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spontaneous II l.williamson x reader
just some fluff because she's so annoying gf coded
spontaneous II l.williamson x reader
you jumped slightly as you heard your phone start to ring, hunting about in the mountain of cushions you were curled up in to find it, huffing in annoyance as it stopped ringing.
you paused for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief as it started to ring again, finally finding it wedged down the side of the lounge, pulling it out with a grunt, squealing as you almost sent yourself toppling off the edge.
"hello?" you breathed out, hearing an all too familiar chuckle on the other end of the line. "why are you so out of breath?" leah asked and you could already tell she had an amused smile curled into her lips.
"did you lose your phone in the lounge again?" she questioned with a chuckle. "no!" you huffed, only rewarded with silence. "yes." you admitted quietly, leahs laugh ringing through as you whined it wasn't funny.
"is there a reason you called besides to take the piss out of me? the whole point of you not being home is that i get a break from that." you rolled your eyes as now she was the one to huff. "hey! i was calling because i missed you." leah groaned as you now laughed.
"you left three hours ago lee. what do you really want?" you questioned with a smile, knowing her all too well. "so there's this campaign i'm doing with some of the england girls-" leah started as you hummed that you were listening along.
"-and i'm going to do something for it. ive made up my mind and i don't want you try and talk me out of it, okay?" your girlfriend continued firmly as you hummed again in agreeance, eyebrows knitting into a suspicious frown. "okay."
"i'm cutting a fringe. well, bangs? i dunno the technical term. but i'm doing it!" leah stated as you winced. "just for the campaign? baby..." you started, hesitation clear in your voice.
"i told you love, my mind is made up."
"leah is this really the best idea."
"yes! it's just hair babe, it grows back."
"well yeah but fringes, bangs, whatever, they take time to get used to. don't you want to think this over a little?"
"i have! i had a fringe in the picture they're using so it makes sense to cut one, fully commit you know."
"leah-" you started again, the blonde cutting you off saying she was being called back to set. "i love you and i'll see you at home my pretty girl. mwah!" and with an air kiss blown she'd hung up.
with a sigh you very carefully placed your phone on the coffee table, eliminating the possibility of losing it again as you shook your head. you'd always loved how spontaneous leah could be, the blonde whisking you out on surprise picnics, dinners, dates.
but the impulsive last minute weekends away were a little different than a spontaneous decision to cut her hair. though you suppose you should be grateful it was a hair cut and not a tattoo, not that that was something you'd put past the older girl.
"only me!" you heard the front door slam shut as you looked up from the pile of laundry you were currently sorting through, dropping the hoodie in your hands you vowed to return to finish this later. you really didn't have much of a choice given the clothes were scattered all over the bed you'd need to sleep in tonight.
"welcome hom- oo you brought pizza!" you realised happily, spotting the boxes in her hands right as leah dropped them on the counter, skidding to a stop in front of them. "god i love you." you sighed happily, flipping open the first box and inhaling the godly smell.
"excuse me!" leah cleared her throat, offended that your shared dinner was currently getting more of your attention than she was. "sorry baby. hello!" you turned to her with a smile, pecking her lips a few times and turning back to the food.
"oi! sexy girlfriend with a new haircut is feeling neglected and under appreciated here." leah huffed again as you reached for a slice of pizza, spinning back to face her with wide eyes. "oh yeah! sorry my love." you apologized with a sheepish smile, actually focusing on her now.
"do you like it?" leah wondered as you tucked a strand behind her ear, staring at her as always awestruck by her beauty, forever in disbelief she was your girlfriend. "i love it baby, it really suits you." you beamed, eyes scanning over the way her fringe framed her face.
"it's longer than i thought though." you added, hands cupping her cheeks and gently turning her face side to side. "can you tie it back?" you questioned, tangling your hands in her hair and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
"not yet, but it grows fast." leah shrugged, pulling you back into her for another kiss and you hummed. "what was that for?" the blonde frowned at your small noise. "what? i didn't say anything." you laughed, leaning up to kiss her but she craned her neck away.
"no. your little hmm, i know that tone missy!" leah warned making you roll your eyes. "it doesn't mean anything. i love it leah, honestly i'm in disbelief that you could somehow get more beautiful but here you are proving me wrong." you smiled charmingly, again leaning up to kiss her but she pulled away again.
"hey! kiss me." you smacked her chest lightly with an unimpressed scowl. "tell me what you really think." leah spoke with a huff, grabbing your hands in hers and staring you down.
"i wasn't lying, i really do think it suits you baby and you look beautiful."
"but?"
“but i think after a few days the not being able to tie it back is going to get on your nerves." you smiled apologetically and honestly.
"it won't! i can tuck it behind my ears, see?" she dropped your hands and showed you as you nodded. "you asked and i answered lee, i'm not trying to get into a debate about it with you." you chuckled at her stubbornness, turning away from her.
"i thought you wanted a kiss?" your girlfriend seemingly returned to her normal self, giving you a boyish grin and raising her eyebrows. "mmm i did but you decided to play twenty questions and now i want pizza." you teased, hauling yourself up onto the counter.
leah moved between your legs, dropping her bag on the floor as her hands played with the hem of your shorts. though before she could say another word your stomach interrupted, growling loudly and hungrily.
"told you i wanted pizza." you grinned, biting down happily on the slice in your hand. "such a gremlin." leah shook her head, grabbing your wrist and stealing a bite of your slice.
"oh please you love me."
“far too much for my own good i'm afraid baby girl."
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and sure enough, your words were proven true just two days after you'd spoke them.
you awoke to the sound of groaning, sitting up tiredly and rubbing your face as you spotted leahs back to you, the girl hunched over in your ensuite.
"babe what's wrong?" you yawned, stretching and settling back against the headboard. "it's such a pain in my ass!" leah groaned loudly again and you managed an amused smile as she slumped down on the bathroom counter resting her head on her arms.
"leah what are you on about?" you chuckled, now a little more awake as the blonde stood and marched back into the bedroom. "it's killing me!" the defender moaned loudly, collapsing onto the bed dramatically with a sigh.
"what is?" you laughed, poking at her as she sat up with a huff. "look!" she gestured to her fringe which was sticking out at all sorts of awkward angles. "it won't sit right." leah growled, trying to style it with her fingers as you grinned.
"don't say it."
"i'm gonna say it."
"please don't say it!"
"well now i have to say it."
"baby!" leah whined, smacking the bed with her hand and pouting at you. "i was right, i told you it would annoy you that you couldn't tie it back." you grinned happily, leah groaning even louder and once more dramatically flopping back into bed.
"i hate it when you're right." she mumbled into her pillow as you gently massaged the back of her neck with a smile. "thats because you're an aries." you chuckled as she turned her head to fix you with a scowl.
"now is not the time for your biased zodiac bullshit. i need help! i have training." leah whined, kicking her legs like a disgruntled toddler and settling with a huff. "help me." she pouted up at you as you shook your head, kissing away at her lips for a moment.
"come on." you chuckled, swinging yourself out of bed and offering her a hand up. "you're such a baby." you laughed, bending down and grabbing her hands, hauling her taller body up with a huff as she collapsed into you. "am not." she mumbled into your shoulder.
"leah!" you laughed again as she sagged her full body weight into you, dragging her with you to the bathroom with some struggle. "sit down." you pushed her to sit on the closed lid of the toilet.
"needy." you teased as her fingers gripped your hips and she pouted again, tapping her lips expectantly as you peppered them with gentle kisses.
"you just need to style it, we can go back to the salon and get the right products but this will have to do for now." you rummaged through your side of the vanity, pulling out a few things.
within a few minutes you'd gotten her fringe to sit not too differently to how they had the day she'd got them cut, gesturing for her to look in the mirror. "oh you're a miracle worker." leah sighed in relief as you hummed, reaching past her to put the products back.
"i love you. so so so much!" leah grabbed you suddenly, dipping your body as you squealed and she attacked your face with kisses. "okay okay! let me up romeo." you pushed at her shoulders, quite worried she'd drop you as she twirled you, spinning your body into hers with a wolfish grin.
"okay princess charming go and get ready for training!" you smiled with a shake of your head. "mm wanna save some water with me? it's good for the environment baby." leah suggested, gripping onto you tighter.
"would you like breakfast before you leave?" you challenged with a raise of your eyebrows. "because a hangry grumpy leah williamson isn't good for the environment either, i think i'm doing your team a favor making sure you're fed." you teased, pinching her sides as her hands moved to squeeze your bum, leah stealing the breath from your lungs with a searing kiss before she let you go.
"to the kitchen with you then woman!" she shooed you off as you gave her a look, hands on hips. "i mean please make me some food gorgeous?" she tried again with a charming smile as you hummed, leaving her behind to get ready.
she returned around twenty minutes later, kissing your cheek in thanks as she stole a piece of bacon off your plate as if she didn't already have a pile on hers. "hey! that is not how i styled them." you finally took her in as she sat on the island with her plate, fringe pushed back with a thick black headband.
"yeah but this way they're out of my face for when i run! and it looks sexy, no?" leah smirked, shoveling a mouthful of eggs into her mouth as you grimaced, forever warning her to taste her food and not to just inhale it, worried sometimes she'd choke.
"maybe if i harbored some deeply rooted secret affliction for ralph macchio. you look ridiculous!" you shook your head, flipping your omelette.
"ridiculously good looking baby." leah winked, having already nearly finished her plate of food and eyeing off your bacon.
"i don't know where you put it sometimes." you rolled your eyes and handed her your plate as she kissed your hand in thanks. "i burn it off with all my hardcore training, obviously!" leah retorted with a mouthful of food and you grimaced at her in disgust.
"see this is what your mum and i mean when we say sometimes we think you're possessed by a teenage boy." you rolled your eyes, dropping your omelette onto your place and smothering it with tomato sauce.
"leah!" you scowled as she burped loudly. "proving my point here." you pointed your fork at her menacingly as she shrugged. "you're the one whose hopelessly in love with me, sounds like a personal issue." she pushed your head to the side as she dumped her plate in the sink.
"go away already would you? i have five blissful hours of peace and quiet on the agenda that you're interrupting." you sighed happily, taking her seat at the counter as leah now rolled her eyes, grabbing her slides from by the door and shoving them into her gym bag.
"you're such a delight in the mornings. charming as ever darling!" leah chuckled with a shake of her head. "had you not been up before me moaning and groaning about your hair i'd have been the one dealing with you being a delight and refusing to get up thanks." you warned, swallowing a mouthful and offering some to leah who grimaced at the vegetables present.
"too many colours for me." she joked, pushing your outstretched fork back toward your own mouth. "sorry i forgot not only are you possessed by a teenage boy you've got the flavour pallet and patience of a toddler." you added on.
"excuse me what is it pick on leah morning? and you say i'm a bully!" the blonde scoffed in disbelief, hugging you from behind and slumping her body into yours. "i don't say you're a bully you're just incredibly annoying like...eighty percent of the time. other than that you're very sweet!" you grinned, squirming as she exhaled unhappily into your neck.
"ow! leah." you yelped as she suddenly bit your shoulder, and not in the way you normally enjoyed. "its how i show my love, since i'm so annoying." she grumbled, doing it again as you pushed your back into her sending her stumbling back.
"sorry love i didn't realise you were so sensative." you craned your head back to pout up at her sarcastically. "the sarcasm is not missed and not appreciated young lady." the blonde retorted, kissing you none the less.
"i am six months younger than you, nanna!"
"key word being...younger?"
"sorry i'll be sure to start telling everyone my girlfriends a cougar." "mm i prefer milf personally."
"secret child you're not telling me about then?"
"yeah hundreds of them."
"god an army of tiny williamsons? think i've seen that before in a nightmare!"
"ah! no biting." you yelled, smacking her as she bit you again, though this time not as hard. "hardly call you a milf when you are such a child yourself." you huffed, rubbing at your shoulder where there was a perfectly indented teeth mark.
"can't blame me with this attitude you're showing me woman, you normally don't mind a few cheeky marks." leah gently kissed over it with a wink as you flicked her forehead and pushed her away from you.
"go brush your teeth milf, and fix that hair!" you shoved her away again as she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, mocking your words and jogging back upstairs.
"i'll see you later then babe, try not to miss me too much." returning downstairs after she'd brushed her teeth she gave you a minty kiss goodbye, grabbing her bag off the table where she'd left it.
"leah." you called after her as she raised an eyebrow, hand on the doorknob. "forgetting something?" you questioned, an amused smile on your lips. "no?" your girlfriend frowned in confusion. "so how are you getting to training then?" you asked again as her frown deepened.
"oh." she realised, face blushing bright red and darting to grab her car keys from the bowl in the kitchen. "told you we need to get some hooks for them." you mumbled against her lips with a smile as she kissed you in thanks.
"i'll grab some on my way home, just text me if we need anything else."
"try not to hurt anyone today, karate kid." you teased, waving her goodbye as she made some sort of strange war cry noise, kicking out her leg and catching the hallway table, sending a few things crashing to the floor and a long string of curse words into the air as she hopped around clutching her foot.
before she could even speak her phone pinged in her hand. "did you just text me to replace what fell down and broke?" leah sighed knowingly, adjusting her bag on the shoulder.
"you told me to if we needed anything." you grinned, the blonde unable to argue as she blew you a kiss and with a loud mwah, the door slammed and she was gone.
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alphabet-themed stuffing/tummyache/tiny bit of hunger writing/drawing prompts
Air. Your character swallows too much air while eating, chewing, drinking, what have you, and finds themselves uncomfortably bloated. Maybe they refuse to burp out of politeness, their belly grumbling in protest as they swallow down any air that tries to escape.
Bubbles. Your character overdoes it with fizzy drinks. Maybe it's an exceptionally fizzy one, maybe it was just a little too much. Maybe there were Mentos involved. Either way, their stomach is filled to the brim with liquid and gas.
Cookies. It's the holiday season, and your character either bakes or receives more cookies than they know what to do with. Somebody ought to eat them before they get stale.
Determination. Maybe your character is stubborn. Maybe they've taken on a challenge. Maybe they've got some sort of goal to reach, or maybe they're trying to take care of some food that won't be good much longer. Whatever the reason, your character is hell-bent on finishing their food, even if their tummy is begging them to stop.
Endless. Your character has far too much food on their plate, and no matter how much they eat, it feels like they're not even making a dent. How long can they go on before they have to quit?
Friends. Your character sits down for dinner with some loved ones, but they're worried their pal isn't eating enough and urge them to have more.
Greasy. How much oily fried food can your character's tummy handle before they start feeling sick? Hopefully they're at least in the comfort of their own home and not out at a fair or something, otherwise they might have a hard time soothing their upset belly.
Help. Somebody needs help cleaning their plate. Maybe your character gives that last bite to somebody else, or maybe they're the one taking it. Maybe, if you're feeling scandalous, somebody helps them finish by feeding them that last bite.
Inches. How far can your character's belly expand? Maybe enough to be visible. Or for their shirt to ride up. Or even to pop a button. What does it take for them to swell up so much?
Juicy. It's easy to overdo it on fruit, especially when it's nice and ripe. It's refreshing, it's fun to eat, and it's gonna go bad soon anyway, right? No problems, at least until your character realizes how full they are.
KFC. Does your character have a favorite fast food place? Maybe they eat too much when they go there because it's just that good. Maybe it's a little ways away and they have to make it worth the drive. Maybe they have a new special your character's been dying to try and it's bigger than expected. How does all that cheap greasy food feel sitting in their stomach?
Liquid. Your character has a beverage that's a little too much. Maybe they're already full from eating, maybe it's just a huge drink, but either way, for one reason or another, they're determined to finish it.
Movies. Your character overestimates how much food they need for a movie snack and winds up with far too much. Maybe they're too focused on the movie to realize how full they're getting, or maybe they just eat it all because they don't want to have to put it away.
Nougat. It's Halloween, and your character is surrounded by candy. Maybe they're giving it out, maybe they've been given some, maybe they just bought a bunch because they could. How much can they eat before it gives them a bellyache?
Overestimate. Maybe your character's eyes are bigger than their stomach and they dish themself out more than they can handle, or maybe somebody else overestimates their capacity and gives them too big a serving of food. Will they try to finish all of it even once they're full?
Pizza. How many slices can your character eat? Can they fit more if it's their favorite topping? Perhaps this is the time to find out.
Quit. Your character has had it. Their belly is far too stuffed, and they can't eat another bite. Hopefully they weren't feeling pressured to clean their plate, because it's just not happening.
Rubs. Maybe your character has a tummyache, maybe they're stuffed silly, or maybe they just want to cuddle, but they're dying for a belly rub. Hopefully they're getting one.
Soup. It's the dead of winter, and your character is cold and shivering. They need a big bowl of hot soup to warm them up from the inside.
Tired. Your character comes home starving and utterly exhausted. Will they have the energy to cook something? Maybe they'll eat a bunch of easy snacks instead of putting together a meal, or maybe they'll go to bed hungry. If they're lucky, maybe somebody will make them something.
Underestimate. Your character leaves the table not nearly full enough, and it's not long before their tummy is growling. Do they ignore it? Feed it? Maybe they're so hungry that they eat too much to compensate.
Valentine. Somebody gives your character lots of sweets for being so sweet. Maybe they have a number of admirers who leave them saddled with more chocolate than they can handle, or maybe it's just one person who thinks they're just that adorable. Either way, they eat too much in one sitting and wind up with a belly full of sugar.
Water. After realizing how dehydrated they are, your character chugs far too much water in one sitting and winds up with an uncomfortably distended, sloshy belly.
eXtra. Your character is enjoying food with friends, and they make or order way too much, just to make sure they have enough for everybody. Maybe the whole group winds up stuffed, or maybe one person is tasked with taking care of the extra food.
Yogurt. For one reason or another, your character is trying to eat healthy. It's okay to stuff yourself silly if it's health food, right? Or maybe they finally snap and break their diet, but go a little overboard in their frenzy to eat something satisfying.
Zoo. Your character has been walking around the zoo all day--or maybe a theme park, or a carnival, or whatever the hell you want--and they're tired and hungry. They'd better stop for an overpriced snack break. Hopefully they don't spend the rest of their outing with a bellyache.
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Palpation - RMTJoel!Miller x f!Reader - 18+
Rating: 18+
Summary: You need a massage and thankfully a new place opened up a few blocks away… There you’re introduced to the deliciously professional RMTJoel!Miller. He makes you feel good… maybe too good? (AU - NO OUTBREAK)
Words: 6.8k
Tags: RMTJoel!, unprofessionalism in the workplace, power imbalance (kinda?), consent king, massage (external and internal heh heh I'm so dang funny), soft!Joel, public sex, fingering, handjob.
a/n: Went for a massage at the spa (thanks to a thoughtful xmas gift!) and came up with this idea. I wanna make it REAL clear that this is FANTASY. Meaning RMT’s ain’t there to be sexualized. It’s all for the sensual fun of this story, but in no way should this EVER happen in real life. Alright, onto the smut.
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Palpation
"You need to see a massage therapist."
"No I don't," you insist scowling at your roommate Pam as you come hobbling across the room to sit next to her, pizza box in hand.
"It's been a week of you complaining about a sore back you got... How again?"
"Sneezing," you mumble with a frown. Pam opens the pizza box and you two grab a slice. Nothing to remind you of your age like pulling a muscle sneezing.
"A massage place just opened up a few blocks away last month. I saw it when I was getting groceries," Pam says pulling up her phone and typing quickly. "It's called ... Mill."
"Sounds pretentious."
"Looks gorgeous."
"Any reviews?"
"Yeah like sixty," Pam says sounding impressed. "Place has a 4.9 out of 5 on Google."
"Probably paid for them," you murmur, wiping your greasy fingers on your napkin.
"There are photos," Pam says. "This place looks stunning."
She holds up her phone and you swipe through several images of beautiful pristine rooms with the luscious looking massage tables. It's like through the phone you can smell lavender and hear gentle wind chimes playing.
"I've never been for a massage before," you say with a nervous glance back at her face. "Laying naked on scratchy sheets while some random person is touching me all over gives me the creeps."
