#like yes you! you join us immediately! you will be a jock!

[minty-bunni]

AU where the Fentons end up with Dan, all of Danny's clones, and a handful of AU Dannys and have to find a way to explain suddenly having so many kids that look like Danny with similar names WHILE avoiding making the GiW suspicious.

#danny phantom #we can throw in a flynn as a treat just to confused people as well #a dozen black haired blue eyed ghost hybrids and some random ginger hippie #can you imagine the chaos of it all #like the werewolf family in Hotel Transylvania except with halfas #corpse au Danny chilling in the corner with Snapping Sound and full ghost AU Dannys discussing being literally dead #ghost king and demon Danny probably fistfighting over whether or not murder is a viable solution #dan joins in #just ALL the AUs in one spot and stuck/adopted by the Fentons #Dash would lose his mind if the big Frankenstein's monster looking clone showing up to school #like yes you! you join us immediately! you will be a jock! #little baby man just chewing on the couch like an angry puppy

[steddie-thirst]

Beauty and the Devil | Stalker!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader |18+|

Summary: Eddie Munson is a freak and everyone knows it. They see the way that he looks at you always so playful. You do not believe any of the rumors about the metalhead. However, when he's the only option for a ride home things spiral out of hand. You realize just how wrong you were about Eddie.

Warnings: stalking, Eddie being creepy, non-con, roleplay, 18+, cursing, fighting, mentions of drugs, language, intense themes, sexual explicit scenes and descriptions.

Inside the lunchroom loud chatter, laughing, and shouting filled the large room. Each group having their own designated table from nerds to jocks and even the band kids had a place to sit. It was strange how social hierarchy still applied to something as insignificant as cafeteria seating, but what else to expect from a small town with high standards.

Your eyes scan the bustling cafeteria room for a spot to sit. Until your eyes catch with bright brown irises, that were hungrily eyeing you up. Spotting him at the head of the table seated between his friends. As his eyes catch yours it's almost instant that your body moves on its own accord towards the table and he's smirking.

Eddie Munson was everything he was not. The people of Hawkins referred to him as many things a freak, a Satanist, and the leader of a cult to name just a few. Things of which had to be anything but true; after all he seemed like a nice guy to you. You weren't new to Hawkins and hadn't seen of those accusations come to light. So it couldn't be true - Right?

In a few short strides you had reached the table and to late to back down. "Well, well, well." He tuts, tilting his head to attempt a get a better view. Immediately earning the attention of the other members, "Look who decided to join us boys." They all have their eyes on you. No doubt trying to undress you with their hungry eyes.

"I-I didn't have a place to sit." You admit bashfully, shifting your weight awkwardly as Eddie hums in thought. He takes his time in responding wanting to keep you waiting and desperate and practically dependent on him. Eddie looks down the table, each seat is fully occupied. How unfortunate.

"Aww, sweetheart." Eddie's tone was condescendingly sweet as he coos up at you. Idly tapping his fingers against the table as he speaks. "All the seats are taken." Your shoulders slump, allowing the sleeves of your cardigan to slip, revealing the skin underneath. Eddie's mouth goes dry as he stares up at the curve where your neck meets with your shoulders - Damn.

Your soft lips plush and pulled down into a frown and Eddie cannot resist.

How could he say no to such a sweet little thing like you?

He turns to face his friend, curly chestnut hair with freckles spread across his cheeks generously, "Gareth?" The boy froze slowly turning to face Eddie lowering the can of soda he was currently consuming.

"Y-Yes, Ed?" His throat bobbed nervously as he spoke trying to gulp down the fear.

The brunette points out the small space between him and the other member, Jeff. "Scoot over so she can sit." He more or less demanded. Gareth nodded, not bothering to argue, gathering his tray and notebook scooting down the bench now shoulder to shoulder with Jeff. Who didn't mind it really but could tell Eddie seemed off. He was different.

"Look at that." Eddie shrugs his shoulders lips curling into a devilish grin, gesturing to the now open seat. "There's a spot." You tentatively take your seat next to Gareth and Eddie chuckles.

From this incident and forward things got worse. Ending up leaving whole crew worried about Eddie - He had changed since you joined at the table. Weeks had went by and these behaviors didn't let up which led Gareth to pull him aside - "Dude what the hell is up with you?" His hands were tightly gripped the fabric of Eddie's jean vest, littered with buttons and patches, the chains hooked on his hips clanking loudly as Gareth manhandled him.

Eddie head lolled to the side and he chuckles shrugging his shoulders carelessly which honestly worried him even more. His eyes were clouded with lust. Lust for the innocent little sheep that joined his flock and Gareth knew it. "Nothing, what's got you all worked up Gare?" Eddie chooses to deflect the question rather than answer it. He was the only one who could understand how the guitarist could get - He was becoming obsessed.

"Dude." Gareth lowered his voice tone laced with worry. Shoving Eddie back against the side of his van, "You need to fucking curb yourself." He warns, but Eddie is still grinning like a madman.

Head leaned back which thudded against the hollow metal as he reaches his right hand up to pat Gareth's cheek, muscles twitching beneath his touch, trying to push aside his worry. "Aww, it's sweet you care so much." He shoved his hand off and slammed him again against the vehicle.

"I said fucking watch it. You are getting in to deep, Eds." Gareth stares up into his eyes, but he knew it wasn't going to help much. He would just have to hope that Eddie didn't succumb to those thoughts. "Last warning." He shoves Eddie off and the guitarist scoffs watching as Gareth walks off. Bringing his hands up to dust himself off, before reaching into his pocket to fish out his pack of cigarettes. He lit up and took a puff. Hoping the nicotine laced inside would be better at helping him to attempt to numb his feelings. However, when it came to you he felt like he wasn't piloting his own body and he couldn't stop himself. Idly holding the cigarette between his ringed fingers chewing at his cheek. Shit - It was getting worse and much harder to control.

It had been weeks since Eddie had the little conversation with Gareth, but he couldn't get you out of his mind. He'd spend hours getting off to the smallest of things you did. Whether it be from little touches, exposed skin, and your lips. Oh how he wanted them around his cock. Fuck- he wanted you. Needed you.

Thursday rolled around taking an absolute turn for the worse. Staying late after school that day left you without a ride knowing full well your mom was already at work. Stupid book club - Mentally cursing yourself. You scan the school's parking lot for anyone when you spot him. "Eddie!" Bolting across the schoolyard towards the confused metalhead.

He heard his name - Turning each and every way to spot who it was until he caught sight of you. Why had you not left? Watching you sprint over the yard towards him slowing to a stop when you reached the lot. "Eddie, I need a ride home."

"You do? Where's your mom?" He asks, brows furrowing muscles tensing as you reach out to take his hand.

He eyes you over, "Well she's kind of at work and I just stayed late for my club, b-but you're here so you can give me a ride. Right?" You tried to rationalize with him and Eddie licks his lips feeling them dry up as he stares down int your eyes.

God forgive him for what he's about to do. Eddie brings his hands up to gently rub his palms reassuringly over your shoulders, "Yeah, baby. I can give you a ride." Eddie's soft eyes stare down into your own and enjoys the way your eyes light up.

"Thank you, I'll just give you directions on the way there." Eddie's hands drop to his sides limply as you hurry over to the passenger side. He drums his fingers on his thigh and bites his lip as he listens to the door slam behind him. He had you. The sweetest of the flock was trapped now.

Eddie hustles around the front of the vehicle clambering into the driver's seat and plopping down into it with a huff. Fishing out the keys from his back pocket and starting the engine. The engine sputtered and the radio roared to life projecting the sweet sound of Black Sabbath. He reached over to turn it down a tad before shifting gears and speeding out the parking lot.

As he drove, one hand stayed on the wheel, knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly. His other hand rested at the base of his thigh lightly drumming his fingers across his knee. You looking back up to his face the moonlight the peered through the glass illuminating his face occasionally through the gap through the trees. Wait?

Trees? Had he missed the turn? You press your face against the cool glass watching as the familiar street sign fades off into the distance. Fear and dread pool deep in your gut and slowly you turn glance back at Eddie. "Y-You missed the turn." Lip trembling as you stammer out the words.

Eddie's lips curl into a smirk as his eyes flit over to you, "I know, sweetheart." He coos, "You're coming home with me tonight." In this moment you knew it was all a lie. The smiles, laughter, and chivalrous nature gone. You immediately turn to pull at the handle on the door shocked to find it was locked, "Not so fast, sweetheart-"

"Eddie let me out of here!" You shout voice echoing loudly in his ears as the vehicle slows to a stop on the side of the road. He pulls the shift into park and unbuckles his belt.

"No." You reach over and slug Eddie in the face when he turns to face you. He falls back against the window with a pained grunt hands reaching up to cup his nose. He felt something warm drip over his lips and he grew angry. Blood - He was bleeding. You climb over him and head towards the back of the van, but Eddie is quick to react.

Tackling you down to the floor of the van, pinning your arms above your head and he eyes your chest humming in content. "God, I've been waiting for this for fucking weeks and you just have to ruin it by being such a brat!" His hips are positioned over yours thighs trapping your own legs between him.

"Eddie p-please.." You whimper.

"Shut up!" He hissed, grip growing tighter around your wrists. Eddie takes in your outfit and hums. Pink cotton cardigan over a a white collared tee and paired with a baby-blue skirt, "Did you wear this for me, baby?" His voice soft and condescending. "Looked so cute today. Got me hard just thinking about you bending over for me in that little skirt."

"E-Eddie I wasn't-" You're cut off.

"Wasn't what? Trying to get me all worked up?" He voiced his thoughts loudly. Eddie needed you to know how he felt about you and he so wanted this to be more romantic, but you had freaked out on him. "Admit it, you wanted me that day you started sitting at our table. The way you'd lean in closer to me and wear those short skirts to get a rise out of me? Right?"

It was so pathetic but he was spot on. You wanted him. Wanted to feel those hands gripping, touching, and claiming what's his. "Y-Yes."

"What a fucking slut." He spat reaching into his back pocket, one hand keeping a tight grip on your wrists. "Guess that's why I had to keep these on me." He lifts the item up to your view. A pair of handcuffs, decorated with pink-dyed fur that glinted in the faint light provided by the street lamp. A whine leaves you and your back arches. "Don't worry baby. I'll get there." He moves his hand and cuffs each wrist, watching you squirm beneath him on the van's floor. Pretty and pink contrast against the stark orange carpet of his vehicle.

He was goin to ruin you. "You wanted this huh, sweetheart?" He grunts, leaning down to brush his lips over your neck nibbling and sucking at the skin. Large hands splayed out on either side of your head. He chuckles as you gasp your body squirming beneath him, "Let the freak of Hawkins devour your soul." His tongue laps at your skin the warmth of it feeling so pleasant against your cool skin. He grinds his hips down against yours and another filthy moan leaves your lips. Erotic but so pornograohic, it felt so good to be put in your place.

"Please, Eddie. Take me." You beg.

He chuckles pulling back to watch your face contort with pleasure as his Jean clad cock rubs pleasantly against your clothed cunt. "Don't worry, princess. Your mine and what I want I fucking take."

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[bucky-munson]

What’s Hidden in the Shadows | 7

Summary: Bullies are everywhere. They manifest as a group of jocks at school who think you're fat and want to make sure you know. Sometimes they even manifest as your own father. But can they manifest as the love of your life? No probably not.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Words: 1.2k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus Sized!GN!Reader ; Steve Harrington X Plus Sized!GN!Reader

Warnings: MENTIONS OF DISORDERED EATING IN THIS ONE!! Bullying, abuse, swearing, mean ass Billy obv

a.n: Billy’s learning the consequences of his actions finally o3o

Taglist: @harringtonfan4 @jubilee40 @cevans-winchester​ @urmomgov

The smell of spices filled the air as you stirred away at the pan you had on the stove. It wouldn't be an elegant meal, but from the way Billy had his eyes on it intently you figured he didn't really care.

"What are you even using? I swear Susan's food never smells this good.." He mumbles, chin resting on your shoulder as he stares into the pan. It's oddly domestic with his hands draped on your sides and the gentle warmth from his chest against your back. He'd tried to kiss you even more in the bathroom but when his stomach let out an embarrassing growl, you forced him to let you cook him a proper meal.

"Secret ingredients.. Be nice to me and I might share them," you chuckle softly, moving out of his grasp to grab the meat you had chunked up before dropping it in with the veggies. They sizzle instantly and you're back to stirring, Billy's hands returning to their place almost immediately. Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck he holds you tighter, enjoying the softness you provide. 

The scene is quiet other than the sounds of the plastic spoon against the pan, but inside you couldn't stop the constant monologue. It felt almost wrong to be here, in this moment, Billy Hargrove clinging to you like a doting husband. After the months of torment, all it took was a few soft words and you were wrapped around his finger like so many others? He hadn't even apologized for how he acted or the constant negative comments about your body. The body he was now so desperately holding. Words bubbled on the tip of your tongue. 

So was it all a lie? You never hated my body? You just got what? A sick kick out of making me hate myself more? You know, I still hear every comment you or those other assholes made in my head when I look at myself in the mirror. Why don't you ask me how many meals I skipp–

"Fuck I'm hungry, is it almost done?" He whines as he steps away, opening the door to the fridge and helping himself to one of your father's many beers. It snaps you out of the fight you were having internally and brings you back. A part of you wished you would just bring it up, get it over with like a bandaid, but a smaller part craved this peace; A momentary cease-fire in an ongoing war yes, but peace nonetheless. 

You can only watch as Billy takes his first bite apprehensively, but his face breaks out into a smile as he eats more comfortably. He motions for you to join him and you oblige, both of you chewing silently in the now too quiet trailer. The thoughts overpower you though and before you know it you're asking a question you're not even sure you want the answer to.

"Billy.. What was that.. in the bathroom I mean.." He looks up at you dumbfounded for a moment before responding.

"Uhm.. A kiss?"

"You know that's not what I mean.. First we're like mortal enemies and then secret friends and now what? Secret dating?" 

"Is that what you want?" His question stops you in your tracks and honestly, you hadn't thought of that. If he did want to continue this, what would you say? And what about Steve? 

"I.. Don't want to be kept a secret, I deserve more than that," you finally reply, feigning confidence but still mindlessly pushing around your food. 

"It'll just be until we graduate, and then we can leave this shithole town.. Maybe move to California? You'd love it there, babe, I'm sure, way more freedom and people aren't such hicks.." You sigh as he skips right over your feelings, almost exactly like you knew he would. 

"And what? Before then we just hide out at the lake on days when no one is there? I hide enough, Billy, at school, the pool, the mall.. I don't want to hide anymore," 

"I'm protecting you, don't you see that? I'm protecting both of us from whatever those assholes would do, they'd be relentless," he groans, slamming his fork down. "You have no idea how it would be if we were public."

