. Looking around, he noticed that a few pictures were hanging up on the wall, of you and a few of your acquaintances; you seemed happy, yet your gaze seemed distant and concealed some form of sadness.

You knew that he was back, you'd felt it. You hadn't been able to sleep well for more than a hundred years, unable to keep away the countless nightmares haunting you. You hoped that your husband's return might have brought some peace to your mind, but still you couldn't close your eyes.

“Morpheus” you called out his name, as you finally acknowledged his presence. The Endless' eyes widened in surprise, as he turned around and found you standing in your kitchen. You were different, he thought, but breathtakingly beautiful nonetheless.

“Why are you not in the Dreaming?” he questioned. “I'm an insomniac” you responded “This is just normal. I got used to it”.

Morpheus was clearly confused, and you tried to explain what had happened the best you can. “When you— when you were captured, I was left to reign over the Dreaming alone” you began “But I'm not an Endless. I couldn't control a realm that wasn't supposed to be mine in the first place; and a few of your... well, our subjects never accepted the fact that I took your place”.

You took a deep breath before continuing your speech “So I escaped, and everything just went downhill from there. I stopped dreaming. Nightmares that you created slowly began disturbing my sleep, and after some time — I wasn't able to sleep anymore”

The dark-haired figure in front of you was silent for a while. He wasn't disappointed by the fact that you left, you were born a human after all, and he understood that in his absence, returning home was the best choice for you.

All of a sudden, you hugged him tightly. “I'm sorry, Dream” you apologized “I'm so, so sorry”. He nuzzled his face in your hair, now able to smell your signature scent, and mumbled that you didn't have anything to be sorry for. “You belong here, my love. It is I who took you away so many centuries ago, and you were destined to return here; for one reason, or another” he clarified, gently pulling away from the hug so that he could look into your eyes “I won't force you to come home, y/n. If you want to stay here, I'll visit. If you don't want me to visit, then this will be the last time that we see each other”

“Of course I want to come back! I just... I need to organise everything before I leave.” you exclaimed.

“Then I'll wait. When you're ready, call my name and I'll take you back to the Dreaming. So that we can reign together once again”

[2manyfandoms2count]

Message in a Bottle

Happy Valentine's Day! I'm a little late to the @theerasfestlovesquareversion party, but here's my submission ❤ Special thanks to @miabrown007 for beta-ing!

Happy reading!

Read on AO3

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Marinette sat at her desk, one foot tucked under her, thoughtfully clicking her pen as she tried to organise a message. 

Her thoughts, which went a thousand miles an hour on a slow day, had come to a freeze about twenty four hours prior, when she’d seen – and heard – Adrien’s lips pronounce three little words she’d only ever dreamed of hearing from him. It was just her luck that they were tuned out by warning beep s, and followed by the Startrain doors clicking shut, as in slow motion, without her being able to do anything to stop them.

A part of her had screamed, urging her to chase after the moving vehicle, but her body had remained standing still on the platform, completely and utterly stunned. 

She still wasn’t entirely sure how she’d gotten back to her parents’ bakery. How she’d gotten to bed, fallen asleep.

All she knew, as she’d awoken in the morning, was that she knew something she didn’t before, and felt a sense of clarity regarding what she needed to do – but that was when her mind had woken up, too. 

And thus the calm before the storm had ended, her mind suddenly swept by a force faster than the wind, dispersing any coherence in her head, scattering words like autumn leaves, before they even got a chance to associate with each other. 

She slammed her head on the table, hoping it would help reset her brain; unfortunately it only brought on a throbbing pain. She winced as she rubbed the budding bump on her forehead.

“Screw it,” she mumbled, finally putting her pen to paper. 

Dear Adrien, 

My feelings since you’ve left have been all over the place, but it’s kind of frightening how happy the three little words you said as the doors of the Startrain closed, made me. They’ve been all I’ve been able to think about (which you know better than anyone might not be the best thing right now – but in a good way! I wouldn’t want you to take them back for the world. Unless you want to. Which would definitely not be a problem, of course. Although maybe just a little. But I’d get over it, I promise).  

Marinette’s hand hovered over the page. She was rambling – which could be fine when she talked, but felt pretty stupid to her in written form. This wasn’t her diary. She couldn’t afford to have a stream of consciousness run on her page; maybe Adrien would read it, and think she was crazy, rip up the letter, throw it in the fire, and she’d never, ever, hear from him again. And then what?

If anything, the reason he’d gone to London in the first place, to get away from the press following Hawkmoth’s (his father’s!) defeat, so he could focus on the latter’s upcoming trial, was enough to justify a clear and concise message. She didn’t want to burden him with her feelings when he surely had infinitely more serious things to think about. 

“Marinette, it can be just a first draft, you know.” Tikki’s soothing words snapped her out of her spiral. 

She looked up at the small divinity, who smiled encouragingly. She nodded, then turned her attention back to her words, biting the end of her pen as she reread them.

Little did she know that Adrien, a small body of water away, was doing exactly the same thing…

—

Dear Marinette,

I’m so sorry I panicked. I didn’t mean to say I like you . Partly, because it’s a little embarrassing that I blurted it out like that – but mostly, because I like you doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel about you. I just saw you, your freckles (the ones I thought I knew like the back of my hand – but that couldn’t be true now, could it? Else I would’ve realised who you were sooner), your smile, and the way you looked at me, and suddenly I got cold feet, and that was the extent of what my tangled brain could produce. 

Adrien spun in Félix’s desk chair, assessing what he’d written thus far. It was a good start, he supposed. His life had been turned upside down by the cataclysmic revelation that Hawkmoth was, in fact, his father, and arguably even more so by the fact that Ladybug was Marinette – he was allowed a certain amount of disorganisation. 

Although he’d obviously been surprised by the former fact, he had to admit that, retrospectively, it did make sense. He even felt stupid for not figuring it out sooner – or, rather, for figuring it out back when Hawkmoth’s powers were still fairly limited, and the damage done (both physical and psychological) was only a fraction of what would happen next, but being too much in denial of the kind of person his father was, and therefore falling for his tricks. 

But his father had grown cockier with his powers, sloppier. His desperation sent him in a slow, downward spiral, hijacking his every thought, eating away at him until one day, he’d stumbled out of what Adrien would later discover was his lair, straight into his atelier, holding his head in his hands – still clad in the purple suit that made most of Paris tremble.

Adrien had stood frozen in the doorway, at first not comprehending what he was seeing. Then, as his father – Paris’ most wanted villain – finally noticed him, the cogs in his brain had whirred again, and he’d made a dash for his room, knowing fully well what he needed to do.

Plagg had to go. Whatever happened next, he couldn’t end up in his father’s hands. 

He’d sent his best friend and his ring away just before the iron curtains had come down on his room’s windows. Just before the tears came streaming down his cheeks, as he cowered in a wardrobe, completely and utterly alone.

Until Marinette’s rescue mission, that is. 

Her being Ladybug, had come as both a complete surprise and an obvious conclusion to a mystery he’d done his best not to uncover since the day he’d first met his Lady. Adrien had obviously dreamed of figuring out who hid under his partner’s spotted mask, daring to ask every so often on the off chance that maybe she’d reconsidered her stance on the matter. But never, in his wildest dreams, had he ever made the conscious link between the two girls who brightened up his life. 

(Not that he remembered, anyway.)

Her plan had been so ingenious that he hadn’t clocked what was going on at first. He’d heard his father go on a rampage around the mansion in his search for him, half begging Adrien to listen to his explanations, half threatening him; and then there was silence as the doorbell cut through his words, and echoed through the house, once. Twice, insistent.

The silence was loud for a second, followed by footsteps running down the hallway. Gabriel opening the door. Voices, cordial at first, although Adrien couldn’t quite make the words out. He wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, what Marinette had said, but somehow, she’d been invited in.

“Adrien?” His father’s tone was completely normal as he’d knocked on his door. “Adrien, your friend Marinette is here to see you. She saw the security system go off and came to check if everything was alright.” 

“I know how you feel about closed spaces,” Marinette had chimed in. Adrien had slowly crawled out of his hiding spot and made his way towards his room’s door, frowning, trying to remember when he’d told her about his fear. “It’s almost as bad as one of our friend’s fear of running out of cheese,” she’d added as he’d opened the door, turned towards Gabriel.

Adrien had stared at her blankly.

“Another one of our friends is worse about sweets, though,” Marinette had continued seemingly breezily, but Adrien had noticed the insistant glance she’d thrown him. “You should see her in January, she can’t get enough galette.”

