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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Imagine being Ruggie sister who somehow got in to night raven as a student and everything progress on and them as a Ramshackle perfect due to them being a kind person like Tanjiro and strong yet but of a nerd liked Deku with a unique magic of growing plants

What's more she a home maker due to them living in the slums ( like meding clothes, cooking, fixing things as she can, using home remedies when sick and help their bother with the kids at home ) with Ruggie and too working hard to get out of there as they wanted to be a doctor

Let's say due to their genuine kindness Leona, Malleus, Idia, Jamal, Carter and Riddle have a unhealthy obsession crush with Ruggie sister who doesn't share the same romantic feeling and only sees them as a friend

Ruggie's Little Sister Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Perfectly built for Ramshackle, you happily take to it despite your brother’s insistence you stay next to him in Savvannaclaw. But you’ve never been one to listen to your big brother and you can definitely handle it. You probably fare better than the original in terms of dealing with Night Raven. Because you know how to sweet up boys with mean attitudes, maybe a little too well:

Leona Kingscholar

“Look herbivore, don’t try to boss me-”

“Who’re you calling herbivore!? I’m talking to you, about this lazy cat behavior!”

“Lazy cat-”

“(Y/n) please–”

“No Ruggie, you baby him far too much! I’m stepping in!”

He at first really hates you

Like really

You do all the things Ruggie does just not for him

In fact you make him do things that make him tired

It’s a pain

But for whatever reason he’s getting especially happy when you praise him

Only for you

He’s violent with anyone who comments on the work you have him doing

Its the only reason he keeps in your good graces and thats enough for him

“I’m proud of you, Leona! Now come I’ve cooked up some fillet mignon and it has your name on it!”

“It better. I’m never doing my own laundry again.”

“Hahaha yes you will.”

Ruggie is nervous about this but appreciates you picking up the slack

It sometimes bothers him how much time his employer starts spending with you

But he’s not too worried Leona understands his desire to protect you

“Huh?! You got him to do that?! What should I expect, you are my little sister.”

“Don’t act like I’m not the cooler one of us two.”

Malleus Draconia

“Ah horn-dude, I was just looking for you.”

“Horn-dude? And you were looking for me?”

“Yeah I was thinking of adding some gardenias, and maybe some vines for decoration. I wanted your opinion since you like coming by here so often.”

“The vines would pertain to a more beautifully abandoned image…but that might just be my preference.”

“Oh thanks so much, Horns!”

His crush is so obvious

Talking about you often to his guards and mentor

And whenever anyone goes to talk to him he finds some odd way to incorporate you into the conversation

Trust me its weird for everyone when he starts talking about you during potions when their dissecting magical creatures

he can’t stop trying to talk to you

But he usually ends up just staring at you from the distance

Waiting until your instincts pick up on his presence

And your forced to invite him to join whatever your doing

“Ah! Horns didn’t see you over there! Do you want in? We’re making paper flowers for the festival want to join?”

“I would love to!”

“What?! Horns?! (Y/n) why are you lettinghimjoin giving him more paper!? I know what I’m doing!”

“Sure you do.”

Ruggie’s scared out of his mind

How did you get mixed up with this overpowered monster

He can’t do too much now without knowing he’s going to die

But if it means saving you from certain doom aka Malleus Draconia it might be worth it

Idia Shroud

“Alright that’s enough!”

“W-what?!”

“No more games before you finish cleaning your room! Ortho and I can help but–”

“Actually (Y/n)-san, I recently pulled up a study that states letting children clean their own rules helps instill better habits when their adults!”

“Ortho!?”

“Oh great idea! Well we’ll be just outside! Come on Ortho let’s plan out our cosplay!”

“Yes!”

“G-guys?!”

He hates that you mother him

But he absolutely loves it when you mother him

He cries about being in the dreaded friendzone kidzone

But boy does he love the way you pat his head or let him cuddle into your chest

He loves the food you make during marathons

Or how you’ll let yourself be distracted by the games you really like

He gets drastic if you spend too long out of his reach

So he sets up cameras+

So he takes any opportunity to speak with you

So he puts others in horrifying accidents

“Heeheh by the time I’m done you’ll be the best girl-gamer in the space. And then it’ll be a given for you to never leave the ultimate guy-gamer!”

“Ewww keep my sister out of your nerd schemes!”

“Eeep! An enemy has appeared!”

Ruggie thinks he’s a nerd with no game

But nonetheless he knows Idia’s smart but not street smart

“Hishishsishi can’t set the trap if you don’t have the button! Hardly even noticed me swiping his gadget.”

Jamil Viper

“I appreciate the help, (Y/n).”

“Of course, you’re always running yourself ragged…I wanted to do something for you.”

“...I really appreciate the lunches you’ve made for me…it’s been a while since I’ve eaten a meal by someone else.” “Well just give me a call I don’t mind cooking for you or lending a hand.”

He’s smitten nbyond comprehension

Now going out of his way to hypnotize anyone else into a corner when it comes to talking to you

Its the least he does out of retaliation

He knows all his flirting and hints go right over your head

But your still cute

Until you do get it he’s pulling the rug out from any and all competitors

“Hey (Y/n), why don’t you join me in the kitchen? Maybe, show me how you made those potato crisps?”

“Sure, Jamil I’d love to!”

“Ah ah! Not without me you’re not!”

Ruggie knows Jamil’s like him but smarter

Sly and sneaky

Powers aside Ruggie’s sure Jamil’s problematic for your safety

“Don’t think for a second, I’ll let you have them! I'm not that fond of snakes!”

Carter Diamond

“Wah~(Y/n) you’re so photogenic! Will you pose for me one more time?”

“Well alright. If it’ll make you happy.”

“It’ll make me more than happy!” He loves how oblivious you are

He absolutely hates it+

But your just so cute

He guesses he can forgive it

And hey while your learning the ropes he’s more than happy to keep you close

“Hey hey don’t forget to keep up our streak!”

“Streak?”

“Yeah we’ve been sharing our photos throughout the day of what we’re doing.”

“Yup! It’s a great way to keep track of her!”

“Ick-!”

Ruggie knows he’s slippery

When it comes to tailing him Cater’s good at giving the slip

“Not on my watch. I’m not giving you the chance, to trick my baby sister.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“That’s entirely unreasonable, I’m not doing that!”

“Grrr (Y/n) these are the rules I thought you would respect that.”

“And I thought you would know to relax!”

He thinks your sweet but totally unreasonable

So he guesses you both have something to learn from each other

You more than him obviously

While he doesn’t think highly of your brother he knows your different

And you belong to him

He’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer

If this is a battle of wills he’d win it

Even if that means subjecting your bad influences to being beheaded

“Riddle! You can't just put that collar on my brother like that!”

“Yeah I’m not even apart of your dorm!”

“Don’t be mad at me for enforcing rules. I know you know the very least of the rules. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise that your brother just doesn’t measure up. Which means you should leave him before he drags you down.”

Ruggie is peeved that such a prick is after his sister

But he’s not worried

He’s definitely not cool enough to keep your attention

Not to mention he’s so easy to anger

It’ll be fun to rile him up

“Hishishishi so mad oh so fast! You’ll barely survive dating them if your this easy.”

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schemmentisbranzino · 5 months

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No bra?

Note: Someone sent me this prompt and I thought it would be a fun one! Shoutout to AvaB96 on AO3 for the idea and I hope I did a decent job.

As per usual, I am a mess and this is not proofread but i had a lot of fun writing it. Let me know if you enjoyed it.

Warnings: Throw up. Let me know if there are any others.

Part 2

It has been a nightmare of a morning for you. You didnt’t have time to pick up coffee on your way to school and you couldn’t even make it to the lounge to make some before the bell rang. It had not even been 11am and Jamal had already thrown up on your already old and stained carpet. After getting the kid cleaned up and arranging for someone at his home to pick him up you barge into the teacher’s lounge during lunch.

“Ava we need new rugs, one of my kids threw up this morning and as much as i tried salvaging there is just so much puke a piece of fabric can take, I had to throw it out” - you said basically imploring Ava to get you a new one

“Does it look like Abbott can afford new rugs, sweetcheeks?” - she says laughing

“Well im pretty sure you can find some room in the budget for one rug Ava, I am not asking for a new computer here” - you state obviously frustrated

“I have been trying to make her buy me a new chair after the kids broke mine and nothing” - Janine intervenes and as per usual everyone ignores her whining

“What you need to sit for? You need to grow” - she says cackling but none of the teachers laugh

“Come on people, you need to be more like Melissa, she aint bothering me for nothing” - Ava says and tries to nudge Melissa before she stops her with a death stare

“I bring the stuff I need myself, I would never expect you to do your job Coleman” - the redhead states

“Come on Melissa, can you give me a little support here?” - you say to Melissa giving her puppy eyes, lately you had started suspecting that the older woman might have a soft spot for you.

It almost worked, but the older teacher would never allow herself to show that she has a weak spot for you in front of her co-workers. One thing is Barbara knowing she has had a thing for you since you first stepped a foot in Abbott but another one is the rest of them being aware of it.

“My support was gonna do about as much as that five‐year‐old bra you've got on right there.” - she said in an attempt to poke fun at you

“Well Melissa not that is any of your business but personally I dont wear bras” - you say calmly and confidently but with a slight expression of amusement in your face

Melissa tries her best to not look down to your breasts but you can tell she is thinking about them when you notice the blush creeping up in her cheeks and the way she dragged her tongue over her bottom lip.

“Oh” - you say with a smirk taken aback by her reaction and trying your best to keep your composure. Everyone else tries to ignore the interaction.

“No bra? Little inappropriate giving the setting, no?” - she says as she starts gathering her stuff to leave without making eye contact.

Melissa sprints out of the room and you are left so confused but amused and excited at the same time. You don’t want to be delusional but the way she reacted to your statement tells you that the teacher you have been pinning for since the year started might be more into you than you had originally thought. Butterflies start swarming in your belly. “Calm down y/n, it might be all in your head” you think to yourself.

“Someone gots the hot for someone else here, not naming any names” - Jacob says as he takes a sip of his iced coffee

“Oh shush” - Barbara tells him giving him a stare that would have left him dead if looks could kill.

You smile to yourself as you leave the teachers lounge. Torturing Melissa might be your new hobby from now on. You never thought you had a chance but now all you want to do is have her constantly thinking about your breasts.

The day is over and coincidentally you and Melissa are in charge of covering the after school program after the teacher in charge of it had to quit. You walk into the room and notice how chilly it is in there.

“Wow, the electricity bill is about to be so high, why is it so cold in here?” - you say rubbing your arms in hopes of warming yourself up.

“You better walk out of here soon, cold air and not wearing a bra is not a good mix” - Melissa says to you while focusing on the papers in front of her, still trying her best to not look at you.

“Oh wouldnt you like to see that” - you say with a smirk as you get even closer to her.

“See what kid? Nipples? we all got em” - she says as she starts turning red again.

“Then why are u blushing Schemmenti?”

“Me? blushing? its just cold, it irritates my skin. You wish kid” - she says mumbling, the panic in her voice very evident. “Here, cover yourself and save us all the embarrassment” - she says as she gives you the sweater she keeps in her classroom for when it gets really cold in there.

“Thank you, Melissa! - Who knew you cared so much about me and my…”

“Stop, just put on the damn thing” - She gives you the softest smile as she sees you put on her sweater, its almost as if she likes you.

“Thanks” - You softly said as you kiss her cheek, she freezes and you can feel her body rigid under you

In that moment all the after school kids run inside and you two dont talk again for the rest of the day.

The next day is better than the one you had yesterday. You got to admit that the fact that Melissa might have the slightest interest in you have filled your body with enough serotonin to keep you happy throughout the day.

On the other hand, Melissa is not having such a great time. The thoughts of her coworker going braless around the school do not leave her mind. She tried to focus on her classes, but found her attention repeatedly drifting away to thoughts of you. Ever since you told her that it had been hard for her to stop imagining how your smooth, braless skin would feel in her hands. She tried grading some of her students homework, but it was impossible to ignore the way her skin felt hot and tingly at the thought of you.

It’s now lunchtime and you make your way into the teacher’s lounge. You realize that no one is there but Melissa. This takes you as a surprise but you say nothing as you make your way to the fridge to get your food and heat it up.

“Oh if it isn’t miss free the nipple” - Melissa says as she turns to you, finally facing you for the first time since she found out about your no bra situation.

“Looking for an HR meeting Schemmenti” - you jokingly threatened her.

“Didn’t peg you for a snitch hon” - she tells you without breaking eye contact, its almost as you she wanted to you to continue the banter.

“Well you are the one so concerned about my bra wearing status, thats not something you need to be thinking about your cowoker, is it?” - You say putting your lunch down and taking a step closer to her, you are merely inches apart and you can see her breath quicken as you push her against the counter.

"Well, you don't often see coworkers getting this close, do ya?” Melissa stepped closer to your face and raised an eyebrow, as if challenging you in a playful way. The closeness felt intimate and exciting, making your heart beat faster and your mind start to wonder where this would lead.

“Well, you are the one out here thinking about my tits” - you say as you get even closer to her face, you can feel her breath on your lips and you want to give in so badly but this is just way to fun.

"mmm I guess I can't deny that I've been thinking about them." Melissa smiled and stepped even closer to your face, her warm breath on your lips. The tension was electric and the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. You felt your knees weakening as you wondered if Melissa was as tempted as you were, but the thought of just giving in was tempting enough.

With all your willpower, you managed to reply, "I know, its just a little hard not to, isn’t it?"

“I bet you are imagining what they look like, what they feel like, do you wanna touch them, Mel?” - she slightly opens her mouth, unsure of what to say or what to do next, you are challenging her and she likes it.

Next thing she knows you grab her hand and as soon as you are about to put it under your shirt everyone else rushes in… Melissa sighs and curses under her breath, very annoyed at the interruption.

“Sorry we were having lunch outside but it started to rain and…” - Janine goes on rambling and everyone ignores her.

You resume heating up your food, trying to ignore the sensations of Melissa's gaze on your body, but it's almost impossible not to be distracted by her. As she continues to scan you up and down, not paying attention to Barb's words, you feel a tingle of excitement run through you. Even though you're in the break room at work, it almost feels like you're in your own intimate space with Melissa, away from the distractions of daily life. You find yourself imagining what it would be like to truly be alone with her, free to explore each other's bodies. This is good, this is exciting, this is so exactly what you wanted.

Before leaving to go eat in your classroom in peace, you go up to the redhead, lean in her ear and softly whisper: “Pick me up at 7. I'll promise not to wear a bra." The words rolled off your tongue as you imagined the effect they would have on her, sending her imagination into overdrive as she imagined the possibilities of our date. You smirked as you backed away, knowing that you had just planted a seed in Melissa's mind that she would spend all day thinking about.

You guess you now will have to get used to not wearing a bra.

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therealcocoshady · 2 months

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Recovery - Chapter 20

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Y/N gets back home from the hospital and Em comes for a sleepover.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT (P in V, foreplay)

Y/N’s POV

The whole incident had brought you and Marshall a lot closer than you already were. You took it to heart, when he said he was missing you, when you were talking in the studio that fateful night before you were assaulted. You had been so focused on your relationship with Josh, so eager to get Marshall out of your head (or rather, your heart), that you had probably neglected your friendship a little bit. Still, he had been absolutely amazing to you while you were in the hospital, basically acting like your personal guard-dog, pillow, assistant and dream catcher. It got to a point where it was annoying for other people. Josh didn’t complain about it, he never would, but he did make a few comments about Marshall “always being around”. Talia and Jamal even joked about Marshall moving in, because he would never leave you alone. You could tell that Talia was a bit pissed off. You knew she loved him, but she also wanted to care for you. So when you got out of the hospital, they were basically bickering at each other, fighting over who would get “custody” of you. Marshall offered for you to stay at his place and hang out, while Talia seemed to strongly disagree.

You’ve been with her nonstop for five days, Em, you’re not her only friend, you know ? She said as she rolled her eyes.

I know. I’m just saying she can chill at the house if she wants, he shrugged.

We have a house too, she said. She can chill there.

Or maybe she wants to enjoy the movie room or the pool, he replied.

Or maybe she wants her room, Talia insisted.

Or maybe she wants y’all to stop fighting like divorced parents ? Jamal chimed in.

You couldn’t help but giggle. You had been cleared by the doctor and were ready to leave the hospital. You’d been ready for about an hour and couldn’t wait to get out of that dreadful place but they wouldn’t stop arguing over small details, like who would drive you home. You didn’t tell them, but on top of that, you had Josh blowing up your phone, asking when he would actually get to see you. You were actually touched by all of this attention : not everyone had this many people they could count on. As annoying as it could get - because you just wanted to leave - it was a blessing.

