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woso-dreamzzz · 1 month

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Tears II

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: You wander off at Camp Nou

Having you was the best decision Alexia ever made.

You were so sweet and little and you loved to just be in her company no matter what. It didn't matter if you were napping or playing or eating, you just always wanted to be around her.

But, having you was definitely the most stressful decision she had ever made too.

Sometimes, it was like she would turn around and you would be gone.

Sometimes, loud noises overwhelmed you and you just had to leave.

This must have been one of those times.

The locker room was upbeat and loud and Alexia turned around for just a minute to get your ear defenders.

"Mapi!" Alexia yells over the sound of the speakers," Mapi!"

"Huh? What?"

"Where's my pequeñita?"

Mapi shrugs. "I saw her by the door a few minutes ago. I think she was talking to Marta."

Alexia knows immediately that you've run off. You didn't really like talking to her teammates bar very few of them. You were more likely to talk to Caro or Irene than Marta so she knows you've made a break for it.

Her cleats echo through the halls as she goes off in search of you. You're a creature of habit at Camp Nou and Alexia knows to bypass the toilets and the densely populated areas, ducking into one of the rooms that has no lights on.

"Hey, pequeñita," Alexia coos. She spots your darkened form hiding under one of the tables. "Was it too loud?"

You sniffle and Alexia crawls under with you.

"I'm sorry," She says," But here, I've got your headphones. Shall I put them on?"

You nod miserably. The ringing in your ears is terrible but it's dampened when Mami slides your ear defenders on. You take in a big breath before you expel all your air, slumping into her side.

Her voice is muffled as she speaks but if you concentrate really hard then you can still hear her.

"Do you still want to sit on the bench and watch, pequeñita? Or do you want to stay inside and colour?"

You sniffle, wiping your face on Mami's jersey. You like watching Mami play but it's too loud a lot of the time. But this is an important match because Mami's playing at Camp Nou rather than the Estadi Johan Cruyff.

You want to watch her.

"On the bench," You say softly, knocking your head against her collarbone.

"Okay, pequeñita," Mami agrees, her cool hands slipping under your shirt to gently trace shapes on your back," Do you want to stay here a little bit longer or should we go and see the rest of the team?"

You tighten your first in her jersey. "Stay for longer."

"Okay, we'll stay for longer."

Mami's heartbeat is nice. You've got your cheek against her chest and you can feel it thumping as she picks you up after a long while of sitting under the table in the dark.

You stay pressed against it as Mami returns to the locker room.

With your ear defenders on, the sounds are all muted now and you feel like you can breathe again. Your hand opens and closes around Mami's jersey and she holds you just as tightly as you're holding her.

Irene comes up to speak to Mami and she sends you little worried looks as she talks. You're not concentrating so you don't try to focus on what she's saying. You're content to just hold onto Mami.

"Do you want to go straight to the bench or are we having cuddles all the way out onto the pitch?"

"Cuddles."

"Cuddles, it is."

The crowd at Camp Nou is very loud but you've got Mami and you've got your headphones on so none of that matters.

She holds you nice and tight all the way up to the coin toss before she walks you to the side of the pitch.

Irene's waiting for you there.

"Mami," You whine. Today has been a lot and you're regretting not staying inside. You don't want to see Mami away from you.

"I know," She says, cupping your face as you're smoothly placed in Irene's arms," But today we're going to be very brave. Okay? Can you be brave for me, pequeñita?"

"I can be brave."

"Good girl." She presses a soft kiss to your head. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

You nod.

You don't leave Irene's arms for the entirety of the match. You don't talk to her either. You just sit there, your eyes tracking Mami.

She collects you during halftime and you just relax into her, pressing your forehead up against hers as you try to match your breathing before you're returned to Irene for the rest of the match.

Once it's over, she comes straight for you.

You slump into her as she makes her way back to the locker room, changing out of her sweaty clothes. You don't want to let go of her but it's only a temporary thing and you're back in her arms again.

Your ear defenders hang around your neck as Mami carries you out to the stadium.

She clips you into your car seat.

"Do you want cuddles when we get home?"

You nod. "Cuddles and sleepy time."

Mami brushes her thumb over your cheek with a fond smile. "I like that plan."

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sukunas-wife · 2 months

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Valentines Special

A little something for the masses 🤍💌 Happy Valentines Day everyone 🤍🤍🤍

“Two of whatever just came out.” Sukuna knew what came out, it was Friday on Friday they made snickerdoodles fresh. The smell always filled the school entrance and shoe locker room pulling students in to buy. He was always there just in time for the old to sell out and the fresh to come out. The same amount every day 143 yen, he kept the exact change daily in the stupid little coin pocket of his wallet. The jingle of his wallet while he took out the coins was always accompanied by the whispers and giggles of girls when Gojo Satoru would make his daily appearance gracing everyone with his cheeky smile, hands stuffed into his pockets, crude remarks being passed off as flirting.

“Thanks for that.” Gojo slid the pack of cookies Sukuna was about to pay for toward himself, “Fuck of Satoru don’t touch my shit unless your looking to lose the hand you jack off with.” Sukuna slammed the coins on the counter, snatching the pack away from him before walking away. He didn’t care to listen to whatever Gojo was screaming back at him, he had his own stuff to worry about, that stuff being finding you before you started running late to your class. Sure he was late to his classes but a teacher wouldn’t say a damn thing once they saw his face. But you, you were a mess. He didn’t understand what you saw in being Student Body President. You show up early to school, skip breakfast because your sense of time is shitty, stay late after school and always look so tired after dealing with incompetent fools. At lunch it’d be a miracle for you to eat on your own, more often than not he’s dragging you to the school's garden and feeding you whatever you packed him for lunch. And when it’s the right season, whatever fruit he can steal from the garden.

