#he will be a good wingman for his boys once they get a few more centuries under their belts lol

[renonv]

I can't stop thinking about them 😭😭 help

#romano sneaks out and gets to see the girls later they thought he was v cute <3 #rome is a bit of an asshole but he cares so muchh #he will be a good wingman for his boys once they get a few more centuries under their belts lol #hetalia #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia world stars #hws romano #hws south italy #hws roman empire #hws rome #hws north italy #hws veneziano #aLSO if you r a father figure rome enjoyer. tell me ur headcanons plz

[mrkis]

the love hotel. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 6.1k

SYNOPSIS: you meet a guy in a bar and end up going to a love hotel, both of you are in need of a release and you're more than happy to find it in each other.

WARNINGS: explicit content, mark is confident and forward at times, profanity, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, creampie, marks got a big cock as always, oral (receiving and giving), hair pulling, mentions of spanking, 'baby' for use of petname, slight dirty talking

He’s been staring at you the entire night.

Truthfully, you’ve been staring at him too. 

The first time was when you entered the bar to meet a friend, spotting him ordering his drink of choice and peering over his shoulder to look at the overcrowded bar and accidentally meeting your eyes. It was quick—subtle—before focussing his attention back on the bartender and you with greeting your friend.

The second was when you were on your way to the bathroom, a slight bump with another customer caused you to stumble and when you both turned to apologise to each other, you could see him again, over that person's shoulder, sitting alone in the corner of the dimly lit room, pint glass resting on his lips as you catch eyes once again before disappearing around the corner.

The third, and what should have been final, was when your friend had drunkenly whisked you up from your seat to go dance to one of your shared favourite songs, her arms loosely wrapped around you while loudly screaming the lyrics in your ears and of course, you joined in, but your gaze couldn’t help but stray to the same man who’s attention was now fully locked on you, chin resting on his palm as he observes. 

Normally, in any other circumstance, you would be freaked out and would give the stranger the dirtiest look you can muster to make him look away, but this was different. He was an incredibly attractive man, and you wanted him to keep looking. You liked his attention and you would be lying if you said it didn’t boost your ego.

It was when midnight grew close that you wanted either one of you to make the first move and you decided to stay behind while your friend was waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. She pouted, her bottom lip protruding as slurred, drunken words spilled from her lips, wanting to stay and enjoy the rest of the night. However, you knew she had already reached her limit and you gently insisted that she go home to get a good night’s rest as you guided her into the passenger seat of the car, exchanging a few words with her boyfriend before the car disappeared out of sight.

Back at the bar, you find yourself stealing glances at the stranger over the rim of your glass, using the wine as a source of liquid courage to muster the confidence to make the first move yourself, but your confidence begins to wave when you notice him engrossed in his phone, his thumb tapping the screen while he holding his half-empty beer bottle. Was he preparing to leave? Ordering a cab back to his place?

“Pretty boy usually stays until closing,” A sudden voice snaps you back to reality and your head slowly turns to the bartender who’s looking back at you with a smirk, sliding an untouched beer bottle in your direction. You open your mouth to speak, to tell him that you didn’t order a beer but he’s quick to explain: “It’s on the house… it’s his favourite.”

A grin spreads across your lips as you realise that the bartender was playing the role of the biggest wingman of the night. You thank him gratefully and he responds with a wink, fixing up a drink for another customer that comes up to the bar and with your newfound confidence, you pick up the beer bottle and your own drink, making your way over to the strangers table with a determined stride. 

“You look lonely,” His gaze raises up from his phone to settle on you when he hears your voice, eyebrows subtly raising at your arrival. “Mind if I join you?”

“Seat is all yours.” He responds, and in an instant, the tone of his voice makes you fumble. The confidence you once possessed seemed to chip away and almost fold for the man in front of you, as if you were putting in his hands. However, you surprise yourself as you manage to stay calm and composed.

With a straight posture and an unwavering smile, you confidently settle into the seat across from him, determined to not falter under his intense gaze; dark and curious eyes watching your move. You extend your arm over the table, sliding the beer bottle in his direction until it stops in front of him.

“For you,”

“For me?” He repeats, a soft hum escaping his lips. His fingers reach out, wrapping around the neck of the bottle, and the silver rings adorning his hand lightly tap against the glass as he turns it to inspect the brand. His eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise, “How did you know I like this?”

“I have my ways,” You say, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness before you tell him honestly, “Bartender picked it out. Said it was your favourite?”

“It is,” He agrees with a nod of his head and a smile that makes you feel a little giddy, unable to tear your eyes away the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. It’s almost embarrassing the effect he has on you already. “Thank you, I’m grateful… I’ll buy you your next?”

Realistically, you should tell him that the drink you gave him was actually given to you for free and that no money was actually spent, but the thought of him buying you your next drink was a clear invitation to spend more time with him and there was no way you could pass up the opportunity, not when it was so simply handed to you.

So, you smile, you nod and you take a sip of your wine to hide the excitement on your face, although you’re unsure if you’re doing a good job at hiding it with how your cheeks ache from smiling and your eyes lit up.

Conversation surprisingly flows naturally between you both. You find out his name is Mark which, you think, suits his face perfectly. When you tell him your name, he repeats it, almost with a soft whisper and it takes everything within you not to jump over the table and claim his lips to yours. 

He’s employed, but doesn’t tell you what his profession is (which maybe should’ve been a red flag, but you like to think he keeps that side of him private to separate work and his personal life). He’s twenty-four, he’s single and he enjoys taking pictures of things he finds pretty, especially sunsets and to that he admits he feels blessed to see the view of when the oranges bleed into with the yellows, or when the subtle pinks of the clouds appear in blue skies.

The way Mark speaks leaves you captivated, how he explains things with so much adoration and detail, appreciating even the littlest of things that makes your chest fill with warmth.

But it’s when he rolls up his sleeves during mid-conversation that almost makes you start drooling, unable to focus on anything but the veins and his muscles that bulge when he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back comfortably in the chair.

“You good over there?” Mark asks, noticing your silence. You immediately snap out of your trance, gaze meeting his and seeing the teasing glint in his eyes. “You’ve gone quiet on me.”

“Sorry,” You blurt a quick apology and come up with a lie, “I think the wine is getting to me.”

“Right,” He hums, lips curling into a smile as he reaches for his beer, taking a sip. But the head of the bottle grazes over his mouth when his phone buzzes against the table, pausing to peer down at the screen to see what it could be.

Another vibration follows, then other, and other and you see his jaw clench in annoyance, sighing as he places his bottle down to pick up his phone, swiping up to view the full set of messages that continue coming through.

Your lips press together tightly as you watch him. You’re not irritated at him checking his phone, you’ve had his attention for the majority of the night, you’re more concerned than anything, especially with the repetitiveness.

You give him a smile, “Need to leave?”

“No, no. It’s just, uh, work related stuff,” He explains to you briefly, not going into too much detail and you nod in understanding, bringing your wine to your lips to take a sip. Mark’s gaze falls on you as he looks up from his phone, “But I don’t mind leaving if you’re up for it?”

You try your best to mask your surprise at his forwardness in wanting to leave with you. But you shouldn’t be surprised, this is exactly what you’ve wanted from the start.

“Oh? Where would you like to go?”

“There’s a place just around the corner from here. Have you seen it? The building with the red neon lights?”

You have, but it doesn’t hurt to play dumb every now and then. “No, I haven’t. What is it?”

Mark begins to smile, “It’s this type of hotel that’s for two—or more—people wanting privacy. Couples and strangers can go, especially if they want to spend the night together. You can use it for just a normal one-night type of stay… but it's commonly used as a Love Hotel.”

“A Love Hotel?” You repeat, the excitement and arousal building up within at the thought of spending a night alone with him. Of course you want it, and you want it bad, but you can’t help but tease and be playful about it. “What makes you think I want to spend a night with you there?”

“I don’t,” Mark shrugs his shoulders, the smile still unwavering. “It’s completely up to you. You say no and we can just forget about it. I'll pay for the rest of our drinks and if you want to leave, I’ll happily pay for your cab to make sure you get home safe.”

“And If I say yes?”

Mark tilts his head to the side as he takes you in, “I think you know what happens if you say yes.”

You can’t hide your grin this time, biting down on your lower lip, “Was this your plan from the start? To get me to the hotel?”

“No,” Mark laughs, “Truthfully, I would fuck you here in the bathroom if you were up for it but,” He then trails off, tongue prodding at his inner cheek as he smiles once more. “You deserve something better than that, don’t you think?”

Mark’s arm is loosely draped around your shoulder, palm in yours, fingers interlaced and squeezing your hand every few steps you take as he leads you towards the entrance of the Love Hotel.

The neon red lighting was almost blinding up close and you had to duck your head low to keep your eyes from stinging, but the architecture and the décor of the building was enough to make you stare in awe, especially when you stepped inside.

The lower lighting is a lot more comforting to the eyes but still the familiar red hues. Fake (maybe real, you weren’t entirely sure) vines were hanging down the walls with roses attached to a few stems and paper hearts of different variations of pink were scattered across the ceiling and flooring. 

There was no traditional reception area, which left you slightly puzzled about how to check in for a room. However, Mark, with a reassuring smile, guides you towards a digital touch screen display at the end of the hall. You watch curiously as he taps a few icons, causing a row of room options to appear on the screen.

He turns to you, his smile still remaining. “Do you want a room that comes with alcohol? Snacks?”

You shake your head, “I’m fine. Unless you want anything?” 

Mark shakes his head and gives your hand a gentle squeeze, indicating that he’s content too. He selects one of the rooms and you observe a loading screen with animated heart shaped bubbles before a price is displayed.

Mark doesn’t give you enough time to fully process the number as he swiftly taps his card against the machine to finalise the transaction, receiving another heart-shaped bubble with ‘successful!’ titled in the middle before he leads you down a different hallway with a series of doors, some displaying vacant signs while others are occupied. Mark doesn’t give you enough time to gape at the number before he’s already tapping his card against the machine and walking you down a different hallway with a set of doors, some with a vacant sign and others preoccupied.

“Soundproof,” Mark comments, noticing the expression on your face. “Total, complete privacy for the guests.”

The question that has been lingering on the tip of your tongue finally escapes. “Have you been here before?”

“No, I haven’t,” He answers honestly with a laugh. “But a friend of mine has been here a few times. That’s why I know so much about it.”

You respond with a teasing tone, “To prepare you for when you decide to bring someone?” 

Mark chuckles and places his hand on the doorknob of a room, casting a playful glance in your direction and replied, “More like having been forced to listen during breakfast,” He pauses for a moment and he smirks before continuing, “Good thing I listened, hm?”

When he opens the door to the room, he guides you to walk in first with a gentle hand on your lower back. The colour and décor of the room didn’t surprise you; in fact, you expected the ongoing colour theme of pinks and reds. However, the singular white couch in the corner of the room makes you snort, even though it does have a few fluffy red pillows on the seats.

With your shoes kicked off at the entrance, you take a few steps further into the room and your curiosity leads you over to the bedside table where you find a bowl of condoms, each in different sizes and flavours. It brings out a quiet chuckle from you, a smirk present on your lips as you place the bowl back down in its rightful place.

Turning your attention to Mark, he has his back to you, engrossed in scrolling through another digital touchscreen display that's on the wall, messing around with the light settings off the room, and you laugh out loud when he accidentally leaves the room pitch black before turning it as bright as it possible.

He glances over his shoulder at you with a sheepish smile and finally adjusts the lights to a suitable setting. You observe him as he focuses his attention on the music selection, and it makes you smile at how serious he’s being.

It’s amusing, really. How you’re both here for one thing and one thing only but he’s taking his time setting the mood. It’s quite endearing. 

“Alright,” Mark mumbles beneath his breath as he finally chooses a song, something sensual and at perfect volume. “Do you—”

You no longer waste anymore time, arms thrown over his shoulders to bring him forwards and press your lips to his, his lips soft and warm. Mark’s eyes are opened wide, clearly surprised at you being the one to make the first move and he laughs against your mouth, his own arms winding around your waist, hands pressing against your back, drawing you closer to him and kissing you back deeply.

You’re losing yourself in him already; tasting the beer on his lips, his aftershave filling your senses, how his thumb draws mindless patterns on your back as his tongue dips into your mouth when you part your lips to gasp.

He’s walking, leading you blindly backwards and you let out a surprised noise when you stumble over your own foot. You refuse to let the embarrassment seep in and possibly ruin the moment so you continue kissing him, sucking on his bottom lip which earns a grunt of approval. 

Mark stops leading you backwards just as your calves bump into the edge of the bed and his fingers come around your body to unfasten the button on your pants, exhaling into the kiss as he pushes his mouth harder to yours as your hands come to unbuckle the belt on his own.

Breaking the kiss, you both rid each other of your clothes, leaving you in your underwear and mentally give yourself a pat on the back for wearing a matching set, feeling confident at the way Mark’s staring you down at you.

Then, he smiles—a smile so pretty that it leaves you flustered. He squats down slightly, wrapping his arms around your lower back and he lifts you up from the floor, his face pressed between your boobs, feeling his warm breath fan against your skin. It tickles and you can’t help but laugh, securing your legs around his waist to ensure you don’t fall, even though he has a firm grip on you.

Your fingers thread through Mark’s hair as he kisses and licks at your chest, sucking at the skin as he turns and sits at the edge of the bed, settling you in his lap as his hands come down to grab at your ass, palm coming down once hard on your cheek and you mewl at the sting, tugging on his roots.

“Touch me,” You plead, arching back away from his lips to get a good look at him, adrenaline pumping through your veins at his appearance; his lips are swollen, eyes dark and hazy, hair a mess and cheeks rosy. “Please. I want you to touch me.”

“Yeah?” He hums, eyebrow twitching. “How bad?”

You huff, refusing to answer his teasing as you kiss him again, tilting your head to the side with your hands cupping his cheeks. He smiles against your lips and slides a hand between your bodies, pressing two fingers to your clit over your underwear and you hiss at the contact, tightening your grip on him.

“You wanted me to touch you,” You hear him mutter as he pulls away from your lips, giving you one chaste kiss. “I’m just doing as you ordered.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” You glare at him playfully before deciding to take matters into your own hands.

He frowns and looks confused when you slide off of him, opening his mouth to possibly apologise for his previous teasing but he tilts his head to the side, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline in amusement as he watches you get down on your knees in front of him.

You’re pulling at his boxers to get them off and Mark even raises his hips a little to help you out, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as you slide them down his legs and throw them somewhere behind you, not caring for where it lands as you wrap your hand around his cock.

caring for where they land as you wrap your hand around his cock. 

He inhales sharply, leaning back on his hands to watch you as you tug at his cock, squeezing at the base and pressing your thumb against the slit, causing him to let out a breathy laugh as he tilts his head back.

The effect you have on him already builds your arousal, your pussy throbbing around nothing and you feel your underwear stick to your folds uncomfortably. But you ignore it, you push it to the side and focus your attention on him as you stick out your tongue, teasing him with a few kitten licks.

Mark’s stomach sucks in with a gasp before the muscles tense, “Fuck.”

You bring his cock further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him as you suck hard, using your tongue to tease beneath his sensitive head. Mark’s chest rumbles with a groan and he reaches out, placing his hand on the back of your head and you gaze up at him, struggling to smile with your mouth full.

“Taking it so well,” Mark praises, eyes refusing to leave yours as he watches his cock disappear deeper down your throat, enthralled by the way you’re bobbing your head and swallowing around him. “That’s it. Good girl… Can I fuck your pretty throat?” You immediately nod your head. “No, tell me I can. Use your words.”

His cock falls out of your mouth with a lewd pop, “Please. Fuck my throat.”

“Thank you.” You're surprised at his gratitude, but it doesn’t last long as Mark’s already easing his cock back into your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat and a guttural groan leaves his lips.

He’s thrusting his hips faster and you let your jaw hang loose, doing your best to use your tongue and suck him in whenever your nose brushes against his abdomen. Your throat feels raw already, on the verge of coughing or gagging you weren’t sure. The size of his cock was enough to have you gargling and Mark seems to enjoy your struggles as he smiles down at you, petting the back of your head before resuming his grip.

“Gonna cum,” He warns you. “Gonna cum in your mouth, yeah? Can you swallow it for me? Please?”