We could just leave them here and grab food somewhere, you suggested to Jamal.

I like that, he said as he grabbed your bag.

I want to eat too, Talia said.

Me too, Marshall added.

Look who’s suddenly on the same page, Jamal grinned. So, what do you want to eat ?

Of course, that was enough for the bickering to start again. You offered to cook dinner, but obviously, none of your friends would let you lift a finger, even though you had basically spent five days sleeping and were more energized than ever. Thankfully, everyone ended up agreeing on the food, and you managed to display some excellent diplomatic skills when it came to organizing your schedule. You sent Marshall home after dinner so that he could actually get some rest and a full night of sleep and had a movie night with your roommates. As for Josh, you made plans to see him in a few days. Initially, you wanted to invite him to dinner on the night you got home, but your friends made a valid point that it would be wiser to wait for a few days, so that your first night home would be more chill. After the movie, you and Talia went to your room to do some pampering and she could not refrain from grilling you about “Em”.

So… First night without cerberus in a while, huh ? She playfully asked.

I guess, you giggled. He wasn’t that bad, though.

Oh he definitely was, she chuckled. You should have seen him when you were asleep. He was standing there like some sort of bouncer, making sure not too many people were in the room. And then, when it got too loud, he turned into a cranky old librarian like “Shhhhh”.

She imitated him, with his serious demeanor and frown. You couldn’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

It’s sweet, you said softly - you couldn’t help defending him.

He’s too much, she said. I swear, he is the most dramatic person I have ever met.

It’s part of the charm, I guess, you shrugged.

Oh, really… “Charm” ? She grinned. I thought we already had a prince charming…

You know what I mean, you said with a frown.

Actually, I don’t, she said. I mean, you’re wearing his clothes all the time, he spent five days in the hospital with you, you guys are always hanging out… I’m telling you : I wouldn’t enjoy being your boyfriend if I had to deal with Em being all over you.

I know, you sighed.

Especially when you enjoy it so much, she added.

You looked at her but said nothing. Had anyone else made that comment, you would have lied, but it was Talia, so there was no use.

I knew it !!! She almost screamed.

Yeah well, you can know it but not shout it, ok ? You said.

You like Em !!!

I do, you groaned. But believe me, it’s not fun.

Oh, boo-hoo, “my crush is all over me and it’s hard”, she giggled. Yeah, must suck to be you, Y/N. Especially when the crush in question is the wet dream of millions of people across the world. Remind me again, why are you bothering with Josh ?

You ended up explaining the whole story to her : how you had a chance with Marshall, that was ruined by the argument, how you had planned on confessing your feelings for him in NYC but didn’t because he ended up dating Nicole and how you ended up dating Josh.

Here’s the thing, you said : I love Marshall, but he doesn’t love me back. And I like Josh too, you know ? Like, actually like him. I want to give this relationship a chance, because he is so great.

I feel you, she said in a voice full of compassion. You deserve to be happy. Em is a fucking dumbass in my opinion…

He’s not. He doesn’t like me like this, it’s ok. He’s still my best friend.

Yeah, but I don’t understand, though. For someone who doesn’t like you like this, he is all over you. That doesn’t make sense, you know ? She said. Anyway, if Josh makes you happy, that’s what matters, right ?

He’s just nice, you replied. And Josh does make me happy. I can’t wait for you to meet him.

I can’t wait either, she said. But he’s no Em.

Promise me you’ll still be nice to him ?

Of course, she said.

A MONTH LATER

You had finally introduced Josh to Talia and Jamal and they seemed to like him. The four of you would go on double dates, even some triple dates with Hailie and Evan. You had lots of fun and it felt really nice to have your closest friends supporting your relationship. Talia’s birthday was coming up in a few days and she even invited him. Josh was being as amazing as ever, and you wished you could say everything was perfect but it wasn’t. You’d been together for more than three months at this point and you still hadn’t been able to seal the deal. You’d had plenty of opportunity and slept together a bunch of times but that was all it was : sleeping. Not that you didn’t want to do the deed, on the contrary, you were both up for it, but the attack had left its mark, so every time he tried to do more than kiss you or hold your hand, you ended up being triggered. He said he was fine with it but, obviously, you could tell he was a bit disappointed. At that point, you were a triggered, yet horny mess, which put you in quite a mood. You weren’t even sure you’d be able to have sex ever again. Thankfully, you also spent a lot of time with your friends, which helped you get your mind off things. You were either hanging out with Jamal and/or Talia, at the studio or with Marshall.

That night was your first night sleeping alone in a month. Ever since you got home, you were prone to nightmares. The doctors at the hospital had offered to give you some medication for anxiety and even some sleeping pills, but given your past, you refused to pick up the prescription. You’d been sober for a while now, which was great, but you still didn’t trust yourself. So your friends, being as amazing as they were, took turns having sleepovers in your room. The most frequent guests were either Talia or Josh, but sometimes, Marshall would come over too. It was the middle of the night and you were waking up from yet another nightmare and, normally, you would have someone by your side, but you had decided to try sleeping alone for the first time, since Talia and Jamal had a romantic weekend getaway planned and were spending a night in a hotel, and you weren’t too sure about wanting Josh coming over. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy his company or that he wouldn’t happily cuddle with you, but you felt like he might get his hopes up about finally having sex and you didn’t want to let him down yet again. You tried to pace yourself by using some breathing exercises, but to no avail. It was as if you could feel the attacker’s breath down your neck. Plus, it was a windy night and every noise from the outside was startling you. So much for putting on your big girl’s pants. You decided to call Marshall.

Hey honey, you heard his sleepy voice say. What’s up ?

Am I bothering you ? You asked in a little voice.

Never, he said softly. What’s up ?

I’m scared, you said on the verge of tears. I’m alone in the house and I feel like… He’s watching me or something.

Oh. Isn’t Josh sleeping over ? He asked.

Not tonight…, you said sheepishly.

Want me to come over ?

Do you mind ? You asked.

You know I don’t, he said. Movie night ?

Sure.

Great. Be there in 30, ok ?

When he arrived, he gave you the biggest hug and you put on some random, crappy movie. You were both laying on your bed, watching the movie on your computer. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder and was mindlessly playing with your hair. His presence was soothing, and his hilarious comments were keeping you distracted. At some point, a steamy sex scene came on, and it made you feel a bit awkward. It didn’t help that it reminded you of all the action you were definitely not getting. Marshall picked on it right away.

Are you blushing ?! He asked with a grin.

What ? No I’m not…, you replied awkwardly.

You’re so red. You’re blushing.

Shut up, please, you whispered.

Come on, it’s a movie, he chuckled.

It’s just… It’s so awkward, you know ? I hate love scenes in movies, you said.

Oh, believe me, actors usually hate filming them, he said. More awkward to film than to watch.

Have you ever filmed one of those for a music video ? You asked.

Sort of, he said. But the worst was the scene in 8 Mile. Didn’t take long, but I definitely didn’t have much fun.

Oh right, you said. I sort of forgot that you were in a movie.

What ?! You haven’t seen my movie ?! He asked in a fake offended voice.

I haven’t, you giggled. What’s it about ?

He proceeded to describe the movie for you, explaining the plot. You thought it was absolutely crazy that you were friends with someone who had a movie based on his life. Once again, it reminded you of the big deal that he was.

Can we watch it ? You asked. That sounds like something I’d enjoy.

Sure, he chuckled. Haven't seen that in a while.

You changed the movie and put on 8 Mile. It was both weird and fun to see Marshall twenty years ago.

God, you’re hot, you said before you could catch yourself.

He looked at you with a smirk.

Why thank you, he said with a smile.

No, I meant before, you said. I mean, in the movie… Uh, you look good in that.

Better than now ? He asked with a grin.

No, you said.

So I’m even hotter now ?

Yeah. I mean no, I-I…, you began to say as you felt your cheeks burning.

Relax, I’m just fucking with you, he giggled. God, you’re blushing so hard it’s hilarious.

You focused your intention on the movie and tried to ignore him. The movie was good and you enjoyed it. Marshall definitely had great acting skills. At some point, the love scene with Brittany Murphy came on and you found yourself biting your lip. It was just a movie scene, for sure, but it was a steamy one and you were lucky enough to know that Marshall was actually good in bed (or on a couch, or in a car…). In fact, he was the best you ever had. And the last. This thought had you hot and bothered, and equally frustrated.

Like what you see ? He teasingly whispered in your ear.

God, shut up, you groaned as you blushed. His voice in your ear wasn’t helping you.

Not a chance, he giggled.

It’s not funny, Marshall…

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. It was an innocent peck, as there had been thousands before, but it definitely made matters worse. And obviously, you had no poker face, so he picked on it right away.

Don’t tell me you’re horny, he chortled.

Don’t you ever shut up ?

What ? Isn’t the lobster up to the challenge ? He grinned.

Well, I guess we’ll never know, you groaned.

He looked at you in confusion and pressed pause. His eyebrows were furrowed.

What’s wrong ? He asked.

Nothing, you said. It’s just… Nevermind. Let’s watch the movie, ok ?

You can tell me anything, honey, he said softly. What’s up with Josh ? I thought he was great.

I can’t put out, you blurted out. So, yeah, he’s great, but he’s probably going to end up leaving me and I’m going to grow my hymen back and die a virgin.

He couldn’t refrain from chuckling and you shot him a death glare.

Sorry, he said as he caught himself. It’s not what you’re saying. It’s the way you’re saying it. I feel for you, though.

You do ? You asked with a pout.

Well, I mostly feel for him, but yeah…

He’s not the one panicking every time someone tries to touch him, you groaned. But yeah, whatever, let’s feel for Josh, I guess.

No, he chuckled. What I mean is that having you as a girlfriend and not getting any action must be really hard. Pun intended.

He managed to make you chuckle. He always had the silliest jokes.

Come on, you horndog, let’s watch the end of the movie, he said as he shook his head, trying not to laugh.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him and you went back to watching the movie.

Is that alright ? He asked with a smirk. Or am I too hot for you ?

Fuck you, Marshall, you whined.

Well, yeah, you wish, he chuckled. Just kidding, I’ll stop.

Thankfully, the movie was good and you managed to focus on it. Soon after the movie ended, you fell asleep.

MARSHALL’S POV

Showing 8 Mile to Y/N was pretty interesting. Marshall got to watch her reactions and it was a fun sight, especially when it came to the sex scene. He couldn’t help but notice her blushing and biting her lip and, obviously, he wasn’t going to miss that great of an opportunity to make fun of her. He didn’t mean to be an asshole, but learning she hadn’t actually slept with Josh made his day. Not that he didn’t want her to be fulfilled - he did - but the fucker didn’t deserve her anyway. He knew he shouldn’t rejoice in another man’s sexual misery, and karma made sure to remind him. As Y/N fell asleep, he kept on tossing and turning. For one, he wasn’t really tired anymore - somehow, being woken up at 2AM fucks up your sleep schedule. Secondly, seeing her all hot and bothered had him all hot and bothered. He could make fun of her all he wanted, but he hadn’t had any action in a while either. He probably would have if he hadn’t blown it up with Nicole, though.

Y/N encouraged him to patch things up with her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After realizing his feelings for Y/N were far too strong, dating Nicole seemed stupid. Years ago, he definitely would have used her to get over his feelings, but that wasn’t exactly the man he wanted to be. So he did the “right” thing to do : he sent flowers and apologized for lacking empathy being an ass, but decided not to see her anymore. Thankfully, none of his friends knew he was dating, so he didn’t have to explain his change of heart to anybody except Y/N. She didn’t understand at first but she ended up leaving him alone on the matter.

He took a look at her as he tried to fall asleep. She was really cute and the sight brought a smile to his face. She seemed to sleep peacefully - at least for now - and he hoped she wouldn’t have any nightmares. He kissed the top of her head and cuddled with her before closing his eyes. He almost went to sleep when he heard her moan. Not an unusual sound since she kept on having these awful dreams. He almost woke her up when he heard something unexpected : his name.

Marshall…, she moaned. Harder.

Was she having a dream… about him ? He was about to shake it off when she moaned again. He had absolutely no clue as to what he was supposed to do. Leave ? Wake her up ? He thought about letting her enjoy her dream but as her moans got deeper, he felt as if he was about to go crazy. To make matters worse, she was squirming. She always moved when she slept but now, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Honey, wake up, he whispered as he gently shook her arm and turned on the little lamp on the nightstand.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, flustered. She sat up and he could see her nipples poking through her tee-shirt. This woman was going to be the death of him and he knew it.

Are you alright ? She asked in a small voice.

Are you ? He asked as he couldn’t keep himself from smirking.

At that point, it was second nature to him. He had to tease her about it. Anyone would do the same if they were laying in bed with a beautiful woman having a wet dream about them, right ? She looked at him and he could tell that she knew he heard her. She said absolutely nothing, though.

So… sweet dreams ? He chuckled.

She was biting her lip, looking away. She looked incredibly hot and it took everything he had not to jump on her this minute. Plus, he didn’t want to trigger her, obviously. Not to lie, he was having a huge fucking ego boost, knowing it was him who had her in this state. Not Josh. Not anyone else. Him. As seconds went by, the silence was starting to become heavy. They were both horny, it was painfully obvious. She was looking down, obviously uncomfortable.

Look at me, he said softly, coaxing her chin in his direction.

Her beautiful eyes seemed lost in a haze. Her pupils were dilated and her chest was heaving. She seemed to be in some state.

What did you dream about ? He asked.

Y-You, she whispered in a husky voice.

I didn’t ask who, I asked what, he said softly, his hand still on her cheek. Care to describe ?

She opened her mouth but no sound came out. He chuckled softly, amazed at the effect he was having on her. He could definitely get high on this feeling. He grazed her bottom lip with his thumb. It was swollen from the biting. All he wanted was to kiss her. He brought his face slightly closer to her. They were staring into each other’s eyes. He traced her features with his fingers : her cheekbones, her jaw, the curve of her neck…

Marshall, she whispered.

Tell me to stop, he said.

But she didn’t. Instead, she brought her hand to his face and cupped his cheek. It was soft, intimate and unexpectedly sexy. Her breathing was heavy and so was his. He couldn’t resist her anymore. He captured her lips in a soft kiss. His heart was pounding. For a quarter of a second, he feared that she would push him away, slap him or run away from him. But she kissed him back. Thank God. Their kisses were delicate and soft, but they could both feel the passion brewing in each other. He gently bit her lip, causing her to moan.

Tell me about your dream, baby, he said in a husky voice. Describe it for me.

Y-You were…behind me and… I was in your arms, she said. Spooning.

Her voice was breathy and her eyes were closed. He kissed her gently and grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers.

What else ? He asked.

You were hum… kissing my neck… and biting it, she whispered.

I know how much you love neck kisses baby, he whispered in her ear. Can I kiss your neck ?

Yes, she muttered, almost pleading.

He smiled and gently got her hair out of the way before planting soft kisses on her neck, in that soft spot he knew she had. This caused her to whimper, much to his satisfaction. She ran her fingers through his hair, maintaining his head where it was. He chuckled and gently bit her neck.

Tell me more about your dream, honey, he commanded.

You were pounding in me, she said hoarsely.

Was it good ? He asked.

So good.

He kissed her neck again. He was dying to make her his, but he didn’t want to rush her. He just wanted her to enjoy the moment. He could tell she needed some release.

How about you show me how good it was, baby ? He suggested.

W-What ? She asked shyly.

Touch yourself for me, honey, he said before kissing her shoulder.

He knew he probably shouldn’t ask her to do that. But in this instant he absolutely didn’t care. He was burning for her and he could feel her desire. They were looking at each other, as if they were high. She nodded and began running her hands on her body, on top of her clothes. She was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the sensations. One of her hands went to her breasts, stroking and pinching her nipples, while the other rubbed her thigh. Apparently, it was enough for her breathing to accelerate. This was the sexiest thing he had thing in a while. He was so hard it was almost painful. This view was both a blessing and a curse. He needed to touch her. He gently cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch while she kept on touching herself, her hand going from her thigh to her pussy.

I want to hold you, he said softly. Can I ?

She nodded softly, her eyes still closed. He settled behind her. He took her in his arms while she rested between his legs, still busy with herself. Her head was resting on his shoulder as he traced the features of her angel face. Eventually,her hands got underneath her clothes.

You can just take them off, baby, he whispered.

Once again, she said nothing. Only sweet moans were escaping her lips. However, she seemed to agree, as she removed her tee-shirt and her shorts. She spread her legs a little and rubbed her clit, which made her whine. He kissed her temple while his fingers were gently tracing circles on her shoulder. Her moans got louder when she inserted a finger inside her pussy. He knew she was soaking wet and it was making him ever hornier. He knew how good it felt to be inside of her.

