#having a rough go of it today lads

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

description: In which lauren james's girlfriend is not a chelsea supporter but after such a good game, how can she not give lauren a treat for her work?

smut

minors dni

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lauren james x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: language, smut, no under 18's lads, spanking, rough, slightly dom lauren, fluff, nude taking, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, strap fucking (i think that is it??)

MINORS DNI

NO UNDER 18’s

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y/n waited painfully for Lauren to join her in their bedroom, the harsh feel of the black lace fabric was hardly noticeable as she waited patiently.

Lauren finally appeared eyes directed to the floor as she opened the door and turned to lock it, not looking toward her lover who was knelt patiently on the bed.

"Right baby." Lauren began as she looked up, but all words died in her throat at the sigh staring back at her.

"I thought you deserved a reward for how well you did today." y/n smiled softly, biting her plump bottom lip. "Though don't get used to it." She added.

Lauren gulped, her mind running wild on how to permanently stick her Chelsea shirt to her lover's body. She'd always looked great in blue y/n, but right now she looked fantastic.

"Turn around." Lauren said, moving closer to the bed. y/n did as she was told, turning so Lauren could see the letters of her last name which were marking her back.

Lauren groaned, her mind running wild with a primitive need to mark her lover in her shirt. Lauren's hand found her lover's back and she pushed her forward y/n landing on her hands and knees.

"Dreamed about this." Lauren sighs, her hand pushing the bottom of the shirt up so y/n's ass was now bare in the air, the lace thong doing nothing to protect the skin from the lazy slap Lauren laid on it.

y/n whimpered, having not expected the slap and jolted. Lauren repeated her slap once more, this one having more force behind it and she did it a third time, a red hand-print now appearing on the soft skin.

Lauren groaned at the sight and lent back, the sound of the polaroid camera clicking and a flash echoed around the room. y/n rolled her eyes as she looked back at Lauren who sent her a cheeky wink.

The footballer took the printing polaroid and left it on the bedside table, the photo of her lover in her shirt and her handprint on her ass slowly developing.

"Get down." Lauren said, pushing y/n's upper back down so her chest was flush into the mattress but she was still on her knees which were on the edge of the bed.

Lauren pulled the shirt tight, so the lettering of her name was clear as she drilled her hips into her lover from behind, just the strength and pressure making y/n gasp, despite the lack of friction she got from it.

Lauren snapped another photo, her lover's back slightly arched from her thrusts, her name so obviously visible as she placed the photo down on the table.

Lauren let go of y/n, pushing her slightly as she stripped her joggers off and sat back against the headboard and gestured for her lover to come closer.

y/n situated herself on one of Lauren's thighs, straddling it with folded legs as she knelt either side. Lauren slid her hand up to her lover's neck, taking it in her hand and squeezing until her lover wheezed.

At the noise, Lauren raised the camera and clicked, the frame having her hand, her lover's neck and the Chelsea badge inside in, y/n's bottom lip just visible at the top.

y/n took the photo and placed it on the side as Lauren loosened her grip and began to stroke the skin of y/n's neck, she pulled the girl down and connected their lips softly.

"You okay?" Lauren asked, making sure her lover was okay with all that had happened and would continue to.

"Yeah baby." y/n said lovingly, her hand running down Lauren's face so she could bring their lips back together. Lauren sucked y/n's plump bottom lip into her mouth, sinking her teeth into it.

y/n moaned at the bite, hips bucking against her lover's thigh, damp slick coating the skin as Lauren pulled from her lover's lip with a soft pop, the indent of her teeth making her groan.

Lauren's hand slid down, taking one of y/n's boobs in her hand over the Chelsea top. She took another photo before moving the hem of the top into y/n's mouth, exposing her lace clad chest to the air.

"You keep that in there no matter what, okay?" Lauren whispered to y/n, pushing more fabric into her mouth as y/n nodded. Lauren took a photo of the sight in front of her, the black lace being pushed against by her lover's full chest.

Lauren placed the photo on the side once more before pulling one of the lace cups down, sliding the strap as best she could down. y/n realised it was stuck and slide her arm from the arm of the shirt so the strap could slide off before she got back into the shirt.

Lauren pinched at the nipple which sat perked in front of her and the muffle groan of y/n could have made Lauren cum right there and then.

Lauren bent her head down and quickly sucked y/n's tit into her mouth as best she could. She used her tongue to circle the erect nipple as she continued to suck, teeth digging in, not that she minded.

y/n's hand landed on Lauren's neck, keeping her lover pushed against her chest as Lauren moved to suck a deep hickey into the underside of her boob.

While Lauren's mouth continued, her fingers came back up to pinch and twist at y/n's wet nipple, the girl's head thrown back as she groaned in pleasure.

Lauren pulled away proud of the darkening mark on her lover’s skin and she sucked once more on her hard nipple.

“Can I?” Lauren whispered, hand holding the camera and y/n nodded, Lauren quickly snapping the bra in half before taking the photo.

“Lauren.” y/n whined as Lauren placed the photo of her tits on the side.

“I’ll buy you a new one baby.” Lauren says without care as she leaned into her lover’s other breast and quickly took it into her mouth.

At the feeling of Lauren's rough tongue around her other nipple and her fingers stimulating her other slick tit, y/n gasped and bucked her hips against Lauren's muscled thigh.

"That's it baby." Lauren muttered. "You be good and get yourself off first." She continued before going back to marking y/n's chest.

y/n nodded her head, her hands gripping at Lauren's shoulders as she began to roll her hips against Lauren's thigh. The feeling was pure ecstasy.

The rough feel of the lace caught her clit as Lauren's spare hand went around y/n's body and pulled the top of the thong up to pull the lace taught against her lover.

"Lauren." y/n breathed, trying to keep the shirt between her teeth, not sure what she was asking as Lauren chuckled, the noise muffled from the tit in her mouth.

Lauren seemingly knew what her lover needed and tensed her thigh, the muscles budlging into y/n and causing the girl to speed up her thrusts to chase the high.

"Come on baby, show me what you got." Lauren whispered, her mouth switching back to the other tit as her fingers pinched at the other wet nipple.

y/n's groans became breathier and Lauren bit down harshly on her lover's breast, a wash of relief flushing through her as her orgasm shook her.

"That's it." Lauren cooed, almost mockingly as she let y/n work herself down. y/n let the soaked top out from her teeth and pawed at her lover's chest.

"Lauren." y/n whined, and Lauren lent up pecking her lips.

"What baby?" Lauren asked quietly as y/n continued to paw at her.

"Wanna taste you." y/n whined again and Lauren groaned, finding the sound so attractive. Lauren nodded, kissing y/n quickly.

"Okay, want you in the position though." Lauren told her and y/n sighed in relief from the fact she could finally taste the craving she had and the fact she hand a brief restpite from orgasming which she was sure would be happening more than once tonight.

y/n knew what Lauren wanted so stood up as Lauren rid herself of her underwear and y/n took the other half of her broken bra off.

Lauren sat back down, spreading her legs out as y/n crawled onto the bed, fixing the Chelsea shirt back on. y/n opened her legs, hooking either ankle over Lauren's and lent down.

y/n had always been gifted with loose hips and because of that, Lauren's favourite view while being eaten out was her, box splitting, because it meant her ass was in full view.

y/n was in desperate need to taste her dripping girlfriend and pushed forward to flattening her tongue through Lauren's folds which resulted in a low groan.

"Top above your ass baby." Lauren said between groans as y/n's tongue licked through her constantly.

y/n did as told and lifted the bottom of the shirt above her ass so it was in full view, and the sound of the camera going off once more echoed the room.

For a moment, the only noises in the room were the sound of y/n's rapidly moving tongue against Lauren's sensitive clit and the breathy groans of the footballer herself.

Eventually y/n's tongue dipped into Lauren's clenching hole and y/n pushed through the tight space and closed her lips so she could suck.

The noise that echeod from Lauren was purely sinful and y/n's hands landed on Lauren's hips and pulled her closer so she could fire her tongue in and out of Lauren's clenching hole.

Lauren called out in shock as y/n ignored the ache which spread over her tongue and jaw. y/n pulled her tongue from Lauren and switched back to her clit.

Lauren's groans became lower in pitch as she grew closer and as y/n's tongue and lips pulled at her clit, all it took was one look down for Lauren to come undone.

The sight of her lover's legs spread, her hips rutting against the sheets in need, her ass in perfect view and Lauren's name shining on her back pulled the orgasm to ripple through her tired body.

y/n worked Lauren down, her tongue slowing it's patterns until Lauren tapped four times at her hand to let her know to sit up.

y/n leaned up, her hip cracking as she did and Lauren chuckled slightly at the noise. She then patted the pillow next to her and y/n crawled up and rested beside her.

"Thank you baby." Lauren hummed, pressing a deep kiss against her lover's lips, her tongue swiping her own taste from y/n's mouth.

y/n smiled softly and Lauren melted as she shifted slightly to sit up and keep her lover pressed into the matress below.

"Wanna have my fingers inside you. That okay?" Lauren asked and y/n nodded, a needy whine leaving her lips.

Lauren chuckled at that and shifted down slightly so she came face to face with the clothed heat of her lover.

Lauren ran her finger over the crotch section and groaned at the wetness which soaked her fingertips as she pulled away.

Lauren slowly pulled the underwear from her lover with her teeth, groaning at the wet shine which covered her lover.

"Would it be okay if I took a photo baby?" Lauren asked softly, her finger slowly circling y/n's clenching hole. y/n paused thinking the question through for a moment.

"Is it okay if you do it from above? So you can only really see your fingers in?" y/n asked softly. Lauren smiled softly, her pointer finger sliding in slowly.

"Of course baby." Lauren said kindly, the camera being passed to her as she slowly worked her finger in and out of y/n who was mewling for more.

Lauren added a second finger, the stretch from it welcome to y/n who moaned in response as Lauren once again slowly built up the pace.

Lauren lent over y/n, taking a photo which showed Lauren's finger's knuckle deep in her lover who was mainly hidden by the Chelsea shirt.

Lauren then placed the camera down and y/n placed the polaroid on the side before a shocked moan was pulled from her throat.

Lauren's fingers hand suddenly sped up, now moving at a much quicker pace, pushing against the spongy spot which was buried deep inside y/n.

The girl moaned loudly as Lauren twisted her wrist, y/n's legs now moving as she tried to grasp reality with the pleasure she was going through. Suddenly Lauren's finger stilled, her knuckles pressed against y/n who whined in need.

"Stop fucking moving." Lauren said lowly, annoyance in her tone. "I give you pleasure, no one else, not even you." Lauren continued huskily.

y/n nodded quickly muttering babbled apologies and begs which caused Lauren to smirk, she began to move her fingers slower, the sudden halt in stimulation dragging a sob from y/n's throat.

"Lauren, please." y/n begged as she gulped air in, the stretch from Lauren's fingers no longer satisfying enough.

"What?" Lauren asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Faster, harder, please." y/n begged, usually Lauren could be cheeky, almost cruel, but as she saw her girlfriend in the shirt she had been dying to see her in, Lauren took pity on her.

Lauren flicked her wrist, speeding up her thrusts and pushing her fingers deep and quick, y/n groaned, covering her mouth in shock as she tried to keep the moans quiet.

"Wanna hear you." Lauren ordered, her eyes never leaving the sight of her fingers drilling deep into her girlfriend.

"Oh my god, ah." y/n moaned and Lauren lent down, her lips closing around y/n's clit before sucking. y/n's back arched as she moaned, trying to control the feel of her body with little success.

"You nearly there?" Lauren asks, knowing the answer easily as she closed her lips back around y/n's sensitive clit.

"Please, please, let me cum, please." y/n begged to Lauren who lifted her face for a moment.

"Whenever you need to baby." Lauren confirmed and y/n cried out a few more times before Lauren's abilities became to much, her body tensing and shaking as she was pushed into her orgasm.

Lauren tongue pushed down, her fingers not slowing down as she aimed to push her girlfriend through a prolonged orgasm, her name becoming a prayer from her lover at that moment.

Lauren slowly slowed her fingers down, the wet noises which were coming from them the only sound in the room as she made sure they were coated before pulling them from her lover and into her mouth.

y/n whined at the emptiness she was now feeling and Lauren hushed her with several light kisses to her lips, y/n's eyes were rolled back, sweat sticking her baby hairs down and her body was still shaking slightly.

Lauren couldn't help but take a photo, y/n being too fucked out to even try and make herself look a little more presentable. Lauren's hand then came down on her, the slap sending waves up her clit and y/n's back arched, Lauren once again snapping a photo.

"That one was mean." y/n gasped out at Lauren who chuckled and set the camera down, placing as kiss on her lover as she fiddled with something.

"Turn over, want you on your knees for my strap." Lauren ordered softly.

"You just want to see your own name you arrogant fuck." y/n denied and Lauren chuckled again though this one was slightly darker, spinning her lover she settled y/n on her knees.

"What did you just call me?" Lauren asked, hands running over y/n's ass once more. y/n seemed to have now realised her mistake and winced as she kept her head looking at the mattress.

y/n went to answer but instead gasped out her lover's name at the intrusion which had now been fully stuffed into her. The fake cock resting deep in her as Lauren's hands squeezed at her ass cheeks.

"What was that?" Lauren asked teasingly, pulling her hips back before pushing the cock back into slowly, making sure y/n could feel every second, every shift.

"Nothing." y/n promised breathlessly, groaning as Lauren's thrusts began to speed up, Lauren letting out a groan of relief as the strap began hitting her just right as well.

"That's what I fucking thought." Lauren breathes, the sound of wet slapping and her hands smacking as she fucked fast were causing y/n to get wetter with each moan.

"Please, please, please." y/n chanted, arching her back as Lauren pushed her shoulders to the bed, her hand squeezing y/n's ass again.

Lauren's thumb was tucked into her mouth for a moment, before it swiped through y/n's dripping folds which caused y/n to shout in pleasure, Lauren then slid her thumb up.

Lauren's thumb was suddenly pushing and twirling y/n's clit the sound of her moans Lauren's reward which built her up even more. Lauren rubbed harder, desperate for her lover's orgasm.

Lauren's hand slid onto y/n's lower stomach, holding her as she watched her own name bounce on y/n's back. Lauren pressed down on y/n's lower stomach, never stopping her fast and hard thrusts.

"You feel me there? Feel how fucking deep I am inside you?" Lauren asks breathlessly. y/n lets out a moan at that nodding her head as she shakes.

"Yeah, I feel you." y/n promises, Lauren grabbing one of her hands and holding it with her own on y/n's lower stomach.

"That's me, that's how deep I am, this is where I belong, deep inside your perfect body, my perfect body." Lauren continues and at her rant, y/n's back arches once more and with another rub at her clit, the coil is ready to burst.

"Let me, please, please." y/n moans out her voice shaky from the force of Lauren's pounds.

"Give it to me, please cum, need it baby." Lauren begs and as y/n's core tightens around Lauren's cock, both lover's fall over the edge, moaning as Lauren slows her thrusts dragging it out as long as possible.

Once the two had recovered, Lauren slightly more than her still dripping lover, Lauren slowly pulled out, apologising softly as her lover whimpered.

"I know baby." Lauren promises, moving to the en-suite to run a bath. When she comes back, y/n is now on her back, legs still shaking as she runs a hand over her face.

Lauren chuckles as she moves over, two fingers swiping through her lover which is responded with a yelp. Lauren sucks her fingers into her mouth, groaning at the taste.

"I'm sorry." Lauren promises her lover, bending down to pick her up and help her into the bath, Chelsea top folded on the side.

Once the two were settled together in the water, and y/n's body had been softly cleaned, their hairs washed, Lauren finally pressed a soft kiss to y/n's neck.

"I think you should wear my Chelsea shirt more often." Lauren hums and despite her tired state, y/n let out a soft laugh, the two standing up and quickly drying themselves.

"I love you Laur." y/n muttered as her lover carried her back over to the bed.

"I love you too baby, now get some sleep, you were so good for me." Lauren promises and y/n nods, folding her body into Lauren's side and clocking out almost instantly.

While y/n slept, Lauren couldn't help but look through all the photos, her eyes rolling at the way they made her heart speed up. Yes, those were a good idea, and she would definitely have something for the next England Camp to keep her occupied.

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merry christmas you filthy animals xxx

#woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso community #woso soccer #lauren james #lauren james smut #lauren james x reader #lauren james x y/n #woso smut #lauren james imagine

[boxboxlewis]

prompt: galex + wings 🪽

It was kind of nice when Lily and Carmen weren’t around for a race weekend, not that George would ever say that. Simpler times, it reminded him of: when he and Alex were still single and fancy-free and having sex whenever they could find a door that shut. Sometimes they still hooked up, when their girlfriends weren’t around. For old times’ sakes.

They were in George’s hotel room. George was stretched out alluringly on his bed, one arm behind his head so his shirt rucked up and showed some stomach. Just trying to maximise his chances that the evening might be one of the sometimes.

“You’ve got your weird soppy-git face on,” Alex said, “what, are you thinking about your mum again?”

“No,” George said, and took his arm down. “I just—fancy blowing off some steam?”

George thought that probably he could be a good 60% less weird about Alex if Alex simply stopped smiling like that: a little dirty, a little fond, a lot as if he saw straight through George but still somehow liked him anyway. 

“You need better lines, mate,” Alex said. “I’m not rewarding that.” He came and sat on the bed, though. Reached out and rubbed a thumb over George’s hipbone, considering. 

“Did it hurt,” George said seriously, and then as Alex shoved his shoulder, “when you fell out of heaven—oi—!”

One moment Alex was braced over him, laughing, and the next he’d flung himself back, back off the bed and onto the hotel carpet, away from George.

“Er?” George said. Alex was breathing heavily (good, usually) and he’d gone all pale (very bad). George couldn’t think what might have happened to cause it. He tried a joke. “I did actually brush my teeth before you came over, so…”

“No, it’s not—” Alex was biting at his lip. “I shouldn’t, today. My shoulders.”

“Your shoulders don’t want us to have sex.”

“Don’t be a dick, George. Practice today was rough, that’s all.”

That’s never stopped us from hooking up before, George didn’t say. He stood up slowly, so as not to startle Alex, and moved towards him like a hunter towards a deer. Probably. “Let me see, then.” He put his hand on Alex’s waist. “Come on, let Dr George have a look.”

Alex’s face did something strange and vulnerable. “This is a terrible idea,” he muttered, “I’m an idiot, I—hey, careful, please!”

George was easing Alex’s shirt up over his head. “Turn around for me. Good lad.” Alex snorted at that, which was more normal, at least. “Oh, blimey.” Alex’s back was a welter of raw oozing skin, bloody and scraped to hell, like someone had been at his shoulderblades with a meat mallet. “Alex, you’ve—you need to see a doctor, I think, mate. This is proper bad. You’re going to get an infection if you’re not careful.”

“I’m not seeing a doctor.” 

George recognised Alex’s implacable bastard voice when he heard it. “All right, fine, but—I’ve got some Germolene in my bag. At least let me put that on?” 

“Fine, but don’t— Fine.”

George got the ointment and arranged Alex face down on the bed. Usually a great position for Alex: but usually he wasn’t fucking bleeding everywhere. “Right,” George said. “Right, I think it will be easiest if I sit on your arse.”

“Convenient,” Alex muttered. He had his hands folded under his cheek, face turned to one side. “Not at all because you’re obsessed with my arse.”

George ignored him and clambered awkwardly into place, sitting on Alex’s arse, knees snugly bracketing his back. It wasn’t all that comfortable, actually, Alex being a bony motherfucker. “Okay, this might sting a bit. Also, sorry if it’s cold.” He squeezed out some Germolene onto a finger and tentatively swiped it along Alex’s left shoulderblade. Alex hissed in a breath. “That all right, mate?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Or it would be fine if you could just stop being so fucking—solicitous. Dickhead.”

George rolled his eyes and squeezed some more ointment onto his finger. “Sorry for caring.” He worked the thick cream into Alex’s broken skin, as gently as he could. Up and down, along the bony ridges on either side of Alex’s upper back. Alex’s skin was greasy and warm under his fingers, and the room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. The antiseptic smell of the Germolene seemed loud, somehow. 

“Uh,” Alex said. “I—this was a mistake, actually, I think, I need—George, stop!”

George pulled his hands back. Alex was breathing rapidly, like maybe he was turned on, which would be perhaps slightly weird under the circumstances but not weird enough to justify a freakout. They’d had weirder sex before, definitely. “It’s okay if you like it,” he said.

“No, I—” Alex pressed a hand over his face, long fingers splayed over his cheek. “Fuck. Fuck! George, you need to leave.”

“Er, right, point of order: this is actually my hotel room?”

“I really mean it, George, you need to—fuck!”

Before George could reply his attention was distracted by Alex’s back, which was rippling. The movement was happening underneath his skin, as if the bones were shifting, as if some creature inside were flexing and stretching. George was still sitting on Alex’s arse, and probably some spirit of self-preservation should have sent him sprinting for the door, but instead he leaned forward and pressed his hand to the skin of Alex’s back where it overlay whatever was happening inside his body. The squirming was viscerally unsettling to feel, but not unpleasant.

“George—”

“It’s all right,” George said, with false confidence, “I’ll just grab my phone and call 999—I think it works anywhere, right, they just reroute the call—no problem, mate, we’ll get an ambulance here for you—”

And then he stopped talking, because something was erupting from Alex’s back. Two things, actually, bony and huge and covered with pale brown feathers. They unfolded, stretching up almost to the ceiling, and beat once; and then tucked themselves back down along Alex’s sides, warm and thick against George’s legs.