Who are you to say no to that? You take the initiative, bobbing your head and using your hands to fondle his balls, tipping him over the edge and with one harsh thrust of his hips, you feel his cock twitch on your tongue before spurts of cum paints the back of your throat and you moan around him, swallowing every last drop he gives you.

Mark’s hand tightens in your hair as he pulls you off of his cock, tilting your head back with a tug and you wince but welcome the burn on your scalp. You’re panting heavily, trying to catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling steadily through your nose as he’s leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to the middle of your forehead, wiping the drool and cum off of your lips with his thumb.

“Good girl,” He praises you, now using his other hand to delicately wipe at your tear stained cheeks. “Did so well for me. Want me to get you some water?”

“No,” You shake your head, voice coarse. “I just want to feel you—I need to feel you.”

“Not yet,” Mark tells you and you almost feel like you could cry, desperate to feel his cock, wanting to satisfy the ache between your thighs. 

He cups your elbows as he pulls you up from your kneeling position on the floor and keeps you locked between his legs, nimble fingers reaching around to unhook your bra before they dip beneath the waistband on your lacy panties, pulling them down your legs slowly as he keeps eye contact with you.

“Why do you love to tease so much?” You find yourself asking.

He shrugs his shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to your tummy as he answers, “Turns me on.” His hands grip the flesh of your thighs, massaging the skin as he hums. “Think you can stand for a little longer?”

You’re confused now, brows pulling together as you look down at him, “What do you mean?”

“Wanna eat you out like this,” Mark tells you, licking at his lips as he pulls you closer to his face, his hand tightening on your thigh. “Want your leg over my shoulder. You can grab my hair to hold yourself up, if you want. But I promise I’m not going to let you fall.”

Despite still being confused, you’re also a little curious about the position which ends up with your agreeing, letting out a noise of surprise when he shuffles closer to the end of the bed before hooking your thigh on his shoulder, resting his hands on your ass to stabilise you. 

You feel the strain on the back of your calf, almost on your tiptoes at an unusual angle, but all your worries and concerns disperse when you feel his tongue lick between your folds, flicking over your clit which makes you gasp. 

Your body curls in on him, hands threading through his hair as his mouth attaches to your pussy completely, squeezing your ass as he sucks on your clit. Pleasure courses through your veins, a shrill buzzing up your spine and moans fall from your lips, unable to control your volume.

He’s grunting against you as you rut against his face, mumbling incoherent words about how good you taste. His tongue dips inside your cunt and you mewl, fingers curling in his hair and he moans loudly, the vibrations making your legs quiver and you’re afraid you’ll slip, but Mark seems to understand your concern and suddenly he’s pulling away, unhooking your leg off of his shoulder to throw you down onto the bed.

You don’t have time to register what’s fully happened as he’s already crawling between your thighs and attaching his mouth to your cunt again, diving in with his tongue, the wet muscle pushing into your quivering hole and you mewl, your fingers finding his hair again and tugging.

He’s pulling your legs over his shoulders to push his face closer to your cunt and you happily oblige as you wrap your legs around his head, keeping him locked in and your back arches, uncontrollable gasps and moans leaving your lips. 

Mark’s nose nudges against your clit, making your toes curl at the stimulation and eyes roll to the back of his head, losing yourself in the pleasure and the sound of his own muffled moans as he laps at you hungrily, hands glued to your hips to keep you still. 

As if you were going to move away. 

You’re enjoying this way too much and you internally thank whoever for giving him the talent to eat pussy as good as he does. You could almost cry tears of absolute joy. 

It when you feel his lips suck on your clit again that forcefully rips you out of your head and you curse, bottom lip tucking between your teeth and brows pulling together in pleasure as you pull harder on his hair, a smile threatening to slip across your lips as you hear him moan once more.

The second his hand falls from your hip to join his mouth at your pussy, easing two fingers inside your cunt as he makes a mess of spit and drool on your clit, you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, inching you closer and closer to your release.

“Mark,” You whine. “I’m gonna cum.”

He nods in response, fucking you faster and harder with his fingers, sucking on your clit with so much vigor it has you wailing, making you wonder if the soundproof walls weren’t enough to even hide your sounds of pleasure.

It’s euphoric when you reach your high, a choked gasp ripping from the back of your throat as you arch your back, hips rutting against his face and he continues his motions, feeling him smile as your orgasm takes over your body completely.

You’re overwhelmed; sweat beading at your hairline, vision blurry and mind blank. You feel like you’re choking, trying to catch your breath as your chest heaves rapidly, pulling at his hair to get him to stop which he reluctantly does, pressing gentle kisses on your inner thighs as your legs drop from his shoulders limply. 

“God,” Mark groans as he leans up to settle on his knees. His chin is covered in spit and your arousal, hair a complete mess. His fingers carefully slip out of your pussy and your jaw drops open with a sharp inhale, watching with hazy eyes as he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Fuck. You taste good.”

You find yourself unable to talk back, too focussed on trying to catch your breath and come back to earth, the silk sheets uncomfortably sticky on your clammy skin. 

Mark’s leaning over you now, smiling as he caresses your cheek, blowing cool air on your face. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.” You tell him.

“Good,” He whispers, bending down to press his lips to yours. You taste yourself as his tongue dips into your mouth to tangle with your own, tilting his head to kiss you deeper as he carefully lays between your legs, bare chest flushed against yours. He pulls away to ask, “More?”

“Yes,” You nod immediately. “Need you. Please.”

“You don’t have to beg with me,” Mark smiles, kissing your lips again before looking down, “I might have to finger you again though—”

“No,” You shake your head this time. “I need your cock.”

He softly whispers your name, “But—”

“It’s fine. I can take it,” You assure him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to prevent him from moving, although you know he can easily move away if he wanted to. “I’m fine. I just need your cock. I need to feel you. I’ll beg, I swear—”

“Hey, hey,” Mark cuts you off this time, stroking your cheek to calm you down. “I told you, you don’t have to beg with me. I’ll give you what you want… Just promise me, yeah? Promise me you’re fine.”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

You can feel his cock pressed against your thigh and your body shivers, grip loosening on him as he leans back to look down at your cunt, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other massages your thighs.

His hips move forward as he drags his cock through your folds, hissing through his teeth as his tip bumps against your clit. Your lips press together tightly as you feel the head of his cock against your entrance, and he lifts his head to meet your gaze, giving you one last silent ask and you nod your head.

Your mouth pops open with a gasp as he pushes into you, stretching you out on his cock, feeling the burn in your inner thighs and walls as your pussy struggles to swallow him, inch by inch. He’s not even halfway in yet and you do start to fear that maybe you can’t take him fully.

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” Mark begins to curse, sucking sharply through his teeth, eyes locked in on your puffy folds wrapped around his cock. “Sucking me in so tight—shit—you need to relax for me. You can do that? Yeah? Relax a little for me?”

“Too big.” You whine out, tears forming at your lash line, hands gripping the bed sheets.

“I know, I know,” Mark coos softly, carefully leaning over your body and you make a muffled noise as his cock moves a little further inside. He litters kisses across your cheeks and jawline, “Doing so well already for me, though. Relax and breathe for me…. Deep breaths, baby.”

The simple pet name shouldn’t make you feel the way it does, but your chest blooms with warmth at his caring tone and you find yourself relaxing, taking steady breaths as he pushes deeper inside, stretching you out completely as his hips press to yours.

Mark waits for a few moments, lips still kissing at your jawline as he gives you body time to adjust to the sheer size of his cock before he begins to thrust slowly, pulling back to leave the tip of his cock inside before thrusting all the way in.

Your hands slide up to his shoulder blades, nails digging into his skin and he moans at the contact, panting in the crevice of your neck, leaving wet kisses in his path as his hips find a suitable pace, pebbled nipples brushing against his chest.

“Faster.” You tell him, only to squeal in surprise when he actually starts to fuck you faster—and harder, the bed rocking with each powerful thrust. 

His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, panting into each other's mouths as your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. The tight grip he has on your hips is pleasant and his cock hits deep, making your legs quiver and shake as he ruts into you. 

You’re trying to keep up with the kiss, you really are. But the pleasure becomes too overwhelming and you’re stuck with your mouth open, uncontrollably moaning and on the verge of tears. It makes you feel a little pathetic to be crying over someone’s cock… but this someone’s cock is definitely worth crying over.

Mark’s loud too, much to your delight. The moans and grunts leave his lips, cursing through incoherent words that sound like praises but you struggle to make out what he’s saying, head too blank and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your ears.

That knot in your stomach slowly starts to tighten again and you whine, grip tightening in fear that the pace he’s fucking you will slow down or come to a stop, despite it being obvious he wasn’t going to do any of those things.

“You close?” Mark hums, eyes meeting yours. “Feels like you’re close, baby. Gonna cum for me? Make a mess on my cock like the good girl you are?”

His words make your head spin and you struggle to nod.

“Yeah?” He practically purrs, making that knot in your stomach feel as though it’s about to snap. “I’m gonna cum for you too. Fill this pussy up. Is that okay? Want me to fill you up? Fuck you full of cum?”

You nod your head once more.

“Say it. Use your words.”

“Fuck, please. Fill me up. Do whatever you want, just don’t stop—”

He chuckles, “Cute.”

You weren’t exactly sure what had tipped you over the edge. Was it his lips against your neck? His whispers of praises in your ear? The pace of his hips that fucked his cock into you? Or his hand that slipped between your bodies to rub your clit? 

It could be any—it could be all of the above.

But whatever it was had your pussy clamping around his cock, sucking him tightly as your second orgasm of the night hit you hard. Your head flung back against the pillows, back arching as your body trembles uncontrollably.

Mark fucks your through your high, fingers still rubbing at your clit, leaving you a shaking and sensitive mess. Then he makes a noise, a noise that sends a tingle down your spine and he cums, thrusting at a slow and steady pace as he empties himself inside your pussy. 

You’re both panting heavily, skin glistening with sweat and bodies sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable, but you make no effort to care about it as your body lays limp against the bed, trying to catch your breath. You watch with hazy vision as Mark slowly lifts himself off you, your face twisting as you feel his cock slide out of your sensitive cunt.

Your hips jerk when his fingers brush over your messy folds, scooping his cum and pushing it back inside. You whine at the feeling and you can hear him chuckle, mumbling a quiet apology before he stands from the bed.

You don’t have time to wonder where he’s going as he’s already returning back with a wet towel in hand. He sits back down, gently prying open your legs to clean you up and truthfully, you’re a little shocked. This has never happened before with your previous hook-ups, so you didn’t expect it to happen to you today. You’re pleasantly surprised, so you allow him to continue.

“You alright?” Mark asks once he’s finished. His hand massages your thighs and you’re too into the touch to notice he’s asked you a question until he calls out your name.

“What?”

Mark grins, “I asked if you are alright.”

“I’m more than alright,” You admit truthfully, causing the grin on his face to widen. You go to sit up this time and he kindly grabs your elbow, helping you upright and keeping his hold on you. His other hand reaches out to push at the stray hairs that stick to your sweaty face before he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is short and sweet, not lasting as long as you had hoped and it leaves you craving for more when he pulls away.

“So,” You clear your throat, voice still a little hoarse. “What now?”

“What now?” Mark repeats, humming in thought. “First, I’m going to get you some water to ease that throat of yours,” Mark says as he slips off the bed to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge on the other side of the room. “Then, if you want, I can fuck you again.”

Your brows raise, intrigued. “Really?”

“We have this room for an entire night,” Mark says as he returns back to you, holding out the water for you to take with a grin on his lips. “Why not make the most of it?”

©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

#mark lee smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee x reader

[billthedrake]

WINGMAN

I generally had a clean lifestyle, at least lately, but it was Mike Gelson's bachelor party, and we five dudes were partying it up in Nashville. I may have been doing my goody two-shoes Brendan Peters thing and getting club soda every few rounds, but my tolerance was down and I was getting good and truly wasted.

My best buddy James Carducci noticed, too. Like me, he was a big guy, a former tight end who carried a lot of muscle on his 6'5" frame, but unlike me he could hold his liquor.

"You gonna get laid tonight, Peters?" he growled in my ear as we entered the room we were sharing. "It's fun to see you let your hair down."

I gave him a scowl but knew he was just ribbing me. It's what buddies did. "Why can't we have the bachelor party in New York or something?"

Carducci knew what I meant. He plopped on one of the beds, his big frame taking up most of the double bed mattress. "Bro, you could have all the gay dudes around you and you'd still be too fuckin' picky."

I lay down on the other bed, looking over at my best friend. We'd both moved to the same city after graduation. Coming out had been a big messy process for me, and James had been the most supportive of my college friends. He was enthusiastically bisexual - not advertising it or anything, but we quickly realized we could switch from teammate-buddies to guy talk and back.

Still, we were opposites in a lot of ways. "Dude... it's easy for you. You just want to get your dick wet."

We'd had versions of this conversation before. He grinned. "Bro, maybe you should get your dick wet for a change. It'd keep you from being a cranky bitch." Yeah, Carducci could get away saying stuff to me no one else could. Then turning his meaty body on his side, he looked right at me. "I get it, Peters. But maybe while you wait for Mr. Right, you can have some fun. I mean, Kevin Murphy's not gonna suck your cock."

"What the fuck?!" I played dumb. Kevin had been the kicker on our D1 team and was Mike Gelson's best man. He was my type to a T... shorter than me and leaner, boy-next-door cute, tight body and a bubble ass.

James lay back again and put his arms around his back, arms knotted and pumped. If I was into big dudes like myself, there might be sexual tension between us. "Bro, it's all over your face. Remember, I know your fuckin' type."

"C'mon, JC," I pleaded, using my nickname for him.

He grinned. "Don't worry, Peters, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. You know that. Crush out on Murphy all you want. You're just barking up the wrong tree."

"Yeah," I sighed. "It's majorly against the bro code." I was starting to get resentful of how being a horny gay dude and an ex-jock living by the bro code were not exactly compatible.

That got a deep laugh from JC. "So's fucking your buddy's dad."

I sat up, the alcohol and quick movement making my head dizzy. "What?!?!" Normally I'd write off the comment as Carducci being a jokester but the way his words came out made them seem real.

He now sat up and reached down to paw at his crotch to rearrange his junk. "This stays between us," he warned.

"Scouts honor, man," I replied.

My friend got a wild look on his face and a leer as he said, "I banged Gelson's dad."

"Mike Gelson," I clarified. "The fucking groom."

He seemed annoyed. "What other Gelsons do you know, dumbass? Yeah, Mike Gelson's father. It was a couple of years ago, when Mike invited a couple of us to his family's lake house." James was closer to Gelson than I was, which only made what he was describing seme more transgressive.

"Dude, isn't Mr. Gelson like 45?" I'd briefly met the man once but he didn't make too much an impression on me, I guess.

Carducci leered. "He was 50 then, and it was fucking glorious. A whole week, both of us enjoying sneaking around." I knew JC had a bit of a kink for married men. We didn't overshare, but I'd very occasionally hear about a hookup or, more often, I'd unload about a date that didn't go like I wanted.

I had to rib him now. "What, you going for the daddies now, JC?"

Without missing a beat, he looked at me with his brown eyes. "Abso-fucking-lutely, Peters. Exclusively even. You should try an older dude for a change."

I didn't think I was easily shocked but the turn of the conversation had indeed rattled me. I went silent before I said quietly, "Man, I couldn't date a guy my dad's age. What the fuck?"

He laughed. "Dude, who's talking about dating? You're a hot fucking dude, you should be having sex nonstop... " He paused. "Can I be honest, bro?"

I nodded, bracing myself for the barrage of criticism. But this was Carducci, I knew he was looking after me.

"Well," James started. "You always go for the unavailable ones like Murphy, or for the stuck up ones who think they're the shit for having an Insta following." For all of our odd-couple conversations, Carducci had never spelled it out for me quite like this. But he was totally right. "I dunno, maybe you should go outside your type just to see. There are so many daddies out there who'd be so fucking appreciative to make it with a guy like you.... You could use the ego boost, bro."

I thought it over. "Is that what older guys are to you?" I asked. "An ego boost?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I have a pretty massive ego already, bro, I don't need help with that. I just love sex with an older guy." I watched as he pulled a spare pillow down to cover his crotch. I knew why: Carducci was boning up talking about sex, and while we shared a lot there still was the bro code between us. "Some of em have a wild side, like a drunk sorority chick."

I shook my head. "Jesus, JC."