Does it feel good, baby ? He asked in her ear.

Yes, she moaned before inserting a second finger.

He spilled kisses in her neck while she fingered herself, determined to see how loud he could make her moan.

Come for me, babygirl, he whispered.

I can’t, she replied in a croaky voice.

Do you want me to help you ? He asked softly.

She stopped what she was doing and turned to him and looked at him in anticipation. She looked shy. He placed a tender kiss on her lips and stroked her cheek.

I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, baby, I promise, he said.

Ok, she whispered.

Ok what ? He asked in order to make sure he wasn’t misunderstanding anything.

You can… help me.

He kissed her again. He felt so proud that she trusted him enough. All he wanted was for her to feel safe. He grabbed her hand and gently sucked her fingers, enjoying her taste. He removed his tee-shirt so that he could feel her skin against his.

Come here, he said as he put her in a spoon position. Take my hand and show me what you want, baby.

They were comfortably laying in bed, cuddling while he kissed her neck. She grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. He could feel her heart pounding. He gently pinched her nipple, causing her to moan and arch her back against him, no doubt feeling how hard he was through his sweatpants. He did it again, a bit harder, while he bit her neck. She started grinding her ass against him, still in the spoon position, driving him crazy with each one of her hip movements. He gently put his hand on her hip, stopping her.

Hold on, babygirl, he chuckled. You’re driving me crazy here. Let’s focus on you for a bit, alright ?

It was true : he wanted to focus his attention on her. She chuckled softly and grabbed his hand again. They interlaced their fingers.

Can you… touch me ? She whispered.

Anything you want, honey, he replied with a smile.

He gently cupped her sex, feeling how wet she was. His palm was against her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance.

Is this what you want, baby ? He asked in a husky voice.

Yes, she moaned. Please, Marshall.

He pressed his hand harder and inserted two fingers in her as she let out a gasp. She was squirming against him, rocking her hips in sync as he was moving his wrist. At first, his movements were slow. He wasn’t in a rush anyway. Plus, the last thing he wanted was to trigger her or hurt her.

Are you alright ? He asked carefully.

Yes, she moaned. It’s good.

He buried his face in her neck as he went a bit faster. Her moans became a lot deeper and he could tell she was about to come. He accelerated the movements of his head and she let out a small cry as he felt her walls clench on his fingers. Her whole body seemed to contract before relaxing altogether.

Oh God, she whispered.

Did you like it, honey ? He asked with a smile - already knowing the answer.

Yes, she softly giggled before burying her face in the pillow.

He gently turned her so that she could face him, so that he could see her beautiful face. She looked relaxed and happy, though still hazy.

You’re so beautiful, he said. I want to kiss you. May I ?

Instead of replying, she kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her as their tongues found each other. It was a deep, ardent kiss. Their legs were tangled together, as their arms were clutching at each other’s body.

I think… I want you, she whispered shyly.

Are you sure baby ? He asked softly. You don’t have to.

I’m sure, she whispered. Just… be gentle ?

Of course, love, he said. How do you want it ?

Spoon ? She asked with a little smile.

He chuckled. She seemed to enjoy this position. It wasn’t particularly his favorite, but he was happy to indulge. There was something about it that was soft and intimate, which he had to admit was enjoyable. He removed his sweatpants and boxers and they resumed the spooning position. He slowly positioned himself at her entrance and he felt her tense up.

Are you sure, honey ? I swear we don’t have to…

Yes, she said hoarsely. I want you. And I trust you.

He kissed her temple and entered her. She let out a groan and he froze for a second. However, she relaxed and he took it as his cue to start moving. He was thrusting slowly while peppering her face with soft kisses, holding her in his arms. He started to gently explore her body with his hands, making sure she was ok with every move. He teased her nipples with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.

Faster, she begged. I’m… so close…

He happily obliged and started to thrust faster, going deeper as well. He felt her clench around him again, slightly jerking as they both reached climax. He buried his face in her neck while they were both panting, gasping for air. He grabbed her hand and held her close to his body.

Are you alright ? He asked after a few minutes.

Yes, she said softly. Are you ?

Absolutely, he said.

She turned to face him. She had such a pretty face and reaching orgasm definitely gave her a nice glow. He chuckled as he cupped her face with his hand.

God, I’m so in love with you, he said.

He didn’t even think twice before saying it. It felt natural to him. Before he could catch himself, he saw the soft smile of Y/N turn into an expression of shock.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #recovery fanfiction

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femdomlieeh · 10 months

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Teasing you pt. 1 (m)

Sub!NCT U x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNING—smut ✧ dom/sub themes ✧ punishment

NOW PLAYING—SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY remix ✧ Amaarae & Kali Uchis & Moliy

[A/N.] In this part: Johnny, Kun, Jaehyun, Renjun, Jaemin, Shotaro, Chenle

In part 2: Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jeno, Yangyang, Sungchan, Jisung

ik shotaro left nct but I already finished writing his part b4 that announcement. Shotaro and sungchan were treated like shit and I hope sm keeps their promise and debut them in a boy group soon!!!

M.LISTS—nct u ✧ 127 ✧ dream ✧ wayv ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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서영호 / johnny

This man loves teasing. He will randomly decide to tease you just because he's bored and wants to make you horny and/or make you punish him. He's not shy to be the one to initiate sex, he will for sure tease you with lingering kisses on your neck, collarbone, shoulder, hands, tits, stomach and thighs until you become a bit more rough on him and degrade him, pin him down, choke him or tie his hands. Not surprisingly, he's probably the most confident in himself and will go as far as even teasing you in public or in front of his members (in secret), whispering dirty things to you at a restaurant, resting his hand on your thigh under the table, going closer and closer to your pussy while joking around with Mark. All of this shit will be done with a smile on his face, no regret or nervousness.

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钱锟 / 전곤 / kun

Kun best boy. Since he has many hardships as a leader of a group of energy crazy boys, in a romantic relationship he prefers just giving his partner the power to make all the decisions so he doesn't have to think for once. Therefore he typically just does everything you say obediently, always such a good boy. The only time he would ever "tease you" is when you tell him to worship your body since that order is open for different interpretations, so then his tongue will swirl around your nipples and his mouth will create hickeys all over your boobs (he's a titty guy) as his cold fingertips tickle your thighs, neglecting giving you attention where you need him the most until you finally pull on his hair and force his head down to choke him with your thighs as he gladly eats you out. That's the closest to a tease he'll be. He just wants to be a good boy and only do what you tell him to, never have to use his brain. No, instead he prefers when you tease him and torture him by sitting or grinding your wap on his thighs, abs, chest — everywhere but his dick and tongue — until he's begging for your sweet pussy, only to have you shove your fingers in his mouth to suck on. Best boy.

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정윤오 / jaehyun / jay / jamal / jeffrey

a spoon switch (lol) he will be the little spoon for you when you want him to and that's when he likes to be naughty! Don't get me wrong he can be such a cutie and just be happy with your arms around him — but sometimes he feels a bit more bratty than cutie. As soon as you envelope him in your arms, his back against you, his dimples make an appearance and dirty thoughts cloud his head. Twenty minutes into the movie you feel a large, warm hand on your ass (he has long arms and can probably reach). He smirks (which you can't see) but doesn't say anything to make it seem like an innocent touch, although his little head is coming up with more dirty ideas. A few minutes later he kneads the fatness for a little bit. "Hm, baby?" "Nothing, it's just soft," himbo says. You know what he's doing — seeing as similar instances happened many times before in this position — and you play along moving your cold hand up to his tiddie. "Hm?" he mumbles. "Nothing, it's just soft," you say and he blushes, flustered at your teasing. A few minutes of breathing later, the large, warm hand moves a bit lower and you think he's just gonna touch behind your upper thighs, which he did very often both as a little and a big spoon. You're not prepared when his long arm reaches all the way past your butt to your pussy to massage your lips and the tip of his long middle finger reaching your clit, smirking again. Safe to say you didn't watch the rest of the movie.

(a/n. Jaehyun my bias? Whaaaat— I have no idea what ur talking abt...)

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黄仁俊 / 런쥔 / renjun

He's such a good boy so he rarely teases you. However, he has his moments when he's not your angel, like when he's feeling a teeny tiny bit jealous over you laughing way too hard with Haechan or giving Jisung all your smiles and hair ruffling, unconsciously ignoring your dear, sweet boyfriend who's watching you from across the room. In those cases he will get a bit annoyed and try to think of how to get your attention which usually would be by pouting at you or sitting down next to you and resting his head on your shoulder to get you to look at him. But...other times it might go further if you still don't give him attention. He'll go "hmph oh well" and sit opposite to you and send you a nude and a nasty text and just watch your reaction with a smile.

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나재민 / jaemin

Babie acts naughty sometimes just because he's bored or wants your attention or he forgets your rules. It could have just been a slow day, watching Netflix and cuddling, nothing special when he decides to put his face in your tits, insisting that "it's just so comfortable" only to end up lifting your shirt up to kiss your boobs. And he knows he looks so, so pretty when he's making out with your boobs and looking up at you innocently; he knows that will either lead to you pushing his head down to squish his neck and cheeks between your thighs or to you teasing him back by pushing him away and masturbating, not letting him touch you or himself — either way is a happy way. He will usually be a good boy though. Just a little needy every now and then when he feels like it.

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大崎将太郎 / おさきしょたろ / 쇼타로 / shotaro

Omg babie. He's such a good boy and always obeys your orders during sex, result from having an obsession with being praised by his partner. That being said he only ever teases you in very certain circumstances. These circumstances include when he's needy for your attention either because you haven't spent much time together lately or because he's jealous of the attention you give to Yuta (or *insert another hot bitch*), or when he unfortunately gets influenced by movies, music or guy friends to act more dominant or take more charge in bed — either way, he will act so confident, resting his hand on your ass in public, biting your neck, telling you all the dirty things he will do to you when you get home. And every single time ends in the with him whimpering "mommy" as he cums, tears on his cheeks, thanking you profusely and promising you to always be your good boy.

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钟辰乐 / 鍾辰樂 / 천러 / chenle

(A/n. I'll add him when this post gets 150 votes since his part is not finished yet and I rlyyy wanted to post this anyway!!)

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❝ Why you wanna act like Leo?

Like you don't love me please, oh

Like you don't spend money, oh

Like you don't eat my pussy ❞

—ama serwah genfi; 2021

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luvsfootball · 6 months

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not much of a girlfriend - jamal musiala.

requested by - anon.

request - holaa again hehehe could you write one for jamal like enemys to lovers??

your brother and jamal were childhood friends, so you were rather familiar with the young german boy.

when you first met, you were twelve and they were fourteen. you still played with barbies and bratz dolls and they made fun of you for it.

you remembered crying to your mother about how mean they were and she told you that ‘boys will be boys’.

growing up, you tried to avoid jamal but it was quite hard to when he was constantly sleeping over at your house and even being invited to family meals.

something inside of you desperately wanted jamal to just treat you with respect, and you didn’t know that’s what he felt too.

he was at your house tonight, eating in the kitchen when you went in to get your dinner. your brother was laughing at your makeup and you ignored him, something that took all of your might.

“will you both move?” you hissed, pushing past them to open the oven and take out your food. when you moved past to go upstairs, your brother stopped you.

“you can’t take that up to your room.”

“i’ll do what i want,” you replied, sticking your finger up and slamming the door shut.

hours went by and you headed downstairs to go for your date with one of your classmates when jamal came into the hallway.

“where are you going dressed like that?”

“like what?”

he didn’t say anything but when he raked his eyes up and down your body, you suddenly felt very self-conscious.

you knew deep down that jamal would never judge you but you couldn’t be so sure of that.

“nothing.”

your brother came out of the living room at the sound of your voice and furrowed his eyebrows. “where are you going?”

“out for a bit with kenzie.”

he seemed to buy the lie but before you could sneak out the front door and get to your date, e stopped you. “wait, jamal can give you a lift.”

immediately, you shouted, “no!” but your brother didn’t like the word no. “she literally lives down the road from jamal, he won’t mind.”

jamal shook his head, a silent agreement that he’d take you but you had to try and get out of it. sittinng in a car with him was the last thing you wanted, and you weren’t even going to kenzie’s.

“we’re actually going out for dinner, hence my outfit.”

“well where is it? i don’t mind, honestly.”

something inside of you was suspicious. why was jamal offering to drive you somewhere? you hated each other. or was it just you who hated him?

“it’s the next left.”

he hummed in response, using his indicator to turn around the corner. “this is a bit fancy for you and kenzie.”

for some reason, your throat went dry. why were you so nervous?

you chose not to respond and when he pulled up, you nearly ducked when you saw your date already waiting outside the restaurant. you knew for a fact jamal wasn’t going to leave until he saw you get inside.

“just around the back will be fine.”

“but there’s a parking spot here.”

“park around the back!”

he rolled his eyes at your little outburst but listened and drove around the side, turning his engine off. “could at least say thanks,” he murmured.

“thanks,” you whispered, shutting the car door and looking back a couple of times before walking up to your date as if nothing happened.

your date, ben, smiled when you showed up and he sideways hugged you rather awkwardly before saying, “i thought you weren’t going to come.”

“sorry, traffic was bad. do you want to go inside?”

his eyebrows furrowed at how hurried you were being but he trailed after you nether the less. you turned your head to see if his car was gone.

then you saw it.

jamal was driving past extremely slow, jaw visibly clenched at the sight of you and ben. you were scared he was going to tell your brother because he’d ask a million questions.

but you didn’t want the date to go wrong so you went inside and played everything cool.

‘nice date?’

the text message came as a shock and you werw busy drying your hair after a shower when it came through.

‘my love life has nothing to do with you.’

as you awaited a response, drying your hair became the least of your worries. jamal was with your brother downstairs right now.

honestly, you were shocked that he hadn’t already told him.

‘i wouldn’t call it love after one date.’

‘you probably can’t even get a date, jamal.’

downstairs, jamal didn’t understand why his heart fluttered at you using his actual name. it was always ‘musiala’ or ‘idiot’.

he didn’t respond after that and you resumed drying your hair whilst thinking back to the date. ben was really nice but you weren’t sure whether anything was going to happen.

a knock on your door made you finally move from your desk and you nearly slammed it shut when you saw jamal on the other side.

“what?”

“your brother’s gone to get some food.”

“so?”

he smiled a little before handing you a controller. “i need someone to play with while he’s gone.”

“and why should i?”

“you’ll get to rub it in his face when you beat his score. and you might even get to beat me.”

it sounded like a good deal, so you put your slippers on and trailed downstairs, flopping down onto the couch. “you’re so getting destroyed,” you snickered.

jamal rolled his eyes as he unpaused the game.

it ended with you both drawing and you were already demanding a replay.

“how was your date?”

you frowned at how he said the last word. “it was good. not sure about him though.”

“i think you need someone that matches you.”

scoffing, you turned to face him. “you think you’re such an expert on love.”

“i’m better than you at it!”

“when was the last time you even went on a date?”

his cheeks flushed red as he thought back and suddenly became very embarrassed. jamal hadn’t been on a date with anyone in about a year.

“when was the last time you had a boyfriend?”

“probably after you had a-”

you were cut off by his lips connecting with your own and your eyes widened in surprise. at first you didn’t kiss back, but you thought ‘fuck it’.

it was now a heated makeout and before it could go any further, you could both hear the key in the lock turn and you both pulled apart, moving far away from each other to not make it obvious.

“what are you doing down here?”

you discreetly wiped your lips before turning to your brother. “beating your top score.”

jumping off the couch, you passed him the controller and took the food to the kitchen to plate out.

you didn’t notice jamal’s eyes following your body and when you turned, he was facing the screen.

almost as if nothing happened.

#jamal musiala one shot #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala #football imagines #football #football x reader #bayern munich #bayern

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dontexpectmuch · 1 year

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ur writing is amazing !!! please could you write a jamal x reader where she's his best friend but he's always wanted to ask her out. they have a sleepover and it's all just fluffy and he confesses <3

catching feelings - justin bieber

you’ve been the best of friends ever since elementary school, sticking together through the highs and lows, never doubting your friendship in any way.

jamal can’t recall a moment where you haven’t been there, wether it was him winning a sports competition in school or signing his first professional contract for a football club. you always stood there, right by his side, his mother and siblings next to you, all of you smiling at him proudly.

he got told many times before that love will find him when he’s older, that now was the time to concentrate on his career, he was too young for love, they’d say. he never really paid any mind to finding a partner to form a romantic relationship with, why would he? you were enough, all he’d ever wanted.

maybe, the first time he ever thought like that started it all, maybe that was the beginning for his growing feelings for you, not the platonic ones.

no, they were all but platonic. he’d wake up with you on his mind, grabbing his phone to talk to you again, even the two of you spent the entire night talking, he just couldn’t get enough. whenever he read your text, your voice would appear in his mind, accompanied by your smile and shining eyes. you’d walk by sometimes, to go to the kitchen or whatever and jamal would find himself growing nervous, he didn’t know how to explain that feeling.

you were his best friend yesterday, now you were the person he imagined confessing to when he spoke to himself in the mirror. you were the person he dreamed of taking to his games to, his name adoring your back as you smiled up at him.

you were the only person he ever wanted to have a future with and he was pretty sure you also wanted him to be a part of your future. but, did you feel the way he did?

did you imagined being in a relationship with him? the way he did? did you have scenarios in your head before going to bed with him being there as well? did you wait by your phone for his messages?

jamal gathered up all the courage he had in himself that day. seated next to you on the couch, you guys were having your monthly sleepover, just like when you were younger. he looked at you, your eyes were concentrated on the tv, immersed in whatever was happening.

he breathed in and gently put his hand on top of yours, testing the waters. you turned your head, looking into his eyes, confused at what he just did. but, you didn’t pull away, encouraging jamal to move closer to you, his face hovering above yours.