"Steve Harrington asked me out in the middle of a packed cafeteria but Billy Hargrove is scared of what a few jocks will think?" There they go, the words you wanted to cling to more than anything, the one thing you had hoped to keep inside. You never wanted to bring up Steve in this discussion, but he was an inevitability so long as Billy wanted you for his own. 

"He what?" 

Any confidence you had fizzled with the icy cold stare in Billy's eyes. You could only stumble over your words as he stood in disbelief.

"So that's what this is.. King Steve asked you out? Is that where you were when I got here? I didn't expect you to be out but with Harrington no less?" The rage seemed to boil inside of him, his eyes darting around as he tried to put the pieces together, forcing them to fit a narrative he constructed. "You know, I didn't take you for a hit it and quit it type but if you agreed to go out with him–"

"I didn't do anything with him, Billy! Not that it's ANY of your business. I mean what did you say to me a few weeks ago? Oh wait I remember, "I wouldn't touch that with a twenty foot pole, probably would eat me"? And yet here you are, all over me like a fucking koala? What's the truth huh? At least Steve didn't tear me down for months just to show up at my doorstep. He isn't scared to tell me he cares about me in front of other people, you just hide behind your bullshit attitude and lackies cause you're scared to fall off your pedestal!" Tears are falling freely now, the anger too much to hold in. You'd be lying if you said his words didn't haunt you in every aspect of life. Ignoring them was easy when he hated you, you could pretend he didn't exist outside of school, but now with his presence an invasive species, they had nowhere to go.

"So what do you want me to do? Do you want me to parade you around town? Why do you want everyone to know anyway? So they can treat me like a prize you won? So you can be 'the one who tied down Billy Hargrove'?" Billy throws his hands in the air before running them through his hair, more arguing the last thing he wanted.

"I don't care about any of that, I just want to know that it matters to you how I feel. I won't let you use me like everyone else you've been with, a piece of ass or arm candy. I need to know, for certain, does everyone have to like you or am I enough?" A hush falls over both of you, your eyes on him and his on the floor. It was asking a lot of him, you knew that, telling him to throw out the reputation he spent the better part of a year building up, but it was impossible for him to ask you to hide in the shadows. 

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #plus sized reader

[eratolasting]

Serendipity (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: While reading a fanfiction you suddenly get sucked into the world of Stranger Things. This is a reader interactive story where readers get to cast a vote on what happens next!

Warnings: ST 4 Vol 2 Spoilers!

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Eddie was the only thing on your mind as you pushed through the crowd of people, some still wearing their greens and others just dressed nicely. You had to hold your cup above your head a few times to squeeze past people, but it was alright. 

You checked around the living room, then the kitchen, then out at the pool. Still, not finding Eddie, you turned to head back inside. 

"Hey, Harrington!" 

You turned, your eyes landing on someone you didn't quite recognize, but they were familiar enough. He jogged closer to you, smelling of cologne and beer. 

"Hey, babe. Come join us."

Babe?

"Uh.. no thanks." You smiled at him politely and turned to walk away.

He grabbed your wrist. "C'mon, I haven't seen you all day. I know we broke up yesterday, but…just give me another chance?" 

Your brow furrowed. Your eyes landed on his letterman jacket. So. He was a jock. 

"No, no thank you." You responded, trying to pull your wrist from his grasp. 

He wouldn't let go. 

"C'mon. I'm sorry, alright. Is that what you want to hear? She meant nothing to me, babe. It was just a fleeting moment. I promise!" He looked a little frantic, now. 

"I said 'no', now let go." You tugged at your wrist again, but he held tighter. 

"I'm not letting go until you talk to me about it." 

You looked around, scared, looking for someone, anyone, to help you. 

Your eyes landed on Steve. He was flirting with some girl, a cup in his hand as he grinned at her. 

"Steve!" You called. 

His head snapped up immediately, big brother instincts kicking in. He handed the girl his drink before marching over. 

"Oh, c'mon. You really called your brother over? Why don't you deal with this yourself? You're a big girl." Mr. Jock said. 

You looked at him, then, and gave him a shove with your free hand. He stumbled back slightly. 

"How about you stop preying on girls smaller than you and take no for an answer." You spat at him, trying to wiggle your wrist free. "I swear to God I will rack you right now if you don't let go."

"Let her go, Johnson." Steve said as he approached. "Look, man, I really don't want to fight you tonight. Just let her go." 

Reluctantly, this Johnson, finally let go of your wrist. He walked off, looking like a kicked puppy. 

You sighed and resisted the urge to rub your face. You looked up at Steve. 

"Can't believe you dated him. He's such an asshole." He scoffed, shaking his head. 

"I know," you could tell, just from that short interaction. 

Steve patted your shoulder. "Let me know if he bothers you again. I'll kick him and his friends out." 

You nod. 

"Have you seen Eddie?" You asked him. 

He scoffed. "You really think he's anywhere but the smoke room?" 

Right. You'd forgotten about that. 

You nudged him playfully with your shoulder back towards the girl he'd been flirting with and headed back inside. 

You squeezed through people again and up the stairs, towards one of the spare bedrooms you had. You opened the door. The light was low in there, the only brightness coming from a lamp in the corner. The room was thick with the smell of weed. It would take days to air out, you knew. 

There was a circle of people on the floor passing a joint around, a couple of people on the bed passing a pipe back and forth, and Eddie - in the corner chair with a bong in his lap. 

His head was tilted backwards, eyes closed. A plastic cup was dangling precariously over the carpet from his fingers.

Your heart fluttered slightly as you stepped over people to make your way to him. 

"Hey," you greeted him softly, not wanting to startle him from his…rest?

He didn't open his eyes, he just smiled. 

"Wondered when you'd come find me." He chuckled, slowly sitting up. Gently, his eyes opened and he looked up at you. 

"Oh yeah? You were expecting it?" You asked a little playfully, taking the bong from his lap. 

"Yeah, I know you can't stay away from me for too long." He teased with a wink, handing the lighter over to you too. 

You took a rip off of the bong, avoiding his smugness, coughing softly after and clearing your throat. 

You passed the bong back and forth a few times, steadily getting higher before you decided you'd had enough. You were perched on the arm of the chair, your thigh pressed against Eddie's bicep. 

It was warm against your skin. Your cheeks flushed softly. 

"Do you ever think about the future?" He asked suddenly.  

You looked down at him. 

"Like…how?" You hummed, leaning towards him slightly. 

"Like… I don't know. Like…like what you're going to be, who you're going to be with? That kinda shit." He explained. 

"Yeah," you nodded, "All the time."

He smiled up at you. It was warm, a little lazy, but definitely warm. 

"Where do you see yourself?" He questioned, his eyes soft. 

"Oh…Eddie, I don't know."

"I mean, will you still be…here? In Hawkins?" He seemed worried. 

You bit your lip. 

"I…honestly don't know. I think for now I'm just…taking it one day at a time. But even if I did leave, you know I wouldn't stop talking to you, right? Phone calls, letters… we would have those. And I'd come visit." You smiled down at him and lifted your hand to softly brush his hair back. 

"Promise?" He asked. 

"Yeah, of course." You nodded. 

"Good. 'Cause I'm kinda stuck here." He lamented. 

You scoffed. "You don't have to be stuck here, Munson." 

He shrugged, and you stood up. 

"Here. Let me show you just what you're capable of."

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[submissivegayfrenchboy]

10 / 07 / 2022

🇬🇧🇺🇲 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY

written in collaboration with my dear friend @bat-woodfeet-us

The story you read is a new collaboration between me and my very dear friend @bat-woodfeet-us with whom I have already written several stories.

The story THE FAG FROM RIVERDALE HIGH SCHOOL is probably the best of my stories, at least one of my best stories. In any case, it is one of the stories that has received the most likes. This story will make you love one of my latest stories, which I wrote with my dear friend @leftprogrammingroadtripdean. With him, I recently wrote a fiction in which a queer has to serve straight alpha males. With @bat-woodfeet-us, it's more a story where a nerd serves athletes. I hope you will like it.

Feel free to put likes, comments or reblog this story. I don't write for likes, nor do my contributors, but it encourages us to keep going, because we deliver very intimate fantasies on Tumblr.

In any case, high school bullying fiction is great because it allows for creativity. My friend and I set ourselves no limits for this story and I hope it will please you.

- NERDS ARE SLAVES FOR THE JOCKS -

PART BY @bat-woodfeet-us

In high school, the law often neglects intellectual strength and generally leans towards physical strength...to the dismay of Martin who had never been able to understand this "injustice". In his vision of life, the "big heads" should rule in high school and not these big, partying, testoterone-sweating arms who do not even come up to his ankle...and who - he was convinced - will end their lives in sub-trades, while he would be too high placed to worry about it. Yes ! One day, Martin will have a third of his people under his command: a jubilant idea which reassured the small and frail intellectual of the sideboard who - while waiting for his hour of glory - shaved the walls of the corridors so as not to attract the bad intentions of those to who he foresaw a future less scintillating than today...

"- Hey, well... Guess who's there?", Steven's voice resounded: he was the captain of the high school baseball team. A boorish and brutal character who has no merit in Martin's eyes. He attracts good things just from the reputation and fortune of his parents, who did not hesitate to play to their strengths to put their son in the best place... and all that without him moving the little finger.

Martin hates Steven, not only because he bullied people like him, but because he will inherit a comfortable life without having provided the slightest effort.

"- No, please Steven...", sounded another voice behind the bathroom door.

Martin entered discreetly. Stuff and a bag were strewn on the floor, leading to a cabin where the conversation continued.

STEVEN: "Pity? Did you take pity on me? For giving me shit on my last homework?"

"-I don't understand...I-I'll do better next time..."

STEVEN: "-Next time? Who says there will be a next time? Put your head down!"

Martin stood aside, listening to the sobbing and pleading of the student, before hearing a loud fart ring out and cut short his complaints. Immediately, coughing and Steven's voice resumed.

STEVEN: "- That's it! Choke! I'm not done..."

Steven said that before making an even dirtier noise. Martin slipped into the next cabin and looked over the bulkhead.

"Oh god!", Martin thought when he saw Steven sitting on the toilet, trapping a student's head in the bowl

STEVEN: "- Mmmmmm...hey! Look at that!"

Steven pushed before dropping his big morning shit in the face of the student who tensed. Steven started to laugh. Martin remained speechless. How Steven could do this to others? filmed the scene ... this proof could only make the teachers and officials of this school react.

A few days later, Martin was invited to leave his biology course to join the principal's office ... but he found Steven there, relaxed on a chair, even seeming to be in the middle of a discussion with the director who resumed his coldness when Martin arrived.

THE HIGH SCHOOL'S PRINCIPAL : "Sit down boy. Well, you must know why I summoned you, right ?"

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PART BY @submissivegayfrenchboy

Martin had no idea what he was doing here. In front of him, the principal of the school, Mr. Bigging, was rather imposing. Tall and fat, in his forties, he was a superior being in Martin's eyes. It must be said that Martin worships superiors. Convinced that it is better to put the teachers on his side, he likes nothing more than to flatter them in order to be liked by them. Martin is also ambitious and intelligent, but he knows that he will have to be obsequious if he wants to be able to succeed in life. As for the school principal, Martin, without being gay, considers him a man who deserves to be worshiped by all. He sits across from the manager, next to Steven, and replies that he doesn't know why he was called.

MR. BIGGING, high school principal: "Martin, you are a truly brilliant student. In front of you you have the privilege of sitting next to Mr. Steven Topper, captain of the high school baseball team, is going to organize the high school open house and it will be an opportunity to present the baseball team to the parents of future students. A game will be organized and the high school team absolutely has to win! That's why I I need you, Martin!"

MARTIN: "I don't understand, sir, would you like me to play on the team?"

MR BIGGING: "No, of course not."

STEVEN TOPPER: "Don't take it too personally, but if you were there we would surely lose our match 😂"

MR BIGGING: "Martin, the coach must concentrate on training the players and Mr Topper must focus on his talent as a player. baseball. Of course Mr. Topper is excellent in absolutely everything he does, like the prestigious members of his family. However, it takes someone to relieve the players of their home works."

Martin still did not understand what was expected of him for the game.

MR BIGGING: "The players are going to have to train hard if they want to succeed Led by our excellent captain, the team is certain to win. But despite my immense respect for Mr Topper, I cannot risk a defeat which would our reputation, given that we have almost always won. So the players will hardly attend the lessons. I gave them my permission. However, I would like you to help the players by doing things for them."

MARTIN: "Things like what, sir?"

MR BIGGING: "Well, you are one of the best students, maybe the best. So these tasks would suits you well. You would have to write the players's lessons in their notebooks since they will not be able to attend classes, help them revise for tests, help them work on their oral presentations, give them summaries of books to read. ... Understand that I wouldn't ask you to help the heroes of high school if I didn't trust you. And it was the generous Mr. Topper who recommended you. You should thank him."

STEVEN TOPPER: "Yeah, you're a smart boy so a man like me can recognize competent and helpful boys."

MARTIN: "Thank you Steven for your trust."

STEVEN: "As the captain of the high school baseball team you have to call me 'Mister'".

MARTIN: "Excuse me sir. Thank you sir for your trust. I'm honored."

Steven gave Martin an affectionate little smack in the face like he would have done to a dog, before throwing his backpack at Martin in which his belongings were. He tells him to take his bag home when he's finished copying his lessons. Then he left the principal's office, but stopped in front of the door. Immediately, the director went to open the door to Steven and thanked him for coming to his office and apologized if it had taken too long. Martin couldn't get over it: Mr. Bigging had been very servile towards Steven who is only a simple student. Then he goes back to his seat and puts his feet on his desk in a dominant position.

Martin no longer knows what to think of the director: in front of Steven he shows himself submissive, in front of him he is dominant. Martin takes the opportunity to ask him if he can do something for him, if he needs anything. The director orders him to get him a coffee. Martin is used to using the machine because he is the one who prepares the teachers' coffee and brings them scouts at the start of each day to prove his submission. When he returns to the office, Mr. Bigging tells him that he will have to look for the players' bags after class to write the day's lesson in their notebooks for the rest of the week. Martin can't believe it: will he really have to go home with all the bags of the 9 team players on his back?

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PART BY @bat-woodfeet-us

The week was long. Martin had accomplished his task; every day he wrote the eight notebooks, in addition to his homework. The nights were short and when Friday evening arrived, Martin collapsed on his bed.

Bzzz bzzzz bzzzz... His phone vibrates.

A message from Steven : [<The guys and I don't have a clean case for the next practice. Come get them. We need it for tomorrow!!>]

Martin replied: [<Sorry for you, but I'm already home. Mr. Bigging didn't tell me that I had to take care of that...>]

A few minutes and the cell phone rang again.

[<Get your ass back!>]

Martin sighed. He was about to answer, but erased his message and tried to put things into perspective before finally going back to the school gymnasium. He paced the halls, listening to the echo of the loud voices of the team players. Martin walked to the locker room where the guys were finishing getting dressed. A brutal silence ensued. All eyes turned to Martin.