Gabriel had chuckled politely, his shoulders tenser than usual, tearing Adrien’s focus off of Marinette’s words. “Well, as you can see, Adrien is very well, no need to worry. Now, if you don’t mind, I have an important matter to discuss with my son.”

Adrien had felt his blood run cold as his father’s fingers dug into his shoulder, which, from Marinette’s perspective, he assumed probably looked like a recreation of the painting looming over the grand staircase.

“Oh, of course, I’ll probably leave you to it, then,” Marinette had looked down, and fidgeted with her ring. 

Adrien had been torn between screaming out for her to make a run for it, to get as far as she could from the mansion and his father, somewhere safe, and begging her to take him with her. But something about her gesture had caught his attention.

Marinette didn’t wear a ring. And this wasn’t an Alliance ring, which he’d seen spread among his peers like wildfire. They didn’t have a common friend who loved galette. Or camembert.

The only person he knew who loved camembert was… 

He’d caught Marinette’s eyes, hoping she could read the question in his eyes. The way she’d nodded back, very slowly, led him to think she had. 

Swiftly, he’d turned around before his father could move, and grabbed the brooch he’d suspected lay beneath his scarf, tossing it to Marinette (Ladybug!), who’d caught it just as she called for her transformation. She’d grabbed his hand before jumping over the balustrade, almost dislocating his shoulder in the process (a small price to pay to get away, really). 

Adrien had heard his father swear after them, his footsteps rushing down, but he didn’t get very far. Ladybug opened the mansion’s door, and what seemed to be the entire Parisian police force rushed in, tackling him to the ground.

Just thinking about it again gave Adrien palpitations. He took a deep breath and got out of the chair, deciding to take a small break from writing. He owed Marinette so much.

—

Anyway, I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I haven’t had any news from you, and I feel like I’m going crazy. Realistically, I know that I like you, combined with our double… friendship, I guess?, must mean that I’m not just any friend to you, but I can’t help but wonder why you’re so silent. I guess I haven’t really been in touch either, even before your departure, but there’s just been so much going on with the trial… I don’t want to bother you, but you should know I’m here if you ever need to talk. Kwami, I wish we could talk right now. Even if I like the idea of sending you a letter, since there’s less chance of things getting lost in nerves.

Because I love you, Adrien. I’ve been trying to tell you for so long, but it never felt like it was the right time nor place to say it. I think I know why, now.

Marinette put her pen down and rubbed her face with her hands. The more she thought about it, the more everything made sense. All this time, she’d felt as if she’d been missing a piece of a puzzle, which threw all her confessions slightly off kilter – as it turned out, her feeling had been justified. 

What a shame the moment everything fell down like pieces into place had to be when Adrien had to leave. 

She shook her head. It was only temporary. She sat back in her chair with a sigh, looking out of her window. It was getting late; Notre Dame’s façade was illuminated, casting a comforting glow in the night. She wondered if Adrien’s view was as pretty as hers, and what he was up to. She didn’t dare bet he was thinking about her, but she hoped he did.

Do what you will with this information, she scribbled under her confession, sighing. I’m here if you need to talk, about anything you want. The weather, the upcoming trial, how you’re doing in London, how annoying I can imagine Félix being, what everyone in the class is up to, physics… You name it! I just really want to hear your voice again, especially your laugh.

You deserve to laugh, Adrien. So, so much. And I hope this letter brings at least a smile to your lips.

—

“Kid, you should be careful where you put your letters, I almost used it as a napkin for my extra mature pont l’évêque ,” Plagg yawned. 

“It wouldn’t matter much if you did,” Adrien sighed.

“Yes, I read it, you’re not sure you’ll send it, blablabla,” Plagg mimicked, holding up the piece of paper. 

“Hey! That was supposed to be private!” Adrien snatched it from his flippers with a huff. 

“It would be a shame, you know. It’s just the kind of thing Pigtails would love to receive.” Plagg shrugged. 

“You think?” Adrien asked, his voice suddenly hopeful.

“Trust me, Adrien, I know. ” 

Adrien couldn’t help the wide smile that spread on his lips at the thought. He went through his latest addition to the letter. 

You know, I feel like my neurons are a little less scrambled now, but Aunt Amélie is keeping me busy on this side of the Channel (I’m really discovering London, though, which is nice – I’d never been to Brixton, Camden or Hampstead Heath, but they’re great places to explore! I’d like to take you there someday, if you’ll allow me), and on the rare occasions I can sit down, which is generally late at night, I have to try and focus to go through the mess we’re going to be faced with. To tell you the truth, I much prefer sitting here writing to you, even though I don’t even know if I’ll ever even send you this letter. 

I keep thinking about the next time I’ll see you. I really want to run back to Paris, to you; I almost did, back on the train. I’m sure there would’ve been a way to stop it in its tracks, but in a way, I’m glad I didn’t. Even if there’s nothing I would’ve liked more than staying with you, putting a little distance between me and my father was quite welcome. If only there’d been a way for you to be with me… 

Sometimes, I think about calling you, but I’m always afraid that it’ll be a bad time, what with the UK being an hour behind you and all.  

He picked up his pen and added:

I hope you’re okay and that you know that I miss you and our hangouts, both in school and on the rooftops. I can’t wait to see you again, my Lady, whatever the circumstances. A small part of me hopes that it’ll be before the trial, or that we’ll get to be alone together for a bit afterwards. You and me against the world, and everything. 

(And maybe some of your dad’s chouquettes.) 

Lots of love, and hope to hear from you soon, 

Your Adrien

“There,” Adrien announced to no one in particular as he sealed his envelope. “I really hope you’re right, Plagg.” 

—

Anyway. I won’t hold you up any longer, but I just thought you should know how I feel. I’ll see you at the trial, at the latest – please don’t love London so much that you won’t come back… 

Forever yours, 

Marinette

Marinette dotted the i in her signature with a heart, and decided against re-reading the whole letter. Instead, she took out an envelope, neatly folded the page in three, and slid it inside. She wrote out Adrien’s name on the front of it, along with the Fathoms’ address, stuck a stamp at the top, and indicated her return address at the back. 

Then, she picked up her bag, and prepared to go to Alya’s. She’d post the letter on her way there; it would distract her from the wait that inevitably came with snail mail. 

She hoped her letter wouldn’t get drowned in the mass of mail Adrien surely received. 

Now, all she had to do was wait.

—

A week later, coming back from school, Marinette found a letter on her desk, and recognised the address’ calligraphy instantly. She all but tore the envelope open, her heart rate accelerating and a smile spreading wider and wider on her lips as her eyes progressed through the message. 

The date at the top told her that Adrien had written to her before reading her letter, but one thing was for sure: they were on the same page.

She placed the sheet back on her desk when she was done, feeling giddier than ever, and reached for her phone – it started ringing in her hands, Adrien’s face lighting up the screen. She almost dropped it in surprise.

“Hi,” Adrien’s voice breathed on the other end of the line.

“Hi,” she repeated, feeling herself blush. “How are–”

“I got your letter,” he blurted quickly, cutting her off. 

“I got yours, too.” She gently ran her fingers down the paper on her desk.

“Good, good.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Hey, I know this is a strange request, but would you mind going up to your balcony for a second?” he blurted quickly, cutting her off.

“Um, okay.” Marinette frowned a little, but still made her way up. Maybe it was a question of connection.

She swiftly pulled herself out of her skylight, and froze. 

Her balcony was covered in red roses: they were entangled in the wrought-iron, stood in vases on the floor, in a petal path leading straight to… Astrochat, sheepishly holding a single red rose. He hung up the phone.

“I love you too, Marinette,” he said. 

Tears welled up in Marinette’s eyes as she threw herself into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could. 

“Don’t worry about me not coming back, I’ll always stay,” he whispered in her hair. 

Marinette looked up at him, feeling like her heart might burst out of her chest. 

“Glad to hear that, silly cat,” she said with a smile, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his.

One of his arms wrapped around her waist while his other hand softly cupped her face as he deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in Marinette’s stomach. She wished time would stand still to let her savour this moment forever. 

Although her wish wasn’t granted, knowing that Adrien returned her feelings and would come back to her did make their parting a little easier. 

“You know, I don’t know what the future holds for us, my Lady,” Astrochat said as he was about to leave, gently taking her hands in his, “but one thing I do know is, if you’ll allow it, I’m never letting go of you, of us. Not if I can help it.” He brought her hands to his lips, his eyes boring into hers.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Marinette answered, pink dusting her cheeks. 

“I bet you will.” He winked. “See you soon, my love.” 

He kissed her again, gently, longingly, and then slid his visor shut and took off. 

Marinette wistfully watched him fly away, her chin propped up on her arms, leaning on her bannister. 