Perfect timing as always, he caught you running up the stairs. You stopped smiling up at him, he was at the top staring down at you, eyebrow raised at why you were holding your skirt down like you could flash anyone. Why were you wearing one of those slutty mini skirts anyways, usually only Gojo’s fan girl wore those to catch his eye. He usually saw you in those skirts that were knee length, sometimes ankle length. He liked it like that, you looked different from everyone else, it amused him when you’d grab the front of your skirt hitching it up to run up the stairs, his eyes would always long in your stocking covered squished thighs when you’d raise your skirt too high in a hurry. But this mini skirt, you didn’t miss the change in his face, and you looked down, “My skirt got torn by my desk and this is all the nurse had in the and found.. i don’t know how you lose a skirt really but…”

He sighed, “damnit Y/n you really are a mess ya know.” You watched as he untied the black sweater from his waist. He moved to stand behind you, one step down, “Ya know how many fucking perverts are in this damn school just waiting to get an up shot of some girls underwear.” You felt his arms come around your waist and you moved your hands away watching as he tied a knot with the sleeves, “It’s disgusting.” He didn’t move away, your hands rested on his around your waist, you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder, “What happens if one day I’m not here to take care of you huh?” You turned your face to look at him, his red eyes were staring down at you. You did your best to kiss his cheek, “I’ll just have to suffer alone Kuna.” He scoffed at you, “whatever.”

You couldn’t help the smile when you pressed your lips to his cheek again, your lips lingering and he hummed before moving to face you, catching your lips. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, smiling up at him, his eyes were lidded with a lazy smile. The warning bell pulled you out of your little lovey staring contest, “Change that skirt when you get the chance or I’m killing the first pervert to look up your skirt.” You rushed up the stairs and he leisurely followed behind til you made it to your class. He never failed to eye your class out of judgement, more specifically looking for that dumbass Gojo that was in your class. He was always ready to get into a fight with that prissy twink. You watched him make a face and looked into your class, there was Gojo Satoru, staring right at your boyfriend with a frown of his own. Between the two it was like watching an adolescent Snow Leopard and Tiger getting ready to fight for a fresh meal. What would you expect from two of the most well known families in your city? Satoru’s family was well into being wealthy, their lineage producing world class Models and successful doctors, it was no surprise when on show and tell in elementary school Satoru brought in magazine’s of a white haired blue eyed child saying he was a baby/toddler model. As for Sukuna’s family, they have a much longer history in this city then Satoru’s. Trumping Satoru’s family in wealth, but what would you expect from a family who had long been dedicated to beating the head of a successful and thriving branch of the Yakuza.

You remember the first time you met Sukuna’s father. Sukuna had taken you out to buy a traditional kimono, get your hair done with jade combs and pins. Telling you about how his father was a very traditional man with values such as, respect your elders and those above you, never steal or wrong the everyday man or woman, never disrupt the harmony of your family or those around you, never become involved with drugs and always act chivalrously. You admired the way he talked about his dad, he looked up to him with respect, admiration so you agreed to do the best you could.

His house was not just a house, it was a Shinden Zukuri, it was massive, and glorious. It was exactly what you would have expected from his father from just hearing of him. “It’s…amazing Sukuna.” You turned to look at him and he was smirking down at you, “I know it is.” He led you along the path to one of the entrances and to the Genkan, you slid your shoes off and held onto your bag. Following sukuna further into the house, and out onto the engawa of the home until he stops at another room, he slid the shoji door open telling you to enter. He took your bag, placing it on a shelf against the wall, and you looked around the room. It was almost empty except for the white men's kimono on the kimono rack. You looked at Sukuna. His school shirt was open and he pulled it off, throwing it over your head, “Leave that on.”

you heard the rustle of fabric, all you could see was the white fabric in front of you until we pulled it off of you and you looked up at him, his brow was furrowed as he tried to fix a hair comb that came loose. You could see a part of his chest showing through his Kimono, he leaned closer mumbling something about the comb being difficult. He smelt good, it was masculine but clean, he smelt like a candle he once bought you, Bergamot, Lavender and Cedar. You couldn’t help the little sniff you took and he let out a single laugh pulling away from you, “weirdo.”

You just smiled up at him and he led you further into the “home.” Stopping right outside double sliding doors, “alright, if you’re not ready by now, you’ll never be. So if you're not ready and you fail, sorry to break it to you now you’ll probably never see me again.” He gave you a cheeky smile when he saw your scared and worried expression, “Su-alright no backing out now.” He slid the doors open bowing and greeting his father, and there he was, frozen for a second the man was massive in size and he was only sitting. He was shirtless and covered in tattoos, you swallowed before dropping into a deep bow greeting him and introducing yourself in a calm but confident way. You didn’t look back up until you heard him let out a low chuckle and tell you to stand at ease. Your face was still looking down, if that’s what Sukuna was going to look like when he was older, there was already no doubt in your mind you wanted to marry him but if there was even a smidge or shadow it was gone. Sukuna’s father cleared his throat, “Sit, I want to learn more about the little lady who managed to leash my boy.” Sukuna groaned as he put a hand on your lower back, ushering you forward to sit with him across from his dad…. The rest was history.

The Late bell pulled you from your memory, “I’ll see you-at Lunch yeah yeah go before that teacher Yaga comes in and marks you absent.” He nodded with his head finally looking at you, you smiled. You saw the small twitch in the corner of his lips before he stepped back and started walking to his own class with no haste.

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It had been a week since that day but more importantly it was the weekend before valentines. Here you were in your kitchen doing everything to make the perfect gift. You’d gone to the store that morning spending a decent amount of your savings on things to make sweets and bake little things for him. There was no doubt in your mind that just like last year, your boyfriend's locker would be filled with love notes and chocolates that he’d either let you have your choice of or throw away. The love letters, you’d read and go though all the candy bullying him about his little secret admirers before he’d crumple them up throwing them into the trash.

But right now! You were focused on making homemade chocolate filled with red velvet cream, smooth white chocolate, or almonds. You had taste tested so many you finally got the right flavour. They weren’t bitter, but not overly sweet like the store chocolate you watched him make a face at, one time. On the other hand, you had little chocolate heart shaped cookies you’d decorated with royal icing trying to make cute valentines designs. The lines weren’t the cleanest or fanciest but you liked them enough to pack them into a little treat bag with a red bow and a name tag. The Chocolate you packed into a gold box with a bright red satin ribbon. And the little cake tin you chose was a gold tin with a clear top. You wanted to make a milky cake with whipped cream and strawberries. You even bought a bigger bento box to make a special lunch for him, you had it all planned out. It was a three layer bento. Your plan was to stuff him and push him into a food coma for his final class. The first was beef and vegetables with white rice with pickled plum and pickled ginger he always ate like it was nothing. The second layer was tempura shrimp, a pickled cucumber salad and fried rice. The final layer was two egg salad onigiri with sesame snap pea salad. On the side was going to be your cake and a little egg pudding. There was no way he’d be cranky in his last class if he was stuffed to the brim.