"- Hey! The cleaning maid has finally arrived!" exclaimed one of the players before making the gallery laugh.

"Go! Come in...the bag is over there!" he says, pointing to a laundry bag overflowing with dirty socks, protective shell and a whole bunch of other soiled clothes and underwear by sweat and other fluids that Martin preferred to ignore.

However, he walked to this bag, and while he began to take it in hand, we continued to fill it...even if it meant filling Martin's pockets and saying "goodbye" to him with a good blow. hand behind the neck. Even Steven didn't pay him any more attention.

Martin found himself alone in the locker room. He tried to close the bag nervously; never had he been taken so much for a maid. Tired of his week and of this bag which refused to close, he threw everything into the air.

"-Mmmmm...help....mmmm...whatmmmmsomeone...", came a voice that sounded muffled.

Martin moved closer and found himself in front of a locker.

MARTIN: "-Is anyone in there?"

He asked and the agitated voice started again, but impossible to open; a coded padlock sealed the locker.

MARTIN: "I need the code..."

Martin, in a panic, tried several combinations, but in vain.

"-Mmmm9...Mmmmmm2....Mmmmm4...."

9-2-4...Martin pulled the padlock out and an avalanche of smelly socks, boxers, condoms and used papers fell. In the middle of it all? A guy in his underwear, tied up and gagged with an old piece of fabric. The smell was unbearable. Martin recognized this poor guy...he was the same as in the toilets with Steven, the last time.

"- It's been a week...", explained the young man, eating and drinking from the team's stock.

The young boy, crying : "I've been breathing in their disgusting clothes for a week...every day they filled the locker...even some of them sprayed me with piss..."

MARTIN : -We have to warn the director!"

The young boy: "- Don't even think about it...he knows about it..."

MARTIN: "-Wh-What?"

The young boy: "-Mr Bigging had called me to become the team's assistant...but the few helping hands quickly turned into daily slavery...and when I tried to complain, Mr Bigging purposely did not understand...he even made excuses for them...so I tried to screw everything up...but Steven fell on me and sentenced me to this locker until he made me docile... anything goes. Steven is a king here."

Martin listened and quickly realized that he was in the same situation. He tried to look for a solution, but nothing seemed to be possible. For the moment, he was confined to homework and newly to lingerie, but after? He panicked and refused to end up like this boy who seemed to come out of a garbage can.

The next morning, the phone vibrated early.

A new message from Steven. [<Where are our things?>]

Martin, in his bed, decided to play dead.

[<?????>]

Still nothing. This time the phone rang. 1 call, then 2, then 3...Steven seemed to be relentless. Finally, another text from Steven.

[<You're playing the wrong way...I see you, you're dead!>]

Martin's heart was pounding. We had to find the solution and quickly. For his safety, he decided to go away: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...Thursday...

Friday, a new message. [<Mr Bigging is aware of your lack of involvement...it would be a shame if the schools you covet closed for you for good. You have 1 hour to come back to the gym...>]

Steven touched a sensitive point. Martin, seized with fear for his future, left his room and returned to the gymnasium.

STEVEN : "-Here...you're finally alive..."

Steven was waiting for Martin, leaning against a locker.

STEVEN: "A week of absence...no justification...that's not good ! Huh, Marty!"

Martin stood outside the door.

MARTIN, trying to impress: "I-I know what you did... That guy you mistreated... you're risking a lot!"

STEVEN: "-A lot? Ah, ah...I think you're confusing the situation a bit, man. I'll make it short: my family bought off a lot of the people in this town. So much so that without them , a lot of people would sink...including this high school. So, you see, I'm a bit at home here...and so there are rules. And you...like everyone else, you're going to have to submit. When I tell you to come, you come! When I tell you to wash my laundry, you wash it! And even if I want to sink a bronze in your mouth, you accept! Without that... I squirt you out of this school, I got your life in the palm of my hand Marty!"

During his tirade, Steven had grown closer to Martin. Almost pinning him to the wall. He watched Martin shrivel up under his gaze, a smile on his face.

STEVEN: -So if you want to succeed...obey me! A bit like your father towards mine...Ahahah Apparently, you make very good toilet paper in your family..."

Steven chuckled and lowered Martin onto his lap. Martin was now flexible, drained of all energy.

STEVEN: "Now, if it's okay...kiss my sneakers...you better do it..."

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PART BY @submissivegayfrenchboy

Martin, kneeling, crawls at Steven's feet, kissing his shoes. Dirty and stinky, they are nevertheless superior to him, because inside are Steven's feet. And Steven is superior to him. Under the laughter of the other players, amused by Martin's tears of shame, humiliated, the young boy kisses the shoes.

Then, a player arrives, only a towel around the waist to cover his penis. He complains that the toilet is clogged and he hasn't been able to poop when he needs to. Steven turns to him and tells him that he just has to use Tom, the boy who had been locked in a smelly locker for a week with socks in his mouth to stop him from screaming. Inferior nerds like him deserved to be their slaves so much that gamers had forgotten about his existence. When they discovered that Martin had released Tom without their permission, they were more concerned with finding their socks than with the physical and mental health of this nerd traumatized by a week in a smelly locker.

Tom, naked and frightened, looks like a worm facing giants who are about to crush him. The player who needs to shit does not see Tom as a human equal to him: all he sees is the fact that Tom has a hole in his face (his mouth) and that his body has a place where to put his shit (his belly).

So he sticks Tom's head in his ass, one player puts his foot behind Tom's head to keep him from coming out of his ass, and two others each take an arm to hurt him and force him to open his mouth. They pull very hard on his arms, and, wanting to scream in pain, Tom opens his mouth. The athlete who needed to shit takes the opportunity to drop his droppings in the stomach of the loser. An avalanche of shit sinks down Tom's throat, and when he's finally done shitting, the handsome jock lets out several stinky farts all over Tom's face.

For the beautiful sportsman, Tom is not a human, it is a human toilet. Do you thank your toilet after shitting in it? No. So the handsome sportsman leaves Tom in his corner chewing the countless droppings. A stinky sock around his mouth prevents him from spitting up or throwing up the droppings. Tom can scream, 3 players take the opportunity to take him to the showers to piss on him. It's so much fun to piss on a wretch in defense! The handsome sportsman says he's going to have to go back to the bathroom to wipe his ass.

STEVEN: "Dude, why bother going back when we have toilet paper here? Martin has the genetic ability to lick ass. ass. It seems that his father is excellent in this role there. That's what my father told me anyway."

Martin suffers from the laughter of the 6 other players who have fun knowing that Martin's father licked the ass of his boss Mr Topper, Steven's father. The handsome player wastes no time and shoves his ass on Martin's, who has to lick a stranger's ass crack. A bit of shit falls on his tongue, with a mixture of sweat and hair.

After licking the handsome player's ass, Martin is exhausted. Steven then removes his T-shirt and exposes a muscular torso. Although rather tall for his age, Martin is at least a head shorter than Steven. Skinny, he has none of Steven's athletic physique which displays without problem. Why wouldn't he do it, he who drives the girls crazy with his presence. Even the teachers want it.

The nine players swing their school bags in the face of Martin, who starts carrying them on his back. He feels miserable. His face smells like ass, his breath smells like shit, he has to carry nine heavy school bags, and he'll have to bring home the sports gear of his high school baseball team players. Fortunately his father is understanding.

After making the way under the mockery of passersby who are surprised to see a boy carrying nine bags on his back, Martin went home to wash his face. Yet when his father arrives from work late in the evening, Martin is busy rewriting the players' lessons in their notebooks. He has already taken advantage of his father's absence to wash the players' belongings, he would only have to iron and fold them. It's true, he became a cleaning man. This contradicts his ambition to become a corporate boss one day.

Finn Histab, Martin's father, arrives around 11 p.m. Unlike his tall, skinny only son, Finn Histab is a short, plump man in his fourties.

FINN HISTAB: "Sorry, son, I didn't see the clock. My kind boss, the venerable Mr. Topper, asked me to stay and work on files to be finished by tomorrow. What a charming man! He is so funny, haha,.. I still remember the joke he made this morning, in a meeting, I laughed....!!!"

Martin, as an obedient son, brings a glass of water to his father and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He then notices that his father has a funny smell. Then, he notices that there is a brown mark on his father's nose. He warns his father, who reassures him by saying that it is only chocolate. But his son does not believe him. Deep inside him, a conviction grows stronger: what if Mr. Topper had really forced Finn Histab to lick his ass at work, as Steven claims? This would confirm Martin's suspicions about why his mother left his father. Four years ago, when Martin was 13, his mother Susanna left home. She had no trouble ditching Finn to marry a rich, tall, muscular black man.

Handsome and wealthy, he was a living god to Susanna, especially compared to her husband who had never succeeded in life and had given her a son she was ashamed of. When she moved into her new husband's gigantic villa, Susanna had a waking dream. She was treated like a Queen, all she had to do was suck her husband's huge cock, but it wasn't really unpleasant. It was far less unpleasant than pretending to love her previous husband.

Friend of Mister Topper, Susanna's new husband, Mister DeShawn Bigcock had acceded to her request when she asked him to let Martin live with them. However, the sons from DeShawn Bigcock's first marriage were big, muscular, overbearing basketball players who enjoyed publicly humiliating Martin. Farting in his face at night and making jokes like swapping his toothpaste for sunscreen, putting piss in place of his apple juice, pulling down his bathing suit in the pool to expose his tiny dick ,...

All this had cracked Martin, who had preferred to stay with his real father. Despite his respect and admiration for his father-in-law, he could not bear his half-brothers who had done everything to leave the villa. DeShawn Bigcock, to show mercy to his son-in-law - that inferior white boy whose father is a loser - sent money from time to time, he who was so rich he owned several planes, boats, villas ,.... Martin was not of this world. However, he dreamed of reaching it. Rich men like Steven Topper or his half-brothers had their lives mapped out. He preferred to succeed thanks to his intelligence.

At night, after finishing rewriting all the lessons of the nine players on the baseball team and washing their clothes, Martin went to bed. He began to fall asleep.

An ass. Another ass. Several asses were in front of him. Round, black, white, hairy, hairless, obese, muscular asses began to fart on him. Then, torrents of shit pour over his face!!! Buried under the shit, Martin suffocates, can no longer breathe and... ends up waking up!!! It was a nightmare, because Martin was traumatized by the fact of licking a shitty ass, this same ass having poured its shit into the mouth of a boy that he had nevertheless helped to escape from the locker room where he was during a week.

The next day, Martin goes to high school, manages to store the nine school bags of the students in their lockers in the locker rooms, and deposits the bag in which the stored clothes are. He, the best student in high school, is reduced to cleaning clothes. Finally, it is better to spend a week in a locker, as was the case for Tom.

Walking through the halls of the school with notebooks in his hands, Martin notices Steven and his best friend Lewis. Young white man with brown hairs longer than those of Steven, he is shorter than him but as muscled as his best friend. Like for Steven, the girls in high school fight for the chance to suck Lewis' cock. If Steven were a King, Lewis would be his Prime Minister: Always stuck with Steven, Lewis follows him wherever he goes, always agrees with him, laughs at all his jokes and encourages him to humiliate the high school losers. Nothing gives him more pleasure than hitting losers, taking their money, farting in their face, humiliating them in public...

Martin knows that Steven and Lewis have seen him: if he goes the other way, they ran after him. Martin then advances. Stuck against lockers, preventing two losers from recovering their belongings, Steven and Lewis are dressed in teddys in the colors of the school. Martin approaches, and Lewis stretches his leg, knocking Martin to the ground. He falls like a loser, squealing and dropping his papers on the floor.

The students burst out laughing, as did the teachers. They have nothing to do with Martin: he is a real flatterer who does everything for them, but they have no respect for him. Martin tries to gather his papers, then sees footsteps approaching him. Mr. Bigging, the school's principal, walks over Martin's papers unconcerned that he is messing them up. He walks and stops on a sheet that Martin was about to pick up.

MR BIGGING: "What's going on here?"

MARTIN HISTAB: "Lewis and Steven, they made me..."

Martin tries to get up to explain himself but Mr. Bigging presses his hand on Martin's shoulder to force him to stay on the ground.

MR. BIGGING : "You, stay on the floor. I was talking to Mr. Topper, moron. Mr. Topper, did you knock that young fool out?"

STEVEN : "Not at all Sir, he fell on his own."

MR BIGGING : "Good. No need to investigate then. Everybody go back to class! And you, Martin, try not to be so clumsy anymore!"

Martin can't believe his eyes: Mr Bigging walked mercilessly over his papers and didn't even try to defend him when it was he who was being laughed at! Steven and Lewis slap Martin on the head and Lewis even spits in his face. Once they are gone, Mr. Bigging snaps his fingers and calls Martin ordering him to follow him into his office. Mr. Bigging settles into his chair and crosses his feet on his desk. The only thought that comes to Martin's mind is that a man like him deserves a footstool.

MR BIGGING: "So, Martin, how are the review sessions going with the baseball players?"

Mr. Bigging puts his hands on his big stomach waiting for an answer. Martin is embarrassed because the students whose lessons he must write in their notebooks have still not agreed to make themselves available to revise with him. The worst part is that he is supposed to help them! Players just take advantage of not having to go to class to not even work anymore. Him, Martin, is only a useful nerd, but how to admit it to the director without coming across as ungrateful?

MARTIN HISTAB: "The players are very busy, I offered them dates to come and work on their files with me, but..."

DIRECTOR BIGGING: "Well, maybe it's time to get started, Martin! I wants you to have at least four players worked out by next week. Understood?"

Martin is distracted. He just saw that the soles of Mr Bigging's shoes are covered in dog shit. How could a man like him not realize that? Mr Bigging again asks Martin why he does not answer. What should he says to the high school's principal?

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PART BY @bat-woodfeet-us

MARTIN, before leaving: "-Uh...yes, sir. I...uh...I'll do my best!"

MR. BIGGING: "-Martin! Wait...before you go...if you'll take that off..."

Mr. Bigging pointed to the dog poo under his sole. Martin complied, without really seeming shocked by the request. He took a piece of paper and rubbed the sole, even if it meant covering his fingers with shit. Coming out of the office, Martin's hands smelled of dog shit. A fairly strong smell that forced him to go to the bathroom to clean his hands.

How was he going to convince the guys to follow him in his revisions? None of them would see any interest in it. All of them would rather spend their time training, playing games and humiliating students rather than imagining themselves winning exams in the rules of the art. What if he failed in the task entrusted to him by the director? Martin then imagined a miserable life, far from his dreams... In short, his father's life, condemned to lick the asses of the most powerful men.

MARTIN HISTAB: "- Sir..."

Martin called Steven who had just taken a break in the bleachers. The latter averted his gaze.

STEVEN TOPPER: "- It's good that you are here Marty...I was just thinking about you...I have someone who just wants to go out...damn tacos!"

He says this with a burp. Steven looked smeared.