“Fuck,” Alex said.

George said, “You’ve got wings.”

“Yeah, no shit, George.”

“You’ve got—” George managed to stop himself from repeating You’ve got wings, but only barely. “You. Erm. How long? Have you—”

“Years,” Alex said. His wings twitched, almost smugly. “Used to be easier to keep them hidden, though. Past couple of months it’s been a real—ah.”

George was carding his fingers through the feathers of Alex’s right wing, exploring the textures, how they parted for his fingers. “There’s different kinds of feather,” he said. “These really long ones up here, and then the short fluffy ones—”

Alex made a sort of broken sob noise, and immediately stuffed his fist into his mouth. George jerked his hand back.

“Sorry, shit, sorry, is it—can I touch them,” he asked belatedly. “Does it—it must feel weird, I guess.”

“It feels good. No one has, before.”

The neanderthal part of George’s mind hefted its club and began grunting triumphantly. “You haven’t shown anyone else?”

“No, I mean, it’s like. Kind of a weird thing to bring up, right?”

“Mildly weird,” George agreed, and started stroking Alex’s wing again: the first person ever to do so. 

thank you to @janinaduszejko for reading this over and to @onadarklingplain for the prompt!

#galex #my fic #gr63 #aa23 #occam's razor suggests that alex probably DOES have wings #bc surely that is more likely than williams simply not being able to fit his seat so his shoulders don't bleed after every race

[icarustypicalfall]

REQUESTED!!

Cod boys reaction to reader having a meltdown\overstimulation of adhd\autism.

warnings: sfw, pure fluff. mentions of stress, anxiety, pet names, no y/n only you.

word count: 1k

cod boys x gn! reader

NOTES

thanks anon to this beautiful request <3

note that i myself don't have adhd or autism, everything is purely fictional and the signs, triggers and solutions I picked were mostly from Google. I apologize if it's not accurate, I'm open to learning more and It's okay to tell me if need to change something ❤️

i feel like i forgot someone, if i need to add anyone tell me!!

Phillip Graves

He knows about your ADHD\Autism case. He knows how to deal with it and surprisingly very good at it. You and him were at his base. He had an arm around your waist while he chatted with a large group of Shadows. Big old men who decided it's cool to chat all at once and  the same time. When Graves noticed how your muscles became tense, your breath shallow. He escorted you out of the group to his office. He helped you calm down and apologized for the behavior of his soldiers.

"m sorry darlin'.. breath deeply alright? "

John price

He was oblivious since he couldn't talk to every soldier and get to know them. Although, he tried his best for you and searched for informations with the help of Gaz.

You and him were sitting one night after a rough Mission, you had to dive in for intel in a pretty old mansion. The smells were intense and by the time you were back, you were feeling sick. Price was smoking his famous cigar beside you. He noticed your discomfort and dissiness and rapidly threw the thing away, apologizing for forgetting and helping you calm down.

"i apologize, love, lil old me forgets sometimes"

Simon Ghost Riley

You and him had to go undercover in a party to find your target. The party was extremely crowded, with loads of people chattering and laughing. By the time the other soldiers got the target. You were in a corner, trying to focus on your breath and calm yourself. Simon was by your side, squeezing your shoulder and keeping you away from the crowd.

"i have a joke love"

Kyle Gaz Garrick

He had many friends with the same case, he knew about it. Gaz himself got overwhelmed sometimes and he knew what it felt like. He noticed your discomfort after putting on the rough new uniform. He helped you cut the tag and make the material softer, less irritating to your skin.

"it's alright, you know, they should've kept the old uniform, but hey, at least this one is bad ass"

Johnny Soap Mactavish

You are a civilian. Not used to the weapons and it's noise like him. You were keeping him company in the shooting range. The repetitive sounds made you irritated. You rapidly became upset, covering your ears and shutting your eyes.

Soap noticed, and felt bad for making you uncomfortable. He took you for a walk outside the base, showing you the pretty forest and the dogs outside.

"see, 'm not dump lass\lad, i know how you feel"

Alejandro Vargas

You and him were having a brunch in a cafe. A construction zone was nearby. You could barely focus on the conversation, you had a high sensitiviness to the noise that made your brain fog. Alejandro felt bad for not realizing sooner and took you to another Cafe, you two had a lovely day that made you forget the morning's incident.

"I've never been with someone as interesting as you are, amor, you're a perfect piece of art"

Rudy Parra

Rudy noticed how overwhelmed you were because of your assignments. You were dealing with your laptop for several hours which made you tired. By the time you ended, you had a headache.

He reassured you, run a bath with essential oils for you, put a calm playlist and let you relax. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and stroked your hair.

"you're so smart, mi cielo, i admire you. you did great today.. you deserve some rest"

König

He hated your boss for always making you breathless with work, stressing on daily basis. When he brought you lunch at work one day and saw you having a meltdown in your office. he helped you calm down, comforting you and patting your back.

for your boss, let's say he wasn't bugging on your back anymore after a 6'10 military man threatened to snap him in half if he made you stressed again.

"mein Engel, don't feel ashamed, it's not your fault and it's totally okay"

Horangi

He took you to a concert during his time off. He noticed your discomfort even with the ear pieces. He walked out with you and kept a hand around your shoulder for comfort and support. You and him sat outside the gig, you could still hear the music and enjoy the concert away from the crowd and loud noise.

"well.. i think i like this spot more.. with only you and me"

Alex

He knew how stressing your work is, being the assistant of a famous stylist made you stick with her everywhere. The flashing lights of cameras and the big crowds of people wanting to see her were too much for you. When you reached your house, you could smell your favorite food being cooked. Alex in a pink apron hugged you, telling you how good you did today and how you should think about quitting if you feel really bad. You eventually found a better job that didn't trigger you and made you more relaxed and happy.

"it's not late to change, love, you deserve the best"

Roach

You and him were attending a wedding of a friend. people made you feel uneasy with the stares. The loud music, the lights and sudden fireworks were too much for you. He was concerned about you when you started to breath shallowly. He insisted on leaving early and took you for a walk in the calm city. You eventually felt better. He knew how he should act and was extremely attentive and caring.

"you know, i think the moon is pretty tonight"

Keegan

He noticed you were stressed for several days, overwhelming yourself with many tasks and chores. He brought you some water, wrapping you in a weighted blanket and keeping you in a calm spot. He finished the chores for you. Smiling as you tried to wiggle from the burito like wrap to eventually give up, thanking him.

"what, you look like a huge burrito, so fluffy"

(the last line was so cheesy 😭)

little reminder that it's alright to have those meltdowns, you are a human and you have the right to feel this way. Don't blame yourself for anything. Focus on yourself and love yourself 🫶🏻

#call of duty #ghost cod #cod headcanons #alejandro cod #call of duty fanfic #call of duty headcanons #rudy cod #rudy parra #task force 141 #alejandro vargas #captain john price #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros #los vaqueros x reader #shadow company #shadow company x reader #Kor-Tac x reader #alex keller #horangi #keegan russ x reader #cod x reader #cod mwii #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #phillip graves #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #adhd #autism #könig

[beybaldes]

but I ignore things, and I move sideways

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : “defending them against everyone, even when they’re not there to witness it” requested by anon

content warning : i make everyone out to be a dick for the sake of the plot

an : i <3 roy kent and I hope he is happy forever !! title comes from ‘growing sideways’ by Noah Kahan I really recommend great song and no skip album!!

“I’m just saying, since his injury, he has become a has been. There is no shame to it, it is just a fact.”

Usually, you’d let Jan Mass’s bluntness slide, given - as each member of the team had explained to you at some point - he wasn’t mean, just Dutch. Usually, his casual cruelness in the name of being honest didn’t concern Roy, however.

“Unfortunately, I have to agree.” Dani added, surprising you and the rest of the room. “If a baby was born today, they wouldn’t know ‘Roy Kent, football legend’ they know ‘Roy Kent, coach for Richmond.”

While Dani’s words greatly discredited and diminished Roy’s career to his post-injury life, his kinder explanation had the rest of the lads humming and nodding in agreement.

“Doesn’t make it any less mean.” You spoke up, everyone attention snapping to you, where you’d been sat in front of Roy’s old locker - you’d become somewhat attached to the seat in all your years with Roy spent in this changing room. “Yeah, sure, Dani’s right. A baby born today would probably hear about Roy Kent the coach before Roy Kent the footballer. But one search of his name would tell you otherwise.”

You couldn’t look at them as you spoke. Despite wanting to stand up for him, knowing you would regardless of who or what they were saying about him, it didn’t make you any less nervous. “He’s not a fucking has been though, is he? Each and every one of you take his criticisms as Gospel, work as hard as possible to meet his expectations and preach the Roy Kent effect like it’s the only thing keeping the team running. Is that a has been? Or is that a great fucking coach who works his ass off to keep you guys together?”

Sam placed a hand against your arm, your eyes snapping up to meet his. “Ignore Jan Mas, he is just-“

“Dutch. I know.” Turning to face the blonde that had started the outrage you were feeling. “But there’s a difference between being honest and blunt about it and just being fucking mean.”

You left the changing room after you’d spoke, fed up with the boys you had come to love like family. Unfortunately for them, you loved Roy more then you loved them.

“They were right.” Isaac growled, arms folded across his chest as he spent a moment staring down each and every person in the changing room. “We know that’s not true about Roy, and non of us stood up for him. We’re fucking cowards.”

The second the doors to the changing room had closed behind you, you bumped right into a firm chest, rough hands grabbing at your arms to keep you up. Upon recognising the heather-charcoal shirt, you melted into the touch, tucking your head into the junction of his neck and shoulder without a word. Before you could vent your frustrations to the coach, he pressed a kiss to your temple, leaving his lips ghosting against your ear and you in his arms.

“Heard you in there, sticking up for me.” Roy scoffed, though not offendedly. You could almost feel his heart beating out of his chest as he held you against him. “Nice of you.”

“Of course I’d stick up for you, Roy.” You pulled your head from the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and staring up at the dark haired man you loved so much. “I’d stick up for you anytime, anywhere, to anyone.”

Roy had never been good with words; and he knew he’d never be able to truly tell you how much your actions meant to him. He often thought of himself as a has been, someone past their prime who was still hanging around cause he had nothing else going for him - but you clearly didn’t think that, and that was enough for Roy. However, he hoped that as he pulled you in for a delicate kiss, featherlight and gentle in a way you weren’t overly used to with Roy, that you understood.

You did. Completely.

#beybaldes summer sleepover !! #ted lasso x reader #roy kent imagine #roy kent x reader #roy kent one shot

[rosainta]

Team Fortress 2: 12 Flash Fiction Excerpts

('ms pauling' by makani on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/makani/art/ms-pauling-208768568)

(Author's Notes (A/N) at the end. For now, enjoy these slices of TF2 writing cake, baked with the batter of my mind!) * * *

1 "The Runner's a Fool."

[Written 10-3-2024]

Scout’s heart was bursting as he ran through the underbrush.

He didn’t look back; he couldn’t. Not after what he saw. If he had known sooner, he might not have spent so much energy trying to woo her...

Maybe he wouldn’t have made such a fool of himself.

2 "Player of The Heart."

[Written 10-3-2024]

“Fine, one more time”, he grumbled.

Pauling gleamed as she turned to the tape player. Changing the song to something more romantic, she hummed along and placed herself into his arms. They began to sway with the music.

Sniper felt his heart racing, but his thoughts raced quicker.

He wondered: would the one he really loved be into this too?

3 "Long Overdue."

[Written 10-3-2024]

Spy knew what he had to do.

He sat down next to the crying boy, gently putting a hand on his back. “Screw off!” the younger yelled, pushing him away.

Seeing him like this broke him; it did every time. But he took a deep breath and said what he should have all those years ago:

“I am sorry, Scout.”

4 "What Happens if You Feed the Machine? (Or In This Case, Water It?)"

[Written 10-3-2024]

“Yer no fun, lad!”

“Come on now, you know how I’ve been goin’ dry...”

“What’s one bottle a’ scrumpy goin’ to do to you?”

“Well, let’s see here. How many eyeballs o’ yours do my teleporters teleport per use?”

“Er, one.”

“Well, expect that to be one less the next time ‘round, pardner.”

He chuckled, and in an instant, he gulped it all down.

5 "Soldier's Solace."

[Written 11-3-2024]

Soldier stared at the grand moon from the roof of the base.

After the day’s fighting and bread teleporting, the other mercenaries were off to bed. But Soldier remained, smiling contentedly from under his helmet without another care in the world.

Somehow, he knew that right then and for as long as he dreamed, everything would be alright.

6 "Буквы говорят о любви."

[Written 12-3-2024]

If Heavy learned one thing in all his years of studying Russian literature, it was that writing wasn’t something you did; it was something you became.

So, picking up the ink pen, he let his hand go and embodied with all he had what meant most to him.

“It is time I tell you, Doktor.”

7 "Like The Warmth of a Fireplace."

[Written 13-3-2024]

Pyro looked at Engineer as a child does a Mall Santa, clapping. “Huddah, huddah!”

“Okay, one more, just for you.”

The technician took a deep breath and began to strum on the old guitar, his low voice singing a song of pink skies. Pyro swayed to the beat in bliss.

And, with every hum, the two grew closer.

8 "A Smile Means A Million Words, That Is Until You Speak."

[Written 14-3-2024]

Scout liked sketching.

While words weren’t his forte, art allowed him to express what he felt but could never say. He licked his lips, furrowed his eyebrows, and furiously scratched at the page with a pencil. Every detail, every form-- they had to be perfect.

When he was done, he proudly smiled at his creation.

And it smiled back.

BONUS!

As he admired his creation, he didn’t notice Sniper approaching him.

“And just what are you scribblin' off today, mate?”

Scout snapped around, flustered. He wasn't expecting company, and especially not from him.

“A-ah, hey, Snipes!", he blurted out. "It's nothing, really. Just another drawing of Spy screwin’ those... stupid French bread swords, whatever ya' call 'em.”

As he stammered an excuse, his face slowly turning red, he didn’t realize that his creation's rough, sketched face-- a picture of the marksman himself!-- was peaking through the corner of the sketchbook in the crook of his arm. Sniper paused for a moment as he stared at the work in awe, its own happily gazing back at him. Then, snapping out of his trance, he wordlessly turned back to smile at the younger man.

“You’ve got some talent, kid," he said, softly. "Please, don’t waste it.”

Then, quick as he came, he ambled away.

Scout was left standing, bewildered, and admittedly a bit confused, and he slowly turned back to look back at his drawing.

He traced the rough face of the man, looking wistfully with a tinge of giddiness in his eyes.

“If only you knew...", he whispered to himself without thinking. "Maybe then I could draw you like one of my French girls.”

Then, upon realizing the stupidity of his own remark (and of its disgusting, Spy-related... Frenchness), he immediately gagged.

“Ew, crap, no!”

Somewhere in the distance, Spy instinctively rolled his eyes.

9 "I Feel Olive!"

[Written 15-3-2024]

Medic pinched his nose, a low groan rumbling from him.

"What is wrong, Doktor? You seem stressed", Heavy asked, concernedly lifting his nose from his book.

Medic turned to him, tired eyes smiling weakly. "Ah, it iz nothing. Just... ze dull, useless legal documents. You know, as per usual."

"Well, if it makes Medic feel any better, Heavy ran out of olive for sandvich, so eating it was practically useless! I could not even digest it without big frown", he said, frowning in turn.

He grumbled, continuing, "What Heavy means to say is... you are not alone in your troubles."

Medic paused for a bit, before laughing and grinning back at the giant. He was grateful for this goofy big old man.

"Oh, you alvays know what to say, Heavy. Come on, let us escape this prison of an office and find you that olive. I am getting quite hungry and ze papers can wait, after all!"

10 "Off-Target."

[Written 29-3-2024]

Scout's mind just. couldn't. think.

His head was jumbled, a puzzle with the pieces too lost in the messy maze of his brain ever to solve. He wished he could crack open his skull like he did the BLUs on the field; maybe that would knock some sense into him.

He really needed to focus. Sniper always did.

So, why couldn't he?

11 "Our Paths Shall Cross Again."

[Written 4-4-2024]

It pained him to see her like this.

So, for the first time in his life, he put his pride aside and took one last glance at the sleeping lady before leaving the room.

Scout wished he could stay all night and marvel at her familiar, sheer beauty, even as she slept so frail. But he knew what she needed most was not him, but help.

Who knew what she went through those 2 years?

He resigned himself to the couch, closing his eyes. His affections for Miss Pauling would have to wait, as they always did, but he was fine with that.

She was safe, and that’s what mattered most to him.

12 "Guess Who's Up For Surgery?"

[Written 6-4-2024]

Medic was practically laughing with joy! Or, in his peculiar case, cackling maniacally.

Ah, it was of no matter— the doctor was filled to the brim with inspiration! So many projects to start and bodies to stitch; oh, what a wonderful feeling!

Heavy smiled as he watched the doctor go about his merry way.

Sure, when he was in this mood, that likely meant imminent danger for all those around him (they’d be his newest experiment, no doubt), but seeing him happy always made Heavy’s heart feel a little lighter.

So, as the doctor bounced up to him with his newest rambling, he didn’t protest!

* * *

Author's Notes: Over the past weeks, I've been working on being more spontaneous in my writing—no planning, just writing with the flow! And what better way to do that than to write flash fiction about my favourite fandom? (Plus, I have been practically absent here (post-wise) for, what, months? So why not use this as an excuse to share them with you? Ehehe... Okay, let's forget I said anything; moving on!) Flash fiction, with its creative liberties and curt nature, is an excellent medium (not forgetting to mention the fact it's a disgracefully UNDERRATED form of media!) that inspires me to write because it sort of... brutally invalidates any excuse of author's block I have... since it is literally spilling the words from your conscience into text WITHOUT the worry of length (ah! My greatest enemies...). Plus, it is... sort of, maybe, kinda addicting because it's just so freakishly simple, and the more you do it, the more productive you'll be and feel! Isn't that wonderful? (It could even be a drug! Er, well, a good one... wait, is there even a thing as a good drug? Ah- nevermind.) Anyway, if you're struggling with author's block, I'd heavily recommend trying it. Of course, it may not work for everyone (and I am not here to legally endorse this like a paid sponsor!) but it's still worth a shot if you haven't yet already. And hey, if it doesn't, you can feel free to blame me for the waste of time! Don't worry, I won't mind. Before we go on, I have to take this moment now to thank the one sweet old woman (whom I've unfortunately forgotten the name of) who first taught me about it a few years back during a summer writing course. She taught me much about what I know and love today, so I owe this and much of my writing happiness and technique to her! Thank you, lady. May you continue to write on!! Anyhow, to give you more context, these are all excerpts taken from a private account (but not a secret one! It's out there... somewhere...) of mine, edited for quality purposes and also because a few of the original excerpts bugged me due to their... well, innate cringiness. Hopefully, there's less of it now, but I wouldn't count on my eradicating it as it seems that cringe is just a part of my habitual writing style (I am sorry to disappoint, unnamed woman from the course... I have failed you). I hope that at least is is bearable enough for you to read. However, if not, I offer you my greatest condolences. If you'd like some bleach for your eyes, I have that too. You can also tell by the number of Speeding Bullet and Red Oktoberfest excerpts that I was... in quite the shipping mood for some of them. So, if that doesn't bug you, feel free to indulge yourselves in these characters as I obsessively have over the course of writing these!! It would be my pleasure to offer that liberty to you (and perhaps, shamelessly to myself as well, ahaha..), so please, go ahead. Anyway, that's all of the random blurbs I have to ramble on about today. Thank you for reading- or skimming, at the very least- and please have a marvellous day, pally~!

~ Rosain Quivan

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[chubbycelebs]

The Factory of Fatties (Part 1)

It was a warm September morning with sun beaming down on the street where the opening of Mr Wonka's factory took place. The months before this moment were filled with excitement. Mr Wonka had released 5 golden tickets within his Wonka chocolate bars and whoever found these tickets got a free tour of his factory where even more sweet confections were made. There was so much excitement to see who the winners of this prize would be.

The first person to win was 20 year old Sam. Sam was an academic boy who focused on his studies at university. He would snack on Wonka bars when taking notes or writing assignments so when he opened the wrapper on a chocolate bar and was met with a golden ticket he was very surprised. Sam had dark blonde hair, quite tall and had a slight stubble covering his face. He had quite the lazy build, not fat but did have a slight gut as he didn't get out much due to all the readings and writing he has to do. He'd spend a lot of his days sitting around snacking and writing which didn't help his soft belly. This morning at the chocolate factory he was wearing a loose white t-shirt that covered his belly for the most part and some cream coloured shorts that hugged his little round bum very nicely. He was very excited to get a taste of some of Wonka's amazing chocolate and couldn't wait to eat it all.

Next to Sam were two much bigger lads: Matt and Will. Matt and Will, both 22, were two rugby lads, the typical rough around the edges bulky boys. They always loved competing against each other to see who was the best at something. The boys one evening had an eating contest of Wonka bars to see who could eat the most. Matt was quite trim with big strong arms and big shoulders whilst Will was bigger with a strong chest and thick thighs but also a soft strong belly. Matt would often tease Will for his bigger appetite which led to their stuffing contest. As the two boys were reaching the end of their pile of chocolate, they both opened up their bars to find a golden ticket. These two were so excited to go. Will loved to treat himself every so often to Wonka's sweet treats so going to his factory was his dream. Matt secretly enjoyed seeing Will eat and get bigger and bigger so he knew that this trip would be very exciting. They stood waiting outside the factory, Matt showing off his body with his compression shirt and joggers combo, hugging all the right places showing just how fit he was. Will decided to cover up more with a hoodie and joggers. He was used to covering up as Matt liked to tease him for his belly. "Don't stuff your face too much today big boy" Matt teased just this morning as they got ready to go to the factory giving his belly a little tap causing it to wobble.