“i caught feelings for you.” he whispered, scared of rejection, but he needed to voice it out.

“about time.” you reply, closing the gap between you, your lips finally touching his. they were soft, just like you always dreamed of.

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i listened to this song while applying my face mask, thats how the idea came to write it like this :)

i just know you guys also caught feelings for me, don’t be shy🤭

#football one shot #football x reader #x reader #football #jamal musiala fluff #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala one shot #jamal musiala

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peanutpinet · 1 year

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Quiet Down - Jaemin x Innocent fem reader

Pairing: Na Jaemin x innocent fem reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of torture, strong language

A/N: eheheh, happy new year everyone!! Sorry for not updating for a long time :') work has been a lot and I just haven't gotten the time to write as much as I'd like :') I do have a Jamal fic that I want to post which is quite a long one so that's a work in progress and hopefully it'll be up by his birthday. But yeah, I started the new year with dreaming about Jaemin so I'll dedicate the first fic of 2023 to my our Nana

Synopsis: you and Jaemin were friends since childhood and unlike most boy/girl childhood friend that grew apart, Jaemin makes sure to involve you in all the little things, even in his friend group and didn't care what others think about you but when someone decides to challenge Jaemin, he'll show how much you truly mean to him

Inspired sentence: 38)“If you don’t cooperate I’m gonna have to break another finger.”

[18:29pm] - ever since you were young, your parents have always taught you to never judge anyone and never once did you judge people based on their looks or background because you too have felt what it was like to be judged by others just because you were quieter than the average kid.

However, that one time a new kid came into your kindergarten and was practically “outcasted” by everyone because of his looks, you decided to stand up for him and ever since the two of you have been inseparable; even when Jaemin has other friends whom he has made throughout the years.

University was a time they said that you should enjoy your youth. Go meet new people, skip classes, go to parties, clubs or a bar, makeout with strangers you’ve never met. Be bold and do things that you’ve never had the chance to do during your younger days. But you weren’t like that.

As much as you wanted to go out of your shell, you were still nervous. The most daring thing that you’ve ever done was hanging out with Jaemin’s friends, Mark, Haechan, Jeno, Renjun, Chenle, and Jisung. Why was it the most daring thing? Because all of Jaemin’s friends were way different from Jaemin himself who was quite reserved whenever he was with you. Heck, whenever Haechan would flirt with you, you just shyly and awkwardly move away to be closer to Jaemin.

Though Jaemin was the one that always invite you to join him whenever he hangs out with his friends, everyone and sometimes you honestly don’t understand why Jaemin would do so. There were times when you feel that you didn’t belong in the friend group or that Jaemin was too good for you, be it a friend or perhaps as a crush.

To say that you didn’t have a crush on Jaemin would be crazy since you saw how cute and funny he was when he was younger but matured and became a much more calm, collective and handsome person. But above all those, what you love most about Jaemin is that he is always down to earth. Despite coming from a more well-off family and even growing up to have a handsome face, at the end of the day, Jaemin cares about helping others without looking at who they were and that’s what you love about him.

Despite taking different degrees, Jaemin would still find a way to catch up with you, help with your studies however he can and even take you out whenever you were stressing or your anxiety was acting up. Just being with Jaemin helps calm you, helps you escape all your problems and feel that life is going well.

But little did you know, Jaemin was doing all of this not because he feels that he needs to repay your kindness, nor is it out of guilt if he didn’t include you in anything but because he too feels that your presence comforts him. That whenever you’re not around any big or small events, Jaemin just feels that something, well, more so, someone was missing.

Slowly but surely, Jaemin has been trying to put an effort into making you notice how he cares for you and how he wants, well, hopes that your friendship could evolve into something more. Which is why Jaemin has been trying to approach you more. Take you out more than usual and even treat you to anything that you want. Craving some chocolate during that time of the month? Jaemin has got a whole stock that’ll last you through the next few months. Need a ride to and from the campus grounds? Jaemin is known to be an amazing driver that he picks you up and even teaches you how to drive yourself. Whenever someone would make you feel worthless, Jaemin would cheer you up yet quietly warn those who teased you; to never mess with you unless they want to get on Jaemin’s bad side.

You didn’t know why Jaemin has been trying to be closer to you but you can’t help but enjoy the feeling and can’t help but want to return all those kindnesses. You didn’t know how long you were daydreaming until you heard a squeal. Unfortunately, Jaemin had an additional class that he had to attend so you told him that you’ll meet him at the usual cafe you both hang out. Along the way, you were so caught up with your thoughts until you heard a sudden squeal.

It was quite late in the evening when you were on your way to the cafe so there was hardly anyone nearby. You thought that it was just your imagination and started to keep on walking until you heard muffled noises.

Curiosity got the best of you and just like all those main characters in horror movies, you dared yourself to see what was happening but quickly realised that it was a bad idea because it turns out that it was some biker from another university trying to force themself onto what seems to be a younger student.

While you were scared, you knew what was happening was wrong so you instinctively interfered with the situation but of course, you were outnumbered and eventually, both you and the other student were practically forced into submission. All these bikers were looking through the things that you both brought, some were touching your cheeks, your exposed arm and all. Making you pray harder that it’ll all quickly pass.

Luckily, before these bikers could go any further with touching you or the other student, they were immediately shoved to the wall, some even fainted with how hard they were shoved, scaring you and the younger student. It was only when you felt a jacket wrapped around you did you look up to see your best friend, his gaze was one that you have never seen throughout the years of knowing him. It was like a mixture of every emotion you know.

“Let’s go” Jaemin stated, softly wrapping his arms around you

“Jae..I, I can’t” you stuttered and immediately fell but Jaemin was quick to catch you and carry you

“I got you. I’m here. Hang on alright” Jaemin whispered, his voice was soft and comforting that it lulled you to sleep, especially after what happened

Immediately, Jaemin brought you back to your shared apartment and let you doze off on your bed, not forgetting to take your shoes and socks off. Going to the bathroom, Jaemin took your face cleanser and skincare to help get all the gunk and probably the excess smell of the smoke off of your face. Gently, Jaemin wiped your face, worried that the slightest pressure could wake you from your slumber.

After wiping your face clean, Jaemin tucked you in, giving himself a mental note to remind you to shower and help change your sheets when you wake up. Before leaving, Jaemin gave a lingering kiss to your forehead and seeing you enjoy and even calmed you down more, it made Jaemin’s heart swell with pride.

“Sleep well my puzzle piece, I’ll be the one taking care of you from now on. There’s nothing you should worry about” Jaemin coos at your peaceful self and heads out

When Jaemin said that he would take care of you, he actually meant it because throughout all these years, you were the one that took care of him, regardless the situation that you are in. No, it wasn’t that Jaemin didn’t want to help you but more so he knows that you were strong enough to handle everything and that he was there for support but also ready to jump in whenever you call for him.

This time, however, Jaemin knew that he should’ve been more careful. Seeing you being called at was already pissing him off. But hurting you physically? That was the first and last straw that would ever happen to you.

Walking to the abandoned warehouse, there were only Jaemin’s footsteps that echoed through the walls. His friends parted the way when he arrived. The only other sound that could be heard were the pleas of those bikers that harassed you and the younger student.

“I’m going to say this only once so you better pay attention. I’m typically a chill person, I don’t like to get involved in anyone else’s business unless it's morally wrong to me. Just like when you decided to harass that young student. To add to it, you decided to involve someone that you shouldn’t have touched or even looked at. Now, I won’t kill you. That’ll create too much suspicion and frankly speaking, the money that my family use to keep your family’s image clean is getting too much. Plus, I have been given the green light to do as I please with you. Of course, except for the killing part. So, you like to play with your fingers huh?” Jaemin stated, grabbing what seems to be an old rusted blade and immediately shoving it in the middle of one of the bikers’ hand

“We’ll just find some inexcusable wrongdoings that you’ve done. Each of you will pick 2 then the public will know all about it tomorrow” Jaemin threatened, pulling the blade out and pointing it to each of the bikers

“If either one of you doesn’t corporate, I might have to break some fingers or bones” Jaemin growled but smirked seeing all the cowards cower in fear. “So, just quiet down because you all talk too much and corporate. Let’s begin, shall we” Jaemin smirked

A/N: hope this year will be better for us all and pray that your author gets 'The Dream Show 2' tickets, thank you 💚

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bodybeyondstories · 3 months

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Just ignore it - 4

Lee and Armand try to get a handle on David's powers of suggestion before being interrupted by the delivery of yet another weird artifact. David goes for a bike ride to clear his head, only to end up complicating things further by causing some unexpected changes with some unexpected results.

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MaleTF // Ass growth // Dick growth // Suggestion // nsfw

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“You transformed Jamal? The new barista upstairs?” asked Lee.

“Isn’t that a bit much?” added Armand, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s already like nine feet tall or something.”

“Well yeah, he is now,” I said, exasperated by the disappointed parents routine I was getting back in the cleanroom. “But he wasn’t an hour ago. Or he was, in a different…timeline or whatever. Which is now this timeline. Or I was in a different timeline. Or the universe just sort of shifted or something, I don’t know.”

Jamal, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, was a possibly genetic, possibly magical anomaly who really did top out at just over nine feet. Why he insisted on keeping his barista job was even more of a mystery, but he was obviously a local attraction wherever he went, leading the coffee chain that managed multiple shops in town to rotate him around location to location, a boon to underperforming and under-trafficked franchises like the one in our building. The line was out the door whenever he was working, with people wanting a selfie, wanting to see him bumble behind the counter with surprising grace in spite of hands that made the espresso machine look like a toy, or just wanting a glimpse at the pipe running down his khakis that was conveniently around eye level and impossible to miss. If you were lucky, he liked you, and the timing was right, you could get an up close and personal experience. I was proud to say I was one of the lucky few ‘regulars,’ and in my recent metaphysically horny state, he had hit just the spot in one of the backrooms. Though it still, somehow, didn’t quite measure up to what Lee could throw down.

But now I was back in the evil snowglobe, feeling like I was facing punishment from sharing what I thought would be exciting new data.

“So, you just talked, and Synt followed suit?” asked Armand, jotting hurriedly into a notepad.

“Sort of? There was kind of a crescendo, maybe. Like Synt found a conduit through my vocal chords and we had to get into the groove. But I don’t think it’s automatic, like I couldn’t just say Armand grew–”

“Whoa whoa whoa, let’s slow down,” Armand cut in, hands splayed in caution. “Before you put a whammy on me, too.”

“I mean,” I gestured to his overstuffed crotch, “I kind of already did.”

“Oh! Oh wow,” Lee cut in, rubbing his chin as Armand stood speechless and gaped at his prodigious bulge. “But from your perspective, Armand, from both of our perspectives, it’s…”

“Always been that way,” Armand finished, cheeks reddening. “Or at least my entire adult life. It would make sense. I’ve never had a medical professional successfully explain my…condition. I just sort of got used to it, I guess. Or I was always used to it.”

“Exactly!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands. “So we’re getting it now. It’s all about multiplicities of temporal perspectives. We’re all just cosmic threads weavin’ around each other.” I tried to visualize this with a rushed jumble of hand motions, which unfortunately didn’t land with the other two. “But I could probably fix it. I think. Maybe. I don’t think Synt would be on board for a reduction of any sort, so we may have to strategize.”

“No, there’s nothing to fix. I mean, it’s a lot to deal with, but I really am cool with it. My dating life is a mess anyways, and once you get known as that guy with the sixteen inch dick, the luster kind of wears off. I don’t really know what it's like being…normal.”

“The methods are messy to say the least,” said Lee, “but we may be starting to get somewhere. As much as we would love to keep investigating, further tests might have to wait. The park ranger guys are sending over some artifact they found and I think they’re due any minute.”

As if on cue, a nervous tap on the door reminded the three of us that as much as we would like to play around with my shiny new body morphing, reality shifting chaos magic we all had other work to do. I was getting up to take the back exit and head upstairs when I felt a tug in the direction of our visitor. My attention was pulled by some strong magnetic force toward the door as whoever was trying to enter awkwardly began pushing it open. Unconsciously, my foot steps shifted direction as the attraction felt stronger and deeper. And oddly familiar. Eventually, I recognized this feeling as Synt having their interest piqued enough to guide me to physically move in that direction. I was not a fan of this new development in our dynamic, but decided to see where it led.

“You need some help?” I offered, trying to play it off as me moving to give them a hand with the door rather than me being compelled for yet another mysterious reason.

“Nah, I’m good,” came a familiar voice, and as the door fully opened, I recognized Blake’s ass as it entered the room before the rest of him. “It’s just hard to maneuver this thing.”

It took me a second to realize he didn’t mean the globes of his ridiculous bubble butt, becoming the undeniable center of attention as he backed through the doorway, but actually the cart he was pulling with him. As the door swung back and he casually bounced it away with one hip, I couldn’t stop staring. I thought at this point I would be used to comically ballooning backsides, his most of all, but it looked even bigger than it had last night. In fact, as he entered the room the rest of him looked bigger too. If the seams of his pants and shirt sleeves had been strained beyond all reason last night, then now he was one strong sneeze away from public nudity. I thought maybe it was just the change of scenery, like how fitness influencers will take advantage of good lighting to show off a juicy pump, but I was pretty sure he was…bigger. Lee and I exchanged glances as if to wordlessly reassure each other that we weren’t just imagining that Blake was noticeably taller than he had been last night. The subtle accusatory squint of his eyelids was returned by a sharp look of denial from me. This wasn’t me, I thought. Unless, possibly it was. Maybe the growth last night had a slow release function, or some sort of chain reaction.

I mentally relayed Lee’s suspicious squint to Synt, who responded with a deep rumble of appreciation. They had a fixation on Blake, I now realized, and those two teaming up could be a disastrous combination.

“You want this in the uh, special circle?” Blake gestured to the circumference of sigils which were now glowing with an even higher brightness and frequency. That can’t be good, I thought.

“Yeah, that’s fine until we figure out what to do with it,” said Armand. “What is it, by the way? The report they sent in was kind of muddled. But then again, so is everything from the Marshlands.”

That place again. I was transported back to some spot on the map that I couldn’t identify, felt pushed out of space and time. Threads weaving, fraying, overlapping, forming fractal patterns down to quantum scales, building higher dimensional frameworks of cross-temporal superpositions, all coming together right there–

“...so we couldn’t really even tell how old it is, which is where we hoped you guys would come in,” Blake was saying. “Palmer, you got any tips?”

I snapped back to reality at the mention of my name. I had spaced out again, unclear for how long.

“I, uh, need to get back to my office,” I said. “I can look into it once I have the preliminary analysis from Lee and Armand.”

“You sure?” Blake asked, in that way that wasn’t so much a question but an unspoken invitation. I found my shoulders relaxing and my mind wandering. His easy smile was so intoxicating, but there was also a glint in his eyes. A hunger, as he seemed to casually look me up and down, almost as if he was seeing through me. Synt was laser focused on Blake, a low pressure system of gathering power causing the sigils to change color, which I didn’t even know they could do. He clapped a strong hand against my bicep (when had he gotten that close) and said, “Anyways, always good running into you. Let me know what you find.”

Again, I felt that electric thrill run from his body into mine, except it was more like neurons firing. I had more clarity than last night and I could feel a complex undercurrent beneath that hunger, a need for something more, a vision of something bigger. The dam was once again threatening to burst, but I now had solid control over my own legs and began briskly heading to the door with a terse “Yep, I’ll keep you posted.”

I practically sprinted back up to my office, terrified of accidentally touching anyone for fear of producing another ten foot freakshow in the building for the second time that morning. My mind was a whirlwind of my own ever present horniness, mixed with Synt’s unrelenting power, and their clear frustration at being taken away from their favorite willing subject. Blake was becoming their muse, in some weird way, and we both needed a pressure valve. But underneath Synt’s frustration was something else. My own itch of power and possibility and the knowledge that I could so easily scratch it.