She truly was the lucky one.

[reanbowful]

NEW REQUEST NEW REUEST-

after a looong night with them, reader woke up with a very sore leg and have some trouble walking 👁️👁️?

OMG I READ THIS HALF ASLEEP AND THOUGHT IT WAS COMPLETELY INNOCENT. Like the reader was walking for the whole day w him and have sore legs :)

It was the eye emoji cleared things up for me to know that this was nsfw 👀

“take responsibility”

if you’re sore after having sex with them

*nsfw content

(ben, gerard, jake, donald, wolf)

ben park / park humin

Okay okay, let’s connect this to my other hcs. This dude is big ok.

He’s big and he can go for however many fucking rounds you want.

And that’s only on a normal day.

If he’s really horny, then just imagine how many rounds it would take to finally tire him out.

You woke up feeling a numb pain all over your body.

Ben was pretty damn rough last night. You actually felt like you were going to pass out if he made you cum another time.

Groaning, you rub your eyes, sitting up to examine the state of your body.

Pulling away the covers, you were revealed with hickeys and bite marks littered literally everywhere on your body. But it’s clean at least. So, Ben took the time to clean you.

Well good fucking job. Because if you wake up in that state AND is still dirty. He’s gonna catch some hands fr.

You heard some rustlings behind the door, and there you see. Your overgrown puppy boyfriend. Fidgeting with his fingers, looking oddly nervous.

“What are you doing?”

“A-are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?”

You deadpanned at him.

“Hm. Where are my clothes?”

“Oh. They’re in the dryer- Figured you wouldn’t want to wear yesterday’s clothes-“

“Then give me one of yours.”

He looked at your figure, then stared blankly at the floor.

“That’s too lethal.”

“Then?! You want me to go eat breakfast completely naked?!!”

And Ben decided that’s even more dangerous than the former. Quickly, he grab the smallest t-shirt he has in his wardrobe and handed it to you.

“Sorry. I- okay I have no excuse, I’m realllly sorry, babe.”

“Tch, stop with that. I’m so tired of you saying sorry and sorry only to keep going for more rounds after that.”

He sat on the side of the bed, feeling extremely guilty when you winced as you put the shirt on.

“You fucking asshole. Next time don’t push it in so deep. I have a migraine now.”

Ben promised to not touch you for a month after that, wanting to let you recover. Although.. let’s say, he’s not the strongest man when it comes to teasing.

gerard jin / jin gayool

Gerard would spoil you so much.

The two of you hadn’t had the time to be intimate with each other for a while now.

You have been busy with your school organisation life, and Gerard with his endless part-time jobs.

Even then, it was pure coincidence that your team decided to go on the location survey a day early. Leaving you with enough free time to visit your boyfriend at his place.

When you arrived, Gerard was passed out on the sofa.

You dropped your bag on the floor and made your way to your boyfriend. Lying on top of him.

After like three hours, you woke up. Feeling something rubbing against your thigh.

You looked up to see a red faced Gerard.

“Sorry, it’s been a while.”

He really made up for lost times after that.

Remembering how he was last night, you couldn’t even imagine Gerard acting like that in a normal occasion.

It’s not that he was rough or anything. He just won’t fucking stop.

“What’s with me today? I can’t seem to calm down.”

So here you are.

You wince as you sat up from the small bed. Gerard is still asleep next to you.

You give him a small kiss on his forehead. Stroking his hair gently.

He must’ve fallen asleep right away last night. Because you feel absolutely disgusting.

Taking a step away from the bed, you tried to walk yourself over to the bathroom, only to fall straight down with a thud.

Startling Gerard awake who immediately went to you and picked you up to the bed.

“What were you trying to do?”

“Baby, I need a shower.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Gegard stroked your hair with an apologetic smile before putting on some trousers to get some water and wipe you clean.

He would be so so sweet about it too. Kissing your hand as he wiped down your body. Bringing you food in bed.

Anything you need, you get.

“I’m sorry for last night..”

“It’s fine. I liked it.”

“Ahh.. please don’t rile me up again.”

jake ji / ji hakho

With Jake, I see a very oddly specific scenario.

You were reading a new book you just bought. It had taken the book a month to arrive at your doorstep as it came from overseas.

So basically you’re very excited to read it. To the point where you would just ignore Jake’s advances towards you.

“Jake, seriously. Go grab a manga from the corner or something.”

“But, babe! I wanna do it pleaseee!”

You shoved him away in annoyance, making him scowl as he returned to his seat across from you.

With a brilliant, brilliant idea. He smirked, approaching you to whisper something in your ear.

Jake left your house swiftly after that. Leaving you dumbfounded and taken aback. But what does it matter. You have your book with you and you’re going to finish it by today.

Except what he said to you had more of an impact than you thought it did.

“If you want to read that book so bad, do it. I won’t come see you, or contact you. When you finally feel like doing it, come find me.”

You shook your head, feeling stupid. Fine. If that’s how he wanna do it, then so be it.

But one day turned into three. And three days turned to a week.

You’re feel a migraine building up. You can’t concentrate on the lessons at all. And your body feels hot every so often you catch a glimpse of Jake’s picture on your phone.

You just know that this mf is enjoying what he’s doing to you.

Eventually, after the two weeks mark, you caved. You texted Jake to meet you.

You really wanted to (affectionately) slap that grin off of his face.

Long story short, the two of you stepped into your apartment, he immediately pushed you to the back of the door. Kissing you as he began to frantically undress you.

“I didn’t jerk myself off at all for the past 2 weeks. You know what that means, right?”

Once you guys are finished, Jake would be back to his usual cheery self.

You didn’t know how many rounds you two went, but he really emptied all those accumulated loads from those two weeks out.

And for some reason, you felt more relaxed than you were the past week not seeing Jake.

He also would spoil you a lot after that, but not as much as Gerard.

He would give you massages, cook you food, bring you drinks. Rather than serving you, he would just be happy that he could see you again.

donald na / na baekjin

Ah yes, this guy.

When Donald is drunk, or if he drinks. It will take him a long long time to cum.

So, if you go and do it with Donald after let’s say a Union dinner.

He won’t be stopping until either one of you passes out. Most likely it would be you let’s be honest.

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. You’re hangover, your body hurts, you feel sticky, and sweaty.

A certain blonde is gripping you by your waist, maybe a little too tightly. Nuzzling onto the crook of your neck.

“Babe, let go.”

Upon further lucidity, you realised that he’s still inside you. And for fucks sake, he’s hard.

“Ugh.. y/n.”

Well, ngl his raspy morning voice is kinda (very) hot.

But no. No, no. You can’t take care of him right now. What you need is a shower. That’s right. Shower.

“I have to go shower, Donald. We’re both really nasty right now.”

Squinting open his eyes, Donald groaned, only pulling you closer. Unconsciously bucking his hips when he does so, making you gasp.

Shocked, slapped his thigh. Startling him a bit.

“Baby, why?”

“You! Let go of me, otherwise I’m banning sex for the rest of the month.”

“That’s too cruel, y/n. I didn’t even move when you passed out on my dick last night-“

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!”

Donald laughed. Finally pulling himself out and picking you up with him to the bathroom.

“I can walk by myself.”

“No, you cant.”

The first fifteen minutes, he would really try to clean you and himself. But then he hadn’t really had the chance to relieve himself fully last night, right?

If you still can, he will ask you to help him with your hands. Otherwise, he’ll just do it himself and finish on top of you.

You’ll end up having to wash yourselves 2 times after that.

wolf keum / keum seongje

Wolf is rough on a normal day.

So imagine how this dude would be when he’s in pent up. For a whole month.

You were away for the entire summer to a summer school in London.

You should be thankful it’s in London, because if it’s anywhere in Korea, Wolf would kidnap you right back into his house within 2 days of you being away.

For a whole month, this mf would be an absolute nightmare for everyone around him.

He’s much more irritable and would snap at anything that breathes. Only calming down when his phone dings with a notification from you.

Today, you were supposed to return. As you told Wolf you would. You were only gonna stay for 3 weeks.

But some things came up, and you had to stay for yet another week.

When Wolf heard this, Hwangmo was ready to defend any expensive items in sight from Wolf’s rage. But was surprised when he simply pocketed his phone, eerily silent.

Not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, but he’ll take this over another broken macbook.

Wolf was smoking in his bedroom window when he heard the front door of his apartment click open.

You took your shoes off, putting all of the chocolates you bought for him in the fridge and walking into his room.

“Wolf?”

The second he sees your figure step in, Wolf immediately lost every ounce of self control he has in his body.

He immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, hands roaming all over your body. Pushing you to the bed as he sucked and bit on your neck.