Next to these two boys stood a very tall and very skinny boy with black hair and oversized clothes on, Henry. Henry wasn't much for going out, in fact he enjoyed spending most of his time playing video games at home. He loved escaping his world of disappointing his parents and always being alone and entering a more interesting fantasy world. At 19 Henry hadn't achieved much in his life but when he saw he won a golden ticket he knew this was his time to prove that he isn't a total failure and make it to the end of the factory tour hopefully winning something at the end.

The last boy in the line was a short round bellied chubby boy called Charlie. Charlie was the oldest there, 25, and by far the fattest. He loved Wonka's candy and he would eat it all day every day so when he won a ticket he was so excited to go see how it was made and hopefully get to try some new sweets. Charlie would get teased a lot for his weight, having always been a big guy he never found him self that attractive so instead he'd just eat. He wore a grafic t-shirt with the words "WONKA" written across it, however the shirt was too tight and had to be stretched over his soft chest and barely covering his hairy gut. He wore some much more comfortable joggers which still were tight around his thick body.

All the boys were stood in line ready to enter the world famous chocolate factory all wondering what was waiting for them when they entered. The doors slowly opened and the excitement built all around them. Out walked the very tall and very powerful Willy Wonka. He wore a purple suit with a tall top hat and a long cane and he marched confidently towards the boys. "Welcome my dear boys. What a joyous occasion it is to have you all here at my factory." He looked the line up and down, taking in all the boys and seeing their excitement. "You boys are very lucky to have won a ticket to my factory. We have some very exciting things in store for you," he said with a slightly mischievous grin. "Now, enough waiting. Should we get going?" Before waiting for an answer, he then turned right around and started walking back to the doors. All the boys followed him in and before they knew it they were cut off from the outside world, with only the unknown ahead of them.

They were walking down a really long and dark corridor with no windows or any sign of this being a chocolate factory. When they finally reached the end where there was a small door, about 3 feet high. The boys all looked at each other confused. Are they meant to squeeze through this small door? Wonka got his keys out and turned a lock in the door and pushed it open. A bright light came from the door but the boys couldn't see into it. "Well what are you waiting for? Go on!" Wonka said giving Charlie a tap on his jiggly arse with his cane. Charlie jumped slightly but then proceeded to try and squeeze through the door. Charlie, already being a rather round boy, struggled to get through. Both his belly and arse got stuck and the rest of the boys laughed at him as he wiggled through the small gap. Matt gave Will a nudge and pointed as Charlies fat arse wriggling, his arse crack peaking over the top of his tight joggers. Next was Will who also got slightly stuck in the door due to this bulky body. Matt gave him a slap on his arse and called him a pig with a chuckle. Next was Matt followed by Henry and finally Sam. As Sam entered he looked up and around the room. It was a room full of life. Plants everywhere and a large brown river in the centre of it. The room smelt sweet and a rumble could be heard coming from all the boys bellies as if none of them had eaten in days. Wonka finally entered the room and introduced them to it. "This my boys is the chocolate room where everything is edible. Eat whatever you want and whatever you can fit into your bellies." All the boys look confused. Will took a leave on a neighbouring plant and put it in his mouth skeptical. His eyes widened and he was shocked that it was a fruity gummy leaf.

"This is amazing" said while still chewing as he started picking more of the bush to each. All the other boys then jumped to life running around the room trying everything. Matt and Will had situated themselves by a tree eating the fruits off it then the leaves then the branches. They made a competition of who could eat more of the tree. Henry had found some mushrooms that were filled with cream. He was taking handfuls and stuffing them into his mouth with globs falling and landing onto his shirt. Charlie was digging up the ground, stuffing his face with the sweet grass and then the chocolate soil underneath. He couldn't get enough his belly and mouth were already covered in the rich chocolate dirt. Matt had seen the state of him and pointed it out to Will saying how much of a hog he is. Little did the Matt and Will know they also looked like hogs, both now having bloated full bellies. The two boys laughed and they carried eating the tree, stuffing themselves even further. Sam had made his way to the river side. He loved Wonkas chocolate so much and he could smell that this river was all melted chocolate. He got down on his knees and put his hand into the river and drank some of the chocolate. It was the best chocolate he'd ever tasted. It was rich yet sweet and so creamy it just slipped down his throat and into his belly. It covered his mouth and filled it up with the warm chocolate liquid. He had to go back for a second handful and then a third and he couldn't stop. He then put his face into the river just gulping as much of down as possible. The creamy warm liquid filled his mouth and belly. Sam came up for air as he licked his lips and his hands of the chocolatey goodness. He could feel the chocolate bloat his belly but he didn't care. It felt amazing as it filled him up.

Wonka then called all the boys over to show them something. All the boys ran over to where Wonka was. Matt and Will still eating the fruits and Henry licking his hands of the mushroom cream. All the boys were displaying fuller bellies having just spent a good portion of time just stuffing their faces with food, most noticeably Charlie who's already tight shirt had now ridden up teasing to show off his deep belly button. "I wanted to show you my workers here. If you look across the river bank you should be able to see those men." Over the river were men about 6 foot in high and all very well build with strong muscles. All the workers wore full orange latex suits showing off their great bodies. "These men work here 24/7 to help run this factory the best it possibly can. In return I give them the best life possible here in my factory. Without them I couldn't do any of this."

Just then a large rumble came from Sam's belly. Sam looked down and grabbed his soft torso. "My boy you can't still be hungry?" Wonka asked confused.

"No I think I'm just very full Wonka. To be honest I did drink a lot of the river" Sam replied pointing to the river bank whilst still clutching his belly. "Your chocolate is just amazing."

"Oh dear my boy I forgot to say, you mustn't drink straight from the river its far to fatty for consumption at this stage. Can't believe i forgot to mention." Sam looked panicked at Wonka as he said this.

"Well whats going to happen to me?" Sam said slightly worried as his belly continued to rumble loudly.

"Oh hopefully nothing too crazy. Maybe put on a few pounds but nothing huge-" Wonka was cut off as if right on queue as Sam's belly began to push outwards. His already soft belly was now growing softer and fatter. His chest got fuller too pushing against his shirt which was becoming tighter by the second. His legs and arse were also filling his tight shorts quickly. Sams was panicking now. This was quickly becoming more than a few pounds. He grabbed his ever expanding belly and shook it as he looked at Wonka who was just smiling at him. His shirt now was riding up belly showing off his snail trail rising higher and higher till his deep belly button popped out. A snap could be heard from under his round belly as his shorts couldn't hold his expanding waist anymore and the button popped off flying across the room. The seams on the side of his shorts were stretching and splitting by his arse. His shirt rode further up exposing the fat boys round hairy gut which wobbled as it grew outwards. Now the shirt resembled that of a bra supporting his large moobs which grew fatter and fatter by the second. His love handles grew wider as well as his hips which became too much for his poor shorts which split into shreds exposing his tight pink underwear he was wearing. Following this was his shirt ripped into pieces leaving his chest to giggle on top of his huge belly. His fat round cheeks turned pink with embarrassment as he felt his almost naked enlarged body on show to everyone. All his limbs had filled with soft lard causing him to jiggle as he looked around at his new huge body. The rest of the group looked at him in shock, and for some enjoyment. Matt was smiling at him looking longingly at Sam's huge fat arse with a strong boner forming in his pants. Sam's growth seemed to slowly come to an end, jiggling to a halt. He now stood at about 600lbs now in tiny pink underwear where the seams were stretched to the max, barely keeping his naked fat body from show. "WONKA WHATS HAPPENED TO ME?!?!? I'M FUCKING MASSIVE" Sam said feeling his belly and his new tits.

"Well yes you are quite big. Much bigger then I would've thought as well. You must have been a little pig and drank loads of my river huh?" Wonka said looking at the fat boy up and down. Sam went bright red in embarrassment. "Right well what to do with a big hog like you then? You can either carry on the tour but I must warn you it's quite the walk and i'm not sure you will fit through a lot of the door ways. I can send you back home now like this?"

"I cant leave looking like this? Are you joking? I was only 160lbs when I entered I'll never hear the end of it"

"You were at least 200lbs when we entered chubs don't lie" Matt chimed up still fixated on Sams huge curves. Sam looked very embarrassed knowing that Matt was right.

"Yes well I guess questions will be asked how you got so... bulky." Wonka took some time to think looking at Sam's huge belly and circling round to his round buttocks. "Well I guess you could become one of my workers? You could become a taste tester? All you do is sit and eat all day and I'm sure you are used to that. You'll be given free accommodation and free food of course."

"You mean I'm stuck like this? You don't have a thing that can burn all this fat?" Sam asked now more defeated.

"I'm afraid not my big boy. The only way to lose this is intense exercise and a diet which demands great will power, which we know you don't have."

"I guess i have no choice then. I'll work for you then Wonka." Sam said now having to accept his fate as a new fat boy.

"Perfect. I'll have my workers take you to the taste testers immediately. You'll fit in just perfectly with the rest of them." Just then a well build strong worker walked up to Sam and grabbed his hand. He started walking towards a larger door then where they entered and led Sam through there, with Sam waddling behind him. All the extra movement led for Sam's remaining clothes to tear apart, leaving nothing to the imagination. Lucky for him his large gut covered his front, but is huge ass was on show jiggling with every move. As they were leaving the rest of the group could see Sams body jiggle and also see the workers excitement at the sight of his. The worker gave his arse a good smack as the doors closed on them. "Oh i do like to give my workers some fun. Right shall we move on then boys?" Wonka said looking at the four boys left. They all were still shocked by what they just saw but were happy to move on.

Matt turned to Will and said "I'm just saying it was a matter of time before he got huge. Wont be surprised if that pig there will follow suit" pointing over to Charlie. Will laughed at him and agreed.

The group then left the chocolate room with just the memories of their big friend Sam. Sam quickly learnt that he can enjoy his new size with the worker taking him to a private room. He showed him just how sexy his new body was Sam soon was begging for more food to keep him nice and plump. I guess some men are into big guys...

So I'm starting this new series about a group of boys who enter wonkas factory and im sure you can figure out what happens next. This is part 1 of 4 (not sure yet) so please show some love if you want the next parts. These take quite a lot of time to write so would love to see some support. Thank you and hope you enjoy!

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[bluewinnerangel]

Absolutely stuck on the overwhelming amount of louis today so I'm just gonna turn that energy into recapping everything that made my heart melt today (warning I love all things):

his close to 1.5 hrs late grandpa entrance pls, and that security said it was because he was having lunch

the place was playing his Tour Bus Playlist yey

the many pictures and videos of him looking up at fans, full of love and smiles and warmth and mhm fuck this

when a fan asked him to write "bisexual rights" rainbows and crying emojis go here

him getting real confused when asked to write "nothing's changed" because he was thinking of the line "some things change" instead like mans wrote an album full of lines "contradicting himself" (his words) including a massive pile of "change" everywhere dont play

his face when the fan with the trans flag was talking to him

when a fan said "you're really beautiful" and he responded with "hahaha nice one"

when a fan asked if he knew her twitter because she does piano covers of his songs and he was like YEAH THE PIANO YEAH YEAH YEAH I SEE YOU ALL THE TIME *sparkly eyes*

when a fan asked him to write "hey babe" and he laughed like "hahaha yeah" like just the tone you gotta hear it he knows everything were fine

saying he likes "i choked when your smoke got in me eye" just hearing him say and put emphasis on that line.

so. much. football. talk. here's one

on that note him making this lil shit face when he told a fan their team was gonna lose

when a fan was wearing the green nike jumper he wore recently and he said "ive got that jumper - i know you know that already"

the little wave to the people in the screen

him saying hes not gonna draw a heart "only because im fucking shit at drawing hearts" and then drawing a heart and ye she quirky but i hope he knows that makes it even better

or when a fan asked to draw a little star and his response was to ask them whether they wanted it "5 sides or 6" and "I've not drawn a star in years" again excusing his drawing and then draws a star just fine

writing "we'll be alright"

his lil hiya's and nice one's and cheers'

^Seriously the way he greeted everyone was so early 1d days signings esque im not coping with the passage of time rn

the gum chewing

that a fan told him OTB wasn't a lonely song anymore

"YOU LOOK ROUGH LADS GHAGHAGHAGHA GHA GHAHGHGHA"

When a fan told him "if france wins the game you have to sing angels fly next week" he immediately went "but what about if england win" and told the fan if england win they have to show up in an england shirt at their next gig in france and then his crew apparently very much in on his betting behavior dead serious going REMEMBER HER FACE! REMEMBER HER FACE! ILL REMEMBER HER FACE and then they also thanked the fan lol

the harry meme shirt lookin eyein gazin smirkin seein perceivin happenin

his jumper. that's it.

yk his hair also.

eyes.

The whole chat about AFH in Mexico within the next 5 years and that video especially these frames thank you

personal favorite: when he was asked to write Faith In The Future's initials and he kept looking at the title on his own album cover to make sure he got the right letters

[rose-pearls]

Watching you go

Summary: your boyfriend Peeta gets picked for the Hunger Games and during these games he appears to be a couple with Katniss and just as things couldn't get worse Haymitch calls with news.

Next Part

The Hunger Games had always been a hard subject in the district, something that everyone tried to avoid, hoping that if we ignored it, it wouldn’t happen. 

This year had been a rough year with Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen going into the Hunger Games. 

I had been trying to think of anything else, but it was complicated, my boyfriend was going in an arena, and I couldn’t do anything about it. He had tried to reassure me, but I knew that he feared going there. 

School had been cancelled because of the games, to be sure that everyone was watching, and my only option was waiting anxiously to see Peeta on TV. 

It had been about four days since I last saw Peeta and three since I saw him with Katniss on fire, today the interviews were going to be happening and I was hoping that Peeta would be focused on winning. 

I left the pharmacy and saw some people already watching the big screen and decided to join them.

“So, ready to watch the interviews?”, I jumped at the voice and turned around to see Gale looking grim.

“Not really, but we don’t have a choice, do we? Plus, I want to see how Peeta is.”, Gale nodded before looking at me like he was in deep thoughts.

“How are you holding up with Katniss going in there?”, I felt him tense and saw that he was suddenly more closed up.

“Mostly angry but it’s because of the games and the fact that we sent children to their death.”, I looked at him shocked, no one had the guts to say that and certainly not in public, but Gale looked determined.

“Yeah, I think everyone is, losing someone you love is horrible.”, we both looked at each other before Gale nodded at me like he understood. Suddenly the Capitol anthem played and the both of us turned our attention to the screen.

Every district was doing great, and they were all looking more and more dangerous, but I couldn’t lose hope, that is the last thing to do. Katniss came on screen, and I felt Gale get tense, I send him a soft smile and he tries to give one back but it’s tense. 

“She did great! I mean they love her.”, I tried to reassure him after the interview and Gale nods in acknowledgment. 

I see Peeta on screen and feel my heart racing at the sight of him, he looks good, healthy so that is great, and he is handling it like a pro. I’m starting to think he got this all figured out and that he might get out of there when Caesar asks a question.

“So, you got a girl back home Peeta, you’re a handsome lad”, Peeta chuckles and I start smiling.

“No, I don’t”, I feel my heart drop and the only thing I seem to hear is a buzzing sound, I can’t hear Caesar’s next question, but I hear Peeta’s answer.

“There is someone that I like.”, he suddenly seems nervous, just like the day he had asked me out, but this wasn’t going to be good, I could feel it in my gut.

“Well, you win the Hunger Games, and you go back home, she won’t be able to refuse a winner!”, Caesar gloats and Peeta shakes his head.

“It wouldn’t work”, Caesar doesn’t seem to understand and asks what Peeta means by that when Peeta drops the bomb.

“Because she came here with me.”, the Capitol explodes in chatters, and I feel my heart shatter. I hear Gale curse next to me before feeling his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey – hey focus, let’s get out of here and someplace else so that you can think; okay?”, I nod barely knowing what is going through my head but let him lead me somewhere.

As we are walking, I am not looking where I’m going, I just have Peeta’s words on repeat ‘she came here with me’. You knew he had a bit of a crush on her when he was little, but you thought it had died when he asked you out, but people were probably right, you never forget your first love.

I feel someone shake me and see Gale trying to get me out of my trance, I look around me and see we are in the forest. I sit down and Gale follows me.

“It’s maybe a stupid question but are you okay?”

“I don’t know what to think, maybe it was a strategy?”, Gale nods but I can see he isn’t convinced either.

“Listen don’t let it get to your head; you are probably right it’s a strategy.”

“How are you holding up?”, Gale looks at me surprised but then chuckles.

“I hope it’s a strategy, just like you.”, I hum, and we stayed in the forest for another hour before going home. 

The next day the first day in the arena was going to happen and to our surprise Peeta was teaming up with the careers to help them find Katniss. I was coming to realize that I maybe didn’t knew every side of him.

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The Hunger Games had already been going for 3 days and Katniss had just released some sort of bees on the careers, and I felt my heart stop at the thought of Peeta there. Luckily, he got out, but Cato had found him and had sliced his leg, I felt nausea at the sight of him wobbling down trying to find a place where he could survive. I was cursing Abernathy for not sending him medicine while he had sent a cream to Katniss. 

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I felt my heart break when Rue died but people didn’t have a lot of time to get over it before there was a change of rules, there could now be two victors if they are from the same district. Gale’s gaze had found me in the crowd and gave me a smile and a nod at the news. Katniss quickly found Peeta, and I felt myself calm down as she could take care of his leg and help him get food and water.

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Unfortunately teaming up meant a lot of time together and the two of them had been talking together a lot and I didn’t know how to feel about this. I could also see that he was turning for the worst, but they could have the medicine if Katniss goes to the feast. The two of them were arguing about it and Katniss snuck him cold medicine to make him sleep but he was fighting through it, so Katniss kissed him. I felt the moment stop and couldn’t feel anything as I see the two of them kiss, I wonder how Gale feels working in the mines and seeing this but mostly what Peeta is thinking.

The rest of the games are a blur, and, in the end, both survive, as a couple. Their last interview is a triumph, and they look like they are in love.

“So, they are coming back tomorrow. How are you feeling?”, I scoff at Gale’s question.

“I want an explanation and to stop wanting to slap or kiss him when I see him. You?”, Gale chuckles and gives me a rare smile.

“Still angry, but I don’t think that’s going to change anything and hoping that this hasn’t changed everything between Katniss and I.”, I try to give him a reassuring smile, but it probably looks like a grimace.

I hear my mom call me from afar and give Gale a smile before going to her.

“What is it?”, she looks worried and tells me that I have to go to the mayor’s house. 

As I arrive there, I see guards lining up the halls until I arrive in a room where a phone is waiting. I take the phone while looking around.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”, I feel my heart stop at Peeta’s voice.

“Peeta?”, he chuckles, and we both just listen to each other breath.

“How are you doing?”, I don’t know how to answer such a question when I want to ask him so many others.

“I’m alright, glad you are alive.”, I hear his breathing hitch and know he is trying to keep it together.

“Yeah, me too”

“When are you coming back?”, Peeta seems to hesitate but a voice that I can’t quite hear makes him talk.

“We are coming back tomorrow and Haymitch needs to talk to you?”, my eyebrows furrow in confusion, why would Abernathy want to talk to me?

“Can’t we talk a bit more? It has been a long time and a lot has happened.”, Peeta sighs and I know he is going to say that we couldn’t.

“We’ll talk when I’m back in district 12”, I nod even though he can’t see me, and he sighs.

“Please listen to Haymitch and know that I love you.”, I’m starting to get scared, and I hear someone talk behind me, just as I look, I see Gale going into the room next to mine.

“Y – Yeah, alright I’ll listen to what he has to say. I love you too.”, Peeta tells me goodbye, and I suddenly hear another voice.

“Abernathy?”, he chuckles in the phone, and I am starting to feel annoyed.

“Yeah, the one and only, but you can say Haymitch.”, I roll my eyes at his words.

“How nice of you, now why do we need to talk?”

“Straight to the point I see, I like that!”, I hope he quickly gets to the point because I am to seconds away from ending the call and leaving.

“You probably have seen Peeta and Katniss together on television, right?”, I feel myself tense up and say a quiet yes.

“They will have to continue be a couple to convince everyone, do you understand this?”, I feel tears coming up but close my eyes to focus.

“What do you mean?”

“The berries made people angry and some need to be convinced of the relationship, having you and Peeta as a couple wouldn’t work in this scheme.”, I feel the air leave my lungs, so Peeta and I have to break up and I have to hear it from his drunk mentor.

“So, Wait. Peeta and I are not together anymore, is that it?”

“Exactly, I know it breaks your sweet little heart but it’s for their safety and yours.”, I scoff at the last part but let it slide.

“Is that all? Can I talk to Peeta?”, Haymitch lets out an awkward chuckle and I know there is something else.

“To be sure that everyone believes it you will be seen as Peeta’s cousin and Gale will be Katniss’s cousin.”, I feel like throwing up at this and I’m trying to hold my tears back.

“What do you mean? Does Peeta knows this? Did he agree to this?”