"They're professionals," Pam says rolling her eyes and smirking. "They change sheets between clients and you wear as many clothes as you feel comfortable in."
Hmm. You didn't know that.
You consider this proposition as you flip through what to watch on Netflix. You have to admit that the idea of a massage sounds appealing after a solid week of being in pain and hunching when you walk. Pamela gloms onto the fact that you're being swayed.
"Okay I'm booking you in with the person all the reviews recommend" Pam says typing away.
"Guy or girl?"
"Guy."
"Oh."
"What?"
You wince. "Isn't it weird for a guy to massage a girl?"
"I get massages from guy massage therapists all the time," Pam says rolling her eyes at you. "It's
only weird if you make it weird."
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This was a terrible fucking idea.
As soon as you walk through doors of "Mill" a week later you feel out of place. Beautifully carved doors and sumptuous looking couches decorate the front room. It smells like heaven in here, warm and fresh. Everything is so fancy.
You are not fancy.
You are anxious.
You've shaved every part of your body in a panic that morning, unsure if this is the correct protocol. What if they get grossed out by massaging body hair? What if your skin is too dry? What if your back is disgusting? You've never really looked at it that closely.
Pam told you they don't care, that they see actually gross shit every day and that your body will be a welcome change of pace. But you don't trust her because Pam also told you that you could pull off red leather pants in college.
She was definitely wrong about that.
A pleasant woman of about fifty sits at the front desk typing away. When you approach she smiles brightly at you.
"Hello welcome to Mill. Do you have an appointment?"
"Yeah, hi, I'm here for the four pm," you say softly. This place is so serene it feels weird to speak louder than a whisper.
"And with which massage therapist?"
"Uh, I'm not sure, my friend booked it."
"Not a problem," the receptionist says with a bright smile as she passes you over a clipboard with a sheet and pencil attached to the clasp. "Just fill this in."
You look over the intake form, blown away by all the questions asking about everything from allergies to if diabetes runs in the family. You fill this in swiftly; your eyes darting to the clock over the door leading to what you assume are massage rooms. You've got ten minutes. You lick your lips nervously and go back to the form. You turn the page over, circling on the diagram of the human body where your pain is.
The last part is a yes or no checkbox.
1. I bruise easily
No.
2. I sleep 8+ hours a night
Fuck I wish. Nope.
3. I have back problems
Seems like a stupid question on a massage form. But yes, obviously.
4. I am satisfied sexually
Your pencil hovers over that question as your cheek heats up. You know it's asking you this for medical reasons but it still makes you feel embarrassed when you tick off: "No".
You finish the rest of the check boxes and then return the sheet and clipboard back to the woman. She gives you a smile and indicates behind you.
"Take a seat and he'll call you in."
You slip back into one of the oversized chairs as a beautiful black woman with heels walks in. She swishes by you with a smile before turning her attention to the receptionist.
"Hi, I have a four o'clock with Tommy."
"Perfect, I'll let him know."
The woman takes a seat next to you in one of the chairs typing. She's stunning with long legs and glossy black braids. Her large almond eyes drift over to you.
"Have you been here before?"
You shake your head. "No, have you?"
"No but my co-workers wouldn't stop talking about it," she says with a laugh. "I figured what the hell, ya know?"
"My roommate booked the appointment for me," you tell her grinning. "The thought of-"
Before you can finish your thoughts a voice reaches out.
"Maria?"
A handsome man pops out from around the door, glancing to the other woman and you're struck by how muscular he is. How glossy his dark hair is and how his pants fit him just right.
Thank Christ he's not my massage therapist. I would not be able to have his hands on me.
"Maria?"
"Hi," the girl says and you can see she has been similarly affected. If she was a cartoon there would have been steam coming out of her ears.
"Hi, I'm Tommy," the man says with a charming smile as Maria pulls her purse to her shoulder. "Follow me to room 1."
Maria stumbles after Tommy's disappearing figure but not before shooting you a look over her shoulder and mouthing "What the fuck?"
You hold in a giggle as the door closes. You pull out your phone hurriedly composing a text to Pam.
[3:58pm] You need a massage with a guy named Tommy here. Definitely your type.
You scroll back through a few work emails distracted until the door to the hallway opens with a creak.
A deep voice says your name and your glance up from your phone just in time to see a tall man with the sweetest smile you've ever seen standing in the doorway holding a clipboard. His dark curls are brushed back, threaded with silver.
Please no. He can’t be for me. He’s even hotter than the other one!
"Hi I'm Joel," he says extending a hand out to you as you stand and approach him. "I'll be your therapist today."
Shocked, you just stare at how long the fingers are, how broad the palm is that leads up to forearms and biceps just meant to squeeze. The white t-shirt he wears literally strains over his broad shoulders and biceps. And then you see it, the small dimple in his right cheek over a neatly trimmed beard. Your heart actually flutters at the sight of it.
He's fucking gorgeous.
And just as that thought registers with you, a dawning horror begins to flood your senses.
There's no way you're getting a massage from him. He's going to touch your almost naked body? He's going to be so... Close? Rubbing?! Just looking at him is causing a heartbeat to begin between your legs.
You still haven't reached out to shake his hand and Joel takes it back quickly, looking embarrassed.
"Follow me to room four."
On shaky legs you stumble after him in much the same way Maria did after Tommy. You watch the way his body moves so languidly, graceful despite his size. You try to ignore the twitch of his tight ass as he moves, willing yourself to focus on the artwork gracing the walls or observing how clean everything is.
Once inside the small space you take a chance to look around. It's simple, pristine white with dark grey floors. The walls hold pictures of nature, a horse walking through the forest. It's very calming to look at. It also smells divine in here, like a spring meadow. But you're not sure if it's the room or the man in the room with you.
You stroke the soft blanket overtop the expensive looking massage table, stilling in surprise as you feel its warmth. Joel is seated on a small rolling stool and he grabs a pen from behind his ear.
"So what brings you in today?"
"Is this blanket heated?"
"Uh," Joel looks confused at your response. "Yes."
"Jesus," you whistle impressed before you realize he's asked a question "Oh, I, uh, I've been having some back stuff lately."
"Work related injury?" He asks, pencil poised above your intake form on his clipboard.
"No."
"Did it come on suddenly?"
Do not tell him the truth.
"I was playing basketball and I wrenched it," you tell him airily as if innate athleticism is just one of your many gifts.
"Where exactly?" Joel asks coming to a stand and walking over to you. You try not to shake as he approaches. He tucks the pencil behind his ear and the clipboard under his arm.
"Uh, here," you say turning from him and pointing to your lower back. You face the wall surprised to see a mirror there. You see Joel in the reflection and watch his face turn studious as he stares at your lower back.
"Is it alright if I touch you for the assessment?" Joel says, eyes scanning down your back. You swallow.
“Sure.”
Please touch me everywhere.
Wait. When did that happen? When did the thought of Joel touching you go from terrifying to enticing?
You feel his large forefinger skate down your spine and dip to the dimple at your lower back. You inhale sharply, thighs pressing together tightly trying to tamp down the pleasured shiver that wants to take you over.
You see Joel's dark eyes dart to the mirror looking concerned as he meets your gaze in the reflection.
"You okay? That hurt?"
"No," you reply confused. "Why?"
"You're tremblin'."
He pulls back obviously concerned he's pressing too hard and you pray he doesn't notice your cheeks heating.
"No uh, just a little cold." You give a shaky laugh. "Good thing you have a heated blanket."
Joel gives a little half smirk and turns, pulling the pencil from behind his ear once more.
"Psoas major," he murmurs, making a note on his clipboard. "Pretty common for low back pain. Gonna start in the mid back and work my way down. Then I like to end with you facing up so i can get at those neck muscles. That work for you?"
"Yep."
"Great, just need you to sign this consent form."
He holds it out to you and you give it a cursory glance before scrawling your signature at the bottom. At this point you're willing to sign your voice away to a sea witch if it means getting Joel's hands on you quicker.
"Alright now, I'm gonna step out for a few so you can undress and get up on the table under the sheet. I'll knock before I come in. Alright?"
"Okay."
He gives a small smile before moving past you out the door, closing it behind him. He smells amazing. It's not the room smell. You can't place it but its warm and masculine and...
Oh fuck you're supposed to be getting undressed.
You hurriedly strip until you're in nothing but your underwear. You place all your things on the chair near the door. After a pause you move your bra underneath the pile.
You pull yourself up on the massage table maneuvering yourself until you're breast and belly down with your head nestled in the tufted face hole of the table.
You pull the warmed top sheet up to your neck and are amazed at how relaxed you already are. Maybe Pam was right maybe you have needed a massage all this time. You could drift off right here.
Tap tap.
"You ready?"
Your heart slams against your ribcage. That beautiful man is going to touch you. Rub you with oil with those big delicious looking hands of his.
"Uh, yeah ready," you call out in a strangled voice.
Calm the fuck down.
You hear the door open and close. All you can see face down is the hardwood floor. The lights dim and your straining ears hear the sound of Joel tapping on his phone. Soft meditation -like music fills the room and you take a deep breath as his voice murmurs next to you.
"That okay?"
"Yep."
He could play Scottish fucking bagpipes for all you care. You just want him to touch you.
"Your form says you've never had a massage before," Joel says quietly and you see his shoes underneath the table. Basic white Tom's should not turn you on the way that they do right now.
"No."
"Alright well just so you know, the next part is I'm gonna lower the sheet to your comfort level and then we can start. Yeah?"
"Yep."
The shoes are gone from your vision and you feel him drag down the blanket over your naked back until it rests low on your spine, just at the start of the swell of your ass. You suddenly wish you had cuter underpants on.
"This alright?"
"Yep."
Your eyes blow wide when he tucks it lightly in around your hips.
"Let's get started."
At the first touch of his hand on your spine, you twitch, your nervous body over stimulated by the situation alone. Joel's hands are off you completely, his voice concerned.
"Whoa, you okay?"
"Yeah sorry," you say with a breathless laugh. "Wasn't ready I guess."
Joel chuckles and it's a rich, delicious sound that makes your stomach flip.
"That's okay, shoulda gave warnin'. Startin now."
His hands alight to your midback pressing lightly. He does this down your spine to warm you up, he tells you. You don't care what he does. You'd happily become a human pretzel if it meant having Joel's hands on you.
The hands retreat and then there's the sound of lotion being squeezed and Joel rubbing his hands together. Those big, broad hands. You're so thankful he can't see how red your face is.
Joel begins between your scapula, his wide hands smoothing over your muscles with expert care. At first you're nervous when his hands touch places that have been overlooked for months by previous partners, but soon you allow your eyes to shut and your breathing to even out.
His hands go to your spine before Fanning out over your shoulder blades. The sensation is so fucking good, so tender. He rubs a knot there and you hiss with pleasure at the feeling of it being worked.
"Tell me if the pressure is too hard," he breathes.
"I actually like it hard."
The minute you say it you cringe. Why did that sound sexual? Because Joel is hot ? Because you're horny? Pamela's words float through your consciousness.
It's only weird if you make it weird.
Just relax. Ignore it. He's not saying anything. You try to pretend you didn't say something asinine and just close your eyes.
His oiled hands move down your spine, coming to press at your lower back, the problem area. Joel applies pressure gingerly before his thumbs begin to knead into the deep muscles there.
At first it hurts but you remain silent, needing it to continue. After the initial throbbing ebbs you relax into it, feeling the muscle relent under his talented fingers. The release feels so good that you actually sigh out loud.
"Ah, there we go," Joel purrs in a voice so husky you feel your panties physically dampen.
His hands move lower, fingers grazing just under the waistband of your panties as he massages your lower back, taking his time on the problem areas you mentioned.
It feels like heaven.
Somewhere around the midway mark you feel so relaxed that you actually drift off, carried away by Joel’s touch amongst the scent of sandalwood and the sound of flutes.
You shift awake when you hear Joel's raspy voice in your ear. You have no idea how much time has passed.
"Alright, gonna get you to turn over onto your back for me. I'll turn around."
You do as he says still partly drowsy, your whole body feeling warm and boneless. You roll over, sliding down the table a bit and tugging the blanket up until it covers your breasts. You secure it under your arms.
Your eyes crack open to see Joel turned away from you. His broad back is smooth under his shirt and from this angle you see his tight ass through his pants. He's like a Greek god in a white cotton t-shirt.
You hope you don't have ugly lines on your face from the hole but you accept that you probably do. Oh well. Not like Joel was gonna ask you out anyway. You close your eyes again.
"Okay. Ready."
You hear Joel place himself on the rolling stool. He slides behind you at the top of the massage table and you hold in a shudder as he moves your hair up out of his way, his fingertips grazing your neck. Immediately you feel your nipples tighten and you pray they can't be seen through the sheet.
His hands are oiled up and then move to your neck once more. His fingers glide along your collarbone before dragging over the muscles there. The sensation is incredible, the overlooked and overworked muscle celebration with the release of tension.
"Feels so nice," you mutter without thinking.
"Then I'm doing my job right," Joel says and you hear the smile in it. You can feel the warm huff of his minty breath fall over your cheek.
You realize belatedly that his face must be near yours and you feel your heartbeat quicken. Your thighs press together tightly and you're shocked at how turned on you are. Joel's touch, this room, this comfort has all conspired to get you to the edge of arousal.
His wide hands squeeze your neck muscles, gently vibrating. Something releases and your head swims warmly.
You wriggle slightly and Joel shifts his hands to the back of your skull. His thumbs press and begin to circle there, digging pleasantly.
"Your form says you get headaches."
"Mhmmm. Sometimes."
"Alright, might do some work on your head if that's okay."
"Sure."
"Lotta my patients like when I end with a head massage," he tells you, his voice tinged with pride. “Think you’ll enjoy it.”
You don't know how to tell him that his patients probably just like anything he does because he's the most beautiful man you've seen outside a movie screen.
When his thumbs get to your temples you should have told him to stop. Because the thudding between your legs is increasing. With every swipe you feel your core tightening.
Calm down. Calm down.
His thumbs retreat and you feel a stab of relief go through you. That is until his fingers slide up the back of your neck through your hair...
And he tugs.
A simple motion, just a grab of your hair in his fists and a gentle tug to release the tension in your skull. Except it releases the tension.... Everywhere.
Pleasure overwhelms you, warm and flooding your entire body like sweet golden light. Your hands grip the sheets as your back arches unexpectedly, hips digging back against the table.
The sound of your shuddered cry hits the air sharply, like cool water thrown over the both of you.
And then silence.
//////
You're tense.
That much was clear when Joel saw you in the waiting room. When he touched your tight back and saw the pinched way your face looked in the mirror.
He was determined to get you to relax. To give you what he knew you needed: release from pain. He'd read your intake form, saw where the pain was, saw you were getting shitty sleep, the headaches. It makes sense that you were wound up.
And you'd nearly jolted off the table at his first touch of you. He hadn't been expecting that reaction. You were like a skittish horse, wild and needing desperately to be tamed.
And soon enough you'd calmed under his light touches. And now you seem pretty relaxed as the massage continues, Joel smiles when he thinks he hears you snoring quietly. He works away at the stubborn knots in your back.
He moves down your arm, hearing you give soft little whimpers in your sleep and noting when he gets to your hand that there's no wedding band there. He doesn't understand why that sticks out to him but it does. He works down your other arm doing the same.
He lets a hand drift along your spine, watching as you curve up for him like a cat. It's hypnotizing how his little grazes affect you so deeply. His eyes drift to the clock in the corner. Twenty minutes left.
His mouth goes to your ear.
"Alright, gonna get you to turn over for me. I'll turn around."
He turns, listening to the rustling sheets as you scoot down the table a bit, pulling the sheets up over you.
"Then I'm doing my job right," Joel says with a smile.
Everything is going well; you're going boneless in his hands again. So pliant and willing. Joel finds deep satisfaction in this. Like he's won your body over somehow, told it there's no reason for fear. He thinks it’s because you seemed so unimpressed with him at first, so dismissive. You wouldn’t even shake his hand. But now you seem like you’ve warmed up to him and this pleases him.
He sees the crease between your brows and smoothes over it with his thumb. He smiles when it disappears under his touch.
"Your form says you get headaches," he says remembering what he read earlier.
"Mhmmm. Sometimes."
"Alright, might do some work on your head if that's okay."
"Sure."
"Lotta my patients like when I end with a head massage," Joel says, proudly. He's never heard a bad word about his head massages. Hell, some people come in just for that. “Think you’ll enjoy it.”
His thumbs move to your temple and that's when he first notices the shifting of your thighs. He assumes it's an itch and ignores it. Looking back that should have been his first indication.
When your breathing began to pick up he assumed he was just hitting a good spot. Mistake number two.
One of Joel's favorite things about massage is that as well as healing it can bring deep relaxation and even pleasure. When he gathers the hair at the back of your neck and tugs he does so in the hopes that it will work on releasing some of that headache tension you were talking about.
And then Joel hears it.
The shuddering gasp accompanied by the arch of your spine and twitch of your lower half. He sees your hands curl into the sheet on either side of you. If he'd been working anywhere near your lower back he would have brushed it off as a sore muscle. But as it is he knows what just happened.
You just came.
He sees it in the shuddering intake of breath you take now, the flush over your cheeks and what he can see of your chest. And the way your legs relax under the sheet.
It's not the first time a woman or man has been aroused on his table. He's had his fair share of tented blankets with the men and squirming women biting their bottom lips. The only difference is he's never made one come on his table before.
And they've never made him hard.
His cock is lengthening in his pants and he's so thankful that your eyes are closed. He momentarily panics, this has never happened before and the professionalism he strives for is rapidly escaping him.
He can see your face is screwed up in anxiety and a wave of pity mixed with shame goes through him. He knows what happened with you was completely involuntary.
And you were doing so well right before, totally limp in his grasp. You were relaxed and he'd given that to you but now you're entire body is turning in on itself, tight. All the good work you both did today leaving.
Just get over it. Do your job.
Joel's a professional and he knows how to handle these situations. The best course of action is to pretend like nothing is wrong.
"The pressure okay?"
"Yep," you say tightly, your entire body tensing up under his hands. He moves his hands back to your neck and rubs gently.
"Just relax," he whispers huskily. "We're finishing up."
This seems to relax you more, the thought that soon you'll be gone from this table.
He needs you gone from the table, from the room, from his practice. The more he touches you and looks at you, knowing how naked you are under that sheet, the more he feels that coiled sensation in his belly. He tries to ignore that ache in his cock. But the more he tries to ignore it the more it seems to pulse.
Your head shifts slightly, showing him more of your neck and suddenly he can't help himself. His face drifts slowly towards it, so close he can smell your perfume or your shampoo or lotion. Whatever it is, it’s fucking delicious. It makes him want to run his tongue along your neck.
His eyes drift to your ear with its simple stud and Joel knows he’s in trouble because your fucking ear is turning him on. He clears his throat, voice rumbling from the base of his chest.
"Need it harder?"
He watches you shiver, sees the goosebumps rise all along your body and now he notices the tiny buds of your nipples through the top sheet. He holds in a growl as you give a small whimper.
"Uh... Yes, thank you."
Your breathy voice is so tentative and he loathes that it makes his cock twitch. He glances down to see his erection tents his pants almost comically now.
That's enough. This is a fucking patient, Miller.
He briefly removes his hands from you and stands, planning on flipping his aching cock up in the waistband of his boxers.
There's a sharp ring from inside your purse across the room that startles you both.
"Oh, shit, sorry," you say automatically lifting your head from the table and opening your eyes. "I thought I turned the ringer off-"
You've stopped talking and Joel realizes it's because his hard cock is almost at your eye level and you're staring directly at it. Joel's hands are hung at his sides, uselessly.
Your eyes drag to his, wide and unreadable and they stay fixed there for what feels like forever. The sound of the phone ringing grows dim and then finally silences.
He's going to be fucking arrested. You're going to leave a scathing review on Google. You're going to start screaming any second.
Joel feels like his entire world is being tilted on its axis the more your eyes drift between him and his still hard cock.
"I've... I don't..... I've never," Joel fumbles, trying to come up with the right words. "No ones ... No patients ever done this before... To me, I mean."