I knew the alcohol was getting us both to open up to this conversation. "It's not like that, Peters. I mean, you know you're with a dude, a real masculine dude at that. But there's that wild, naughty streak beneath the surface. I fucking love it."

He reached over and picked up his phone.

"What? Are you gonna show me a picture of one of your conquests?" I asked.

He looked up and winked. "Perv. No, bro, I'm lining up a blowjob. There's gotta be a horny daddy staying in this hotel."

I blushed. "You serious?"

"Sure, I'm serious," he said, now not taking his eyes off the app as he scrolled through. "Jesus you can be such a fucking prude."

I lay back, feeling insulted but mostly angry that he was right. I'd set up a Grindr profile and used it some but then swore it off over the last year. "Well, you're not bringing him back here," I said.

JC now looked up. "Like I said. Cranky bitch." There was teasing sure, but I think I'd actually pissed off my buddy. I almost apologized but I was stubborn.

Anyway, he was now getting off the bed and putting his shoes back on.

"Already?" I asked with astonishment. JC hadn't been on that app much longer than five minutes.

He laughed. "What can I say, bro?" He smiled. "Daddy wants this..." he used his hand to gesture to his tall muscular body. "I'm in Nashville, I'm gonna have a little fucking fun." He had his phone and key card and seemed good to go. "You should too, Peters. For real."

I didn't say anything but I gave a look that was my attempt at an "I'll think about it."

And like that, I watched my best friend leave our room.

***

The lamplight was still on when I woke up. I'd conked out in my drunkenness. I was massively hungover but I always wake up pretty quickly. Light was coming in and the clock said a little after 8.

Carducci's bed was still made and still empty. The fucker.

I got up and pissed and popped a couple of aspirin, hoping they'd help. My head pounded. And we still had another night of this fucking bachelor party weekend. I wondered if these dudes would want to come to mine when the time came. Hell, I wondered if I'd have one.

I brushed my teeth to get the stale beer taste out of my mouth. My hair was mussed up and I did my best to comb it down.

Fifteen minutes later, after a trip to the lobby to get some coffee, I was feeling more alive. Hungover still, but better. I didn't feel like eating anything, but the aspirin was helping.

I picked up my phone. I'd uninstalled Grindr but it was easy enough to re-install it. It took me a second to remember my login, but I used one of my common passwords. One of these days, I'd need to choose something more secure for my shit.

There were some hot guys in Nashville, but I'd gotten spoiled by the city I lived in now. There was a certain type I was seeing here - either bigger, beefier guys, or else younger thinner twinks. My type was always in between that. I wanted more Dierks Bentley and was seeing a lot more Garth Brooks types, even among the 20-somethings.

I'd been replaying my conversation with JC in my head. He could bust my balls, and maybe in a way I didn't like. But I told myself, I'd give this a try. I changed my profile language to make it less picky and judgmental and adjusted my looking-for age range.

It was early and I didn't see any hits in this hotel, but there was a good looking older guy in the hotel on the next block. Kind of average looking, balding hair, 49yo, but his pics showed off a very fit body, lightly hairy, probably trimmed. Looking for now. If I had to make it with an older dude, this was probably as good a match as any. I'd focus on his body if need be.

"Hey," I typed in a chat. "You're up early."

"Hi man." Then. "This is early?"

"In Nashville it is," I replied back.

"True, ha."

I was never great with the quick hookup thing, but one thing I'd mastered was the art of messaging. Some guys were too direct, not flirty enough, but some guys were too passive and conversational. My style didn't work with everyone, but it was working now, I knew.

"What brings you here?" I asked.

"Business. I thought I'd tack on an extra day for fun. And you?"

"Bachelor party."

"Of course, ha." Then, he added. "You're quite the hunk."

"Thanks man," I typed. "You're hot, too." I wasn't sure how much I thought that. It's not that he wasn't hot, because he was in a way. But in my fucked up way, I knew he wasn't Brendan Peters-worthy hot. Not in my league. But I tried to embrace the Carducci way. "You say you bottom, right?" His profile had read vers-bottom.

"Yep. You wanting to fuck?"

After my conversation with JC, I'd initially been thinking of a blowjob. Baby steps. Something to take the edge off. But now I realized it had been WAY too long since I'd fucked a guy. "God yeah. You able to host?"

"If you can give me fifteen minutes."

I pawed my crotch now. I was getting boned good. "Make it twenty?" I wanted to shower up.

"Sounds good, man."

***

The profile had sold the guy short. He didn't look hotter than his pictures but as he ushered me in, he had a deep sexy voice. Almost gravely, with a New York accent. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I could see how dense his muscle was on a frame that was about 6 inches shorter than mine.

"Looks like I hit the jackpot, huh?" he smiled. Then as his eyes swept up to my face, he added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna gush. You know you're smoking hot."

OK, maybe JC was right, I could get used to the ego pump. With a grin I stepped up to the guy and wrapped my arms around his naked torso, drawing him in.

"I wasn't sure..." he started to say in his deep voice befor I cut him off with a kiss.

He was a good kisser. This was a hookup, just a hookup, and our making out wasn't romantic, but I really enjoyed this part of sex, and this man knew how to respond to my groove. His hands felt up my chest as he did his best to match my tongue work.

Maybe it had been so long since I'd had sex, but the feel of his bare skin and hard back muscle under my fingers had me rock hard. This guy wasn't my type, but he was masculine and real and he wanted me. I pulled off his towel and broke the kiss so I could reach down and paw at his thick ass. It wasn't a young bubble ass, it wasn't Kevin Murphy's kicker's ass, but this man went to the gym regularly and had for years.

"Yess.." he hissed.

I kneaded his ass for a minute longer then stepped back, in full ready to fuck mode. As I reached down and started undoing my shorts and kicking off my shoes, my trick looked at me with horny anticipation, his daddy dick hard and leaking, a solid six-incher that stood out from his trimmed but hairy crotch.

"I guess we didn't talk about specifics," he said, stepping back to the bed. "You a missionary or doggy position kind of guy?"

God, this was 180 degrees from my normal Grindr experience. I always met freaks who'd get real porny and weird, or I met guys who were bossy about their needs. This man had a fun laid-back vibe, even as we were getting to brass tacks.

Usually my answer would be missionary. "Doggy," I leered, letting my thick long cock fall out as I pushed my underwear down.

"Fuck," the daddy hissed. "You didn't exaggerate the measurements. Take it a little easy at first, then I'm good to go." I watched as he got onto the bed, on all fours. It was clearly the body of a man in his late 40s, but I was going to enjoy it all the same.

I got up on after him, letting the mattress sink with my weight. I'd hit almost 240 in college ball, and while I'd leaned down a little since then, I still was 230 pounds of tall muscle.

I remember one time I'd started eating out some model looking guy I'd hooked up with and he about freaked out, telling me he wasn't into getting rim. But as I kissed along this man's lightly furred ass cheeks, one side then the other, he spread his legs in an unmistakeable green light. I dove in and licked.

Fuck, this daddy loved it. I thought about what JC said. Masculine dudes with that drunk sorority chick worthy wild streak. He was some regular guy on business, and he was enjoying me eating him out and munching wildly at his clean pucker.

"Holy fuck, dude!" he growled, the deep voice making his words seem more sexual. "Eat my fucking hole."

I did. I wasn't even expecting an extended rim session for this. I almost thought it would be a pump and go, but I now rode the experience, gripping his cheeks, pulling them apart and tongue fucking this man who indeed was old enough to be my father.

I could have kept at it, too, but I needed to fuck. I leaned up, wiped off the spit from my chin and reached down to wet my cock.

"There's lube and condoms," he said, nodding to the night stand. "I'm on PREP so do what you want, man." Again, that deep voice had my balls twitching.

I slathered on some lube and lined up my bare prick. Daddy was gonna get raw dogged. I gave a two-mississippi pause then pushed to enter him.

There was some snugness at the ring but otherwise no real resistance. I popped in, making the man grunt a little, but he braced his upper body, took a deep breath, then nodded. I pushed my way all the way in, deep into his hot tightness. I forgot how amazing a good fuck felt. Bottoming out, I gripped his waist and began a slow pump.

"Jesus, you're a big boy," he grunted, excitement in his voice.

"6-four," I teased, now fucking him with firmer strokes.

"I meant your cock," the daddy said.

"I know," I hissed. "You're taking that big dick."

"Christ, man," he replied. "Fuck me! Fuck me big guy!"

I did. Getting more and more into it. I was enjoying this position of holding his waist and using that leverage to pull his leaner muscular build onto my hard pistoning cock as much as I was pushing into him. But as I got more excited and more into the mounting pleasure, I felt a need for something more animalistic. Leaning forward, I covered his back with my muscular chest and torso and just started hammering him with hard short strokes.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," he hissed. Loving it, but feeling the challenge of taking me that way, given my strength.

It wouldn't take long though. I now supported my weight with one arm while the other one wrapped around him, pulling his hard body next to mine for maximum contact and steady penetration.

He too was braced on one hand now while the jerked off to my inward strokes.

He came a second before me, but it was a photo finish. I let out a deep heavy growl and enjoyed the most amazing orgasm I'd had in a LONG time.

He finally withdrew his hand and let my weight push him down into a flat lying position.

"Am I too heavy?" I asked as I kissed his neck softly. I didn't want to pull out just yet, the aftershocks felt pretty amazing.

"I'm good," came that deep voice. "I like it, actually."

I kissed him more, along his neck. It's a weird thing of mine. Some guys lose interest after getting their nut, but I get in a real romantic headspace after cumming. It's freaked some men out.

Daddy picked up on it. "I thought you'd be a fuck and go kind of guy," he said with a soft laugh.

"Sorry," I said, pushing myself up off him some.

"Don't apologize, it's nice."

I ran my hand along the man's arm. Strong, not as big as mine, but there's something about an older man that meant more seasoned muscle. "I know this is just a hookup," I said. "I just like talking with a guy I have sex with. I'm weird, I guess."

He got quiet, but his reply felt calm and measured. "We can grab brunch if you like. I can learn more about the guy who just gave me the fuck of my life."

"Yeah," I said.

Now as we uncoupled and rinsed off in the bathroom before getting dressed again, I was having second doubts, and maybe I was leading him on too much. I absolutely didn't want anything serious with this guy. After today, I'd probably half forget him. This was just my hormones talking.

He seemed to read me. "You OK, man?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He gave me an empathetic look. "Don't worry, I know I'm just a piece of tail to you. But I'm starving... why don't we get a bite and then you can get back to your bachelor party duties?"

I smiled. "Sounds good," I said. I stepped up and kissed him, softly. Wrapping my arms around his waist and enjoying the height difference.

"My name's Curt," he said.

"Brendan," I said.

#drakestories

[cottonlemonade]

How You Met

word count: 832 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kenma x chubby!Reader feat. Kuroo (as The Wingman™ doing the most)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

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“You need to get out more. Don’t you ever miss the sun and …”, Kuroo looked around his friend’s gaming room, noting empty take-out containers and energy drinks and balled up socks, “fresh air?”

“No.“, Kenma simply said as he rifled through the games on his computer, trying to decide which one he would stream tonight.

“Come on, let‘s go out. Not for a drink or anything, just for a walk.“

Kenma knew he wouldn‘t be able to hold out long against Kuroo‘s incessant pleas that were bound to follow and so he gave a demonstrative sigh and got up, ignoring the other‘s wide grin.

“Now isn‘t this nice?“, Kuroo took a deep breath of the crisp evening air.

Kenma just looked at his phone and tapped on a nearby checkpoint collecting his rewards.

“It‘s raining.“

“Hardly, drizzling at best. Do you wanna check out that new restaurant that just opened up?“

“No, let‘s go back home. We can order food.“

“We‘ve barely been out five minutes.“

That was already 5 times longer than Kenma preferred in a week.

“Look, the app says there is an event in the park over there. Why don‘t we check it out?“

Lured with the promise of a good game, Kenma shuffled after Kuroo, not hiding a groan of contempt that made Kuroo laugh, “Just like the good old days!“

According to the app the upcoming battle would take place at a fountain in the middle of the small aforementioned park. Only a few other people were already waiting there, periodically checking their phones for the event timer.

Kenma looked around, already thinking about what food he craved once he was back in his warm and cozy house.

There were two young school boys who, in Kuroo‘s opinion, should have gone to bed long ago, another man a little older than him - and you. You stood under a cream coloured umbrella, concentrating on your phone like the others. A fluffy white dog sat at your feet, leaning close to stay dry.

You looked really cute, stunningly cute actually, as far as he could tell in the dim light of the street lanterns, subdued by the misty air. The washed out video game shirt was tied to a knot at your hips, hugging your curvy shape. You reminded him of the big bunny plushie he had gotten a few years ago as part of a game promotion.

The event finally began. He tried to keep his focus on the game but snuck curious looks every now and then across the fountain. Did you live around here, too? How had he never seen you bef- oh, right.

After a few short minutes it was already over and everyone went their separate ways.

“So, what do you wanna have for dinner? Kenma? Hello? Hm?“

Kuroo‘s eyes followed the gaze of his friend and grinned when he spotted you, digging around in your bag.

“Kenma-kun?“, he said teasingly, leaning closer to his friend‘s ear, “You still with us?“

“Huh?“

The younger one snapped out of his daze.

“Why don‘t you go talk to her?“

“Talk to who?“

“Her.“, Kuroo nodded in your direction.

“Why would I?“

“Oh geez, I dunno. Because you‘re staring and for you that is basically equivalent to Tora salivating.“

“Am not.“, Kenma muttered defensively and hated that his ears turned hot.

“Uh huh. Hey, excuse me!”, Kuroo ignored the panicked tug on his jacket when he called out to you.

You looked up, then at them, looked around in confusion, then pointed at yourself.

“Yes.”, Kuroo called with a bright confident smile and walked over to you, Kenma who was still holding onto his jacket followed, but quickly let go before you noticed.

You seemed a bit worried at the tall figure calling out to you randomly in a park but calmed when he asked, “Did you score anything good?” He pointed to your phone.

“Oh. Yes, yes I did.” You turned your phone to show off the rewards.

“Nice. Didn’t you say you got something good, Kenma?”

The younger one nodded and turned his screen for you to see.

“Wow, lucky!”

“I’m Kuroo. This is Kenma.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m (y/n).”

Silence followed.

“And who is this?”

Kuroo pointed at the dog to your feet that sniffed his foot quizzically.

“That’s Plume. I named her after -“

“The berserker in Cloak and Dagger II.“, Kenma finished.

His ears turned hot again when your face lit up.

“Yes! Oh my god, I never met anyone offline who knows the game!“

Silence fell again, Kuroo tapped his foot impatiently.

“Hey, Kenma, isn‘t Cloak and Dagger a multiplayer game?“

“Yeah.“, Kenma replied, weirdly annoyed that his friend would ask such a dumb obvious question in front of you.

Another short stretch of silence.

Kuroo sighed. “Why don‘t you two exchange tags then? You could play together.“

“Oh! That would be great, but I mean, of course you don‘t have to.“, you said quickly.

“Oh no, he wants to.“

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a/n: let‘s just pretend the picture is post-time skip - also this game is entirely made up and it took me way too long to think of a name

#kenma x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma fluff #hq kenma #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #kuroo deserves an award #chubby reader

[gayerthangayer]

Taking a Few for the Team

I've always had a fantasy about a sports team breeding one of the players, transferring all their fat to the one player. It's a work in progress, but here's the first part! Contains male weight gain & sex, and some bloating/gas.

Part two is here.

Exhausted, Aaron made his way out of his last class of the semester. Walking outside onto the cold winter afternoon, he admired how nice the snow looked across his college campus. Unfortunately, there was no snow on the indoor soccer field. His coach had insisted that the team practice tonight one last time before winter break.

Even though he only considered himself to be an average player on his team, Aaron enjoyed soccer. It was nice to have something going on other than his classes, and Aaron got along well with his teammates. His best friend Jess would always poke fun at him asking when he was going to hook up with the other players since they always acted so gay around each other. He didn’t mind though, since they were all cool with him being out as gay. His teammates would joke about it sometimes but only ever in jest.

He made his way back to his apartment he shared with Jess to grab his soccer bag, then he was off to practice. It went like any other, but near the end his coach made a point to tell all the boys they had better make sure and watch what they ate over the holiday break. “I don’t need you all to have to go harder at practice than you already will when you get back.” He figured he was being self-conscious, but Aaron felt like that statement had been directed at him. He was sure the coach made the most eye contact with him when he said that to everyone.