“Peeta knows it’s what’s best for you, he loves you and he is protecting you.”, I shake my head trying to understand everything but it is just a whole mess. 

“So, I have to look at my boyfriend be in love with Everdeen, and I am now his cousin?!”, Haymitch answers with a yes and I start to laugh like a madwoman.

“This is crazy, you are crazy! If you think that I am going to agree with your crazy plan then you are probably drunk.”, I can hear Haymitch getting frustrated.

“Look it’s either that or he dies.”, I close my eyes and feel the tears falling knowing I had to give in.

“Alright you win.”, Haymitch lets out a hard chuckle

“No one wins the game sweetheart.”, I shake my head in denial, hoping that this is a nightmare.

“Can I speak with Peeta?”

“We are running out of time I have to stop this call.”

“What do you mean you are running out of time?”, but before I can get an answer Haymitch hangs up and I feel the tears fall harder. 

Peeta, the boy with who I had been since we were fifteen was now going to be with Katniss and everyone was going to think that I am his cousin. But I knew it was the only choice possible it was either be selfish and watch Peeta die or sucking it up and watch him be happy; and the first option was not an option. 

I got out of the room, and I could hear Gale getting angry and I knew he was getting the same news, I left the mayor’s house and went into the woods hoping that maybe it could help me get my thoughts back together. 

I feel a paper in my pocket and read the words with my heart beating in my ears. This was the same dress that I had worn when he left for the games.

‘Trust me’

As I read the words again, I knew that this wasn’t the end and that something big was coming with Peeta and Katniss in the spotlight. Maybe I could get Peeta back after everything.

Thinking of making a part 2 but not sure :)

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #hunger games fanfiction

[theresaghostinmyhome]

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick dating headcanons

• Author’s note: Starting off the romantic writings with Mista Garrick because everyone has been sleeping on him since basically he got introduced dammit! Enjoy <3 ☾ • Warnings: The tiniest bit of suggestive content. Otherwise completely wholesome! ☾

☆ Some might perceive Kyle to be a Lad™, but honestly he’s really not. He’s too much of a softboy to play girls like that or be a dudebro about anything. He’s incredibly respectful, intelligent, and loves loyalty and commitment!

☆ Speaking of being loyal, Kyle is exactly that. When he’s interested in someone he puts his all into it, hoping they’ll be the one. He’s had many heartbreaks because he puts his heart on his sleeve and he gets taken advantage of. He just wants someone to love and to love him! Someone give this man a break huh? (I volunteer as tribute)

☆ Man is all about those sweet pet names! Think: Love, sweetheart, darling, babe(s). Once he’s in love, oh boy is he in LOVE. You’ll get all these and more, trust and believe.

☆ Loves arcade dates. In my mind, Kyle is a huge fan of classic arcade cabinets. Furthermore, Mortal Kombat. He totally wants to indoctrinate you into it if you aren’t already, will play hours and hours smashing those buttons and messing around with you just to see your smile. Will also pay for dinner no matter if he wins or loses, true gentleman. He will tease you if you lose though!

☆ If you aren’t military he would want you to meet Price. That man is Kyle’s whole inspiration, his mentor. That’s very special to him and he’d love to set up a cute little brunch where you can meet the man himself. Tell stories about how many times Kyle’s fallen out of air crafts, stuff like that! You mean a lot to him, only fair that you get to meet the old man that makes him the man he is today!

☆ He doesn’t expect it or demand it, but if you ever help him in his life outside of work he appreciates it beyond everything else. Making breakfast or helping him get through the mountain of dirty laundry he always brings back, helping him out like that makes his whole week. He’ll make sure to do the same for you, returning the favor is his favorite game after all (wink wonk). If you make breakfast, he’ll make dinner. If you do his laundry, he’ll wash every dish in his vicinity. Mans will never leave you with more to be desired, trust.

☆ Will always check in on how you’re doing. Never wants you to feel as if you aren’t being listened to or heard. Making sure you’re eating and sleeping comes with this too! He wants his partner to be comfortable and happy. If you need anything he’ll always be there to get it to you.

☆ If you’re not military and are more civilian aligned, face timing him while he’s deployed is a must for him. He needs to check in on you, make sure you know he’s okay and alive, and to see your wonderful face that he loves so much.  Plus, you get to see that handsome smile of his! Hearing you while he’s out in the middle of nowhere unable to sleep, it keeps him going. Ever since you came into his life things have changed in a good way, he’s always doing good for everyone else and he loves it, but now he can do good for those he loves too.

☆ Top tier cuddler, truly. Mans loves to hold and to be held, whatever you want he can be and he’ll soak up every second of it. He’s good at detecting what you want in the moment, accommodating if you need to be held after a rough day or if you sense he needs to just get lost in your arms for a while. Plenty of kisses are going to happen during any designated cuddle time too, he’s especially fond of kissing your hands and your temple.

☆ Overall a fantastic boyfriend to have, he’s a sweetheart with so much to give! Gaz girlies (gender neutral) unite <3

#Kyle G.➳ #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty mw2 #modern warfare 2019 #modern warfare 2022 #mw2 x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz modern warfare #gaz mw2 #gaz cod #cod x reader #suggestive #just a tiny bit. just a little. cant even tell.

[pulisicz]

have we been here before? - mason mount

i guess things have come full circle

summary - you and mason used to “date” back in middle school, which then led to a more serious relationship in high school, but due to mason pursuing his football career, you two spilt.

now, years later, you two are reunited.

♡︎

pairing - mason mount x fem!reader

song inspo - n/a

warnings! - none, this is straight fluff

word count - 1.5k

note - i will 100% be making a part 2

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mason had had a long day. getting back into the season had been hard, especially after the heartbreak of what happened at the world cup.

another loss…

it was hard on all of the guys, but that doesn’t mean that they could just be all sad and not give it 110% for their club teams.

it was, however, nice to get back with the team.

mason had missed all of them a lot, but mainly his two best mates, christian and ben.

“i hate to be the one to say this, but there’s always next time. we had a rough fight, but we did well, lads”. harry maguire says as they all get situated in their plane seats.

after the long plane ride, the boys were finally back in england. yes, loosing the world cup sucked, but being back home was nice.

mason’s sister, stacey, and his mom, picked him up from the airport.

“oh my god, stacey, what are you doing here?” mason said, being more shocked than ever.

his sister lives in australia, and after she and her family came to see mason play, she was supposed to go back to australia, at least that was the plan. but stacey had wanted to surprise mason by visiting england for a little.

the car ride home was nice. he got to catch up with his sister, which was much needed. he also got a moment of peace from all of the craziness in his life, which was very refreshing.

mason didn’t have to go back to chelsea training for another week, so he got to rest and do whatever he wanted for a good while. although mason was excited to spend time with his family and friends, the only thing he could think of at the moment was getting into his bed to take a much needed nap.

-

you were almost done with your errands, the only place left to go to was the grocery store. you went over your list to see what you needed and headed into the store, list and pen in hand.

apples

grapes

saltine crackers

lemonade

lettuce

tomato’s

shredded cheese

caesar salad dressing

croutons

granola bars

you didn’t need much so it shouldn’t be a long trip.

you were almost finished with your list, only a couple items left when you realized you needed to grab more bread.

you are carefully going over your list and assessing what you had already gotten as you turn to the bread aisle, not paying attention to your surroundings. you collide with someone else’s cart, which shake you from your focus.

“oh shit, i’m sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was go-ing…. mason?”

you stand there, unable to think, but trying to think at the same time.

what is he doing here?

“what are you doing here?” you ask, as if it’s not the most obvious answer. he’s obviously getting groceries.

“i’m getting groceries, and you?”

your mind is racing. it had been 5 years since you last saw him. 5 years since the two of you were dating. 5 years since you were your happiest self.

“doing the same. um. how have you been?”

you really had no idea what to say. for someone you used to know so well, you’re acting as if this is your first time meeting.

“i’ve been good. i just back into town today and wanted to run out to get some things. nothing much though. what about you? are you still into photography?”

photography… he remembered

“yes i am! i’m actually studying photography at oxford, along with english. it’s been a really cool experience. — and what do you mean by not much, didn’t you just get back from the world cup? that’s insane mason! you did amazing!”

“thank you. i tried”

-

mason couldn’t believe he ran into y/n. all the memories flooded him.

she still studies photography…

mason remembered everything about her. he remembered how she always wanted to be an author, but had the biggest passion for photography. he remembered how oxford was the only school she wanted to go to. he remembered that she had started writing a book their senior year.

her book.

“did you end up finishing your book?” mason asked remembering about her book.

the book was something y/n had put all her time into. she was not passionate about writing it, and mason was ecstatic for her, but she was still in the very early stages of it when they had broken up, so he never got to see it really come together.

“my book?” y/n seemed puzzled. did she forget about it? did she finish it? does she have no idea what i’m talking about? masons mind started wandering. was it weird that i asked?

y/n stood there think for a few more seconds before her eyes lit up.

“YOU REMEMBER?!”

“how could i forget? you poured your entire heart into that book. i never got to see it come together. did you end up finishing it?”

y/n’s smile faded just a little.

“sadly not. i had to put it on the back burner to focus on my studies, and even now i only work on it from time to time. i still want to finish it though.”

this made mason smile a little. hearing that she was still working on her book made him happy. it was like nothing had changed. y/n was still y/n. the only thing is, is that mason is now a world famous footballer, and y/n is a student at oxford.

“i hate to break this reunion up, but i have to finish my grocery shopping and get back to my dorm. my roommate is going to kill me if i’m not home soon. it was so nice to see you mason”.

no.

no.

mason couldn’t just let her leave like he did to her 5 years ago.

“y/n?”

y/n turned back around before leaving the asile.

“can i get your number? i have gotten a new number since senior year and i really want to get together with you some time”.

y/n walked over to mason and he gave her his phone so she could put in her number.

“i’ll see you later, mason”. y/n said, putting a little emphasis on his name.

the second y/n walked out of the aisle, mason did a little celebration dance before composing himself to finish shopping.

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“would you want to go to the 49 cafe for brunch tomorrow?”

mason had typed and retyped his text about 5 times. why was he so nervous? is just a date. it’s not even a proper date, it’s just brunch, nothing fancy.

delivered.

-

you were at your desk studying for your upcoming exam in your psych class when your phone lit up.

mason was the name on your screen and your heart skipped a beat. you had hoped he would text sooner than later, but certainly not this early, although you weren’t complaining.

as you read the text you couldn’t help but blush. you pull your knees up on the chair to lean your chin on as you text mason back.

“i would love to! what time?”

you saw the three dots show up almost immediately, which only made you blush more.

“does someone finally have a little boyfriend?” your roommate, emily, asks in a giddy, yet, sarcastic tone. emily has always pushed you to go out more, but being the introvert you were, chose to stay home writing, studying, or editing photos from your photo shoots.

“hmm? oh, no. i just saw a funny video”.

lies.

you had never ever lied to emily, but you couldn’t tell her that you were going on a date with mason mount.

“you’re lying, i know you too well”.

emily hops off her bed and makes her way towards you. you knew you were a bad lier, but no matter how good the lie was, emily would always see right through you.

“so, what’s his name?”

“mason”

emily starts smiling and jumping up and down.

“y/n finally has a boyfriend” emily says in a sing-song type voice while skipping around in a circle like a 5 year old.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, em. it’s just brunch”.

well, i did have a boyfriend.

you hadn’t told emily about mason yet, and you weren’t ever planning on telling her, but being reunited with mason might have to bring you to tell her, but that was a problem for another day.

you look back at your phone to see if mason had texted back the time for tomorrow, and as expected, the blue bubble has appeared.

“11 AM?”

you look at your schedule to make sure you definitely don’t have any classes at that time, and after seeing you have nothing, you text him back.

“works for me”

“perfect. i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #chelsea fc #chelsea #fanfic #pulisicz

[watermelonsugacry]

Hi!! I just wanna say I’m obsessed with your harry x 1dmember!reader series and have binged the entire masterlist. What got me all gooey and fluffy inside was when it was mentioned that Harry and reader would cuddle up on a bunk and show each other vines they found funny. I’d really love to see more moments like that where it's just them.. Harry gazing at reader with heart-shaped eyes whilst reader isn't looking and vice verse. Your work is beautiful, Im in love <333

They have so many moments like this where do I even begin?!

2012:

Being on the tour bus for hours on end as the band travels from one city to another can become one of two things: chaos as YN and the boys talk and eat and occasionally rough house from being locked up for so long. Or the bus is filled with peaceful serenity as each band member goes about doing their own thing.

Days like today, it was the ladder as the lads are scattered around the bus: Niall with his guitar in his hands at the front of the bus, Liam and Louis eating at the small table, and Zayn napping the day away.

As for YN and Harry, the two are lounged out in the back of the bus that was more like the TV room. Despite the small area being lined with leather seating, the two teenagers find themselves squished next to one another at the center of the couch.

And despite being the only ones on the room, YN and Harry each share an ear bud that's connected to his phone as he shows her funny vines. Their excuse was to share earphones for the sake of not disturbing the peace on the quiet bus but they both somehow knew it was an invalid excuse given Niall's peaceful strumming can be heard from all the way back here.

It's not like it bothered either of them to begin with. Instead of her eyes being on the small video clip he's eagerly showing her, her eyes stay on his lips for a moment too long. In turn, Harry holds his breath every time she leans closer and swipes her finger on the screen to rewatch the silly clip. One easy lean forward and he can press his lips to the soft skin of her cheek, but as always, he refrains from doing so.

2013:

After a long day of press interviews for their documentary film, This Is Us, Harry, Niall, and YN ride together in a black Range Rover as they go to their next location.

While Niall chats away with the driver and other security guards at the front of the car, the two of them rest in the backseat. YN crosses her arms over one another and closes her eyes just to ease her oncoming headache from all of the commotions from the day.

Not long after, Harry looks up from his phone when he feels something on his shoulder. He sees the top of YN’s cheek smushed against him, her chest rising and falling at a peaceful rate as she sleeps. Very carefully and delicately, he maneuvers himself lower in his seat so that her head can fully and comfortably rest on his shoulder.

He just hopes that the other lads in the car will assume that the soft smile on his face is from what's on his phone and not the lovely girl napping on his shoulder.

2014:

During their photoshoot for their fourth album cover, the band constantly moves around in front of the brown, hardwood wall as the photographer continuously takes their pictures.

With her back to the rest of the band as they mess around for the pictures, YN rests her forearm on Harry's shoulder, tilting her head with a small smile and raise of her eyebrows.

There are various in-the-moment photos where Harry looks at his bandmate with sparkling eyes as he reaches up to gently pluck an eyelash on the top of her cheek. It results in her giving him one of her golden smiles that never fails to make his dimples dig into his cheeks.

As the rest of the boys throw their arms around one another and make silly faces, the two of them are in their own world.

He physically can't take his eyes off of her as she reaches up to take the fedora off his head and playfully places it on her own.

2015: 

YN stands on top of one of the raised platforms on the catwalk as she speaks with Harry. The fans can't possibly hear what their conversation is about but they still get extremely giddy at the sight of the two interacting.

He nods to whatever she’s saying and as he goes to place his water bottle by her feet, he notices the laces on YN’s heeled boots have come undone. As he responds to her, he lowers himself down to one knee and ties the laces again. 

YN doesn't even realize the fond smile resting on her lips as she looks down at her bandmate. Even the ear-piercing sound of the fans screaming doesn't faze her. The gesture is so subtle and yet she can feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Once he ties off the laces, he gives her shoe a playful pat before rising to his feet like nothing happened.

2016:

Harry and YN sit across from each other, a plate of chocolate cake between them at the Beachwood café. It's already been a month into the band's supposed 18 month hiatus and the two of them wanted to spend yet another night together before flying off to different parts of England for some well-needed family time.

YN digs her fork into the edge of the cake as she continues to go on about a song idea she’s been working on on the side. Coming off working for five years straight, her mind can't stop itself from flowing out new melodies, lyrics, and storylines.

With his fork still clean, Harry’s eyes bounce around the different parts of her face under the dim lighting of the restaurant. An affectionate smile rests comfortably on his lips as she continues to ramble on excitingly. 

He might just order her another one to prolong the night even further.

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Couldn't resist

Ghost x afab reader

This man has been stuck in my head for MONTHS so I had to write. Once again I'm barly getting into writing sumt so please give me a break. This was kinda rushed, I wrote this in about an hour. Nun the less enjoy

Summary: all of task force 141 were having drinks at the base, you got a little to flirty with alejandro.

Warnings ig? - foul language, p in v, rough sex, a drip of praise, ghost just being an asshole. I honestly feel like this man dosent know what calm sex is. He's just aggressive, 18+ minors go away thank you ♡

It just started off as drinks, harmless really. All of task force 141 got done with a mission and thought they'd celebrate with some drinks at the base.

You where not new but had only been apart of 141 for a year. Price walked in with a bottle of vodka "this is apart of my personal collection so you lads should be happy im sharing" he laughed "just pour some shots captain" you smiled back " impaciencia somos ahora?" Alejandro spoke before taking a sip from his beer. You took a shot and looked at him "solo tratando de pasar un buen rato" he leaned in "Sé cómo mostrarte un buen momento hermosa." You smiled "me gustaria eso señor~" you purred. Before you and him could go any further ghost slammed his gun on the table. Which made everyone look over at him "oops" he looked at you.

After that ghost grabbed a bottle of bourbon and went to his room, soup tried shouting "COME ON L.T LIVE ALITTLE" but all that was herd was a slamming door.

The night was calm, soup, gaz and ruddy where playing uno while plastered. Alejandro and price where sitting at the table sipping on there beers going over paper work and you where just watching the three boys act like 5 year Olds. You got tired and decided to go to bed.

The next day was another mission so the boys had to shake the hang overs, which they oddly did well.

Before 141 head out they said goodbye to alejandro and ruddy since they where getting on a plane back to Las Almas. Alejandro went to shake your hand and pulled you in "Quise decir lo que dije princesa" you pulled away wide eyed he smiled at you and started walking away "hasta pronto hermanos" ruddy yelled. You felt a pair of eyes on you, of course they where ghosts. You just walked away.

Price had you and ghost stationed on a building, 2 snipers ready if need be. The rest of the men would infiltrate the building and try to get the drug lord out as peacefully as possible but everyone new that wasn't going to happen.

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"Do you two have eyes on the target?" Price asked. "Yes sir" you and ghost both spoke, "alright good we're going in now, wait for my call. Soap and his team will go in a little while after us, out."

You leaned back looking at ghost who was still staring threw the scope of his sniper. "He said he'd call it you don't need to keep watch" you spoke matter of factly "don't care" ghost sharply stated. You rolled your eyes and asked "what's been with you lately? You slammed your gun down on the table last night when me and alejandro were talking and you stared daggers into me and him early today." He stayed silent, you then got more annoyed at how dry he was acting so you decided to push his buttons. "Ohhh I know what this is about, you don't like we where flirting with eachother?" He still said nothing trying his dambist to just stare down the scope. You pushed further "come on ghost we fucked once. one time. Dosent mean you get to be mad im was flirting with someone else." Nothing said. And futher you pushed "what is it you scared he might fuck me bet-" your words where cut off with a hand aggressively put around your throat. "You need to learn to shut the fuck up." He looked down at you "oh so he dose speak" you chuckled. Which just pissed him off more. "What do you want "y/n" you smiled "for you to fuck me obviously."

Before you could react he had you up against the wall. "We're making this fucking quick. Pants off." He spoke annoyed. "Yes sir" you smiled. You pulled your panties and your pants down to your ankle. he lifted you up on top of a box that was in the room with you to. He slides 2 fingers in "already wet for me? Fucking slut, you wanted this." You grinned your hips "mmhmm maybe I did" you smile "you annoying little shit." You can see him roll his eyes threw the mask before pumping his fingers into you faster. "Ghost we're entering the building you see us?" Soap asks over the coms, you forgot soaps team hadn't gone in yet. Your eyes widening. "ghost how copy" soap questions "you stay fucking quite" his hand that was on your neck moves to click the button to speak "affirmative I see you. Y/n just wouldn't shut up." He chuckles before shoving his fingers as deep as possible into you. You throw your head back and moan before soap can hears, ghost cues off "ha alright I'll let you two know if we need your guys help sit tight. Out" soap says before entering the building. That was the least of ghost worries "copy" after ghost answer he takes his fingers out of your cunt. "Get on your stomach" Ghost commands. You happily do so "good girl~" he spoke, which made you clinch around nothing. all you could hear after that was the sound of his belt unbuckleing and his pants hitting the ground.

He lines himself up and bends over so his mouth is right by your ear " you annoy the shit out of me so I'm gunna fuck you then your gunna shut the fuck up and stop acting like a fucking slut. Got it." You look up at him "yes sir~ please just fuck me" he chuckles "pathetic" he then slams into you, he gives you maybe a minute to adjust before he sets a relentless pace, your head hanging low while you moan in ecstacy. "Yes fuck, oh my go- just like that" you don't know what your saying at this point you just don't want him to stop. He grabs you by the throat and pounds into you more "you voice is so- ah fucking annoying" he is fucking you like he hates you and for some reason it turns you on more.

He's hitting all of the good spots, you feel that knot in your stomach tighten "fuck gho- im gunna uah c-cum" you whine "then play with your clit and cum. I'm not doing all the fucking work." He won't admit it to you but god the way you moan when he fucks you sounds so good but he has to be quick you two are on a mission for fucks sake. It's not long before your cumming, your back arches one hand on the box the other going from your clit to his hand that's on you hips. "Fuck yes oh my God yes" ghost slams into you a few more times before he pulls out and starts to put on his pants.