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“no more…” You watched Sukuna as he dramatically fell over into your lap breathing heavily as he huffed. One arm thrown over his eyes, the other hanging down still holding the onigiri he had yet to bite into. Your hand scratching his head gently, “Happy Valentine's Kuna.” You did your best to angle yourself and lean over to kiss his forehead. You didn't miss the smile on his lips when you pulled away, he held the onigiri up blocking the sun when he uncovered his eyes, the little face you worked so diligently on for him. “Maybe one more.” You watched wide eyes when he stuffed half of it in his mouth before holding it up to your lips, his cheeks puffed out while chewing, it was cute for someone who without a doubt could snap your neck or make anyone cry and want to die with just words without having to raise his voice. He hummed offering to feed you some of the onigiri again and you took a small bite. Before your finger came to pick a grain of rice off his cheek, it was cliche and even worse when he eyed your finger and pulled it to his lips licking the grain off. “Happy Valentine’s Day to me.” His cheeky smile made you break out into a smile when he shoved the last of his rice ball into his mouth struggling to sit up, “damnit, I can’t.” He gave up and laid back in your lap, “I live here now.”

“Wait there’s one mo-no I can't I’m full, look at me.” He patted his stomach with his hands, you didn't see a difference in his fit form, that was until he saw the reflective gold and his eyes widened, “wait!” You watched him wiggling and struggling to sit up, putting a hand on his back to push him up, he made grabby hands at the tin when you pulled it away, “I thought you couldn’t- I can! I lied, I do that sometimes.” He tried to lean over you to grab it but you leaned further, so he did what he would never do publicly. He grabbed you and hauled you over into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you there, “Now feed me y/n.” He rested his chin on your shoulder looking at the cake. Whipped cream and a heart made of strawberry purée and strawberries, “heh, you do all this for me, pretty girl?” Your smile was big and ungraceful when you laughed at his nose grazing your jaw and neck. “Yes, it’s all for you Sukuna, I wouldn’t do this much for anyone else.” You turned and kissed the side of his temple and he smiled, “cmon open it.” You fed him and he hummed, his chin resting on your shoulder tilting it so it rested against yours.

You sat like this for while feeding him and yourself until the bell rang, he squeezed you holding you against him, “C‘mom even little miss perfect can take a break, let’s stay out here a little longer.” You reluctantly agreed and kept feeding him what was left of the box cake. Eventually he just held you there, smiling and laughing at how you told him your story of how you messed up and your poor parents who had to be taste testers.

Soon the last school bell rang, he opened his eyes just barely glaring at the intercom that played the obnoxious chime. One arm was tucked behind his head, the other around your shoulders holding you against him. He was sitting back leaning against the plum tree the school planted. Your head on his chest, eyes closed with soft breaths, arm draped over his chest. His school coat was over you, he almost didn’t want to wake you, but his back and butt were aching from being in this slouched angle for so long. So slowly he started to sit up, trying to gently wake you, your eyes opening to look up at him. He was so beautiful in the setting sun in your eyes, “What time is it?” Your question went almost unanswered until he pulled out his phone, “it’s time to go home is all that matters.” You didn’t look away from his face and he looked back at you, holding eye contact. “Happy Valentine’s Day Kuna.” Your small tires smile and sleepy eyes squeezed his heart. He leaned in nuzzling his head to yours, “it’s not your day yet but Happy Valentine’s Day Brat.” You closed your eyes smiling until you felt his lips, you were delighted to kiss him back before he sat up pulling away, “we gotta get up my ass is starting to hurt.” You laughed getting up with the help of his outstretched hand, “I guess you’ll just have to take these home with you.” You didn’t miss the flash of excitement in his eyes when you pulled out the gold box of Chocolates and red ribbon tied cookies. You smiled and he grinned like a mad man carefully stuffing them into his bag.

“Ya know brat, I never celebrated Valentines before…” he trailed off and you didn’t miss the hint of pink on his cheeks, it made you smile and take his hand. “Guess I’ll just have to spoil you next year too.” He scoffed looking away but you didn’t miss the way he held on tighter to your hand, “Good because if you think you can just leave your dead wrong.”

It was the full bloom of red on his shocked face when you kissed his cheek so innocently and said “If I leave anything it’ll be my last name,” that assured you in a way he wouldn’t fight you on that subject.

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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Touchdown Celebrations

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Summary: The gender reveal of your second pregnancy, and third baby, has to top the first reveal. You and Joe decide you want to incorporate the team again just like you did with the twins’ and even go on to decide to do it during a game… but still keep it secretive to the outside world.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*18 weeks pregnant*

Another day at Paycor Stadium, except today wasn't just any day… today Joe and I would be finding out the gender of our third baby.

The twins’ gender reveal had been a hot topic on the internet after the story was told, and Joe and I both knew we'd have to step it up even more.

I can honestly say that I planned pretty much everything by myself last time, but this time around Joe had been bouncing ideas off of me constantly.

The team was going to be the stars of the show once again. It made sense because of how present they were in Joe and me’s lives, the boy's lives, and the pregnancy of the unborn baby still inside my womb.

I sat in the box with Robin on my right, Miles on her lap, and Tyson on my left.

Both of us were waiting patiently for the guys to run out and the outcome of the coin toss since it would be telling us how much longer we would have to wait for Joe and his offense to be on the field.

We would be on offense when the reveal of our baby's gender would happen.

This was how it was going to go down.

On our offense’s opening drive, Joe would ideally try to get the ball to one of his guys, ending in a touchdown.

The entire offense would go to the end zone, minus Joe of course, and either flex their arms for a boy or do a ballerina spin for a girl.

At first, Joe loved the idea but hated the flexing vs spinning because he found it subjective and kinda sexist.

He couldn't come up with any alternatives so Joe reluctantly agreed to the original idea.

Before the game, Coach Taylor kicked Joe out of the locker room and told the offense the gender of the baby.

Now that the guys knew what they were doing, all we needed was a touchdown.

Both Robin and I had spent the last 10 minutes trying to explain everything to Tyson and Miles in the best possible way you can to two two-year-olds.