You flush so prettily at that, your smile is shy and crooked. You look at the table, embarrassed before your face is turned up to face him again.
"Would you..." You trail off licking your lips nervously. Joel feels his cock pulsing when you do. "Would it be okay if... If I.. Or you...?"
Joel watches your fingers reaching for his zipper before stopping, waiting for him to give the go ahead.
I should leave. Tell her it's inappropriate and go.
Joel ignores this thought entirely, instead he nods in understanding as he pops open the top button of his pants and slides the zipper down the teeth. Your eyes watch its descent with eager anticipation.
His cock is stiff in his boxers and he shyly covers the thick shaft and head poking aggressively from the slit in the middle. He expects that this will turn you off, his obvious arousal. But your eyes have grown glazed, mouth parted.
"Can I…touch?"
Joel sees your hand going towards the hand covering his cock. He swallows nervously. This is crossing all ethical and moral boundaries.
And yet ...
Joel nods, dropping his hand and you hesitate for a only a moment before your eyes drift to the belt at his hip. He realizes you've spotted the lotion bottle inside. Joel says nothing as you pump a few dabs of the massage oil into your palm before rubbing your hands together.
He feels his heart begin to hammer as your hand reaches between the two of you to grip the head of his cock lightly. Barely a touch and Joel feels a groan pulled from his chest.
His gaze is on your hand, watching as you begin to stroke, squeezing along the head. The lotion makes your hand glide perfectly, your grip strong and tight.
He lets his eyes drift over to your face and a new surge of arousal goes through him. Your face is fixed in concentration, cheeks flushed so fucking pretty. You give a twist of your wrist that has Joel's legs about to buckle.
"Oh fuck," Joel moans, head tilting forward. "So....Tha- that's so fucking good, baby."
///
Baby.
Your thighs press together almost painfully at his husky voice calling you that.
Baby.
You cannot believe what's happening. An hour ago you were terrified to have a stranger touch you and now you're jerking off your masseur's deliciously thick cock as he calls you baby.
He's so beautiful, eyes closed, hands braced against the table as you stroke him. He thrusts shallowly into your hand, wanting you to take the lead.
Everything about him is sexy to you. His tall frame arching over the table for you, the way you can see his ass clench in his pants when he moves against your palm. The little groans you're pulling from him, sailing past his teeth almost shyly.
Your own breathing is staggered because you can't stop looking at his mouth. It's parted, his breath coming out in long shudders. You want to kiss him so fucking badly but you're lying back on the table and he's standing. You wish you could see more of him, not just the cock pulled from the slit of his boxers.
"I don't deserve this," Joel groans, his shoulders rolling as he arches into your pumping hand.
"You do. You made me feel so good," you say softly. "I just wanna do the same."
His dark eyes open, glazed and fixed on you. His eyes dart everywhere, from your eyes to your mouth to your eyes and back down to your mouth.
You flinch when you feel his fingers slip under the sheet and begin to trail along your inner thigh.
"Wanna do it again," he rumbles. "Properly if that's okay."
You can only breathe shallowly as you force a nod. It's barely more than a twitch but it's all he needs. His fingers slide between your thighs, dancing there. He groans as he does this, your hand working him well.
He licks his lower lip, eyes never leaving your face as his fingers glide over your clothed pussy. You instinctively tilting into his touch, cheeks flaming. Joel runs a forefinger between your slit, feeling the soaking fabric of your panties there. You give a whimper as his eyelids shutter.
"I made you this wet?"
His voice is low, awed.
Again you give the smallest nod, feeling warm when Joel smiles at you. He looks so pleased with himself.
You dip your eyes down your body, unable to see anything other than movement of his hand under the sheet. For some reason that makes it even hotter.
Your eyes go back to his face just in time for his finger to slip under your panties and begin to tease your entrance. At this your body jerks and the sheet falls slightly, showing you left breast and very erect nipple. You watch his eyes greedily drink in the sight.
"Goddam."
Joel's hips begin to stutter and you feel his hand come to rest overtop yours. His hand is large and warm and he holds you gently, stilling your movements.
"Slower," he tells you in a rasp. "Want us to get there together."
Fuck. Could this guy get any sexier?
"Okay."
At this his finger enters you, joined quickly by a second at your whispered insistence. You struggle to maintain a slow speed over his slippery cock because of it. He begins to slowly work his way deep, curling delicately. You give a shuddering inhale, eyes at half mast.
"You want it harder?" Joel murmurs and from your position you can see his eyes are nearly black with desire as he looks down at your face. "Seem to remember you sayin' that's how you liked it."
You can only whimper as you nod. His palm grinds against your clit sending sparks of fire up your body.
"F-uuck!"
Your hand is slick with oil and you can hear your dual breathing and the wet sound of your hand working his cock mixing with the harmonious strings and wood flutes being played over the speaker.
You don't even know you're whining until Joel's free hand presses a finger to your lips, gently shushing you.
"They're gonna hear us," he tells you, voice rough and pupils dilated so much his eyes look black. You nod and he removes his finger from against your lips, much to your dismay.
Joel watches as your eyes roll back when he begins to move his fingers within you in earnest. Hitting deep and then retreating, pulsing there, curling and rubbing perfectly. Your hips begin to thrust in time with your strokes along his cock and Joel's eyes go from his cock to the blanket where his fingers work you so well.
Your eyes travel to where your hand works him. Holding him twitching in your palm, watching the head weep with precome makes you feel powerful. Taking down this broad, masculine form with no more than gentle tugs to his cock.
Joel-" you whisper, trying to be quiet but you're struggling. It feels so good. He feels so good. His eyes move to your face, his neck and cheeks flushed.
"Gonna come for me right here," Joel tells you in that low, syrupy way he speaks. The one that says relax, tell me if it's too hard. "Aren't you?"
"Y-yes," you huff, your entire body going rigid. "Yes, gonna come for you, Joel."
Joel feels his stomach tighten at the way you whimper his name. Your back arches, your hand is a blur along his cock. And then suddenly his fingers hit that sweet spot deep inside, the one that has everything in your body coming to life and your eyes roll back.
"Oh there she goes," Joel marvels. "There she fuckin' goes."
Joel's words curl down your body like his hands have done the last hour. They smooth and they press and they make you feel fucking amazing.
"Gonna... " is all you can get before your pleasure overtakes you. You’re body jolts once more and your head slopes back as you snap your free hand over your mouth to keep your moans contained.
"Uh huh, yeah baby, just like that," Joel urges you in heady whispers as you begin to climax. "You look so fucking good coming for me lik-- So fuck... Oh fuck... Makin' me-"
Joel slaps his free hand over his mouth seconds after over you. You let out a ragged moan at precisely the same time, the two of you climaxing with your hands over your mouths so as not to be heard.
His fingers work within you, pumping even as Joel releases himself in thick spurts over your stuttering hand. You soak his fingers under the sheet, body twisting with greedy desire as he stares at your face.
The soft glow of sex fades quickly when the gentle chime of Joel's phone goes off seconds later. Suddenly reality makes itself known, cold and unpleasant as Joel’s cock grows limp in your hand.
What the fuck just happened?
Joel reaches behind him to the shelf and turns back, taking your hand in his and wiping his spend from your palm, between your knuckles, down your wrist. He does this with a red face, not once looking at you. That's for the best because you're so mortified you want to shrivel up under the blanket.
When he's finished he runs a thumb over your knuckles, eyes darting to your face briefly before he drops your hand. He turns from you and tidies himself up, tucking himself away back in his boxers and zipping up his pants.
"That's uh... That's all we have time for today," Joel croaks from over his shoulder.
"Thanks," you say breathily, trying to regain your composure. You stare at his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The firm ass that you want to reach out a grab.
"How do you feel?"
He still hasn't turned around and you wonder what he's thinking. His eyes are so expressive and to have them hidden from you seems a shame because you can't gauge how he feels about what just happened.
"Uh ... Really good... You're very... Good."
At this Joel swallows and you feel like you're face must be on fire. You want to say something, anything to end this awkward exchange but Joel is already striding to the door.
"I'll leave you to get dressed, then."
The door giving a snick closed behind him leaving you to shakily get up from the table. You don't even look to see the evidence of your arousal; you just bunch the sheets up in a pile with shame creeping down your neck.
You don't even know if Joel is married or dating. Just because you're not doesn't mean he doesn't have a very fulfilling relationship outside these four walls. Guilt now takes you over to go along with the shame, like longtime friends holding hands and skipping.
The worst part of all of this was how much you liked it. The needing to be quiet, the rush of doing something forbidden, the feeling of his cock growing harder and harder in your grip. Making a man like that groan and moan for you. You wish you'd tasted him, even just a lick. You also wish he'd talked more. That deep voice of his is more potent than any aphrodisiac you know of.
What the fuck is wrong with me? This is a business. I just jerked a stranger off! This shouldn't turn me on.
You pull on your clothes in haste, tugging the purse over your shoulder and jerking open the door in a rush to leave. To your horror Joel stands just outside in the hallway, eyes on the ground. He looks like an admonished schoolboy forced to make an apology and the sight of it makes you wince.
"How're-"
You don't wait for him to finish the sentence. You want to get away from this place as soon as possible. You give a mumbling goodbye and move past him out the door, just as quiet and detached as when he first met you.
You burst into the waiting room, the door main closing behind you. It's empty save for the receptionist who looks over at you in surprise.
"I'm just here to pay," you tell her, hoping she can't see the shame in your eyes. You go to bring out your wallet from your purse.
"It's already been paid," The receptionist says cheerfully typing on her laptop.
Pam. Of course you're roommate paid for it. You flush as you consider what she actually paid for.
"Would you like to make another appointment?" The receptionist asks cheerfully. "Joel's schedule tends to fill up fast."
You swallow, fingers hovering over the counter. The question is so simple but the answer is anything but obvious.
Yes or No?
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changbin - deadlines
includes: dom! changbin x fem reader, power dynamics if you squint, corruption kink, size kink, use of "sir", praise and degradation, semi-public sex, slight manipulation, overstim, age gap but both are of age:D, changbin is kinda mean and nasty
a/n: prof!changbin is my one true love<3 I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @prudenceisntjustcute thank u so so so so much u dont understand how happy i am rn
wc: 3104 :0
catching feelings for him was probably the worst possible decision you ever made. here you are in class, practically drooling all over your desk as you watch him. jisung smirks when he notices your zoned-out state, your eyes hazy and unfocused on him. he walks towards you from the front of the class, having just handed in his work.
"y/n?" his voice snaps you back to reality, jisung leaning over and resting his hands on your desk.
"sungie!" you say a little too enthusiastically, and he chuckles.
"they're serving pizza today for lunch. want me to get you a slice?"
only then do you realize that the rest of the class is packing away their things, filing down the lecture hall. screw you and your stupid daydreams.
"oh! yea i'd really like that, sung! i'll follow after you, i just have to uh- clarify some things with the professor." you get up from your seat, shoving your unused notebook and textbook into your bag.
jisung smiles at you, nodding in understanding and leaving you to walk out of the room, leaving you and your professor completely alone. if only jisung knew it wasn't him you were staring at.
seo changbin stands behind his desk, one hand on his hip, the other flipping through the pile of test papers. if he's aware of your presence in his classroom, he doesnt show it. his eyebrows are furrowed and a small frown tugs on the corner of his mouth as he flips over a specific paper, shaking his head at the answers. his glasses threaten to fall down, and he has to push them back every few minutes.
"professor?" you squeak, taking a tentative step closer to him.
he looks up in your direction, an eyebrow raised. your cheeks warm when he smiles at you, beckoning you forward. "miss y/l/n. i dismissed the class a few minutes ago. was there something you needed?" he asks, his voice floating across the room and filling you with a warm feeling.
'yes, your children please.'
"well, i just had a few questions regarding the last homework you assigned?" you cross over to his desk, gripping onto the strap of your bag so tightly you feel the burn in your palm.
changbin chuckles, motioning for you to sit by his desk. "ah yes, the last homework i assigned…. which was due almost a week ago, correct?" he tilts his head down to look at you over his glasses, a mocking smile on his lips that makes you want to kiss him.
you blush profusely before nodding, taking the seat nearest to where you stood. changbin chuckles before crossing to the front so he was directly across from you. sighing, he sat on the edge of his desk, slightly leaning forward towards you.
"well, i wouldn't mind helping out one of my favorite students." he teases, winking at you.
you almost pass out, but your body reacts before your brain and you start to fish for the assignment in your bag. as you do so, you feel his gaze burning your skin, hot and heavy as he tilts his head to the side, as if assessing something about you. you take the paper out with shaky hands before setting it onto his desk.
changbin straightens up and clears his throat. "to be honest, im surprised you're struggling with the work, y/n. your test papers say otherwise." he walks over behind you, hovering over your shoulder.
the tip of his necktie reaches your shoulder, and all you can think about is him stuffing it into your mouth and gagging you with it.
"well all your answers so far are correct, what are the questions you had in mind?" he places a hand on your shoulder and you feel your stomach twist with anticipation and need.
'you're so hot it should be illegal.'
"thats not a question." changbin chuckles, leaving your side and walking towards his desk.
fuck. did you just say that out loud?
he peers at you from behind his desk, a smug look plastered onto his sharp features. you squirm in the leather seat, your skirt suddenly feeling too hot, irritated by the way it sticks to your thighs. you cant seem to look away from his gaze, and he challenges you, raising an eyebrow. youre the first to break, eyes flying to the homework in front of you.
"i guess i'll just f-finish this and like, pass it to you." you clear your throat, shaking your head and hoping your face hasnt gone red.
changbin hums, taking his glasses off and setting them on his desk, right on top of your paper.
"you could. but still, you failed to meet the deadline. i'd have to deduct points from your work for that." he sighs, shaking his head.
you hate feeling like you disappointed him, your head hanging low as you hear him walk over to you, placing a hand behind your chair.
"y/n." his voice is low, urging you to look up at him. you do, your eyes meeting his and it sends a spark of electricity up across your skin.
"sir?" you squeak, the pen in your hand growing slimy from the sweat on your palms. why was he looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive? not that'd you be complaining.
changbin inhales sharply, the title slipping right out of your mouth and straight down to his hard cock. fuck, why were you so pliant? so needy? just begging to be ruined. he sighs, crossing the classroom towards the door and for a moment you think he's about to ask you to leave- when suddenly he locks it behind him.
this is not happening.
"don't you think you should… make up for all the days you failed to submit your work?" he leans against his desk, and you try extra hard not to check him out because holy fuck you can see the tent in his pants and you're squirming in your seat, thighs clenching tightly against each other.
"i dont-"
"you know what really pisses me off, miss y/l/n?" he sighs, his hands gripping the edge of the table right under his thighs. "you keep chewing on that damn pen, and it's just so distracting." he shakes his head, gesturing towards the pen in your hand.
"but- why?" you squeak, stuffing it discreetly into the pocket of your bag.
changbin scoffs in disbelief. "why? baby you drool all over it and got your pretty lips wrapped around the tip i can't help picturing it's my cock instead."
a wave of heat washes over you, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. changbin smirks, gesturing you to walk over to him with a wave of his hand. you hesitate, unsure if you physically can stand up and walk over to him without your legs turning to mush.
"aint got that much time, doll."
and you cross the room in three strides. god you were so eager for him, he fucking knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
"so obedient." he hums appreciatively, hands hesitating before resting on your sides. you tense at the contact, and changbin coos, lifting a thumb to swipe under your chin. your eyes meet his, and he scoffs.
"do you know how pathetic you look right now? eyes so wide and needy." he tucks your hair behind your ear, bottom lip jutting out into a mocking pout.
you nod, tensing when changbin's hands find purchase on your waist, squeezing slightly. suddenly you're wearing too many pieces of clothing, despite the fact that all you had on was a simple tee. you wanted it off, wanted to feel his hands on your body.
"but i'll take care of you." changbin smirks when he sees your eyes slowly close, already submitting to him.
you wait patiently for him to do something, anything. you feel his hand pull you closer to him by your nape, his lips instantly finding yours. your heart is in your throat when the teacher growls against your mouth, tilting his head to the side and brushing your lower lip with his tongue. you instantly give in to him, not wanting to put up a fight when you know just how badly you wanted this to happen.
you stable yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders, screaming internally when you feel the muscles straining against his white dress shirt. you want nothing more than to rip it off of him. he situates you on his thigh, letting you not-so-subtly grind against his muscle. your whines spill into his mouth and he drinks every single sound you make. it heads straight to his cock and he can't wait to feel you around him.
changbin growls when you pull on his hair, hands harshly gripping you by the under of your thighs and lifting you, just to place you on his desk.
"what would your cute little classmates think," changbin coos, fingers wandering dangerously close to your clothed heat. pinching and squeezing the soft fat of of your thighs. "if they knew what a little slut you are f'me? u know im much older, dont you?"
you whimper at his degrading tone, hands resting on the desk behind you.
"you could have any guy in this class if you wanted. you know that right, baby?" he teases you, fingers gently lifting up your skirt and exposing your underwear.
"d-dont want them. only you." your voice comes out small and pathetic, and changbin fucking loved how small he was making you feel.
"yea?" he grabs your hand from behind you, guiding it onto his crotch and making you squeeze. his cock is hard against your touch, and you gasp at the size of his bulge. "guess they won't be able to fill you up good like i will, huh?"
you nod frantically, desperate for him to just hurry up and touch you. changbin notices this, chuckling lightly and pulling your underwear down painfully slow. he takes a good look at your arousal dripping down your slit and takes a deep breath, sucking in his teeth.
"you're so wet, doll. bet i could slide right in without prepping ya."
you nod eagerly, locking your legs around his hips and pulling him closer to you. he groans at the action, hands gripping onto your thighs so tightly you're sure it'll bruise. you watch with wide eyes when changbin does quick work of undoing his belt, letting it hang in the loops. he unbuttons his pants and lets it fall, just enough for him to pull his cock out.
it won't fit.
he smirks when he sees the hint of worry in your eyes, stare fixed on his cock. changbin tuts at you, one hand wrapping around his base and the other on your chin.
"you'll be a good girl and take it for me, right?" he asks sweetly, dipping the head of his cock and running it along your slit, catching all your slick and rubbing it against him to provide some sort of lubrication. you shiver when it catches on your clit, granting you some sort of friction. you roll your hips eagerly against his, the movement causing your skirt to bunch around your waist.
"i- i dont know. i-i've never…. not this big-"
and knowing that he's ruined you of every other cock almost makes him cum on the spot. instead, he scoffs at your pathetic pout, tightly gripping your waist and pulling you closer to the edge of his desk.
one hand rests on his abdomen while the other supports you from behind, trying to slow him from entering you too quickly. it makes his skin burn, knowing that he's quite literally splitting you open.
"well, i'll go slow." he coos, tip of his cock already prodding at your entrance. you take in a sharp breath when you feel him breach you, just the head of his cock in and you're already faintly dizzy.
"awh, come on baby. you can do it, right?" he takes your hand away from him, not allowing you to stop him from pushing in.
"y-yes sir." you whimper, and those words are enough for changbin to snap, eyes closing from pleasure and abandoning all sense of logic, hoping you won't be too mad at him. with a growl, he loops your thighs over his arms, his hands finding your hips and pulling you flush against him so his cock is fully sheathed in you.
you squeal from the burning sting, tears brimming in your eyes when you feel the tip of his cock in your stomach.
"fucking tight, i'm sorry baby. i'll make it up to you, hmm?" changbin mumbles, setting a brutal pace and ignoring your broken moans and whimpers. every thrust knocks the wind out of you, the sound of the desk rattling under your ass the only sound in the room besides your professor's pants into your neck.
"s'big." you whine, clutching desperately onto his shoulders as he pistons in and out of you. you feel the tip of his cock just subtly brush against the spot you need him the most, and you realize he's doing it on purpose, only thrusting in about half of his cock.
"is it?" changbin scoffs, biting down on your neck and making you mewl. he knows it's sick, knows it's one of the oldest rules in the book- never fuck the students. but it's also one of the most neglected rules.