MARTIN HISTAB: "-But Sir, the toilets are back in service..."

STEVEN TOPPER: "-Yeah, but no...and Tom is out of service..."

Steven stood up and invited Martin to follow him in the locker room showers.

MARTIN HISTAB: "-Sir...I would like to ask you something..."

STEVEN TOPPER: "-Anything? Go ahead...lie down there...quickly..."

MARTIN HISTAB: "- Sir, Mr. Bigging absolutely wants me to revise at least four members of your team...otherwise I..."

He says this as he sees Steven undoing his pants and sticking his ass right above his head.

STEVEN TOPPER: "- Four? Mmmmm *belly gurgle*...I'll think about it- *Pfffffffrrrttttt* "

Steven lets out a long sour fart on Martin who holds his breath.

STEVEN TOPPER: "Thinking...damn...my belly hurts too much..."

Martin gets an even hotter, smellier fart. Martin is close to throwing up. Steven contracts his abs; Martin underneath hauntingly watches Streven's tight hole expand and contract...then suddenly a cascade of liquid shit covers Martin's entire face as Steven vocalizes his relief.

STEVEN TOPPER: "- Oh god damn... Gnrrrrrrrr..."

He pushes and releases another current of diarrhea. Martin tries to breathe, he spits shit out of his mouth. The shit is so sour it feels like it's warming his face. He struggles but Steven keeps his whole body at his service with the simple pressure of his hands. Steven finally gets up and wipes his ass with Martin's clothes. He observes Martin, his top stained with traces of shit and his face in the middle of a pool of liquid shit.

STEVEN TOPPER: "I'll try to talk to the guys about it...but Bigging doesn't realize we have other things to do? Well...clean up all that shit...and get the hell out...you disgust me."

A week later, four guys volunteer to revise. Martin receives them at his home during his father's absence. For the occasion, Martin had to respect the conditions listed in an sms, by Steven:

1- Provide drinks and food at will

2- Never contradict the players

3- Value each of the guys.

4- Make your mouth available, whatever the nature of the request.

5- Obey.

Thus, Martin spent more time sucking cocks, drinking urine, massaging and licking feet, swallowing molards and serving drinks and food, rather than giving his review lessons. Martin finally found his ass in the air, the hole widened by four stiff cocks. His distended hole was dripping with cum and piss. The pain was excruciating for Martin who preferred to fall asleep at the very place where the 4 boys had finished him off.

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PARTIE PAR @submissivegayfrenchboy

It used to be every high school sports team that bullied Martin; now he was under the protection of the baseball players. Anyone who attacked him risked being humiliated by Steven Topper. His family's fortune made him untouchable in high school. Bribed by the Topper family, Mr. Bigging had ordered the plastic arts club teacher, an effeminate fag, to make his students do projects on the theme "Steven Topper". All paintings, sculptures and other artistic projects were to be intended to glorify Steven. The best works would be on permanent display until the end of the year. Everything was done in high school for Steven Topper to be treated as King : he had more power than the director Mr Bigging.

In the high school cafeteria, a stage was set up and only Steven and his friends had access to it. Skinny and ugly nerds came to serve dishes to Steven and his friends. The canteen budget went entirely to the care given to Steven and his gang's dishes: grilled meats, baked apples, succulent cakes,... The other students only had fast-food burgers or boiled vegetables without taste. If they paid Steven a tax, they could hope to have his leftovers.

Steven sat enthroned like a king surrounded by his court. The students who were neither rich, nor beautiful, nor intelligent, nor strong, in short, they were the people. The poorest students were dominated and crushed by the beauty of rich girls and the strength of their muscular boyfriends. For them, it was normal, natural, to dominate the weak and the ugly. Martin had changed his position in the hierarchy of the school: inferior to the popular, he had nevertheless become less humiliated than other intellectuals. He was nonetheless mocked and humiliated by Steven that it was entertaining to use Steven for laughs.

Thus, he approached Martin one day and put his muscular arm on his shoulders.

STEVEN TOPPER: "So Martin, how are you? Are you doing well with my homework? Don't forget to do yours too from time to time haha!"

Martin was pissed off having to do homework for Steven and the nine-player baseball team, neglecting his own lessons. Steven, especially, was rich and would have a job without difficulty even if he didn't get his diploma. And that was unlikely to happen since the teachers would probably be paid by his family to give it to him, at the risk of suffering the consequences. Also, Martin found it unfair to have to work for Martin who didn't care, because he wasn't as rich. Admittedly, his father worked in the company of Mr. Topper, Steven's father, but his weakness and his ugliness had prevented him from rising very high in the company.

Faced with the weakness of his father, Martin tried to position himself. On the one hand, he was disgusted that his father was an asslicker for his boss, the father of the most popular student in high school. Martin still had to clarify this point: had his father really licked his boss's ass? The brown stain on his nose when he greeted him at the door once seemed like crap. But Martin tried to tell himself that it was not possible. He refused to believe that his father could be so weak, submissive, inferior. In fact, he refused to end like that. Would he also be Steven Topper's asslicker one day when he became boss?

Martin continued on his way after Steven spoke to him in the hallway. It seemed weird to speak publicly with Steven. Even if they hadn't really spoken. However, soon after, Martin began to be kicked in the ass and objects, such as trash, in the face. He tried to ignore the cruelty of his comrades to which he had unfortunately grown accustomed. He didn't know that in reality Steven had approached him, defiling his upper body by touching this filthy being, just to hang a poster on Martin's back that read "Kick me!" followed by an arrow in the direction of his ass. This explains why, to impress their girlfriends, the athletic guys did not hesitate to hit Martin without worrying about his pain.

The laughter of the students and the encouragement of some to hit Martin pushed the director to see what was happening in the hallways. When he saw that Martin was being hit by all the students (except the losers) with every step he took, he asked Steven if he knew why Martin was being publicly humiliated.

STEVEN TOPPER : "You know sir, it's a way of joking, the students have fun with Martin, they prove to him that they're interested in him. He's still not going to be offended that we're all messing around together with him !"

MR BIGGING: "And I imagine you had nothing to do with the poster hanging on his back?"

STEVEN TOPPER : "Absolutely not. He had to put it on himself to be hit. But at least it brings cohesion to the students, and it maintains order and hierarchy. And you are for the hierarchy and the order, aren't you, Willy? Well, we'll go to your office then."

MR WILLIAM BIGGING: "Yes Mr Topper."

Like a dog following his master, the school principal followed Steven Topper to his desk, and Steven sat down in Mr Bigging's chair, put his feet on his desk as if it were his. In Steven's presence, even Mr. Bigging had to accept that he was inferior and had to obey.

STEVEN TOPPER: "Well, Willy I wanted to discuss the mascot of the match. I want him to be present at our training. You will sign the authorization for Tom Norris to be our mascot for a month. I let you settle the papers. See you, Willy!"

William Bigging was more than twice the age of Steven Topper, but he was forced to accept that this one calls him Willy. It would have been enough that he complains about it so that in his turn Steven speaks about it to his father, who would have called him the superiors of Mr. Bigging, who would have been fired. With rich men, it was better to obey. They are so used to having whatever they want that they only occupy themselves and take pleasure in destroying the lives of others, their inferiors.

Mr. Bigging therefore ordered the parents of Tom Norris - the brainy little submissive who was used to eating the shit out of baseball team players - to give up their high school crazes. Convinced that their son would be useful and too poor to dare to protest, the parents gave in. Tom never left school. Arrested on leaving high school by the athletes, the tallest of them carried him on his back to the locker room.

There, Martin was kneeling at the feet of the coach massaging his feet. Coach Brad Eaton was obese. His enormous belly was however not a subject of mockery but a way of impressing. Getting run over by him had been a fear of all the students ever since the players on the team had recounted how he had farted in a nerd's face. The players adored their coach because he shared with them the pleasure of humiliating the weak. Martin was therefore on the ground in the men's locker room massaging the fat coach's stinky feet. He took them when he saw the players and Tom arriving.

TOM NORRIS: "Please don't force me to be the mascot! Please let me go, I've already spent a week in one of your lockers, it can't happen again!"

STEVEN: "Yes it can, boy, because we have the authorization of your parents and the director to make you spend not a week but a month in the disguise of the mascot of the school, with the obligation to entertain us during our training sessions. That will let you know what you have to do in the game."

LEWIS, Steven's best friend: "Don't worry, we're going to relieve Martin of the cleaning of our underwear by ordering him to change the socks that you keep in your mouth regularly."

TOM NORRIS : "I'm begging you, noooo !!!!!"

Tom was trying to struggle but they shoved dirty, sweaty socks down his throat until nothing could get in. Tom had been forced into the costume of the eagle, the symbol of the school. Great irony when you know that Tom had nothing powerful and majestic like this bird. The entire head of the disguise was filled with stinky socks from the baseball players, in addition to those that were in his mouth and dirty underpants on his face.

In high school, no one knew that Tom Norris was inside the mascot and was forced to entertain the players on the field. He says that Tom is so insignificant that everyone had forgotten about him. He was kept locked in the basement of the school with only sock juice to drink, the sweat from the stinking socks of the players. The putrid smell was driving him mad, along with the weight of the suit he couldn't remove on his own. In high school, the days passed and the game that was to promote the school was organized.

The other clubs were used because they too had to promote the school. Thus, the works of the plastic arts club were exhibited in the school. A huge statue representing Steven Topper was inaugurated in the courtyard of the school, and all the classrooms and all the corridors were decorated with paintings paying homage to the strength and beauty of Steven Topper.

Dan Kernett, who single-handedly sculpted the gigantic statue of Steven, was secretly in love with Steven. He was rewarded with the right to walk behind Steven, to go up on the stage (but only to bring him his dishes and feed him) as well as the authorization to speak to him without having to ask permission. It was also in his face that Steven burped, because his burps were so stinky that someone had to sniff them out for him. Lewis and Steven's other friends all had at least one high school loser they liked to burp or fart in the face. The school functioned by the fear inspired by sportsmen, the rich and the strong.

Martin, for his part, dreaded the match. This match marked the end of his ordeal, but he especially dreaded meeting Mr. Philipp Topper, Steven's father. At less than forty, he was a giant, almost two meters tall, and absolutely magnificent. How was Martin going to react to the one who surely treated his father like an ass-licker?

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PART BY @bat-woodfeet-us

The big day of the match had arrived.

Martin saw in it his deliverance. After all that, he would go back to his old life, leaving the others aside. Tom - in disguise - spent his time gesticulating, forced to represent the image of the team in front of other mascots from other high schools. As for Martin Histab, he was instructed to follow his team, especially Steven.

A few minutes before the big match, Martin answered to the whims of the players when a man with Mafia-like appearances entered...putting all the players in silence, except - of course - Steven.

"-Dad!" exclaimed Steven, before approaching his father to exchange a lively and solid hug.

PHILIPP TOPPER, Steven's father: "-Steven...so ready to smash all his germs?"

STEVEN TOPPER : "- Yeah... it's only a story of a few minutes... Come on, let me introduce you to the team!"

Steven introduced one by one the players who exchanged a fairly strong handshake with Mr Topper. Martin sought to fade away when the shadows of the two Toppers towered over him. Steven and his father watched him with all their greatness, Martin felt like a puppy in front of his future masters.

STEVEN TOPPER: "- This is Martin...you know, the son of..."

PHILIPP TOPPER, holding Martin's face in his hands: "- Yes, I recognize certain facial features... Brave little guy...I imagine that you knew how to relieve my son...You are indeed your father's son!"

Mr. Topper grinned broadly before patting him on the head like an obedient dog. Steven held back a laugh and moved on by walking away with his father.

PHILIPP TOPPER, while watching his son score points: "- So... how were his last days?"

MARTIN HISTAB: "- Tiring...but very interesting... Martin didn't think a word of it.

PHILIPP TOPPER: "- Yes. It was really lucky for you...Steven was also very lucky to have you...he's never had such clean socks. You know...I was also very lucky to have your father. Since high school, he has never disappointed me...on the contrary. He amazes me."

Martin swallowed. He didn't know that his father had known Mr Topper for so long.

MARTIN HISTAB: "-Ah...ah really ?"

PHILIPP TOPPER: "- Yes. Your father was exactly like you at your age...and then by chance he also became a good assistant on my baseball team...and then over time, he never wanted to leave me. There were difficult days, but I helped him a lot to make up his mind..."

MARTIN HISTAB: "-A reason?"

PHILIPP TOPPER: "-Yes...that of accepting your place in front of us. You know...your destiny is already decided. You're linked to Steven..."

Mr. Topper said this, naturally putting his feet on the small coffee table. Martin's heart raced. Linked to Steven? Mr. Topper was scaring the crap out of him at the time.

MARTIN HISTAB : " But...I don't think I have the same plans as your son, sir..."

PHILIPP TOPPER: "Really? Yet you're still there...waiting for Steven to finish his match and then you'll still be there waiting for his instructions...servitude is in your blood Martin. Whether you like it or not...soon you'll be begging Steven to serve him even more..."

MARTIN HISTAB: "-I don't think so..."

Mr Topper laughed.

MARTIN HISTAB: "Why is it so funny?"

Martin was vexed, before realizing that he was kneeling in front of Mr. Topper's crossed feet. Massive, wide feet that Martin's fingers were massaging.

PHILIPP TOPPER: "- You see... you are programmed to serve... without me even having to lift a finger..."

Mr Philipp Topper smiled and ordered with a gesture to continue the massage. Martin was unable to remove his hands from Mr. Topper's feet. He massaged throughout the match and when it came to an end, Mr Topper got up. He put his leather shoes back on and patted Martin on the head.

PHILIPP TOPPER: "-Thank you for your company Martin...go find Steven."

Martin, still in shock from what had happened to him, got up and found Steven and the team, who were demonstrating their victory. Martin returned to Steven who immediately ordered him to help him remove all his equipment. Martin took his shoes off mechanically, thinking back to Mr. Philipp Topper's words. Martin completely undressed Steven before gathering all the team's dirty clothes, while the latter left for the showers.

Later, after the rejoicings and the end of this day. Martin Histab was finishing tidying up the locker room when Tom Norris's voice rang out.

TOM NORRIS: "-Nooooo...not that! Please!"

At the back of the stadium, the team had pulled Tom out of his team mascot disguise. An empty blue barrel connected to several pipes - usually used to hold water to cool team players during the game - stood in front of Tom. Steven, like a king, opened the barrel.

STEVEN TOPPER: "- Tom...go! Just a head..."

He was encouraged by the rest of the players. Two players lifted Tom off the ground and threw him inside the barrel to the team's roars of laughter. In this barrel? The ultimate humiliation. Steven closed the barrel with Tom inside. On the lid was a small hatch.

STEVEN TOPPER: "-Now...it's up to us guys!"