At 5’11 and fairly muscular, he was still definitely athletic. But with exams and everything going on, Aaron found himself stress eating more than usual. He had gained about 10 pounds since the start of the semester. It didn’t bother him, if anything it was just a good bulk that he could cut and gain some muscle mass if he hit the gym hard enough over the break. But his already small uniform shorts were definitely struggling with his slightly larger butt. His tops were definitely tighter too, but if he sucked in his belly it wasn’t too noticeable.

“Shit, I was really looking forward to eating good the next couple of weeks,” said Jared in the locker room after practice. “But you guys heard him, if I can’t then you can’t either.”

Jared is the team captain, who Aaron had a crush on. He was tall and muscular, and somehow ever so slightly tan even in the winter. He was assertive but also kind and understanding. It’s no wonder the team looked up to him.

“My girlfriend’s mom makes the best desserts! What coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him” complained Trevor. With a great sense of humor, he and Aaron were pretty good friends. Aaron was also a pretty good wingman for Trevor, which he appreciated. 

“Yeah it’ll be hard. I’m not sure what I’ll do when my mom makes her famous pork roast. But think of how much better shape we’ll be in compared to the other teams once spring season starts” said Jared.

“Shit, you two are making me hungry” said Aaron as he took off his top.

“Look, just don’t overdo it, man” said Jared. Aaron could have sworn that Jared shot a quick glance at Aaron’s belly, but just like before he tried to write it off as being self-conscious.

He finished changing and headed back out into the cold night. On his drive home, he thought about his workout plans for the break. Like most of the other guys, he and his family both lived nearby to the school, so it’s not like he would have to give up the gym for a month. But also in the back of his mind, he knew that it wouldn’t matter, he probably wouldn’t go anyway.

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The last couple days of break came faster than he expected. Aaron was seriously not ready for classes and soccer practice to start back up again. In between hanging out with Jess and also his family, Aaron had spent a few nights drinking beers and playing video games with Trevor. It was nice to become closer as friends. But also, to hang out without feeling pressure from the team about somehow gaining more weight. He knew Trevor didn’t care, but Aaron was terrified about how he was going to explain to the coach why he could barely squeeze into his shorts and jersey.

Trying it on before their practice that night, Aaron could see in his mirror that there was now no hiding the fact that he did not spend a minute in the gym all month. Or that he had completely ignored his coach’s advice not to overindulge in his mom’s delicious cooking. His shorts were straining to cover his now very round ass, and his jersey was completely showing off his new belly and love handles. His pecs were now larger looking as well. “Dammit!” he muttered to himself. He was definitely a little chubby now. But even though he was nervous about his team’s judgment, somehow he felt a bit sexier? He’d always liked men with some meat on their bones, but had never really considered that look for himself. But damn, something about how he was filling out his uniform made his shorts even tighter…

But without much time to think about it, he rushed out the door to get to practice. Somehow he was already running late.

After getting to practice, Aaron was relieved. It looked like all the other guys had spent the holiday more or less exactly like he did. Especially Jared, who now had a bit of a pudgy belly along with slightly pronounced love handles under his jersey. He liked to wear a smaller size to show off his muscles Aaron suspected, but now it was just showing off his mom’s many desserts he had eaten.

Coach definitely noticed the guys’ different physiques as well, and seemed irritated that the team was doing their exercises slower than usual. At the end of practice, after a short conversation with Jared, the coach pulled all the guys into a quick meeting.

“Look, I know I told you boys not to overdo it with eating over the break…” said the coach, with an exasperated tone in his voice “but this is ridiculous. We are going to have to do something about it.”

“Yes coach…” the team said meekly, knowing full well what they had done.

“So here is the deal. Jared and I have come up with a plan to get you boys back in shape in time for spring season. Be ready to do whatever it takes! That’s it for today’s practice, but it won’t be as easy next time!”

While changing in the locker room, Aaron reflected on what coach had told them. ‘Do whatever it takes?’ Aaron was already dreading the next practice and he hadn’t even left this one. Being the chubbiest one on the team, he knew whatever coach had in store was not going to be easy.

“Way to go, fatass” Trent said angrily, poking Aaron in his soft belly. “Now we are going to have to work out twice as hard because of you.” Trent was a player that could get pretty heated in the game, but Aaron had never had Trent get confrontational with him off the field. So this was definitely a first that Aaron didn’t know how to handle. 

“I… I don’t…” stammered Aaron, blushing a little in embarrassment. He didn’t know what to do.

“Whoa calm down man” Trevor came and stood between the two. “Look, we’ve all put on a few over the holiday. I know I at least have a little beer belly now.” Trevor said, making a point to grab the little bit of belly fat he had gained and laughed. “It’s all good. We’ll get back in shape in no time.”

“He’s right, it’s not the end of the world” chimed in Jared. “Coach and I put a plan together, and it’ll definitely be faster than a normal training regimen. We should do great this season.”

“And how the hell are we going to pull that off?” demanded Trent “Other than working out twice as hard, what are we supposed to do?”

“We haven't worked out the formula just yet, but I’m sure we can do it. Just listen to me and coach. We have a plan.” said Jared, with more of his assertive-team-captain tone than before. He was still positive as usual, but Trent could tell this conversation was over.

Formula? That was an odd choice of words, thought Aaron later that night. What did he mean?

All Aaron knew was Trent poking his belly and calling him a fatass earlier was somehow… insanely hot. Fuck, why was it so hot!? If Trevor hadn’t stood in front of him, his boner in his boxer briefs would have been on full display for the whole team to see. Thankfully his normally eight incher was now slightly smaller from his new encroaching fat pad.

That night, he beat himself off grabbing his belly and playing that scene over and over in his head…

The next day, Aaron got a group text from Jared.

'Hey everyone, team meeting tonight at my place. Be there at 7.'

'Damn' Aaron thought to himself. 'What is so important we couldn't have gone over it yesterday?!' 

Regardless, team meetings at Jared's house usually ended up being more of a kickback than a meeting. The guys all usually brought a few beers, snacks, and some video games to enjoy after whatever team business was discussed. Jared's family had moved away but kept the house so he could live in it while he finished college. This made it the perfect place for them to all hang.

After pulling up to Jared's quiet suburban home, he headed down to the large basement living room, where the team usually hung out. It had multiple sofas and plenty of space for the whole team.

He was surprised to find that he was the last one on the team to arrive.

"Hey man! Didn't know you had it in you to be on time to anything" Aaron said jokingly to Trevor as he sat on the couch next to him.

"Dude what are you talking about? Jared said to be here at six th-"

Trevor was immediately cut off by Jared who jumped up and started the meeting.

"Glad to see you all could make it." Jared said, standing and facing everyone. "I wanted to go over the plan coach and I made to get us all in shape. We are very excited but it's going to take every guy on this team doing his part."

Jared held up a protein shaker bottle filled with an ivory liquid. It just looked like any other protein shake. "Coach and I consulted with some people in the chemistry department and formulated a unique protein shake mixture for each of you. It's highly concentrated and is specially formulated to last longer than a normal shake. Because of this, we probably only have to drink it once a week. So every week starting today, we will all drink it together, that way I know nobody is slacking."

"Seriously?!" Chimed Trent "you have to babysit us about it?"

"No you don't understand. It's just way easier this way." Said Jared. He seemed annoyed that Trent would say something like that, as if he should have known better.

"Anyway, we are still working on the flavors. So let me know what you guys think!" Jared handed everyone a bottle with their name on it.

Aaron gave it a couple shakes then put the bottle up to his mouth and took a big sip. The shake was… delicious. It was so sweet and rich and nothing at all like those nasty protein shakes he was used to.

"Fuck that's good." "Hey man, what's in this?" "Damn it's just like ice cream…" the other guys clearly enjoyed theirs too.

"Glad y'all like it. Anyway, that's the meeting. Once you finish your shakes, I've got plenty of beers in the fridge." Said Jared with a grin on his face. "One more thing. We noticed when we were testing it, sometimes the shakes can make you a little… bloated."

As if on cue, Trevor let out a long *buuUuuUURRP* followed by some hearty laughter from the rest of the guys.

"Look if this gets us in shape like you say it will, a couple burps won't kill me" joked Trevor.

"Oh don't worry, it'll work just fine." Said Jared.

The team came prepared with the usual snacks, beer and video games. They were broing out just like any other team meeting before long.

20 minutes later…

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The guys started getting really gassy. Being a soccer team that spent tons of time together, an occasional fart or burp was not new for the boys. It was always followed by laughter at the expense of the perpetrator, but this was different. The teammates were all feeling way more bloated than they had ever been. ‘Hopefully these shakes are worth it…’ their faces seemed to say.

At first they seemed to be a little embarrassed about it, but after a few minutes of laughing at each other they were letting it all out. All the boys at this point were occasionally farting and burping. Aaron noticed that the boys’ cheeks were becoming a little flush as well. They were also starting to get hard. Rock hard. Aaron noticed that everyone on the team had a boner visible through their shorts by now. Even himself.

All the guys were blushing as they started noticing the strange effects of this protein shake they had been given.

"Yeah sorry guys, it has some odd side effects" said Jared.

Aaron felt super flustered. The guys knew he was gay, but staring at all their protruding manhoods felt like a step too far. He got up to go to the bathroom, but as he did…

"Hey... Has anyone else noticed how fat Aaron's ass is?" Said Trent

"You're joking right?" Aaron said in disbelief.

"Like, seriously huge..." said Trent, as he stroked his cock through his shorts.

"...hey!" Aaron was completely shocked. This… didn’t feel like their normal banter.

"I'm serious!" Said Trent. "Has it always jiggled this much??" He got up and gave Aaron’s ass a huge smack. Even through his shorts, you could see it shake in recoil.

Come to think of it, Aaron thought, was it usually that jiggly? Was this another bizarre effect of these shakes?

The next thing he knew, Trent grabbed Aarons shorts and pulled them to the ground.

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Trent "That ass is fucking insane!"

"What the fuck is going on here!?" yelled Jared "Get your *buuuURP* hands off my teammate!"

Trent grabbed Aaron's cheeks and squeezed. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, which he loved. He pushed Aaron firmly between the shoulder blades, the boy bracing himself on the couch. Trent mimed fucking Aarons ass in front of the team, causing an uproar of laughter.

“Hey man, chill out!” Exclaimed Jared. “I told you how this was going to work.”

Jared grabbed Trent by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away. But then quickly dropped his own shorts and stood behind Aaron.

It all happened so fast Aaron didn’t have a chance to move. From being shocked about what Trent had done to him, to being frozen by seeing Jared act so dominant. Aaron just watched in shock as he was still bent over the couch. But he didn’t really want to move, either. He was starting to feel unusually calm.

The next thing he knew, Jared reached for some lube that was on the side table, and rubbed it on his huge rock hard cock. Wait… Aaron thought to himself, was that lube always there? Why would Jared leave it out like that?

Aaron also noticed that Jared’s balls were looking massive, as if they were a pair of oranges. 

“Get ready, fatass” moaned Jared. He gave Aaron’s jiggly ass a good slap and then grabbed him by his love handles.

Aaron felt a tingle through his body. He had never had a dick in his ass before. But he had always fantasized about it. This was a very weird night so far, but he’d be lying if he said he had never fantasized about having handsome, tall, fit, dominant but gentle Jared pound his tight (and now fat) ass.

His ass relaxed as if on queue, and Jared easily slipped in. Aaron moaned quietly at the sensation of having his first dick inside him.

He could hear Jared burping as he slid back and forth. The guys were definitely getting gassy because of their shakes.

Aaron groaned as Jared began to go deeper and harder. He was so turned on by this. He didn’t care that his whole team was there. He didn't mind the gas or the loud farts that Jared was letting out. In fact, he liked it. There was something about being taken by his team captain, called names and fucked in the ass that made him feel so incredibly horny.

Jared was thrusting really hard now and Aaron could feel Jared’s huge balls colliding with his own. It was so hot feeling Jared’s fat cock sliding in and out of his ass.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck me, I love it!" whined Aaron, leaning forward on the couch.

Jared continued to pound away, slamming Aaron's asshole relentlessly. He was so focused on Jared that he forgot the rest of the team was in the room, watching and stroking their cocks to Aaron and Jared.

"Come on, you fat bitch, take my dick! *BUuuuuUP* You're gonna be our team slut now!" yelled Jared.

Aaron nodded his head in agreement as Jared pounded away.

“Fuuuck…” was all Aaron could let out between his moans. He had never been so aroused. All he wanted at this point was to feel Jared release his huge load inside him.

"Take it, take it all… Take my load!" cried Jared, as he came inside Aaron's soft stomach. Aaron felt him gushing inside him. It felt like he was cumming forever, to the point where Aaron began to feel a slight pressure inside him from all the sloshing cum.

When Jared was done, he slowly pulled out of Aaron's ass. “Don’t let that go to waste, fatboy”  he said as he slapped Aarons’ dribbling ass. He started laughing as he looked at Aaron's now rounder and softer belly. Aaron looked as if he had instantly put on 10 pounds. "Damn, did I do that? You look even fatter now"

"It feels... tight" said Aaron, out of breath. "But it's amazing." He put a hand on his belly and felt not only Jared's cum sloshing around but also a softer layer of fat beneath his sweaty skin.

"I definitely feel less bloated now," said Jared with a grin, "you guys should try it" he said to the rest of the guys.

Aaron looked up and noticed Jared’s balls were normal sized now. Jared also looked like he… had lost weight? How was that possible? He looked like he was back to his toned, muscular body that he had before break. But Aaron was still in too much of a daze to think much more about it. He wanted to cum himself but his belly was too tight to focus.

The other boys all looked hesitant but something told Aaron that they all wanted to fuck him and unload their cum in him just like their team captain did.

Part two

#male wg #gay gainer #exjock #wg story #weight gain fiction #wg fiction #bloating #burp #burp kink #bloat kink #gainer fiction #gainer stories #gay wg fiction #gay gainer stories #gaining weight on purpose #chubby #gaining kink #wg kink #bhm wg

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt5 to the Wingman Wayne AU!! | AO3 link

It doesn't take long before hanging out with Steve another time turns into hanging out multiple times a week. Being friends with him turns out to be something surprisingly easy. The many differences between them don't make it awkward or difficult to bond – on the contrary, they make for endless conversations and a never-ending stream of fun new discoveries, because it soon becomes clear that Eddie is just as fascinating to Steve as Steve is to Eddie. It soon feels like they've already known each other for years, time flies whenever they are together, and Eddie feels like Steve is the first person – except for Wayne, of course – with whom he can be completely himself. There's an easy companionship between the two of them, and it doesn't take long before Eddie has to admit to himself that he gravely misjudged the guy, prejudiced as he was by his preppy appearance and his love for sports. Steve is nothing like the closeted Chads Eddie has crossed paths with over the last few years: he's comfortable with his sexuality, comfortable in his body, comfortable walking around town in the company of Eddie “the freak” Munson... He's actually an amazing friend in every sense of the word.

Which is why it is a problem that one night, Eddie fails to fall asleep because his mind keeps wandering to Steve's brown eyes, the chest hair peeking out of his stupid polo shirt, the shape of his fingers... And his first thought when he wakes up in the morning is about the moles on Steve's cheek, and – worst of all – those goddamn pink lips.

'What the fuck?' he mumbles to himself as he gets out of bed. He hasn't had his coffee yet, his stupid brain should know that it's forbidden to have any confusing thoughts this early in the morning.

As if all of that isn't concerning enough yet, Wayne is sitting at the table and gives him some creepy all-knowing grin when Eddie walks into the kitchen, like the fucking psychic he is when it comes to his nephew.

'What?' Eddie growls at him.

'Nothin',' says Wayne, slightly too innocent. 'Made you coffee.'

'Shouldn't you be asleep?' Eddie asks as he flops down into the creaky old chair opposite of Wayne.

'Swapped shifts with Jimmy for the week,' Wayne tells him. He rolls his eyes as he adds, 'Had a big fight with his wife again.'

Eddie knows much more than he wants to about Wayne's colleague from the dayshift: every once in a while, Jimmy will ask Wayne to swap their schedules as a tactic to avoid his wife. In spite of the sad implications that gives about the man's marriage, Eddie selfishly hopes Jimmy will keep having many more fights with his wife, because that means he gets to see more of his uncle.