Even though they still couldn't understand, their attention was immediately lost when “Dada” ran out onto the field.

I will never get tired of seeing them getting so excited watching their father do what he loves.

Miles had squirmed off of his grandma’s lap and was standing at the railing by his twin as they jumped up and down, cheering for their favorite person.

The moment was so blissful and sweet that I almost couldn't hear Robin talking to me.

“So, have you gotten sick yet? I know you had really bad morning sickness with the twins so I wanted to see if there was a difference.” - Robin

My hand dropped to the small bump that was just now starting to show through my shirt.

“No sickness which is insane. Joe thinks it's a girl because of that.” - you smiled

“I think it is too.” - Robin grinned

I stood up and walked down to the railing to coral the boys back to their seats, thankfully they chose not to fight back.

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When Joe and his guys took the field, both Robin and I were high on excitement. She took one of my hands and squeezed it tight.

I could tell that Joe was trying to get down to the end zone quicker than normal.

Because of that, it wasn't long till they were within the 25-yard line.

Robin and I were practically bubbling with a mix of nerves and pure ecstasy.

Jimmy stood up at the top of the box talking to a few other people while still paying attention to the field in hopes of finding out what his next grandbaby would be.

The offense didn't keep us waiting too long for a touchdown. My heart was beating so fast as Tee caught the pass and waved the rest of the guys into the end zone.

Joe stood a few feet away, his heart beating just as fast, and he looked up at you and his boys waiting patiently for the results.

He so wished he was with you, but he knew he'd try to get you down to him during halftime to celebrate.

The O-line, receivers, and the rest of the guys started doing a ballerina spin.

“It’s a girl!” - Robin yelled and hugged you

My eyes welled up with tears as I watched Joe jump up in down out of pure excitement. He was finally going to be the girl dad he's always wanted to be.

“Joe looks so happy.” - Jimmy

“He wanted a girl so bad.” - you cried

“Congratulations sweetie, I'm so happy for you guys.” - Robin

Jimmy handed me a tissue knowing I would be mad AF if my makeup ran.

Tyson and Miles both stared at me confused, before looking at each other to confirm they were seeing the same thing.

“Mama?” - Miles

“You wokay?” - Tyson

“I’m perfect, guys. I'm really happy actually because Mommy has a baby girl in her belly. That's why Daddy’s friends did that little dance after Uncle Tee got the touchdown.” - you

“Baby Girl?” - Tyson

“Yup. You guys are going to have a baby sister in a few months.” - you

Miles and Tyson smiled widely and moved forward to my bump. They laid their little heads on it to be closer to their sister.

“Is it Daddy’s bwaby… too?” - Miles

Robin and I busted out laughing before I composed myself enough to answer him.

“Yes, it's your daddy’s baby too.” - you

My eyes shifted down to the sidelines where Joe was still celebrating with a wide smile on his face. Everyone was hugging him and patting him on the back.

I didn't think my heart could warm any more than it already had, but when I realized Joe was crying and continuously wiping his eyes I thought my heart was going to explode.

“Dada’s cryin’!” - Tyson

“It’s because he's happy, baby.” - you

Ty scooted closer to me and laid his head on my shoulder.

“Are you happy for a baby sister?” - you

“Mhm. We can match!” - Tyson

“You wanna match with sissy? Like you do with Miles?” - you

“Yes!” - Tyson

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As soon as it hit halftime, a security guard escorted me and the boys down to the locker room after Joe texted me saying Zac gave him the okay to talk to me for a second.

Both of my hands were occupied with holding a twin’s hand in mine as we walked down the hallway.

We rounded the corner and my pase quickened when I saw that familiar tall frame leaning up against the wall.

Once we were within a foot of him I let go of the twin’s hands and ran up to Joe, who had his arms wide open for me.

“Baby, I can't believe we're having a girl.” - Joe wrapped his arms around you

“Me either. I'm so excited.” - you

“I am too. I get to be a girl dad.” - Joe

“Yes, you do, baby. I can't wait to pick out a name for her and start brainstorming nursery ideas with you.” - you

“I’m going to spoil the living daylights out of her… and you too, mama.” - Joe

I laughed as I pulled away, thinking of a response in the meantime.

“I’m sure you will, babe.” - you laughed

Tyson and Miles walked out from behind me and Joe squatted down to hug his boys, though Tyson complained that Joe’s shoulder pads made the hug “uncwumfy”.

Once they were done hugging their dad, Joe stood back up and placed a kiss on my cheek. He placed a big hand on the center of my small bump and grinned at me.

“I don't want to keep you from the team too long, I'll see you later.” - you

“One, my family is way more important than football, and two you better be seeing me later because I'm your ride home.” - Joe

“You're a dork, Joe. I love you though.” - you

Joe leaned down to kiss me, faint sounds of the team inside the locker room getting hyped, and the twins gagging watching their parents kiss could be heard, but the only thing that I could pay attention to was my husband's soft lips.

“I love you too.” - Joe pecked your forehead when he pulled away

I watched him turn in the direction of the door and I took this as an opportunity to smack him on the butt since the twins were occupied looking at the artwork on the walls.

“Go win this game, Tiger.” - you winked

Joe chuckled loudly and rolled his eyes before stepping into the locker room. My smile never left my face as I watched him walk over to Zac, who is a proud girl dad himself, patted him on the back.

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Walking back to the box with my boys had my heart flourishing like never before. They continuously asked questions about their baby sister and for once it felt like nothing could ruin my mood, not even the fact I was going to have smile lines by 40.

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Authors note: Guys I lost my streak… so this is technically the 6th day of Christmas. Day 5 coming out later today maybe. 😊😉

Request for this fic; loosely based off of…

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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remuslupinbutcooler · 10 months

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Favours for the non favourable…

poly!Bowers Gang x Fem!reader

The boys stood,watching y/n. The way her lips curved slightly after a boy in their class had asked her to do something , they swapped longing glances before swapping a small bag of coins which caused the girl to giggle from the interaction. The boy left soon after , y/n however stuck around , slamming her locker.

Hockstetter rushed over , his bony fingers hooking onto the loops of her dark denim shorts causing her to stumble and crash into him, back facing his front. The scene itself caused the others to walk over and great the girl like a bunch of hyenas.

“Heard your doing favours ?” Henry spoke up first , his eyes darting around to make sure no one else was around . His hands lay crossed against his chest.