I tried to be productive at my desk that morning. My muscles would clench periodically as I held in waves of Synt’s magic, my body and mind fatiguing in the face of an unstoppable force. Taunting me, Synt would dangle images of possibilities so close within reach. How easy it would be for Blake to expand into a wall of juicy muscle, having to turn his body to get his shoulders through the doorway but having his bubble butt get stuck anyways. Armand was already cool with having a monster cock, maybe he’d appreciate an even twenty inches. That’d look amazing. And would it hurt to give Jamal a few more inches in height? Maybe even a foot? I imagined him walking into my office growing steadily taller, head bumping against the ceiling then punching through as plaster rained down–

I slammed my palms firmly on the table and stared for as long as possible at a wall of unread emails, comprehending not a single one.

“I need to get some air.”

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I took the stairs and headed to the bike rack around the back of the building. Walking around aimlessly felt too risky in the state I was in. Too much proximity, too many opportunities for accidental direct contact. I had felt like I could see into Blake’s soul when he grabbed my arm, like I could’ve granted his wildest, horniest fantasies with a thought. I shivered at the knowledge that Synt would co-sign exactly this brand of recklessness. I felt like I was burning with static. I could practically see it dancing along my skin. I was in no condition to be milling about in a crowd until I got around to relieving even a fraction of this pressure.

“David!” hailed a voice nearby as I was squeezing on my helmet. I looked over to see Noah, my former student who had been blessed (or cursed) by Synt in more ways than one. Not only did he end up with a set of hips and ass cheeks that comically ballooned from his otherwise thin frame, but had also fallen into a pattern of stumbling into bigger and bigger dicks around town. I reasoned that the man with him was likely his latest beau, due not just to the hand wrapped around Noah’s tight waist, but the snake smuggled into his right pant leg. The spell, apparently, had not yet been broken.

“Noah!” I responded, “looks like you’re doing as well as possible after this last semester.”

“That’s one way to put it,” he said, rolling his eyes. “This reminds me, I need to chat with you again about that…positive feedback loop I’ve been dealing with.”

“I can imagine,” I winked, pretending not to notice the twitch of his acquaintance’s massive bulge as he shifted his hand down to rest on Noah’s round booty. Was Noah just magically happening on these already huge dicks or was he unknowingly bending reality every time he set his eyes on a new crush? Was there an upper limit? To any of this? Much to investigate, I thought, but resolved to cut the conversation short before my imagination once again got the best of me. “Shoot me an email, I’ve got plenty of time this week,” I said, speeding off away from campus.

I hadn’t had time to change into my cycling gear, not that those lycra shorts did anything to mitigate the size of my ass. I had made peace with the fact that my bodacious buns were simply always on display, in this instance encased in a skirt and tights, the bike seat completely disappearing beneath them. There wasn’t much I could do about it, and honestly, I liked the attention.

I felt free weaving through the city streets, regardless of the fact that I was fighting for my life against late morning traffic. It was a welcome respite from the stifling air of my office, the wind cooling me down and alleviating at least some of the magical irritation covering my entire body. I didn’t know where I was going, and didn’t really care. Plus, I was moving too fast to focus on any one person for long enough to give them an impromptu BBL. Instead, the cityscape just felt like waves of passing static, tiny glimpses of people’s fantasies and desires that were gone as soon as they were detected, with the occasional ping of attention from a pair of eyes that had locked on to my bubble butt as it cruised through their field of vision.

For the length of a few city blocks, one of these pings of focus didn’t seem to leave me, and as I came up at a stoplight I turned around to see another cyclist flashing me an awkward and quickly thrown together smile of greeting, as if to insist that he hadn’t just been ogling me up and down.

“Can’t blame ya,” I said with a smile and nod, plus a wink for good measure. He was cute. He looked like he was a bike messenger by the rectangular pack balanced behind his shoulders, the well developed forearms and quads, and a look of practiced exertion that said he wasn’t just out here for the endorphins. I was sure he was perpetually in a hurry, so I figured I should literally get out of his lane while on my metaphysically horny break from work.

I meandered right as he continued straight, letting my eyes linger on his meaty calves just long enough to almost crash headlong into a sporty coupe in a mediocre attempt at parallel parking. I swerved out of the way as he honked and yelled “Dick!” just loud enough for me to hear through the half rolled down driver's side window.

What I said in response was not my wittiest comeback or even the most well thought out public interaction, but I had to offer a counter while still within earshot. But as I yelled “Super dick!” back at the finance bro emerging from his car, I immediately regretted the decision, feeling Synt’s power slip through the ether.

“You know I didn’t mean that!” I said aloud to the otherworldly being in my head. “You don’t understand epithets? Metaphors and what not?”

They sent the impression of a lazy shrug.

“What does super dick even mean? Like what did that do?”

Another shrug.

I was worried. What did I just accidently curse this guy with? Should I go investigate? What would that even mean? I thought maybe I could fix whatever it was. Use some string of words to undo whatever it is I just did.

I circled the block, parking my bike in front of the fancy building my unsuspecting victim had presumably been about to enter. It looked like it probably had moderate security and I had no plan of entry, and was definitely not dressed like I had any important business downtown. Entering through the big glass revolving doors, I locked eyes with the security desk, trying to look as casual as possible on my approach while they gave me a bored once over. In my performance of nonchalance, I glanced to the left and breathed a sigh of relief as I spotted my mark at the register of a lunch place on the bottom floor. With a curt smile to security, I changed direction, slipping into the line of the sandwich shop.

In the bustle of the lunch rush, I spotted him sitting on a stool at the bar along the window, drinking a green smoothie, scrolling on his phone, and pulling out a small laptop. I kept my eyes on him as the line progressed, looking for anything out of the ordinary, but he was the image of business class normalcy, perched on his stool in a designer suit and tapping away at some spreadsheet.

I picked up my sparkling green tea and bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich (I actually was hungry) and found that one of the few available seats left was, luckily, right next to him.

Incredibly, he seemed to be unaware that I was the person who had almost taken off his side mirror with my right hip, studiously ignoring me as I ate my sandwich and glanced at my phone to see multiple texts from Lee. I opened the latest one but was interrupted by a grunt of discomfort from my new friend. He shifted in his seat and glanced briefly at me, his cheeks reddening slightly as he continued working. A few minutes later, another shift in position, chugging the rest of his smoothie before folding his hands into each other and resting his head against them. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he glanced around quickly and held himself in a tense position, trying to focus on his laptop screen.

When I was just about to return to whatever it was Lee felt the need to triple text about, he let out a heavy sigh as his breathing deepened, then glancing around again, carefully got up and turned towards me.

“Watch my stuff?” he asked tersely, the sheen of sweat on his face turning to visible beads.

That’s when I felt it. The now familiar resonant strum of reality warping magic that told me Synt’s power was at work.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled through bites of my sandwich, my eyes flitting down as I noticed a jump of movement along his pant leg.

“Thanks,” he grunted, turning to power walk to the bathroom, his bubble butt–which I didn’t remember being there before–swishing back and forth in his slacks.

I waited a solid twenty minutes–okay, more like fifteen–before following him to investigate further.

As I entered the bathroom, it was empty except for one occupied stall, the lemony scent of cleaning products overlaid with something musky and slightly metallic. There had been a soft moan coming from the occupied stall, which seemed to self-consciously quiet down in response to the sound of the door closing and my footsteps heading to one of the urinals. I did my business like normal as the moans slowly increased in intensity, interspersed with grunts and low utterances.

“Oof, fuck,” I heard a whisper, recognizing what little I had heard of the finance bro’s voice.

“Is everything okay in there?” I asked innocently with a light knock on the stall, knowing good and well some supernatural fuckery that I had personally caused was well underway.

“All good, I just–augghhhh!”

You’ll have to believe me when I say the stall door opened on its own.

My new friend was sitting on the toilet with his pants up and his fly open. He was breathing heavy and drenched in sweat, eyes widened in surprise as he saw me standing there, which shifted to a look of lust and urgent need as he drank me in. He seemed in visible distress, which probably had something to do with the rock hard dick that was reaching into the air just past his left shoulder.

“Sorry, I–” he was cut off as it seemed to jump up another inch, spurting a glob of precum that fell to the floor. His hands slid desperately up and down the length of his shaft, each one barely able to reach halfway around. With another spurt of pre, I noticed his fingers slightly pushed farther apart.

“It…it won’t stop until I…”

“Not my first rodeo,” I cut him off, entering the stall fully and closing the door behind me. “Do you mind if I help?” I asked, gesturing to his angry purple cockhead.

He nodded enthusiastically in relief and anticipation, his face contorting as another spasm hit.

Even with my repertoire of accidental and deliberate magical augmentations, I could only extend my jaw so far, struggling to make it several inches down his massive member, starting slow and building with intensity.

A little help here? I asked Synt, who responded with gusto, my mouth and throat suddenly seeming to defy the laws of physics as I eased farther and farther down the shaft. Finance bro was blissfully unaware of the pocket dimension that his dick had now fully disappeared into as his head lolled back in ecstasy.

“No one’s…been able to do this…in so long,” he muttered as his breath became erratic and he began involuntarily thrusting into me.

I worked my way diligently up and down, now moaning along with him in pleasure as I swallowed his impossible schlong. His whole body began to spasm with burgeoning orgasm, blasting several shots of jizz directly into my throat that I hungrily gulped, hoping whatever this pocket dimension situation was could also handle his huge load.

I pulled myself off his dick, his mushroom head emerging from my lips with a pop. But as his eyes rolled back and his breathing continued to crescendo, I realized he wasn’t done. Those had actually been the initial volleys to what turned into a geyser of cum, gushing uncontrollably against the wall for at least another thirty seconds, rope after rope splattering behind him as he tried desperately to bite back a primal scream that would have definitely alerted the rest of the establishment (and maybe even the offices above).

Finally, he spent his load, visibly exhausted. He leaned his head back as his dick began to mercifully deflate, landing softly on his face and leaving a trail of slime as it shrank to a much smaller, but massive by any other standards, flaccid state.

I heard a loud gurgle emanate from my belly full of jizz, along with a wave of disorientation that left me leaning against the wall for support. Noticing this, he came back to his senses, his blissed out grin fading into self-conscious clarity.

“This uh, happens sometimes,” he said, with an air of comically misplaced masculine professional decorum that was so out of place I may have actually laughed out loud.

“Sometimes?” I repeated, as he carefully maneuvered his donkey dick back into what looked like a specially made pouch running along his pant leg. My stomach gurgled again, louder this time, and the wave of disorientation came along with a full body spasm. I felt my muscles tensing and becoming denser with muscle as my body stretched against the fabric of my carefully fitted clothes, my ass expanding to press up against the door behind me. When I came back to my senses, I recognized the wave of disorientation as a sudden growth spurt, leaving me a couple inches taller. This might as well happen, I thought, taking note of how the top edge of the stall was now right at eye level. During my brief ordeal, finance bro had jumped up to support me with arms that were much stronger than they looked, a bold move seeing as I had already towered over him.

“...Yeah, no idea,” he said, as if referring to a WiFi outage and not a magnitude jumping jizz volcano baseball bat dick that also apparently had its own growth powers. “Hey, uh, text me sometime,” he added, then materialized a business card in his hand, and slipped it into my pocket. “You were amazing.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and a jocular pat on my butt, then turned to stroll out of the bathroom like he hadn’t just painted the wall with cum.

Men. I managed to be exasperated in spite of being wildly horny, not to mention mildly worried about the magic mega wang that I had accidentally set loose on the city. Maybe I should follow up with him, just to fill him in on this whole situation, I thought. But it seems like he’s actually doing fine.

Mmhm, came a self-satisfied smirk from my companion.

I cleaned myself up as best I could, debating whether I should leave a tip with a note attached apologizing for the large puddle of jizz in the middle stall. As I looked myself over in the mirror, I noticed that while I had grown, it hadn’t been by that much in terms of basic physical metrics, but I seemed…more powerful. Like inherently I knew my musculature was much more capable than it looked–and it looked like I was verging on pro bodybuilder. “Super dick,” I mused, with a wry smile.

I came out to see my bathroom dalliance strolling coolly down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the window, heading back to the pretentious coupe that started all this. I tossed what was left of my lunch, walked out, grabbed my bike, and resolved to make it back to the office without incident.

—

Incident came ten minutes later as I pulled up to a stoplight and found myself parked behind my cyclist friend. Now it was my turn to fall into a trance at the sight of his toned, heart shaped bubble butt.

“Can’t blame ya,” he said with a wink.

And now it was my turn to blush as I was caught staring. My encounter with the finance bro had left me even more riled up with still no release, and I was losing any cool I thought I had.

“We’ve, uh, gotta stop meeting like this,” I said with a nervous chuckle as I caught his gaze.

“No, we can definitely keep meeting like this,” he retorted.

“Cute and confident,” I said. So it was a meet-cute. “Aren’t you at work right now?” I teased. “Or is the messenger bag just for show?”

“For you, I’m on break,” he said with a defiant smile.

“Oh so this is just your workout,” I replied, deciding to test the waters for a little fun. “You’re not skipping leg day apparently.”

“Look who’s talking!” he exclaimed with mock surprise. “You sure you’re not an Olympic cyclist with those yams?”

“Yams? It’s all aesthetic, you’ve definitely got me beat.”

And there it was. I felt Synt’s power slip out, my eyes widening in realization. How did I not catch that? I thought.

Time–the relative timespace of this conversation between me and my bike messenger crush–seemed to slow down and shift textures. Through Synt’s extrasensory abilities, I could again see timelines breaking, shifting, and reforming in the space around the cyclist’s lower half. His quads, hams, and glutes–especially glutes, I noticed–seemed to pixelate and come back together as they found the path of least resistance to match Synt’s interpretation of my command. I stared, awestruck, as his musculature seemed to inflate in real time as it moved through temporal lenses, his cargo pants adjusting along with the growing shelf of ass overtaking his bike seat, until suddenly they were replaced with lycra, stretched tight across a colossal booty. Still the same heart shaped ass, just scaled up and disproportionately juicy on top of some serious hamstrings.

“Haha, guess so,” he said, with the air of someone used to people staring blankly at his huge cakes. “Honestly, I thought this bike gig would slim me down some, but it just seemed to make things worse.” He patted one round cheek, sending a jiggle through his lycra shorts that could stop traffic.

The light changed, signaling that the meet-cute was drawing to a close.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said. “Name’s Devon.”

“Uh, David,” I responded, as he kicked off and cruised through the green light. I stood entranced by the ass I had just magically inflated, before I got myself together and headed off in a different direction back towards my office.

You know I didn’t mean that, I said to Synt, who didn’t seem to care.

---

I did feel somewhat relieved as I jogged up the stairs of my building, yet still in persistent need of some sort of relief. Finding the door slightly open, I was pleasantly surprised to find just the person who could tide me over.

“Lee!” I exclaimed. “Thank god you’re here. You down for a quickie?”

“That’s not why I’m here,” he responded. “But, I mean, yeah,” he followed up, long dick jumping down his pant leg in anticipation. Lee lounged against my desk, his lithe body posted up casually as he flipped through some book that he had happened to grab off the shelf, probably bored waiting for my return. Instead of the usual easy smile with an undercurrent of indulgent lust, he looked all business, like he had an important message. “Did you get my emails? My texts?” he asked. “We had some…interesting preliminary findings from the artifact that Blake brought in. Wait, are you taller?”

“Interesting how?” I asked, stripping off my leggings before remembering to kick the door closed behind me. “And yes, I’ll fill you in on the latest.”

He shut the book, leveling a look of tentative excitement in my direction, briefly obscured as he whipped his shirt off. “We need to go do some fieldwork.”

#male tf #ass growth #butt growth #dick growth

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Ramallah, West Bank. March 1988

Four Israeli soldiers were dragging a young Palestinian man toward their jeep. The young man was screaming and telling the soldiers that he did not throw stones. Occasionally, the soldiers would kick the young man and beat him as he did not voluntarily walk with them toward the vehicle, where he was likely to be driven away for more beatings and imprisonment. People gathered around and many were screaming at the soldiers to let him go. Then comes a young lady carrying an infant. The lady rushes through the crowd and she begins to scream at the young man: "I told you it was too dangerous to leave the house today. But you did not listen to me; you have never listened to me." The lady then proceeded to tell the soldiers to beat him up and to take him away as he deserves to learn a lesson.