'Stupid straight people,' Eddie comments under his breath as he takes a sip of his coffee; it tastes perfect, the way only Wayne can make it. 'Does that mean you'll be making me coffee for the whole week?' He stretches out his arm while balancing on the two rear legs of his chair to reach for the box of Honeycombs on the kitchen counter behind him.

Wayne snickers. 'Wouldn't get used to it, boy,' he says.

Eddie stuffs a fistful of dry Honeycombs into his mouth. 'Maybe you could blackmail Jimmy into swapping shifts forever,' he says, his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

Wayne cocks an eyebrow at him. 'Maybe I should. I'd finally get to teach you some proper breakfast manners like you aren't a grown-ass man.' He lights up a cigarette and Eddie motions for him to give him the pack, so he can follow his example.

'So...' says Wayne, blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. 'You gonna tell me who it is?'

'Who what is?' Eddie asks, blankly.

Wayne only shrugs.

'How do you even know?!'

'It's written all over your face, boy.'

'It doesn't matter because it's stupid anyway.'

'Is it Steve?'

Eddie shoots him a deadly glare. 'Jesus, this is getting unfair!' he exclaims. 'Can't a guy just have his secrets in peace in this house?!'

But Wayne only snickers at his little outburst.

'Steve's a good guy, Ed,' he says. 'I know you're probably not exactly waitin' for your old uncle's approval, but if you ask me, he's much better than any of those guys you used to mess around with. Those um... Chads.'

Eddie had always respected the wishes of the guys he was seeing, tried to be patient, tried to be understanding of their processes... So he'd always call them Chad when he talked about them with Wayne. Wayne would always get those worried looks on his face whenever Eddie was talking about one of the Chads, so after Chad the Fourth, Eddie had decided to stop dating once and for all. That hadn't made Wayne's worried looks disappear, though – it had made him come home with that stupid piece of paper with Steve's number on it. The stupid piece of paper that is now taped to the wall next to the phone, gross as it is, because that's how often Eddie has been using it these days.

'I know he's better than the Chads,' he finally admits with a sigh. 'But I totally friendzoned him right from the start, man. Maybe he was actually interested, but I kept turning him down in the  bluntest possible ways, so now he certainly doesn't see me that way anymore – I made absolutely sure of that all by myself!'

Wayne lets out an understanding hum, then takes the last drag of his cigarette before carefully pressing it out in the ashtray.

'Can't you just... talk to him?'

Eddie groans in frustration. Why does Wayne always have to make everything sound way too simple?

Pt6

I’m kinda starting to feel like a broken record here but thanks everyone for all your heartwarming comments and tags, I can’t even explain how happy all those responses are making me <3

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[tastefulstars]

He's With The Band

You intimidate Steve a little but that doesn't stop him from wanting you.

steve harrington x f!reader (best friend!eddie x reader)

warnings: 18+ only mdni. eddie tries to be a good wingman but doesn't really manage it. r thinks she's too out there for steve and steve thinks r and eddie are together. unprotected sex. car sex. dirty talk. oral (f receiving). floor sex. switch steve i guess (more sub steve than anything). not proof read.

w/c: 4.4k

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You were excited, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Anxiety always ate at you before a show, no matter how much you enjoyed yourself. Putting the finishing touches on your makeup, you give yourself a once over in the mirror and grin. Your tartan print pants fit your legs and ass beautifully, chains hanging and tinkling as you walk, and your shirt was ripped and faded and you knew that everyone would probably get a glimpse of your cleavage at some point.

You look good.

Your friends and band-mates, Alex, Sean and Tony, call out for you and you rush over to them. You wrap your arms around them, creating a little huddle and you bounce on your toes.

“I’m so ready!” You cheer, “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Let’s fuckin’ go, baby!”

"I was born ready" Sean laughs, accented voice filling the space.

You laugh and as you all hype each other up, giving each other a gentle squeeze before breaking away. You grab your guitar and walk onstage.

You step up to the microphone, take a deep breath and pluck the opening notes to your first song of the night.

You belt out songs, loosing yourself in the moment and by the end of your set, you're covered in sweat and breathing hard. You always loved the thrill of it, riding the high long after you'd left the stage.

All you wanted to do was have a couple drinks and relax but you also didn't want to leave the boys to have to pack up your equipment. Your arms ached as you lugged the guitar cases to the van, you groan as you place them inside.

You hear loud laughter and you grin.

"Hey, I'll be back in a tick" You tell Alex and he waves you away dismissively, rolling his eyes.

You almost run towards the laugh, beaming.

"Hugs incoming!" You laugh and launch yourself at Eddie.

He opens his arms and catches you, spinning you around squeezing you tight. You hold onto his shoulders as he places you back onto your feet.

"I didn't think you were coming tonight"

"Don't be silly" He laughs, "I'll always come to your shows. I even managed to drag my friends along"

He gestures to the people lingering around him, watching you both curiously. You turn slightly, wrapping your arm around Eddie's waist as you beam at them and wave.

"Ah, thanks for coming"

"Not gonna lie, half of them only came because I told them that there was a girl fronting a rock band" Eddie teases and you roll your eyes.

"This is Robin, Nancy, Steve" Eddie gestures to each of them as he introduces them, "Erica, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, El and Mike"

"You guys were awesome" Dustin says.

"You, um, really put on a show" Nancy says, and you laugh.

"Ahh, I know our music isn't for everyone. Did you have a good time, though?"

"Oh absolutely" She says, nodding her head.

"I didn't think that I would enjoy it, to be honest" Robin starts, "But it's kind of refreshing to see a woman fronting the kind of music Eddie listens to"

Eddie snorts at her comment and rolls his eyes, leaning down he loudly whispers to you.

"Robin thinks it's just noise, not real music like Cyndi Lauper"

You laugh loudly at the disgust in his voice and you see her flush with embarrassment, you shoot her a soft smile to let her know you don't mean any harm.

You laugh as they chat, cuddling into Eddie and enjoying his and his friend's company. You glance over at Steve a few times and see him quickly look away each time you catch his eye. You can't help yourself, dragging your gaze over him, enjoying his soft eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Egg!" You hear Tony shout from the van, "Quit slackin' off and come help us!"

You groan and hug Eddie harder, burying your face into his chest and he laughs as you cling to him.

"No!" You shout back, your voice muffled by Eddie's shirt. You feel his chest shake with laughter.

"Go on" He says, "I'll hang out for a bit and we can catch up after"

You pull away, pointing at him sternly.

"Don't go anywhere"

You say as you start to walk backwards before you turn around and head back to the van, continuing to help load the equipment into the van. You glance over every few minutes to check Eddie and his group were still there.

Once you slide the van shut, you immediately start walking back to Eddie. Alex, Tony and Sean following behind you. Eddie smiles at you and you slot yourself back into his side, his arm resting around your shoulders.

"Hey man" He greets your band-mates, "Good show tonight"

"Thanks Eddie" Sean says.

You tune out a lot of the conversation, eyes drifting back to Steve every few moments. You turn slightly, squeezing Eddie and peering up at him as he looks over to you.

"Yes?" He raises his eyebrow and you purse your lips.

"Is, um" You lean in closer and whisper, face flushing, "Is Steve like, seeing anyone?"

A big smile slowly spreads over Eddie's face and he wiggles his eyebrows, making you groan and scrunch your face up.

"Forget it" You pout and he shakes his head, stepping away from the group and pulling you along with him.

"We'll be back in a second" He throws over his shoulder.

Eddie leads you to his van, offering you a smoke. You lean against the side of the van as you light it, side flush with his.

"From what I know, Steve's not dating and not wanting to get involved with anyone" He tells you as you inhale the cigarette, you pass it to him.

"Why do you wanna know?" He asks and your stomach flips.

"Um. I, I dunno- guess I wanted to know if I had a shot"

"Hmm. Look - to be completely honest with you and I'm not saying this to hurt you or anything okay? But I don't think I've ever seen Steve with anyone who isn't the Good Girl Next Door cookie cutter type. Go for it though honey, if you don't at least ask him you'll never know"

Something curls deep in your stomach and you sigh, knowing that a lot of people had passed on you because of the way you dress, your way of life, your Take No Shit attitude.

It wasn't the first time you'd been told something along the lines of 'if only you weren't... like that".

"Thanks Eds, I guess one day I'll find someone who likes me for me"

You laugh awkwardly as the two of you pass the cigarette between each other.

"What are you talkin' about, I'm right here" Eddie says hands flapping around himself and you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"You know what I mean" You groan.

"Ahh, like someone who wants to get all up inside you?" He laughs and you shove him.

"We could never work" He sighs dramatically, "We'd be too powerful"

"You mean we'd crash and burn real quick" You tease.

It's not like you hadn't thought about it but you just couldn't see Eddie as someone you wanted in that way. You wanted him to be in your life, be in his life for as long as you could. He was one of your soulmates, your closest friend and someone you could count on for anything, but it was all platonic.

You chew on your lower lip, you sigh and push off the van.

"Better get goin'" You mumble, holding your hand out and wrap your hand around his.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed and you know your smile fell a little short when you reached the group. Tony raises his eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose slightly.

"Well, it's been great meeting you all but we should probably head off" Tony says.

You say your goodbyes to Eddie's friends, disappointment filling your throat as you reach Steve. You give Eddie another big hug, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"See ya around, baby doll"

Eddie's loud, bark of laughter follows you to Alex's van. You climb in the front, glancing over to Sean and Tony squished in the back amongst all the gear.

"You okay, Egg?" Tony asks, "You looked a little upset when you and Eddie got back"

"Yeah" You sigh, looking out the window as Alex starts the drive to his home, "Just sucks hearing that someone wouldn't give you a chance 'cause of the way you dress"

"So which one of Eddie's friends do you fancy, then?" Sean asks and you groan, hating how well the boys knew you.

"Not telling" You pout, not wanting to give them any more ammunition to tease you.

"I bet it was the girl, Robin was it?" Alex muses.

"Nah, it was totally Nancy" Tony shoots back.

"You lot are mad" Sean laughs, "She was clearly checking out Steve the entire time"

You huff, crossing your arms over your stomach and turn to face the window much to their amusement.

You hate that you can't get him out of your head. Images of his warm eyes and his kissable lips and his fluffy hair flash behind your closed eyes, driving you insane with want.

You're so worked up that you get yourself off multiple times over the weeks to fantasies involving Steve. You imagine him fucking you hard and fast in the dirty bathroom of the club, imagine sliding your way down his body and sucking him down your throat and listening to the noises he makes, imagine him pressing you against the door of a dressing room and burying his fingers inside you.

You let your fantasies run wild and you almost hate yourself for it and it certainly didn't help that you see Steve everywhere. Heading to work? Steve's running past. Pushing your cart at the grocery store? Steve's coming around the corner. You're dropping off some equipment Eddie asked to borrow? Steve's spread out on his couch.

There's a Corroded Coffin show tonight and you decide to dress your best, let loose and maybe go home with a a cutie. You feel great - black band shirt loose around your torso paired with a short black skirt and your leather jacket. You pull on long boots that sit an inch or so over your thighs, teasing a flash of skin between them and your skirt.

You take your time styling your hair and doing your makeup and you carefully slide rings onto your fingers. You looked sexy and felt it.

You didn't expect to see Steve there, wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt that had the sleeves torn off. You got an eyeful of his strong arms and chest, your mouth floods with saliva and your cunt gushes, clenching around nothing and you ache.

"Hey!" He smiles warmly at you when he spots you, speaking loudly and leaning close so you can hear him over the music, "Eddie will be glad you're here"

He stays close to you throughout the set, making your skin burn. You try to ignore it but your eyes dart to him every few minutes and you don't know if you want to throw yourself into the crowd and loose yourself in the music or grab Steve and plant a desperate kiss on his lips.

The show wraps up all too soon and you find yourself leaning against a table, Steve next to you. The two of you sip on your drinks while you wait for Eddie to pack away the gear and the people to slowly leave.

"Eds always puts on a great show" You say into your glass, eyes flicking to Steve.

"Yeah" Steve says, turning to face you, "Never thought I'd like it so much but I do"

"Not a big metal head, huh?"

Steve laughs and shakes his head, he lifts his glass and your eyes fall to his fingers. You swallow hard and force yourself to look away, to not watch as he presses his lips against the rim.

You squirm and press your thighs tightly together, feeling the wet slickness soaking your undies. You almost whine when his tongue darts out and licks at his lips.

"There you two are"

Eddie stands between you and Steve, forcing his way into the small space and throws his arms over both your shoulders. You groan and push away from him.

"Fuck off, Ed" You say as you shove at his arm, "You're so fuckin' sweaty"

"Oh" He lets go of you to press his hand against his chest, "You don't like my sweaty musk?"

He stares at you with wide eyes and you screw your face up.

"No"

"I'm hurt"

"Good" You shoot back and he drops his arm, laughing.

Steve's glancing between the two of you like he's trying to work something out.

"You want a drink?" You ask Eddie.

"Please"

He smiles at you and you move to the bar.

There's still a number of people milling about and it takes you a little longer to get the attention of the bartender than usual. You carefully carry Eddie's drink back to the table and see him deep in conversation with Steve.

Eddie glances at you as you approach and beams, thanking you as you place the drink in front of him. You feel a little awkward, like you're intruding and focus on drinking and people watching while they talk.

"Right" Eddie says loudly, startling you, "I'm going to mingle with my adoring fans"

You snort at him and he gives you both a look. Steve rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting around the room.

"So, um- ah, how long have you been in your band?"

"Oh, a couple years now. Met Eds not too long after at a gig"

"That's cool" He says.

"How 'bout you? How'd you and Eddie meet?"

"We, um, met at school - Dustin, Lucas and Mike were all in a club Eddie ran"

"The Hellfire club?" You laugh and Steve nods.

"Yeah, he tell you about it?"

"Mhm, heard all about the campaigns and everything"

Steve looks over to you, laughing and eyes sparkling in the low light and you feel your heart flutter. You bite your lower lip and Steve's eyes drop to your mouth, he swallows hard.

Hope blooms in your chest and you slide a little closer to Steve, you don't miss the way he shifts nervously.

"How, how long you and Eddie been together then?" His voice is rough and he's staring at the people dancing.

"What?"

He glances at you and sighs.

"Aren't you and Eddie, like, dating?"

"God no" You say as you pull a face, "Don't get me wrong, I love him but no"

Steve's eyes go a little wide and his lips part, he breathes a soft 'oh' and you shake your head. You lean in closer and don't miss the way he flushes.

"Tell you the truth?" You murmur, "Eddie isn't my type"

"No?" He breathes, eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

"No. I like soft, pretty boys with warm brown eyes"

Your stomach flutters painfully as you watch the flush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"You, uh - um" He stutters , "The night we met, at your show. You, you looked like you could beat the shit out of me and um, turns out I'm really into that"

You let out a giddy laugh.

"I think I could take you"

Steve licks his lips, eyes dragging up to yours. His pupils are blown out and he looks so, so hot.

"Yeah?" He breathes and you nod slightly.

"Mmm you want me to manhandle you a bit, huh?"

You love the way his face slackens and lips part, his eyebrows pull together slightly and you want to just press him against the table and lick your way up his neck. Steve flushes deeper.

"Maybe"

You shift, pressing into his space and bury your fingers in his hair. You hesitate, glancing at his lips before looking him in the eyes. Steve doesn't make you wait, hands wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him as he presses his lips against yours.

Steve pulls back slightly, far enough that you both can gasp for air before you lick at his lip. Steve whines softly against your mouth and you feel your insides shake.

The noise of the bar disappears as Steve holds you, his lips against yours.

You're not sure how long the two of you stand there, clinging to each other and making out but you start feeling like your nerves are exposed. Raw need eats at you and you're aching so badly, your cunt hurts.

You think you might go insane if he doesn't touch you soon.

"Steve" Your voice is shaky, "If we don't go somewhere else right now, I'm gonna cry"

"We don't want that"

He teases you as his strong hands grip your hips and gently tug you towards the door as he walks backwards.

You think you hear Eddies voice saying 'fuckin' finally' but you're too focused on Steve to pay much attention to it.

You press Steve against the side of his car, fingers winding around his hair and pressing a fiery, desperate kiss against his lips. You slide one of your legs in between his and grind down on his thigh. He groans softly and grips you so tightly, you think you might just melt into him.