"Wha but you didn't cum?" You start to fix your hair and pull you panties and underwear back up, he gets closer. "Were on a mission, if im gunna make a mess out of you I'll do it back at the base. You got what you wanted so now I'll get what I want later." You smile and look up "oh so well continue this later?" You ask smugly "sit down and shut up."

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Mission went successful as always and once everyone was back at the base and everyone was in there rooms. You where at your desk doing paper work when your phone dinged, you looked over at it when it read *message from L.T*

"Time to hold up your end of the deal princess"

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Billy’s Bad Boy

“Good morning, Rob. The usual?” Billy asked with a smile, as his favourite customer waddled in: a giant, 450lb burly and handsome guy in his mid fifties, with a particular love of all Billy’s tasty treats.

“Yes please!” the greedy guy grinned, swallowing back saliva as he glanced at everything on offer. 

If Rob had been gay and twenty years younger, Billy would have been after him for sure. The guy was so friendly and charismatic; supporting Billy as he worked his way up from owning a little mobile take-out truck, to the large premises he now inhabited in the middle of town. It hadn’t been easy to get the business up and running, but there was clearly a gap in the market for tasty snacks in this town, and Billy was sure going to fill it. 

“Are you working out in this hot sun today, Rob?” Billy asked as he plated up Rob’s usual selection of cream-filled donuts. “You’d best have another one of these - on the house,” he winked flirtatiously at him as he put out another donut on the man’s loaded tray of food. “You’re going to need your energy!”

Rob smiled back, always enjoying the way Billy playfully flirted with him, despite Rob being happily married for thirty years. “You know, my pants don’t quite fit like they used to since I started coming here every day,” the big man joked, rubbing his large, deliciously rounded gut.

“Good! That’s exactly what I like to hear!” Billy nodded back. “You can buy new pants, but you can’t get donuts like mine anywhere else!”

Rob chuckled and mumbled in agreement. “Quite right,” he replied, handing over his card to pay.

“YOU NEED TO KEEP CONTROL OF THAT BOY OF YOURS, ROB PARRY!” shouted a sudden angry voice. “How can you live with yourselves? You need to put him on a fucking leash! He’s an animal! My husband’s car is a fucking wreck because of him!”

Billy turned and looked frantically at Fran, stood behind him, pointing an angry finger at Rob. “Fran!” he shouted, mortified that one of his employees was screaming at a customer. “Get back in the kitchen area, now!” he ordered.

Fran exchanged a few more bitter words at the man before she finally followed her instruction and slid back into the kitchen, every bit as angry as she had been when she burst out. 

“I’m so sorry about that, Rob. I’ll be having a word with Fran. There’s no charge today,” he offered apologetically, handing back the payment card. 

“No, no, it’s fine,” Rob countered, passing back his card to be charged. “My son’s been in trouble with the police again. I know he has a lot to answer for around here. He’s slowly becoming ‘Public Enemy Number One.’ Smashing up that car the other day is the least of it. Trust me, I’ve heard a lot worse than what Fran had to say in the last couple of years. I just don’t know what to do with him. I’m at the end of my tether.”

“Who is your son?” Billy asked, wondering why this was the first he’d heard about the renegade offspring. After all, Rob had been coming for donuts from him for a couple of years by now.

“Jensen Parry,” Rob sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard the name about town before.”

“Jensen is your son?” Billy asked, hardly believing it. He certainly knew the name. Jensen had earned a somewhat notorious reputation for troublemaking, fighting and joyriding. Billy had been in the year below him in high school, before Jensen had been expelled in his final year, without graduating. There really was nothing about him that seemed in any way connected to Rob. Jensen was a smart-mouthed, arrogant jerk who worked his way from one bed to another with his pretty face and large-framed, overly muscular body; the bad boy that girls knew they should avoid, but never could; even if it was obvious to everyone that he was holding a one-way ticket to prison through all his wild antics.

“He’s not a bad lad,” Rob sighed. “He’s just a little lost. He hangs out with a rough crowd; guys he knows through his gym. But he’s always been easily led and he thinks his ridiculous behaviour is incredibly hilarious. I was exactly the same when I was younger; before I met my wife. I fell in love with her cooking and that was it for me!” he joked with a forced smile, whilst patting his oversized belly. “That’s all my Jensen needs; someone to love and calm him down a bit, in the same way my wife did with me.”

Billy nodded sympathetically at Rob. He couldn’t imagine how much stress it must have caused being the father of Jensen Parry. Despite Rob’s optimism, Billy was inclined to share the opinion of the rest of the town: Jensen was a lost cause.

A few weeks later, Billy was enjoying the opening night of the brand new bar across the street from his store. As a local entrepreneur, he was often invited along to events such as these, and he was more than happy to support local businesses where he could. The bar looked great, although the selection of alcohol on offer was perhaps a little mismatched with the clientele here in town.

“Jensen Parry has just barged his way in,” fretted the girl behind the bar, looking over Billy’s shoulder. “That’s the last thing we need on our opening night! I knew we should have hired someone on the door. He’s going to ruin everything!”

Billy looked back and saw the man they were so worried about, sneering as he looked around, knowing that he wasn’t invited. “Leave him to me,” Billy sighed after downing the last of his beer and standing up. Perhaps something was missing in Billy’s brain, but guys like Jensen didn’t intimidate him like they did most people. His parents had never been much use to him and so he’d learned the fine arts of charm and tact could get him a lot further in life than anything else could. It was how he had survived high school completely unscathed by guys like Jensen, and the reason why so many people came into his store on a regular basis. “Jensen! Hey, buddy!” he called out with his hand outstretched and ready to shake. “Long time, no see!”

“Do I know you?” Jensen asked; a little caught off guard by Billy’s friendliness; seemingly insulted by it perhaps.

“I was in the year below you in high school. But, trust me, buddy, everyone knew who you were!” he chuckled, patting Jensen on his broad back, as if congratulating him on a job well done. “You know, I was telling a friend of mine about the cafeteria stunt you pulled back in the day. She thought I was making it up! She didn’t believe a word of it!”

Jensen’s smirk was full of nostalgia and his suspicion of Billy seemed to be dissipating.

“Care for drink?” Billy asked. “I’d love to know how you did it.”

Jensen looked around, as if searching for a better offer, and finding none. “Sure. Why not?” he nodded, starting to head to the bar when Billy politely stopped him.

“Not here,” Billy whispered. “Shitty, overpriced cocktails are not really my thing. Let’s go somewhere we can get a proper beer.”

Clearly already a little intoxicated, Jensen nodded and started to leave the building, fine to go wherever in order to get a free drink. Billy looked back to see the girl behind the counter mouthing ‘thank you’ to him across the room; clasping her hands as if she had been praying.

Billy’s satisfaction at having lured Jensen out of the bar was soon spoiled by the fact that the security standing outside the next bar simply raised their hands and barred Jensen from entering. “You know you’re not allowed in here,” they explained gruffly. “Beat it!” 

Jensen hurled back a barrage of expletives and on they walked to the next place, where, unfortunately, the same thing happened once again. Billy cringed to be seen with such a loud and openly aggressive guy; no less than two hundred and twenty pounds of giant muscle and taller than any of the security folks. More than once he thought Jensen might start using his fists to get what he wanted. But, even so, Billy still wanted to play his part and keep Jensen from going back to the cocktail bar and spoiling their opening night.

“I know somewhere we can go,” Billy stated, forcing a smile onto his face. He led Jensen back along the street to the front of his store and opened the door. 

“This is your place?” Jensen asked, obviously surprised. 

“It sure is,” Billy nodded. “Take a seat.”

“My dad talks about this place all the time,” Jensen mumbled, taking his seat as instructed. “I think your donuts are the reason why he’s so fucking fat!” he laughed.

“I know your dad,” Billy smiled, heading into the back for a couple of beers. “He’s a funny guy. And as much as I would love to take credit for how big your dad is, I’m pretty sure he was already enormous, even before he started coming in here every day!”

Jensen accepted his beer and chuckled back. “Yeah, dad’s always had a sweet tooth!” There was a warmth in his eyes, as if he truly did love and admire his dad, despite everything he was putting him through. “Mom overfeeds him. He’s like one of those fat, spoiled house cats to her!”

“Well, thanks in part to your dad’s sweet tooth, this place is turning into a little goldmine,” Billy joked, clinking his beer bottle with Jensen’s as if making a toast. “I’m looking into opening another store a few miles away. Then I’ll be able to fatten up a whole load of other folks, just like your dad!” he chuckled.

Jensen seemed a little restless and he was taking his beer down in long, gulping strides. Before Billy would know it, he’d be finished and out that door; back harassing the rest of the town in no time at all.

“You want to try some of the stuff I sell?” Billy asked, trying to hide his desperation to keep Jensen where he was. He didn’t wait for a response before he got up and headed to the kitchen area. “These are the ones your dad likes best,” he explained, returning at lightning speed, holding a plateful of donuts. 

Jensen reached and took one, stuffing it into his mouth in the same way his father did. It was the first similarity between the pair of them that Billy had ever noticed. “So, how many calories are in these things?” Jensen asked suspiciously, taking his second helping.

Billy laughed to himself. “Oh… these things are absolutely PACKED full of calories!” he replied wickedly. “How else do you think I get them to taste so good? Just, keep it to yourself… I don’t want folks getting put off coming here! If they all gain a few pounds, that’s just too bad!” he teased.

“So you really weren’t kidding when you said you were fattening everyone up around here,” Jensen nodded with strange approval. Undeterred, he picked up the next donut and fed it into his mouth. Now that Billy was looking properly, the similarities between Jensen and his father really were quite striking.

Despite everything, Billy found that he had quite enjoyed his conversation with Jensen that night. After discussing school days, the conversation had turned to Jensen’s dad, since that was the only other connection they shared. It really seemed to Billy that Jensen looked up to his father in ways that most people wouldn’t be able to identify. And for that, Billy found that he actually quite liked the town’s ‘bad boy’ after all.

“How did Jensen’s court case go?” Billy asked a couple of months later as Rob came in for his morning coffee and donut.

“A suspended sentence with community service,” Rob sighed with relief. “We’re all so relieved the judge went so easy on him. Now he’s just got to keep his nose clean for two years,” he grumbled pessimistically.

“That’s excellent news!” Billy beamed, surprising himself with how much better he felt, knowing that Jensen wasn’t sitting in a prison cell right now.

“You’ve been a great help these last few weeks, you know,” Rob went on, looking with the utmost sincerity into Billy’s eyes. “He likes coming in here and having a chat with you. You’re one of the few people in town who actually bothers with him. It’s what he needs, you know; a level-headed friend. Not one of those stupid gym buddies of his. A bunch of jerks, every one of them!”

“Jensen’s a nice guy,” Billy nodded. “Sure, he’s made mistakes. But who hasn’t?”

“I’m glad you think so,” Rob smiled, looking around to see if anyone else was listening in. “Because I think you might be the key to keeping him out of trouble for the next few months.” With that, he reached into his deep pocket and brought out a thick wad of rolled up notes, passing them to Billy.

“Rob? What the hell is this?” Billy gasped, wanting to pass it back immediately.

“I know you give him free donuts and coffees when he comes in. You don’t have to do that and you shouldn’t be out of pocket because of it.”

“Well… that’s just… me being nice,” Billy mumbled. “But this is…” His eyes boggled at how much cash was in his hand still. “Rob, there’s no way he’s eaten enough for this amount of money.”

“No, I know that,” Rob admitted. “But the more time he’s in here with you, the less time he has out there, getting himself into trouble with the scum that he hangs around with.”

Billy tried to protest, but Rob was having none of it. And, not wanting to argue with his favourite customer, Billy eventually slipped the bundle of notes into his pocket with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Rob really was counting on him to help keep Jensen on the straight and narrow. However, that was probably going to take a lot more than just a few donuts and coffees.

“If I get this job, I’ll be able to start paying you back for all these snacks and coffees you give me,” Jensen smiled as he bit into his third donut of the day.

“If you get that job, you’re going to start paying back your mom for trashing her car first!” Billy laughed. “I love that you thought about giving me something, but these donuts cost almost nothing to make. You don’t need to feel guilty about having a few lousy treats.” 

The guilt of having so much money handed to him still weighed heavily on Billy’s mind. Two or three donuts a day didn’t seem enough to cover it all and he found himself upping his game on a daily basis; an extra coffee here, a milkshake there, with more added whipped cream,. But just the fact that Jensen was talking about the idea of holding down a steady job was such a huge step for him. Before, he had crashed from one employment to another, exhausting his dad’s many contacts within the construction industry until he was no longer welcome anywhere.

“How’re things going with that second store you wanted to open?” Jensen asked. “You’ll have a whole new town to fatten up with your treats soon!”

Billy smirked. He’d only been joking when he’d said that he was fattening up the neighbourhood, but Jensen had seemed to hang onto that idea as if Billy really was that wicked. Then again, perhaps he was, Billy chuckled to himself. “I’m still looking for the right premises,” he explained. “So, for now, I’m just going to focus on fattening up everyone in this town first,” he winked.

“That’s fine by me!” Jensen nodded. “One of the guys my dad works with says he’s gained thirty pounds since you opened up here.”

“Which one is that?” Billy asked, trying to think of the many construction guys he’d seen with Jensen’s dad.

“Steve. The younger one with short brown hair.”

“Oh, yes! I know who you mean,” Billy laughed to himself. “Yeah, that one is getting proper little man boobs and everything! He clearly doesn’t work out in a gym like you do and I get the impression that he’s fairly lazy in work; so of course it’s going to stick. But he orders the orange cream donuts and they really are VERY fattening indeed! Plus, I may occasionally slip him a couple of free ones, which partly explains why his ass has got a bit of width to it recently,” he joked. “I’m sure his wife wouldn't thank me!”

“The orange cream one? I don’t think I’ve ever tried that,” Jensen pondered cheekily.

“Coming right up!” Billy smiled with delight, pleased to offload as much as he could to relieve his conscience for all the money he had taken off Rob.

The more Billy’s business brain thought about the town, the more he realised that there were loads of opportunities for extending his menu with things that you couldn’t really get anywhere else: waffles, local ice creams, pancakes. There were so many ways he could expand his operation. He spoke at length about the ideas to Jensen who really was nothing if not encouraging.

“Are you still seeing that Bethany girl behind your friend’s back?” Billy asked disapprovingly. “You know it’s only going to cause a whole load of shit when he finds out?”

“She’s the one who always comes on to me!” Jensen smirked indignantly, thinking himself blameless. “Like I’m going to say no to a free blowjob?”

“She’s bad news!” Billy cautioned. “When it all comes out, there’s going to be a massive fight and her boyfriend is going to do his best to make you break your probation and have you sent off to prison. You know none of those guys from the gym really care about you. Is a quick fuck with Bethany really worth going to prison for?”

“You really don’t like my gym friends, do you?” Jensen laughed.

“Not one bit,” Billy replied honestly. “If I had one wish, it would be for you to walk away from those jerks down at the gym and never look back. It would be the best move you could ever make.”

Jensen sat back a little in his chair, raising his eyebrows at the idea of giving up his whole social group. “You really do give a fuck about me, don’t you?” he asked, a little thrown by how the conversation had turned.

“You know I do,” Billy nodded sincerely. “I just want the best for you.”

A small, playful grin came to Jensen’s face and he sat up again, as if he had had the most marvellous idea. “Tell me to quit the gym and I’ll do it,” he stated with a sudden rush of enthusiasm.

“Just like that?” Billy laughed sceptically.

“Yeah. Just like that!” Jensen nodded. “Go on. Tell me to quit!” he insisted, as if daring or seducing Billy in some way.

“Quit the gym then,” Billy relented. “Cut up your membership card and never see those meat heat buddies of yours again.”

Jensen sat back, looking pleased with himself. “Your wish… is my command!”

With the introduction of Billy’s new expanded menu over the coming weeks, Billy found he was playing host to Jensen more than ever before. It seemed, rather remarkably, that Jensen had been true to his word. He’d not been down to see his old friends at the gym once and there hadn’t been a single complaint about him in town.

“Whatever you’re doing, just keep on doing it,” Jensen’s father smiled, passing over far too much cash for his impromptu evening visit and spotting his son in the corner; his back turned and watching videos on his cell phone while nibbling on things that Billy had brought over.

“Rob, not that I don’t love having Jensen here, but is there anything you could do to help him find some work? He just sort of hangs around all day and I’m a bit worried that all this food is…” He looked across at Jensen just as he scratched his side, lifting his shirt and giving a glimpse of a fleshy, budding love handle.

“People won’t hire him because of how much he’s dicked around in his jobs in the past. It’s his own fault,” Rob grumbled unsympathetically. “And if you’re worried that he’s getting a little chubby - good! Just let him. His mother and I have no intentions of becoming grandparents anytime soon, so the fewer chances he has to get some crazy girl pregnant, the better!”

“But…” Billy tried, looking over again as Jensen started a fresh plate of food, biting in with as much gusto as his father.

Rob went back into his wallet and pulled out a few more notes of cash, stuffing them into Billy’s shirt pocket. “Trust me,” he whispered. “Just let this play out…”

Jensen’s body was changing. It was obvious to anyone that the guy had done steroids in the past to get his body so packed with muscle, but now that his gym had been taken away from him, he seemed to be softening up with quite remarkable speed. Billy had noticed the little love handles starting to sprout and the way his pecs were beginning to look ‘full’ rather than pumped. But there was also the slight puffiness to his face and the softening of his jawline and buttocks to think about too.

“How was that? Do you think it would work on the regular menu?”  Billy asked as he picked up Jensen’s plate.

“Very nice!” Jensen beamed. “I think it worked really well. Maybe just add a little more cream at the side though.”

“More cream?” Billy asked in surprise. Jensen really had inherited his father’s sweet tooth. “Okay, good suggestion,” he nodded unconvinced. “Do you want to try something a little more savoury now?”

“I’d love to,” Jensen nodded, going straight back to playing a game on his phone.

“He’s getting fat, that one,” Fran grumbled as she looked over at Billy bringing back Jensen’s plate. “Look at him! Sat there all day on his cell phone, stuffing his face. It couldn’t happen to a nicer person!” she sneered sarcastically. Billy could tell from her tone that she still couldn’t bear the sight of him, much like the rest of the town. “He’s going to end up just like his idiot father in no time.”

Billy tried to breathe a little deeper and calm himself down. He’d always loved chubby guys and hearing Fran comment on Jensen’s changing appearance, like she was doing, only seemed to be arousing a strange desire within him. “Bacon and cheese waffle for table eight, please” he ordered simply.

Fran looked straight over to Jensen again, sat on table eight. “Fuck me! Not more food? Hasn’t he got somewhere else to be?”

“Bacon and cheese waffle for table eight,” Billy repeated, not wanting to engage in any sort of conversation with her right then.

“Fine!” Fran grumbled, knowing that she and her boss would never agree when it came to Jensen. “I’ll feed the fatso!” she complained, starting to walk back to the kitchen area. “I’ll pile it up with that really greasy cheese; see how the pig likes that!”

Billy closed his eyes and took a second to breathe behind the counter. He was supposed to be helping Jensen turn his life around,and yet, his boner for him seemed impossible to quash of late. The guilt of taking money from Jensen’s dad and now these feelings of arousal; Billy started to feel like the most morally corrupt person on the planet. His eyes popped open as he heard Jensen’s chair scrape along the floor and he watched as the town’s bad boy took himself off to the bathroom; leading with a stout little paunch and displaying his wider, overly padded rear as the door closed behind him. He didn’t know where all this was going, but he suddenly felt like he had lost control of it entirely.

“How would you like a job in the kitchen of my new store?” Billy asked triumphantly. It was the perfect solution. Jensen needed a job, Billy wanted to help him, and it was the best way to keep the guy busy all day without overloading him on fat and calories. Getting him out of town was also bound to help the guy find himself again; away from the scornful faces and shady characters he had mixed with in the past.

“Seriously?” Jensen asked; his face lighting up. “You want to give me a job?”

“It’s yours if you want it?” Billy smiled.

“Yes! Absolutely!” Jensen beamed, suddenly getting up and enveloping Billy in a massive hug that quietly made Billy flush bright red with unwanted lust.

“It’s in Clinton though. You think you could make it there for your shifts? I know you’re not allowed to drive for quite a while still.”

“I’ll get the bus. And I’m sure my dad will help me out every now and then.” He was beaming from ear to ear and pulled Billy in for yet another hug. “I’m so glad I met you!” he smiled, never using his gruffer, defensive tone around Billy anymore.

“Well, I’m very glad I met you too,” Billy nodded, not making eye contact and looking for a way to retreat back to the kitchen before his erection pressed too firmly against his pants.

There was one major flaw in Billy’s plan. Outraged by the idea of Jensen working in the new store, Fran declared that she would have nothing to do with training him up to work in the kitchen. If Billy was going to put everything he’d worked so hard for at risk, she wasn’t going to be a part of it. And so, in the hours after the store closed, Billy had no choice but to invite Jensen in to show him how to prepare all of the deliciously fattening treats he had gorged on for the last few months. But if Billy had found himself aroused by Jensen as he simply sat down at the table to be served, having to stand beside him and see him from all those different angles was even more of a challenge. Perhaps it was because Billy knew Jensen’s father’s shape so well, he could see how Jensen’s body was swelling in an all too similar fashion. The extreme height, the awkward way his pants were starting to fit across his broad butt which had always been so tight and athletic looking up until a few months ago. Under his broad chest, it was undeniable that a firm-looking, rounded pot belly was beginning to push its way out, just like it must have done all those years ago on his father, before that monstrous ball gut had finally taken hold of him.