Then, in anger, the young lady throws her infant baby into the young man's arms and declares: "Here is your girl, take her and go to Hell. I do not want to see you again ever. I am going to my own family and I don't want you to try to see me again. I want nothing but a divorce from you." The young lady then runs away and disappears. The four soldiers then talked to each other in Hebrew and, evidently, decided to let the young man go after a few harsh warnings. Then they drove away. The young man tried to calm the crying baby down and looked around for her mother. Perhaps ten minutes passed before the mother reappeared to take her baby back from the man saying: "Go in peace, young man."

Questioned by the author about the incident, the young man says: "I have never seen that woman before in my life."

From the article "The Nature of the Palestinian Intifada" by Jamal R. Nassar

#this article was written literally when the intifada was taking place so its not super relevant but i thought the opening was really #interesting #i just like hearing intifada stories like this

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hi love could you maybe write something with jamal musiala x girlfriend reader where she's 2 years older than him and has older male Friends and jamal sees a instagram Story of reader and them at a Club he's so jelous and calls her so many times and comes to take her home with him💃❤

Hello! I wrote the best I could. Hope you enjoy it xx

Cinderella and Prince Charming

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader Warnings: None, I think

He thought that with time he would understand it, accept it and move on, but he did not. You were two years older than him, it was not a lot, to be honest, but he knew that you were more mature and had your ideas ordered in life, not like him. You just finished a degree and planned to study a master on September; You even sent a CV to work in a company specialized on your career, currently waiting for an answer. However, he was a kid in front of the world, even in front of his teammates, but could he blame them? Not really. He played football, yes, and he was living his dream, but football, as F1, or basketball and any sport, the day of tomorrow was uncertain; one day you are at the top of the world, and the next, no one knew about you any more. That was his biggest insecurity, that you were around people similar to you, ordered, mature and responsible, and that if you ever left him for one of your old friends, it could be justified.

He was leaving the locker room, after a tough session with his club, when he heard the notification sound from his phone. The message he didn't want to read appeared before his eyes, “Sorryyy! Tonight I’m going to the club with my uni friends. What about tomorrow evening? Ily x” he asked you to meet after a long time apart from each other; he was travelling and playing the last matches of the Bundesliga, while you were finishing the last exams of the degree, however, you had another plans and he was jealous. Yes, jealous. Not so much about you going to club, that was the least of the matters, he also went to clubs, but jealous of all these college friends, who shared their life ideas with you, hobbies and could actually understand you when you speak about your subjects and exams, something that Jamal could not.

After some hours, he had dinner, played some video games and even started a novel that you left the last time you stayed. He was waiting for a last message from you that could assure him that you were at home, fine and safe. To “kill time”, he entered Instagram, a place where you could spend hours that felt like minutes, just like TikTok or Twitter. He made a mistake; the first user that appeared was yours, he opened the video and there was a video you “re-uploaded”: you were there with your, he would say: "amazing, black dress," and you were smiling next to Robert, one of those uni friends. Robert was tall and had black hair that highlighted his green eyes – he was the one who Jamal hated the most, to be honest. Both of you were laughing out loud about something Mary, at the other said, told you. "That Robert” as he called him sometimes, had his arm around your shoulders, while you drunk from your glass.

It was 2 AM, and he started to assume that he would have to drink three cups of coffee before going to the training session, a heart attack was better than an angry Tuchel. He started to worry as you were never this late from clubbing; you enjoyed it, but you would quickly get out as the environment, the strong smell of alcohol and specially your heels would stress you and send you home in three hours. Jamal started calling you, no answer received.

After 17? 18? or 20? – he lost the counting – calls, he went to his bedroom to get changed. He knew which club you frequented, since he picked you up more than once. On his way, he prayed to God that you would be there, and most importantly, that you would be fine.

He entered the club; the ambient was anxious to him, and he understood why he enjoyed these places only when he was wasted and laughing at any of Müller’s jokes. He quickly localized you and your friends, and he felt relieved when Robert was not here, or that Robert. He called your name and your friends to catch all the group’s attention.

“Jamal!” You shouted as you saw his familiar figure walking towards you, “I am so glad you are here” you hugged him, or rather threw yourself on him

“Oh Lord!” He quickly caught you, “Are you drunk?” A silly question, really, your face said more than enough

“Only a bit” You let out a small laugh

“Alright, now” He held you better, trying to put your arms on his waist and his on your shoulders, but you weren’t helping “y/n please help me, so we can go out, okay?” He pleaded, you nodded, but you didn’t help.

Both of you left that and ambient and you finally smiled when you felt the cool air outside

“You’re my príncipe” You smiled at him

“Príncipe?” He tried to repeat with a Spanish accent

“Maya said it means prince, so you are my prince because you came and saved me from that place”

“Why didn’t you answer? I called you a hundred times” He asked you as you he made your way towards the car

“You did?” You asked confused and took your phone from your purse, “Let me see… oh! It doesn’t work Jamal” You gave him your phone as you pouted

“I think it just doesn’t have battery” He gave you the phone back and smiled as he saw the car closer, but then he heard you sobbing “No y/n! Why are you crying, what happened?”

“My heels are killing me, I might bleed and lose a lot of blood” You let out as he opened the car’s door

“But don’t cry, look we’re here already” He helped you to sit down, “now we remove this heels, and we go home to rest, alright?” He cleaned your tears and left a small kiss in your check, before kneeling in front of you to take off those heels.

“I am Cinderella” You said as he gave you small smile

“I would be your Prince Charming any day”

Once at home, he gave an aspirin and a big glass of water, he changed your clothes to a comfortable big shirt of his that, and a Bayern sweatpants, he may appear murdered in the morning because you were a Borussia Dortmund fan, but he didn’t have anything else.

For Jamal, it was enough that you would spend the night between his arms.

Not Musiala scoring that last minute gol! (imagine the scenario in this context) Not a Bundesliga fan but my heart breaks for Reus.

About F1: Praying for Alonso's 33 and finally!! they are in my city, Sainz and Fernando are home, looking forward for a beautiful race

I hope you guys enjoyed it x. Any comments about my writing are welcome. Thanks for reading! and, btw I couldn't think about a better title.

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Recovery - Chapter 26

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader has left the country to try and deal with her breakup with Em. She thinks it's over until she gets a call... from Hailie.

Tags : ANGST, Comfort

Y/N’s POV

You’d been back in France for a few months and you were finally a doctor. You had successfully defended your doctoral dissertation over zoom and it was one of the happiest, most relieving days of your entire life. It was quite an accomplishment and you felt extremely proud. Of course, it wasn’t the whole ordeal it would have been if you had stayed in Michigan : the university would have organized a designated event and you would have invited a lot of people to celebrate this milestone with you. Instead, it had been you, wearing a blazer in front of your computer for a Zoom call with the jury, while people you knew watched the livestream. It was a little sad, for sure, but ultimately, you knew that coming back to France was the best decision for your mental health.

The breakup with Marshall had taken quite a toll on you and you had not been able to function properly. Everything made you think of him and you had come to the conclusion that you would never heal if you had constant reminders. Talia and Jamal were sad to let you go, but they did it for your sake. Also, you did not want to impose and be a burden for your best friends. A few weeks after the breakup, things had gotten so bad that Talia had to help you shower and monitor your eating. Back then, you weren’t doing much : trying to work on your dissertation and crying, only sleeping when you were exhausted. It wasn’t a proper way to live and you knew it. Hence your decision to go back to France and live with your Dad. For university as well as most people you knew, the official reason for your departure was that you had family issues that required your presence. It was a blatant lie and you felt guilty, but you did what you had to do to go forward. Everyone had been nice and supportive, especially people you knew from the studio. Even Paul was kind to you and, when Jamal told him you were leaving, he even offered for you to take the private jet. You had refused, but you appreciated the thought, even though you suspected that he just wanted to make sure that you were leaving for good and wouldn’t be a disturbance to Marshall’s work life.

Regardless of the distance, your friends came through for your dissertation defense and they watched the livestream as you achieved your long-term ambition of becoming a doctor. You were truly touched by everyone’s support. They had even sent gifts to be delivered to your place the day after. You were treated to bottles of champagne (from people who did not know you were sober), gourmet baskets, bouquets of flowers… The biggest gift of all, though, came from Marshall.

FLASHBACK

Upon landing in Paris, you found that Marshall had tried to reach you while you were on the flight. Of course, you had the urge to call him back, after all the texts you had sent.

Hello ? You heard his sleepy voice say on the phone.

Oh my God, am I waking you up ? You asked as you were suddenly reminded of the time difference.

Mmmh yeah, he said. It’s ok though. Thanks for calling me back.

Sorry I missed your call, you said sheepishly. I just landed in Paris.

How was the flight ? He asked.

Good. Got an upgrade so I flew in business class instead of the coach, so it was pleasant.

Good, he said softly. Look, I… I’m sorry it took so long for you to get a hold of me. I completely unplugged and by the time I checked my phone, you were gone. I want you to know that I would have come and said goodbye. I was too late.

Thank you, you whispered in a sigh of relief. I thought you didn’t want to see me…

Of course I did, he replied. Also, thank you for the package. Jamal gave it to me and I’m… speechless. You know what I mean ? It means so much. I’m touched.

You’re welcome, you said. I was afraid it would be too much.

It’s definitely too much, he said with a small laugh. You shouldn’t spend too much on me. But the pen and the notebook are beautiful.

I’m glad you like them. They made me think of you. I was saving them for your birthday, but… You know.

I should have been the one treating you to fancy stuff, he mumbled. If I’d known you’d be leaving, I would at least have arranged for you to fly private.

I know, you said softly. Paul offered the jet when he knew I was leaving, but I refused.

Marshall went silent on the phone for a few seconds - enough to make you wonder if he had actually hung up on you.

I see. I read your letter. I get it, he said.

I’m sorry, you said flatly.

I’m sorry, Y/N… I wish I had known you were struggling. I wish you would have called me.

I couldn’t, you replied in a creaky voice. It’s too hard, Marshall.

I know, he said softly. But just so you know… You being on another fucking continent doesn’t mean I’m not here if you need, alright ? You can call me if you need anything. I mean it.

Promise I will, if I ever need a plane, you chuckled.

You know what I mean, he said sternly.

I do. Thank you, you said softly.

Anyway… Congratulations are in order, I guess ? You’re finally done with your work, he said.

I am, you said with a smile. Thank you.

Thank you for the acknowledgement, too. That was the sweetest thing ever, he said softly.

Not too cheesy ?

Just enough, he said with a laugh. Jamal told me you’d do the whole defense over Zoom and that they’d be watching. Can I watch too ? You know, I would have loved to be here on your big day if it had been in Detroit.

Please don’t, you found yourself saying. I appreciate the support but I just can’t do it if I know you’re watching.

I get it, he said sheepishly. But I know you’ll do great. I’ll be thinking of you. I always am anyway…

Thank you, Marshall, you said in a whisper. I always think about you too…

I read that, yeah, he whispered back.

Silence again.

I should probably let you sleep, you said.

…Ok, he replied. Thank you for calling, Y/N. Take care, alright ?

Bye, you said softly.

You heard him hang up the phone and whispered “I love you”, on the verge of tears. Now that you were back in France, something painful hit you : it may be the place that you were born, but it wasn’t home. Home was the place you had left six weeks ago. Home was Marshall. And now, you had to start all over again.

END OF FLASHBACK

About a week after your dissertation defense, you received the most enormous package you had ever seen in your life. You weren’t even sure how it could have been handled by the postal services. It contained the biggest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen - some real Dubaï Housewife Instagram stuff - a black velvet box containing an exquisite diamond solitaire necklace, as well as a gorgeous watch from Cartier. Of course, it was from Marshall. You didn’t even need to read the card. He knew this watch was your dream one - the one you wanted to get when you had achieved something significant, when you truly became successful. The box also contained a letter, written in his penmanship that you loved so much :

“Dear Y/N,

It’s my turn to make a big gesture. Congratulations on your achievement. You were absolutely amazing (unsurprisingly so). I might have hidden in a corner of the room when Talia and Jamal watched your defense (hope you don’t get mad at me). I hope you like the necklace, though it won’t do you justice. The watch is set in the Detroit time zone, just in case you want to call any of us. We’re all thinking of you. Especially me.

Love you always,

Marshall.”

You immediately sent him a thank-you text and the two of you texted for a bit but you didn’t really keep in touch. In the following weeks, your former roommates mentioned him when you were on the phone, but that was about it. You didn’t really know what he was up to, although you guessed he was working, as usual. The only other type of information that you had was from his official social media accounts so, really, there was no way for you to know how he was actually doing, apart from tweets about the Lions games and a few Instagram posts managed by his team.

Weeks went by and you received a package from Shady Records. It contained a CD version of the new album as well as a small box with a vintage portable CD player and Beats headphones, along with a note from Marshall.

“Dear Y/N,

I don’t know if you’re old enough to own anything that can play a CD, so I included one of my own players for you to listen to the album (take good care of it, it’s one of my favorites). We’re finally done with the new album. Thank you for every minute you spent in the studio, for all the time you spent encouraging and listening to me and for all the times you listened to some of these tracks. This album would not be the same without you.

Love,

Marshall.

PS : whenever you get a CD, always check the booklet :)”

You knew the album was coming. Jamal had mentioned it, although he was probably not supposed to, knowing how secretive Marshall and his team could be about this. However, holding a physical copy of the album felt different, not to mention how thoughtful and personal the gift from Marshall was. You immediately opened the case and looked at the track list. It included some of the songs you liked the most - some of which you had actually witnessed the recording of. You remembered the times you gave him your opinion and it seemed like he had taken it in consideration. There were some newly recorded tracks as well.

Before listening, you took a look at the booklet. You found your name in the acknowledgement section.

“To Y/N. Thank you for everything. You deserve a whole album, but I hope a song will do. Check track n.12”.

Curiosity got the best of you and, of course, it was the first track you listened to, as you skipped the first eleven ones. It was a track you had never heard before, so you could only assume it was recorded after your breakup. It was a feature with Skylar Grey, a dark, sad yet beautiful love song. It seemed like a conversation between two lovers parting ways. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a line you distinctively remembered writing in your letter : “Every little thing is a reminder of what once was and will never be again. And being reminded that I had everything and lost it all is too much pain”.

You shed an emotional tear at the idea that your letter had inspired him to write such beautiful, yet sad lyrics. You listened to the whole album with your eyes closed, letting Marshall’s soothing voice fill your ears. You had always liked the way he could play with his voice, conveying so many different emotions. For a minute, it seemed like he was in the room with you.

Once you were done, you immediately texted him. With a newly released album, there was no doubt that he would be busy and you didn’t want to disturb him.

To M : Thank you or the album. And the CD player. And the acknowledgement. And track 12. Loved every second. PS : Let me know if you ever need a ghostwriter again 🙂

Much to your surprise, he responded immediately.

From M : Glad you liked it. Though I should tell you that ghostwriters usually aren’t credited.

To M : For you ? I’ll skip the credit. Just write me a big, FAT check.

From M : Check the booklet again… Credit section. Is wire transfer ok ? 🙂

Your heart skipped another beat. He didn’t… Did he ?!

You looked at the credits for the song and noticed that the list was surprisingly short compared to the rest of the album, prompting you to think that fewer people had been involved in the making of the track. It mentioned Marshall, Jamal, Skylar Grey and… yourself. Your name was mentioned as a lyricist.

Without a second thought, you FaceTimed Marshall who immediately picked up with a smile on his face.

You didn’t !!! You exclaimed.

I did, he said with a chuckle. That’s your line after all.

You didn’t need to credit me !

You know I give credit where it’s due, he replied. I’ll send a contract your way. I can even get Paul to talk numbers with you. Just keep it reasonable, ok ? It’s one line.

I don’t want money, you said with a laugh. I just can’t believe you did this. You turned a part of my letter into a song and dedicated that stuff to me ! That’s just…

Yeah ?

Well that’s crazy, you simply said.

Well I’m crazy about you, you know ? He mused.

After all this time ?

Always.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Harry Potter reference ? You giggled.

You’ve been on my back about these movies and how I haven’t seen all of them so I caught up, he chuckled. I actually watched the last one a few days ago.

You should read the books now, you said.

Not a chance.

You stared at the screen and watched his face, or at least the part you could see, since he was holding his phone in weird angles, as the boomer and technophobe he very much was. He seemed to have lost a bit of weight but you weren’t too sure.

Y/N ? He asked as you went silent.

Sorry, you said. I’m a bit tired.

Yeah, you look like a panda, he said with a smile. Or a raccoon.

That’s what happens when you make me cry with your music and acknowledgements, you replied as you playfully rolled your eyes.

Her smiled and chuckled. Hearing his laugh was medicine. Talking to him felt good too. It was the first time you felt alive in weeks.

What are you doing ? You asked. Did I wake you up ?