“I’m done waiting.”

So that’s the story of how you end up with a personal purple haired butler who wouldn’t even let you lift a single finger.

“I’ll do it.”

“Wolf. I can do it myself, I’m just sore not sick.”

He wouldn’t say it, but he feels a tiny bit guilty when you said you couldn’t walk to the bathroom when you woke him up the next day.

Would be very clingy and cuddle you close after fulfilling every request you ask from him. (he would do it without questions)

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May I please request for some comfort fic with Plo? Reader having trouble handling her anxiety attack? Cue reader having ocd too if possible.

Hope this is okay for you!

Knowledge and Experience

Plo Koon x reader

Word Count: 615

Usually you could deal with anxiety attacks just fine, sometimes it would take a few goes at your breathing techniques, but you’d eventually always get there.

     This one was never ending! Your chest felt tight, it was impossible to get any air in, so you were forced to take shallower breaths if you wanted to survive at all.

     This was what you hated most, the lack of control, being forced to comply with the pathetic wishes of your mind that just couldn’t stay organised or calm to save your life.

     You let your head bow and rest on your knees as you sat curled against the wall of your small kitchen. Coruscant didn’t allow for many large homes, certainly none that you could afford, but you didn’t necessarily mind the smaller space, until the anxiety attacks took over, then you felt trapped and like the walls had begun closing in.

     ‘Just breathe.’ Plo’s warm baritone voice surrounded you for just a moment, enough to realise you’d been panting hard for far longer than you thought. Your chest was aching far too much. ‘You’ve done this before, you can do it again.’

     ‘I-I can’t.’ You panted, knowing that talking was a bad idea, it would only mean less air being used to inflate your already burning lungs.

     ‘We both know that is not true.’ Plo spoke low and quiet, keeping everything steady as he normally did, but it wasn’t working. You just needed to focus on surviving until it was over.

     Plo ran his hand over your arm, clearly understanding you just needed to be left alone for a moment. You were glad for it, until you heard him moving around your kitchen.

     You knew from sound alone that whilst he was trying to be kind and considerate, he was causing more disruption than actually helping. You could hear the way things were being put into drawers that it wasn’t right. You had an order to things and often Plo would allow you to go through your routines without trying to help, he knew you had a way of doing things.

     Eventually it was too much and you could no longer focus on getting the little air into your body as was allowed, he needed to let you focus.

     ‘Plo, please,’ you snapped, standing up to see the chaos he had caused. ‘I just need a moment to focus, can I please do that?’ You stared around at the kitchen, seeing small trinkets slightly misaligned with the counter tops, it wasn’t as chaotic as your thought, but it still bothered you. ‘What have you done?’ You shook your head feeling your annoyance flaring.

     You tried not to be too upset, but instead went about realigning everything so it sat neatly in place.

     ‘I’m sorry I got annoyed,’ you sighed. ‘I just need a moment to…’

     You looked up at Plo who was smiling, leaning back against the counter with his arms folded. ‘Yes?’ He raised his eyebrow, knowingly.

     ‘You sneaky bastard.’ You half laughed, realising that through focusing on the small chaos he’d created, you’d managed to allow your chest to open up enough to steady out your breathing and the anxiety attack was over.

     ‘So, you have previously said.’ He chuckled.

     ‘Of course, now we have to deal with my OCD.’ You said, breathing in deep lungful’s of air and finally feeling calmer.

     ‘I’m sure I can come up with another sneaky tactic to resolve that as well.’

     ‘Over-confidence?’ You teased his Jedi ways.

     ‘Knowledge and experience.’ Plo chuckled.

     It was true, he knew you very well and you had no doubts that he would find a way to help you through the next step.

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Mlt fanfic part 6!

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“I’m sorry Maya, but i couldn’t leave you alone knowing this”.

“I told you not to come”, Maya replied, with a blank expression.

“I know”.

Maya sighed, you could tell she had been crying a lot.

“Maya i need to talk to you about something, and please be honest with me”.

“Okay fine, just come inside quickly”, She said, scanning the area behind you.

You walked past her and sat on her couch.

“I don’t know how to say this, but did you go out with her, which is why she took the video of us?”.

Maya still had the same emotionless face, as if she wasn’t even there.

“I don’t want to talk about it”.

“But please can you just tell me what happened, what did she say when she confessed?”.

Maya shook her head not even looking at you.

“Maya”, you said, softly.

“Fine”. Maya sighed.

“Yes i went out with her for a few weeks but it only started because we kissed when we were drunk and I was confused, and i thought it was a good idea at the time. I told her it wasn’t going to work out but she insisted on being together, that’s why she took the video of us because she was jealous of you.

I managed to get this out of her because i stopped her before she was going to leave but then she-“. Maya’s emotionless face turned sad.

“It’s okay, what did she do?”. You asked worriedly.

“Forget about it”.

“Maya, please”.

“She trapped me by the front door so it was difficult to get past her, and i didn’t want to hurt her, so when i quickly tried to get past…”.

You reached out your hand for comfort but she ignored it.

“…she pressed her body against me and kissed me, i’m sorry”.

“Oh my God”. Was all that could escape from your mouth, nothing could have prepared you for that.

“I tried to pull away quickly, but i just froze”.

“Hey, hey it’s not your fault.” You said, moving towards her, tears now falling down your eyes.

Maya still couldn’t look at you.

“We need to tell someone about this”.

“No”. she quickly said.

“Maya you were assaulted”.

She shook her head.

“If we tell anyone the media is going to find out and it could destroy our careers”.

“Do you not want justice?”.

Silence filled the room.

Until suddenly there was a knock on the door, making you both flinch.

“It’s just my take away”.

“I can get it for you”,

“No, it’s fine”.

As maya walked to the door Mocha came trotting in from the garden.

“Hi Mocha”. You said, stroking her.

She wagged her tail in joy as she jumped up on the couch so she was next to you.

Maya walked to the kitchen organising her food with her back turned to you.

You watched her body language and she looked so drained, you couldn’t believe something so awful could happen to her.

“Do you want any of this?”, She asked.

“No it’s okay, i’ve already eaten”.

She nodded her head, then turned back towards you taking a seat.

Whilst Maya was eating you gave her a small break from your worry as you both watched the tv, this gave you time to think what the fuck to do.

There seemed to be no possible good outcome to this case.

“Would you like some wine?”. Maya asked. You turned to look at her and realised she had now already finished eating and was stood in the kitchen.

“That would be nice, thanks”.

She walked back over to you and sat down, handing you a glass. Then placing the bottle on the coffee table in front of you and poured you both some. Her glass was noticeably fuller than yours.

“I just don’t know what to do”. Maya said, taking a sip.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out”.

“Why do you keep saying that, it’s not okay”. Maya snapped.

You nodded your head, you realised you should have said something different.

“We can’t tell the police, we have no evidence it was her who took the video or proof that she kissed me”. Maya said.

“They’ll find the proof and believe you, if what you say about her is true”.

Maya for the first time looked at you properly, but not with care, with disgust.

“Do you think I would lie to you?”.

“No of course not”.

“I know i’ve hooked up with her before but I didn’t plan on kissing her today”.

“I didn’t mean it like that, wait you’ve hooked up?”.

“Is that an issue?”.

“I was just saying that because in the police’s eyes, and her’s she’ll say you are happy with her so there would be no reason for her to take the video, which would take even longer for you to convince them”.

Maya shook her head now pouring a second glass of wine.

“She couldn’t even make me cum”. Maya said, trying to avoid the issue. Now portraying a small smile on her face that she could barely keep up.

“Not like I do”, You said playing along, maybe it would ease the tension between you.

She chuckled, her face lighting up a bit.

“Why don’t we ask Mary about the situation, i’m sure she’ll know what to do, she always does”. You said, slightly moving more towards her.

“No, no one can know”. Maya said, more sternly.

You nodded your head.

“I just…I can’t get it out of my head”.

“I know, it will be there for a while but we can get over it, together”.

Maya then went to pour her third glass of wine.

“Save some for the rest of us”, You joked, with slight concern. You figured out at Hayley’s party that when Maya is drunk she get’s all clingy (and horny) which i’m sure sober Maya might not want right now.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to forget”.

You nodded your head turning back towards the tv, you couldn’t argue with her.

“Shit i need to take mocha on a walk”, Maya said, rubbing her temple.

“I can do it for you”.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes, of course”.

“Thank you”. She said, giving you a genuine smile.

You put on Maya’s lead and grabbed a spare key and headed out the door.

-20 minutes later-

On the way back from the park you walked down her street and looked to the side of her house. You noticed someone was stood in the window looking right at you.