Jensen was a good student, listening carefully and taking it all in as Billy demonstrated some of the dishes. He completed one and Jensen would greedily offer to consume it while watching the next. Even the sound of his chewing and swallowing was getting to Billy as he tried his hardest to stay focused. Jensen had always been a large man, but it was so incredibly arousing to know that with each bite, the greedy boy was just going to get bigger… and bigger.

“Jensen is really excited about his new job,” Rob smiled the next day as he came in to order even more snacks than usual for all the guys working on a job not too far away. Billy knew that such a spending spree was the guy’s way of showing his appreciation.

“I think he’ll be great at it,” Billy replied. “And, hopefully it will get him up on his feet a little more than he has been recently.”

“Yeah, he’s starting to take after his old man!” Rob chuckled, rubbing his enormous gut as if he was proud of it.

“Well, maybe just a little bit,” Billy conceded, wondering why even this conversation was getting him aroused.

“His mom is worried about how fast he’s piling on the pounds, but I say leave him to it. I remember how exciting it was for me, back in the day, getting a belly for the first time. Jensen is just the same, I’m absolutely positive.”

“Exciting?” Billy asked, captivated by Rob’s use of the word.

“Oh, absolutely!” Rob nodded, passing over his payment card. “I think we’re just wired differently in our family. My father was the same, my two brothers, a few of Jensen’s cousins, his older brother. Let’s just say, he’s been around a lot of extremely fat guys his entire life.It’s not hard to feel a little envious at times.”

Billy had always wondered about his strange fascination in watching his customers slowly pile on a few pounds. He’d made a joke of it to Jensen more than once. But was it possible that someone could appreciate it from the other perspective as well. Was Jensen’s father right? Was gaining weight something that Jensen actively… enjoyed? 

Watching from a distance, Billy studied Jensen keenly in a way that he hadn’t allowed himself to in the past. He’d never noticed how often the guy’s hand reached down to rub his little tummy, or the way his face only seemed to get more and more excited with each item he ate. It also appeared, judging by the heavy sighing and strained pauses that came later on, that Jensen was in some way forcing himself to eat; as if the act of eating was no longer about the enjoyment of the taste, but a task that had to be completed at all costs.

“It looks like we’ve already got a good bunch of regulars,” Billy smiled after their first two weeks in the new store. “I think we’re a hit!” he declared, looking at the sales for the week whilst Jensen boxed up the last few items left over from the day. “Take those home with you,” Billy pointed at the leftover raspberry cream donuts which had not sold well all week. “They obviously don’t like them so much here. I’m taking them off the menu.”

Jensen’s piggish eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed one to take a large bite, nodding his head in appreciation, like he hadn’t eaten all day long. In truth, Billy had allowed him to consume as much as he wanted all day long; remembering the additional large bundle of notes the guy’s father had given him not so long ago. He’d ordered Jensen an extra-large work shirt with the company logo on, but already it was looking overly stretched across the almost constantly bloated stomach.

“Did you notice that blonde girl came in twice today? You know, the one I said was checking you out yesterday,” Billy teased playfully. She;d seemed like a nice girl: pleasant, well spoken and together; exactly the sort of girl Jensen needed. “I think she has a bit of a crush on you…”

Jensen shook his head. “No chance!” he chuckled between bites. “I have other priorities at the moment.” With that, he pushed the remainder of his donut into his mouth and prepared the next one ready, while his other hand gently rubbed his stomach, as if soothing it. 

“Oh yeah?” Billy asked curiously. “And what priorities are these?”

There were a few moments of quiet as Jensen chewed and swallowed the oversized piece that he had put into his mouth. “I’m just focusing on improving myself at the moment,” he answered.

“Does that include giving yourself a sixty-five inch gut like your dad?” Billy asked, his eyes popping open with shock the second the words left his mouth. For the briefest moment, his tongue had simply run away with itself.

Jensen simply smirked and looked across at Billy as if he was impressed by the comment. “What do you expect when your boss insists that you eat the leftovers every night after work?”

“I hardly insisted…” Billy chuckled, enjoying the playful way he and Jensen had become accustomed to speaking to each other.

“You just told me to finish all the donuts or I’m fired!” Jensen teased, pushing the next one, almost whole, into his mouth.

“You’re ridiculous!” Billy laughed, watching the guy’s puffed up and bulging cheeks and he tried to chew the massive quantity of donut. “All right then!” he chuckled. “If that’s how you want to play it… those chocolate brownies need to go as well tonight. Eat them up, or you’re fired,” he joked.

Jensen grabbed the leftovers as well as the large carton of whole milk they had been using that day, taking a long long swig to stop his mouth from getting dry. Then he burped, loud and long, like a man more than double his size. “No worries, boss!” he declared; enjoying their game. “I’ll have them all cleared away within the next five minutes!”

Over the coming weeks, Billy found that he had never threatened to fire an employee more than he had with Billy. It was their own private code; their way of playing. Billy would come over at the end of the shift to help close up and then he’d watch as Jensen stuffed himself as if his job really did depend on it. But the results of their little game? Well, those were truly the best part of all. Billy’s butt had ballooned out, along with his thighs, and he often arrived to work looking a little underdressed in sweatpants that were more accommodating to his developing shape. Some might have said he was less striking without that strong jawline, but Billy simply adored the way his employee was getting such a double chin and puffier, rounder cheeks on his face. The outrageous muscular definition gained from years at the gym had slowly been masked by a creeping layer of fat, settling all over Jensen’s body. As that layer thickened, it was increasingly difficult to tell that the guy had ever been anything but doughy. Billy could see the blubber ripple in his love handles as he trotted about, and the depth of Jensen’s belly button was a constant presence, visible through the way his undersized and poorly shaped shirts fitted across his torso.

“How would you feel about staying in the little apartment above the store here?” Billy asked the large, remarkably altered man that stood before him a few months later. “It would save you having to get a bus here, or dragging your dad out to pick you up. You’d be doing me a favour, having someone here at night. I wouldn’t charge you.”

“Seriously?” Jensen asked in disbelief. “You’d just let me just have it?”

“Sure,” Billy smiled, finding a true joy came to him whenever he spoiled Jensen in any way that he could. “I think it would be good for you.”

“My own place…” Jensen murmured, picturing it in his head. It had been just over eighteen months since he’d been on the edge of going to prison, and now here he was, holding down a steady job and about to have his own place. “You are like my guardian angel,” he smiled.

“I’m glad you think so,” Billy chuckled, feeling suddenly embarrassed by Jensen’s sincerity. “Now, there are a load of cream cakes over there that I can’t refrigerate tonight. Get them down… or you’re fired,” he teased.

 “We’re not used to seeing you in our store these days,” Rob smiled a few weeks later, surprised to witness Billy behind the counter and not in his new store with Jensen. “I’m used to the ever delightful Fran serving me these days, and she’s not so generous with the freebies,” he whispered so that the grumpy woman wouldn’t hear him.

“Oh, well, we’ll have to sort that out!” Billy beamed, already thinking what he should give to Jensen’s oversized father. “Are you enjoying the peace and quiet now that Jensen’s moved out?”

“Very much so!” Rob nodded; his piggy eyes watching keenly as Billy picked out his complimentary offerings. “Joyce and I finally have the house to ourselves again for the first time in thirty years! It’s like we’re newlyweds again! She’s giving me all her attention like she never could once the boys were born. I’ve gained twenty-five pounds in two months!” he laughed at himself, patting his enormous gut.

“Lucky you!” Billy grinned, deciding to give the man two free extra helpings instead. “I’m sure you’re having the time of your life.”

“After all Jensen’s put us through over the years, I never thought we’d get to this point where we could just sit back and relax like this. And I know Jensen is having just as much fun being away from us.”

Billy smiled and couldn’t help but agree with Rob. Judging by how round Jensen’s stomach had been getting in the last couple of weeks, Jensen was enjoying himself immensely.

It was gone midnight when the alert came on to Billy’s cell phone. Something had tripped the alarm in Jensen’s store and a message had automatically been sent to him. He got up and tried to call his live-in tenant to investigate whether it was the system playing up again, but when there was no answer and Billy knew he’d have to drive over to see for himself.

Pulling up, Billy could see the lights still on in Jensen’s apartment and he tutted to himself that the guy hadn’t answered his phone and saved Billy the trouble of having to come over here so late at night. The shutters were down on the store and there was no obvious sign that anyone had broken in, so Billy simply rolled up the shutters and opened the door to head in and reset the system. He punched in a couple of numbers and the software was reset. The clunky old thing needed changing if it was going to keep playing up like this, Billy grumbled to himself. But as Billy looked around, he saw that the door to the hallway leading upstairs, the one that was usually locked, had been left open, triggering the alarm. Had Jensen come down and carelessly set off the alarm himself?

“Jensen?” Billy called up the stairs, seeing that the lights were on and, as he got closer, the door to the apartment upstairs was wide open. “Is everything all right?”

Billy hadn’t been up here since he’d handed the space over to Jensen, and it surprised him how awkward he felt walking in. The television was on, and as Billy turned the corner, he saw the shape of Jensen sat up in a kitchen chair with his back to Billy. “There you are!” Billy sighed in relief. “I’m sorry to pop in, it’s just the alarm system…”

Billy stopped talking the moment his eyes took in the vision of Jensen before him: completely naked, the man sat, tied to the chair with leather straps. A kinky gag was resting between his teeth to prevent him from speaking and, even more bizarrely, a plastic pig snout was resting over his nose. Without his clothes on, the evidence of how much weight Jensen had gained was all too clear. Billy had no idea that his nipples had grown so pointed, nor that his fat belly could cover up his crotch as much as it was doing now; slowly becoming every bit of the ball gut his father had. People might have been surprised to learn that Jensen was well over four hundred pounds, but it really was obvious once all those concealing clothes were stripped from him. He was so tall, so broad and large-chested, yet he had still amassed the most shocking of bellies.

Jensen’s eyes were wide with alarm at having been caught as he was right now. Billy stuttered, wondering what to say, when his composure faltered and the urge to laugh became all too much for him, “Jensen Parry, you bad boy!” he teased. “Just what have you been up to now?”

As Billy went to unclip the gag, he noticed a tattoo on Jensen’s shoulder; that of a pink, round and plump pig. Jensen had many tattoos on his body, but this one had to be new, for Billy had never seen it on any of the shirtless gym selfies Jensen used to post. Billy was sensing a theme…

“I’m so sorry!” Jensen gasped the moment his gag was off. “I was with a girl and she… well, she thought she was being funny and kinky, leaving me here like this. I knew the moment I heard her open the wrong door downstairs that she was going to set off the alarm.”

Still strapped by his ankles, knees and wrists to the chair, Billy didn’t rush to remove the pig snout. It was far too amusing and entertaining seeing Jensen trying to explain himself whilst wearing it. “She sounds charming!” Billy chuckled, seeing the predicament Jensen had been left in. “Have you known her long?” he asked, enjoying seeing Jensen squirm as he tried to engage in simple chit chat, dressed, or rather, undressed, as he was.

“I met her on an app,” Jensen mumbled, trying to gently shake the straps on his wrists. “We’ve only met up a couple of times. She’s kinda into bondage,” he explained sheepishly.

“That’s not all you’ve been up to!” Billy grinned, looking around the space surrounding Jensen. Wrappers and soda cans were discarded on the floor, while a gallon of full fat milk sat, half-finished on the table, next to a strange looking funnel. He bent down and picked up Jensen’s t-shirt, surprised by the weight of it, given how much material was becoming necessary to cover the man’s swollen form.

Jensen blushed. “It was nothing,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “She wasn’t very good at it anyway.”

“Is there a key for the straps?” Billy asked, deciding that Jensen had suffered enough.

“Over there, on the counter,” Jensen motioned with his head. 

Billy collected the small key, wondering how on earth the girl had ever expected Jensen to free himself without help. As he bent down to unlock the ankle lock, he tried wedging the key in to find that it wouldn’t even sit properly inside. And, upon further inspection, the same was true of the other side. “You’ve busted it when you tried to free yourself,” he sighed, looking up and suddenly catching an eyeful of Jensen’s erection, visible as Billy crouched down; the added ropes around the man’s knees preventing him from hiding anything.

“Sorry!” Jensen shot, mortified that Billy had seen his boner. “I just wasn’t expecting you to… I’m not…” he faltered. “Try the wrist straps!” he finally insisted, in an attempt to change the subject altogether.

Billy half-heartedly tried to unlock the wrists, before he declared that the key simply wasn’t going to work. “I think you might be stuck like this for a while,” he teased.

“You’re enjoying this!” Jensen complained, starting to realise that his saviour wasn’t about to free him anytime soon.

“And you’re not?” Billy chuckled, stepping back and deciding to crouch down with his knees outstretched, back at a level where he could see Jensen’s hardness again. He heard the guy squirm, but under such scrutiny, it was obvious that the man’s dick was only filling with more and more blood. “So, what was the deal? She came over and indulged her bondage kink, and in return, you got her to feed you all this stuff?” Billy asked, picking up a selection of empty wrappers that littered the floor.

Seeming to accept his situation more, Jensen nodded.

Billy smirked, pleased that he had guessed correctly first time. He really did know Jensen inside and out by now. Maybe even enough to push their invisible boundaries just a little more…  “But, you said she wasn’t very good at it. So, I’m guessing you’re still hungry?” he smiled, finding a few still wrapped Twinkies on the floor and starting to get one of them out.

Jensen swallowed back saliva and he nodded with his greedy eyes fixed on the sugary snack. Without prompting, he opened his mouth once Billy’s hand drew nearer. As Billy sat the edge of the Twinkie on the guy’s tongue, he noticed that Jensen wasn’t biting into it. He pushed it in a little further, but still the guy left his mouth wide open. Finally with the tips of his fingers, Billy crammed the entire thing in until Jensen’s mouth was completely filled and he began chewing at last. Then he moaned, as deeply and passionately as if they were having sex; gazing up into Billy’s eyes.

“Careful, buddy!” Billy chuckled, starting to sense that something deeply sexual was happening between himself and Jensen now. “If you keep eating like that, you’re going to get absolutely enormous.”

Jensen chewed faster and swallowed. “That’s exactly what I want to happen,” he moaned. His gluttonous eyes looked down at the next Twinkie in Billy’s hand, but seeing that it wasn’t so forthcoming, he carried on explaining himself. “Do you know how much it fucks you over when you grow up knowing that all you really want in life is to become a gigantic ball of lard? I tried so hard to fight it. I wanted to find my thrills in other ways: stealing cars, getting into fights and not giving a shit. I got involved with the wrong crowds and I pushed myself to get massive in the gym instead, but…”

Billy grinned wickedly, feeling more aroused than he had ever been in his life. “But, you’re just a fat pig!” he finished with a smirk, prodding a finger into the shelf of belly fat that had formed under Jensen’s broad and increasingly fleshy chest.

Jensen moaned louder than ever as his fat was pressed and poked. “Oh, I want to be!” he insisted. “I want to be taken and fattened. I want to be someone’s gigantic, greedy pig!” He looked into Billy’s eyes again, as if searching for that connection he knew they both shared. “I wanted it to be you, so badly!” he insisted once more. “I wanted you to order me to stop going to the gym and stuff me full of all your most fattening treats. I wanted you to get hard as you watched my body transform for you; as you saw me grow fat and soft.”

“Trust me, that’s definitely been happening,” Billy grunted as he tried to adjust the thick boner that had swollen down one side of his pants. His body tingled with energy, his brain lighting up with arousal. It seemed to build into a crescendo, until his hands gently ripped open the next Twinkie and stuffed it into Jensen’s mouth whole. With one hand, he steadied the back of Jensen’s head, and with the other, he pressed it over the guy’s mouth, not allowing a single crumb to escape as he chewed. “Come on then, Piggy!” he breathed, giving himself over entirely to the lust inside of him. “Let’s do it! Let’s turn you into the fattest pig out there!” 

When Jensen had swallowed enough of the large Twibkie in his mouth, Billy took his hand down to rub the amazing, sweaty gut that was taking over Jensen’s form. It had always looked so firm and packed, but up close like this, it was clear how blubbery and lardy it was beneath the skin. He grabbed at it, finding that it rolled easily into a pinchable handful and used his grip to gently rock the entire mass of fat. Then, out of curiosity, he reached under Jenen’s fat gut and grabbed at the exposed hardness between his enormous thighs. It was so hard and only started to pulse further as Billy began stroking it. “Oh, yes!” Jensen encouraged him. “Yes!”

Billy grabbed at the key again and forced it into the locks on Jensen’s wrists. With enough brute force, the click finally came and they released. With their freedom, Jensen’s fascinated hands immediately began rubbing Billy’s hardness over the material of his pants as Billy leaned over him, untying the ropes across Jensen’s knees. Once they were free, Jensen stood and the legs of the chair were lifted easily from the shackles, though the leather straps remained wrapped loosely around the fat man’s ankles. He pulled off the little pig snout and threw it onto the floor.

“I love you,” Jensen whispered passionately after the pair of them fell into their first kiss. “I’ve loved you since the first night we met. I just knew that you were the most special person I would ever meet in my life. I just never dreamed that I could be good enough for you.”

Billy shook his head in sadness at hearing that Jensen saw himself as being unworthy. “I love you too,” he shot back, realising that he had been feeling this way for quite some time. “I just want to give you everything I possibly can. The best of everything!”

Jensen sighed in happiness. “Make me enormous then!” he whispered. “Don’t stop until I’m completely unrecognisable! Until I’m nothing but a big, fat pig!”

The pair fell into another, even more passionate kiss, and gently slid backwards into the bedroom area as Billy felt his clothes being pulled off him. He wondered what people would think once they knew he was with Jensen Parry, the bad boy that they had once so despised. 

But Jensen hadn’t been a bad boy in quite some time now. Quietly, and at his own pace, he’d been transforming himself into what he’d really needed to be all along: the biggest, fattest pig in town. Now Jensen wouldn’t have to make that journey alone anymore. For, as they both came that night, Billy knew that he was going to be there for every delicious, blubbery step of the way.

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Red Jamie and the White Lady: Chapter 33

*THIS IS A LATE ADD ON*

I’m so sorry my beautiful, wonderful @diversemediums!!! You’re the best beta reader/editor/contributor to this story and I love you! I’m sorry I forgot to tag you on the actual release of the chapter!

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser was adrift. A broken man. Small things stood out to him. The feel of cold blood soaking his knees. The stillness of Claire, cradled in his arms. The way her hair stuck to his skin, absorbing his tears. If the world opened up and swallowed him, he would welcome it gratefully.

“Jamie?”

His grip on her tightened as his breath hitched. All he wanted was to hear her speak again, to feel her hands in his, to get lost in the scent of her hair. Her hair no longer smelled of flowers. All he could scent was blood.

“Jamie!”

The grief must be getting to him. It was the worst pain he’d ever felt and now he was hallucinating the sound of her voice. He could hear shuffling behind him and held Claire closer. He wasn’t ready to let her go, just yet.

“Jamie, lad! Open your eyes!” Murtagh cried out.

But why would he want to see it all again? The blood, her pale skin growing paler and clammy, the light dimming in her eyes.

A cold, wet hand touched his cheek and he leaned into it. Then he froze. Did his auditory hallucination just… touch him?

His eyes sprang open in a panic only to see Claire gazing up at him. Her eyes were clear and glossy, not clouded and dim.

“Claire?” His voice cracked, his throat dry.

“Eyes… open… soldier,” she gasped.

Before he could process what he was seeing, the connection that had been severed flared to life. For a moment, he lost his ability to breathe. His heart began beating erratically and he couldn’t stop the smile that came to his face. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she winced as she breathed. She tried to hide her groan of pain, but he heard it.

“We need to get her to hospital,” Jamie said, his voice rough and cracking.

He wished, more than anything, that he could carry her himself. His body had been through too much in the last few hours, so he trusted her to Murtagh. Angus and Rupert slung one of his arms over each of their shoulders and the whole group slowly began leaving the compound. Once they were a fair distance away, one of them called for emergency services. Everything became a blur after that.

Flashing lights. Questions like who shot her? What were they doing in the middle of nowhere? Why wasn’t she bleeding anymore when she definitely should be. Things came into sudden focus when one of the paramedics insisted Jamie ride in a different ambulance.

“No,” he said with what Scottish stubbornness he could muster. “I’ll ride wi’ her.”

“Sir,” the young man said. “We need to work on you too. You’ve blood all over your face and we need to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“The only way to keep me out of that ambulance,” he growled, pointing to where Claire was being loaded in. “Is to knock me out and strap me down. I’m riding wi’ her to hospital or so help me, you’ll be the one needing an ambulance!”

“Are you threatening me?”

Jamie began to take a deep breath when Murtagh stepped in.

“Look,” he said softly to the offended paramedic. “He’s been through a lot today. That’s his wife there and he watched her get injured. If you let him ride in wi’ her, at least he’ll be going to hospital too, aye?”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But if you get in the way of me helping my patient, so help me I’ll recommend the doctors sedate you and put you in a separate wing.”

Jamie nodded once and hopped in the back. The doors closed as Murtagh, Rupert, and Angus looked on. He was sure they’d drive to the hospital once they got back to their car.

“Jamie.”

He turned to look at his beautiful wife, who was miraculously still breathing.