"m-more, please sir." you beg, hands flying to his ass and trying to push him in deeper yourself.
he groans when you do, pulling away to see you so fucked out, eyes hazy and drool spilling out of your open mouth. he bends down to lick at it, before kissing you roughly.
"more? baby if i gave you any more you'll be ruined." changbin pants against your mouth, but doesn't miss the way you clench even tighter around him.
"does my baby want that? to be so ruined no other cock could ever. please. you." he emphasizes each word with a thrust, and you try your hardest not to scream out loud, knowing that if someone were to look into the small window by the door, you'd be in trouble.
despite the burning stretch in your lower area, you nod. you want him to ruin you. you want him to be the only one who could fuck you this good.
"awh my cute little slut, just want to feel all of sir's cock right?" his thrusts are harsher now, pulling you and fucking you onto his cock.
"y-yes, please sir!" you plead, and it's enough for changbin to give in with a groan, lifting your leg up to his shoulder to get a better angle. you gasp when his cock kisses your g-spot, clawing at his back for him to keep going.
"oh, there? like this?" changbin teases, a smug grin on his face as he drives his cock into you with purpose.
"p-please i cant-" you're stuttering, too drunk on the pleasure of his cock in you.
"you can, and you will." changbin growls, hand sneaking down in between you and fingers rubbing rough circles onto your clit.
you cum almost instantly, the pads of his rough fingers pressing down onto you. you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, but this displeases him. he moves your hand away, instead kissing you to capture the sounds of your muffled cries. changbin's chest fills with pride at the sight of your legs shaking around him, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge.
he doesn't stop his pace, still driving into you as you come down from your high. but this time, his thrusts are deeper, rougher, only thought in mind is getting himself off.
"sir, please. s'too much." you whine, placing your hand on his lower abdomen in a feeble attempt to stop him.
he ignores your plea, wrapping his hand around your wrist and driving even deeper into you.
"shut the fuck up, and take it." changbin growls, too obsessed with the way your pussy wraps around him. you whimper, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the pleasure that he brings you.
"i'm gonna fill you up, and then you're gonna thank me. got it?" changbin groans against your chest, his forehead dipping down onto the soft fabric of your top. you nod, eager for him to spill into you.
"good fucking girl." his voice comes out heavy and almost cracking as you feel his cum spill into you, wincing slightly at the warmth that settles into your lower abdomen.
"fuck, you're such a good girl." he breathes against your forehead, catching your lips in another affectionate kiss as he pulls out. as you lay there catching your breathe, you feel his thick fingers enter you again, pushing his cum further into you. you whine, and changbin chuckles.
"sorry, cant help it. you look too fucking hot with my cum spilling out of you like that."
you blush at his words, throwing an arm over your face. changbin laughs at you, taking your hand away and giving you one last kiss.
"go put your underwear on and keep my cum in you, alright?" changbin's tone is soft despite the lewdness of his words. you nod, hopping off his desk and shuffling his underwear on. you look at him expectantly as he fixes his pants, straightening up his tie.
"awh, baby what is it?" he catches the way he looks at you, and he grins, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.
"will- uhm. will this happen again or is this more of a one time thing?" you mumble meekly, picking your bag up from the ground and slinging it over your shoulder.
changbin smirks at you, shrugging his shoulders playfully. "depends, let's see how many assignments you fail to submit." he wraps an arm around your waist and takes the late homework in your hand.
"oh by the way," changbin delivers a playful slap to your ass before you turn to leave his classroom. "tell you're little friend that it's rude to snoop." he winks at you, and you tilt your head in confusion.
that is until you turn around and come face to face with jisung, peeking in from the window. his mouth open in shock, and you're frozen in fear. but what you can't see, from behind the wall is the painful hard-on he sports in his suddenly tight jeans.
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A Valentine's Day treat. Well more like night after
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Dante X F!Reader
CW: Food play, P in V sex, teasing, bad puns
Word count: Roughly 3K
A/N: It's been a few months since you started dating the silly pizza man, and fail to keep that on the down low when it's Valentine's Day and one of your co-workers pesters you about dating the man but being at work. Good thing Lady is giving Dante a hard time as well. Well maybe after your shift you can find a way to have some fun with your boyfriend.
The third of my Valentine’s Day fics.
Quirking your nose as you scrawl out the last of your notes before handing them off for entry in the system you let out a long exhale. It’s not even ten pm and you’ve already dealt with four accidentally swallowed rings, three broken noses, and two stabbings. The stabbings were a little normal for the emergency department but the rings weren’t.
“I don’t understand why people just can’t propose like normal people, why do they put it in food Doctor?” You snort shaking your head as one of the orderies rubs at her temple.
“People want to be different, if they knew how often people miss the ring dropped in their champagne glass because of nerves they might try something else.” Signing your name before looking at the next person on the triage list and reading what happened. “Like this person. They tried chocolate mousse, I’ll give them a point for originality.”
“Me. Hey Doc?” Letting out a hum as you double check to make sure you don't hand anyone higher up on the priority list to check with. “How come you're here tonight and not out with that man of yours?”
You feel your nose quirking again. “Which man would that be?” Attempting to avoid eye contact as you do know exactly who they're talking about. Your silly pizza loving man with a knack for killing the demonic, even if most people think he's just a regular handy man of sorts.
“Funny. That broad shoulders white haired fella. Damien or something.”
“Dante” you wince as the correction slips from your mouth with ease.
“Him!” Grinning like the cat that ate the canary at catching you. “Come on, I've seen the two of you out around town. He's a hottie. Why aren't you out with him instead of in here dealing with the chaos of proposals gone wrong?”
You laugh hearing how the night in the ER has been going so far it sounds about right. “He's working tonight, besides I'd rather cover this night over New Year's and the Fourth of July anytime.” Winking before you head down the hallway with your clipboard, hoping this couple is a lot calmer than the last.
“Explain how I'm a bad boyfriend!” Dante was pissed as he swung the rebellion slicing one of the lizard like demons in half sending Lady a look of bewilderment.
“If you were a good one I wouldn't have to explain it.” Snarking back as she unloaded a few rounds into her own quarry before shaking her head at him. “You really are terrible with women, at this rate the pretty little doctor is gonna leave you. Working on Valentine's Day.”
“It's just a sappy day to give chocolates, if she wants to leave me over that then fine!” Slicing another demon and dodging having a set of talons driven through his back. As much as he said that the smaller voice I'm his head was screaming. No. It wasn't fine. She was his and it didn't matter what day it was he should be balls deep in her, making sure she smelt of him and sex.
“You really are an idiot.”
“Whatever Lady. Are we finishing this job you asked for my help for or not?” He'd rather focus on a fight than the way his pants were growing tighter. Damn libido.
As you left the hospital that morning, well 3 am, you couldn’t help but swing into the nearest 24 hour store to grab a few grocery items for yourself and saw a few items that made you smirk. A package of chocolate dipped and plain strawberries, grabbing them before heading to the devil may cry office with a can of whipped cream and a terrible plan.
Trying the door to find it unlocked and slinking inside, a good sign that Dante is home otherwise you would have had to try and dig through your bag for the spare key he’d given you. “Dante!” If the lights in the main office hadn’t of been on you wouldn’t have called out, but if it is on then it’s a good sign your handsome man is still awake.
“Backroom Babe!” Well, that answers that, heading towards the door that hides a short hallway ending in a minuscule kitchen. The main level of the office doesn't have much besides the front area itself which takes up the bulk of the floor space, there is a second bathroom that you’re certain before you entered his life was the only one Dante used. Well used being an operative word.
Stepping into the space and finding the white haired man holding a small glass filled with amber liquid. “That kind of night huh?” You snort laying your paper bag of goodies on the the tiny counter before dropping your overnight bag to the floor and approaching him.
“Any night that involves Lady is one of those kind of nights.” Rolling his eyes before taking a sip of the drink and setting his eyes on you. “Didn't think I'd see you this early, thought you were working the ER tonight?”
“I was.” Lifting your arms to drop them over his broad neck and play with some of the longer white hairs at the back of his head and leaning closer. His jacket is draped over the chair you suspect would snap if anyone sat in it so your arms are able to rest more against him instead of the leather. “My shift finished about an hour ago and I didn't have a lot of paperwork to do. How was your night?”
Raising his drink between your bodies you watch him quirk a brow as if surprised you asked “Shit so far. Now that you're here though.” Hooking two of his fingers in one of the belt loops of your pants and tugging you a little closer to him. “It seems to be getting better.”
Tossing the rest of his drink back before sliding the empty glass behind him and dropping his hand on your hip you get the hint and push up on your toes as he leans closer to you. Only for your senses to be flooded by the smell of rancid copper and things you'd rather not think about. Sharply pulling away from him. “You smell like ass” Waving your hand in front of your nose as you screw up your face at him.
“I got home maybe ten minutes before you walked in!” His tone is haughty as he lifts his hands exasperated by your reaction, and for a moment you're distracted by the shift of his shirt and the hint of pale skin.
“You need a shower if you want a kiss.” Shaking your head at him and hiding that you had been distracted by his body. “Or the other treat I have for you.” You might be annoyed that his first thought was a drink before getting cleaned but his lifestyle wasn't focused on getting the grim off his body right away for the longest time.
Hearing you mention a treat, however, has his mood shifting and a smirk on his handsome face “A treat huh? Do I get a hint?” Wiggling his eyebrows as his gaze roves over your body, making you flush in response.
“I don't wanna ruin the surprise but let's say trying something new.” Giving him a wink as he grabs his coat and starts to walk past you. “Only clean good little boys are going to get it though.”
Roaring with laughter as he turns on his feet facing you as he walks away. “Guess I'm outta luck. Even with a shower, I'm zero outta three on that list.” Dropping his hand to his crotch just before stepping out of sight. “Especially the little part.”
You can't help but laugh as he slips away, waiting until you hear either the water running from the downstairs bathroom or the creek of the stairs as he heads to the upper level. It's the creaking of the stairs that you hear, grinning as you wait another moment before placing your food for tomorrow in the fridge. At least you don't have to worry about something trying to crawl out of the neglected device. This time.
Keeping the strawberries and whipped cream with you as you headed out to the main part of the office once more, checking the main door was locked before taking the stairs. It was more for your own peace of mind than anything else, if something wanted to go after Dante a metal bolt wasn't going to stop it.
Hearing the shower run as you reach the top of the landing you slow, pondering for a moment if you should join him or just jump into your own little surprise. You did have a quick shower before you left work because you hated the smell of the antiseptic on your skin, but the idea of rubbing your hands over his wet chest are hard to ignore. Giving your head a shake you keep walking, if you don't commit to what you have planned you'll never try it, and Dante likes surprises in the bedroom.
Leaning across the bedspread as you hear the sound of his footsteps you grin to yourself before swallowing to try and settle your face. As the door swings open you try to get your expression sorted out so you aren’t a blushing mess, trying to aim for sultry.
Dante has a towel thrown over his head missing your expression and one slung around his waist, except he has the size of them backward. The larger one over his head and the smaller struggling to remain tied around his waist with how thick his thighs are and your little plan to try and seduce him fails as your jaw drops a little. “Maybe it’s me who’s getting the treat instead of you. Big boy.” Tacking on the last word to get him to lift his head.
At least your little plan worked as his composure snaps for a moment as he stares at you, his eyes following the trail of whipped cream along the lines of your stomach from your covered core up to your tits. “Babe.” A hard swallow and it’s clear as the towel around his hips flutters from something hidden underneath that he’s getting aroused. “Are those strawberries on your tits?”
“I figured since it was too late to get you a sundae I’d try and be one instead.” Trailing an index finger along part of your stomach and scooping some of the cream up before sticking the digit in your mouth and sucking on it hard enough to hollow your cheeks. That towel around his waist stood no chance as his cock hardens and sticks up from the edge, raising the fabric as if his dick is peeking out at you. “Sorry, but it’s the best I could do on such short notice.”
Using one of his hands to pull the towel from around his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor with a wet smack your covered core throbs. His eyes are wild and you can see his neck flexing as his jaw works. Too bad all his attempts are undone by the way his length keeps twitching as it arches from between his legs. “I don’t see any ice cream unless you’re hiding it under that pretty body of yours.”
Striding closer before he stops. Dante is far from unobservant and the man has noticed your own gaze keeps landing between his legs. “For some reason, I don’t think you have any for me. Not with the way your eyes keep looking at this fine display.” With a snap of his fingers, the towel is gone and you can’t help the little noise of satisfaction you let out at his naked body. He’s fit and knows it, surprising with his terrible diet, but you can’t get enough of it.
“You’re right. I wanted some meat tonight.” Winking at him before spreading your legs, showing him the damp spot on your underwear. “I think you should come get your dessert before it gets too warm though.” Adding a small whine at the end as you want to feel his skin against yours, or his tongue. Really he can remove the fruit and cream covering your torso anyway he wants to.
“I’m surprised you didn’t cover your pussy in cream too.” Snorting as he closes the final distance and you feel his bed dip as he joins you.
“I might be willing to try food play but I am not having anything go in my pussy that isn’t sanitized.”
“Sorry Doc, I gotta call you out on that one.” Running one of his large hands along your thigh before snapping your underwear with his finger. “My tongue and fingers go in there all the time.” You roll your eyes and reach a hand out to try and get him to pay more attention to your body.
“Funny Dante. Honestly though. Do you want to lick or help me clean this up? The cream really is starting to run.” A chuckle before he moves, throwing a leg over your body and settling so he straddles your form, sliding down a little as his hands come to rest beside your body.
“I think I can help with that problem.” Lowering his head to where the cream is starting to run just below your naval and licking a wide strip along the stream of white painted on your body. Right away you moan, the heat from his tongue chasing the chill that was seeping into your skin has you shuddering. “I’d have rathered lick at another cream though.” Lapping his tongue up your body and following the trail up your belly, all the while your hands are roaming across his back. It’s hard to stay still under him as you react to his closeness, your muscles shifting in delight at the texture of his tongue, and the way his breath fans out across your tummy. Rubbing your thighs together the slightest amount as you grow wetter the closer his head gets to one of your breasts.
Almost there and your clit throbs and your body tenses.
Laughing when he shoves his face between both of your boobs, covering the sides of his face in the cream before looking up at you. “Wanna taste my cream now?” Wiggling his eyebrows and you aren’t sure where the cream ends and his hair starts.
“You’re so cheesy Dante.”
“No. But I can go get some spray cheese if you’d rather lick that up.” Shuffling and grabbing one of the strawberries to pop in his mouth before dipping his face towards yours. As his lips connect with yours you don’t bother trying to respond to him verbally, instead letting one hand slide up along the muscles of his back and tangling in his hair. Parting your lips and moaning into him as his tongue darts out to lick the inside of your mouth, tasting some of the cream and strawberry juice on him. It isn’t a long kiss as he pulls away and grabs the other strawberry, holding it to your lips and offering it to you.
“I ate two chocolate covered ones earlier. Those two were for you.” Smirking up at him as he rolls his eyes, tossing it in his mouth before reaching for the floor to grab the towel and wipe the cream off his face and one of your tits.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” Going in for another quick kiss making you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours, certain you could feel some of the fluid dripping from his tip smear against your belly. “Now to clean up this remaining mess the way you wanted.” The movement of his tongue is different this time, short quick swipes as he works his way up around to the tip of your nipple. Understanding why he cleaned the other off as he starts to circle his rough thumb against the hard nub, an involuntary roll of your hips as you sigh. The burning in your core grows hotter under his touch.
Another whine as he ignores the tip of the nipple under his mouth, his lips kissing the edge of the skin now instead of lapping at it as if it’s some sort of divine nectar instead of cheap whipped cream from a can. A few more rolls of your hips as you try to edge him on, wanting more from the white haired man however he is having none of it.
“Seems like this was more a treat for you than me.” The hand that had been massaging your other tit is now at your hip keeping you from moving while he leans more of his weight on the arm he has resting beside you as he licks everywhere but the point of your breast. Making low grunts and groans as he laps at your skin, tilting his head to make eye contact, and once he does he sends you a look that you can only describe as sinful.
“Dante, please. No more teasing.” Doing your best to plead with him as your body thrums, you want him and you’ll do anything at this point to get it. “It was just a silly idea.”
“Lucky for you.” Dipping his head and flicking the hard flesh with his tongue at last. “I like silly.” The hand at your hip pushing your underwear to the side and pushing his way inside your tight heat, while at the same time sucking on your tit like it’s the last thing he’s going to do.
Your reaction is immediate as you scream his name, your back arching and pressing your chest more into his mouth as you cum around his tip that’s barely part way inside of you. His fingers circle your clit while keeping the thin fabric that divided your bodies away from your core as he works more of himself into you, trying to drag out your orgasm as long as he can.
Growling as you respond, dragging your fingers down his shoulders and trying to press more of his body down to yours lost in the sensation before you’re panting from the overstimulation. Dante stops the movement of his fingers and lifts his head from your now abused breast, smirking at the indent of his teeth in your supple skin and the bruise forming there. Once you calm down he’ll rip those panties off your hips and fuck you for real. For now, he’s content feeling the tremors of your walls along his length while you recover from your first release of the night.
“Guess I’m not that bad of a boyfriend after all.”
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The first time Merlin and Arthur talk, it's due to a seating chart.
One moment Merlin is sitting with Will and talking about anything that isn't Biology, and the other he's sitting next to the football captain who- if he's being honest with himself - intimidates him just a little bit.
Because Arthur is all blonde hair and blue eyes and arms as thick as Merlin's thighs, and Merlin is just Merlin - some boy in the back of the class who never speaks.
Arthur is surprisingly nice, although a little bit egotistical at times. He's kind, and when he smiles Merlin can see his canines that kind of make him look like an overgrown puppy (Merlin tries not to think about why he's been so focused on Arthur's smile or his teeth because that's a little bit creepy).
They switch seats again once the semester's over, and Merlin figures that that would be the end of that.
Because Arthur is all laughing with friends and doing sports and having girls faint at his feet, and Merlin is just Merlin. Arthur has no real reason to associate with Merlin after this, so Merlin just lifts his bag and sits next to some girl with brown hair as he silently mourns his silly little crush on the football captain.
Only, it doesn't end there.
The second time Merlin and Arthur talk, Merlin is standing in front of his locker.
Merlin is putting away things from his last period when he gets tapped on the shoulder. He expects Gwen or Will, and is ready to complain to them about some random assignment when he is faced with blonde hair and blue eyes instead.
Arthur asks Merlin if he'd like to come to his next football game. Merlin has no idea what's happening, but Arthur is blushing and looking away and running his hands through his hair, and Merlin responds yes before processing anything.
Merlin goes to the game. He has no idea what's happening for the entirety of it, but Arthur smiles at him from the field and Merlin can feel his heart pounding in his ears.
The third time Merlin and Arthur talk, Merlin doesn't quite understand what's going on.
Arthur puts his lunch tray down in front of the seat that is next to Merlin's like he's sat there every day for the past four years. Merlin is a little confused, and wishes that Gwen and Will would stop waggling their eyebrows at him like they're having multiple strokes. When he looks back at the table where Arthur usually sits with his teammates, he can see Gwaine winking at him and making a gesture that should not be made in the school cafeteria.
Merlin is now more than a little bit confused, but he simply eats his soggy slice of pizza and ignores it when Gwen and Will suspiciously has to leave together for some very important business that must be handled together and will take the entirety of the rest of the lunch period.
Arthur is also staring at Merlin weirdly intensely, but Merlin is also staring right back.
Because Arthur is gorgeous and good-looking and built like a Greek god, and you can't really blame Merlin for staring when he's right there.
The next time Merlin and Arthur talk, Merlin is so darn confused he thinks he's losing his mind.
Arthur asks Merlin out for winter formal. Merlin checks behind him for a possible game of truth or dare around the corner, and blinks at Arthur when he doesn't find anything.
When Arthur grows visibly more and more upset at Merlin's silence, Merlin can't stand the kicked puppy expression that he has and straight up asks Arthur if this is a prank. Arthur says no, and Merlin asks why.
Because Arthur is beautiful and handsome and smiles like he's the sun, and Merlin is just Merlin. Arthur could have anyone he'd like in the school, so certainly he would not like the weirdly quiet boy who has holes in his jeans and rips in his sweaters.