Picking up the pace you quickly made your way to Maya’s door and unlocked it making your way inside.

You unclipped Mocha’s lead and took off your coat.

“Don’t worry it’s only me”. You said aloud.

But you got no response.

Walking into the lounge you noticed Maya was lay across the sofa, her glass was slightly smashed below her as if it had fell out of her hand and the bottle that was on the table was now empty.

“Maya”, You said, quickly bending down next to her.

She didn’t reply.

“Maya”, You called out urgently, slightly shaking her.

She quickly jolted awake, blankly staring at you.

“What”.

“Maya how much did you drink?”.

“I dunno”.

“You drank enough to pass out”.

“Oh”. She said, sitting up.

You stood up and sat next to her.

“We have training in two days and it’s not best if you’re hung over”.

“Sorry” she slurred.

“Why don’t we go and lay down upstairs”.

“Okay”.

Helping her up you made your way to the stairs, she almost stumbled a few times but you caught her.

You sat her down on the bed whilst still holding onto her.

Maya then smiled and leant towards you.

“Maya you’re way too drunk for this”.

“I…I don’t want the last person i kissed to be her”.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes”.

“Okay”, I guess you couldn’t argue with that.

She leant in towards you and kissed you with intent, her tongue already slipping into your mouth. You could taste the alcohol on her.

The kiss turned into making out but you had to break it apart as her hands traveled over your body and you knew what was on her mind, but she was way too drunk to realise right now isn’t the best time to do it.

“Maya not now”.

She nodded her head, her hands still resting on you. Her expressions then changed to a more shallow one and she quickly walked to her bathroom, she threw up just as she reached the toilet.

You sat down behind her and held her hair back for her.

“Fuck”, She said before throwing up again.

“Don’t worry, i’ve got you”.

After a few more minutes her sickness seemed to stop so she collapsed back next to you.

“I’m sorry”. She said, rubbing her eyes.

“At least it wasn’t on me”. You joked.

She chuckled in response.

“We’ll get through this”. You said, wrapping an arm around her.

“I know”. She replied, leaning her head on you as you both sat on her bathroom floor.

- The next day -

Maya woke up and felt the worse pain in her head. It then hit her what happened yesterday.

She sighed heavily placing her palms over her eyes. She wanted to cry but couldn’t.

Slowly getting out of bed she drank some water that was next to her, then made her way downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs was her front door, she hesitated before making it all the way down, having the same thing replay in her head over and over again.

“Maya?”. You called out.

This broke her out of her trance.

Walking all the way down she quickly changed her attention to the kitchen, where she saw you making breakfast for her.

“Good morning beautiful”, You said, giving her a smile.

“Morning”. She replied, moving behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“How are you feeling?”.

“Like shit”.

“I walked Mocha earlier for you”.

“Why, what time is it?”.

“12”.

“Oh fuck, sorry”. She sighed.

“It’s fine, don’t worry”.

“No, i shouldn’t have drank that much”, She said, noticing the empty wine bottle still stood on the coffee table.

“I guess this is brunch for you then”, You said, trying to take her mind away from last night.

“Yes, thank you by the way”. She said, placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“No problem”. You said, moving your hand to get a plate, however Maya held your wrist before you could get to it.

“What’s this from?”. She asked, noticing a bandage wrapped around your hand.

“Oh I just cut it”.

“What on?”.

“Broken glass”.

Maya looked to the side of her and noticed a broken wine glass on the countertop.

“Did I break that?”.

“Yes”.

She pulled away from you and her breaths became heavier, guilt consuming her.

“Maya, it’s not your fault”. You said turning towards her.

“Yes…yes it is”. She said sitting on the floor, hiding her face with her knees.

“It will heal, I don’t care”. You said crouching down next to her.

“That’s not the point”.

You shook your head.

“I shouldn’t have put you in this situation”.

“You didn’t”.

“Why are you always so nice to me…i don’t deserve it”. she whispered.

“Because”.

“Because what?”.

“Maya I love you”.

She slowly lifted her head to look at you.

“I love you”, You repeated, placing a hand on her cheek.

Her face was full of joy but also caution, she hadn’t heard that for awhile.

“I love you too y/n”. She replied, grinning.

You smiled in response.

She moved towards you, bringing you into a hug, however she lost balance so she fell backwards onto the floor, you now on top of her.

You both chuckled.

You straddled her hips so now she was trapped on the floor.

Slight panic came across her face.

“Oh i’m sorry”, You said, quickly about to get up.

“N-no it’s okay”. She replied, reaching for your hips and moving you back on top her.

“It’s okay, with you”, She said.

“You sure?”.

“Yes, I promise”.

“Okay then”. You said, slowly leaning down towards her.

A smile portrayed on her lips.

Your lips meeting her’s, feeling as if it was the first time you’ve ever kissed.

Her hands trailed down your back, until grabbing your ass.

“Someone’s feeling better”, You chuckled.

She blushed profusely.

You both suddenly smelt burning.

“Oh fuck”. You said quickly getting up.

The bacon was now burnt.

“I’m sorry I completely forgot, you must be starving”.

“That’s one way to put it”, Maya chuckled.

“Oh shut up”, You laughed at her, her humour was one of the reasons why you loved her.

“It’s fine love, i’ll just have the toast”, She said, standing up.

“Okay love”. You chuckled.

She placed the now cold bread in the toaster.

You started scraping the burnt bacon in the bin, until you felt arms wrap around you again.

“Maya stop coming up to me when i’m trying to do this with basically one hand”. You said, due to the bandage on your hand.

“I thought you liked me doing that”, She joked.

“Maya these jokes are getting out of hand now”.

“You said it, not me”. She chuckled, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

Her toast then popped up.

She removed her hands from around you, but then you secretly missed her touch.

You walked back in the kitchen and placed the pan next to the sink so you could wash it later.

Maya finished spreading jam on her toast and then headed to the lounge and you followed behind her.

You chatted for awhile whilst watching TV.

- Later that evening -

You were both cuddled back up together on the couch.

“Do you want to go out for tea tonight?”. Maya asked.

“Like on a date?”. You replied, smiling.

“Yes, we haven’t been on a proper one”.

“Of course” You replied, holding her hand.

“My parents are going to come over soon and look after Mocha whilst we go, just to be safe”.

“O-okay that’s fine”, You said nervously, you haven’t met them yet.

“I just want to say before they arrive…i haven’t told them about us yet and I don’t think they know i’m gay.

I had a boyfriend when i played in guernsey for the u16’s but i think i just went out with him because i had so much expectation on me, especially with playing with a group of boys, they wouldn’t understand”. Maya said, looking down.

“Hey, it’s okay I completely understand”. You said, squeezing her hand.

She lifted her head up at you and smiled.

“I haven’t told my parents about us either, they know i’m gay, I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with that. When i came out a few years ago they weren’t really accepting at first but they understand now, don’t worry”.

“Okay that’s reassured me a bit”.

“I’m glad”, You said kissing her head.

- A few hours later -

The doorbell rang and Maya got up to answer.

“You okay?”. She asked.

“Yes”. You replied, nodding your head.

“Just don’t tell them about…”.

“I won’t”.

You were worried for Maya that she couldn’t even tell her parents about what happened to her, but you understood how she felt as you assumed she hadn’t told them about going out with her either.

She opened the door and greeted them with a smile, Mocha also doing the same.

She led them into the living room and you stood up to greet them.

“Hi, lovely to finally meet you, i’ve seen you on tv a lot”, Maya’s mum said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too”, You replied, shaking her hand, you did the same for her dad.

“So where are you both off to later?”. Her dad asked.

“We’re going to a restaurant”. Maya said.

“Are any of your other friends joining you?”.

“No just the two of us”, Maya replied, putting on a fake smile.

“Oh okay”.

Maya looked nervous.

“Well you two have fun then”. Her mum said, smiling at you.

“Thank you”, You said, unsure of what to say.

The room then went quiet.

“Before we go…mum, dad there’s something i need to tell you”, Maya said, glancing over to you for reassurance.

You nodded your head, giving her a smile.

“What is it?”. Her mum asked, curiously.

Luckily her parents were now sat down by that point.

Maya opened her mouth but nothing came out at first.

“It’s okay, you can tell us anything”.

“well, Y/n isn’t just my friend…she’s my girlfriend”, She said, looking over at you.

“Oh”. Her mum said now glancing at you. A nervous smile plastering on your face.

Looking over at her dad you saw him shake his head and sighed.

The silence was now deafening.

“Are you not going to say anything?”, Maya said, her voice slightly breaking.

“I just didn’t know you are like that”. Her mum said.