"Fucking hell" Steve groans, throwing his head back and rocking against you.

You pant as you feel his cock hardening and you whine a little, feeling every thick inch of him pressed against you. You shove your hand between you and grip him through his jeans, Steve shudders and thrusts sharply against your palm.

You suck at his neck and curl your fingers, pressing firmly.

"Baby, we should. We should, go" You murmur as you lick his skin.

He fumbles and pulls his keys out of his back pocket and you peel yourself away from him. Steve clumsily unlocks his door and you climb into his car. Your hands don't leave him, you paw at his thighs and rub his chest as he drives.

"You takin' me home?" You purr and Steve clenches his jaw and his knuckles go white as he grips the wheel.

He grunts and pulls off, coming to a stop on the side of a quiet road. He pushes at you as he climbs into the backseat and you almost throw yourself over the seat.

You climb onto his lap and slam your lips onto his, Steve's hands gripping hard on your hips and pulling you down onto him. You bury your fingers in his hair and reach down between you, unzipping his jeans and tugging his cock out.

"Fuck, Steve" You whine as you stroke him, "Need you inside me"

Steve whimpers softly and you pull your undies aside, lowering yourself down on him. You moan loudly as his cock stretches you, the pleasurable burn as you sink down overcoming your senses.

"God you're so fucking wet" Steve moans, head tilting back and thumping against the headrest.

You lift yourself and slam yourself back down, riding him in a steady rhythm. Steve holds you and rocks up to meet you. The only noises filling the car are your combined heavy breathing, moans and the squelching of your cunt.

You chant his name as you work yourself on his cock, moaning and whispering into Steve's mouth.

"You feel so good, so big. Wanna come all over your huge cock, baby"

Steve presses his fingers between you, circling at your clit and you whine.

"You gonna come with me?" You breathe against Steve's lips, sharing air.

"Yeah, yeah" Steve whines, "'m close. You're so tight"

You both move faster, harder. Focusing on reaching your climaxes.

"Oh, god" You moan, "Don't stop, ah fuck, Steve"

"I'm gonna-" Steve grunts and you cry out as your own release slams into you.

Fire burns under your skin and you shake, pure pleasure coursing through your veins. You clench and flutter around Steve, milking his cock and making him groan.

You mouth at Steve's neck and sigh softly as he holds you tight against him.

"God damn" He breathes and you chuckle, pulling back and cupping his cheek. You kiss him softly.

"Better still be taking me home"

Steve laughs and pepper kisses over your face.

"As soon as you hop off me, gorgeous"

You pout and raise yourself, whining as Steve's cock slides out of you along with his fluid. You push your undies back into place to catch it all and climb off Steve, pushing the door open and stumbling out on shaky legs.

Steve follows you and you both fall back into the front of the car, Steve lets a small noise as he pulls back onto the road, speeding his way to his home while you whisper the filthy things you want to do to him.

The both of you practically fall out of the car, tripping over yourselves in your rush to get inside.

Steve presses you against the door as soon as you step inside, kissing you. His hands wander over your body, slipping under your shirt and gripping at your skin.

You hum and tip your head back, leaning heavily against the door. Steve kisses his way down your throat before dropping to his knees, pressing your legs apart.

He runs his palms up your boots, traveling up your thighs and pushing your skirt up until it bunches up around your waist. You peer down at him and moan as he stares up at you from under his lashes, face slack with desire.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your undies and pulls them down, letting them drop down your legs before he presses his mouth against your cunt.

Your eyes flutter closed and you bury your hands in his hair, pressing him firmly against you. Steve moans as he licks his way into your folds, his thumb sliding over until he can press it against your clit.

You shift, raising a leg to hook over his shoulder. You whine as he tilts his head in order to press his tongue into your entrance, pushing it as far as he could.

"Fuck, Steve" You moan, rocking your hips up into his mouth, "You- ahh, you're so good"

Your praise spurs him on, making him press himself harder against you and devour your cunt faster.

"So good to me" You whine, fingers digging into his scalp and tugging on his silky hair, "Gonna make me come again"

You feel his moan vibrate through you and you shake, core tensing and you can feel it building. Moans slip past your lips as Steve almost desperately eats you out, nipping and licking and sucking at your cunt until you can't take it anymore.

"Ohh, Steve"

You shake against him, vision blacking out and stars bursting behind your closed eyelids. Your knee buckles and Steve carefully lowers you down until you're pressed between the door and him. You pant harshly and tug at him, slamming your mouth against his and licking your own juices from his lips and chin.

The kiss turns filthy quickly and you pull away, tearing his shirt off his body before you pull your jacket and shirt off. Steve's hands immediately go to your torso, feeling your skin and palming at your tits.

"You're so fucking pretty" He whines, "Wanna fuck you"

"You can fuck me, baby"

You sigh, trailing your fingers down his torso and hooking your fingers into his jeans, popping the button and slowly dragging the zipper down.

"You gonna fuck me here on the floor?"

He turns you, laying you down on your back as he slides your boots off your legs before pulls your skirt off. He kisses his way up your stomach until he reaches your lips.

"You want me to fuck you on the floor"

You bite your lip and flush.

"Yeah" You whine, "Come on, baby doll. Fuck me like you mean it"

He drops his head and groans, furiously shoving his jeans down his hips. He kicks them off his legs and grabs your hips, pulling you close to him and wastes no time pressing into your soaking cunt.

Your back arches and you moan softly, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and clinging to him.

Steve fucks you hard and rough, focused entirely on his own pleasure and you feel a thrill go through you at the idea of being used. Steve's groans and grunts fill the space as he thrusts into you. The push pull of Steve's thick cock fills you with ecstasy and you revel in it.

"You're so fucking tight" He groans into your ear, "So perfect for me"

You feel your cunt gush around Steve's cock at his words and you dig your nails into the soft flesh of his back.

"Ah fuck" Steve's soft groans, "God, so perfect. Perfect pussy"

Steve's babbling mindlessly as he rocks into you, spearing his cock deep inside you and making you squirm under him.

You pry your eyes open and gaze at Steve - his eyebrows drawn up in pleasure, lips parted and face flushed. You clench down on him and watch as his face contorts in pleasure.

"Come on, baby" You breathe, "Come on"

Your encouragement is all it takes for Steve's hips to stutter, slowing until he's gently rocking himself through his orgasm.

He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your shoulder and you feel his panting breath against your hot skin. You hold him close and stroke his back and his hair.

"Good, honey?"

"Mmm"

He shifts and leans over you, gazing at you sweetly before leaning down to press his lips against yours. He rocks against you softly and you whine.

"Want you to fuck me until the only thing I remember is your name"

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Good As Gold

The Blonde Boys Club

Aemond Targaryen x Ranger!Reader + Legolas Greenleaf x Ranger!Reader

Summary: It had been nearly a century since you've seen a dragon, and the sight was as captivating as the first time (the dragon rider shared the sentiment [of you], your mountain ranging partner did not).

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, elf!reader, reader is also blonde, sassy!legolas, puppy!aemond, vhagar wingman?, jealousy, possessives, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this fic is part of my blonde boys club series so if you liked my daemon vs geralt one you might like this lolol though they have nothing to do with each other also i dont know any elvish expressions and very little lotr lore and asoiaf lore sooooo if you would like to help/correct me im lol im down Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony lol i hope you like aemond and legolas lolol Part 2 "Dragon Rider"

I hear my name echo down the mountain I was quickly descending. I was too excited by the smell in the air to care for either my partner, nor the fact that I nearly tripped, like, three times.

"Slow down!" Legolas chastises in Elvish, "you don't know what you're getting us into!"

I chuckle as I run towards a tree and lean there to turn to Legolas, who was quickly pacing over to me, "is that fear I hear, my prince?"

Legolas stops a few feet away from me upon hearing that, heaving slightly from the elevated rock he stood on. He then jumps down beside me without a struggle. Once he is before me, he leans in, pressing a hand on the truck behind me, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinizes my face, "unfortunately, I have learned to fear your foolishness."

I let out a soft, amused breath as Legolas withdraws the arm he was leaning on to push some of my golden hair behind my ear. He tilts his head as he asks, "what is so intriguing to you about that reptilian?"

I roll my eyes, "other than the fact," I pull away and begin to trail off again, "those beasts are massive and breathe fire--"

"Which have caused a great many civilizations desolation."

"Yes, but those dragons do not have riders. This one does!" I exclaim as Legolas and I continue down our way, "my father told me stories of when he witnessed prince Jaehaerys' mount, Vermithor, during a certain battle. He said their might was terrifying, and the fact those where my father's words intrigue me further."

Legolas sighs, shaking his head as he mutters lowly in Elvish, "foolish girl."

I shove him as we finally make it to the foot of the mountain, "you do not have join me, you poltroon."

Legolas raises his nose in offence, grabbing my arm as he leans down towards me, "the day I let a gobemouche, rattlecap like you off their leash is the day I admit to being a poltroon."

I snort, pulling my arm away from him, "I will count the days to it, my friend."

Legolas stills.

I walk off again and shoot him a look when he does not follow, "come on, gaffer. I will not forgive you if we miss them."

Aemond was stroking Vhagar's face as she gulped up the water in the river, blocking its flow momentarily with her jowls. When she pulls away, a strong gush of water comes rushing back its stream.

The prince watches the river flows for a moment. He turns over his shoulder, hearing something besides the water and his dragons breathing. Then he draws out his sword when he distinguishes the sound of the loud call.

"DĀRILAROS!"

Aemond stiffens as he withdraws from Vhagar, face tensing, body readying in a fighting stance as again the word dārilaros is shouted once more, though this time it is cut off.

"What in the name of the good earth are you doing?" Legolas slaps a hand on my mouth, muttering Elvish under his breath, as he eyes me darkly.

I rip his hand off me then shove him, "I'm making ourselves known so that we don't startle them!"

"And do you honestly think that wise?!" Legolas snips.

"Better than showing up soundless," I rebut.

He scoffs, "it's hardly our fault that other folk are incapable of going about their business gracefully."

I inhale deeply then scream once more, "DĀRILAROS!"

Legolas grabs my arm, sharply demanding, "what are you even saying?!"

I take a moment to think before replying, "I think it means princess."

He growls, "and what if the rider was a prince?"

"Then at least he is aware of my limitations in Valyrian!" I push him away once more.

Aemond watches the figures come out of the woods. He raises his sword slightly, calling out, "qilōni is konīr?!"

Legolas and I emerge from the trees, spotting the armed man with equally light hair as the two of us.

"What is he saying?" the elf beside me questions under his breath as we slowly walk towards him.

"I don't know!" I panic.

"You don't know?!" Legolas turns to me.

I turn to him, "I never said I knew Valyrian!"

"Oh," he narrows his eyes, "and how did you suppose we were going to-"

Legolas and I turn away from each other when the man barked out something in the foreign language again. He looked agitated, and I practically could feel Legolas itching to draw his bow.

I rack my brain, trying to recall the other words I remember from that pocketbook I read as a child.

"Zaldrīzes!" I call, raising a hand victoriously.

Legolas measures the man's reactions to the word.

"Nyke," I place a hand on myself as I think of other words. I hum, looking out to the side, "zaldrīzes... gevie."

That did it.

"What did you say?" Legolas asks, upon seeing the man sheathe his sword.

"I, and dragon, and beautiful... ... at least I think."

Legolas turns to me, "by the stars, you dunce!"

"What do you want with my dragon?" the man calls out, leaning on one of his legs, hand gripping on his belt.

"Hmp," Legolas sounds, "and you wasted your time making a fool of yourself in a foreign tongue."

I ignore this. "I only wanted to look at your mount, your grace!" I call cupping my mouth with my hands.

"Feast your eyes then," he calls, turning to his side, proceeding to speak something I could not make out.

All at once, the mountain behind him begins to move, except it was never a mountain to begin with, it was a mammoth fire breather.

Legolas and I step back, eyes widening at the sight of beast. The size of the thing was awe inspiring and frightful all at once. In my eagerness to take the sight in, I reel back quickly, shoving the elf next to me along the way.

He scolds me in Elvish impatiently, grabbing my arms to keep me from falling. I don't even catch what he says because I'm too preoccupied with being stunned to care.

When I notice the dragon's head, I let out a sound, eyes widening, lips curving. I mutter to myself in Elvish, "what fierce beauty."

Legolas makes a face, "I must report that you have your eyes checked. It is no business for a ranger to be blind."

I push him off and walk towards the dragon eagerly. I had forgotten all about his rider up until I made it halfway and the sound of a sword unsheathing and Legolas calling out to me frantically made me freeze. I release a breath, hearing the telltale tension of Legolas' drawn bow from behind me.

I look at the man in front of the dragon, somehow only realizing he had an eyepatch on, and raise my hands up to in surrender, "mellon."

Legolas rolls his eyes with his bow outstretched in his hands, "friend!"

"Friend!" I correct myself, "we mean you no harm prince, I swear on my honor." I turn to his dragon, "I caught the scent of your dragon and told myself I would not end my patrol until I finally caught sight of it."

The one eyed prince tilts his head at my words, sword still aimed at me.

"You've come here once before, have you not, to allow your dragon to rest?" I speak as I nod, "I truly wish to only behold the sight of the creature. I swear it."

He looks between me and Legolas, silently debating with himself for a moment.

"I told you this was a bad idea," Legolas whines in Elvish.

I ignore him yet again, but the other does not.

"What did your mellon say?" he asks, narrowing an eye at me.

I cannot help the chuckle that leaves me. I clear my throat to mask it, "that this was a bad idea."

"Mmm," he slightly lowers his sword, "you don't seem to share sentiment."

I shake my head, attempting to further mask the excited grin that threatens to spread on my lips, "I do not, my prince."

"I am your prince," Legolas calls in our shared mother tongue.

The man lowers his sword completely, turning to Legolas again, "what did he say this time?"

I slightly turn my head then steal a glance at the elf I knew would hold annoyance on his features. I was correct. I turn my gaze back, "that he is my prince."

The dragon rider lifts his jaw, "and is he?"

"He is," I nod once. I step back and extend behind me, "he is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Realm, Prince of Mirkwood."

The reaction this elicits was unexpected. The man straightens up at the information, and to both our surprise, offers Legolas a respectful nod in regard.

"I am Prince Aemond, second born of house Targaryen by King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower."

I turn to my prince, watching as he knits his brows. Legolas only now lowers his bow to offer the same nod in regard to the other prince.

"And who are you?" prince Aemond asks, turning back to me.

I look over and give him a curtsy as I tell him my name, "I am the ranger assigned on these parts. I am also admirer of your ride, prince Aemond."

"How did you know I was a prince before introducing myself?"

I knit my brows, "we learn more than Elvish history, your grace, and I would think it is common knowledge that if a dragon has a rider, then that rider is of royal blood."

Prince Aemond hums and watches as the other prince walks up behind me.

"I would you very much like it if you introduced me to your mount, prince Aemond," I smile softly, "would that be possible?"

I am shocked to see the shocked expression that washes on the Targaryen's features. I catch the shine of his purple irises and even how his breath hitches at my words.

My jaw hangs low, just as Legolas nudges me, muttering under breath, "you've really done it now," in Elvish.

"I-" I roll my shoulders back, shaking my head. I bow when I say, "I apologize, your grace. I did not realize it would be a scandalous request."

"She does not busy herself with thinking very often when she is swept up in excitement," Legolas calls, coming to my defense with an insult. Quite usual of him. "What did you expect would happen anyway?"

I snap at Legolas, who was already looking at me in contempt, "well, I thought it would be like introducing someone to a dog."

"A dog?!" the Elf's face contorts.

"Or a horse!" I exclaim.

"You do realize that it is not common practice to introduce strangers to a pet."

Prince Aemond's laugh cuts our argument and makes us turn to him. He cocks his head to the side, "how amusing of you, ranger, to liken a dragon to a dog or horse."

I pull a guilty smile, "my apologies. Please forget that I ever-"

"No," prince Aemond raises a hand, stepping forward. He knits his brows and presses his lips as he looks at me, "I am merely... taken aback that you would like to see my dragon."

I pull my head back at how he stressed his words, "I see. Is it because we are Elvish?" I motion between Legolas and I, "as I have mentioned, we do make it a point to learn about a great many things--"

"Mmm," he places his hands behind his back.

"-- and I am awfully eager to learn more about your fire breather."