“Yes but not for you..not for any of you..” Y/N rolled her eyes before attempting to walk away, this didn’t go unnoticed and caused Hockstetter to hook an arm around her waist and push her into him.

“Well that’s not nice Doll..” He placed his chin on the left side of her shoulder , his breath hitting the back of her neck causing her to shiver against his grip.

“It’s my business boys..I can refuse whatever favours are asked or who ever asks..” She shrugged before giggling.

“Even one’s who would get and do anything you wanted ..?” Henry smirked, this caused the girl to stop her antibowers gang mentality. It caused her to stop and think. It caused a small explosion within her. A reckless explosion.

Silence soon flooded the conversation , causing a tint of blush and embarrassment to fill the girls face .

~~~~~~~~a small 30 minute time skip~~~~~~~~~

She shook her head before letting her hands speak before the words left her mouth “ wait wait wait so-“

“Henry maybe this was a bad i-“

“Vic..shut up.. Let the lady speak.”

“wait so you guys are all together like one big…whatever that’s not important right now..well it is..But..But…uh..you want me..to…uh..what?” She tiled her head like a puppy unable to understand a simple command .

“Be our arm candy..Our girl. Ours or whatever. Look..Look you’re hot and popular and nice or whatever and we need you..” Henry had quickly become embarrassed and slightly annoyed at this girl.

“You, Henry Bowers and his gang of idiots,need me?” This stifled a laugh from the girl, causing her body to almost bounce .

“Yes.” The boys quickly answered, almost angrily .

“Why not..oh i don’t know..Greta or Beverly?”

“Well that’s an easy answer Doll, they’re just not you.” Hockstetter nuzzled into the crook of her neck almost , pulling her closet into him.

She pulled away before grabbing her stuff . Causing the boys to edge closer to her .

“Wait so instead of..I don’t know! Flirting with me like a normal dude and trying your chances, you’ve decided to do this instead? “ She giggled again, this time it was a sour giggle filled with teenage meanness.

“WE COULD’VE..sorry.. We could’ve done that ! Instead of..?! Henry I told you we could’ve ..” Criss rolled his eyes before dramatically throwing himself across Henry. Henry now playfully pushed him off causing the smaller boy to fall into Huggins.

“So..”

“So…?”

“What’s the answer gonna be Doll?” Hockstetter’s lips hit her neck , playfully biting at it.

“mhm…yeah..” She answered before hiding her face.

“Whatever you want Princess..”

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theemporium · 1 year

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[1.5k] steve is on the hunt for the girl he’s fallen in love with via the love letters she’s been shoving into the scoops ahoy tip jar.

Steve Harrington was no stranger to love notes.

In the height of King Steve’s reign—and even the years before that in school—he had lost count on the amount of notes he would find slipped into his locker, his notebooks or even passed to him in class. It was admiring, in some sense, but if he was being completely honest, they were nothing special to him.

Not really.

Then, things had changed and King Steve was no more, and even if Steve didn’t mourn the boy he was during the reign, he did sometimes miss the attention. He missed the way girls looked at him like he was actually worth something, like he wasn’t just some dude who peaked in high school and now worked daily shifts in an ice cream parlour wearing blue shorts and a stupid hat.

Except, that was exactly what he was and there was no denying it. He couldn’t change it and, if he was being truthful to himself, he wouldn’t change it. Yeah, he missed it but he wouldn’t ever exchange what he had now—the people he had now—for any of that.

Never in a million years.

Maybe that’s why the first note hit him so hard, because it was so damn unexpected and for a moment he felt like he was getting the best of both worlds. The mix between Old Steve and New Steve that he craved so badly.

looking good today, sailor boy, i really like what you did with your hair :) -a very happy customer

The note had been stuffed into the tip jar and he hadn’t noticed it until the closing shift, when he and Robin were splitting the profit and they noticed the squared paper tucked between notes and coins. He couldn’t help but grin a little as he read over the note again and again, tucking it into his pocket when Robin started to tease him.

It didn’t even occur to him that it was a love note until he found another one in the tip jar a few days later.

you’re funnier than people give you credit for, sailor boy. thank you for making me laugh -a very happy customer

By the third note, Steve had become addicted. At the end of each one of his shifts, he would grab the tip jar and make a beeline to the staff room where he would empty its contents and scour the pile on the table for a note with your familiar handwriting scrawled over a sheet of torn paper.

“No note today, lover boy?” Robin’s voice sounded from the doorway as she made her way into the room, watching as the frustration grew on Steve’s face as he rummaged through the coins and notes but found no new note.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“You got one yesterday,” she pointed out like he wasn’t completely aware of that fact. “I think you’re getting greedy now instead of being grateful for what you have.”

“But it’s Wednesday,” he muttered with a hopeless sigh as he began his third search of the tip jar’s contents. “She always comes on a Wednesday.”

“Yeah, but she came yesterday.”

“But she always comes on Wednesday!”

Robin couldn’t hold back her snort. “God help us, you are a lost cause, doofus.”

Maybe he was a lost cause, and maybe he was getting greedy but Steve couldn’t help himself. He kept every single one of the notes he received, tucked into a very messy pile in one of the cupholders in his car but it made him grin at the end of every shift when he got to shove another one in.

And it wasn’t like he had tried to catch you in the act, because he did. He had tried multiple times, he had tried multiple tactics. Hell, he had even gotten Dustin involved to see if they could try to put a name—or at least a face—to the person leaving him the notes.

you should smile more often, it makes you look prettier, sailor boy -a very happy customer

p.s. I saw your little friend you hired to catch me, nice try :)

“How did you not see her?” Steve exclaimed dramatically.

“How do you not see her every day?” Dustin retorted but it did nothing to stop as Steve let out a heavy sigh, hands on his hips with that same disappointed look on his face that made the younger boy squirm.

“I don’t get how she keeps getting away,” he murmured, although it was almost like he was thinking out loud.

“What’s the big deal anyways?” Dustin asked, watching his older friend with curious eyes. “It’s just some girl. Surely, you can get any other girl you want.”

“But I want her,” Steve whined like a young child not getting what they wanted.

Dustin frowned. “Why?”

Steve gave him a helpless shrug before he spoke. “I don’t know, she just–” he paused for a moment before he continued. “She’s different. She sees me differently.”

you’re a lot smarter than you think, sailor boy, it’s honestly kinda hot -a very happy customer

“She sees you differently?” Dustin repeated incredulously, his nose scrunched up.

“Yeah,” Steve replied with a dumb grin on his face as he nodded. “She does.”