At his words, each player took some kind of tablet. A few minutes later, the players began complaining of stomach aches and rushed to the barrel while pulling down their pants and underwear, before fitting each pipe to their asses. A concerto of farts echoed in the pipes and flooded the barrel where Tom was struggling and coughing until he vomited. Then the farts got louder and louder, until they turned into a jet of liquid shit that the barrel caught.

Inside the barrel he was locked in, Tom Norris found himself doused in brownish, sour shit. You could hear his coughing and vomiting echoing from inside. Steven was red with effort and encouraged his team to shit even more.

For 1 hour, the players emptied their ass, and Tom was soaking in a barrel of shit. Each player took out the hose and wiped themselves with Tom's clothes before throwing them through the small trap door located on the lid of the barrel. Steven closed everything, and with a vicious blow, he rolled the barrel on the ground: each player decided to throw the barrel at arm's length until it fell and broke on the ground. A puddle of shit flowed to the floor, and in the middle Tom was just a statue of shit, unable to recover. He was filmed by the players and left to his fate.

It was only later that Martin learned that Tom Norris had tried to make the team lose by mixing drinkable water from the barrel with a powerful laxative... Unfortunately, he had been denounced before taking action. Since then, Martin never heard from Tom again.

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PART BY @submissivegayfrenchboy

STEVEN : "Wow you are beautiful! I've never found you as handsome as now! I mean, now that my sublime shit is covering your filthy face, your almost pretty to look at. Yeah, I'd rather look at my own shit on your face."

Those were the last words Tom heard. What followed was a series of humiliating and degrading events. After the baseball team players farted and shit on him on it in the barrel they locked him in, Tom Norris was dumped on the field. Evidently Steven, Lewis and all the players on the baseball team took pictures and videos of Tom lying in shit which covered his whole body. No sooner had he returned home than his parents had already seen the photos on social networks, since his identity had been revealed.

The next day, Tom was kicked out of high school for trying to make losing the high school baseball team. This reason was enough to make him leave high school. He had to recover his belongings under the eyes of his classmates who made fun of him and called him "the shit eater". Steven and his eight friends attended the scene while losers licked their shoes: they looked like lords watching a peasant being humiliated by the crowd for a crime he had not committed.

Yes, of course Tom had done nothing wrong. He had had the audacity to consider losing his team. Naively, he had thought he had the support of another nerd victim of bullying. Except that the nerds were not in solidarity with each other: the young nerd had found it more strategic to denounce Tom to Steven in order to get into his good graces. Rewarded by getting the job as Steven's shoe-licker, the young nerd didn't feel guilty about what was happening to Tom Norris.

Although poor, Tom's parents had the idea to sue Steven's family. However, they quickly abandoned this project. On the other hand, Philipp Topper had no intention of letting go of a poor young boy who had tried to make fun of Steven and his team. He attacks a lawsuit against the Norris family, which went badly for Tom.

On one side was a handsome, tall, healthy straight white man, whose grades were excellent (thanks to the fact that his homework was done by losers), loved by teachers and respected by high school students, and supported by the principal and by the coach of the baseball team. He's the captain of the high school baseball team, president of the student club and contender for the title of King of the Class, son of the richest man in town, a millionaire who gave jobs to a lot of citizens. and who participated in the beautification of the city.

On the other, we have a skinny little boy that no teacher really knows, who has no friends, and who is poor in addition to being ugly. The worst part was that he was exposed as a boy who likes to roll around in shit and eat players' ass. Who would the jury believe? The answer was obvious. Tom didn't have a lawyer. The court-appointed lawyer had fallen ill. Obviously. Nobody knew that he had been paid by Philipp Topper to facilitate a lawsuit yet won in advance.

For his part, Steven and his teammates each had a lawyer. 9 lawyers against 0 lawyers. Tom was the first to defend himself, telling the bullying he had suffered, and the fact that the shit on his body was from the players, but not because of the laxative he wanted to put in their water. He denounced their taking of a tablet which had pissed them off. However, instead of moving the jury with his account of the physical and mental torture suffered, he makes them laugh: he is just a loser!

Afterwards, the coach, the director Mr Bigging and several nerds (forced to do that by Steven and his friends) came to the players' defense, and each of the players testified. They said shitting on Tom was just a way to get revenge for the laxative he made them take. As they had won their match, this revenge was considered fair and equitable by the jury. Tom lost the case and was sentenced to pay 4 million dollars divided between the 9 players, and was sentenced to a term of work of interest which Steven was to fix (as captain of the team having suffered the moral and physical damage) for an undetermined time.

Too poor to try to overturn the verdict and prolong the trial, Tom Norris' parents were forced to accept defeat. They never saw their son Tom again. This one was taken to a rotten motel. Rundown, dirty, smelly and inhospitable, this motel had been bought by Steven Topper who wanted to practice ordering poor people. It would soon be his daily life to have to manage businesses indirectly, and he had taken pleasure in buying this shabby hotel from a fat poor man who owned it. Steven had made the previous owner the manager of the motel, and this man in his fifties had to accept having a boss who was not even 18 years old. Although dominated by the Topper fortune, it was still impressive for Tom. This one was forced for the reconstruction of the motel alone. Even though he was thin and small, he was the one who had to do the reconstruction work, under the eyes of the fat manager who gave Tom the right to massage his stinking, callused feet as a break.

Located on a highway, this motel served above all as public toilets for: bikers, old guys dressed in leather that made their asses sweaty ; to the truckers, usually fat, hairy, dirty and infrequent men; to migrant workers, from South America or Africa, who liked to humiliate little whites boys like Tom. Suffice to say that the wimp Tom Norris was easy prey for them. Steven Topper had ordered the repair of the pipes for the end of the work, obliging Tom to serve as a human toilet for the drivers and workers.

From morning till night, every day of the week, Tom was being crushed by huge stinky asses that already smelled like shit before they even shit in his face. Kilograms of shit were swallowed by Tom to the point that his belly was distended by the difficult to digest droppings. If he wanted to get a medicine to soothe stomach pain, he had to be particularly effective in licking the feet of the manager to whom he was a slave. The dead skin had to be removed with his teeth but without hurting him, the toes had to be sucked with love, the toenails had to be carefully cut. For Tom, it was a nightmare but he had to pretend to find it pleasant if he didn't want to be punished.

Quickly, the motel became a friendly place for migrants, workers and bikers. Everyone took pleasure in coming to humiliate a weak, miserable, thin white boy who was choking under kilos of shit. Used to eating fast food and having to hold back the shit, these fat, poor, stinky men poured all their gas, burps, and poo all over Tom's scared little head. Tom being the only toilet available, the big hairy men waited while chatting with the manager around a fire: this motel became a favorite place. It used to be that truck drivers only stopped to get gas and piss or shit.

The reputation of the slave whose name they didn't know (and they didn't care about Tom's well-being) brought in even more customers. This pleased Steven, who acceded to Tom's request. This was paid a symbolic 1 $ per man for whom it served as a toilet. Since his debt amounted to 4 million dollars, he would have to lick 4 million asses!

In order to speed up the repayment of the debt, he had asked the manager to plead his case with Steven. For that, Tom had to suck the fat manager's stinky cock. But it was worth it because Steven accepted that Tom was paid for other tasks. Thus, customers who slept at the motel could, for 2 $, have their ass or armpits licked. With no drain, Tom's tongue was the only way for them to shower. Tom managed to become really good at licking bodies, he became less and less disgusted by the stench of heavy workers' sweat. He had become capable of swallowing tons of shit in record time and licking several customers a night.

Miraculously, Tom Norris managed to repay his debt, and the manager made the mistake of telling him. When Tom began telling customers that he was being held at the motel against his will, the manager notified the Topper family, who gave the manager permission to make up for his misconduct by making sure Tom continued to be efficient without being a of problem. So the manager had Tom's vocal cords cut.

Now it was impossible for him to scream when an ass sat on his little face for too long. Above all, it was impossible for him to hope to obtain outside help. The manager could therefore have fun whipping Tom without risking hearing his cries. It was enjoyable. Moreover, even if they were poor, the customers took so much pleasure in having their ass licked or shit on a little boy that they tipped more and more. They didn't mind enriching the Toppers further because it was a way of thanking them for allowing them to use a human toilet legally. This served the interests of the Toppers who were becoming popular even among the poor. This money was used by the Topper family to buy an electric collar for Tom: if he tried to flee the motel, he would be electrified.

Tom was living a nightmare, but Steven had no mercy for him given that, on the other hand, his father had employees working in the mines. Suffice to say that the rich did not see their employees as human, and liked to humiliate the poor. And Tom was paying the consequences of his failed attempt to rebel against Steven.

For his part, Martin Histab was freed from the constraints linked to the organization of courses for the players of the baseball team. The players had resumed lessons and had been awarded good marks for work that Martin had done for them. Having neglected his own duties, he had fallen. Having lost his position as the top student in high school, he had to give way to Steven whose grades were the best in high school even though the vast majority of his grades were due to Martin working for him.

In high school, the main topic of conversation was the prom. Steven Topper had nerds campaigning for him, even if it was still a foregone conclusion. Who would dare to vote against him?

The ball was themed "Steven Topper". Obviously, the gymnasium was transformed into a ballroom, and the works created by the Plastic Arts Club to pay homage to Steven Topper were installed there to decorate. Everything was done to magnify Steven.

In parallel with preparing for the prom, the final year students had to concentrate on their final exam. Also, the last checks were very important to get the last good grades of the year. Steven regularly forced Martin to stand in front of him so he could copy on his sheet. He looked at his copy without being especially discreet but the teachers never dared to reproach him for it.

Shortly before the end of the year, it was also time to empty the locker rooms. The baseball team was changing in the locker room when Martin arrived, forced by the coach to clean up the players' belongings one last time before giving them back to keep them as souvenirs, especially their jerseys. Arrived in the locker room, Martin was still as embarrassed to see these male bodies in front of him stripping without any shame or embarrassment. When Steven took off his jersey and found himself shirtless, Martin, who wasn't even gay, stopped to admire his muscles.

STEVEN : "What do you have to watch me? You look at my muscles, right? Yeah, I'm sure you have nothing on your body!"

Jealous and admiring of his rival's male body, Martin was forced by the players to remove his top, and everyone laughed at him when they saw his torso which had no muscles. He had just a little fat.

STEVEN: "Don't worry, you're skinny there but if it happens you'll be fat like your father!"

With their coach, a big belly was synonymous with power because he was authoritarian. But for Finn Histab, Martin's father, a big belly symbolized his weakness, especially compared to the muscles of Philipp Topper, Steven's magnificent father. Martin was glad his dad didn't come to the game, it saved him from seeing the two men side by side and realizing how inferior his dad is to Steven's.

Martin Histab was trying to put it into perspective: being made fun of for his appearance wasn't so surprising for a weak nerd like him. He still had the means to catch up by succeeding in passing his exam with a mark higher than that of Steven Topper.

The day of the exam arrived and Martin was unfortunately placed behind Steven. Anyway, no one would have risked copying that day. Everyone was bent over their copy when Martin sniffed a foul odor. He looked for where the smell could come from but told himself that there was more important to do. Steven leaned back in his chair and dropped a pen on Martin's table. Martin knew very well that Steven would never bend down to pick up his pen, even if it was because of him that the pen had fallen on the floor.

So Martin ducked under his chair to look for his pen at Steven's feet. It was then that he saw two huge brown marks on the soles of Steven's shoes. Sniffling, Martin understood what it was. This smell and this material were similar to those which he had had to clean off Mr. Bigging's soles: dog shit! That explained the stench. He tried to tell Steven about it. He could also have taken revenge by letting this handsome man keep dog shit on his feet, but several months of submission had taught him to fear Steven's reaction. This one could very well have held Martin responsible for not having warned him about the dog shit on his shoes. Frightened at the idea that Steven takes revenge on him, Martin warns him. Steven ordered him to clean up.

MARTIN HISTAB : "But I don't have a towel!"

STEVEN TOPPER : "Well, I don't know, improvise, just use your tongue, it's wet!"

MARTIN HISTAB: "Please Steven, I can't do that in the middle of the exam, it takes time. I'll do it afterwards, I promise."

STEVEN TOPPER : "Do it now and you'll waste less time. I better see nothing on my soles by the time the exam is over. Or I'll find you a fate worse than Tom Norris's."

Steven's naturally authoritative tone urged Martin to obey. He was less afraid of the consequences of failing the final exam than of his refusal to obey. Ignoring Tom's fate pushed him into his choice. True, the official version was that Tom had left for a new high school, but few people believed it. Martin could have asked to go out for towels, but any exit from the exam was final.

How lucky the students are so focused on their exam paper, Martin thought. He was so quiet and unobtrusive that no one noticed he was lying on the ground licking dog shit off the soles of Steven Topper's shoes. Nobody except Mr. Bigging who had access to the high school surveillance cameras. When he saw this, he couldn't believe it. Without knowing the real situation, it looked like it was Martin who purposely dropped his pen just to end up at Steven's feet and ask him to feed on dog shit on his shoes. What a loser, this Martin! This one was in pain because the taste of dog shit was awful. He started by licking the shit to moisten it so he could eat it faster. Shit covered the entire surface of both soles, and Steven has big feet. Suffice to say, there was a lot of shit to lick off Steven's shoes. He then begins to pick up the pace of his licking, trying not to vomit and cry.

From his armchair, director Bigging gets sucked off by his assistant whom he recruited for his ability to suck his dick without complaining. While enjoying the blowjob from his faggot, the principal watches the dog shit licking eagerness. From the camera, he believes that Martin is going fast because he likes it so much, when in fact Martin is going fast just to get back to his exam paper.

As for Steven, he has long since forgotten that Martin licks his shoe soles, because it is normal for him to have someone at his feet while he is working. Either way, Martin is worth less to him than the dog shit he's licking. Once sufficiently moistened by his licking, Martin swallows the shit and chews it. He even licks up the traces of shit that has fallen on the ground to avoid arousing suspicion.

Once the shit is completely swallowed, Martin has a stomach ache. He licks the soles one last time to make sure they are clean. Then, he goes back to his seat but the dog shit makes him burp loudly and stinky. This earned him ridicule from his comrades. If he was hoping to invite a girl to the ball, he failed! Unfortunately, the time is almost up and he has written almost nothing on his copy.

Crying in his corner after the end of the ordeal, Martin sees Steven come near him. He tells him he's sorry he didn't thank him for licking his shoes. He accompanies Martin to his locker, but once he opens it, Steven steals his phone and pushes it into his locker!

Martin pushes the door open and resists Steven's pressure, but Steven is stronger. Just before locking Martin in the locker, he sticks a ball of paper in his mouth. Soft and liquid, it is stinky.

STEVEN TOPPER: "A present from Lewis's dog, enjoy the ball, my little loser!"

Then Steven closes the locker door and keeps the padlock key with him. He uses Martin's phone to send a message to his parents pretending to be their son, telling them he won't be home for three days. In three days, it's the ball.