Only, he does.
Because Arthur tells Merlin that, to Arthur, Merlin isn't just some boy in the back of the class who never speaks, and he isn't the weirdly quiet boy who has holes in his jeans and rips in his sweaters.
To Arthur, Merlin is the boy whose nose scrunches up adorably when he's focused on a Biology paper. He's the boy that Arthur had been looking at from the other side of the Biology classroom long before they got put together in the seating chart, and the boy that made Arthur's heart drop when he realized that he had no actual reason to talk to anymore after they switched seats.
He's the boy who Arthur is sure that his friends are sick of hearing about. The boy with the sassy remarks that make Arthur wants to kiss him, and the boy who Arthur wants to make smile all the time, whose hands Arthur wants to hold.
Merlin kisses him right there in the hallway, because if he held himself back for one more second he might've actually exploded. Arthur kisses him back.
The next time Merlin and Arthur talk (around half a minute after their kiss), Arthur asks Merlin to be his boyfriend. Merlin says yes, and Arthur smiles so bright that Merlin thinks of the puppy again.
Merlin goes with Arthur to the winter formal, even if the tickets are outrageously expensive. Merlin attends every single one of Arthur's games just to be kissed after them, and as he is laying in bed one day with Arthur's chest pressed up to his back and Arthur's strong arms around his waist, Merlin thinks about writing a thank-you note to his Biology teacher.
And while Arthur is still all blonde hair and blue eyes and arms as thick as Merlin's thighs, and Merlin is still just Merlin, Arthur loves Merlin, and Merlin loves him right back.
#i snuck in a complaint about my school's winter formal entry prices bc who the fuck is paying 75 dollars to dance#ooooooh they're cute#merlin#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#merlin x arthur#arthur x merlin#arthur pendragon#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin/arthur#arthur#oneshot#ficlet#my writing#my posts#merthur modern au#modern au#high school au#modern merthur
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I’ll die with you (part 3)
(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)
Summary: Your rest was short, another attack soon occurs, deadlier than the first one.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7
Warnings: blood, death of character, angst
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
“I swear I’m gonna need to bleach my eyes” you heard Sam say when you went downstairs with Tara, half an hour later
“Come on, we were fully clothed, you didn’t see anything” Tara rolled her eyes and sit at the table
“That’s not the point! Since when are you even doing that? You’re too young to-”
"I mean they're adults so..." Gale started
"Would you mind stop talking about our sex life?" you groaned, cheeks still red
"What do you want us to talk about?"
"I don't know, the weather, whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza..."
"Well that's an easy question" Sam declared, taking a slice of pizza and giving one to everyone
"I suppose we all agree they don't" you girlfriend said
"We do, indeed" Gale confirmed while you nodded
"Uh, no we don't"
A debate started, Sam against the three of you. It almost looked like a normal family dinner, a normal night. You nearly forgot you were the next target of a psycho killer. Until you all jumped when your phone rang.
Probably: Damian Walker.
You never realized you never gave him your phone number. Mindy or Chad probably did.
"It's okay, it's Damian"
"Y/n-" Tara tried to interrupt
But you already took your phone and walked away from the table, picking up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, how are you feeling tonight?"
"Tired and embarrassed, but other than that, pretty good"
"What...?"
"It's a long story" you sighed "Why do you call?"
"Oh, I wanted to know if you were having fun..." the slight sound of an electronic device could be heard "while I was gutting your friends like fishes."
All color vanished from your face.
"W-what...?"
Tara stood up hearing your shaking voice, worried. Whoever called you, they hang up without answering.
"Hello?! Please don't hurt them!" you cried
"Baby wha-"
"He's gonna kill Mindy and Chad we have to go!"
“No no no. We go, you stay here”
“And get attacked again? No thank you” you protested, dialing 911
When you arrived at Mindy and Chad’s not even five minutes later, the door was slightly opened. You could hear fight noises coming from inside. There was still a chance to save them.
You opened the door and rushed inside, baseball bat in hand. The first thing you saw was Ghostface, standing over the twins.
He slowly turned his head to look at you and did his signature blade-cleaning, before running away.
You were tempted to chase after him, but your friends mattered more. When you came closer to them, your heart dropped. There was blood everywhere.
Chad’s shirt was torn apart due to multiple stab. Mindy had her back against a wall, blood coming from her stomach.
Your own wounds burned at the sight, tears coming to your eyes. You couldn’t move, paralyzed.
“Shit…” you heard Sam say next to Chad
You had no idea how much time passed, but at one point Mindy coughed, causing your head to jolt in her direction. She was regaining consciousness!
Be fire you could realize it you were kneeling next to her, applying pressure on her wound.
“You’re gonna be okay, we called an ambulance, they should-”
Suddenly Damian brushed into the room.
“Oh my god-”
“Where the fuck were you?”
“I- I went to the bathroom a-and someone knocked me out… I- I just woke up”
You looked him up and down. Blood was running down his face from his forehead. But he could have done it himself.
“Stay the fuck back” Mindy said when he tried to come closer
"N-no I- I'm not... It's not me I swear... Y/n y-you believe me right...?"
You really wanted to. But last time he didn't have an alibi, and now...
"I'm sorry..."
You could see how broken he was hearing your words. Maybe he wasn't the killer after all. Or he was a good actor, which wasn't to exclude.
You were waiting in the waiting room, Tara sitting on your lap and caressing your hair gently in an attempt to reassure you. You were starting to believe her when the doctors came.
You all got up immediately, heart beating faster than ever.
"Mrs Meeks should be okay, but she needs rest"
"And Chad?" Sam asked
"I'm... sorry. We did our best but... we couldn't save him..."
You had to sit back down, in shock. You never thought that would happen again. You thought losing friends was over. You should've known it would end up this way, with Ghostface's return.
Maybe you were just in denial. Believing if you convinced yourself it wouldn't happen everything would be fine. But nothing was fine.
The 2022 massacre left a indelible mark on you. The current events only reopened the scar you thought had healed.
Maybe if you had stick all together he would still be alive. If you had been all together Ghostface wouldn't have tried anything. If you had left this stupid town when you could...
Maybe it was all your fault after all.
You were the first target, but you survived. No first targets survived before Tara. And you weren't even sure they wanted her dead at that moment.
Maybe the killer wanted to make you suffer before killing you. Maybe it was all part of their plan to let you live. Maybe they were about to destroy everything you had. Maybe-
You felt hands on your face and looked down to see Tara, concern written on her face. She brushed your cheeks with her thumbs softly. It was only then that you realized that you were crying.
That was the moment Lexi chose to arrive, breathing heavily and sweating. She must have run here.
"I- I'm sorry I had piano lesson- I just- I just saw your texts-" she took a deep breath "Mindy- is she going to be okay? And- and Chad?"
You didn't have the strength to tell her. Not now, it was still to fresh. Instead you broke down in your girlfriend's arms. You could swear she was crying too.
A loud noise made you tilt your head up. Lexi had pinned Damian to the wall, gripping him by the collar of his shirt.
"What did you do to them? You were here to why didn't you help?"
"I- I got knocked out...! I already told them...!" he made a circle toward you with his arm "L- Lexi I swear I didn't- I can't breath can you-"
"I don't fucking believe you. That's easy pretending you passed out."
Her grip only grew tighter. Damian's face started to become red. He was struggling against the blonde.
Sam had to force them appart, holding a furious Lexi away from the poor boy trying to catch his breath.
After everyone had calmed down, the police arrived and questioned the group. They didn't seem to believe Damian's alibi either.
"Maybe we should take him into custody for a little while? Just to make sure he's not, you know, the killer?" a deputy asked the sheriff
"We can't do that without evidences, that would be abusing of our power as representants of the law-"
"Do it" all head turned to the boy "T- take me into custody, you'll see it's not me. If it's the only way I can prove my innocence... I'll do it"
"You sure about that son?"
"Y-yeah"
"Okay then... come with me" the deputy said after the sheriff nodded
"The hospital is secure, we have police officers at each floor, you should be safe here. Don't go out, don't stay alone until morning. Understood?"
You weren't totally sure you could believe him. You remembered well how it ended last time. Ghostface always managed to pass past the security, why would that change now?
When the police left, you were allowed to see Mindy. She was devastated. Fortunately, her girlfriend was here for her.
Yours was holding your hand tight, fingers intertwined with yours. She knew it could've been you as much as you knew it could've been her. At the moment, you were so glad she was safe.
But it was just temporary. It always was.
Ghostface knew when to hit you. Not too soon after the previous attack, not too long after. Just as you started to think it would get better -or at least not worse. Just when hope started coming back.
The moment it hurt the most.
"Can you guys stay here for the rest of the night...?"
"Of course, we're not leaving you alone after that..."
Everyone started to move things around to get confortable for the night. You and Tara sat on the floor, on a blanket, in a corner.
You could hear soft snores, your little group falling asleep one after another. You didn't know how they could sleep in that situation. You couldn't.
Every time you closed your eyes, Ghostface appeared before you, ready to kill all your friends one by one.
You watched as Tara was sleeping on your shoulder. She seemed peaceful. You played with her hair, trying you imagine you were in your room, and it was a normal night.
you didn't realize she was awake, caught into your daydream, until she spoke.
"Are you okay...?" she whispered
You jumped a little.
"I... don't know... you?"
"Same... I just- I just hoped it wouldn't happen again... It's stupid but- I thought it would be different..."
"It's not stupid... I would rather say unrealistic... but- that's horrible but... I'm glad it wasn't you... I don't know what I would do if- if you-"
The words got stuck in your throat, tears blurring your vision again. The simple thought of losing her was unbearable.
"Hey..." she whipped your tears off of your face gently "It's not going to happen okay? I'm not dying, not now. I swear"
She kissed you tenderly, trying to whip your worries away, hand still holding yours. You kissed her back, like it was the last time.
Because it might be. We never know.
"Try to rest a little okay...?"
You nodded, resting your head on hers once she got back in her previous position against you.
You tried not to think about what just happened, or how it could get worse. You tried to empty your mind, only leaving one thought there: Tara.
But it was always when you thought the situation wouldn't get worse that it does.
You should have known the worst was yet to come.
And it would come fast.
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so, I read the whole "House Tour (not the house we wanted, but the house we have)", and I loved it so much, and I asked a question after reading it because of the ending, so what was everyone's reaction of toys eating pizza for the first time?
Your First Ever Pizza Night
Synopsis: Angel has to teach the toys how to eat pizza. It's confusing.
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James' eyes were so wide you thought they would pop out of his head. You nervously smiled at him, feeling the eyes of the toys staring at you from inside the house. "Thank you for your work", you tell him, money in hand. "I, uhm, am sorry for how Catnap tried to scare you away".
"I-it's okay!", he shakes his head. "No big deal, don't worry, Angel".
You eye the group from behind. Catnap tilts his head, still not very trusting of the stranger. You figured that would be the tenth human he talks to in more than a decade. "Take care, okay?"
"You too", he takes the money, counts, and then sighs. You also sigh, giving him a pat in the back. "Man, you really scared everyone out there. I thought you had... You know".
"I've been clean for years. I wouldn't do that", you reassure him. "And now I have those guys to look out for".
Your friend chuckles. "Feeling the weight of parenting on your shoulders already?"
"Urgh, don't even let me start talking about it", you smile. "Okay, I'll head inside now. I don't think half of them know what pizza is".
You tell James your goodbyes, watching him leave. You feel guilty for having him deliver so many pizzas to you, but it is what it is, the kids (your kids) must be hungry. You prepare yourself mentally before entering the house, closing the front door:
"So! Who's hungry?"
Dogday adjusts himself in the sofa as most of the mini toys yell "me!", rushing towards you, including the mini huggy that was using him as an oversized pillow. You laugh as they swarm you, and you pick up Driver and Bunzo on your arms. The little green huggy stims her hands, while Bunzo climbs on your shoulders: "Show us what that pizza thing is! Show us!"
"Bunzo, you're going to fall if you keep like this", Long Legs warns him, stretching all the way from the other corner of the living room to shoosh the crowd away. One catbee blows a raspberry at her, annoyed. "Get away from them! They're going to fall if you guys keep on like this!", the same catbee from before repeats the gesture, but now a candy cat and a bron imitate her gesture. "Angel!"
"You heard her", your warn the little ones. "C'mon, guys".
They coo away, and you watch Catnap proudly looking after the mini critters, most of whom didn't swarm you. He really is their big brother, uh...?
"Okay, guys. Are you ready?"
Driver stims again as you enter the kitchen, piles of pizza boxes distributed in the counters. Delight is counting them, muttering numbers under her breath, and stops when she notices you: "We have 26 boxes for 80 of us! They may last up to a week if we are careful".
"... What?", you chuckle. "Delight, no. The Prototype gave me enough money to feed everyone for years to come, we don't need to ration our food. You can eat as much as you want to".
You grab the first box you find. Bunzo tries to climb your head to take a look, and you laugh. "Eat as much as we want to? I'm going to explode, then!"
You bring the box to the living room, knowing well the kids are waiting for you to take the first slice. You show the box to Dogday, currently incapable of leaving the sofa thanks to his surgery stitches still being fresh. He deserves to see the first slice, you figured.
"You seeing this, pup?"
"With my two eyes!", Dogday nods. Catnap has approached you, and, with a smile, you open the box: "Behold: Pizza!"
"OOOO!", Bunzo yells. Huggy, who was following you around like a shadow, claps his hands, surprised. Kissy is still holding Poppy, who copies Huggy's clapping.
"It's been so long since I saw a real pizza!", the doll smiles. "And it smells even better!"
"This one is pepperoni pizza. There's 8 slices in every box - you guys should all take one. Eat as much as you want to!"
You take a piece, offering it to Bunzo, who grabs from your hand and shoves it on his mouth. You try your best not to accidentally drop him or Driver thanks to your chukling as he tries to deal with the cheese hanging out from his mouth. "Is elishious! Wha is disss?"
"You're going to get food on Angel's hair", Long Legs politely lifts Bunzo up from your head, using her arm to hold him. "And that's called... Cheese".
"Elishious!", he jumps.
"Please try not to choke!", you offer the next slice to Dogday. The big puppy's eyes go wide, and he shakes his head.
"Give it to the others, Angel..."
"There's enough for everyone, dummy, now eat" you take another slice, giving it to Long Legs, who stared at Bunzo in horror as he was still trying to deal with the cheese. "Theeere you go".
The pink spider stares at her slice with a strange look. She eyes Bunzo, then Dogday, who was holding his own as if it were a delicate piece of ceramic, then opens her mouth, then closes it.
"You eat pizza like this, Long Legs", you grab a slice of your own, biting it and using your teeth and fingers to free yourself from the cheese. Still chewing, you add: "Use your hands to deal with the cheese, everyone, you guys don't want to put too much into your mouths or you'll end up choking on your own food!"
You offered the next slice to Kissy, who stared at it with sparkling eyes before taking her first bite. Huggy bites his in one go, and Driver takes the last one before Delight appears, giving you a new box, still of pepperoni.
"Thank you", you give her a nod. "C'mon, take a slice! You too, Driver".
The mini wuggy jumps from your shoulder, and Delight gives a slice to her first before taking one herself. She blinks many time. "Ooh... This is very... Interesting...?"
She gives it another bite.
"Lots of different tastes... And it's so warm and soft!"
You sigh, noticing Dogday had given his slice to a catbee. "Pizzas aren't exactly soft, but I guess they look like it, considering what you guys had to eat..."
You offer a slice to Catnap.
The feline lowers his head. "Savior, please feed the others first...", he asks. "They're hungrier than me".
"You and Dogday have a lot to learn, uh?", you shake your head. "Okay, kiddos, you heard your boss. There!", you put the box in the ground, watching as the critters stare at you, hesitant. "One slice for each, don't fight each other for more, we have a lot of boxes. Speaking of which, can someone grab the other box... Oh!"
Delight chuckles, one box in each hand. She's polite in the way she gives it to everyone, despite all her isolation. Huggy, on the other hand, is less careful thanks to his lack of proper coordination, but he manages to feed all the mini huggies with some help from Kissy.
Dogday only eats after he's sure every single other toy is doing so. By that point, you're sitting on the sofa, Poppy using a plate, knife and fork to each her own slice of pizza. Catnap merely stares.
"Oh... Ooooh!", the orange dog mutters. His tail is wagging. "A-Angel, this is incredible!"
"Nah, it's just pizza. You're going to have fancier food as soon as I get more groceries".
"Fancier food? Are... Are you sure?"
"The doctors are going to kill me if I don't give you all the nutritients", Dogday stares. "Not literally! It's just a joke!"
"Ah", he sighs, forcing himself to laugh. "Even fancier food, uh...?"
"More!", Bunzo yells, jumping up and down. "I ate two slices already, but I crave more! I think I'll explode!"
"Please don't explode", you mutter. "It hurts".
The bunny mischievously laughs, running towards the kitchen. You eye Catnap, who eyes you back with a head tilt.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I... Ate yesterday, savior".
You hear a growl coming from his stomach. "Your 'savior' wants you to eat. Go on, you gotta get those calories. No one should starve".
For the first time since the confrontation agains the Prototype, Catnap lowers his ears and fidgets, nervously looking away from you. Around him, the small critters all eat their own slices, some trying to comfort him with a headbonk or by cuddling next to him.
"Catnap", Dogday calls. "You need to set up a good example for... Them", he points to the critters. "They aren't going to eat more if they see you aren't doing so".
"You know well how our rules work, Dogday. They eat first. Me, second".
"And now you are outside PlayCo. and playing by my own rules, kitty", you bite another slice of pizza, before offering the box to Catnap. "Go on, even Dogday and Long Legs are doing so".
"..."
Catnap's stomach once again growls. Using his hand, he takes a single slice out of the remaining three, eating it in one bite. You patiently wait for his reaction.
His eyes become brighter. His tail curls and moves left and right, and his ears go up as well. He stares at you, asking for permission, and you nod. He eats his second one almost immediately, now using both of his hands so he can take more bites and savor the taste more.
You chuckle, grabbing another box next to you and opening it for him and Dogday to share. The two bigger critters have the same sparkle in their eyes, and both go to their next slice almost at the same time.
This... Feels nice. All of this "family" stuff. Seeing them light up and talk about how this ordinary pizza is the best thing in the entire world, how they are eating so much when only at their second slice. It feels nice. They really are acting like normal kids would.
Maybe we can indeed become the parent they need...?
#poppy playtime#poppy worldwide#save everyone au#ask tag#catnap#dogday#mommy long legs#the angel#miss delight#huggy wuggy#kissy missy#ppt poppy#poppy#garca writing
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LUIGI X READER
CHAPTER ONE; dull
When you first started working at Punch Out Pizzeria, you felt energized, excitement, as you'd greet new faces that would walk in to catch a quick slice to eat. But after learning the ropes, getting to know the faces that slowly grew more and more familiar over time, things start to get . . well, boring.
You'd been sick of the tourists, thankfully not many of them come around inside, but when they do, you'd often give a sour face and a little attitude. They were just here to listen to your New York accents half the time, anyway.
Coming home and smelling like an oven full of pizza dough every night wasn't exactly "living the dream", but not every job was perfect, you supposed.
At least you were treated with some respect. You had to admit, you did have it pretty good. No other workers stuck around long enough to bother getting used to liking, and the boss always comped your meals. So honestly, how much could you really complain?
And, you supposed it was a plus to see Mario and Luigi every week. Their new plumbing service ad just started running about every Friday afternoon. It left you with a smile on your face anytime you got to see it play. It may have only been once every two weeks, but it was there.
"Hey, Y/N. Didn't you see the good news?" Luigi bumps your elbow as you flick your eyes over to see him.
You'd been dazing out the window, onto the busy streets of Brooklyn for a moment now, without much realization. The streets were full of construction and speeding cars. Nothing interesting happening, but more interesting than what goes on inside here.
It'd be nice to get the hell out of the pizzeria for a day.
You lift your cheek out of your hand, and raise a tired eyebrow to the younger brother. "Hm?"