“God, Robin was right, you are a lost cause.”

So, of course by dumb sheer luck, the one day Steve wasn’t actively attempting to find a way to catch your identity just happened to be the same day he found out who you were.

It was a somewhat slow day at the parlour, the mall not quite buzzing as it usually was but that was bound to happen with the Fourth of July fair starting up earlier this week in set up for the big day that same weekend. Most kids were dragging the parents out towards town instead of the mall, and the slow day meant Steve was stuck doing general restocking, shipment deliveries and admin stuff that usually didn’t suck all that bad when he had Robin.

Except Robin had bailed out on her early morning start so she could catch an extra few hours of sleep, which left Steve alone in the shop to deal with everything.

He was meant to be in the back to sign for the delivery that would be arriving any moment now, but realised that he had left his staff ID by the cash register at the front. It was a Tuesday, and Bobby was always delivering on a Tuesday. The dude was a stickler for staff IDs and proof for reasons that were beyond Steve’s knowledge, but it was a pain in the ass and a hassle he would rather not deal with.

He was just about to push the door towards the main shop when he paused, the door opened a crack so he could look out into the shop and that’s when he saw you.

Now, Steve had seen plenty of pretty girls in his lifetime but none of them seemed as gorgeous as you did. You were so pretty that Steve didn’t want to look away, not just yet. But the piece of paper you were shoving into the tip jar had quickly drawn his attention and the boy was left gobsmacked and frozen in place as he watched you scurry off, like you were just another shopper in the mall minding your own business.

He knew who you were now.

And god, if that didn’t make his heart feel like it was going to beat out of his chest, then he didn’t know what would.

Steve had mulled over it for a few days, trying to work out what to do with the information he had been seeking since he first received the love letters. A part of him contemplated just confronting you when he next saw you in the shop, but that felt a bit aggressive. He also contemplated flirting with you the next time you came in, but he knew he would take one look into those pretty eyes and would be left speechless—only embarrassing himself and ruining any chance he had with you.

Then, acting out on a whim and complete spontaneity, the perfect opportunity arose when he saw you walk into the parlour on Friday afternoon, dressed in a cute sundress and sandals with sunglasses pushing your hair out of your face.

It took Steve a solid thirty seconds before he could even process anything around him.

It was the most difficult thing he had ever done, acting completely normal to you like you were just another customer, like he didn’t know you were the damn author behind the love letters he had grown to cherish.

But it was worth it when he hid in the back, peeking through the small crack of the door as he watched you frown a little at the napkin wrapped around your cone, slowly opening the tissue to see writing sprawled on the note. To see the blush grown on your cheeks and your smile widen to look all pretty and giddy.

what are the chances a sailor boy like me can take a pretty customer to the movies this weekend? I’ll even wear the hat if you like it that much -sailor boy

Yeah, you were definitely worth it. And now that Steve had found you, he didn’t want to let you go.

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goldengirlls · 2 years

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grunts and squirting

warnings: its just fucking filthy, daddy kink, jewelry kink, breeding kink, sweat kink, and a lowkey cum play kink and probably so many others.

summary: friday night lights are his favorite days with the promise of his girl.

a/n: SURPRISE!!!! i might’ve gotten carried away with this one!!! this is dedicated @r0und3bitch happy reading!! of course im posting this on a sunday fuck me. sorry for any errors!!!anywho church won’t help you after reading this you whores. show her the love she deserves!!

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“Hi beautiful.” His ring free hands lay on your hip and the wall behind you as he has you pushed against the wall next to the boys locker room just an hour before the game. Your short cheer skirt, little OBX Prep blue and white cheer top, and the three necklaces he gave you adorning his favorite thing in the world.

“Hi baby.” Your hands mirroring each other on his cheeks, your pink glossed lips planting against his. Your hands trailing down and up under his shirt.

“You looked fucking unreal today. Had to contain myself watching you prance around in your cheer skirt after sixth period.” His lips attaching themselves under your jaw. “Couldn't think straight. All the sinful thoughts running left and right baby.” His forehead resting against yours. “Gonna start calling you Prancer.”

“Good thing you get me tonight then.” Doe eyes beaming with desperation and desire for the man in front of you. A breathless kiss shared between the two of you.

“You have no idea of the thing I wanna do to you tonight. Gonna be my good girl tonight, right baby.” His thumb brushing against your Rafe tainted lips. His sweaty wet head hung low enough for him to hear the moan leaving your lips.

“Aren’t I always your good girl,” Your lips less than an inch from his ears “daddy?”

A low deep groan finding its way out, pressing his body against yours, “Fuck- baby. Always.”

The interruption of no one other than Topper Thornton forces you two apart. Right before he can he put his hand on the handle his favorite sound graces his ears.

“Good luck tonight number four. I’ll be cheering extra loud for you tonight.” Bedroom eyes and pink plump lips beating into him. mentally capturing the image in front him. The promise of him completely savoring every inch of your body in a few short hours.

“Save it. I don’t need it.”

Your hands planted on your waist, challenging him, “Oh yeah? and why’s that?”

“Because I have my good luck charm.” A wink thrown your way as you watch him disappear.

He was in the zone. Head completely free of anything not related to the game he loved. The weight of another win weighed on his back, knowing he could do it because he had you. The team huddled around him as he yelled in the middle of the circle that they were bringing home another win. Then at exactly six fifty they would line up and run through the black inflatable tunnel, where they would hear the roar of the crowd and announcer giving him the praise he knew he deserved.

Him and the three other teams captains walk out onto the field for the coin toss and play nice until the they lined up on the line anticipating for the snap. His blue eyes locking with your’s as he shoots a wink in your direction and in return a kiss blown in his direction with the mouthing of an I love you would put into the universe another win.

Of course horrible calls were made, his tight end and reciever hot on the tips of their toes and the other team up by only three points. He lived and thrived for games like these. There they stood on the opposing team's side of the field. With less than a minute left and the deciding play was one he had been itching for this season. Right as he broke the huddle up he caught your eyes, licking his lips and winking at you. A trick play. The stadium filled with anticipation and nerves. Topper ran in front of Rafe, who would then toss the ball to him and Rafe’s long legs carried him down the field as Kelce and Henry blocked for him, and Rafe scored the game winning touchdown. The whole time your hands were on your hips and the bratty look on your face as your boyfriend showed off. Almost immediately everyone flocked to his side cheering and celebrating the win.