Nope, it’s still daytime here, he said. I’m at home, resting a little and packing my bag for some promo tour. I have a couple interviews planned in New York and LA next week. We’re also looking at actual tour dates for this autumn.

That’s soon, you pointed out.

Yeah, it’s a surprise tour, he said. A small one. Just a couple of dates here and there, US and Europe, to see if I can still attract the crowds, I guess.

Of course you can, you scoffed. People are going to go crazy. Are you excited ?

Yeah, I like performing, he said with a smile. I don’t really like tour life, though. I’m just afraid I’m a bit rusty. I haven’t done that in a while.

You’ll do great, you said reassuringly. A couple of sold out stadiums and you’re good. Where are you performing ?

So far, I think we have Detroit, New York, LA, Berlin, London and Amsterdam, he explained. We’re also talking about some festival dates, but that’ll be for next summer. We’ll see.

You found yourself a little sad that he didn’t mention Paris. It would have been the perfect excuse and opportunity to see him perform. After all, he was known to put on quite a show. But perhaps it was for the best. Maybe it was a bad idea. After all, you had literally fled to another country so that you could heal from your breakup. Talking to him was one thing, but seeing him in person was another.

How about you ? He asked. What’s up with your career ?

My career as a lyricist ? You joked. It’s going great.

Seriously, I want to know, he said with a smile.

Not much. I teach a couple of hours a week at university, you said. It’s not a fancy position or anything, and it’s actually ending soon, but it’s the best I could find. I’ll have to apply to other jobs.

Your students must be lucky to have you, he mused.

I’m kind of a bitch when it comes to grading, you chuckled.

Do you enjoy it ?

Love it, you said with a genuine smile. I can’t wait to have an actual job in the field and make a living out of it.

You don’t, yet ? He asked.

Right now, I don’t work much so the income is not the best, you admitted. But it’s fine.

You manage to pay the rent alright ?

I’m living with my Dad so I don’t need to, you shrugged. Plus, you know me, I’m not high maintenance so it’s fine, really…

You know, if you need money…, he began.

I don’t, you said.

Let me at least pay you for the lyrics, he offered.

Not a chance, you said sternly. If you give me a dime, it means you’re sending the letter back and you don’t want it.

Fine, he groaned. But can you promise me you’ll be alright ?

Yes. Promise me you will be alright ?

Promise. I’m sorry, I have to go, he said with a sad voice. The girls are coming to my place.

Enjoy, you said softly. It was great talking to you.

Thanks. Take care, alright ?

Take care.

The call ended and, for the first time in weeks, you had an actual smile on your face. You were happy you got to see him and hear his voice. You were also giddy and emotional over the fact that you had a song on his album that you could actually claim as yours. It was by far the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you.

Weeks went by and you got a chance to catch a few interviews of Marshall talking about his new record. Obviously, it was doing really well in sales and streams and fans were obsessing over it - yet another surprise album he had quietly dropped after years of anticipation. Track number 12 turned out to be a fan favorite too. You liked watching the interviews as it allowed you to, once more, see and hear him. It was almost like a guilty pleasure and you could get where his Stans were coming from. He was always fascinating. By watching them, you could confirm that he had lost quite a bit of weight. He still looked good, obviously - to you he always did. But you did notice a few comments about his appearance. Some said he looked sick and tired. One journalist even confronted him about it.

I have to ask, because the Internet is obsessing over it at this point, man. You have lost some weight haven’t you ?

Yeah, I have, he confirmed quietly.

Are you on some sort of diet ?

Nope. I’m just eating healthy, exercising… staying in shape, you know ?

So you’re healthy ? Everyone seems worried about you.

I’m good, he chuckled. I’m just not twenty anymore, you know. I’ve been working a lot on the record so that’s probably where the extra wrinkles and dark circles come from. Plus, i kind of had to get fitter. We’ve been shooting a couple of music videos and, at this point, I can officially announce that we’re going on a few surprise dates to perform in a few months, so… if people want to make sure I’m healthy, just come to the shows, ok ? There’s gonna be some dates in the US, UK and Europe, to be announced really really soon.

He smiled as the audience clapped and easily got the conversation to shift.

It's quite a surprise isn’t it ? The journalist asked. We haven’t seen you perform in forever !

I have to get back into it, right ? I miss the fans, the energy. Recording music is great, but performing, it’s another thing. I like both, you know ?

Why didn’t you plan more dates ? And why so soon ?

As I said, man, I have to get back into it. I didn’t want to wait too long to perform the new tracks and that’s kind of the downside when you drop surprise albums like that, you can’t exactly plan a tour easily. Otherwise people will know about what’s coming. Plus, I’m at a point where I’d like to see if I can still sell out venues without advertising a year and a half in advance.

The interviewer went on to ask some more questions about the tour but Marshall wouldn’t give too much information.

Eventually, the interview ended and you had to refrain yourself from actually searching for the tour dates and booking tickets for whatever show. You knew it would probably be a mistake. Plus, even though you weren’t strapped for cash, you couldn’t really afford concert tickets and travel. It wouldn’t be reasonable. After a while, you ended up realizing that watching those interviews on loop was messing with your brain. It only made you miss him more and it wasn’t helping you to get better. You were still struggling, even though it was not as bad as when you had left Detroit. You had lost quite a bit of weight too - about thirty pounds to be exact and, even though you fought hard to stay clean, you didn’t exactly lead the healthiest of lifestyles, barely eating and struggling to sleep at night, only passing out when you were exhausted.

You figured out it was yet another thing to recover from : your addiction to Marshall Bruce Mathers III. You had to, otherwise you would never move forward. Although, as time flew by, you couldn’t help but think that leaving him was your biggest mistake. You didn’t care about kids and marriage nearly as much as you cared about him. But you had to move on. What was done was done, you were in another country and there was no going back.

At some point, you stopped checking the interviews, even unfollowed him on social media. Eventually, you stopped mentioning him and his music altogether when you spoke with Talia and Jamal. You decided that denial may be the best option you had for the time being. The only thing you did indulge in was track number 12. But only because you were one of the lyricists, so that made it ok, right ? Right ?

A couple more months went by and it was autumn. You fought against the thought that Marshall would soon be in Europe. Closer than ever. Your contract with university had not been renewed and, in spite of a lot of applications, you hadn’t found a job yet. So you were left alone with your intrusive thoughts and spent most of your days mindlessly watching movies and reading books. You didn’t go out much and most of your social interactions were through your phone, with Talia and Jamal. When it rang, you picked up without even looking at the caller ID. Who else would call anyway ? Hiring season was over, so it wouldn’t be for a job.

What’s up Talia ? You asked as you closed your book.

It’s not Talia, you heard Hailie’s voice say.

Your heart immediately began to race. If she was calling you, it couldn’t be good. After your last interactions, it was clear that she wasn’t your biggest fan and wouldn’t be calling to check up on you and have some girly chat anytime soon. For a second, you were worried that she was calling to tell you something awful had happened to Marshall.

Oh my God, what’s wrong ? What happened to him ? You immediately asked.

What ? She asked.

You’re calling me. We both know it can’t be good.

You heard her sigh on the other end of the phone.

You’re right, it’s not, she said.

What’s wrong ?

What’s wrong is that Dad is miserable without you, she stated. What’s wrong is that you left him months ago and now he is a mess.

I was trying to do the right thing, you said sheepishly. I guess you made some pretty valid points, Hailie...

Look, I hate to admit it, but I was wrong about some of it, she said in an annoyed voice. I guess you made him happy and that you were good for him after all. I’m… sorry for saying some of those mean things.

Thank you, you whispered.

Did you really love him ? She asked.

Of course, you said. With all of my heart.

Do you still ?

I… Yeah, you sighed. I do.

Then I need a favor, she said.

You were surprised. Hailie calling you was the last thing you expected. Especially not for a favor. You knew how proud she could be.

Go on, you said. I can’t promise I’ll say yes, though.

Will you please come to the Amsterdam show ? She asked. It’s the last of the tour and it falls on his birthday.

Do you think it’s a good idea ? You asked. I’m not even sure he would want me there.

He still loves you, Y/N, she sighed. Of course he would want to see you. Look… Do you want to be with him or not ?

You sighed. Of course you wanted to be with him. In fact, it was the only certainty you had about your future : that you actually wanted to be with him. You had done a lot of soul-searching in the past months, and you had come to the conclusion that, even though you had always wanted to get married and have kids, you didn’t care as much about your hypothetical future husband and kids as much as you cared about Marshall. When you imagined your future, you only saw him. You had ever met anybody as good for you as him.

Y/N ? Hailie asked after you’d been silent for a minute.

Sorry, you said. Yes, I do. I want to be with him.

Then please come to Amsterdam and get back with Dad, she said. He needs you. I’m still mad at you, but I’m not too proud to admit that you were good for him after all. Looking back, I had never seen him so happy than when you were in his life.

Are you actually giving me your blessing to date your dad ? You asked in disbelief.

Don’t read too much into it, she said in an annoyed voice. If you’re what it takes to make him happy again, I will find a way to put up with you. I’ll e-mail you with your plane tickets and we’ll discuss the details later ok ?

I’ll get my own, you said with sass. I would hate for you to think that I’m taking advantage of your family money.

Please shut up, she groaned. I’m doing my best to be nice to you and you’re not making it easy. I will book your tickets and you will accept them.

Thank you, you said as you eased up a little.

I’ll talk to you soon, ok ? For the details of the surprise and stuff, Hailie said.

Ok, you said. By the way… I heard you guys were engaged. Congratulations.

Oh you heard about that ? She asked as you could hear her smile. Congrats on the PhD.

Thank you.

You smiled. You were pretty sure she still despised you, but at least, these words meant that you could be civil towards one another. After another exchange of words, you said your goodbyes and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. After nearly six months apart, you were going to see the love of your life.

In the following weeks, leading up to your trip to Amsterdam, you were a nervous mess and Talia spent a lot of time on the phone with you, convincing you that it was, indeed, a good idea. For the first time in months, you were looking forward to something and it was quite a feat. Hailie had booked first class tickets from Paris to Amsterdam, which was extremely generous. It seemed like she was intent on making it a good surprise for Marshall and convincing you to come. She even texted back and forth with you to make sure you were actually coming and would not miss the flight. She even bought a fancy hotel room for you, just in case.

When you got out of the plane, she was waiting for you, along with Stevie and Alaina. The reunion with Hailie was a bit awkward but her sisters were all smiles. You made small talk in the car that was taking you from Schiphol Airport to the hotel everyone was staying at.

How was your flight ? Hailie asked in an attempt to make small talk.

It was good, you said shyly. Thank you again for the first class ticket. I would have flown in economy, though. It’s a short trip.

Well, we want the surprise to go well, Stevie giggled. Putting you in a good mood is part of the plan.

Shouldn’t you be spending the day with him ? You asked.

We arrived in Amsterdam yesterday to surprise him, Alaina explained. We also spent this morning with him but now he is doing sound-checks and rehearsals. He won’t even notice we’re gone.

So, what’s the plan ? You asked.

We have a few hours before the show, Hailie said. We’ll sneak you in the arena with a bit of help from Porter and Paul. We’ll hide in the crowd during the show and go backstage afterwards, so that you can go and see him.

Ok, you said nervously.

You stared at the three of them. The whole situation was definitely weird.

Don’t be nervous, Alaina said with a smile. It’ll be fine.

It’s been six months, you said sheepishly. What if he’s mad at me ?

He’s not mad at you, Hailie said softly. He misses you. A lot.

Are you sure ?

In the past few months, we’ve never seen him as happy as the few times he got off the phone with you or texted you, Stevie said.

You know about that ? You asked in confusion.

Here’s the thing about Dad, Hailie said with a grin. He believes he’s not letting on, but he sucks at hiding anything from us.

Doesn’t help that he doesn’t know how to lock his phone, Stevie giggled.

So you… snooped ?

Believe me, if you’d seen him, you’d have done the same thing, Hailie sighed. At some point, I was scared that he would relapse or something. So I checked his phone to make sure he didn’t have a drug dealer. That’s how I saw your texts. So I told my sisters.

And as time went on and he wasn’t doing better, we decided to help the two of you get back together, Alaina said.

Was it that bad ? You asked in a worried voice.

He’s a bit better now, Alaina said reassuringly. Touring helps getting his mind off things. But yeah… He wasn’t doing too good.

You nodded. You had no idea it was that bad. The thought of him being unhappy broke your heart. After all, on the rare occasions the two of you had talked, he seemed to be doing alright. But obviously, you weren’t there and his daughters knew best.

I’m sorry he had to go through this, you said on the verge of tears. And you too. Do you think he will forgive me ?

It’s not your fault, Alaina said. You’re the one who left but, from what I gather, you had your reasons and relationships end all the time. We wouldn’t have had you come all this way if we weren’t sure of what we were doing. No one’s mad at you.

Well, I am, Hailie said sternly. But it’s not about Dad. So, yeah.

And how about… you girls ? You asked Alaina and Stevie, whose stance you didn’t know about.

I couldn’t care less, Stevie shrugged. I mean, it’s Dad, so it’s weird to think of him being with someone but I guess I’m glad he found someone who is actually willing to put up with him. Didn’t think it would happen, so…

Steve ! Alaina giggled. But yeah, she’s not wrong. You know, Dad was single for so long, we were a bit worried. All we want is for him to be happy.

Ok, you said shyly.

It was reassuring to know that they didn’t hate you. Still, you were a bit unsure how you should navigate the situation.

We have a few hours before the show. We can get you set in your hotel room and after, we can do some shopping and help you find an outfit if you don’t have one, Hailie offered.

You looked at your outfit. It was nothing extravagant but you had made an effort to find clothes that fit you pretty well - which was a challenge since you had lost weight and your whole closet had become at least two sizes too big. You were wearing a casual short black dress, black tights, leather boots and the jacket Marshall had bought for you in New York.

What’s wrong with my outfit ? You asked. I didn’t think I would need to dress up for an Eminem concert…

Not the concert, Alaina giggled. For Dad’s birthday dinner, tomorrow night. Hailie told you, right ?

Oh my God, I forgot, Hailie said. I’m so sorry ! I’ve been so busy with planning… So, basically, we’re just celebrating casually after the show tonight, dinner in his suite. But we’re staying and enjoying Amsterdam for a few days after, and tomorrow, we arranged for people to fly in and have dinner to celebrate Dad’s birthday as well as the album’s success. Porter is already here, obviously, but Talia and Jamal are coming too, Royce, Dre and Fifty as well.

Are you sure I should be here tomorrow ? You asked, definitely nervous. I’m happy to just leave you guys to it, you know…

Believe me, if I have to be there, so do you, Stevie chuckled.

I’m definitely having the two of you sit next to each other, Hailie sighed. It’s Dad’s birthday, make an effort. Of course you should be here, Y/N. You’re his girlfriend.

Not yet, you pointed out. We’re not even sure he wants me back. What if it goes wrong ?

It won’t, Alaina said. Just relax. Look… I shouldn’t tell you, but I know for a fact that he made plans to fly to Paris after the tour. He wanted to see you. You’re just beating him to it.

Ok, you said nervously. I’m sorry, I know I sound like a broken record, it’s just… I guess I’ll feel better when I see him.

When you got to the hotel, they took you to the room that had been booked for you. Then, they convinced you to do some shopping. Apparently, the next night’s dinner was to be held in the hotel restaurant, which was five star. You were a bit nervous since it was your first time shopping in six months but they helped you find a nice outfit.

Hours later, you were in the crowd, waiting for the show to start, nervously playing with your pendant, which had never left your neck.

Is that Dad’s pendant ? Alaina asked.

Yes, you said. He gave it to me when we first met, to wish me luck on my recovery journey. I never really took it off.

For how long have you been sober ?

Almost a year and a half now, you explained. It would have been longer but I relapsed a while ago. But Marshall… He helped me through it. And I’ve been sober ever since. I owe him everything.

Even after the breakup ? She mused.

Well, yeah… I mean, the only thing that kept me from using again and numbing the pain with pills was that I wouldn’t want him to be disappointed, you said earnestly. He changed my life. He is the reason why I got better and stuck to it.

You guys are good for each other, she pointed out.

I don’t know, you replied. But… If he lets me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be good enough for him.

Taking you by surprise, she engulfed you into a big hug.

Thank you for coming, she whispered. And thank you for loving him like this. I know Hailie is mad at you, and Stevie is just grumpy to be without her boyfriend, but… We’re really thankful for you, you know ?

You hugged her back and smiled as the show started. Suddenly, you understood what the big deal surrounding Eminem was. He was clearly born to perform and make music, he was literally oozing charisma. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and a simple black tee-shirt. Obviously, he didn’t need anything else to look good. You were literally unable to take your eyes off him.