Martin is stuck in his own locker three days from prom. Huge dog shit is in his mouth and Steven had prepared duct tape to stop Martin from spitting out the shit he has in his mouth. The locker is too narrow for him to knock into it to make it clear he's stuck inside. The smell coming from his locker causes the students to move away from the locker, making it difficult for him to be heard when he begs for help. He can't stop himself from peeing and pooping on himself, and starts going crazy with the stench, his own and that of dog shit starting to flow down his throat.

The high school is closed two days before the prom, and the high school losers are in charge of organizing the last decorations as well as installing a red carpet. On the evening of the ball, the music and the discussions of the students prevent them from hearing the muffled cries of poor Martin.

However, he manages to hear that Steven has generously prepared a montage of the best moments of high school fun. However, the moments of fun in high school are those where he and the other jocks humiliated losers. Suddenly, Martin realizes there is a risk that the video of him chewing dog shit will make it into the edit. There are bound to be photos and videos of what Tom went through, but this one is already something of a legend among high school losers.

Martin had managed to rise in the social hierarchy by assisting the baseball team. But eating dog shit on the soles of the most beautiful student in high school is the ultimate humiliation, in addition to having failed his final exam!

In the hallway, he hears students cheering for Mr. Philipp Topper, Steven's beautiful father. Dressed in a very chic suit, he is seated on a throne on a stage, a final way of showing that his son is about to be elected King of the high school class. The high school losers, fags, and nerds have been forced by Steven and the jocks to serve as servants at the ball: they'll be the ones tidying up and cleaning up after the guests, and they're responsible for serving drinks to the handsome high school students, to massage their feet on request. Martin knows that the minutes are counted before the launch of the video editing where he will inevitably be humiliated. He remembers that it was he who had saved Tom Norris from the locker where he had been locked up for more than a week with smelly socks in his mouth and dirty underpants on his head.

He's covered in dog shit and his own shit, but he has to do everything to keep the students from seeing that he licked the dog shit off Steven's soles.

Will Martin manage to be released in time?

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PART BY @bat-woodfeet-us

Martin tries to force the locker with all his weight. A low weight that did little to advance things. Meanwhile, the evening progressed. An evening where the social categories were divided, giving a good evening only to the most advantaged. As all hope seems to crumble, Martin finds himself tossed about in all directions; someone seems to be trying to free him...or something. Martin feels like he's in the drum of a washing machine. Then everything stops.

LEWIS: "Ladies and gentlemen! Discover our king's jester without further delay!"

Suddenly, the door opens, Martin is propelled in the middle of the room, surrounded by all the well-to-do high school students who hold their noses and recoil under the pestinant smell of Martin. Martin is on his knees, in his clothes stained with his own shit. Two team players had taken the locker back to the ballroom to formalize Martin's new status, as the Topper alphas looked on. Steven had already been crowned King of the prom since he wears the crown on his head.

Everyone laughed at Martin, who, instead of running away, just remained curled up on himself, his hands over his ears and his eyes closed. A terrible nightmare that ended in a brutal fainting.

When he woke up, Martin still hoped that it was all a bad dream. He woke up in the school infirmary. An IV in his arm. Troubled voices in the hallway. Martin fell asleep again.

On the second awakening, Martin appeared to be in what appeared to be a bedroom, but not his own. He also noticed that he was resting on a kind of floor cushion. In this room of posters of international baseball players, an emblem of the high school team...Martin didn't understand a thing. His head hurt terribly, his whole body was sore with tension. Suddenly, the door opens wide. Steven throws his bag across the room and immediately comes to squat beside the still weakened Martin.

STEVEN TOPPER, shaking Martin with one hand: -Hey...that's it! Are you finally awake? I don't believe it... you're mine for life...."

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Wha...what? What are you talking about...."

STEVEN TOPPER: "-You're my property...my father bought you and now you're mine! A fucking real slave! The good life is mine!"

Martin gets up weakly...and sees his reflection in the door mirror. Heaven! He has been completely shaved: hair, eyebrows...no hair left and his skin is pale. Martin wears an electric collar around his neck and falls back to the ground in panic, while Steven laugh.

Everything is going too fast. Martin tries to understand: is he Steven's property? Martin takes the document Steven hands him:

<Slave contract. Mr. Finn Histab declares to bequeath his child, Martin Histab, to Mr. Steven Topper. At the signing of the two parts of this act:

Martin Histab will owe loyalty, servitude to Steven Topper.

Martin Histab will be stripped of all his identity in the eyes of the State.

Martin Histab will also lose all human rights and will not be able to make any decision whatsoever without the authority of Mr. Steven Topper.

Martin Histab will be unable to reverse the effect of this act.>

Martin thought it was a joke, but the signature at the bottom of the sheet was his father's. The date was 3 days before the ball. But why ? Martin thought he was fainting again, but Steven shook him...at the end of a leash.

STEVEN TOPPER: "-Go! Carwl at my feet!"

Steven ordered by pulling the leash, which forced Martin to follow him on all fours. They went down to the kitchen where Mr Philippe Topper was quietly reading the newspaper.

PHILIPP TOPPER: "So son! Proud of your first slave?"

He said this almost ignoring Martin as Steven dragged him through the kitchen.

PHILIPP TOPPER: "Don't forget that you have to train him this afternoon..."

STEVEN TOPPER: "Train him? Dad...I've bullied him for months..."

PHILIPP TOPPER: "-Steven! Training is a plus for Mart-...well for your slave...did you find a name for him?"

STEVEN TOPPER: "- Yeah... I'm thinking of calling him Poop... I don't know yet..."

PHILIPP TOPPER: "- Anyway... never mind. But now you're responsible for him. So, be a true Topper!"

STEVEN TOPPER : "Don't worry Dad..."

Martin was still flabbergasted. He was poured a filthy mash into a bowl that Steven forced him to eat, crushing his head in the mash with his foot. Then he took him up to his room to give him a whole bunch of ridiculous orders.

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HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

écrite en collaboration avec mon cher ami @bat-woodfeet-us

L'histoire que vous avez lire est une nouvelle collaboration entre moi et mon très cher ami @bat-woodfeet-us avec qui j'ai déjà écrit plusieurs histoires. L'histoire LE PÉDÉ DU LYCÉE DE RIVERDALE est sans doute la meilleure de mes histoires, en tout cas l'une de mes meilleures histoires. C'est en tout cas l'une des histoires qui a reçu le plus de likes.

Cette histoire vous fera aimer l'une de mes dernières histoires, que j'ai écrite avec mon cher ami @leftprogrammingroadtripdean. Avec lui, j'ai récemment écrit une fiction dans laquelle un pédé doit servir des mâles alphas hétérosexuels. Avec @bat-woodfeet-us, c'est plutôt une histoire où un intello sert des sportifs. J'espère que cela vous plaira.

N'hésitez pas à mettre des likes, des commentaires ou à rebloguer cette histoire. Je n'écrit pas pour les likes, pas plus que mes collaborateurs, mais cela nous encourage à continuer, car nous livrons sur Tumblr des fantasmes très intimes. En tout cas, les fictions sur le harcèlement au lycée sont géniales car elles permettent la créativité. Mon ami et moi ne nous sommes donc imposés aucune limite pour cette histoire.

LES INTELLOS, ESCLAVES DES SPORTIFS

PARTIE PAR @bat-woodfeet-us

Au lycée, la loi délaisse souvent la force intellectuelle et penche généralement vers la force physique...au désarroi de Martin qui n'avait jamais su comprendre cette "injustice". Dans sa vision de la vie, les "grosses têtes" devraient gouverner dans le lycée et non ces gros bras fêtards et transpirants de testotérone qui ne lui arrivent même pas à la cheville...et qui - il en était persuadé - finiront leur vie dans des sous-metiers, pendant que lui serait bien trop haut placé pour s'en préoccuper.

Oui ! Un jour, Martin aura un tier de ses personnes sous ses ordres : une idée jubilatoire qui rassurait le petit et frêle intello du bahut qui - en attendant son heure de gloire - rasait les murs des couloirs pour ne pas attirer les mauvaises intentions de ceux à qui il prevoyait un avenir moins scintillant qu'aujourd'hui...

"- Tiens, tiens...mais qui voilà ?", résonna la voix de Steven: le capitaine de l'équipe de baseball du lycée.

Un rustre et brutal personnage qui n'a aucun mérite aux yeux de Martin. Il s'attire les bonnes choses rien que part la réputation et la fortune de ses parents, qui n'ont pas hésité à jouer de leurs atouts pour caser leur fils dans la meilleure place...et tout ça sans que celui-ci bouge le petit doigt. Martin déteste Steven, non seulement parce qu'il malmenait les gens comme lui, mais parce qu'il héritera d'une vie aisé sans avoir fournit le moindre effort...

"- Non, pitié Steven...", résonna une autre voix derrière la porte des toilettes.

Martin entra discrètement. Des affaires et un sac était éparpillé sur le sol, menant jusqu'à une cabine où la conversation se poursuivait.

STEVEN : "Pitié? Tu as eu pitié, toi ? Pour m'avoir fait de la merde sur mon dernier devoir ?"

"-Je ne comprends pas...j-je ferais mieux la prochaine fois..."

STEVEN : "-La prochaine fois ? Qui te dit qu'il y aura une prochaine fois ? Mets ta tête !"

Martin resta à l'écart, écoutant les sanglots et supplication de l'élève, avant d'entendre un bruyant pet résonner et couper court à ses complaintes. Aussitôt, des toussotements et la voix de Steven reprit.

STEVEN : - C'est ça ! Étouffes toi ! J'ai pas fini..."

Steven dit cela avant de reproduire un bruit encore plus sale. Martin se glissa dans la cabine voisine et jeta un oeil par-dessus la cloison.

"Oh dieu !" Il pensa en voyant Steven assis sur les toilettes, coinçant la tête d'un élève dans la cuvette.

STEVEN : "- MMmmmmm...tiens ! Regardes moi ça !"

Steven poussa avant de larguer sa grosse merde matinale en pleine face de l'élève qui se crispa. Steven se mit à rire. Martin resta bouche bée. Comment Steven pouvait faire subir ça aux autres ? Il prit son téléphone et filma la scène...cette preuve ne pourrait que faire réagir les enseignants et les responsables de cette école.

Quelques jours plus tard, Martin est invité a quitter son cour de biologie pour rejoindre le bureau du directeur...mais il y retrouva Steven, décontracté sur une chaise, semblant même en pleine discution avec le directeur qui reprit de la froideur à l'arrivée de Martin.

LE DIRECTEUR DU LYCÉE : "-Asseyez vous...Bon...j'imagine que vous savez pourquoi je vous ais convoqué ?"

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PARTIE PAR @submissivegayfrenchboy

Martin n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'il faisait ici. Face à lui, le directeur du lycée, Monsieur Bigging, était plutôt imposant. Grand et gros, âgé d'une quarantaine d'années, il était un être supérieur aux yeux de Martin. Il faut dire que Martin vénère les supérieurs hiérarchiques. Persuadé qu'il vaut mieux se mettre les professeurs de son côté, il n'aime rien de plus que les flatter pour être aimé d'eux. Martin est aussi ambitieux et intelligent, mais il sait qu'il faudra être obsèquieux s'il veut pouvoir réussir dans la vie. Pour ce qui est du directeur du lycée, Martin, sans être gay, le considère comme un homme qui mérite d'être vénéré par tous. Il s'asseoit face au directeur, à côté de Steven, et répond qu'il n'est pas au courant de la raison pour laquelle il a été convoqué.

MONSIEUR BIGGING, directeur du lycée : "Martin, tu es un élève vraiment brillant. Face à toi tu as le privilège d'être assis à côté de Monsieur Steven Topper, capitaine de l'équipe de baseball du lycée. Il se trouve que l'équipe va organiser les portes ouvertes du lycée et ce sera l'occasion de présenter l'équipe de baseball aux parents des futurs élèves. Un match sera organisé et il faut absolument que l'équipe du lycée gagne ! C'est pourquoi j'ai besoin de vous, Martin !"

MARTIN : "Je ne comprend pas, monsieur, vous voudriez que je joue dans l'équipe ?"

MR BIGGING : "Non, bien sûr que non."

STEVEN TOPPER : "Le prend pas mal, mais si tu était là on perdrait sûrement notre match 😂"

MONSIEUR BIGGING : "Martin, le coach doit se concentrer sur l'entraînement des joueurs et Monsieur Topper doit se focaliser sur son talent de joueur de baseball. Bien évidemment monsieur Topper est excellent dans absolument tout ce qu'il entreprend, à l'instar des prestigieux membres de sa famille. Cependant, il faut quelqu'un pour soulager les joueurs de leur charge de travail"

Martin ne comprenait toujours pas ce que l'on attendait de lui pour le match.

MONSIEUR BIGGING : "Les joueurs vont devoir s'entraîner dûr s'ils veulent réussir. Menés par notre excellent capitaine, l'équipe est certaine de gagner. Mais malgré mon immense respect pour Monsieur Topper, je ne peut pas risquer une défaite qui entacherait notre réputation, étant donné que nous avons pratiquement toujours gagné. Ainsi, les joueurs vont peu assister aux cours. Je leur ai donné ma permission. Cependant, je voudrais que vous aidiez les joueurs en faisant des choses pour eux."

MARTIN : "Des choses comme quoi, Monsieur ?"

MONSIEUR BIGGING : "Eh bien, Martin, tu es l'un des élèves les plus studieux de ce lycée donc les tâches ne devraient pas être trop compliqués pour un garçon comme toi. Il faudra écrire les leçons des joueurs dans leurs cahiers puisqu'ils ne pourront pas assister aux cours, les aider à réviser pour les contrôles, les aider à travailler leurs présentations orales, leur faire des résumés des livres à lire.... Comprends bien que je ne te demanderai pas d'aider les héros du lycée si je ne te faisait pas confiance. Et c'est le généreux Monsieur Topper qui t'a recommandé. Tu devrais le remercier."

STEVEN TOPPER : "Oui, tu es un garçon intelligent alors un homme comme moi sait reconnaître les garçons compétents et utiles."

MARTIN : "Merci Steven pour ta confiance."

STEVEN : "En tant que capitaine de l'équipe de baseball du lycée tu dois m'appeler "Monsieur" ".

MARTIN : "Pardon Monsieur. Merci monsieur pour pour votre confiance. J'en suis honoré."

Steven donna une petite claque affectueuse au visage de Martin comme il aurait fait à un chien, avant de balancer son sac à dos à Martin dans lequel se trouvait ses affaires. Il lui dit de lui ramener son sac chez lui quand il aura terminé de recopier ses cours. Puis, il quitta le bureau du directeur, mais s'arrêta devant la porte. Aussitôt, le directeur alla ouvrir la porte à Steven et le remercia d'être venu dans son bureau et s'excusa si cela avait été trop long.