Cheers and laughs erupt in the warm breezy air all around the field. All of his team mates howled and congratulated him, boosting his ego.

Rafe fed off this energy. Untouchable. Unstoppable. He felt like a fucking King but what’s a King without his Queen. His eyes wandered to where he had last seen you only to be met with the congratulations of his family instead. Praising him for his incredible game and have good time at the party see you later.

“You’re a fucking legend Cameron.” Kelce planted firmly on the side of him and patted his shoulder, surrounded by players and students celebrating. A couple of the players stood around him.

A laugh leaving his lips and a pat on Kelce’s stomach, “Couldn't have done it without my favorite tight end-.”

“And your girl.” His face perking up the second the first word left your lips. Rafe spinning on his heel and meeting his most prized possession.

“And my fucking girl.” His arm encasing you around his wet body and bumping your chin to bring your lips to his for a fierce kiss. The hoolers and whoots from players filling your ears as he picks you up and spun you around.

“Congrats baby.” You mumbled against his lips. “Always proud of you even when your a show off.”

His laugh piercing your body “Thank you. Y’know it was because of my good luck charm. Plus, I win every day.” Smirking through his words, hands placing your arms around his neck and finding home on your hips.

You knew what was coming out of his mouth before he even said it. You just loved hearing him say it. “Why baby?“

“Because I have the most incredible kiss breathtakingly gorgeous kiss intelligent kiss sexy girl in Kildare.” Placing one more kiss on your lips as he grabs your hands and walks in the direction of the locker room.

“Mhm I could say the same about you.” Teaseful tone very apparent, matching his steps, fingers interlocked.

You find yourself against the same wall, same position and all you two had been before the game.

“Last I checked sweetheart,” Tucking a piece of hair that hade fallen out of your high ponytail behind your ear, “ I wasn’t a girl.” His lips meet your wet neck.

“Asshole.” You pushed him away from you, rafe laughing and playful pout adorning your face as you spun on your heel. “You know what I mean. But hey if you’re gonna be a smartass, i won't give you your present for winning the game. See ya at the party babe.” As you reach for the girls locker room handle and tugging it open and making a bee line to your locker.

The competitive streak was very apparent in both of you. Never liking to lose anything and it sort of became a thing between the two of you. Especially when it came to sex. You weren’t mad in the slightest, you just needed to knock his ego down a few notches. One thing about Rafe Cameron was you were his weakness and strength. And right now you were his weakness in the most pleasing way.

A minute later cleats echoed through the girls locker room which made you smirk, quickly removing your thong and bending down to place them in your bag.

“Fuck Y/n.” Rafe’s hands found themselves on your hips as you slowly stood straight up. “I’m sorry for giving you shit.” His lips dancing around your neck. Pressing his aching cock into your body. “I love you so much. Need you to forgive me.”

You spun around and you were drowning. Absolutely soaking wet and you were fairly sure he noticed when you were bent over. You couldn’t help but admire his appearance. Messy hair, his forehead lined with sweat, his necklace peeking out from the shirt he had temporarily thrown on before coming in here. Then you felt the coolness on your hips. He had put on his rings. And not in their normal positions but in the positions that had you falling apart at his fingertips. They had been placed on his right hand, the fingers that were always deep inside your wetness.

“You need me to forgive you? I can think of a couple of ways you can do that.” Lustful eyes and silent pleas.

“Yeah?” Tightening his grip on your waist, “How?” His cock straining in his pants.

“Fuck me right now.” You whispered into the locker room full of sexual tension.

His lips collided with yours intensely. His hands fumbled with his shirt, pushing it up and over his head. Disconnecting from the passion you pull your top over your head, chest heaving up and down. Rafe's hungry eyes connect with your chest immediately as he slowly backs himself up to the bench behind him.

“C’mere.” His green ring signaling you over to him as you watch him lick his lips. He’s hungry and needs to taste all of you.

He pulls you into him. His lips and tongue find your stomach attacking it in the most intimate way. His hands wrapping behind your legs, hands roam free along the back of your legs, trailing up to the curve of your ass and making their way to your dripping clit. Your hands find his hair pulling on it needing more from him.

“Angel, why so wet.” He looks up at you smiling into the place he's been sucking. “I haven’t done anything yet.” He tilts his head up and sinks his two prominent ringed adorned fingers into your pussy, pushing them as deep as he could. His rings brushing against your g’spot. His thumb rubbing your clit as he listens to the melody falling from your lips

You were music to his ears. You were his sweet tooth. You were better than anything he’d ever heard or seen. The eighth wonder of the world was before him.

“You know how I feel about you and skirts. They’re my favorite thing on you, aside from you being on your knees and my hands wrapped around your pretty throat.” His other hand holds you firm in place as he brings his ring cladded fingers- that had been blessed with your wetness, and brought them to his lips, swirling his tongue around them collecting all your sweetness.

“My favorite taste.” Your eyes burning into him.

You lean down inches from his lips, he can feel your breath against his tempted lips, halting his movements, “You can take me to church later, right now I need the captain of the winning football team to show me that i'm better than any touchdown, daddy.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Your fingers mess with the waistband of his pants, forcefully pulling them down and you reach for you skirt when his hand wraps itself around yours, “It stays on, Prancer.”

A gasp leaving your lips when his arms hook themselves around the back of your legs, hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around him. And right before he sinks his cock inside of you, your fingers against his jaw line interrupt him.

“I promised to be your good girl earlier so tonight fuck me like I’m a bad one.”

He runs his tongue on his bottom lip, his eyes full of every desire and need. His eyes picturing the way your hips swayed a little more on Friday’s, the tight pony tail showing of his favorite marking ground and the fucking number four jersey. Then he thought of the brief conversation he and a couple of the boys overheard from the other team today. Most of them entail you and how they want to do the things he only gets to do to you.