A wind blows again. All three of our blonde hair dances with the wind. Aemond watches as Legolas pushes my hair back so that it does not fly to my face. The massive dragon huffs at the blowing air, the deep sound the creature emits from their great, black, spikey body vibrates beneath our feet.

It leaves my own body tingling in excitement. My jaw hangs low as I look to Legolas with wonder, gripping his arm tightly, "do you feel that?!"

"Yes, I do," he looks at me with a worried face.

Aemond cannot help but allow his lips to curve slightly upward at the sight of the excitement before him.

I turn to prince Aemond, grinning widely as I point to his dragon, "zaldrīzes, gevie!"

His nostrils flare. He turns away when he smiles. Legolas narrows his eyes at him.

I hum as I grip my chin in thought, "I do not know how to say mighty in Valyrian."

Prince Aemond turns back to me, face still bearing remnants of amusement. He extends a hand out, "come. I will introduce you to Vhagar."

My stomach drops and I let go of Legolas, "will you truly?!"

The prince forces his smile away, "yes, I've just said so, haven't I?"

Legolas jolts when I dash over to the other prince and eagerly take his hand. It seems even prince Aemond is shocked my by actions. He clears his throat and looks away. I turn my gaze as well, looking out to the creature he called Vhagar.

Legolas is the one who catches how Aemond's ears begin to burn red. The elf clearly hears the voices before him, though it is hushed and he is following slowly behind.

"I have not seen yet someone so eager to meet a dragon that is not theirs before," prince Aemond says as he leads us up to his dragon's head, "perhaps, apart from myself."

I crane my neck out, trying to find the face of the dragon up front. I turn to the prince, seeing that his eye is focused sharply on me. I turn to my feet, thinking of a reply. I cannot think of one, and so I turn to him and say, "I do not know what to respond to that, prince Aemond."

"Aemond is fine," he says, turning away, "besides, I am not a prince to you, am I?" he says, looking over his shoulder.

I mimic and find Legolas is a few good paces behind us.

"A prince is a prince," I say, instinctively gripping his hand in mine. When he snaps his gaze to the sight of our joined hands, I loosen my grip and nearly withdraw. "I apologize, I-"

"S'fine," he mutters, releasing my hand to instead grab my wrist. His strides grow wider after that.

He says something indistinguishable to my ears once we reach the neck of the creature. The prince walks closer, dropping his grip on me altogether, pressing both of his hands on the side of the dragon's face once he reaches it.

The sight leaves me breathless. There is an evident acknowledgement between them, keeper and companion. It reminds me of the creatures I have nurtured throughout my life. It makes my heart warm and constrict all at once.

Legolas clenches his fists and rolls his wrists.

Prince Aemond turns to me, watching me for a moment. He presses his lips before he extends a hand out again. He mutters something under his breath, and in all my good hearing, I do not catch it.

I inch towards him slowly, taking his hand with more caution this time around. A chill runs down my spine when I feel his hot hand. It was much warmer than it was a while ago.

He pulls me towards him, stepping back and moving behind me as he takes my other hand.

My heartbeat begins to quicken when I realize just how intimate the act of introducing a dragon is. I then realize it was perhaps for this reason the prince was truly shocked and apprehensive at the notion I presented him with.

I can hear the prince's own pulse hasten in his ribcage.

He rests his hands above mine and presses it down until I am touching the dark dragon scales before me. My stomach, at this point, is rolling, crashing like angered ocean waves. I close my eyes as allow myself to feel the skin beneath my palms.

Prince Aemond's breathing is greatly taxed when he mutters just behind my pointed ears, "you are now acquainted to my dragon, Vhagar."

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[recreationalfanfics]

Okay okay so a few years back when I was very much into the NATM fandom (almost embarrassingly so), I was obsessed with Al Capone.

Imagine Al Capone meeting the fish mafia and either loving their whole vibe (especially the lounge) or not trusting them one bit and just pulling Daley!Yuu (a.k.a his pseudo-child, much to Larry's annoyance) to the side like 'I'd be careful o' these fellas - they seem like trouble'

(Cut to Larry like - You and your gang tried to teach them tax evasion last week!)

No but he would meet Deuce and would it would be like instant respect because one gangster recognises another (even though Deuce is trying to reform)

Imagine if he and Vargas had shooting competitions

Valid, Jon Bernthal as Al Capone was too powerful, he is a beautiful man♡

- YEAH, NO, UNCLE AL SOMEHOW APPEARING IN RAMSHACKLE (maybe various NATM characters appear in your room, so like one day it's Rexy, the other its Teddy, and so on and so forth) and maybe Battle At the Smithsonian happened when you were pretty small and Al and his Crew had to hold you hostage but ended up adoring you instead.

- Essentially, Al and the boys are confused but SO HAPPY WHEN THEY SEE YOU AGAIN. You walk downstairs to Ramshackle and see them standing in your living room only to lighten up when they see you♡

- They attend the school as if they're your bodyguards, like Ace and Deuce getting scared when these random monochrome men grab them and demand who they are but once you tell them that they're your friends, they're letting them go and fixing up their uniforms.

- Right off the bat, Al prefers Deuce more than Ace. This is shown when he tells Ace: "See, if you were alive in my time, that obnoxious mouth of yours would be filled with lead." and then he moves onto Deuce and he's all: "But this kid here has a look to 'im. There might be a place for you-"/ "ALPHONSE, NO."/ "What's with the government name, kiddo? M'just saying!"

- While he does find some elements of Twisted Wonderland odd and different, he absolutely knows mafia when he sees it and he immediately clocks the Tweels. Like, he walks into class with you and he's all: "Oh, those two are definetly mafia or whatever they got here in Disneyville." and the Tweels instantly look at him which only seems to confirm what he said.

"Prefect~ Whose this? Another friend from your world?"

"Haha, hope he can swim, Shrimpy!~"

- Al isn't very intimidated by these two and once you explain who he is, or, well, who he represents, then the Tweels are much more calm. They're not gonna outright tell you they're mafia but you hate how well they get along with Al after you told him who he was.

- NOW, Al might play wingman here. If you've got your eyes set on someone, good! His boys will either intimidate or black mail them into asking you out or, if Al decides he doesn't want to scold them, he'll be nice and try to gently nudge them in your direction (aka, just tell them that you like them and to shoot their shot).

- If you DON'T have someone you like, he might push you in the direction of Deuce, Floyd, or Jade.

- Preferably Deuce. He's got a good heart and a fair amount of muscle to protect you and from what he's heard, and he seems to want to keep you safe. A nice kid whose got a good head on his shoulders.

- However the reason why he considers Jade/Floyd is only if YOU like one of them and make the mistake of telling him or he finds out. First of all, he teases you about it and is all: "Wanna follow in your old man's footsteps, eh?" and you roll your eyes and Larry doesn't know why but his dad sense is tingling.

- But seriously, he will most definetly support it since you're very capable of handling yourself, he's seen you grow up into the troublemaking teenager you are but he also knows you have a tendency to land yourself in danger so he'd feel at ease if someone like Jade or Floyd had your back.

- But also, watch him be all: "But just so you know, there might be mistresses in the picture. If they're decent guys, obviously they won't have any but just keep an eye out and keep that in mind-"

- Jade and Floyd just being offended when he puts that idea into your head and assuring you that none of that will be happening-

#twisted night at the museum au #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #Twisted Wonderland x reader

[bp-zb1fics]

Something cute with Zhang Hao where the reader became close with one of the boys (Jiwoong maybe?) and he's jealous because poor boy has the biggest crush on reader :( with a cute lil confession? 🥰

A real kiss~

pairing: jealous zhang hao x long time friend reader ft. jiwoong as the cause of drama (jk)

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, fluff, humour

tw/tags: introvert things, nicknames, jealousy lol, jiwoong giving hands-on acting lessons (maybe a lil too hands-on for hao but he’s just being nice y’all), woong best wingman (yes he can sense the tension), kdrama mention, flashback, kissing, confessions

wc: 1175

summary: maybe hao’s a teeny little bit jelly of how well you get along with jiwoong. 

a/n if any of you saw this earlier than scheduled, it's because tumblr hates me and likes to confuse me constantly~ anyways thanks for the req anon, this was really cute and i enjoyed writing it very much, a little content note: xiào xiào is a nickname used for kids who are like happy or smiley but hao calls mc that bc they make hao happy shdsd ok if any better mandarin speaker would like to correct me or suggest another nickname, just lmk~

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Zhang Hao likes to think he’s a fairly laid back person.

Or at least, that’s what he likes to think when you’ve been deep in conversation with Jiwoong for the past hour and not spending time with the person who actually invited you over (him).

Okay maybe he isn’t being fair. You’ve also, over the past hour, checked in on him and tried your best to involve him in your conversation. It’s just that Hao is an introvert and today is one of the days where he doesn’t feel like making it a three way conversation. Also they’ve mostly worked it out but he and Jiwoong still have their awkward moments so there’s that too.

“You alright Hào hào?” Well at least he can enjoy the fact you’re using the nickname that only you call him. (Because absolutely no one else is allowed to call him that ever).

“I’m fine, Xiào xiào.”

You had joined Yuehua around the same time, Zhang Hao as an idol trainee while you were preparing to go into acting. To say you were close would be an understatement. You clicked immediately, the other Yuehua trainees would joke that you were Hao’s co-parent with how often you would come over to their dorm with food. 

Hao spent every free day he had off the program with you if both of you weren’t busy. Sometimes you’d even accompany him to visit his subway ads, obviously sporting a mask and hat and keeping it lowkey so as not to draw attention to yourself. While you’ve been an extra or had a line or two for a few drama gigs, you haven’t exactly made your public debut just yet.

It just so happened that you’d be working with Jiwoong on your first minor supporting role in The Good Bad Mother, alongside your actor sunbaenim in Yuehua who had the starring role. The eldest hyung also happened to have quite a bit of experience in acting and you happened to have questions. While your company sunbaenims and teachers were helpful, they were also quite busy and you didn’t want to bother them too much.

“So for kissing scenes-”

Suddenly, Hao’s full attention is on you as you ask his bandmate how one goes about filming such scenes. He’s not dumb. Hao knows once you start getting bigger roles, you might do scenes like that. But dammit, he wants to be your first kiss, not some actor who’s playing your love interest.

“You’ve never been kissed before?”

It’s one of those moments where you’re too tired from the hours and hours of PR training, Hao preparing for Boys Planet and you for the eventual conferences and public appearance you’ll make once you make your acting debut. 

“It’s not that.” You sink into the sofa of the little room you’ve been in for hours, learning how to avoid getting a bad edit on camera. 

“It’s just that none of them really meant anything, you know? It was for fun, for a dare or some shit like that. To figure out whether I liked boys or girls or both. I just don’t think it’s a real kiss, you know?”

“What’s a real kiss then?”

You’re quiet for a bit and Hao’s about to move on with the conversation when you speak again.

“With someone I like. I’d be nice to kiss someone I like. Someone who likes me too.”

I like you, Hao thinks. I’d like to kiss you. 

He could do it. He could offer. But he’s shy and your friendship is only a few months old and he’s going to get shipped off to this Mnet program soon. So instead he says:

“That sounds nice. I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Maybe because you’re the type to go around kissing everyone, Mr. Campus prince.”

You tease.

“Hey! I wasn’t like that at all.”

Hao protests. You grin mischievously and your conversation devolves back to light, playful back and forth.

But Hao doesn’t forget.

Maybe that’s the day that he decides to try and become the someone you like.

Jiwoong’s hands are on your shoulders. Zhang Hao’s not sure when that happened but he does know that he doesn’t like it.

“So my hands should go here?” You ask, patting Jiwoong's rib cage. He nods, expression completely placid and wholly focused on teaching you how to manoeuvre yourself.

“You can also put it on their waist, the director will be giving you instructions and you can monitor yourself on camera between takes as well.”

You nod thoughtfully, tentatively placing your hands on him. Zhang Hao’s fingers twitch, just a little. Most of the members who had been filtering in and out of the room seemed to have disappeared. It’s just him, you, and Jiwoong.

Which is why you decide to lean in, your face just about a few inches away from the eldest ZB1 member.

“So I just go like this?”

That’s it. Hao’s had enough. He can’t do this. He can’t watch you anymore.

“Xiào xiào?” 

Hao’s careful not to show how happy he is when you pull away from Jiwoong and look at him. His hyung must have sensed it anyway, standing up and saying he’s supposed to meet Seobin soon. You thank him for the help, he says you can text him anytime (Hao’s not sure how to feel about that one) and then he leaves the two of you alone.

“There goes my acting teacher.” You pout a little and Hao can’t help himself.

“You came here to spend time with me, not take lessons from Jiwoong-hyung.” 

“Awww, is Hào hào jealous?”

“I miss you.” He says instead of answering, hugging your side like he usually does.

You hug him back, and in a small voice, you admit.

“I’ve missed you too, Hào hào.”

There shouldn’t be anything special about the moment. You’ve done this before, hugged like this before, said things like this before. But this time, he just-

Hao pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you loosely. It’s just enough so he can see your eyes, looking at him, he can’t read you too well, he swears his heart’s beating so loudly that you can hear it. But you don’t pull away. He leans in.

His lips are soft against yours, you can feel the slightly sticky sensation of the lip balm he uses, taste a little of the tea he was drinking a while ago. It’s warm and nice and it feels perfect.

His arms slide to your waist and your fingers circle around his shoulders, holding onto the fuzzy knit fabric of his cardigan. You can smell the perfumed lotion he uses, pleasantly floral and addicting. He keeps kissing you. You keep kissing back.

Hao only stops when his heart feels like it’s going to give out, catching his breath and looking at you with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He can’t help but ask.

“Was that a real kiss?” I like you so, so much.

“I think it was, Hào hào.” I like you too.

#boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet x reader #boys planet drabbles #boys planet mnet #kpop fics #boys planet 999 #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #zb1 fics #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zb1 scenarios #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zhang hao #boys planet zhang hao #zb1 zhang hao #zhang hao x reader #zhang hao fic #side characters #kim jiwoong #fic request #bp-zb1fics

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: just some tomfoolery, regular mercenary activities, and spy being his regular grumpy self

↳ song: girls—beastie boys

masterlist!

• The two of you are always doing stupid shit

• There is nothing going on in either of your brains. Nothing, I say. It's just hollow space up there

• But at least you're both having fun running through the base, laughing as you try to play hot potato with one of Demomans bombs while the aforementioned irishman chases after

• Spy swears that the two of you loose what few remaining brainchild you had left when hanging around each other

• You're also a big wingman when it comes to helping Scout talk to Miss Pauling. Major best buddy vibes—helping him learn how to be a bit more of a gentleman while also getting distracted at the same time by something else

• And Scout would return the same sentiment for anyone you had your eye on. As long as it's not Spy. Dear god please let it not be Spy

• I feel like the both of you got drunk once and went out for tattoos. Scout got his infamous Tom Jones "sex bom" one and you got your own equally as misspelled tattoo

• Probably something like "no regerts" or "taem fortress two." None of you notice the mistakes until someone else points it out for you

• Scout loves to show off all of his different scars to you!!! Please ask him to share a story or two, he could talk for hours. About anything, really, but especially his scars

• "Oh yeah!" He said, grinning proudly while flexing his arm, watching as you listened happily. "And this one was from the time I took out a blue spy! The guy didn't even see me comin' at em! Got a good nick in, though."

• "Ah that's okay Scout! You killed him in the end, thats all that anyone cares about." You waved it off, a smile still plastered on your face. "Was that the spy we buried last month? The one that was missing his pants?"

• "Yeah! Him! I never did find out where his pants went though—"

• Prank wars. That's also a thing. So many fucking prank wars. It gets to the point where Medic has to threaten to swap your intestines out for a giraffes if you don't stop disturbing his experiments

• The prank wars are quick to take place outside of the base after that

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 x y/n #team fortress two #team fortress two x reader #team fortress two x you #team fortress two x y/n #team fortress scout #tf2 scout #scout #scout x reader #scout x you #scout x y/n #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #tf2 demoman #x reader #headcanons

[aftersamu]

HAIKYUU BOYS AT A PARTY

ARAN ➢ life of the party this man is walking around, always on the dance floor with a crowd surrounding him leading the energy and screaming every lyric known to man. always has a hat, or a pair of sunglasses on by the end of the night.