Mario gives you a little frown and looks you over once. "You alright?"
You nod, waving them off. "Yeah, sorry, got crappy sleep last night. And I guess I'm just tired of being in here." A little sigh hangs low as you push yourself away from leaning against the counter.
"I can see that." Mario nods along. He understood that feeling more than you knew.
"You're tired of the Pizzeria?" Luigi asks you, a curiosity smitten on his face.
You nod. "Wouldn't you be?"
He shrugs. "Eh, I don't see it."
"Oh, so the failure brothers are back in town."
The three of you turn to see Spike, a tall, average New Yorker. Rivals to the two brothers, you've picked up over a short period of time.
He was sitting in his regular booth, picking apart a pizza. Ordered from you just about every week at the counter.
Honestly, it wasn't surprising, but he tried to hit on you each time he came in. You've been told before you were 'as pretty as a princess'; so why wouldn't this asshole try to make a move?
"Oh great. Spike's here." Luigi drowns out, a little shrug to his shoulders as he turns towards his brother. Mario glares forward at the counter and lets out a hefty huff from his chest. "Yeah. Hey, Spike." You watch as he cringed at the name coming from his mouth.
"Can't believe you let these guys hang out with you. They've done enough to embarrass themselves by leaving me." Spike turns to you with a light laugh.
You raise a brow, adjusting a pout to fit on your face better. "We don't need a reminder. They're actually doing pretty good." You bark up. The male lifts a brow and shoots you a cocky smile.
It was actually something you had very little knowledge about, if you were being completely honest. You really didn't know if they'd been making any good progress with the business yet, but even so, you were gonna stand up for them regardless of anything.
Luigi smiles, digging a hand in his pocket, and holding up his phone in a quick response. "Yeah! We've already gotten a call since we've left you!"
Mario looks to his brother curiously, and you do the same. "We did?"
Spike almost looked impressed, but it was cut short once Luigi spoke up again. "Yeah! From our mother."
Your eyelids dull at the taller brother, and turn to look at Mario who shared the same expression with you.
"Dumbass." Spike scoffs. "Good luck running a business with him." He balled up a used napkin from his booth, and flung it at the taller brother. Mario caught it before it could hit his brother.
"Hey!" With one swift movement, Mario tossed the napkin right back into Spike's face. You watch with little caution from behind the counter. Before things start to escalate, you decide to take a couple steps around to the side of the counter, in case you were needed to break up a fight. You didn't know much you'd do, but your spunky Brooklyn attitude would be enough to get them to stop.
"Say one more thing about my brother, and you'll regret it." Mario glares up in the man's face. Spike obviously took that as some sort of threat - - though, still comical to him, which resulted in him standing up to his full height from the booth.
He was very much taller than Mario, and of course, Luigi, but from what you were seeing, Mario didn't seem to care all that much.
"Oh yeah?" Spike made one movement and reached his hands out to grab the overalls Mario was accompanying. He lifted the short male up to his face, heated.
"Hey! Stop," you step fully around the counter, a tired tone to your voice. It had already been a long day, and the last thing that you wanted to do, was to break up two boys in a scrap.
"C'mon guys, calm down." You step beside Luigi, off on the sidelines of the argument taking place, who eyed you briefly, before turning his wary expression to his older brother.
"Let's get one thing straight, Mario. You're a joke." Spike hisses out, his grip tightening around Mario's straps, which resulted in pulling him closer. "And you always will be."
And with that, he drops the male straight to the floor, who landed with a bit of a thud.
"Yo! What the hell." You glare up at him.
Spike only laughs to himself under his breath before getting a chance to look at you. "You can keep the change, babe." He winks at you, before walking his way out of the pizza shop.
Luigi meets his brother on the ground, giving him a little pat to stand back up again.
"You good?" You ask him, turning your attention back down to the male. Mario wiped his cheek, putting back on the bit of ego he had partially lost, and straightened himself up. "Just fine."
"Are you insane!?" Luigi frowns at his brother, and you do the same. "He's like three times bigger than you!"
"I don't think he really cares," you turn to Luigi and heavily sigh out your frustrations with the roll of your eyes to exaggerate the mood you were now in. "Mario, you don't always have to try and be some hero. At least, not in our restaurant."
He shook his head as if disagreeing with you, and continued to dust himself off. "C'mon, I can't be scared of everything all the time. I had to do something. I'm tired of him."
"Ok— regardless, I don't want you guys getting hurt." You cross your arms over the waist of where your apron was tied. Mario waves you off, taking a seat up at the counter where they once had been enjoying themselves for the evening.
Luigi didn't seem all that convinced, but he sat down again anyway.
"Thanks for the concern, but we'll be just fine." Mario offered a light smile instead of his determination of the hour.
"Yeah, speak for yourself." Luigi added onto that statement.
You walk behind the counter again, shaking your head to rid the thoughts and conversation. One of these days, you could just see something horrible happening. Spike wasn't a bad person, just an asshole. And you didn't really take too kindly to a guy like him treating the people you were close with, like the way he did.
"Hey, so uh, I gotta favor to ask." You lean over the counter and decide to change the subject over to something they'd both be more interested in. The two brothers look at you with curious eyes. "Yeah?"
"I've got a leak in the kitchen sink. Think you guys can come over and fix it for me?" Your gaze shifted between the two of them, but internally, your hope was riding more on Luigi to take the chance to speak up.
You did have a little bit of a thing for the taller brother, and you could sense he liked you, too. He was just too nervous to say anything, and you weren't one to push something if it didn't need to be, so as of right now, things were pretty quiet and subtle between you both.
Mario nods, looking over to his brother. There's a subtle sense of confusion, but he obliged anyway. "Yeah, we can do that for you. Anything for our favorite pizza maker," Mario chuckles, again, catching the look of Luigi, who then smiles back.
"We'll take a look once you get out of work! Sound good to you?" Luigi tilts his head curiously.
You smile and nod. "Yes, thank God." Tossing your head back dramatically catches their attention again, "It's been driving me crazy for weeks." Since you were still on the clock, you take their empty pizza plates and toss them into the bussing pan that was situated behind you at your counter station.
"Well don't worry, we'll fix it right up for ya!" Luigi smiles, it's cheeky, and bright. You always liked that about him.
"Cool, I really appreciate it. I've been too tired to do anything about it." You brush off your hands on the apron around your waist, and lean against the counter once again. It was slow in the restaurant, but not slow enough to lose money. You sort of wished something exciting could happen, just for today.
"No problem," Mario waves.
A ring breaks up the conversation, and you all look to Luigi and his phone. As he picks it up from the counter, you notice his eyes widening a bit at the foreign number that was calling. He answers it, and you watch curiously. "Mario brothers plumbing!"
His expression changes, eyes bright and a smile growing. "Oh yeah! I'm glad you called us! We can be right over there, ma'am!" Once he hangs up the phone in a rush, you got the impression that they had gotten their . . first? gig.
"We got one! Mario," Luigi puts both his hands on the elders shoulders and shakes him around a bit. "We got a call! They need us right now!"
"Really?" His brother laughs a little, astonishment soon taking over the situation at hand. "Well then, we gotta go!"
You laugh, watching as they shuffle to their feet. "Good luck, boys!"
Watching as Luigi stumbles to take out his wallet, you smirk a little as he smack some bills onto the counter. He gives you a soft smile once you notice the money was well over the amount on the bill. "I-I'll see ya later,"
Mario gives his brother a quick nudge with a knowing smile, before jotting a thumb to the exit. "I'll meet you in the car, Lou."
"Good luck." You smile at him. One hand pockets the money into the apron you wore, and you laugh a little. "And, thanks." When your shoulder shrugged, you watched him as he slowly but surely made his way to the door. "Hey, no problem! I gotta go- - just call me— uh, us! I mean us! Just call us when you're ready for us to be there," he shoots you a little finger gun, and you inwardly laugh at his nervousness. Seeing him like this wasn't foreign at all, in fact, it was quite often. But there was still something about him that made it so cute.
"Yeah, yeah, get goin'!"
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Personal Best - first story
After I come home from work, I see you standing in the kitchen in just your tiny briefs, your fat overflowing and wobbling with every step, and all I can say is "Damn." We make out for a few minutes, but then I smack your lardass and send you to go watch TV while I bring in food from the car and start cooking and preparing your erotic feast. An hour later, I call you back in, and I stand behind you, pressing my cock against your plump cheeks, my tongue exploring the folds in your thick neck, and my hands squeezing, jiggling, and smacking your fat hips and love handles. Then I bring a slice of pizza up to your desperately hungry fatboy lips and shake and spank your ass while you eat the slice as quickly and voraciously as possible.
Then once you lick the grease off my fingers until they're clean, I use your spit and mine to rub and sensitize your nips, then bringing three pierogi up to your mouth to gulf down while I play with your smooth, juicy tits.
Then I bring a quarter pound burger dripping with bbq sauce up to your food-addicted face, my other hand massaging, squeezing, and jiggling your greedy, heavy, smooth and furry gut, whispering "Good work, fatboy" in your ear with each swallow, while I'm finally pressing my hard cock against your fat ass passionately enough for it to reach through your lard-filled cakes to graze against your hole.
Then I let you sit down at the table to finish all the pizza, pasta, tacos, sushi, pierogi, burgers, and gyoza dumplings, while my face is buried into your crotch, my mouth desperately trying to reach your buried cock through your mound of a fatpad while my hands explore and tease your hips and thighs.
Once you're done, you say you're too stuffed for any more, I say "No, we both know you have room for dessert." I then scoot your chair back and bend myself over the table, covering my ass with whipped cream and donut holes for you to devour and lick clean.
When you're done with my ass, I turn over and have you eat another three donuts off my hard dick. Then I help my handsome hog waddle over to the bedroom, lay you across the bed with plenty of pillows to support you, letting you have a little break from eating with gentle making out, tender belly rubs, and occasional slow, sweaty strokes on your cock. I tell you "Keep it up, cutiepig, only one more round to go."
Then I ask you to choose five flavors of ice cream for me to go fetch from our freezer stocked with thirty homemade flavors. I tie up your arms to the bedposts and suspend five plastic containers from a frame on the ceiling, each container with a half-inch wide tube coming down that is clasped at the bottom. I melt a quart of each of the five ice cream flavors in the microwave and then pour each of them into their container. I ask "Ready, pig?", with a supportive, yet mischievous grin on my face. You nod yes with an ached groan, your lips and jaw too overworked to produce speech, and your eyes wide with excitement, greed, and a little fear.
I put on your blindfold, give you a kiss on your lips, and you open your mouth automatically, mentally preparing for what's coming. I stick the first tube in your mouth and you instinctively wrap your lips tight around it. I don't have to explain the rules of our ritual we've done every week for the last five years, and twice a week for the last two. You know that if you let any ice cream out of the tube so that it drips onto your chest, I add more ice cream to that flavor's container: one scoop for every lost drop. You usually try your best to not let any fall because it just means even more crammed in your painfully tight gut, but sometimes if you're particularly greedy or particularly enjoying a flavor, you'll intentionally let some drops fall just to be tube-fed more sweet lard-building liquid cream. I say "First, dulce de leche", unclasp the tube, and watch your throat start gulping down the calories fed to you by gravity.
As you enter a trance of gluttony, I get to take advantage of your exhausted, hypnotized start to explore and use your fat however I like, your muscles too burdened with heavy lard to be able to resist. For the first flavor, I only use my hands: rubbing, jiggling, squeezing, massaging, spanking your fat and teasing your nips and cock.
Once I see your first tube empty, I give you another kiss on the lips, more passionately this time, then say "Strawberry cheesecake" while you suck down another quart. For the second flavor, I get to use my mouth, but only lips, no tongue. I spend some time sucking on your nips, kissing the folds between your side tits and love handles, and sucking on your juicy fat pad. Just as I plan to start sucking on the end of your hard cock poking through your lard, I already hear you taking deep breaths after emptying the tube, finishing much sooner than I expected.
With another kiss, this time making out for a minute with tongue, we continue thirdly with mint fudge swirl. Now that I can use my tongue, I spit on your tits to massage them with my hands then go straight to wrapping my lips around your cock to make up for lost time during the last flavor. While your mouth and throat work to consume another quart, I use my mouth and throat to pleasure your pig cock, my saliva mixing with your sweat and precum. I can tell you're starting to get a little too excited, so I slow down and switch to massaging your taint with my tongue, my head trapped between your massive, burgeoning thighs. You start moaning through the swallows, then finally moan out loud, signaling that you've finished the third flavor.
"Fourth, vanilla with cinnamon roll." Now is when the fun can really begin. I lift your giant, heavy belly and place my cock between your fatpad and overhang. I start grinding into this deep fold of fat while kissing and sucking on the sides of your neck. As I slowly push back and forth into you, the whole bed starts to shake as your fat amplifies the momentum of my hips. You feel my low-hanging balls grace the head of your cock while your shaft alternates between being further buried by your lard when your gut bulges forward and being slightly freed as my body presses down your fatpad. As I fuck your fat, the resulting ripples through your crotch lard create the sensation that your cock is fucking your own fat. Before we know it, you're gasping for air again, barely able to squeeze out fatigued, muffled words of "more... more..." between breaths, begging me to fatten you further with the next quart.
"Finally, chocolate chip cookie dough, one of your favorites, handsome pig. Keep up the good work. I had to use a wider tube to allow the chunks of dough to flow through, so get ready for it to come down even faster." I skip the making out so we can return straight to our fat fucking. I thrust harder, deeper, and faster as all of your lard shakes as one enormous, weighty, gelatinous mass. Both of our cocks rubbing against your soft fat, becoming closer and closer to climax. As I watch the last of the ice cream flow down the last tube, I marvel at how quickly you've consumed, yet become slightly disappointed you'll finish before you can time it with your ejaculation, and also that you didn't let a single drop fall from your mouth to get extra scoops. After you inhale that last few inches of ice cream, you moan, your mouth still full, and grunt out, "Get a... hnnh... sixth... *urp*... flavor."
My jaw drops and I'm frozen in shock, my hands at the sides of your head just about to take off your blindfold. You groan and mumble "hu...hurry", and I notice your cock twitches with anticipation. I come to my senses, grab the sides of your head to kiss you, then leap off the bed. As I run to the freezer, I have to keep myself from cumming in sheer awe of your gluttony, and quickly grab a flavor to melt before you cum. I instinctively grab maple blueberry pancakes, knowing it's one of the most calorie-dense flavors I've made, with real buttermilk. I think about your cute, greedy mouth eager to suck down one more quart, staring at the timer counting down with anticipation. Five seconds before it beeps, I dash to the cupboard to grab a bottle of boost to mix in for an extra-fattening finale, then rush back into the bedroom to fill a container and prepare the tube. With one last kiss, I put the tube in your mouth, and say, "Breakfast is served, fatboy. Maple blueberry pancakes, with a little extra surprise."
I wink as you gulp down faster than I've ever seen you consume before, before realizing that you can't even see my face and that I'm wasting precious time to get us both ready to cum together. I put our cocks in position and quickly resume thrusting, trying to fuck you as desperately as you are desperately engorging yourself like never before. In less than three minutes, I see the liquid level start to descend, and I pull out my dirtiest pig talk that I know to turn you on even more.
Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 30 inches left. "Come on, cutie. Show me how much of a doughboy you really are."
Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 27 inches left.
"Keep it up, fatty. Let your gluttony make you heavier, softer, larger, larger, larger."
Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 25 inches.
"Fuck, I can't believe you're going for six whole quarts. You're taking lardass to a whole new level!"
Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 22 inches.
I move my grip from squeezing your love handles to squeezing your tits while I hump.
"I don't think even our disciplined lotion regime will be able to stop stretch marks from forming now."
Thrust, gulp, 20.
"Feel every part of your body expanding, taking up more space: your shoulders, your ankles, your fingers, your cheeks."
Thrust, gulp, 18.
"Feel every part of you becoming more weighed down with the permanent consequences of gluttony: your thighs, your forearms, your back rolls, your succulent, bouncing tits."
I let go of your tits to watch them tremble with our fucking, and you feel them whipping back and forth more vigorously than you've ever felt before. I reach around to grab onto your back rolls, so I can pull myself closer and fuck you deeper.
Thrust, gulp, 16.
"Feel every part of you become softer, more squeezable, more malleable, controllable, and exploitable. Feel your body sink deeper beneath a layer of fat, a prison made from your own plunge into hedonistic bliss."
Thrust, gulp, 14.
"I've never been so proud of my pile of lard."
13.
"Show me how addicted you are. Show me that your destiny is to wake up every day more obese than the day before. I know you want it, pig, but we both know you couldn't stop even if you wanted to."
12.
"By now you would have been done with the quart, but I decided to throw in a bottle of boost to push you even more."
11.
"I did that to remind you that what you want for yourself, I want even more. When you ask for three pizzas, I order four. When you look at cute 6XL shirts online, I buy a 7X. When you said you wanted to reach 350, I said 375."
10.
"Remember that I am in control. You may have started your descent into hoghood, and even set yourself down the path at full-throttle, but now, after you became my fatboy, I sit in the driver's seat."
9.
"You sit in the back of our custom van, with a ramp and handrail so you can waddle yourself up to your sofa-sized seat, before our mini nightly road trip to the first ten drive-thrus you can think of."
8.
I realized you stop, and I can see panic all over your face, even though you still have your blindfold on. Switching to more supportive pig-talk, I say. "You're so close, fatboy! I know you can do it! Think of where you started, how far you've come, and how much further you're going to go!"
7.
Breathing through your nose, you take another swallow while mental images form pof memories of your gaining journey. "Think of when you were young, how your eyes were transfixed on the fat men in your life. How their fat bodies had such different physical interactions with clothes than everyone else. How their heft altered every aspect of their labored movements. How deliberate their breathing was, and how sitting down seemed to bring them such great relief. How talking about food, planning events with food, looking at food, and of course consuming food brought them such unrivaled joy and escape. And how lucky you felt to witness any instance of their softness be uncovered: dense, paler thighs more visible when shorts ride up as they take a seat, a belly revealed hanging over a belt, a meaty and hairy chest on display thanks to barely buttoned shirts in the heat, and best of all, the glorious beach trip or pool day."
6.
Another swallow. "Remember when you would study the before photos in weight loss ads like they were historical art, how the ridiculous eating and fattening scenes in cartoons felt unfairly just outside the limits of reality, and how tabloid articles and paparazzi pictures of celebrity weight gain felt confusingly yet satisfyingly scandalous, perplexed but intrigued why such a body change was undesirable."
5.
Another swallow. "Remember when you would google images of fat men, then found forums and videos of guys intentionally gaining weight. How you browsed these sites anonymously while you realized this was something you could pursue yourself. The first time you ate a huge meal not just out of vague desire, but out of intentional explorations of the limits and results of overstuffing yourself. Your hands on your gut, marveling at it being the roundest it had ever been, yet clearly not enough as you imagined it bigger and bigger. Then you first joined grommr, and a little while later uploaded your first pic and updated your profile."
4.
Another swallow. Your belly - no, your whole body - feels stuffed to its limits, tighter and heavier than you ever thought possible. You take slow, deep, rhythmic breaths, and even sneak in a few inhales through your mouth without gasping We both start to worry this might be the end of the feeding, but I keep talking, just to continue your trip down gaining memory lane. "Remember when you first increased your weight on grommr. When you first felt a shirt be stretched by your newly rounder gut. When you outgrew your first item of clothing, and when you officially started buying clothes a size up. When you first realized a meal that previously stuffed you was barely satisfying now. When you first set your weight goal to 275. When you popped your first button and ripped your first seam. When you finally had an overhang while standing. When you first noticed your chest jiggling while you walk. When you saw love handles in a candid photo for the first time."
"When you got your first stretch mark. The first time you were rejected on Scruff for being too fat. When you endured the consequences of your first summer as a fatboy. The first time your family commented on your weight and eating. The first time you were given extra food at home, and asked if you wanted to take home leftovers from work. The first time you had a 20-lb weight update, then changed your weight goal to 300. When you first felt your fatpad take up some length on your cock while jerking off. The first time your ass knocked something over. The first time you went to three fast food places in a row, and got home and noticed precum in your underwear. The first time you didn't need a jacket on a fairly cool day. The time you realized you had no fancy clothes that fit right before an event. Your first photo with a caption of 'I thought black was slimming.' The first time you saw your reflection and noticed your gut was hanging out entirely accidentally. Your first time being fed."