Now, he said on the mic, we’re gonna perform a very special song. It’s my favorite one on the album and I know you guys love it. I need someone for that. Please welcome the incredible Skylar Grey, Amsterdam !!!

Everyone cheered as the singer stepped on stage and the first notes played. You knew what was coming : your song. Track 12. For three minutes and thirty seconds, the whole crowd sang along to the words of the most beautiful song ever written. It felt like they were singing it for you. You were flabbergasted and overcome with emotion : your mouth was wide open and tears were welling in your eyes. Hailie, Alaina and Stevie smiled at you, rubbing your shoulders.

Marshall and Skylar performed a couple more songs together and the show came to an end, with the crowd singing happy birthday to Marshall, who was smiling. Seeing him on stage made you fall for him all over again. When the crowd started to vacate, the girls took you backstage and Porter immediately came to greet you, as well as a few other people you knew from the studio.

We’re on a mission here, Hailie recalled. No one is supposed to see her before him. Where is he ?

Showering in his dressing room, Porter said. Paul is searching for you girls. Something about guests for tomorrow…

Can you take her while we sort this out ? She asked.

He nodded and she gave you a pat on the shoulder.

Breathe, she said.

Ok.

As Porter led you to the corridor, he made small talk.

It’s great that you could make it, he said. We all miss you at the studio, you know ?

I miss you guys too, you said with a smile. I had to go back because of some family stuff.

Quit lying, he chuckled. Marshall told me about the two of you.

Oh, you said, embarrassed to be caught in a lie. Who else knows ?

I think I’m the only one, he shrugged. Paul had suspicions, though. Here we are.

You were in front of a closed door and, suddenly, it became real : you were about to see Marshall after six months. You weren’t sure if you were about to faint or not. Before you got cold feet, Porter knocked on the door. No answer.

Bro, it’s me, he said. I have a birthday surprise for you.

Can this wait ? You heard Marshall’s voice say. I just got out the shower.

No. Open the door now, his friend insisted. Someone is here for you.

I swear, if it’s that prostitute joke, I’ll kill you.

Believe me, this one is out of my price range, Porter giggled.

The door swung open and you were faced with a shirtless Marshall, looking at you in shock, his jaw almost on the floor. You were staring at each other but none of you said a word.

I’ll leave you guys to it, Porter said with a wink. Happy birthday, man.

Hey, you whispered. Happy birthday.

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Pathetically Self-conscious Losers (SSBHM)

Themes: mutual self-consciousness, omegaverse but no mpreg mentioned

Words: 2815

Part: 1/1

Jamal swallowed heavily, instinctively sucking in his gut. He checked the address on the website again. The building number checked out, but there was nothing on the door to indicate this was what he was looking for. Uncertain, he looked around. There was an omega sitting on a shaded bench nearby. With a resigned sigh, Jamal approached him.

“Um, hi, excuse me?”

The man startled, glancing up at him and then quickly hiding behind his mop of black hair.

“Y-yes?”

“Are you waiting for the Speed Dating event as well? I’ve got the address here but I think I might be at the wrong spot.”

“Oh, no, no…” The man shook his head vehemently “I could never do that. I’m just people-watching.”

“What do you mean?” Jamal asked, feeling like this conversation was getting out of control already; this is why he hated talking to people!

“It’s nothing creepy!” The omega hastened to say, almost shoving a thick sketchpad in Jamal’s face “I draw c-comics… I mean, never mind, I’m sorry, I don’t know where your event is.”

“Can I sit down?” Jamal asked, against his better judgement.

The omega stiffened for a moment, but eventually nodded hesitantly, still hiding behind his cloud of hair. Jamal sat down, forcing himself not to grunt as his gut immediately strained against his shirt and his belt mercilessly dug into his underbelly. As casually as he could, he leaned back, spreading his thick legs slightly, to make room between them for his overhang. He saw the omega glance at his body but quickly looked away in embarrassment. Of course. Jamal was glad the omega was not looking at him anymore because he was sure his forehead was already coated with sweat.

“Are those your drawings…?” He asked, unsure why when the omega was so clearly not interested in him.

“Mhm,” He nodded, placing the book in his lap. His hand hovered over the cover for a moment before he flipped it open.

The pages were dense with all kinds of drawings, mostly of people and an occasional animal. They were done in an exaggerated, confident style with so much expression it honestly surprised Jamal.

“Wow, these are fantastic! You’re so good!” He exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

The omega finally looked at him from behind his curly mane. He smiled and Jamal glimpsed a wide flat nose, large lips and cheeks with a heavy spattering of angry acne.

“T-thanks, it’s not much…”

“I mean it, they’re really good. You’re very talented.”

The omega went to brush his hair away from his face but seemed to suddenly remember himself and dropped his hand.

“Why are you hiding behind your hair?” Jamal asked, not sure what on Earth possessed him to say that.

“I don’t like people looking at my face…”

“Because of the acne?” Again, what the fuck was going on with him, why was he suddenly Mr. Direct? And if his brain chose that day to rid him of his crippling self-doubt, couldn’t it have waited for the Speed Dating event at least?

The omega nodded.

“It’s ugly…”

“It’s not ugly.” Jamal said with conviction “It’s just skin, nobody has perfect skin.”

“Most people have better skin than me though…”

“It’s not ugly,” Jamal repeated.

The omega looked at him again. He had very large, brown eyes and arched eyebrows. Jamal had to admit, the acne was severe, but it didn’t make him any less pretty.

“I’m Omari.” The omega said.

“Jamal,” Jamal said, praying to whoever would listen that he wasn’t sweating as much as he thought he was “Ironically enough,” he added with an awkward chuckle.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Jamal means handsome in Arabic.” He explained “I was adopted, but my white mother, bless her heart, didn’t want to erase my heritage and kept it. If I’m honest I wished she gave me some generic white name like Logan or something.”

“I think it suits you,” Omari said shyly.

Jamal looked away, his face hot. His flirting was one thing, but someone flirting back? That has never happened to him in his life. Suddenly, he had the urge to run away, but his fat ass didn’t stand a chance.

Before he could come up with something to say, Omari spoke again.

“I think your event is starting.” he pointed to the building. Jamal followed his finger and sure enough, a steady line of pampered omegas and alphas in suits was pouring into the building.

“Yeah, seems like it.”

“You should go, or you will be late.”

“Or I could sit here and people-watch with you?” Who was he? Was he actually flirting with an omega he just met randomly out in public?

“But you paid for it?”

“Yeah, but it’s pointless.” He waved it off “Omegas are never interested in me anyway. I mean, obviously…”

“Why not? You’re handsome.” Omari said with the same firmness with which Jamal just told him acne didn’t matter. Were they actually flirting or were they just two self-conscious losers trying to make each other feel better?

“I’m barely 5’10 and 500 lb.” He pointed out, staring at the massive gut hanging between his legs.

“What does that have to do with you being handsome?”

“I supposed the same thing your acne has to do with you being pretty.”

Oh, dear Lord, they were both. They were pathetically self-conscious losers who WERE flirting.

“So,” Jamal said after a moment of awkward silence “Teach me to people-watch.”

Omari chuckled, breaking the awkward spell.

Somehow, an hour later, Jamal waddled to his car with an omega’s phone number in his pocket and without even going into the Speed Dating event.

Could it be, were things finally coming up Jamal?

Things were not coming up Jamal. He was trying to find something flattering to wear for his date, but everything he owned made him look like a hog trying to stuff itself into human clothes. When he managed to somewhat contain his enormous belly his love handles would pop out, if he managed to cover them, his ass would stick out ten times more than it usually did. There was a shirt that looked good both around his belly and love handles, it even went well with the only pair of pants that wasn’t obscenely tight around his massive ass, but it, in turn, made his breasts look enormous and showed off his back rolls.

He gave up with a dramatic sigh, flopping down onto the bed like a beached whale and pulled out his phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Jamal.”

“Are you cancelling the date…?” Omari sounded as if that was exactly what he was expecting.

“What? No, of course not! I was just wondering if maybe instead of a dinner we could go to a movie?”

“Oh yes, please.”

Jamal laughed.

“You sound relieved.”

“I really don’t like restaurants… Too many lights…”

“I’m not a fan of the dress code myself.”

“A movie sounds perfect.”

“Alright, I’ll check what’s playing and text you.”

He hung up and couldn’t help a relieved sigh. Sitting in the dark for two hours without Omari getting any chance to look at his huge body? Score.

When they arrived at the cinema, everything seemed perfectly fine. Jamal was hiding in his baggiest clothes and Omari was basically a head of hair without a face. The spirits were high.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen an Indiana Jones movie,” Omari said. He was almost the same height as Jamal. As if the fact he couldn’t wear anything but a 7XL hoodie didn’t make him self-conscious enough, he also had to find the tallest Omega in America.

“I don’t even know which one was the previous one” he mused.

The head of hair made a humming sound.

“I don’t know either.”

Jamal laughed but didn’t manage to reply as they were the next ones up to be served.

“Hello, two for Indiana Jones, please.”

“I’m sorry” The Beta said and her sour smile told Jamal she was the furthest thing from sorry. “There is a weight limit of 350 lb on the theatre seats.”

Jamal finally understood what it meant when people claimed their souls left their bodies.

“He’s 350 lb,” Omari said firmly.

The cashier turned her disgustingly fake smile on him.

“No, he’s not.” She said slowly, her smile turning even more fake. “I’m so sorry!”

“You could’ve told us sooner, you saw us waiting,” Omari said. “Come on” He grabbed Jamal’s hand and pulled him away. Jamal was thankful because he doubted his body could move out of its own volition.

As they were passing the queue, he heard snickers and someone shouting “fatass!” very obviously as he passed. He was sure that if his soul left his body already, it would have now left the planet entirely.

They left the cinema and began walking down the street in silence. They passed a brightly coloured Ice Cream parlour and Jamal stopped, gazing through the glass longingly.

“Oh, I could do with an ice cream cone, or three.” he let out a sigh “But I shouldn’t.”

“Neither should I”

“What? Why?” He asked, looking at Omari’s lean, delicate body.

“Flares up my acne.”

“Oh.” Jamal looked at the display cases inside for a moment longer “It’s worth it.” He said firmly.

Omari laughed. He was still holding Jamal’s hand and he now pulled him into the Ice Cream parlour.

Minutes later they were sitting in a booth waiting, having ordered at the counter.

“Isn’t the table digging into your belly?” Omari asked, cocking his head.

Jamal looked away, mortified.

“Yeah, but I don't think the chairs at the tables are sturdy enough to hold me up.” He admitted. But it was fine, his soul had already left his body a long time ago, and it couldn’t get any more humiliating.

Omari, for some unfathomable reason, dove under the table. When he emerged Jamal glimpsed one eye and a piece of mouth behind the mass of hair.

“It’s not bolted down! Just push it, I’m gonna pull it.”

Jamal wanted to protest, but the truth was, that he could barely breathe. With a nod, he pushed. Omari pulled the table towards himself and soon, although it was still a tight squeeze, Jamal could breathe.

“Thanks,” He said, meaning it.

“No problem” Omari’s warm fingers gently touched his. “I’m sorry about the theatre…”

“Nope, I’m repressing that,” Jamal said firmly.

“Alright, I respect that.” Omari nodded.

The waitress arrived, placing two Sundaes on the table. Omari’s was pretty with one blue scoop, one pink and one purple, with a swirl of whipped cream and a blueberry syrup drizzle.

“Forest fruits?” Jamal guessed.

“Wow, you really know your ice cream!”

“I really, really do.” He said with an embarrassed chuckle, patting his enormous gut.

It didn’t escape Jamal’s notice his Sundae was almost twice as large as Omari’s.

“What’s yours?” Omari asked, taking to the tippy-top of the whipped cream swirl with his spoon and popping his into his mouth. It was adorable.

“Chocolate, salted caramel, hazelnut, cookies and cream, I believe that one is just called “Twix”, we have caramel…”

“You already said caramel.”

“Oh no, no. For you see, this one is salted caramel, this one is unsalted caramel.”

Omari laughed.

“There’s peanut butter here, a classic vanilla here…”

“Peanut butter? I didn’t know they made ice cream like that.” Omari’s eye emerged from behind the hair again to peer at Jamal’s ice cream.

“Have a taste!” He offered immediately, diving expertly in, to scoop a spoonful of the specific flavour. Without thinking he outstretched the spoon to Omari. After a moment’s hesitation, the omega pulled his hair a little to the side to take Jamal’s spoon into his mouth.

“Ooooh!” Omari’s face lit up in excitement. “It’s so good!”

Jamal laughed. “I’m glad I could teach you something useful today.”

Omari smiled shyly and went to pull his hair over his face.

“Please don’t.”

One eye peered at Jamal questioningly, hand still poised halfway to his face.

“I’m super flared up right now…” Omari said weakly. It was true, his cheek was dark with inflamed cysts and zits.

“It’s okay, Omari.” He reached over the table. “Please don’t hide. I want to see your face.”

“But…”

“I want to see my date’s face.” Jamal insisted with a gentle smile, but Omari still looked terrified. “How about this, what if you just uncover your face on this side, facing the wall? Nobody will see except for me.”

With a tiny sight, Omari pushed his hair back, revealing the right side of his face fully. The acne spread his entire cheek and went up to his temple. It really was bad, he could understand why Omari was self-conscious, but at the same time… He didn’t give a fuck about it. He couldn’t even if he tried.

Omari peered at him anxiously, as if expecting Jamal would spit in his face.

“Listen, I know you won’t believe me, but I’m gonna say it anyway. Your acne doesn’t make you any less pretty. Now, eat your ice cream, before it melts.”

Omari said nothing, just took his spoon back up and scooped another spoonful of whipped cream into his mouth.

“I went on a Tinder date once” Omari said and Jamal couldn’t understand how someone could look so defeated while eating a gorgeous Sundae. Wow, he really was a fucking fatass, wasn’t he? “He saw my face and literally walked out.”

“Well, you’re in luck” Jamal said lightly “I’m not walking out of here until this Sundae is completely gone. And I’m pretty sure you’ll have to help me wedge out of this booth anyway. You should’ve gone on a date with a fatass sooner”

Omari laughed weakly.

“Hey, Jamal… You don’t have to joke about your body, you know that, right?”

“What?” He asked, unfortunately with a mouthful of chocolate drizzle and whipped cream.

“You don’t have to justify your existence with humour.”

“That was uncomfortably perceptive.”

“I told you, I people-watch a lot.”

Jamal said nothing, it was his turn to look defeated while eating ice cream.

“I think you’re very handsome,” Omari said bluntly, making Jamal almost choke with caramel ice cream. He couldn’t help but vaguely not that it would be his preferred way to die.

“Can we make a packt?”

“What?”

“I will accept that I’m handsome if you accept that you’re pretty.”

Omari stared at him. After a moment, he shrugged philosophically.

“Fine.” He said “We can make it even more interesting. “I will keep my face uncovered if you stop joking about your body.”

Jamal frowned. That would take away ninety per cent of what he had to say, but if that meant he could see Omari’s face, then he was willing to make the sacrifice.

“Deal.”

He was sweaty and stuffed uncomfortably full of ice cream, his enormous thighs were rubbing painfully together which made him waddle even more than usual. But he didn’t care, because Omari was holding his hand as they walked to the parking lot.

“This is my car,” Omari said, stopping. His face was uncovered and Jamal hungrily took every detail of it in. “I really enjoyed our date.”

“So did I, thank you for coming out with me” Jamal smiled and Omari smiled back. They stood still for a moment.

“Are you… going to kiss me or should I just get into the car and stop making it weird?” Omari laughed nervously.

“Oh!” Jamal was startled by the fact that was even an option. The only other two dates he’d ever been on ended exactly like that. With a moment of awkward silence in front of the car and no return phone calls. “I’m sorry, yes, I-I would like that.”

“Well?” Omari laughed again, spreading his arms expectedly.

“Yes, I’m sorry!” Jamal stepped up to him. He misjudged the distance and bumped Omari with his enormous gut. Omari stumbled back, landing against the driver's side door. Horrified beyond belief, Jamal surged forward to apologise but somehow ended up stumbling and crashing into the omega with his entire bulk.

“Well, that’s now exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it,” Omari said with a cheeky smile. He gently placed his hands on Jamal’s thick love handles.

Swallowing heavily, he placed one hand on Omari’s neck and the other on the back of his head; not wanting to touch his face and irritate the skin.

Turning his head slightly and with a shaky breath, he closed the distance between them and kissed Omari’s soft lips. It felt unreal.

When they parted, Omari smiled at him.

“You taste like ice cream.”

“So do you.”

They both chuckled, going back in for a second, longer kiss.

Some minutes later, Jamal waddled back to his car unable to stop the goofy smile from spreading across his face.

Things were finally coming up Jamal.

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