“Like what?”, Maya said with a stern voice.

“Y’know”.

“A lesbian…you can say it. Y’know what just forget about it, let’s go”. She said, looking at you and quickly leaving the room grabbing her car keys on the way out.

You tried to catch up to her.

Maya climbed in the car, slamming the door shut.

“Maya, it’s okay they’ll-”.

“No, it’s not okay”. Maya shouted, hiding her face on the steering wheel.

You stayed quiet and shut the door next to you.

Tears then formed in Mayas eyes, even though she tried to push them back.

“I knew this would happen”. She said, shaking her head.

After a few more seconds she started the engine even though tears were still falling down her face.

We would arrive early but you didn’t question it.

She played some music along the way trying to block out the silence.

You wanted to say something to reassure her, but i don’t think any words would help.

Pulling up in the car park you noticed you were half an hour early to the reservation.

Maya didn’t say anything so you thought you would take it into you own hands and turned down the radio as you didn’t want the night to be completely ruined.

“We can’t sit here in silence for half an hour”.

She didn’t reply, only looking out the window.

You sighed.

“I shouldn’t have said anything”, maya said, shaking her head.

“You said how you truly felt, that’s the most important thing”.

“It was a mistake”.

You were taken aback by Maya’s comment, you didn’t expect that from her.

After a few seconds and no reply from you, Maya felt a strong sense of regret.

“I’m sorry, i just wanted this night to be perfect, but i ruined it”.

“No you didn’t”.

“I did”. Maya sighed.

You shook your head.

“Whatever they say or feel, even if it takes awhile just know i will always love you no matter what”: You said.

“I love you too”. Maya said, wiping her eyes.

“Come here”. You said wrapping your arms around her.

She buried her head into you letting out a sigh of relief

“Can we go in now i’m starving”.

“Me too”, She replied, chuckling and pulling away.

The restaurant was nicer than you thought, but the prices weren’t so nice.

You scanned the menu trying to find the cheapest thing on there which was a salad as it was all you could afford at the minute.

Man united pay you well but most of your money has to go to paying your apartment which is expensive in central Manchester.

In addition your parents sometimes ask for money as you weren’t brought up in a middle class family like Maya, she can already afford a house at 20.

“What are you having?”. Maya asked from across the table, disrupting your thoughts.

“Oh, um i think i might just have a salad”, You replied, with a weak smile.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes, I um, I can’t really afford anything else”.

“Don’t worry, i’ll pay for it”.

“You really don’t have to”.

“No i want to”.

“You sure?”.

“I did invite you out after all”, She replied, with a smile.

Even though she looked happy enough you could still tell she was still thinking about what her parents said.

“Thank you”, You said reaching out to hold her hand, but you were interrupted by the waiter.

You both ended up ordering a steak. For drinks you ordered a pink gin and tonic as Maya insisted, she just ordered a diet coke as she’s had enough alcohol for this week.

“Do you think you’ll be okay for training tomorrow?”.

“Yes, I don’t see why not”.

“It’s just with-“.

“Can we talk about something else”.

“Okay”, You replied, nodding your head.

You talked with Maya for a good 20minutes before your food arrived, it was mostly her giggling the whole time to the point where you got a few looks.

The steak was nice, the nicest you’ve ever had, but you don’t have it often.

“I’m just going to the toilet”, Maya said, getting up.

“Okay, don’t do a runner on me”, You joked.

“I won’t”, She laughed, but as she did her eyes were still on you, she walked into a waiter and their drink spilled onto her.

“Oh my God, i’m so sorry”. She said. It was wine so now it was never going to come off.

“It’s okay, i’ll just get another one”.

“Do you want me to pay for it?”.

“No it’s okay, i’m sorry your dress is stained”.

She quickly walked to the bathroom, you got up to follow her.

“That’s so embarrassing”. Maya said covering her face.

“Hey it’s okay, i’m sure it will come off”.

She urgently tried to wipe the stain off her but it barely made a difference.

She felt like she could almost cry after todays events.

“I know how to remove the stain from you”. You said.

“How?”. She said, so seriously.

“To take your dress off”. You winked.

“It’s too early for that yet”, She chuckled.

Then looking to the side of you, you both noticed a women was stood behind waiting to wash her hands and giving you a weird look.

You both burst out laughing and quickly made your way towards the door.

Going back to your table Maya paid the check, you didn’t get desert as you didn’t want to stay more then you needed to, and we had training tomorrow.

Getting back in her car you noticed she now had a big grin on her face.

“Did you enjoy tonight?”, You asked, putting on your seat belt.

“Yes it was lovely”, She replied, starting the engine.

However the closer you made it to Maya’s house, the more her smile started to fade.

She parked up outside her house but found it difficult to get out.

“They’ve had time to think about it now, i’m sure they’ll understand”, You said reassuringly.

“I guess so”, Maya sighed.

Getting out the car you made it to her front door and she slowly turned the key to unlock it.

As you walked in Maya headed into the lounge but only found her mum and Mocha sat on the sofa.

“Where’s dad?”. She asked.

“Oh he just went home”.

“Why?”.

“You know what he can be like”.

Maya nodded her head, sitting next to her and stroking Mocha for comfort.

Her mum gave you a smile as you took a seat as well.

“Maya I just wanted to say i’m sorry about before, I was just shocked when you told me considering you had a boyfriend not too long ago”.

“It was 4years ago”.

“Well, I fully support you no matter what May, i’m happy you’ve found someone like y/n, i just need to knock some sense into your father”.

Maya’s face lit up at that.

“Thanks”, She said, bringing her into a hug.

“I should probably get home now, it’s getting quite late…what happened to your dress?”.

“Oh I accidentally walked into someone and wine fell on me”.

“Well take it off, i’ll bring it home to wash properly”.

Maya looked at you and you both started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”.

“Nothing, nothing i’ll go and get changed now”. Maya said making her way upstairs.

“I don’t know how you put up her”, Her mum joked.

“Yeah, i don’t know either”, You nervously laughed.

“Well as long as you make her happy, that’s the main thing”.

“Yes of course”.

“I’m sorry about earlier”.

“It’s okay, my parents were the same”.

“How are they now?”.

“They understand”.

“Okay, that’s good”.

You nodded your head.

Maya then came back downstairs wearing shorts and a strapped top, slightly revealing her chest.

You gulped as she walked in, you could tell she did it on purpose.

“Thank you may”, Her mum said as she passed her the dress.

She gave you a smile.

“Okay i’ll go now, it was nice to meet you y/n”,

“You could stay here if you like, I have a spare bedroom”.

Shock came across your face at mayas comment as you shook your head, but out of sight of her mum.

Maya chuckled, wanting to see your reaction.

“No it’s okay, i haven’t brought any spare clothes or anything, i’ll just call a taxi”.

“Okay, i’ll just get you an uber it’ll be here in 4minutes”.

Her mum then said goodbye to you and made her way home.

When Maya locked the door she came back in the living room and sat next to you.

“I told you it would be fine”. You said.

“My eyes are up here”, She replied, watching your eyes slowly wander down.

“Well, you chose to wear that on purpose and then asked your mum to stay over”.

“Is that a problem?”, She joked.

“N-no, she’s nice, but-”.

“But what?”.

“You just look so good”.

“What were you planning on doing?”. She asked, edging closer to you.

“N-nothing”, You blushed.

“Very well then, i’ll put mocha in the garden and then we can go to bed”. She said, getting up.

“Okay may”, You laughed.

“Hey, my parents call me that”.

“Can i not?”.

“I don’t mind”, She said, walking to the back door.

- A few minutes later -

Mocha came trotting back in and curled up in her bed like she usually does.

You said goodnight to her and made your way upstairs, Maya following behind you.

“I need to take this off”, You said, trying to reach the zip of your dress that was now becoming uncomfortable.

“I’ll do it”.

She slowly unzipped it and it fell to the floor, you put on one of Maya’s tops as the only clothes you had left on you was your underwear.

You were going to turn to Maya, but then went to brush your teeth using her spare toothbrush that was now yours.

She laughed and followed behind you and did the same.

Walking back to her bedroom you then climbed in her bed.

“Goodnight”, You said to her.

“Oh are you going to sleep now?”. She asked smirking.

“Yes I don’t want to be sore tomorrow”.

“It doesn’t have to be”, She said laying next to you.

“But after a training session I thought it’s a good thing that my muscles would be sore. why, what were you thinking of?”.

“Oh shut it”, Maya giggled.

You turned to look at her as her face turning slightly red.

“I’m joking May, just kiss me already”.