Martin n'en revenait pas : Monsieur Bigging s'était montré très servile envers Steven qui n'est qu'un simple élève. Puis, il retourne s'asseoir et pose ses pieds sur son bureau dans une position dominante. Martin ne sait plus quoi penser du directeur : face à Steven il se montre soumis, face à lui il est dominant. Martin en profite pour lui demander s'il peut faire quelque chose pour lui, s'il a besoin de quoi que ce soit. Le directeur lui ordonne d'aller lui chercher un café. Martin est habitué à utilisé la machine car c'est lui qui prépare le café des professeurs et leur apporte à chaque début de cours pour leur prouver sa soumission.

Quand il revient dans le bureau, Mr Bigging lui dit qu'il devra chercher les sacs des joueurs après les cours pour écrire la leçon du jour dans leurs cahiers, et ce pour le reste de la semaine. Martin n'en revient pas : vas t-il vraiment devoir rentrer chez lui avec tous les sacs des 9 joueurs de l'équipe sur le dos ?

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PARTIE PAR @bat-woodfeet-us

La semaine fut longue. Martin avait accomplit sa tâche; chaque jour il écrivait les huit cahiers, en plus de ses devoirs. Les nuits furent courte et lorsqu'arrrivait le vendredi soir, Martin s'écroula sur son lit.

Bzzz bzzzz bzzzz... Son téléphone vibre.

Il s'agit d'un message de Steven : [<Les gars et moi n'avons plus d'affaire propre pour le prochain entrainement. Viens les récupérer. On en a besoin pour demain !!! >]

Martin répondit : [<Désolé pour vous, mais je suis déjà chez-moi. Mr Bigging ne m'a pas parlé que je devais m'occuper de ça...>]

Quelques minutes et le portable retentit à nouveau. [<Ramènes ton cul !>]

Martin soupira. Il s'apprêta à répondre, mais effaça son message et essaya de relativiser avant de finalement repartir au gymnase de l'école. Il arpenta les couloirs, écoutant l'échos des voix bruyantes des joueurs de l'équipe. Martin s'avança jusqu'au vestiaire où les gars terminaient de s'habiller.

Un silence brutal survint. Les regards se tournèrent vers Martin. "- Hey !  La femme de menage est enfin arrivé !", s'exclama l'un des joueurs avant de faire rire la gallerie.

"Vas-y ! Entre...le sac est là-bas !", dit-il en montrant un sac de linge débordant de chaussettes sales, de coquille de protection et de tout un tas d'autres vêtements et sous-vêtements souillés par la sueur et autres fluides que Martin préférait ignorer.

Cependant, il avança jusqu'à ce sac, et pendant qu'il commençait à le prendre en main, on continuait de le remplir...quitte à remplir les poches de Martin et de lui dire "au revoir" d'un bon coup de main derrière la nuque. Même Steven ne lui adressa pas plus d'attention.

Martin se retrouva seul dans le vestiaire. Il essaya de fermer le sac avec énervement; jamais on ne l'avait autant prit pour une bonne à tout faire. Fatigué par sa semaine et par ce sac qui refusait de fermer, il envoya tout foutre en l'air.

"-Mmmmm...aide....mmmm...quelmmmmqu'un...", résonna une voix qui semblait étouffée.

Martin se rapprocha et se retrouva devant un casier.

MARTIN : "-Y a quelqu'un là-dedans ?"

Il demanda et la voix agité reprit de plus belle, mais impossible d'ouvrir; un cadenas à code scellait le casier.

MARTIN : "Il me faut le code..."

Martin, dans la panique, essaya plusieurs combinaisons, mais en vain.

"-Mmmm9...Mmmmmm2....Mmmmm4...."

9-2-4...Martin retira le cadenas et une avalanche de chaussettes nauséabondes, de boxers, de préservatif et de papiers usagés s'effondra. Au milieu de tout ça ? Un mec en sous vêtement, ligoté et baillonné avec un vieux morceau de tissus. L'odeur était insoutenable. Martin reconnu ce pauvre gars...c'était le même que dans les toilettes avec Steven, la dernière fois.

"- Ça va faire une semaine...", s'expliqua le jeune homme, mangeant et buvant dans les stock de l'équipe.

Le jeune garçon : "Une semaine que je respires leur vêtements dégeulasses...chaque jour ils remplissaient le casier...même que certains m'ont asperger de pisse...", finit-il par pleurer.

MARTIN, indigné : -Il faut prevenir le directeur !"

Le jeune garçon : "- N'y penses même pas...il est au courant..."

MARTIN : "-Qu-Quoi ?"

Le jeune garçon : -Mr Bigging m'avait convoqué pour devenir l'assistant de l'équipe...mais les quelques coups de mains se sont vite transformé en un esclavage quotidien...et lorsque j'ai essayer se me plaindre, Mr Bigging faisait exprès de ne pas comprendre...il leur trouvait même des excuses...alors j'ai essayé de tout faire foirer...mais Steven m'est tombé dessus et m'a condamné dans ce casier jusqu'à me rendre docile...tout leur est permis. Steven est un roi, ici."

Martin écouta et se rendit vite compte qu'il se retrouvait dans la même situation. Il essaya de chercher une solution, mais rien ne semblait être possible. Pour le moment, il était cantonné aux devoirs et nouvellement à la lingerie, mais après ? Il paniqua et refusa de finir comme ce garçon qui semblait sortir d'une poubelle.

Le lendemain matin, le téléphone vibra de bonne heure.

Un nouveau message de Steven. [<Où sont nos affaires?>]

Martin, dans son lit, décida de faire le mort.

[<?????>] Toujours rien. Cette fois le téléphone sonna. 1 appel, puis 2, puis 3...Steven semblait s'acharner.

Enfin, un autre message. [<Tu joues de la mauvaise manière...je te croise, t'es mort !>]

Le coeur de Martin battait à son plein. Il fallait trouver la solution et vite. Pour sa securite, il décida de s'absenter: lundi, mardi, mercredi...jeudi...vendredi, un nouveau message.

[<Mr Bigging est au courant de ton manque d'implication...ce serait dommage que les écoles que tu convoites se ferment définitivement pour toi. Tu as 1h pour rappliquer au gymnase...>]

Steven touchait un point sensible. Martin, pris de peur pour son avenir, sortit de sa chambre et retourna au gymnase.

STEVEN, appuyé contre un casier : "-Tiens...tu es vivants finalement... Une semaine d'absence...non justifier...c'est pas bien ça ! Hein, Marty !"

Martin resta devant la porte.

MARTIN, essayant d'impressionner : "-J-je sais ce que tu as fait...  Ce type que vous avez maltraité... vous risquez gros !

STEVEN : "- Gros ? Ah, ah...je crois que tu confonds un peu la situation, bonhomme. Je vais te la faire courte: ma famille a acheté une grande partie des gens de cette ville. À tel point que sans eux, beaucoup de monde coulerait...y compris ce lycée. Alors, tu vois, je suis un peu chez-moi ici...et donc il y a des règles. Et toi...comme tous les autres, tu vas devoir te soumettre. Quand je te dis de venir, tu viens ! Quand je te dis de laver mon linge, tu le laves ! Et même si j'ai envie de couler un bronze dans ta bouche, tu acceptes ! Sans ça...je te gicle en dehors de cette ecole, j'ai ta vie dans le creux de ma main Marty !"

Pendant sa tirade, Steven s'était rapprocher de Martin. Le plaquant presque au mur. Il observait Martin se ratatiner sous son regard, un sourire au lèvre.

STEVEN : -Alors si tu veux reussir...obeis moi ! Un peu comme ton père envers le mien...Ahahah Apparement, vous faites de très bon papier toilette dans ta famille..."

Steven ricana et abaissa Martin sur ses genoux. Martin était à présent flexible, vidé de toute énergie.

STEVEN TOPPER : "Maintenant, si t'es d'accord...tu embrasses mes baskets...tu as tout intérêt à le faire..."

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PARTIE PAR @submissivegayfrenchboy

Martin était apeuré face aux joueurs. Comment ne pas l'être : dans les vestiaires, ces sublimes hommes exposent leurs corps musclés, transpirants, des corps d'hommes. Certains sont plus gros, d'autres plus petits, certains blancs, d'autres sont noirs, la majorité sont hétérosexuels, rares sont les gays. Mais tous ont pour point commun d'être des hommes sportifs et confiants. Même s'il n'est pas petit en taille, Martin est un garçon maigre, et ses connaissances ne font pas le poids face aux corps intimidants de ces beaux jeunes hommes. Il n'a pourtant aucun désir sexuel pour les hommes. Il espère trouver une petite copine, mais la vie au lycée est difficile : il est plus facile pour les mecs musclés et sportifs d'être en couple avec une fille sexy. Les intellos comme lui ne trouvent personne, car même les filles moches rêvent d'être avec un mec musclé. Il a des bonnes notes, cela ne les impressionne-t-elles pas ? C'est pour cela que Martin espère devenir suffisamment riche afin que les femmes plus tard veuillent de lui.

En attendant, il doit se soumettre à Steven. Riche et populaire, beau et sportif, Steven Topper vient de lui ordonner de lui embrasser le dessus de ses chaussures pour se faire pardonner le fait de ne pas avoir répondu immédiatement à ses messages.

Martin, agenouillé, rampe aux pieds de Steven dont il embrasse les chaussures. Sales et puantes, elles lui sont pourtant supérieures, car à l'intérieur se situent les pieds de Steven. Et Steven lui est supérieur. Sous les rires des autres joueurs, amusés par les pleurs de honte de Martin, humilié, le jeune garçon embrasse les chaussures.

Puis, un joueur arrive, seulement une serviette autour de la taille pour couvrir son sexe. Il se plaint du fait que les toilettes sont bouchées et qu'il n'a pas pu chier alors qu'il en a besoin. Steven se tourne vers lui et lui dit qu'il n'a qu'à se servir de Tom, le garçon qui avait été enfermé pendant une semaine dans un casier puant avec des chaussettes pleins la bouche pour l'empêcher de crier. Les nerds inférieurs comme lui méritent tellement d'être leurs esclaves que les joueurs avaient finis par oublier son existence. Quand ils ont découverts que Martin avait libéré Tom sans leur autorisation, ils se sont davantage préoccupé de retrouver leurs chaussettes plutôt que de la santé physique et mentale de ce nerd traumatisé par une semaine dans un casier puant.

Tom, nu et apeuré, ressemble à un verre de terre face à des géants qui s'appr��tent à l'écraser. Le joueur qui a besoin de chier ne voit pas Tom comme un humain égal à lui : tout ce qu'il voit est le fait que Tom dispose d'un trou sur son visage (sa bouche) et que son corps dispose d'un endroit où mettre sa merde (son ventre).

Il colle donc la tête de Tom dans son cul, un joueur met son pied derrière la tête de Tom pour l'empêcher de sortir du cul, et deux autres prennent chacun un bras pour lui faire mal et le contraindre à ouvrir la bouche. Ils tirent très fort sur ses bras, et, en voulant crier de douleur, Tom ouvre la bouche.

Le sportif qui avait besoin de chier en profite pour faire tomber ses crottes dans l'estomac du loser. Une avalanche de merde s'enfonce dans la gorge de Tom, et quand il a enfin fini de chier, le beau sportif lâche plusieurs pets puants sur le visage de Tom. Pour le beau sportif, Tom n'est pas un humain, c'est une toilette humaine. Est ce que l'on remercie ses toilettes après avoir chié dedans ? Non.

Alors le beau sportif laisse Tom dans son coin en train de mâcher les innombrables crottes. Une chaussette puante autour de la bouche l'empêche de cracher ou de vomir les crottes. Tom pouvant crier, 3 joueurs en profitent pour l'emmener dans les douches pour lui pisser dessus. C'est tellement amusant de pisser sur un misérable dans défense ! Le beau sportif dit qu'il va devoir retourner aux toilettes pour aller s'essuyer le cul.

STEVEN TOPPER : "mec, pourquoi t'embêter à y retourner quand on a du papier toilette ici ? Martin a les capacités génétiques pour lécher des culs. Je veut dire, c'est un lèchecul des profs mais là je parle d'un vrai lécheur de cul. Il paraît que son père est excellent dans ce rôle là. C'est ce que mon père m'a dit en tout cas."

Martin souffre des rires des 6 autres joueurs qui s'amusent de savoir que le père de Martin a lèché le cul de son patron Mr Topper, le père de Steven. Le beau joueur ne perd pas de temps et enfonce son cul sur celui de Martin, qui doit lèché la raie du cul d'un inconnu. Un peu de merde tombe sur sa langue, avec un mélange de sueur et de poils.

Après avoir lèché le cul du beau joueur, Martin est épuisé. Steven retire alors son tee-shirt et expose un torse musclé. Quoique plutôt grand pour son âge, Martin fait au moins une tête de moins que Steven. Maigre, il n'a rien du physique athlétique de Steven qui s'affiche sans problème. Pourquoi ne le ferait-il pas, lui qui affole les filles par sa présence. Mêmes les enseignantes le désirent. Les neuf joueurs balancent leur sacs de cours au visage de Martin, qui se met à les porter sur son dos. Il se sent misérable. Son visage a une odeur de cul, son haleine sent la merde, il doit porter neuf lourds sacs de cours, et en plus il va devoir rapporter chez lui les affaires de sports des joueurs de l'équipe de baseball de son lycée. Heureusement son père est compréhensif.

Après avoir fait le chemin sous les moqueries des passants qui s'étonnent de voir un garçon porter neuf sacs sur son dos, Martin est rentré chez lui pour se laver le visage. Pourtant lorsque son père arrive du travail, tard dans la soirée, Martin est occupé à réécrire les leçons des joueurs dans leurs cahiers. Il a déjà profité de l'absence de son père pour mettre des affaires des joueurs à laver, il n'aurait plus qu'à les repasser et les plier. C'est vrai, il est devenu un homme de ménage. Cela contredit son ambition de devenir un patron d'entreprise un jour.

Finn Histab, le père de Martin, arrive vers 23 h. Contrairement à son fils unique grand et maigre, Finn Histab est un homme d'une quarantaine d'années, petit et rond.

FINN HISTAB : "Désolé, fiston, je n'ai pas vu l'heure passer. Mon si gentil patron, le vénérable Monsieur Topper, m'a demandé de rester travailler sur des dossiers à finir pour demain. Quel homme charmant ! Il est si drôle, haha,.. Je me rappelle encore de la blague qu'il a faite ce matin, en réunion, j'ai rit....!!!"

Martin, en fils obéissant, apporte un verre d'eau à son père et lui fait un bisou sur la joue. Il remarque alors que son père a une drôle d'odeur. Puis, il remarque qu'il y a une trace marron sur le nez de son père. Il prévient à son père, qui le rassure en disant que ce n'est que du chocolat. Mais son fils ne le croit pas. Au fond de lui, une conviction se renforce : et si Monsieur Topper avait réellement obligé Finn Histab à lécher son cul au travail, comme l'affirme Steven ?