KUROO ➢ designated bartender at house parties, he's always behind the drink table ready to chat up and serve. by the end of the night the table is drenched and covered in plastic shot glasses, and he's taking his last drink with everybody.

SUNA ➢ the one everyone asks about good luck trying to find him 20 minutes into the party. at first he's sitting on the couches talking to people, stealing their vapes, and cracking jokes, but once things kick into motion and he's disappeared with everyone trying to find him.

IWAIZUMI ➢ social drunk once the drinks kick in, he's on the move. iwaizumi is walking around the scene, stopping to talk to everyone he can – it doesn't matter who they are, he's going to start up a conversation. sometimes he's sitting on the couches, on the steps, behind the bar, near the food, or in the dance circle.

SAKUSA ➢ the flirt no one sees this one coming. no one. but trust, when the time comes, he's a completely different person, chatting everyone up. he finds his way into every group photo, and gets pretty friendly... and loud.

KAGEYAMA ➢ npc he doesn't really know what he's doing there. he doesn't know most of the songs, and latches on to a few close friends he has. when they try to bring him to the dance floor he kind of awkwardly stands there. people forget he's even at the party.

BOKUTO ➢ blacked out after taking shots with five different groups of people, after the first hour the poor guy is laying on the grass passed out with bottles of water getting thrown onto him. don't worry, after a few spit ups and thirty minutes, he's back to life for more.

ATSUMU ➢ frat, golden retriever, guy he's getting people to take shots with him, it's usually the quiet ones, but he always cheers them on and makes them feel welcomed. says 'i love you' a lot, joins aran on the dance floor, always wondering around, a fan of beer pong, and ends the night with a (plastic cup) of wine.

MATSUKAWA AND HANAMAKI ➢ the dream team they don't spend most of the party together, but once they hear their songs come on, you can count on them to find each other. blasted off their minds and dancing like lunatics off to the side. they wingman for the other, instigating possible hook ups and feed off the others' delusions.

this is so high school party trope, i love it <3

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #aran ojiro #kuroo testuro #suna rintarou #iwaizumi hajime #sakusa kiyoomi #kageyama tobio #bokuto kotarou #miya atsumu #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #aran #kuroo #suna #iwaizumi #sakusa #kageyama #bokuto #atsumu #matsukawa #hanamaki

[loveephia]

*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*

"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)

#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu

prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D

"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.

goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!

so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.

"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"

"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.

tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.

and, hold on..

"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.

goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!

something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..

"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.

"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.

you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.

"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.

goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"

goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.

time skip.

"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"

reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."

"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"

"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.

"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.

tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"

reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."

just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.

ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..

goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"

"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.

time skip.

it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.

the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.

"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.

the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."

goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"

a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.

"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.

"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.

you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.

goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"

and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."

time skip.

you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.

it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.

he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"

"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."

you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"

"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.

is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.

this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #goshiki tsutomu #goshiki fluff #haikyuu goshiki #goshiki x reader #goshiki x you #goshiki x y/n #satori tendō #ushijima wakatoshi #reon ohira #shirabu kenjirō #semi eita

[myunluckyjourney]

Alright! Hello again! I hope if you can please accept this request of mine; Rottmnt hc of rise leo & little sister reader?

(Platonic) (reader is a mutant ninja turtle like her brothers & also mikey's twin) (her signature color can be pink 🩷)

The plot about reader who admires her older Leonardo, as Mikey admires and favorite Donnie, reader admires leo & spends most of her time with him.

That & how sometimes mikey & reader fight over who's best; leo or Donnie?

Reminds Cas of their OC Venus! Well, she’s teal but… whatever!

Very cool request, bro!

I also drew her and I love her now! :] - Mod Cas

GENERAL HEADCANONS

You and Mikey are the glue of the family

And, unlike with Leo and Donnie, you guys are ACTUAL twins. Same species and stuff. Which technically makes you the only full siblings? Funky

You’re not identical twins though, in fact, you have (e/c) eyes while he has brown and blue or your eyes are just a different shade

And just like Mikey, you are absolutely ADORABLE

Unlike Mikey and your other brothers though, you are SHY AS HELL

Which your brothers do try to help you with but Leo is the most charismatic and outgoing one so he naturally tended to teach you more about that stuff

Which is why you two are closer :]

Your brothers are MUCH more protective over you than they are of Mikey

You are secretly better at manipulating people than your brothers are and no one suspects you are the dangerous one considering how sweet and shy you are!

^ It’s always the quiet ones istg…

Your weapon is the bow, otherwise known as the Yumi! And you are FRIGHTENINGLY good at shooting - honestly, intimidates the hell out of anyone that sees it

LEO HEADCANONS

Since you admire him so much you try to spend most of your time near him, trailing after him or always joining his Team if you guys have to split up.

You tend to, as he says, “stalk him”. Really, you just kinda trail behind him like a lost puppy.

You are literally his favorite sibling now

And you seem to be the only one to see through the arrogant façade which terrifies him

But… a part of him likes that you can see through the mask

Probably one of the few ones who genuinely laugh or giggle at his jokes and puns, often trying to make some yourself. You even research puns and jokes so you can be like him

“People love my one-liners! They always fire up the team!”

^ You being the only one that nods along to it

Once in a while your dear twin and you get into a little banter on who is the better one from the disaster twins. You of course being Team Leo and Mikey Team Donnie.

It often stays as little Nu-uhs and Yuh-uhs but can break off into full blown arguments

“LEO’S THE FUNNIEST!”

“NO, DONNIE’S THE FUNNIEST!”

●"AT LEAST LEO DOESN'T CALL HIMSELF A "BAD BOY" !"

●"WELL AT LEAST DONNIE USES HIS BRAIN AND DOESN'T JUST RELY ON HIS LOOKS!"

*Insert offended gasp of Leo-*

Raph, much to his disappointment, is usually forced to pick who’s right

Leave my boi alone :’)

He tired of your shit :’)

“FINE THEN! I’M TAKING (Y/N) AND LEAVING! Come on, sweetie.”

“... That’s enough Monopoly for today…”

You’re accidentally each other’s wingmen? Like, Leo’s doing it on purpose for you, but you’re accidentally his wingman by him just being sweet to you and that causes the other person to fall for him?

#rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt au #rise raph #rise of the tmnt #don #raph #rise of the turtles #rise movie #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise donatello #rise leonardo #rise raphael #x reader #female reader #fem reader

[slrsunfire]

Been working on a new fic on the side, and I'm hoping to have it out sometime soon. I'm planning on it being relatively short (for me at least, lol!) with maybe two chapters or it just being a long oneshot.

I had this idea hit me hard when I went to visit Tanganikya Wildlife Park earlier this month and saw these cute babies being bottle fed:

YES, THOSE ARE BABY SNOW LEOPARDS!! They were adorable and watching them gave me some seriously wonderful mdtb ideas.

What you need to know for this AU:

Madara is a single dad in this, raising a recently orphaned Kagami. His cousin Shisui can see Madara is edging on burnout, and suggests that he take Kagami to the wildlife park Shisui works at in an attempt to get them both to relax and have a little fun.

In the process Madara meets the capable (and very distracting) animal handler Tobirama who manages the care of the big cats for the park, including the nursery.

Shisui can see the sparks flying between them and, like any good wingman would, decides to help his very useless cousin win a date.

Here's a sneak peak below :3 Enjoy! :

“Uncle, look, look! There’s cousin Shisui!” 

Madara barely bit back a sigh as he was all but pulled towards the waving figure of his own uncle’s eldest son who stood just beyond the turnstiles of Konoha’s Wildlife Park with a warm smile on his face. 

“I see him, Kagami-kun,” Madara reassured Kagami as he allowed the boy to lead them towards Shisui through the modest bustle of people heading to and from the giftshop which sat adjacent to the entrance they had just exited. 

He knew he should correct Kagami’s manhandling, but it was the most excited he’d seen his nephew in weeks since Shisui had first suggested bringing Kagami to the park. His cousin had been nice enough to offer to give them a behind the scenes tour even though he knew Shisui was just as busy as Madara was. As one of the park’s program managers that oversaw the various animal handlers that worked within the park, Shisui had somehow been able to pull strings to make their visit possible, and Madara was beyond grateful for it even though he strongly suspected Shisui was likely to ask for a favor in return.

Madara couldn't say he minded the way Shisui had continued to try and force himself into Madara's sphere the last few months, when before they'd seen each other maybe once a year, if that. He probably owed Shisui more than a few favors in totality, honestly, if he thought back on all that Shisui had done for him lately.

They all were still reeling from the unexpected loss of Kou and his wife to a horrific car accident nearly a year ago, but his nephew most of all. Kagami’s entire life had been upended in a short amount of time, and it was understandably taking some time for the boy to heal and work through his loss.

Madara and Izuna had quickly moved to do what they could to pick up the pieces, Madara by taking in his older brother’s son and Izuna by chipping in to help with smoothing out the legal aspects Madara hadn’t been prepared to face down on his own. As a well known corporate lawyer, Izuna had been invaluable in guiding them through the probate process as well as the legal guardianship considerations they’d had to undertake in order for Madara to legally adopt Kagami. Dealing with the loss of Kou had been hard enough to stomach, but all of the paperwork they’d had to complete in addition to divesting of Kou’s estate had been a special kind of hell that Madara never wanted to experience again.

Only now were things starting to begin to feel a little more normal more days than not, even though Madara still hadn’t quite wrapped his head around the fact he’d essentially become a father in all but name. He didn’t know how Kou and his wife had done it, frankly. Kagami was a good child, but he was a handful to say the least. At seven the boy had more energy than Madara ever remembered having even at Kagami's age, and Madara continually found himself exhausted beyond reason no matter what he did.

Maybe it would be easier with another person in the picture to help lighten the load so to speak, but Madara hadn’t been the most social of people even before adopting Kagami, both out of choice and because his job as a very in demand ophthalmic surgeon made it difficult at the best of times to find any time to get out to meet people.

It hadn’t gotten any calmer, truthfully. Especially now that he’d had to structure things a bit more tightly to make certain his schedule was more predictable so he could be home with Kagami during normal hours. 

It was good Izuna was always willing to fill in for him if his own schedule permitted, but it was another layer of stress Madara hadn’t had to deal with before, and he was only just beginning to grow used to having to fit his life around another human being’s. 

To be frank, Madara very much needed a vacation. Kagami did, too. Unfortunately such a thing wasn't possible at the moment for a variety of reasons, which was where Shisui's brilliant idea came into play.

“There’s my favorite little man!” Shisui beamed down at Kagami, making a show of looking him up and down. “You’re looking a little bigger, Kagami-kun.” 

“That’s cause he is,” Madara cut in, not even bothering to fight back the sigh he let out. The amount of clothing Kagami was going through was simply ridiculous at the moment. “He’s grown another three inches since you saw him in February.” 

Shisui’s eyebrows shot up at that, his surprise not faked in the slightest as he stared down at Kagami with a blatantly impressed expression. 

“No kidding? You’re going to be eating Madara-san out of house and home, soon at the rate you’re going.” 

“No I’m not!” Kagami giggled at that, looking quite pleased with himself and Madara lightly scuffed the boy’s hair, unable to help the fond look he directed down at his young nephew. 

“Yeah, you actually are,” Madara dryly insisted, before his hand came to rest atop Kagami’s messy head of hair. 

“Kou was a tall bas–” Shisui started to say only to quickly correct his choice of wording when Madara shot him a look hot enough to melt steel, “tall dude. Your mama, too. My money’s on you being just as tall when you grow up, Kagami-kun. So, ready to see some animals?” 

Madara had to give it to Shisui, it was a near perfect diversion away from his near slip up, but unlike Kagami who had perked up at the promise of seeing the park's inhabitants and had already forgotten their previous conversation, Madara made sure to level a flat look at his cousin that served as a wordless warning he knew Shisui would understand implicitly. 

“Right! Well, let’s get going then!” Shisui quickly clapped his hands together in a near hysterical manner, and Madara had to stifle the snort that very nearly escaped him in response.

#mdtb #madatobi!Zoo AU #senju tobirama #uchiha madara #uchiha kagami #uchiha shisui

[deadkennys]

hi cassy what are your thoughts on the stenny friendship dynamic

• they are the enablers ever. if they are together they are almost always on their bullshit. the type of whimsical shenanigans that has people in comments sections saying “this is what boys will be boys really means”.

• stan often comes to Kenny for advice on his love life; this is not helpful because 90% of the time stan just needs to get over himself so Kenny’s advice is just “yes that makes you VERY gay” or “Kyle’s already in love with you calm down”

• even though they’re being deeply unserious the majority of the time that they’re together, they both respect each other deeply. Kenny admires Stan’s stubbornness when it comes to what really matters to him, and Stan admires Kenny’s unwavering loyalty and belief in others.

• stan was the only witness to one of Kenny’s more drawn out deaths and Kenny would be lying if he said he wasn’t touched by the way Stan desperately tried to save him while sobbing

•they go through a period in high school where they’re very competitive over horse for some reason, like they’re on the basketball court for hours

• kenny does stan’s homework for a fee. he would have done it for the ability to say “you have to do this because I do your homework” over really small favors but stan insisted on paying. Stan gets the money from sharon by saying it’s for tutoring, which it is and Stan’s grades are proof, it’s just that it’s easier if he doesn’t tell her it’s Kenny so he doesn’t have to pull out his whole academic record as proof. But kenny is very good at explaining things in a way that stan understands; stan usually has no problem with the material once kenny goes over it with him but the way his teachers talk just does not register in his brain.

• in high school, in an effort to boost their resumes to get out of town, they are constantly volunteering together to make the volunteer work more bearable. Sometimes kyle accompanied them but kyle is much more of a pick one group and stick with it guy whereas stan and kenny might as well be on a mission to volunteer for every group in town that does not directly contradict their own values.

•I am a believer in stan-kenny-kyle roommates after college. When kyle is away for any period of time they’re eating the most abominable struggle meal creations unless they have money for fast food. Gatorade rice. Lucky charms three times a day. They don’t have to live like this btw. kenny is a passable chef, stan cannot cook anything at first but is pretty good once he learns (he just can’t be assed to actually do it if no one else is depending on him to). So why do they live like this? They live and die by the bit. The first time kyle left they legit did not have groceries and it was a blizzard so now they act like that’s the case all the time when it’s very much not. It has not occurred to them that they don’t have to live like this because that would require slightly more energy.

• stan is a frequent wingman for Kenny. It’s not that Kenny can’t pull it’s that people think he’s sleazy sometimes which he is not, he just looks like that. So Stan’s baby-animal-loving gentle giant aura reassures people that kenny must be a decent guy.

• as they become adults stan starts to take an interest in karen’s life as if they’re cousins or something. They hang sometimes with kenny but they’re not really friends or anything, but stan is still very proud of all of her successes and wants to help if anything is wrong because what’s important to his friends (kenny) is important to him.

• stan and kenny are frequently loaning each other the same $20. Passing that shit around like a blunt

• stan generally not a fan of weed because *gestures* but kenny is like the one person he will smoke with because he’s the perfect balance of chill and able to function

• every few months they come up with some scheme for a side hustle. They all inevitably fall apart but the longest one lasted a few months. Once they joined an mlm and they’d be sitting in the meetings or whatever with all these stay at home moms because they actually were very good at pyramid scheming, it’s just that the product itself started falling out of fashion and they jumped ship before they ended up taking any financial losses. Kyle was more than a little mad about the ethics of this until stan started buying him all kinds of nice shit. Nothing super fancy but nicer and more frequent than what the usual immediately-postgrad salary could provide.

• kenny likes to show up at Stan’s part time retail job and loiter. No one told him he could do this he just doesn’t have anything better to do and the manager is never in.

•they are each other’s go-to emotional support for various things. After realizing he has a crush on kyle, and into the beginning of their relationship, stan doesn’t really want to open up about his feelings to kyle lest he scare him away so he usually goes to Kenny. As a result kenny remains his confidant for most things; even when he is more comfortable talking to Kyle he usually also gets the Kenny perspective on the matter. Stan is kenny’s go to because kenny usually wants to vent, not to get advice, and kyle tends to think he knows what’s best for him which makes him incredibly mad, while stan is very empathetic and tends to make him feel better even if there’s nothing that can be done about the situation at hand.

•they place bets on the events of their friends’ lives like where Wendy will go for her phd or how long someone’s marriage will last

#stan #kenny