[fatteningmenstories]

Benched part 4

The first biggest challenge was defiantly the walking, under doctors orders the crutches were retired and Devon was instructed to slowly start to move more and more. But even this was challenge, after a couple of steps he was struggling, his legs felt weaker and with every step there was this burning sensation in his bones. He would not even make it halve way through the doctors mandatory excerise routines before he had to call it quits. What was going on, he was a star athlete how was he letting a couple of steps be the boss of him, sure he had been out of practice for a while but Devon was not going to let this stop him. So he tried again and again, until he was blue in the face and felt sweat in places he didn’t know he could sweat and after each routine he felt exhausted but luckily for him the doctor had said nothing about cutting down his food intake, so chief continued to pull out all the stops making sure their employer never went hungry.

The second big challenge came about when it was finally time to start physio, sure Devon had been doing some small exercises here and there but under doctors orders, now that Devon could confidently walk about on his feet it was time for physio, and it was time for Devon to finally leave the house and he soon found out that eating like a pig for the last 6-months of course meant nothing would fit his large over-fed body . He tried fruitlessly but none of his old clothes would even budge, his trousers wouldn’t get past his thighs and his shirts wouldn’t buckle, he was just too big, too round and far too fat. God - he thought to himself this bulk has really hit its limit, he felt enormous and he definitely looked it, his gut was so massive it ripped his shirts into shreds when Ajay tried to squeeze him in it. With the physio waiting across London, he was left trying to fit into Ajay clothes, and even they were a tight fit, there was no way he was fatter than Ajay but alas even in his chubby lovers designer kit he still felt suffocated.

The doctor had organised one of the best physio in all of London, they had all been sworn to secrecy and all that staff and been forced to sign a nda, they were all left puzzling their heads about what could be such a secret, until of course the lift doors opened and outstepped a man who looked like he hadn’t been in a gym in years, let alone the star footballer of one of the country’s most prestige teams. They were expecting a man who was once the most eligible bachelor in all of Europe with he his gorgeous face and ripped muscular body and here stood a man in clothes to small to fit their wearers massive frame, a body that fit a man that looked like he had been done nothing but stuff his face day in and out .

“Alight Devon, lets see what we working with” said the lead physio instructing Devon to the scales

Stepping on them, he couldn’t even see the scales as his gut blocked his view by a good amount of fat ,

“Gosh, I mean uhh 130kg”

“What, are you taking the piss” , that couldn’t be right, the numbers had to be a lie

“Im sorry, sir but that this is one the most accurate scales out there’

Devon was left with no words, he simply mustered by the dirty bulk line and followed the very in shape physio to the changing rooms, compared to him Devon looked massive, almost double the size in width. Finally in the the changing rooms he was finally given some fitting clothes that fitted around his huge fat body, he dared not to look at the size but a small flash of Xs caught his eyes as he grabbed for them with his tubby fingers. Checking himself out in the mirror was a very sobering process, what had he done to himself, he was far form fat and well into the obese relm , looking at his massive gut and wider frame the memories of his once fitter body flooded his mind, however as he felt his fat gut up, prodding it and squeezing it his mind was filled with all the good food he had stuffed into to over the last year and damn did it make him feel hunger.

He was snapped out of the images of plates of food and desserts, when the young fit physio , known as Tom , popped round the corner telling Devon it was time to start. This all lead to the next big challenge, sure walking had been tough but compared to this that was spoonful of sugar, they had started it slow on the treadmill, a good pace was established, but god did it feel different there was so much more of him, he was heavier and massive. From the fat in his gut that swayed with each step to the rolls of fat in his arms that rubbed against his moobs. All over on this this treadmill he felt his fat body coming to alive, and a bit of him enjoyed and he felt he felt his dick stir under his fat balloon gut. But then Tom seeing the grin of Devon’s face took the initiative to to raise the speed a tad , just a bit forcing him to pick up the pace and jog, for the first few seconds as he jumped from foot to foot, Devon felt free, but then it started, the burning in his lungs, the stabbing in his feet, the sweat piling up. He had quickly used up his once amazing stamina and endurance , his fat body was just too heavy, each jog felt like he was pulling tons, before long he was panting for breathe, red in the face. Tom saw how hard his job was going to be right then and therem as Devon collapsed on the floor exhausted.

“Come on big, guy, we’ve still got a good hour left to shift this weight’ Tom chuckled as he slapped Devon’s fat gut that was now exposed form his kit, sweaty and flabby.

Devon couldn’t even muster the breath to tell him to fuck off, but what he hated how much his dick was loving it. What followed was one of the longest training session of his life, everything was reminder of how out of shape he had fallen, sit ups were nearly impossible with his fat gut weighing him down making him have to roll to his side to even get up, and push- ups were far out of the question with his stubby arms not being able to lift his fat body high enough to get his fat gut of the floor, star jumps shook the walls and there wasn’t a bike there he could fit his fat arse onto. The only possible equipment he could fit onto was the bench next to the vending machine, Tom decide to look the over way as as out of breath Devon dropped his blubbery frame on it and popped out a few chocolate bars.

“ Right there big guy , i think that’s enough damage for today” Tom chuckled placing another firm hand on Devon’s ample gut

Devon was furious, partially at himself for letting himself get this bad and also at Tom who seemed to be enjoying this display of unfitness.

“Hold - on “ Devon said in pants as finished off his chocolate bar

He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, I know what to show him he thought , he stepped on the treadmill determined to show Tom that his was still the star athlete he was a year ago

“If you say so”

Starting up, Devon felt confident, he had already lasted longer than his previous attempts, sure he felt on the edge, but he kept jogging. A smirk appeared on his round race, that would show him Tom, who did he think he was talking to. However as he smugness grew, his old confidence grew too, and without thought he went to uped the speed to reasonable run, and the moment he pressed those buttons he knew he had made a grave mistake. The treadmill revered to life, and Devon led on to dear life tried to keep up, he tried to match the pace, but his obese body failed him once again, his belly became like a pendulum swing up and down moving his fat in all directions, his layer of fat pecs followed in motion, followed by every bulging fatty part of his body. He was just too fat, his lungs couldn’t keep up, he was so panting for dear life, all over his sweat greased him up like a hog in an oven. His kit rolled up over his heavy gut and his shorts got caught between his large thighs, he just couldn’t keep up he was just too fat. He felt himself about to collapse again

“Alright tubby, I think you’ve showed us enough” Tom said as he stepped in to Devons rescue pulling the red tag, just in time as Devon was hit with a wave of light headness and when the treadmill finally ceased its run Devon felt it legs give up to and himself collapse on the floor

He lay there on the floor, a doughy mountainous lumps of fat panting for breathe, he couldn’t move pinned done by his massive girth, Devon was humiliated as he laid there sweaty and red, trying to get up was futile with all his energy used up

“Ah better luck next time big guy’ Tom said as he playfully slapped Devons fat gut admiring how it jiggled and settled.

“Come on lets get you up’,

“Wow big guys, looks like I’m gonna need a hand”, Tom laughed as he called over to some assistants to help heave Devon up and of the floor..

What a shit show, in the changing room Devon had retreated to the bench to catch his breath, God I’ve really let myself go haven’t I, he thought as he rested his hand on his gut.

“See you next time’ Tom waved as he left leaving in a tight muscle shirt that showed of his impressive build

“Yh’ - was all Devon got out in-between laboured breathes, he used to have a body like that, now here he was a fat arse on the bench catching his breathe - right he thought to himself this is it the fattest I am ever going to be now, this old gut is going into hibernating .

But those fighting words quickly disappeared when Devon came home, the moment he waddled up the stairs and opened the front door he was hit with the smell of chefs cooking, and like clockwork his thoughts of cutting back where thrown out the window and replaced with whatever delicious food chef had cooked up. At the dining table, he just couldn’t draw himself, dish after dish chief brought out more and more food, that his stomach demanded.

“Alight babe, I think I’ve done enough damage’

“What” Ajay said looking up form his food with a mouth full of pasta

“I mean look at me, I’m not the spitting image of health right now’ Devon empathised taking in his fat body

“Non-sense, your plenty healthy and besides what those that make me then’ - Ajay chuckled as he rubbed his fat rolls

“I think you just need some motivation, and besides after your long day at the gym you need your fuel - And I need my man’

And before Devon could protest, Ajay was on his knees blowing Devon off, sure things were a but different now, with Ajay being blocked fully by Devon’s fat gut, but even with all this new fat they had packed on to each others body it was still as amazing as it was on the first day. Devon could contain himself it was just so good, and just when he thought couldn’t get better, chief brought out dessert - triple coated chocolate cake.