"The first time a guy called your chest tits. The first time the word pig in casual in conversation turned you on. The first time you ate on all fours. The first time you were eating at the same time as planning food for next week. The first time you didn't fit on an amusement park ride. The first time you finished a whole pizza. Your first 2XL shirt. The first time friends hesitated to invite you to dinner. The first time you took off your shirt at the beach and got stares. The last time you were invited to go hiking. Your last time with a non-encourager hookup. When you reached 295 and removed your weight goal altogether. The first time that you realized you couldn't cum with a guy without being called 'fatboy'."
"The first time you cancelled plans so you could stuff yourself. When you first couldn't see your own cock without a mirror. When you first put on a shirt without caring that it had food stains. The first time a guy motorboated your tits. When you first became 'morbidly obese'. When you first created a snack cabinet next to your bed. When you broke your first chair. When you first felt like your walk had become a waddle. When you first couldn't it make it up a flight of stairs without stopping more than once. When your tits connected with your back rolls. When you started buying furniture exclusively built for heavier weights. When you first met me."
"When I fed you your first 8000 calorie day. When I bought you a 600-lb capacity scale. When I first buried my face between your fat thighs during a video call. When you first noticed your cock was completely buried when soft. When you first tried my ice cream tube feeding, and you managed to drink two quarts." Your stomach growls and you feel a slight sensation of hunger return on the horizon.
"When we first got you a CPAP. When we first saw your tits stay sagged down to touch your love handles even while your arms were raised. When you graduated to three quarts of ice cream. When we retired your last belt, then your last pair of jeans. When you could touch both of your nipples to your mouth at the same time. When we bought you a seat belt extender, and started buying two seats on planes. When I first fucked your fat pad. When you moved up to four quarts. When you realized you couldn't remember the last time you jumped, because it was too excruciating the last time. When I invited over two others feeders so your whole body could be worshipped, used, and abused while you were fed. When you couldn't get your first-ever 2XL shirt over your chest. When your gut first measured five feet around. When you first looked like you were nude from the front in your swim briefs. When you first drank five quarts, and broke 400 pounds the next day."
"Now just imagine how far you're going to go!" I feel you clear your throat with determination as your cock twitches, and I reposition myself for fucking again. "Only three more inches fatboy! I KNOW you can do it!" You take another swallow for the first time in seven minutes, as our hard cocks get closer to cumming from the thoughts of our mutual aspirations for your growth. I pound into you more aggressively than I ever have before, with each thrust painfully reminding you how much you've eaten tonight.
2 inches.
"Remember, eating is sex for you now. Growing is sex for you now. Food leads to fat, fat leads to fucking, and fucking leads to food. You are more than just a pig. Your entire being is lard. You are fat, and fat... is... YOU!"
With another swallow, you have only one inch left. I pull down your blindfold and you witness in disbelief how huge you've grown tonight. Your belly completely eclipses any view of your lower body, yet you're so stuffed that your bouncing tits almost hide your belly. I stand up, bring my throbbing cock to your face and shout, "Eat, fatboy, EAT!" cumming all over your face as you moan and force down your last swallow, and seconds later, you climax in pure, gluttonous, ravenous ecstasy, white cum erupting from your mountain of a fatpad and white melted ice cream dripping down your entire torso.
I collapse next to you, careful not to put any pressure onto your gut, while we lie still, panting in a sweaty, sticky, pile. After you regain control of your breathing, I hear you lick your lips, and I watch your face as you contemplate the taste of maple blueberry semen pancakes ice cream. We both smile and I say, "As always, good work, cutiepig. You continue to blow me away." I give you a kiss and get up to clean myself up, then gently clean you up while you still recover from the exhausting night. As we snuggle up for bed, I tell you, "I think this month you'll break 435." I see you're close to dozing off, so I brush the side of your head and give you one last kiss, not expecting a response. A few minutes later, you sigh, and whisper, "This is the year I break 500." I raise my eyebrows and inhale in shock, then chuckle when I realize you've just set yourself a goal to gain twice as fast as last year.
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Vaguely inspired by the first half of this post
We have absolutely nothing in common," they said.
"He's a metalhead!"
"He's a preppy rich kid!"
"He plays d&d"
"He plays sports"
"He's a total nerd"
"He wears polos, for fuck sake"
Dustin listened to them and rolled his eyes. Ever since he'd learned the real reason Steve and robin didn't date, since Steve had come out as bi and since everyone else finally figured out Eddie was gay, Dustin had been matchmaking again. He'd expected it to be easier, honestly. They were perfect for each other, if they'd only open their eyes and look beneath the surface.
He watched them deny they had anything in common in one breath, then turn around and be the exact same brand of grumpy in the morning, refuse to eat toast unless there's a pool of butter in the middle of the slice, moan about him and the other kids for the same reasons while routinely putting them first, laugh at the same jokes, eat the same junk food, drive with the same road rage and care the same way.
They were meant to be together, and Dustin just needed them to see it.
He whined about it to Robin, who agreed but reminded him of another thing they have in common.
"You know, the harder you try to push them together, the more they're going to deny it."
She was right, of course. Dustin realised now that even if she hadn't been gay, her and Steve would never have worked. Though they looked like they'd be perfect on the surface, she was far too sensible for Steve.
Steve needed to be with someone as dumb as he was, as ignorant to their own feelings.
Steve needed to be with Eddie.
"You ever heard of something called reverse psychology?" He asked Robin.
"I'm not a part of this," she insisted, but Dustin could tell by her smirk that she was on the same page.
Or at least that's what he chose to believe.
"You're right, Steve," Dustin said while Steve was driving him to hellfire. "You and Eddie really don't have anything in common. He never lets me mess with the volume control in his van."
He reached out and turned the radio up, then smiled to himself as Steve struggled between letting Dustin mess with his stereo, or admitting he had something in common with Eddie.
"Steve is definitely your polar opposite, Eddie," Dustin whispered just before the Hellfire session kicked off." He keeps candy in his glove box because he likes to snack on the go. Weirdo."
Eddie subtly moved the box of Milk Duds which were behind his DM screen into his bag on the floor.
"Right, this is what I've been saying! Guy's a weirdo," Eddie bluffed.
Dustin rolled his eyes. Idiots, the pair of them.
He dropped more hints. Steve’s favourite soda, which happened to also be Eddie's. The weird way Eddie eats lasagna (layer by layer, exactly the way Steve's mom used to yell at him for doing when he was little). He even bought them coffee once, handing them each a cup and letting them take a sip before "realising" he'd handed them the "wrong cup". The cups were identical, of course, because they both took their coffees with the same obscene amount of sugar.
That time, Dustin noticed a look pass between them. Progress, at last.
Then he idly mentioned eating pizza for dinner, knowing that it would make them both crave pizza, both go to order from that place on the corner of main street and collect it in person because they both hated the way the delivery that worked on Thursdays sometimes carried the box at a weird angle so the cheese started to slide off.
They'd both order a large pepperoni with extra cheese, and Dustin was sure it would work this time.
Dustin knew it was probably creepy, but he watched from across the street.
Steve got there first. He parked his car, then hopped out onto the street. He locked the door, twirled the keys around his fingers, and put them in his pocket. He whistled a familiar song to himself as he walked to the door of the pizza joint — Belinda Carlisle.
Eddie pulled up two minutes later, like clockwork. He parked his van right next to Steve's. Hopped out, locked up, twirled the keys, whistled — Dio this time, not Belinda Carlisle.
Dustin watched. Surely they'd interact. Surely they'd acknowledge the coincidence, recognise they had this in common, realise Dustin had been right all along.
Steve left the restaurant with the pizza box balanced against his left hip. He took his keys out of his pocket, put the pizza in the passenger seat and walked around to the driver's side. He leaned over, opened the box, and inhaled.
Eddie walked out, carrying his own pizza exactly the same way.
Steve took out a slice and started to eat it, while Eddie put his pizza in the passenger seat.
Steve finished the slice as Eddie got in the driver's side and smelled his pizza.
Steve drove away as Eddie took out a slice of the pizza and started eating it.
Neither of them acknowledged the other. It was like it was choreographed, but they didn't acknowledge each other's presence at all.
Dustin should have known subtlety wouldn't work on them. He was going to have to rethink his strategy again.
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for @remadoramicrofics 10/5 prompt, "Midnight." Nine 100-ish word drabbles. Read below or on AO3 🍻
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The streets are shiny with all-day drizzle and they double the colour of the neons and the traffic lights and and the creature-eyes of cars. Young girls flocking down the avenue like calling birds. The fuzz and whine of a band tuning. And Tonks's eyes are smokey dark—Remus can't tell if she leaned into a mirror to line them with kohl, or simply squeezed them shut and changed them from within—and her lips are like glossy red lacquer. She's smiling, pulling his lapels to make him stumble into her. He's stumbling. He's letting it happen.
2
It's already midnight and he's due at work by four. He's just started, hasn't been paid yet, so Sirius is buying drinks. If she knows, she's been nice enough not to mention it. It's been months of this uncomfortable charity and Remus has been lying awake thinking of what happens when it dries up. The plan is to squirrel some cash into the bag he keeps always-packed out of habit for whenever things fall apart; the reality is, he's never been good at that. There's always some crisis or some hundred small exigencies eating his savings until they're gone.
3
He's thought about telling her. Not just tonight because he needs to get some sleep, but because he entertains a silly fantasy of her dropping by when it's slow, of slipping her an espresso and one of his chelsea buns, and her delighted face: Lupin, you made this? Leaning over the counter, playing with his apron strings. It's idiotic, and it's not how that would go. There'd be questions ( working for muggles? Do you need the money that much? ) and there'd be the tacit admission that this, baking rolls and tweezing biscotti into piles, really is about the best he can do.
4
She mentioned, once, that she worked at Madame Malkins' for four days before being sacked.
Well, she said, cracking a licorice snap, it was partly because I altered the uniform—horrible long frumpy thing. I made it shorter, nipped in the waist. I also made it lime green.
And... the other part?
Told a customer to suck my dick.
She played the line completely straight, which made him laugh so hard he inhaled a mouthful of the crisps she'd brought him, and the two of them had sat chuckling, in the dead of night on a surveillance mission, for an absurdly long time.
5
But when he thought later about the various reasons he'd been sacked—too ill to work, or worse, too ill and showed up anyway, bosses thinking he was dopesick or high, bony arms and knackered clothes making it hard to argue—it left a sour taste in his mouth. He has smiled through rudeness, through undisguised smouldering contempt, to keep a paychecque coming in. Dignity is a luxury.
When they stop for pizza the place is slammed, the slices take an age to reheat, and Tonks rolls her eyes and mutters unbelievable when the kid hands over their greasy paper plates.
6
There was a girl at a bar, long ago when he was twentyoneish and still trying, who pulled at his clothes quite like Tonks is and let him kiss her in the fog of last-orders cigarettes outside. He was drunk, absolutely trollied, and when she yanked back from kissing him to look him in the face he could see that she was too.
You reek of chips, she told him, and hailed a cab.
He'd lost his job at the chippie moping about it in bed all week. Fifteen years later, he still worries that he has that stench on him—not just of shit work, but of desperation. Loneliness.
7
She buys an entire packet of fags to smoke one and throw the rest away.
I'll smoke them all if I don't, she shrugs. Three hours until work. He's sobering up, but she still has this glow about her, luminous and hazy as the bar-lights reflected on the street.
I ought to get you home.
Out of money?
Er—
She presses up against him. Her smoke gets in his eyes. There's no lipstick on the cigarette butt; it must just be her.
I don't want to go home, she says. I'm having fun. I could kick around on the street with you for hours.
8
He almost tells her, then, standing by the rubbish bin on the corner, bass vibrating the pavement, being jostled by hen-nights and lads in packs walking four-and-five-abreast. But tonight has been so lovely he'd like to preserve it under glass, keep it on a shelf, look down into the electric colour of it forever. If he told her, there'd be fumbling explanations, she'd muster herself to seem excited for him, the way she does. Not tonight. Not this one night.
So he bends to kiss her cherry lips instead.
He hates the taste of cigarettes. Still, it's heavenly. She slides her hands under his jacket and around his back.
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Four-sixteen. He flips the switches. Fluorescents buzz like a headache. He's late because he indulged himself to brush his teeth and shave. Buns out to proof, then into the oven. Coffee grinding, that head-clearing smell. Closing shift left the milk out. Down the sink.
Before he flips the OPEN sign, when it's dark outside the windows and the café is just a bright box in a black void, it's easy to imagine: the bun fresh and steaming, her blue fingernails clinking on the little espresso cup. She takes a bite, makes a tiny wordless sound. Closes her eyes, lost in pleasure.
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Happy Halloween II
Content: 1.9k words of the return of dad Levi as the Ackerman family go to a Halloween party with friends.
Warning: One suggestive comment near the end. Only read through once!
Read part one (not required) here's part three
"But, where's my little princess?" Levi frowns.
"Daddy! I'm a cat!" Levis now seven year old daughter, dressed all in black with fake whiskers, jumps at him with false claws.
He feigns fear for her sake, making her laugh.
"Well, alright I guess." It's what she wants. But up until last year she was always a princess and it hurts his heart a little.
"Are you ready?!" She asks wildly, as if she's already had too much candy.
"Just waiting on your mother." He says, stepping out of her way, heading towards your bedroom.
"Love?" He calls out and you hum his name.
He half smiles at seeing you standing in front of the mirror, dressed as a witch, fixing your hat.
You catch his eye in the mirror and whirl around.
"Spooky. Gonna put a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman?" He jokes and moves towards you, arm going around your waist to hold you.
"Would it get you to put these on?" You pull out devil horns and grin at him, hoping.
You and some other friends are taking your kids to an indoor Halloween party at their school. Parents are encouraged to dress up as well, but so far Levi isn't having it.
Levi sighs and shakes his head. "Come on! Please?" You continue before he can say anything.
"We'll take such cute family photos. Just put these on, wear a red shirt, anything!" You won't push your luck with a pitchfork and tail.
"We already are a cute family." He reminds you, taking the horns and pulling out the red shirt from his drawer that you just so happened to come across last week and thought you should get him.
Yes, you have him under a spell, you and your daughter, and he never wants to wake up.
"Yay!" Your daughter claps as she sees daddy is in fact participating, ever so slightly.
You gather some baked goods you made to bring and Levi gets the bag of candy to contribute to the cauldron, and the three of you get in the car to head to the school.
"Are you excited?" You ask the seven year old.
"Yes! Do you think uncle Jean will be there?" She asks of one of her favorite adults.
"Sure, he, Connie and Sasha said they'd be there." You smile when her face lights up at this news.
The trio might not have any kids between them, but they're always helping out at the school with the kids.
"Don't eat too many sweets, kitty." Levi tries to set some boundaries since there will be candy at home from Trick or Treating tomorrow.
"Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes, as if this is an option.
You snort at her reaction and Levi raises an eyebrow.
"When did you get so sarcastic?" He wants to know. He's pretty sure it started sometime this year.
You park the car and head inside the school gym where there's lots of people already.
There's ghosts and princesses and superheros running around. Most of the parents are dressed up too. There's games and contests and music. Something for everyone.
"Ackermans!" Connie, dressed as a theater usher, is helping at the front door and takes the tray from you to put with the rest of the things.
"Hey Levi, where's your pitchfork?" Connie nudges him.
"Don't push it." He says, going to dump the candy into the already overflowing cauldron.
"Hi!" Sasha, in a pizza slice outfit, waves happily at seeing you all. She's passing out the candy and making sure there's no arguing about who gets what.
"Oh, so scary!" She says at seeing one of her favorite little human beings, running at Sasha full speed.
"Be careful!" You shout, barely heard above all the noise. But all is well as Sasha catches her and stays upright, costume and all.
Connies leaves his post for a moment to come admire the black cat outfit as well.
In no time at all three pieces of candy and two baked goods (one for you) are gone, with more treats coming.
"Where's my favorite kid?"
She squeals at the familiar voice who playfully pulls her tail and turns to see Jean, dressed as a caveman.
"Uncle Jean!" She latches on to his leg, making everyone laugh.
"How come he's the favorite?" Connie asks, but it's all in fun.
"Gonna enter in the costume contest? I'm hosting. There's one for adults too." He looks to you in your full witch outfit.
"Yeah! Let's go sign up." You take your daughters hand and with Jean head over to enter your names, knowing full well to leave Levi outta this one.
Connie and Sasha go back to their posts and Levi looks around the room.
He sees Armin and Annie helping host games like ring toss and mini golf, Mikasa helping with crafting spooky characters out of toilet paper rolls, and Eren and Historia leading a scavenger hunt, among many other things.
"Levi! Where's the ladies?" Erwin has come in with his family, making sure to stop and see Levi. "She got you in horns at least, I see." He chuckles as Levi rolls his eyes.
"No doubt a suggestion from you." Levi has no proof, but it's something Erwin would assist with.
He has a matching superhero outfit with his wife and son, who has run right over to mini golf.
The men talk and somehow get roped into helping with musical chairs hosted by Hange, who Levi hadn't even recognized in full makeup.
It seems like it takes forever to get down to one chair but finally someone wins and Levi makes a break for it.
"There you are!" Finally you spot him, you've been looking for a while now.
"Hey. Um, I was helping with games." He points to the section with the chairs.
"Awe, that's so sweet." You reward him with a kiss.
You know events like this can be out of his comfort zone. But he tries for you both.
"Where's our kitten?" Levi notices she's not with you.
"Oh, she met Miche and his son and are playing games. You should see their matching outfits, it's adorable!" You gush over the lumberjack costumes.
Levi pouts a little, because he really could've dressed up more which would have made you happy.
"Don't worry. I adore you as is." You sense it and lean in to kiss him again.
A few more games and snacks and helping out and it's time for the contests. Miche and his son win the matching costumes, and your daughter is voted cutest animal.
"Mommy I won!" She comes up holding the play gold medal to show you.
"So cool!" You jump up and down with her.
"Alright, the individual adults now!" Jean announces from the stage.
Third time is not the charm and you lose out to Erwins wife. A perfectly acceptable alternative that leaves your daughter sad.
"It's alright sweetie. Look, mamas not sad." Levi holds her as you come over.
"What's wrong?" You ask with concern.
"She, she won but…you're pretty too!" She sobs and reaches for you.
"Oh." You chuckle some. "It's alright, really. No reason to be sad!"
Erwins wife see the commotion and comes over to comment on the crying girls and your outfit.
"It should've been a tie! Your mommy is beautiful!" The woman your daughter calls auntie says, helping dry tears.
She's only seven and still has things to figure out. But Levi also wonders if she's tired because it's getting late.
"Let's go play bean bag toss!" Erwins son is there and takes your daughters hand and helps get her back into the action.
If she was tired, that is all gone now as she goes from game to game, especially with Sasha running around with more candy.
"She's a sweet girl who loves her mommy and daddy." Erwin smiles, chalking it all up to the same reasons as Levi.
It is in fact getting later and slowly people say goodbye and others help clean up.
A few games are still being hosted a few more rounds for stragglers, and left over baked goods are being passed out to take home.
"Levi, have you seen the kids?" You had an eye on them just a moment ago and with less people, should spot them easily.
Before any of you jump to conclusions Connie points. "They're in the haystack." He's still helping clean up.
You, Levi and the Smiths wander over and come to a stop, smiling. Well, everyone but Levi.
It seems like the fun was too much and even with the noise your daughter and Erwins son are sleeping soundly together in the pile of hay.
"I don't like this." Levi scowls at the boy holding his daughter, making the rest of you chuckle.
"One day in about twenty years we're going to be in-laws." Erwin smiles happily, going to get his child off the hay.
"Not happening." If looks could kill Levi would have nothing to worry about.
You pinch his side. "Stop that." You push him forward to help Erwin and they get the kids untangled.