“I’m right here, Sassenach.”

“You’re as hurt as I am,” she whispered. “You need to be seen to.”

With a smile, he took her hand. It was warmer, but still far colder than he’d like.

“I’m fine. I’ve been away from you for too long. I’ll not leave your side now.”

She sighed at him and did her best to glare at him. There was no way she’d win this argument. Besides, they were on their way and couldn’t change it now.

He watched in tormented worry as the medic began hooking Claire up to all sorts of things. Immediately he began a transfusion due to her blood loss, along with a number of other things.

“This will help with the pain, Claire. Just rest. We’ll take good care of you.”

“I don’t want…” She looked to Jamie in a panic. “I’d rather stay awake.”

“Rest, Claire,” he said gently. “I’ll be here when ye wake.”

***

The sound of beeping was the first thing she noticed. That was quickly followed by the sharp scent of disinfectant. Was she in hospital? The last thing she really remembered was…

“Jamie!”

She sat up quickly, which she immediately regretted. Her chest throbbed and her head swam. Frantically, she searched around her to see if her Scottish brute was nearby. He shouldn’t be here in the hospital with her. People could track him down in such a public place. She heard a soft rustling, just out of view.

“I’m here, as promised,” he said from beside her.

Gingerly turning her head, she saw him sitting in a small chair. His face was beautiful, though it looked drawn with worry. His eyes were… They churned and roiled as he looked at her. She made a soft sound as he took her hand, enveloping hers with his own.

“Claire, ye ken I love ye. But if ye ever scare me like that again,” he stopped, voice quavering.

Her breath hitched as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m not going-”

Two knocks at the door interrupted them before the doctor walked in. He was of average height, distinctive black eyebrows and black hair. When he smiled up at them, she got a distinct impression of Mr. Bean.

“Ah, Claire Beauchamp. I’m glad to see you’re awake.”

“It’s Fraser,” Jamie grumbled.

“Ah,” the doctor said, scribbling down a note. “Claire Fraser Beauchamp. Well it looks like your wound is healing well. You’re incredibly lucky. It’s miraculous really, that you’re still with us. A medical marvel.”

Jamie met Claire’s eyes, eyebrows raised.

“You’ll be happy to know,” the doctor continued, “That both of your babies are doing just fine as well, despite the recent trauma. We’d like to keep you in for a little bit longer until you’re more stable, but you should be able to go home soon. Let us know if you’re in too much pain and we’ll give you something that will be safe to take with some buns in the oven.”

Tucking Claire’s chart under his arm, he turned to leave.

Jamie stared at Claire as she stared in shock at the doctor’s retreating back. His ears were ringing.

“I’m sorry, did you say-” Claire started.

“Babies?!” Jamie finished. “As in… Claire’s pregnant?”

The doctor turned around with a furrowed brow.

“Well, yes. You’re several weeks along, Mrs. Fraser Beauchamp. Twins as well.”

“Twi- Wait. No. Her name is Claire Fraser. JUST Fraser.”

“Jamie,” Claire barked, silencing him with a squeeze of her hand, staring at the doctor. “You’re sure I’m pregnant, doctor?”

He looked between the pair of them, confused.

“Of course, Mrs. Beauchamp Fraser. We can test again if you like. Better yet, I can ring someone from obstetrics down here and give you an ultrasound.”

“That’s not her-” Jamie started, finding something to cling to in the wake of everything that happened in the last five minutes.

“Hush,” she said, putting a placating hand on his arm. “We’d appreciate that, doctor. Thank you.”

He smiled and nearly bolted from the room. The beeping from the heart monitor began to pick up speed. Jamie began brushing the hair from her face, gently petting it down in an attempt to calm her. He looked worried, and not just about the impending children.

“Jamie, we…”

The hand that was holding hers moved over her abdomen.

“We’re gonna be parents,” he said softly.

He began to blink rapidly, quickly brushing the back of his hand over his eyes. Was he… crying?

“To two babies. Are we ready for that?”

She looked up at him slowly, worried at what she’d find in his eyes. The warmth swirling in the blue depths gave her comfort and peace.

“Probably not,” he said with a chuckle. “But I think between the two of us, we can manage. Christ. Can you imagine, Claire? A wee little lass running around wi’ your curls? Or a braw lad wi’ my eyes?”

The squealing giggles of two little girls rang in Claire’s ears, carried on the ocean breeze.

“Yes, I can.”

“Claire, I… I wanna ask ye something.”

Frowning, she watched as he stood up from his chair. Her eyes went wide when he got down on one knee with a wince.

“Jamie, what are you-”

“Claire,” he interrupted. “I ken we handfast and we’re married as far as we’re concerned. But… would ye marry me? Again?”

God, this man. Her lips began to tremble and she fought back joyful tears. Here he was, in pain from who knows what injuries, kneeling on the floor, proposing to her like they weren’t already married. And expecting children! This beautiful buffoon was the love of her life.

“Oh Jamie. Of course I’ll marry you again.”

Once he stood again, he leaned over to give her a soft kiss.

“Good. Then we’ll make sure ye change yer name. Legally. So anyone who meets you will know ye belong to me.”

“Like the doctor who can’t quite get my name right?”

“Like that bloody wee doctor, aye,” he said, glaring at the door.

Claire huffed out a laugh, wincing as pain blossomed from her wound. Jamie’s brow furrowed.

“Ye need rest, mo ghràdh. Dinna fash. I’ll be right here.”

Claire’s eyes closed as Jamie placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. With a yawn, she settled into the hospital bed and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of waves hitting the shore made her smile. Both little girls waved at her from where they were burying someone in the sand. The dark mop of hair suggested Murtagh. A hand settled on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

“They’re beautiful lasses, aren’t they?” Jamie asked.

“Yes, they are. Can you believe they’re ours?”

“Aye, I can. They’ve your courage and beauty.”

Claire leaned into him.

“And your strength and loyalty.”

“I can’t wait to see what our Fraser lassies will do.”

Blinking slowly, Claire looked around her hospital room. Jamie’s hand was resting over her abdomen while he slept in the chair beside her bed. She placed her hand on top of his, just over the place where their two children grew.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #Red Jamie and the White Lady #chapter 33 #takemeawaytocamelot #diversemediums #we're back baby

[jakescaravel]

The Caravel (Series)

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Part 3

Pairing: Jake x reader

Word count: 7,274

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, pirate life 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️, stealing, mentions of blood, swords, fingering, kissing, handjob, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Make sure to read the A/N!!!) MDNI!!! 18+

A/N: Heyyy! I know it's been a while since the last chapter but make sure you go read that one first. If you have, please consider listening to this playlist that I have carefully calculated for this specific chapter. The songs ARE in a particular order, and of course if listening to music while reading isn’t your thing, that’s totally okay ⚔️ Without further ado….

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Jake's POV

The teeth chattering temperatures of the calm morning sea wake you from your slumber. You roll out of your hammock, rubbing your eyes harshly. The ship is quiet, the only noise that can be heard are those of the light waves crashing against it. This is how it usually is, you being the first to rise in the morning. 

When you make your way to the deck you see the sun peeking up just over the horizon, casting the ocean in a beautiful orange glow. The light blue sky in contrast to the darkness below the deck blinds you for a moment and you shield your eyes downward to look at the wood deck.

And there she is, still asleep huddled in your blanket. Maybe it’s wrong to watch her sleep like this, but she just looks so peaceful. Like all of the world's problems have just melted away because she’s safe here with you.

Before you can think better of it, your legs begin to carry you towards her and when you get closer you can hear her peaceful snoring, it nearly breaks your heart in two. You listen for a moment, a sound sweeter than music, one you’ll likely commit to memory. Your hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, shaking her as gently as you can muster. She stirs for a moment but doesn’t wake up. 

All of a sudden a hand on your shoulder is pulling you back. Startled, you turn to see Crawford, an older man aboard ship who used to be friends with your father. He’s watched you grow from a little boy.

“Let her sleep, lad. She had a rough night, dreadfully cold it was. M’sure it was a lot warmer below deck eh?” He offers you a comforting smile but his words still cut deep.

“Have I been a fool?”

He chuckles under his breath and walks away, leaving you next to her, alone with regretful thoughts.

-

The ship pulls into a small town, one you’ve traveled to before. The Captain had decided his crew needed a break, maybe more so himself but regardless, today was to be a day of festivities. 

“So where are we again?” She sits next to you as the anchor is lowered.

“Somewhere far far away. It doesn’t really matter.”

“So you don’t know?” She laughs poking your side.

“Hmm maybe.” Your cheeks warm watching her look at you with that sweet smile.

Your attention is pulled away as the crew makes its way off board, getting a few suspicious looks from the townspeople. You lead her off the ship, walking through the town. She seems to be delightfully distracted, eyes darting this way and that, surveying anything and everything. You spot a little stand that an old woman stands behind. Her array of jewelry catches your eye.

“Ooooo.” She sighs, gesturing to the same stand.

 

You walk up to the stand and let your eyes rake over the array of shiny silver. A particular silver hoop catches your eye so you pick it up, inspecting it in your hands.

 

“Oh that’s a lovely one dear, good choice good choice.” The old lady smiles at the two of you.

“It is nice.” You answer by tightening your fist around the jewelry, turning to grab y/n’s arm leading the two of you away from the stand.

“Hey!!” The old woman calls. “You have to pay for that young man.”

You turn back cooly and take your time walking back over.

“My apologies ma’am. Y/n?” You say turning to her as she blushes under your gaze.

“Yes?” She speaks softly.

“Which of these would you like?” You ask, pointing to the jeweled necklaces. She points shyly at a necklace with a diamond pendant, easily the most expensive choice.

“Ah a magnificent choice, good girl.” You grab the necklace in one swift move, guiding her a second time to abandon the stand.

The lady yells again, threatening to call her husband on you. You turn to her and cut your eyes, letting a hand drift over the length of your sword. You pull on it just so that a little piece of silver pokes out and her face falls. She backs away from the stand showing you her two hands held up in surrender. You return your attention to your girl who has grabbed hold of your arm, hugging herself to you as she giggles.

You hold out the necklace to her and offer to place it around her neck. She stops walking and turns so that you can fasten it behind her. 

“Wow this is gorgeous, thank you Jake.”

“Anything for you m’lady. Here help me with mine.” You extend your hand and uncover the silver hoop. She takes it and you turn your head, showing her your ear. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, focusing as she faces the hoop in your ears.

“How do I look?”

 

“Like a pirate.” She giggles, the warmth of her laughter sending butterflies to your stomach.

You lead her down an alleyway and come across a little shop filled with clothes. Jackets, shirts, pants, belts, you name it. You walk inside and look at the array of hats on shelves and vests hanging up. She leaves your side to wander the store and you do the same. A particular leather hat catches your eye, one with a single black feather poking out of the top.

You pick it up and continue around the store, grabbing other items that speak to you and holding them loosely in your hands. You find her looking at an assortment of leather bags and you grab her hand, holding on tightly. She looks at you with confusion for a moment. 

“Come on, we’re leaving.” You grab her hand tightly, ignoring her confused expression. 

You pull her through the store making your way towards the exit. Once you reach the outside air you make a run for it, pulling her alongside with you. The old man runs outside, yelling and screaming, but you don’t turn back, you just keep on running. Once you’ve made it around a few corners you both stop to catch your breath. She looks up at you with a warm smile on her face. She shakes her head laughing to herself and you can’t help but smile. 

She steps closer to you and takes the hat from your hands, placing it on your head. She steps back to look at you and her cheeks blush the prettiest pink. 

-

Her POV

After Jake went back on the ship to change into his new clothes, he calls for you from over the edge of the bow.

“Alright you can come up now!”

You walk up the dock to meet where he stands. 

Wow. He looks good.

“How do I look?”

You take a second, trying to plan your words so you don’t stumble over them like a blubbering idiot. “As beautiful as ever.”

-

Jake's POV

After exploring the town for the better part of a few hours, the sun is setting and the once busy town starts to lull. There was a pub you and the crew had visited the last time you were here. You want to take her there but you can’t seem to remember where it is. 

You wander down streets and alleys, picking up a thoughtless conversation with her, you can’t help how easy it is to fall into this comfortability. You round a corner and see a sign that seems familiar, deciding to trust your gut, you make your way down the street. There's a sloped hill that you can maybe place so you walk down the hill which leads you two to a little door hidden with shrubbery. The faintest noise can be heard from outside. Mostly the sound of people talking and yelling, but mostly, the sound of music.

You open the door and the sound jumps out at you. She looks hesitant to go inside but she takes your hand as you step into the bustling room. 

The first person you notice is your Captain, along with the rest of the crew, strewn about the bars and tables, drunkenly dancing and singing.

 

The small pub is extremely loud and crowded, filled with young men dancing with beautiful women, and some old grizzles up bastards watching. A small band plays in the back, filling the room with life. There's a young man with a fiddle, one with a banjo, and another with a washboard.

You place your hand on her waist, gently leading her deeper into the room. You can tell she’s nervous. The place is mostly populated with men and the energy must be somewhat new to her you think. And ahhhh music, something you've music greatly, you can already feel it pulling you into a state.

Captain James Calico waits by the bar shouting loudly upon noticing your arrival. “Ahhh my boy! Son of The Great Captain Thomas Kiszka!” You can tell by his drawn out words that he’s already had a fair amount to drink. It’s always fun to see your Captain let loose like this, you hide the smile that creeps up into your face.

The pub erupts in cheer and smiles, almost all eyes turning toward the two of you. You feel her slightly cower behind her, but with one comforting push, she’s walking closer alongside you. It’s not uncommon for people to know of your father like this, people turning their heads at the mere mention of the name. It also makes sense that people would know of him in a pub like this, one tucked away catering towards a very specific type of folk. It soothes you to know his legacy has lived on, perhaps frightening at times knowing people expect you to have your own some day, but nonetheless the attention is usually welcomed. 

You say your hellos and greetings to the people around you, mostly your crew, but you aren’t unaware of the filthy men eyeing her. It makes your blood boil, the way they think that can just eye fuck what’s yours, without any consequences. Part of you thinks about drawing your sword, showing them they can’t undress your woman with their eyes and get away with it. It brings you sinister joy to imagine spilling some of their blood onto the cool wood floors below you, but that wouldn’t be your smartest move. She notices them too, and glues herself to your side, basking her feelings of safety with you, you hope.

“Hello sir, two pints please.” You say grabbing two seats at the bar. 

“Aye.” The man behind the bar turns and you rustle through your pockets to produce a few coins. You turn to see her looking around, surveying the crowd carefully. 

What is she thinking?

She fidgets with the hem of her dress for a moment, not looking up at you. You place a single hand on her leg, asking her with actions what's wrong.

“I’ve never drank alcohol before. My dad wouldn’t let me.” She whispers, hands pulling at the fabric one more. 

“That’s alright, would you like to try it? It’s really fun, you know.” You wiggle your eyebrows hoping to make her laugh, to hear that sweet sound again. She smiles weekly and thinks for a moment. 

“Yeah I think I will...” She shrugs as the two glasses, filled to the rim, are placed in front of you. Her eyes widen and you chuckle slightly.

You take one of them and hand her the other, noticing the way the cup looks almost too large in her small hands. 

You laugh, “one sip at a time, cheers!” You click glasses with her and take a large swig, emptying a quarter of the glass. 

She watches you with a surprised laugh and takes a small sip, contorting her face and putting the glass back down on the counter. 

“It burns!”

“Yeah it does that sometimes.” 

Her POV

The drink tastes bitter and burns your throat. Jake laughs when you scrunch your face up in disgust. It’s not all bad, it does have a nice way of warming you, almost calming you instantly. The after taste is a little strange however.

In one swift move, you watch as Jake down the rest of the glass, slamming the empty mug loudly on the table. Your mouth drops in shock and he chuckles while wiping his mouth and ordering another. You look down at your nearly full glass and take another small sip, the liquid burning once more. He’s watching you intently and purely by the need to make him proud, you shut your eyes and suck it up, taking a big sip, emptying a significant portion of the glass. 

Jake cheers as you turn to a fit of coughing. A little bit of the rum drips down your lips and onto your white dress. You frantically put the bottle down and rush to try and clean up the mess.

Well I guess there's no use.

He shrugs alongside you. “You’ve got a little something there.” Jake brings his hand to your lips, wiping away the remaining drops of the amber liquid. His hand lingers for just a second before it's over and his hand is back in his lap, a smug smile on his face. Your cheeks warm and you look down shyly. Jake’s second drink comes and he starts guzzling it down.

“Woah Jake way to pace yourself!” You laugh but he simply says, “I’ve been doing this since I was a wee lad, don't bother me one bit.”

After a few minutes, your glass is almost empty and Jake has started on his third. It's a weird feeling, almost looser and more relaxed like you weigh no more than a feather, ready to float up with a singular gust of wind.

Thinking back now, you can't seem to remember why you were ever sad about this new life. This is what life is worth. People and places, things and excitement, maybe something that’s normal for most people but certainly something you’ve been robbed of you now realize. You’re really truly living, and you’ve never met anyone like Jake, anyone you had felt this way about. 

Just as you're taking a sip from your drink, an older man pushes past you, spilling even more of it onto you. The tension is the room shifts and Jake stands up, talking with a way too calm stern voice.

“Hey.” He pushes his chair back loudly and the small pub grows silent, the band even stops playing.

“She is a god-damn lady and you treat her like one, apologize.”

“I don’t give a damn about your common wench, now get out of my way boy.”

Jake’s jaw tightens, and you mentally prepare yourself for his next words. Captain Calico stands from his seat at the end of the bar, ready to put an end to the fighting, but Jake walks up to the man. They stand in front of each other, Jake being almost a full foot shorter, but there's no doubt he could beat him in a fight. He could beat anyone in a fight, well almost anyone. 

The man behind the bar watches closely and finally speaks up. “Do you know who that is? That’s the son of Captain Thomas Kiszka. Show a little respect or get outta me tavern.” 

The man cuts his eyes at Jake before slowly backing out of the small door. The people sound go back to their conversations and Jake sits back down placing his hand on your thigh. Your eyes dart to where his hand rests, unable to focus on his words.

“Sorry about him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He offers you a kind smile which you easily return. 

“It’s no big deal! We’re here to have fun right?” You say, surprising yourself at how easily your mood can shift back. 

“Yeah we are.” He grins, showing you his perfect smile. 

The band starts playing a faster song and Jake’s eyes light up. “Hey I know this song! He leaps up and grabs your hand leading you to the middle of the room where other people dance and sing. You laugh as you stumble over.

“Jake, I can't dance!”

“Oh neither can I, that's the point!”

He looks down at his feet as if he's willing them to move and he starts to move them to the music, looking up at you with a goofy smile. There's a break in the song and Jake cups his hands around his mouth yelling into the room along with the other drunken pirates.

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

Early in the morning!

He links his arm in yours, dancing in a circle following along with the other men and women. Jake wears the proudest smile you’ve ever seen, like he’s never had as much fun in his life, and you haven’t either. You let yourself laugh with him and dance, feeling the effects of the alcohol heavily in the way your body moves. The people sing again, Jake’s booming voice being heard over everyone else's.

Way hay and up she rises

Way hay and up she rises

Way hay and up she rises

Early in the morning!

He looks at you and giggles as he switches arms, twirling you in the other direction. The rest of the song goes on, each verse surprising you more than the last but sending you laughing into Jake’s arms either way (Shave his belly with a rusty razor, then; Put him in a longboat till he's sober, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, ect).

Jake puts his arms on either shoulder and with a proud smirk informs you, “this next line is my favorite.”

He takes a deep breath and belts the words, singing so much louder than everyone else that some heads turn, mostly girls laughing at him.

“Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Put him in the bed with the captain's daughter

Early in the morning!”

You both laugh together and his face lights up with a sudden realization. “Wait, come here I want to show you something!” You tilt your head in confusion, but he just grabs your hand leading you to where the live band plays at the back of the room. 

He walks up to the fiddle player just as the song comes to an end. He removes his hat, placing it over his heart, thanking him with sincerity for the song. He whispers something you can’t hear and the man stands up offering Jake his seat. Jake sits down with an excited smile as he is handed the banjo. 

Oh no he’s about to make such a fool out of himself. At least he’ll look cute doing it.

He positions himself, finding a more comfortable position and his hands go to work on the strings, producing a beautiful bright melody that somehow seems to speak to you in a way you can’t quite understand. The room quiets as people turn their heads to see who’s playing the song. Even Captain Calico looks surprised which is nowhere near what you feel. Jake looks at you with a soft smile as his fingers dance gracefully over the strings. He doesn’t even have to look at his playing in his drunken state. The rest of the band comes in matching the cheery beat. He finishes the song beaming at you and you can’t help the smile that paints your face. He thanks the man and hands him back the instrument as he stands to meet you again. 

“Jake, that was beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He blushes. “That’s something I’ve been thinking about doing for a bit now, I’ve just been playing with it in my head, but it sounded really pretty didn’t it?” He asks, seeming like he really wants to hear your approval, and it melts your heart. 

“Yes, it was beautiful. Do you mean that’s the first time you’ve played it?! It was perfect. There’s no instruments on board… how did you just do that?? I didn’t even know you could play!”

His smile grows bigger. “Yeah I was just thinking about it and then I played it! I think it turned out pretty good.”

“It was amazing. What’s it about?”

“Oh that's a secret, you'll know one day though. I'm gonna write lyrics to it too.” 

“Okay.” Your cheeks blush as he stares at you, his eyes sparking.