As the weeks rolled on Devon continued to go to his gym session with Tom, but he also continued to pig out just the same way as he always had , he told himself he deserved it, all those gym sessions were just too long and he need his fuel fro his next session of course , but he knew secretly deep down that the food was just to good to quit. Devon was definitely getting his strength back but the fat gut of his was going any where soon, in fact Devon could have sworn it was getting bigger so much so that after a good couple of sessions he found himself needing new kit as gut continued to bulge out and his arse just wouldn’t fit in the old kit, when he asked Tom about it, Tom had told him that of course that was happening he was simply packing on more muscle and that Devon had nothing to worry out in and should continue as normal espially drinking the shakes that Tom left out for him after each session.

After a good couple of months , Devon saw it was only right to get to know Tom better after all they spend sports much time together and he grew fond of Tom’s teasing remarks about him,so he saw to it to bringing Tom ever for a dinner one day.

When the day came Devon saw to it that chief pulled out all the stops, he had told Tom it would just be casual dinner but Tom had somehow talked Devon into making it into a whole formal affair with suits and champagne. Devon knew straight away, that the tens of thousands pound suits he used to stroll round in at balls were long out of question, so he once again saw to it to ordering his tailer over, sure his tailor had not seen Devon since long before his accident but a man of his pay- grade was well known for his professionalism. So as Ajay and Devon stood their fat guts out overflowing in lard, the tailer made no comment and simply dressed them up in the finest suitsm men they size could still fit into.

Standing there in front of the mirror, dressed in the nines in his fine suit, Devon felt confident a confidence he hadn’t felt in a long time, sure the man standing in the mirror was a rounded out ball of fat, but damn the way he filled out his suit made he look good, he was still the handsome footballer just now under many many layers of fat he told himself . And Ajay seemed to agreed, telling Devon he was still the most handsome man he had ever seen, rubbing his hands over his meaty thighs, whispering in his ears but how good he looked. And just when Devon was about to let Ajay get it, the door bell rang - Tom was here.

Opening the door, he was greeted by a very good looking man in suit, Tom had gotten a fresh haircut, shaved his morning stubble and swapped the gym clothes for a very nice fitted English suit, that he filled out perfectly. Devon remembered when he looked that good in a suit, the way Tom’s muscles were hinted at in the suit arms and his square arse filled out the back. Standing there he felt massive, his much bigger frame emphasised different areas of his suit, from his heavyset gut to his double chin poking out the collar.

“Wow, you clean up nicely- huh big guy”

“Thank you, oh this old thing was just sitting in the cupboard’ Devon laughed thinking about how more expensive suits were now that he couldn’t touch his toes

“And you must be the massive Ajay’ Tom laughed going in for a French kiss on Ajay chubby cheeks, leaning over Ajay’s chubby gut which his trim muscular body.

“God, Devon has told me so much about you, you’re even bigger I mean better in person’

After the formalities, small talk was engaged, where Devon learned that Tom had studied nutrition at uni and was freshly in London starting out. Devon and Ajay standing there must have looked like a massive fat hogs next to the lean Tom, Devon thought as Tom humoured Ajay, and if Tom was handsy in the gym he was even more so now, giving their respective guts a good pat and rub after ever joke.

But before Devon could think more about it, the bell was rung and dinner was being served, walking in the dining room had been transformed into a former candlelit scene, it felt very dapper and posh- and God Devon thought he was definietly was going to have to give chief another pay rise for this whole ordeal. Tom was sat opposite them and the two much bigger men dwarfed Tom side with their emmense fatness

And as chief brought out their dishes dinner commenced, the wine was good, the company even better but the food was amazing. Devon and Ajay’s plate were spotless after each course, where’s Tom were littered with remains for the previous courses. But Devon couldn’t care he was founding himself getting more and more aroushed by Tom’s crude comments that he blurted out now and again

“Wow you chief really cooks up some fine grub - no wonder you so got so big’

“You guys really now how to put it away”

“Damn and I thought I ad a big appetite”

Devon didn’t know why what Tom was saying was turning him on so much, but he knew that his devious words were also working on Ajay who had to keep shuffling in his chair to move his tubby gut away from his crotch. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to being teased like this like this but maybe it was also because of who it was coming from, This fit young lad who had been training him in the gym was now bombarding him with these dirty remarks. And as the courses kept coming, the dirtier they got.

“Hey there tubby, I think you left something on your plate’

“Geez what a fat-arse, leave any food for the rest of us”

“No, go on then you take it, looking at you overweight arse, has taken me of my appetite, besides to fill a fat gut like that you must need a truck load for of food’

Ajay and Devon didn’t know what was going on, but they kept eating more and more, until they were eating more than they had ever eaten before, Tom’s mean and flirty comments made them want to eat more and more. And after unbutton the first couple of buttons on his shirt and taking of his jacket, Tom cockney accent reared its head as he stripped down form his formal attire, and it was all so hot. Devon felt his gut get more and bloated until he felt the buttons tightening and his gut gaping through, him and Ajay were being stuffed to beyond limits by this cockney muscular lad and it all reached its peak, - When a stuffed Ajay couldn’t finish his plate of food

“What tubs, bitten of more than you can chew’ “Here let me help’

And in fine motion, Tom climbed over the table, cups and dishes clattered about as he reached over and grabbed his plate and held it to Ajay fat flushed flash

“Here piggy, eat up”

What was going on, Devon was completely in shock, but seeing Ajay opening his mouth and letting Tom force-feed him the rest of his plates, made his dick hard in way he didn’t know was possible

“And don’t you worry fatty, you time is next’ Tom laughed as he stuffed Ajay tight with food and then ran his tongue down his face. Tom then proceeded to rip Ajay’s shirt of freeing the mountain of brown fat that hid there

“Look at this beauty, ahh Devon where have u been hiding him’

Devon watched in pure lust as he saw Tom explore his lovers fattened up from, slapping his gut and knead it, Ajay of course was in pure heaven

“Here tubby let me give you your just deserts”

And just like that Ajay fell onto his knees, as Tom took down his pants revealing his 8 inch pink cock

“Come on fatty eat up’

Ajay slobbered Tom’s cock up, going to town on all 8 inches

“That right fatty eat up’

“All your good for your now is cock sucking - you fat fuck”

Tom grabbed Ajays rolls of fat and his fat pecs and he came straight down his throat

“There piggy eat up”

Devon couldn’t control himself, letting out a large moan of his mouth followed by larger burp

“Ahh looks like this piggy over here feel negalated, don’t you worry piggy’

“Don’t you worry, I’ve had my eyes on you a while’

Devon was too shocked and stuffed to move

“God look at you, a fat lump of dough, you used to the hottest man in the nation now look at you tubby’

‘ A fat pig ready for the slaughter’

And with that, Devon was lost in Tom’s words, as Toms stripped down to reveal his hot muscular body, Devon was like putty, Tom pushed him out of his chair onto the floor, his fat gut breaking his fall, he felt as Tom stripped down his pants, putting his fatty meaty chunky legs in the air, Tom yanked of his massive underwear exposing his fat arse

“Ahh look at all the fat, man were have you been hiding thi’

Tom chuckled as he slapped Devons hippo sized rear.

An then it all happened so quick, but Devon felt Tom massive cock be ramped up his arse, he felt toms muscular arms grab his rolls of fat and jiggle them and then followed by the thrusting that was so hard it made his whole body jiggle. Devon was in heaven, he was stuffed behind his widest dreams and being fucked by Tom, and then when it couldn’t get any better. He saw Ajay rise up come over and bury Devon his his fat gut, opening in his mouth and showing his brown cock down this throat. He was their pig, fattened up and ready to be fed.

After that night of bliss, what followed next was an even more fattening string of months, Devon was fucked hard all over by of his lovers, at the gym Tom would tease him relentlessly for his out of shape body and lack of fitness, then at night Tom would punish him by fucking him till he couldn’t move. Chief cooked up even more and more food, filling the nights with feasts and feasts, and Devon and Ajay grew fatter and fatter until new dining room chairs had to be ordered and beds installed. It was heaven, but one day as Devon wake up in their now super king sized bed with Tom naked, wrapped up between his two pigs, the phone rang

“Ah Devon, long time no see”

Who was this

“I’ve been told by you doctor that you cast was long off and you’ve been going to the best physio for months- no easier way to say this but we need you back on the team and you must surely be back in fighting state by now ”

What no, what was going on, and as Devon laid there in bed under the mountains of fat he had stuffed onto his body, his feet long hidden behind that mass that was his fat protruding gut, his fat love handles weighing him on either side and his chins swallowing his neck his breathing was struggling to keep up with this dilemma.

“Well come on , champ we need you back asap”

This was going to be the final challenge

To be continued in the final part