“If it at all becomes to much, you tell me to stop.” His veins popping out along his forehead, “Yeah?” He spoke in that stupid voice that would make you fall into a puddle on the floor for.

“Yes, sir.”

The taste of you still on his lips which caused a moan from you which in return caused one from him. His swollen, leaking cock running on your slick folds for a mere second before he slams inside of you. You were full, so fucking full that the only thing you do is dig your nails into his back and take all him, over and over again.

Everything he has he’s taking out on you. Needing you to share everything he’s felt today, “Mine. All fucking mine.” He grunts in between his deep thrusts. Some call him territorial, he calls it possessive.

Nodding your head frantically and arching your back which in return, makes him hit a new angle, that has your trembling for him.

Rafe pushes you back against the wall and places a hand on your stomach. He pushes down hard, heightening the sensation as he thrusts harder, deeper and faster inside your pussy. “Can you feel me Angel? I know you can. This is where I belong, right here inside of you.” His grip around your hip tightening as he bottomed out.

Your head falls down watching his cock disappear in and out of you. You let a soft sob fall from your lips, clenching around him and feel your orgasm approaching fast.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.” You wantonly moan.

“Not yet.” His thursts fall sloppy, his cock brushing against your g’spot, leaving you hazey and begging for him to let you. His thumb working on your clit and your mouth leaving the promise of you on his adams apple.

“You’re fucking perfect. You were made for me. I’m gonna spend the rest of the night fucking you in every position once we leave. Taking your swollen pussy over and over until neither one of us can see straight. Filling you up over and over again. How bout that?” His pace quickens, he mouths an open wet kiss on your sweaty shoulder. “I know you do. I’m gonna keep fucking my cum in you over and over with the hopes of making you a MILF. Would you like that? Fuck I would.” Pounding into you harder.

“Cum Angel. Cum for daddy.” His pace became frantic, his hands that had once been inside of you wrapped around your neck applying the right amount of pressure as your orgasm rips through you and his bursts inside of you fucking both of you through it.

He rested his forehead against yours, “Didn’t hurt you, did I?” His finger caressing your cheek. Your rosy cheeks and afterglow sends his pride soaring.

“Never.” Your lips meet his as he carries you to the bench setting you down, grabbing your clothes and throwing them at you.

“So a MILF huh?” You tease him.

“Would you like that?” Smirking through his words. His shorts on and reaching his arms through his shirt.

“Rafe, your dripping out of me.” His eyes wide and finding your leg where he found mixture of the two of you dripping out of you. Your favorite two fingers scooping it up and pushing it back into you.

“Problem solved Angel.” Placing a chase kiss on your temple and helping you up.

“So round two at the party to solidify that promise?”

“Only if you go to Church for me Angel.” He grabs yours and his things, lacing your fingers with his.

“That’s a promise.”

“Car. Now.” His hand smacking your ass and a squeal leaving your lips.

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #slob #involuntary #two sides of the same coin #muscle bear

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 21- Lorelai’s Graduation Day, Aka Lovesick Stepcousins In The Big City, Part 3

I'm cheering Rory on as she leaves school grounds, leaving these 35 year old classmates in the dust, and as she manages to pull it off under the eyes of two teachers or administrators. Yes yes yes! Well from here on out it's going to be pure Literati appreciation with only minimal anger and rage, you know, my usual shtick. That being said, when that happens I start to sound a little disjointed, like, this episode is so pure and precious and enjoyable that I really don't have much snarky commentary on it and I can just watch it. What am I without my snark powers?

Destiny awaits. In one of many examples of what I call "Gilmore Girls Poor"*, which is a term I coined myself for how AmyShermanPalladino views lower/middle class/urban/city life, Rory manages to end up in the Port Authority Bus Terminal in another dimension. The Alternate Dimension, 100% white, Spotlessly Clean, Nearly People-Free New York City Bus Terminal where she stared down a scary dude without being stabbed and she was offered a locker to store her book bag. (*More examples of GGP: In season 4, Jess is 19 years old, a high school dropout, and is living in a clean, rat and roach free, enormous New York City apartment with working utiltiies and large windows that in today's housing crisis people would murder him to get, he just needed a bed frame and to pick his shit up off the floor but we are supposed to believe its a crack den; Rory and Lorelai live in a beautiful home and eat take out and restaurant food every day on nothing more than an innkeeper's slary)

This was cute. Rory the little mouse getting ignored by city folk. I love it so much.

I think AmyShermanPalladino inserted this smoking guy to make it look like Rory was in a rough part of town. Someone finally gives our little mouse an abrupt answer on how to get to Washington Square Park where she can meet her stepcousin and her destiny.

The little smirk before he turns around! And then, and then...and then...the big grin when he sees her!

I am STARVING for stepcousins!!!!!! ..And the Emmy Award for the whitest words ever spoken on teleivison goes to Alexis Bledel, as Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls:

Baring his naked forearms like a saucy strumpet. Book sticking awkwardly out of his back pocket. He either finds the smallest books or has the roomiest ass pockets that he keeps pulling that off. How does he do that?

This is all so precious and pure I could die.

He is RAPT with attention listening to her silly stories. Show me where Dean or Logan ever paid this much attention to her telling one of these stories.

We know, Bubs. We know :(

Red alert! Red alert! Our first display of physical contact!

Jess says he eats from this hot dog cart every day. Let's unpack this: 1) Holy child neglect, Batman! I mean, Liz Danes. You can't even make your kid a peanut butter and jelly sandwich once in a while? This boy is feral. These are survival hot dogs. This may be all he can afford to eat on his own. 2) How are you still as skinny as a rail? 3) How's your blood pressure? 4) Where are you getting the money?

This sweet bubba unquestionably paid for Rory's lunch like a true gentleman.

I refuse to acknolwedge any sort of Behind the Scenes Hollywood mumbo jumbo like "Milo wasn't ACTUALLY eating the hot dog" or “umm, it’s a prop hot dog”. i am firmly committed to a scenario where everyone on the set for this episode was like "Milo our precious vegetarian baby boy we will get you a tofu hot dog to eat"

Ending this chapter with this adorable face.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #lorelais graduation day #rory gilmore #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia #denise rewatches gilmore girls #literati #step cousins #my heart is bursting #hot dog #feral child #why isn’t Jess in school #he ate a hot dog in the movie Armored #I saw him deep throat the thing #tofu dog or commitment to the part that he will ingest meat for a role

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