You both make your way back to your seats at the bar deciding to order one last drink. You share this one with him over a few more songs being played and over the course of that time, the Captain says his goodbyes, leading the rest of the crew out of the tavern.

“Where are they going?”

“Uhhh.” He chuckles for a second, sounding nervous. “Probably off to find another party… well another type of party…” 

Oh ok I think I understand…

You dismiss the comment and return your focus to the music just as the first notes of a slow tune ring out. The fiddle strings drawing out into a dark dangerous sound. Feeling the alcohol making your decisions for you, you stand up holding out your hand for Jake to grab.

You walk him to the floor and place your hands on his shoulders, just like you had seen so many other people do. He places his hands on your waist, his strong grasp making you feel weak underneath him. His face shifts, almost like he looks…shy and he looks at you like you're the only girl in the entire world. You just stare at each other, slowly swaying back and forth, letting your bodies do the talking. Somewhere halfway through the song, you find your body melting into his, becoming one as he holds you. The last notes of the song play out and he pulls back looking at your face.

His hand comes up to your cheek and he softly pulls your face closer to his. He leans down as his grip on your waist tightens, holding you steady as he presses his soft lips into yours. You let your eyes close and you grab hold of his neck, equally pulling him in to meet you. You can feel your heart beating in your ears, in a second place as well as he dips you, deepening the kiss in the process. You part your lips and he slips his tongue past them, curling into your mouth. You match him kissing him deeply, humming into his lips. 

He pushes his hips into yours, grinding slowly and you feel him hard against you, making you feel fluttery and tingly. A small whine passes your lips and into his and he rolls his hips against yours. 

He pulls away and rasps in your ear, “come on let’s go.”

Before you can think, he’s pulling you by the hand to the door and out of the pub. You manage to get out, “where are we going?” But he doesn’t answer. He walks fast with purpose and you have no choice but to follow. He stops in his tracks causing you to crash into him. He pulls you into him, connecting your lips once again, the swiftness of the action making your head spin. He breaks away again and asks, “Do you trust me?”

You answer before even thinking, “yes.” and you realize that you do indeed trust him, with your life. You’d let him drag you across the ocean if he wanted, into the depths of the sea if it meant he followed, and so you continue to follow him, wherever he’s taking you. After turning corners and winding roads, you see the ship coming into view. Before you know it, you’re walking up the steps and onto the hull. 

“Nobody should be back for hours, we have the whole ship to ourselves.” He smiles, taking a step closer.

Oh…

You had maybe thought this was where this was going and now the confirmation makes you feel like leaning over the side of the ship to empty your guts. But as soon as he steps closer and cups your cheek with his hand, all that feeling melts away and it’s just him and those sweet beautiful eyes. You gaze into them, watching as they darkest with lust, reigniting that fire within you. Feeling bold, you pull his face to yours, kissing him with more fervor as he rolls his hips into yours again, this time with a small thrust that bucks your hips up to meet his. His hands wrap around your body, lifting you off the ground. You laugh and squeal as he twirls you around, the excitement inside you building. 

“Let’s go to my room.” You nod and allow him to lead you down the deck. You get to the bottom and see the familiar door to Captain Calico's room. He turns to the door on the left and opens it, revealing a room with a hammock to the side and a small table next to it. It’s a little bit smaller than the Captain's room but it’s a lot cleaner and simpler. You smile to yourself looking around, taking in the fact that this is where Jake lives, the thought making you feel all warm inside.

He lets you look around for a moment before crashing his lips back into yours, tasting the lingering rum on your breath and you his. You let your hands roam around on his chest, running them up and down through the opened buttons. He shivers at your cool touch and lets his hands grasp lightly at your chest beneath your dress. He begins to walk you backward until your back reaches the wall, pressed flush against it. 

You look behind you for a second, being met with the damp wood, you look back to see his face only inches from yours. You’re breathing quickens, feeling suddenly trapped. He takes a step back and reaches towards your hand. “Are you okay y/n?” He searches your face with genuine concert and you take a deep breath.

“I’m alright, i’ve just never done this before is all.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed. He grins, squeezing your hand a little. 

“This is your first time?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll...” he trails off, not sure how to go about asking this question, “do you know what it is?” 

You can't help but laugh. You place your hands on his shoulders, “yes I know what it is Jake. My friend did it once, told me all about it… I’ve just never… done it.”

“Oh okay.” He smiles again, laughing alongside you. “Do you want to…”

“Yes I do. I’m just... a little bit nervous, I don’t know what it’ll feel like.” You admit feeling stupid and small, but he takes your hand and kisses it softly, taking another step closer.

“I can go really slow okay? I’ll take you through the whole thing, does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“You just have to trust me, can you do that?”

“Okay I can do that.” Your lips curl into a smile and he places a single kiss to your lips.

“What do you think your friend would say about you losing your virginity to a pirate?” He smirks and you blush, casting your eyes to the floor.

“I don’t know, she might be a bit jealous if she ever saw you.”

He chuckles. “Can I kiss you y/n?”

You nod and he connects his lips to yours, pressing his body against yours bracing his hands on the wall behind you. This time he kisses you with purpose, his hands finding your hips and sliding them under to lift up your dress. You gasp slightly when his hand grazes the cloth of your panties.

He smirks, meeting your eyes and kissing your neck, sucking in the soft skin. He gently pulls your panties down to your ankles, helping you to step out of them. He unbuttons the remaining buttons on his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders.

You stare at him feeling your mouth watering at the sight of his bare smooth chest. “Should I uh.. take this off too?” You ask, pointing to your dress.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with.” He smiles.

“Okay.” You smile, unbuttoning the buttons in the front and sliding off the dress. His eyes widen as he takes you in, looking practically taken aback although you can tell he tries to hide it. You offer him an innocent smile, feeling a little exposed, but still somehow… comfortable.

His fingertips touch your stomach, running them up to meet your breast. He cups it in his hand, massaging it lightly.

“You’re art.” He says softly, looking up at you as his face lowers, bringing his mouth to the other one. He attaches his lips, rolling the soft bud around until it hardens as he sucks it in.

This feels different…

He groans around you, the sound vibrating your chest, the sound of him traveling to your core creating a desirable ache. He pops his mouth off, moving to kiss the skin around it before trailing his hand up to pinch the other one, pulling a whine from your lips.

He breaks away and his hand moves from your breast down the length of your body. You both look down to where his hand dips between your legs. A shiver runs down your spine as he pushes a single finger through your wet folds, dipping it down to collect the pooling moisture at your entrance. It feels like a warm tingling taking over your whole body, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, all you can think about is how you want more of it, want it to swallow you up until there's nothing left. 

He looks up at your face to see it contorted in pleasure, your lips slightly parted. He brings his finger up to your clit circling it once as a breathy moan escapes you.

“You sound so sweet.”

A hum is all you can manage and you close your eyes letting yourself feel every movement. He pressed his finger in, adding a little bit of pressure as you melt into the wall, sliding down before he catches you with his other arm. He holds you there as he continues to touch you, every second building up the buzzing pleasure. 

“How does it feel?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Good, so so good.” You whine, grabbing his wrist, willing him to go faster. He smirks and grants you your wish. His name falls from your lips, coming out high pitched and uneven. “Look at you, you already know what you want, that’s my girl.”

Yes. His girl. You like the way that rolls off his tongue, the way it makes you feel. It’s him that’s here with you, him making you feel this way, his fingers pressing against you so right.

“I like making you feel good.” He whispers, voice dripping with desperation. You nod, lips parted as your breaths become sporadic.

He brings his finger lower and sinks it in, curling it upwards causing your eyes rip open, body bucking up off the wall into his arms with a loud moan and curse.

“Ohh.. fuckkk.” You whimper, pushing yourself further onto his fingers, wishing to feel him even deeper. 

“Yeah you like that?” He asks, smirking once more.

“Yeah… feels… good.” You sigh, unable to fully concentrate on your words, just the way you feel and the sweet velvet of his voice flowing through your ears. 

He drags his finger out and adds another before sliding them both in to hit you even deeper. You let out a moan, filling the small room likely to be heard by any passerbys, but It’s hard to care at this moment. He pulls his fingers out and you mourn the loss of them, opening your eyes, ready to protest. His hand fiddles with his trousers, struggling to pull them down as he chokes out, “I think you’re ready.”

Your cheeks flash with warmth as he slides his pants off his body, exposing his hardened cock. It’s bigger than you expected, having never seen one before. It's pinker than you imagined and softer looking. Your mouth waters at just the sight of it, feeling like you’ve never wanted something more in your entire life. 

He grabs it, pumping the length of it a few times through his closed fist, letting out a shaky groan. Somehow that simple action turns your brain to mush and all you can think about is touching him, feeling the soft skin and weight in your hand, being the one to make him make all those sweet sounds. Before you can stop yourself, your hand is darting out, searching for him.

Fuck I’m such an idiot. 

His grin widens, showing you all his teeth, “Yeah? You wanna feel how hard you make me?”

You smile, thanking the gods that he didn’t think that was weird. He takes your hand, guiding it over his length. Just feeling it on your hand ignites something within you, a need you hadn’t felt before. One that’s overpowering, one that makes you forget about everything that’s ever happened. You push his hand away, taking him fully in yours, pumping up and down, desperate to make him feel as good as he did you.

It feels heavier that you expected, and warmer. It’s almost pretty really, and you like the way it looks in your hand. He sucks in a breath through his gritted teeth, shutting his eyes tight.

“Easy, slow down a bit, and don’t grab it so hard.”

“Oh.” You say, feeling embarrassed, “sorry.”

You move to take your hand away but he catches you. “No! It's okay, don't apologize. You’re already a natural but it’s okay to need a little help. See it's like this.'' He explains, guiding his hand over yours again, showing you how to gently drag it up and down. He removes it hand again and you repeat the action, watching his eyes roll back in his head and his lips part. A prideful smile spreads across your face when he moans again, seeming lost in your touch.

“Like that?” You ask innocently, watching his head nod, unable to form words.

He grabs your hand once more stilling your movements, “I can’t wait another second, I need you y/n.”

“I need you too, Jake.” 

And with that he wraps his arm under one of your legs, bringing it to your chest and pulling it to the side exposing you to him. He runs the tip of is cock through your folds, pushing it against your swollen clit. He brings it down to your entrance just teasing it before swiping it back up.

“You’re so wet.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. You tilt your face, kissing him as he slides into you just a little before pulling back out. It stings a little and you suck in a breath. 

“Hey it’s alright, I’ll slow down okay?”

“No it’s okay, do it, I wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself a little deeper, going slowly, careful not to hurt you. His thumb finds your clit as pulls out to push in a little deeper. You clutch his wrist as he slides in all the way nudging as far in as he can go. He lets out a breath matching your gasp of pleasure. It stings ever so slightly, but the fullness of it… it’s delicious, and that paired with his feather light touch over your clit feels like heaven.

“Fuck fuck... you feel so good wrapped around me, how does it feel?” He asks, looking up to your eyes struggling to find his own words.

“I don’t know, it... It stings a little, but feels.” Before you can finish your sentence, he pulls out and pushes back into you, hitting you even deeper. You let out a moan and sigh a quiet “fuck”.

“Do that again, please please, keep going.” 

His brows knit up in pleasure with every sugar coated push into your sweet cunt. He leans forward to kiss your neck as he pushes into you, sliding to the very back of your walls, feeling you flutter around him. He starts a rhythm of pulling back and angling his hips to go up, hitting your g spot with every thrust while his thumb still circles your clit. 

It starts to feel like a slow rumbling in the distance, growing louder with every move. The pleasure is so good you hope it will never stop. You hope it can pull you under letting you become a part of it. 

Jake takes your other leg hiking it up so that you’re spread open pressing against the wall. You shriek and giggle a little when he almost drops you but he doesn't thankfully. He picks up the pace a little, hitting you deep with every push. His breathing picks up to match yours, panting slightly as he works you.

“I think I’m close, Jake.” You moan into his ear, feeling suddenly like you could snap.

“Me too, just hold on another minute.” He pants, brows furrowed as he concentrates on holding you up while driving his hips into you, a little harder now.

You push your head against the wall, feeling your body start to tingle everywhere, from the tips of your toes to your thighs to your arms. All it takes is one more thrust, hitting you hard and deep and you’re coming undone, shaking and moaning his name while he holds you steady, continuing to fuck you through it.

The world around you dissolves until you can barely hear him, feeling like you’re in your own world with the blinding white hot pleasure that overtakes you. His voice feels faint in the background but you can just make out the words.

“That’s it baby, yeah just like that, I’ve got you don’t worry… fuck, you look so hot.”

It feels like you’re losing control of your body as your stomach muscles twitch, causing you to jerk up over his cock. It seems like no end is in sight, you moan and and your legs shake as you clutch onto him. You open your eyes to see him looking at you with an enamored expression, like you’re the most fantastic thing he’s ever set his eyes on, and you feel like maybe you are.

You can feel yourself coating him as your body still jerks and twitches, starting to lose momentum, coming down. You steady yourself, trying to catch your breath. You let him hold all of your weight as you lay limp in his arms, not having the strength to move anymore.

“There you are.” He hums, smiling when your gaze meets his again. “You look so pretty when you cum, I’m… so close, baby.” He chokes out, sounding almost in pain.

“Do it, I wanna see you cum.” You whisper, your small confession sounding out of you with surprising ease. You can tell it shocks him too when his eyes brighten and he lets out a shaky groan.

You can feel him twitch deep inside you and at the last second, he quickly puts your feet back on the ground and pulls out just in time to shoot his cum over your stomach and tits, painting you with the white ropes. He stills for a moment, a particularly drawn out whine producing from his sweet mouth which you promise to commit to memory. He holds himself in his hand, eyes still closed as he pumps the remaining cum out that dribbles over his swollen cock. 

His chest rises and falls with every breath as he comes back to earth to meet you and you take the opportunity to step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again. He kisses you back for a moment, the two of you just existing with each other before he pulls away, meeting your eyes again.

“That was so amazing.”

“I know. That was unlike anything I've ever experienced Jake. Thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine I can assure you.”

Just as the words leave his lips you hear voices in the background, laughing and cheering. Then, the sound of boots walking up the ramp to the ship. He looks panicked for a second causing you to panic yourself.

“What is it?”

“No no It's okay, it's just the crew. Here let me help you.” He grabs a cloth from the nightstand and brings it up to your chest, cleaning you up. You pull your clothes from the floor putting them back on as Jake does the same. He finishes putting on his own clothes and steps towards you. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I just didn’t want anyone to catch us naked.” You both laugh together as he takes your hand. “Should we go to bed?”

Is he gonna make me sleep above deck?

“Down here this time, in my hammock.” He says motioning behind him. “I’m sorry I didn’t offer before, I was- I don’t know.” He looks down feeling guilty and you take his chin in your hands, pulling his face up to meet yours.

“It’s okay Jake, I forgive you.” He smiles, warming your heart. 

Jake's POV

The two of you settle into the hammock, finding it to be a bit of a tight squeeze. Her head rests on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around her. It feels so right like this, having her finally so close to you especially after what just happened.

 

She looks like an angel.

Her hair gently tickles your face and your arm starts to fall asleep under her weight but you don’t dare move. Her breathing evens out as she settles and you try to match hers, breathing in with every inhale and out with every exhale. 

Everything in this moment is so perfect but there’s one thing you can’t shake from your head. If we get caught…

“I have to tell you something.” You whisper, trying your best not to startle her. 

“Yes?” She asks, looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

 

God she looks so perfect.

“We can’t get caught like this.” She nods her head slightly, dismissing the topic.

“No. We really cannot get caught.”

“Why?”

Fuck here goes nothing.

“If anyone sees us together… the Captain won’t be happy, he won’t want this… I..” She sits up a little taller, tilting her head.

“But why?”

She doesn’t understand. Should I just lie to her? The crew has already started rumors about us.. this is dangerous.

“Because I don’t know what they would do y/n…”

“What? Like make me walk the plank?” She laughs.

“Maybe.” Her face drops and so does your heart. It hurts to have to tell her this but she has to understand the severity of the situation.

Just as the words leave your lips you hear footsteps outside. The crew is making their way below deck to their own quarters after they’re partying.

Shit shit.

You press your finger to her lips, silencing her as the men walk by. You mouth the words, “they can't find out.” And then in perfect almost comedic timing…

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Part 4

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Can I plz request a Bridgerton!brother

who around Benedict age who very nice and charming with everyone and everyone but the Bridgerton’s thinks a flirt and a rake

Doubt

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 1,193

Summary- Y/N Bridgerton announces to the family that he is going to propose to a woman and the Bridgerton family is shocked.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for family dinner because I know this will be a rough one. Today I announce to my family that I am planning an engagement. Now that may not sound nerve racking to the average lad most families would be ecstatic. However, my family does not think of me so highly they expect that I must be some outlandish rake like my elder brothers just because I am Benedict’s twin. I’ve never understood the twinly stereotype that we must be the same since we were born on the same day. If anything we couldn’t be more different.   

Benedict has always thought with his heart and is only focused on his art I prefer to think with my brain that was until I met her. She has made me feel like no feeling I have ever felt before I want to think with my heart now. My family however assumes me to be an emotional twin of Benedict obsessed with women and hobbies. I try to prove them wrong by being kind and charming but I think it just gives them a worse impression of me.

I put on my nicest clothes and play with my hair a little to long until I am satisfied. I am determined to show my family how serious I am about this girl and it isn’t just a fling not that I would ever see a girl without an escort. I walk out of my room with a serious face to only be stopped by Colin.

“You are looking quite dapper Y/N off to see a lady?” He winks and I roll my eyes in return.

“You know I am the one who called for you all to be at family dinner,” I sigh in annoyance and hold the bridge of my nose.

“What has you knickers in a twist,” he asks.

“Nothing,”I clear my throat and brush my hands on my clothes for the millionth time. 

I walk away from Colin so he would hopefully forget this conversation and dinner will go as smooth as I plan. I make my way to the dining room and inspect the layout of the dishes the maids have set. I’ve even chosen a meal I know my family likes but doesn’t like to much so there is no arguing about how much everyone got. I have picked a royal purple table cloth to represent the riches that come with marriage not that we need her dowry. I just need to show my family that I am serious about this marriage and not the rake they think I am.

The firsts to arrive are Mother, Anthony, and Daphne. I fiddle with my hands because I can already tell that they are in a bad mood from the dirty looks that Daphne keeps shooting Anthony. I pull the chair out for Mother and Anthony makes his way to the head of the table.

“This table cloth is quite decadent I do not recall owning.” Mother ponders out loud.

“And the fine china is out. Are we having any guests tonight?” Daphne adds.

I quickly assure them that I just thought it would be nice for a family dinner and they nod wordlessly. Colin enters chasing Francesca, Hyacinth, and Gregory in. It seems like they were playing a game before they came in but Mother is quick to stop them.

“No running in the house!” She says sternly and my siblings immediately halt and make there way to the table.

Of course last to join us is Benedict and Eloise who reek of cigar smoke which only heightens my nerves because Benedict is not only setting a bad example but this will surely cause Eloise and Mother to fight.

Anthony laughs, “Nice of you two join us.”

I quickly hush him and smile, “They are here that's all that matters.”

Anthony looks at me suspiciously at my effort to keep the peace.

Mother smiles at my words, “You are so right Y/N we will hardly get any family dinners like this after Daphne is married I mean we are missing so many family dinners now due to Daphne being so busy with suitors.”

“Not that busy due to Anthony,” Daphne mumbles under her breath causing Eloise to let out a small chuckle.

I try to find a quick way to change the subject but am unfortunately to late when Anthony is quick to make a daring comment back.

“I am the man of the house you would be nowhere without me! Would you rather the twins be in charge of your season? They are to busy being rakes! They could never take care of this family the way I do! I do not understand why you are being such a brat!” Anthony’s rant feels like it goes on forever and I have to hold my head so I don’t explode due to rage.

Daphne is seething and I feel truly bad for her she is the only one who gets me in this family she takes the time to listen and I think it is because no one listens to her. She actually helped me plan this dinner even though she is busy with the season and she’s the only sibling I have told about my engagement. I just hope she can let this argument go so the dinner can go smoothly.

“Maybe I would rather have Y/N be the head of the household at least he actually listens to me!” She shouts back and I facepalm in response. This dinner is not going to be at all like I planned.

Eloise laughs at the idea and Colin is sitting very awkwardly due to the argument. I sigh knowing this argument will last all dinner so I take a deep breath and come right out with it.

“I am engaged..” I blurt out.

Benedict was mid drink but it is quickly shot out of his nose and on to the once clean table cloth. Eloise is hysterically laughing at my statement and at Benedict while Hyacinth and Gregory stare in utter shock.

Mother’s face is truly one of disappointment, “ That is not a funny joke Y/N.”

“It’s not funny because it’s true,” I say trying my best to stay composed.

“There is no way a rake like you and I Y/N can settle down,” Anthony responds.

“That is your choice to believe that but this woman makes me feel things I have never felt before they are pure feelings that I never want to get rid of. You can either accept that or not be a part of my life but that would disappointment me greatly.” I respond for once feeling heard and assured.

Mother’s eyes are tearing up, “I am proud of the man you have become I only wish you had told me about her sooner. So when can we we meet her?”

Benedict smiles widely at me “Yes, we must meet the Woman that has turned you into a lovesick fool.”

Daphne responds “Oh she surely is quite the woman.”

“YOU’VE MET HER!” The whole family says chaotically and out of sync.

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