"Thanks for a fun night!" You make sure to tell Jean and the other young adults.
As you walk to the car, you're one of the last bunch to leave that isn't still cleaning.
"What do father in-laws call each other?" Erwin continues to dig into the situation.
"Shut up."
"Levi!" You hiss, while Erwins wife tells him to cut it out.
"Daddy don't say that." Your daughter wakes slightly from sleep.
"Sorry, kitten." He says.
You all separate and the kids wave to each other from the cars.
"Did you have fun?" You ask now that she's awake.
"Yes. Sorry for what I did." She's embarrassed about her outburst over the costume contest.
"That's okay. Really. I'm happy to know you're always rooting for me. But it's okay if I don't win." You make sure she knows.
As you file into the house with all the goodies, Levi groans.
"You still going Trick or Treating?" He asks but already knows the answer.
Once you get your daughter to bed you work on getting out of your outfit.
"You still have a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman." Levi stands watching in your room as you're almost undressed.
You look at him over your shoulder with a smile.
"The prettiest witch." He gives a sly half smile.
"Why Mr Ackerman, are you finally enjoying your devils horns?" You ask with a wink and giggle.
Before you can get any further, you hear stirring and your daughter is back awake.
Levi signs and you shrug. Well, that's what it's like with kids.
He goes to see what's up while you put your sleepwear on.
"Daddy. I couldn't sleep." She comes over to him.
"Well, princess, it's late. What's going on? Did we not tuck you in right?" He asks.
She shakes her head and pulls him so he's on her level. "No, I had to tell you. No matter what, I'm always your princess."
She hugs him tightly and Levis heart is full as he hugs her back. You watch from the doorway, feeling so very joyful.
They motion for you and you come join the hug pile. "Thank you." Levi finally says, kissing both of you.
You both have given him everything he's ever wanted. And he'll happily wear whatever costume you pick out for him next year.
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I just went and reread the first chapter, and… they really are a bunch of cliches on the surface huh? Do they all get the high of being dramatic like nightmare? Or is it just for the added zest? (I got rid of my emojis so imagine it’s got the sparkles next to it)
It's a bit of both, really. Nightmare is a terrible role model in this regard.
Killer is dramatic, oftentimes playfully so. He's the one who makes huge dramatic deals about things for no other reason than to be annoying or to goof around (ex. "Y-you ate the last slice of pizza? b-but... that was my favorite slice of pizza. It was everyone's! He was a good, hard-working family man! He had a wife and children! How could you!" complete with absolutely horrible dramatic sobbing until someone throws something at him to get him to stop)
Dust is kind of hot-and-cold, so his isn't intentional when he becomes theatric or chews the scenery. Sometimes he has the clarity to realize that his laughter can verge on the villainous and campy, and he rolls his eyes at himself. He will, however, deliver some pretty cliche lines with terrifying efficacy ("Any last words?" Is terrifying when you're looking down the muzzle of a blaster.)
Axe does delight in yanking someone's chain around and watching them squirm. He thinks it's funny, but once they freak out past a certain point... it stops being funny. Jumpscaring, unnerving, startling, and generally scaring is all well and good, but he gets uncomfortable when the waterworks come out.
Cross leans into a more anti-hero role, and sometimes does it consciously, keeping that rift between him and the others wide open. He doesn't do anything for effect, really, but he does say some pretty cliche things with the straightest face. ("This is your last chance to stand down. You won't like what happens if you don't.") ...This sometimes gets him laughed at once out of the situation (if there is one) and he has started consciously curbing the more tropey things he says
Baggs is about as dramatic as Nightmare is. He's also genre savvy and knows he's seen as the mad scientist stereotype. He leans on it for effect and embraces the ability to be a dramatic card with it. He genuinely has a really, really eerie maniacal cackle he can break out, too. For an actual, in-canon-universe example of this, he intentionally puts on one of those campy hypnosis acts in MTT resort, and hams it up to the nines. tailcoat, tophat, and everything.
As for Nightmare, Ren's inner monologue has absolutely called him out on it several times (with my favorite being them regarding him as a "dramatic lush" when the stars first arrived and had their first dinner, with the twins sitting on opposite ends of the table head, and a glass of red wine in his hand. Really.) and even calls him out on it when they're training. ("Stop antagonizing your brother, please")
Guardian of Negativity? More like Guardian of The Dramatic.
(By the same stroke, Dream is also a dramatic ham, but he doesn't realize it nearly as often as Nightmare does. Ink sometimes points it out to him, much to Dream's chagrin and embarrassment. It does mean that Brother Spats are always entertaining to listen to, though. A couple antiquated words sometimes get thrown around, and it's a race to see who gets the definition first.)
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Ok I just read your easily fluster reader x rise!Leo, and wanted to take it the other way-
What if he's super smooth when the person Leo's flirting with has an embarrassed reaction, but he's trying to flirt with Y/N, who has very little dignity and is very competitive, to the point of outflirting Leo, and making him extremely embarrassed and flustered 😈. And Leo can't find something for them to be embarrassed about! Personal space? Grew up with a bunch of siblings, no such thing. Physical contact? They love it, can't get enough. Seemingly awkward situation? Diffuse it by not acting awkward about it.
Have it be frustrating to him, not be able to get a reaction out of them. Then, one day, he could figure it out- baby pictures. They're embarrassed about their baby pictures and being caught doing something goofy.
Was that too abrupt? Idk, hopefully not, but it there's any part you don't understand, you can totally improvise. Hope you enjoy! ~🌺👸
You! I like how you think, let's do this!
I'm not sure if this aligns with what you wanted or expected but, it's just where creativity took me.
Loved to think that Leo's flirting works better when he barely tries and reader is a bit more open to it, anyways, I present to you:
Leo and his journey to fluster a competitive, unaffected reader
● It all began when Leo decided to start flirting with you…
● "Hey, (y/n)! How's the most beautiful person in the world doing today?" he chimed with a wink, doing some finger guns as his brothers either cheered him on or were awaiting his failure, he couldn't tell, he only heard some giggles
● The pick up line took you off guard for a moment, however, after blinking twice, a grin that mimicked Leo's spread across your lips. "I don't know, how are YOU doing today?"
● Leo opened his eyes wide, his posture shifted, completely taken aback as he didn't expect this outcome at all. He mumbled, tripped over his words "Uh- I uh- That wasn't- I mean- Huh?" and a flush of red got to his cheeks
● "I'll take it you're doing alright!" you giggled and moved past him to catch up with the others before they could snatch the first slice of pizza. And Leo? Well, he finished processing what just happened as he turned around to watch you walk away, oh no, nononono no way he was the one left flustered… Where did that even come from? No no, he had to come up with something to get back at you, he had to, and so came forth the rest of his attempts
● Next time, he tried talking with you as he leaned on a wall, pulling off the classic pose so he could be closer if he wished so. And he did wish so, and he'd slowly lean more trying to close on your personal space but the proximity didn't seem to bother you either. You, in turn, could read him like a book and so you just kept looking at him in the eye, smiling and chatting as usual
● "Hey Leo! Where did ya put the Cheetos?!" Mikey's voice called out, and the second Leo looked away to answer, you took advantage to take him by the shoulders, spin you both around and have him against the wall. With you now being the one "trapping" him
● His brain catches up with the last few seconds after a bit. "Wha- when?" he asks, finding himself once again caught off guard. "It's your turn having somewhere to lean on, Leo, we don't want your back getting all tired, right?" you said innocently with a wink and a smile
● It doesn't even matter if you're shorter than him, he gets flustered from both how you turned tables on him and how close you get. He feels somewhat small when you're the one taking iniciative on this and he doesn't know if he hates it or loves it, it's so conflicting!
● But he blushes more when Mikey comes around thinking he wasn't heard the first time "Leo, where did you- Oh- Oops, sorry! I'll ask Raph if he's seen them" the younger turtle speed walked away as Leo tried to say "It's not like that! Mikey! Don't leave me here!" to no avail
● Leo is sitting on his bed, recounting events from the last weeks… He had tried hugging you from behind all romantic according to him, and you only giggled before hugging him back and initiating a group hug with everyone. Right… you liked physical affection. Okay, then he had invited you to train with him and teach you to use his swords, thinking he could be all suave and be behind you, with his hands over yours as he taught you to properly hold one blade but… you kinda wanted to do it on your own since "I've watched you do it hundreds of times, I'm sure I learnt something already!" or so you said
● Chocolates? Flowers? Received with a sweet thank you and a hug. Cooking for you? Well… you did like microwaved mac and cheese, but alright not his best attempt on wooing. No pick up line he threw at you worked, it was like you were ready with a bat to send them right back at him, nothing, nothing was working! Were you that oblivious? Were you making fun of him? Did you simply not like him that way and this is how you told him to take the L? Goddamnit… What did he have to do? Serenade you? No no, perhaps you'd mistake it as a karaoke session or even serenade him back
● The worst part for him is that YOU were the one landing all the blows, you had fed him a chocolate telling him to go "Ahhh" and GOD, did that make him weak! You were incredibly good with his sword for a beginner, and even with messy clothes and hair after training, to him you looked stunning. You kissed him on the cheek as a thank you for the food… It kinda seemed like all he did while trying to make you fall for him, was setting himself up to fall even harder for you. Even thinking about it again made him blush and sigh loudly as he fell back on the bed, unsure on what to feel
● That's when he heard music in the distance … Wait, music? Wasn't he alone in the lair?
● "SHELLDON?" he sat up again and called for the robot but nobody answered… weird. Leo went around looking for his brothers and father but found the lair empty, however, the music seemed to be coming from the arcade room and so he walked towards it, thinking Donatello had left some machine on or something but- oh-
● There you were, on the DDR, jumping happily on the pad to a loud pop song. He'd never seen you try that game out, he even kind of thought you didn't like it… well, until now
● The music came to an end alongside the score screen, you were a bit bummed that you didn't even make it to top ten but oh well… then you heard clapping. Clapping… you turned your face over your shoulder quickly, startled like a deer in headlights, oh no…
● Leo stopped clapping, with a genuine smile on his face. "That was great, (y/n)! Didn't know you got the moves!" his steps took him closer to the machine. "You know, I thought you didn't like to- (y/n)?". Was he seeing wrong? Was it the neon pink light from the game? Were you… were you blushing??
● "How long were you there?" you asked, sinking to your knees to hug them and hide your burning face, you thought you looked goofy when dancing, that's why you had come in to try the game out only when you thought everyone was out… Mikey didn't mention Leo had stayed, you thought they had all went out…
● "Uh, not long. You okay, though?" Leo kneeled beside you. "Something wrong?" He put a hand on your shoulder to soothe you, did he do something bad?
● "Yes, just, this is so embarassing" he heard your muffled voice say. "What is? Dancing?". You nodded. "You got flustered because I caught you dancing?" his voice got a bit loud and you shushed him, as if anybody else could've heard the conversation. "Yes!"
● Leo, once again, had to blink twice to get stuff to sink it. He laughed but not at you, more like at himself, all his attempts at getting you flustered, all the different plans, and the one thing that made it possible is something he didn't even see coming
● "Sorry". A chuckle. "Sorry, I'm not making fun of you" he said, patting you on the back. "I think you dance very well, you wanna play together?" Leo suggested, standing up
● You looked up to see how he was extending his hand to you, which you accepted and let yourself be pulled up
● You didn't know if it was the light, the silence, the angle or something else, but in that moment, with a calm smile and gentle gaze, with a firm hold on your hand… Leo looked a certain way, a way that made you perhaps stare a bit… a way that maaaaybe made your blush grow and reach your ears
● You decided to just return his smile, turn to the screen and hurry to choose another song. The blush was still present but you associated it with allowing him to watch you dance, yeah, surely it's that and definitely not because of the way he gave you a wink before stretching dramatically to get ready
● "Are you prepared to lose, (y/n)? I'll have you know that I'm great at videogames". You laughed and had a more confident smile this time "I'm gonna kick your butt, Leon! Loser pays the pizza!"
● "Deal!"
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#tmnt 2018#rottmnt headcanons#rottmnt x reader#rise leo#rise leonardo#rise leo x reader#leonardo hamato#Is this an imagine a scenario or hcs I dont know anymore#The bullet points wont let me go#I liked the end I had thought of a different one with a confession but I think this one made it a bit more mmm interesting ?#Its like not there yet but its in the right direction
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My disability aids!
I wanted to make a post full of all my current disability aids! Mobility aids, braces, meds, etc! I am fully making this post just so I can show them all off.
Apologies in advance for any poor photo quality, between the lights in my room and my shaky hands, photos can be iffy.
First up, my canes! The purple with flowers was my first cane, but unfortunately, I am a short bitch with the long EDS arms, so it was too tall for me. (However, I can still use it with heels!) I mainly use the zebra cane, since I don't wear heels as often as I used to.
[ID: A photo of two canes. The purple one is taller and has blue and yellow flowers, and is covered in stickers. It has a lego Sleeping Beauty keychain. The zebra one is shorter and only has a few stickers. The zebra cane has a pink tip and ice tip, and an axolotl keychain. /end ID]
And look, they have keychains!
[ID: A closeup of the two cane handles. The zebra cane has a keychain with a blue axolotl holding a slice of pizza. The purple cane has a keychain of lego princess Aurora in her pink dress. /end ID]
And stickers!!
[ID: A collage of photos of the stickers on the zebra cane. One is of Zuko as a turtleduck. Another is of two ghosts holding hands. The third reads "disabled and sexy" in a multicolor font. The next is of two aliens rejoicing in a UFO. The last reads "you are you, and that's a lovely person to be". /end ID]
[ID: A collage of photos of the stickers on the purple cane. Three stickers are a devil tail, Appa flying, and a pink axolotl in a rainbow heart. The fourth sticker is a frog with the words "be you". Another reads "I'm a book dragon, not a worm" with an open book and a dragon. The next reads "love yourself". The last says "queer". /end ID]
Nothing more punk than a "love yourself" sticker on your mobility aid.
And my zebra cane has a pink tip!!!
[ID: A closeup of the bottom of the zebra cane. The cane has a pink tip and an ice tip that is flipped up and covered. /end ID]
I haven't had the chance to try out the ice tip yet, but I'm glad I at least have it.
This was the first lil guy I ever put on my purple cane. He was a keychain lovingly nicknamed "gay-a-pillar". He broke, though, which was really sad. He was a good caterpillar. May he rest in peace.
[ID: A photo of a rainbow caterpillar with safety eyes. There's a strand of purple yarn poking out from the front of his head. He's curved a little. /end ID]
Speaking of pink, my fabulous Elle Woods glasses! Named Elena in honor of Elle... for some reason. I like the name Elena.
[ID: A photo of bright pink glasses lying on a desk. The frames are light pink. The arms are a darker pink with some silver towards the front. /end ID]
They're so gloriously pink! I'm a far-sighted artist, so I wear them a lot haha. (Yeah, I took them off to take the photo. Oh well.)
And my other glasses, my prescription sunglasses! The sun is a dick to both my autism and chronic migraines, which is why I got these.
[ID: A photo of the prescription sunglasses folded up and lying in an open case. The sunglasses are brown with dark purple lenses. /end ID]
These ones are in a case because I keep them in my bag. I normally only wear these ones outside the house.
Now, braces! There are so many, and I've only named two of them...
[ID: Three photos of different braces and tape. The first photo is of everything piled into a basket. What can be seen is the top of a lotion bottle, a roll of KT tape, the top of a bottle cap, a paper, and a messy pile of braces.
The second photo is of the braces all spread out. There are two ankle braces, a pair of compression gloves, a knee brace, and a wrist brace.
The third photo shows two stacked rolls of KT tape, a large bottle of lotion, and a small bottle of oil. /end ID]
My left ankle brace is named Light, and my right one is named Regular. Yes, it's a tampon joke. Yes, I am twelve years old.
The removal oil is from a trans tape kit I ordered! I don't use the trans tape, but the oil is great at helping get the KT tape off. The lotion is good at soothing the skin on and around my knee, since I always have tape there.
My brace basket really needs to be organized. I'm starting to run out of baskets for everything 😅
Now onto allll my meds. (Almost all. My antacids and lactaid aren't in the picture.) I put little stickers on top of all the bottles so I can see what everything is without taking them all out of my nightstand drawer!
[ID: A photo of several different medication bottles. The bottles are labeled with what they are: C two times, anti pain, D, zinc, bones, anti sneeze, happy pills, and Fe. /end ID]
Happy pills = antidepressants. Feeee = iron. Anti sneeze = claritin. Booones = calcium. Anti pain = painkillers (really should've made that one "anti ouch"). I think I'm hilarious xD
And look at my cute lil pill caddy! There's a loch ness monster sticker on it!!
[ID: Two photos of a multicolor pill caddy. The first photo is of the top of the caddy showing tabs for both AM and PM, Sunday through Saturday. AM is colored yellow and PM is colored blue.
The second photo is of the bottom of the caddy. There's a sticker of a loch ness monster on it. /end ID]
And look at my emotional support water bottle! She has STICKERS!!
[ID: Three photos of a light purple water bottle from different angles. There are stickers all over the water bottle. There's a cat in the bisexual colors, Nimona holding an axe, an astronaut, and a pink axolotl with a heart in the trans colors. A sticker at the bottom reads "emotional support water bottle" in pink and blue lettering. A rainbow sticker with headphones and a record says "uplifting trans". The last sticker says "I run better than the government" and has all sorts of mobility aids around the words. /end ID]
Isn't she great? Her name is Mar. She goes everywhere with me.
And of course, my travel container of meds and sea salt.
[ID: Two photos of a cylindrical pill container and a container of sea salt. The pill container is clear with a purple lid and has several pills inside. /end ID]
And now just some misc things!
My heating pad and rice pack! I mainly use the heating pad on my shoulders and knee, and for bad cramps due to food. My rice pack is what I'll use on my period. It's nice having multiple heat pads.
[ID: A photo of a corded heating pad and a small rice pack. /end ID]
My knee pillows! My very (very) faded square pillow is what I put between my knees when I sleep. Not sure when we'll be able to afford an actual knee pillow, but this one works great for the time being! And the neck pillow is what I sometimes put beneath my knee when I'm chilling on the floor. It's a very prebby pillow. Reminds me of stained glass.
[ID: Two photos of two different pillows. One pillow is a faded dark blue pillow with stars that says "I need my space" in all caps. The other is a well-loved blue and purple neck pillow with white stars and streaks. /end ID]
And a lil tour of what's on my nightstand!
[ID: A photo of a nightstand. Seen on the nightstand is the bottom of a lamp, an aloe bottle, hand sanitizer, an unidentifiable white stick. lotion, deodorant, a bottle of tums, a bottle of painkillers, a shell necklace, a fully intact conch shell, bobby pins a hairtie, a hair clip, a small 3D printed rainbow dick, a small green hedgehog, a gold hummingbird pin, pens, a small plushie of a cat in flannel, a round pink and white cat, a wand, and a Ja'far coaster. Under the bottle of tums is a folded up paper. /end ID]
Stim toys for the 'tism and the anxiety
Pens because I sometimes write little notes on my arm
Food meds because I usually eat in my room (because it's just easier with all my meds and because I'm still recovering from an eating disorder)
Lotion and aloe for itching and the lotion specifically for anything that's sore and achy
Deodorant so I can just quickly put it on without standing up or getting out of bed, or if I forget
Featuring waaay too many bobby pins for my crocheting and the fabulous Ja'far pinup coaster I got at pride last year.
Not pictured in this post: My shower stool, my pink loofah on a stick (so I'm not stretching more than I should), compression socks (named Sockydee and Sockydum), ice packs (for the chronic migraines and my crocheting wrist), my elbow support.
Hopefully soon we'll have forearm crutches, ring splints, and a shoulder support joining the ranks of the aids keeping my silly band connective tissue and my body together.
#i am unabashedly and unashamedly disabled and i could talk about this all day#disability things#cripple punk#actually disabled#my bones are a symphony of bubble wrap and rice krispies#my connective tissue is made of silly bands that don't stay in shape and that go ''snap crackle pop''#we are NOT making my eds tag longer though xD#ehlers danlos syndrome#silly band body
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