Cela confirmerait les soupçons de Martin sur la raison pour laquelle sa mère a quitté son père. Il y a quatre ans, quand Martin en avait 13, sa mère Susanna est partie de la maison. Elle n'a eu aucun mal à abandonner Finn pour épouser un riche et grand homme noir musclé. Beau et fortuné, il était un dieu vivant pour Susanna, surtout comparé à son mari qui n'avait jamais réussi dans la vie et lui avait donné un fils dont elle avait honte. Lorsqu'elle s'était installé dans la gigantesque villa de son nouveau mari, Susanna vaut vécu un rêve éveillée. Elle était traitée en Reine, tout ce qu'elle avait de contraignant à faire était de sucer l'énorme bite de son époux, mais cela n'était pas vraiment désagréable. C'était bien moins désagréable que de faire semblant d'aimer son précédent mari.

Ami de Monsieur Topper, le nouvel époux de Susanna, Monsieur DeShawn Bigcock avait accédé à sa requête lorsqu'elle lui avait demandé de laisser vivre Martin avec eux. Cependant, les fils issus du premier mariage de DeShawn Bigcock étaient de grands basketteurs musclés et dominateurs qui s'amusaient à humilier publiquement Martin. En lui pétant au visage durant la nuit et en faisant des blagues comme échanger son dentifrice avec de la crème solaire, mettre de la pisse à la place de son jus de pomme, lui baisser son maillot de bain à la piscine pour exposer sa minuscule bite,... Tout cela avait fait craqué Martin, qui avait préféré rester avec son vrai père.

Malgré son respect et son admiration envers son beau-père, il ne pouvait supporter ses demi-frères qui avaient tout fait pour lui faire quitter la villa. DeShawn Bigcock, pour montrer de la pitié envers son beau-fils - ce garçon blanc inférieur dont le père est un loser - envoyait de l'argent de temps en temps, lui qui était si riche qu'il possédait plusieurs avions, bateaux, villas,.... Martin n'était pas de ce monde. Pourtant, il rêvait d'y accéder. Les hommes riches comme Steven Topper ou ses demi-frères avaient une vie toute tracée. Lui préférait réussir grâce à son intelligence.

La nuit, après avoir fini de réécrire toutes les leçons des neuf joueurs de l'équipe de baseball et avoir lavé leurs vêtements, Martin alla se coucher. Il se mit à s'endormir.

Un cul. Un autre cul. Plusieurs culs étaient face à lui. Ses culs ronds, noirs, blancs, poilus, imberbes, obèses, muscles, se mirent à lui péter dessus. Puis, des torrents de merde se déversent sur son visage !!! Enfoui sous la merde, Martin suffoque, ne peut plus respirer et..... finit par se réveiller !!! C'était un cauchemar, car Martin a été traumatisé par le fait de lécher un cul merdeux, ce même cul ayant déversé sa merde dans la bouche d'un garçon qu'il avait pourtant délivré.

Le lendemain, Martin se rend au lycée, parvient à ranger les neuf sacs de cours des élèves dans leurs casiers des vestiaires, et dépose le sac dans lequel se trouvent les vêtements rangés. Lui, le meilleur élève du lycée, en est réduit à nettoyer des vêtements. Enfin, mieux vaut cela à passer une semaine dans un casier, comme cela a été le cas pour Tom Norris.

Marchant dans les couloirs du lycée avec des cahiers dans les mains, Martin remarque Steven et son meilleur ami Lewis. Jeune homme blanc aux chevaux bruns plus longs que ceux de Steven, il est à peine plus petit que lui mais est presque autant musclé. À l'instar de Steven, les filles du lycée se battent pour pouvoir sucer la bite de Lewis. Si Steven était un Roi, Lewis serait son premier ministre : toujours collé à Steven, Lewis le suit partout où il va, est toujours d'accord avec lui, rit à toutes ses blagues et l'encouragent à humilier les losers du lycée. Rien ne lui apporte plus de plaisir que frapper les losers, leur prendre leur argent, leur péter au visage, les humilier en public...

Martin sait que Steven et Lewis l'ont vu : s'il partait dans le sens inverse, ils lui courraient après. Martin avance alors. Collés contre des casiers, empêchant deux losers de récupérer leurs affaires, Steven et Lewis sont vêtus de teddys aux couleurs du lycée. Martin s'approche, et Lewis tend sa jambe, faisant ainsi tomber Martin par terre. Il tombe comme une merde, en poussant un cri aiguë et faisant tomber ses papiers par terre.

Les élèves explosent de rire, ainsi que les professeurs. Ils n'en ont rien à faire de Martin : c'est un vrai flatteur qui fait tout pour eux, mais ils n'ont aucun respect pour lui. Martin essaye de regrouper ses papiers, puis voit des pas s'approcher vers lui. Mr Bigging, le directeur du lycée, marche sur les papiers de Martin sans se préoccuper de savoir qu'il est en train de les salir. Il marche et s'arrête sur une feuille que s'apprêtait à ramasser Martin.

MR BIGGING : "Que ce passe-t-il ici ?"

MARTIN : "Lewis et Steven, ils m'ont fait..."

Martin tente de se relever pour s'expliquer mais le proviseur appuie sa main sur l'épaule de Martin pour le contraindre à rester au sol.

MONSIEUR BIGGING : "Toi restes par terre. C'est à Monsieur Topper que je parlais, crétin. Monsieur Topper, avez-vous fait tomber ce jeune imbécile ?"

STEVEN TOPPER : "Pas du tout Monsieur, il est tombé tout seul."

MR BIGGING : "Bien. Nul besoin de mener une enquête alors. Que tout le monde rentre en classe ! Et toi Martin essaye de ne plus être aussi maladroit !"

Martin n'en croit pas ses yeux : Mr Bigging a marché sans pitié sur ses papiers et n'a même pas cherché à le défendre alors que c'est de lui dont on se moquait ! Steven et Lewis donnent une petite claque sur la tête de Martin et Lewis lui crache même au visage. Une fois qu'ils sont parti, Mr Bigging claque des doigts et appelle Martin en lui ordonnant de le suivre dans son bureau. Monsieur Bigging s'installe sur sa chaise et croise les pieds sur son bureau. La seule pensée qui vient à l'esprit de Martin est de se dire qu'un homme comme lui mérite d'avoir un repose-pieds.

MR BIGGING : "Alors, Martin, comment se passe les séances de révisions avec les joueurs de baseball ?"

Monsieur Bigging pose ses mains sur son gros ventre en attendant une réponse. Martin est gêné car les élèves dont il doit écrire les leçons dans leurs cahiers n'ont toujours pas accepté de se rendre disponible pour réviser avec lui. Le pire, c'est qu'il est censé les aider ! Les joueurs profitent juste de ne pas avoir à aller en cours pour ne même plus travailler. Lui, Martin, n'est qu'un intello utile, mais comment l'avouer au directeur sans passer pour un ingrat ?

MARTIN HISTAB : "Les joueurs sont très occupés, je leur ai proposé des dates pour venir travailler leurs dossiers avec moi, mais.."

DIRECTEUR BIGGING : "Eh bien, il serait peut-être temps de s'y mettre, Martin ! Je veut qu'avant la semaine prochaine tu ai au moins fait travaillé quatre joueurs. Compris ?"

Martin est déconcentré. Il vient de voir que les semelles des chaussures de Mr Bigging sont couvertes de merde de chien. Comment un homme comme lui n'a t-il pas pu s'en rendre compte ? Mr Bigging demande une nouvelle fois à Martin pourquoi il ne répond pas. Que devrait-il répondre à son directeur ?

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PARTIE PAR @bat-woodfeet-us

MARTIN, avant de s'en aller : "-Euh...oui, monsieur. Je...euh...je vais faire tout mon possible !"

MONSIEUR BIGGING : "-Martin ! Attendez...avant de partir...si vous voulez bien retirer ça..."

Monsieur Dibbing montra la crotte de chien sous sa semelle.  Martin s'executa, sans vraiment paraitre choqué par la demande. Il prit un morceau de papier et frotta la semelle, quitte à se recouvrir les doigts de merde. À la sortie du bureau, Martin avait les mains odorantes de merde de chien. Une odeur assez forte qui le força à se rendre aux toilettes pour se nettoyer les mains.

Comment allait-il convaincre les gars à le suivre dans ses révisions  ? Aucun d'eux n'y verrait d'interêt. Tous préferait passer leur temps aux entrainements, aux matchs et à humilier des étudiants plutôt que s'imaginer remporter des examens dans les règles de l'art. Et s'il échouait dans la tâche que lui avait confier le directeur ? Martin s'imagina alors une vie misérable, loin de ses rêves... La vie de père en somme, condamné à lecher les culs des plus puissants.

MARTIN HISTAB : "- Monsieur..."

Martin interpella Steven qui venait tout juste de prendre une pause dans les gradins. Ce dernier détourna son regard.

STEVEN : "-Tu tombes bien Marty...je pensais justement à toi...j'ai quelqu'un qui ne demande qu'à sortir...fichu tacos !"

Il dit cela en évacuant un rot. Steven avait l'air barbouillé.

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Mais Monsieur, les toilettes sont à nouveau en service..."

STEVEN TOPPER : "-Mouais, mais non...et Tom est hors-service..."

Steven se leva et invita Martin à le suivre dans les douches des vestiaires.

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Monsieur...je voudrais vous demandez quelque chose..."

STEVEN TOPPER : "-Quelque chose ? Vas-y...allonges-toi là...vite..."

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Monsieur, Mr Bigging veut absolument que je fasse réviser au moins quatre membres de votre équipe...sans ça je..."

Il dit cela en voyant Steven defaire son pantalon et pointer son cul juste au dessus de sa tête.

STEVEN TOPPER : "- Quatre ? Mmmmm *gargouillement de ventre*...je vais y réfle- * Pffffffrrrttttt *"

Steven lâche un long pet acide sur Martin qui retient sa respiration.

STEVEN TOPPER : "Réfléchir...putain...j'ai trop mal au bide..."

Martin reçoit un pet encore plus chaud et odorant. Martin est à deux doigts de vomir. Steven contracte ses abdos; Martin en dessous voit avec hantise le trou serré de Streven se dilater et se contracter...puis soudain une cascade de merde liquide recouvre le visage entier de Martin pendant que Steven vocalise son soulagement.

STEVEN TOPPER : "- Oh putain de dieu... Gnrrrrrrrr..."

Il pousse et libère un autre courant de diarrhée. Martin cherche à respirer, il crache de la merde par la bouche. La merde est si acide qu'il a l'impression que ça lui chauffe le visage. Il se débat mais Steven garde tout son corps à son service par la simple pression de ses mains. Steven se relève enfin et se torche les fesses avec les vêtements de Martin. Il observe Martin, le haut tâché de traces de merde et le visage au milieu d'une marre de merde liquide.

STEVEN : "J'essaierais d'en parler aux gars...mais Bigging ne comprends pas que nous avons autre chose à faire ? Bon...nettoie tout ce merdier...et dégage ...tu me dégoute."

Une semaine plus tard, quatre gars se portent volontaires pour réviser. Martin les reçoit chez lui pendant l'absence de son père. Pour l'occasion, Martin a dû respecter les conditions listé dans un sms, par Steven:

1- Prévoir boissons et nourriture à volonté

2- Ne jamais contredire les joueurs

3- Valoriser chacun des gars.

4- Mettre sa bouche à disposition, quelque soit la nature de la demande.

5- Obéir.

Ainsi, Martin passa plus de temps à sucer des bites, boire de l'urine, masser et lécher des pieds, avaler des molards et servir des boissons et de la nourriture, plutôt que de donner ses cours de révision. Martin se retrouva finalement le cul en l'air, le trou élargit par quatre bites bien raides. Son trou distendu dégoulinait de sperme et de pisse. La douleur était atroce pour Martin qui préféra s'endormir à l'endroit même où les 4 garçons l'avaient achevés.

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PARTIE PAR @submissivegayfrenchboy

Les séances de révision n'avaient pas été une partie de plaisir pour Martin Histab. Se faire enculer par quatre énormes bites de sportifs populaires musclés, virils et dominateurs, ce n'était pas vraiment le genre de soirée que Martin prenait plaisir à vivre ! Mais bon, ce quotidien était meilleur que celui de Tom, qui se faisait tous les jours enfermé dans la poubelle du lycée sous les rires des élèves. Martin avait hâte que le match de la présentation du lycée ait lieu, car les joueurs de l'équipe de baseball du lycée pourraient retourner en classe. Martin n'aura plus à aller dans leurs cours à leur place, à écrire leurs leçons dans leurs cahiers, à faire leurs devoirs à leur place,.... Le pire était quand même de devoir nettoyer leurs vêtements sales.

Rentrer chez soi avec 9 lourds sacs à dos sur lui, en plus de l'énorme sac rempli des sous-vêtements puants des joueurs, travailler pour eux quand il arrivait chez lui, nettoyer leurs vêtements en compagnie de son père qui passait son temps à dire à quel point son patron Monsieur Topper est génial,... Tel était devenu le quotidien de Martin. Humilié par les amoureuses des joueurs dont il était contraint de masser les pieds lorsqu'elles assistaient aux entraînements de leurs amoureux, Martin pouvait dire adieu à toute dignité au lycée. Pourtant, être le serviteur (sans en avoir le nom) de l'équipe de baseball avait permis à Martin d'être un petit peu moins humilié.

Autrefois, toutes les équipes sportives du lycée s'en prenaient à lui : désormais, il était sous la protection des joueurs de baseball. Quiconque s'en prenait à lui risquait d'être humilié par Steven Topper. La fortune de sa famille le rendait intouchable au lycée. Soudoyé par la famille Topper, Monsieur Bigging avait ordonné au professeur du club darts plastique, un pédé efféminé, de faire faire à ses élèves des projets ayant pour thème "Steven Topper". Toutes les peintures, sculptures et autres projets artistiques devaient avoir pour but de glorifier Steven. Les meilleures œuvres seraient exposés de manière permanente jusqu'à la fin de l'année. Tout était fait au lycée pour que Steven Topper soit traité en Roi, et il avait plus de pouvoir que Monsieur Bigging.

À la cafétéria du lycée, une estrade était montée et les seuls Steven et ses amis y avaient accès. Des intellos maigres et moches venaient servir les plats à Steven et ses amis. Le budget de la cantine passait entièrement dans le soin apporté aux plats de Steven et sa bande : viandes grillés, pommes au four, gâteaux succulents,.... Les autres élèves n'avaient que des burgers de fast-food ou des légumes bouillies sans saveur. S'ils payaient une taxe à Steven, ils pouvaient espérer avoir ses restes.

Steven trônait tel un roi entouré de sa cour. Les élèves qui n'étaient ni riches, ni beaux, ni intelligents, ni forts, bref, ils étaient le peuple. Le peuple dominé et écrasé par la beauté des filles riches et la force de leurs petits amis musclés. Pour eux, il était normal, naturel, de dominer les faibles et les moches. Martin avait fait évoluer sa position dans la hiérarchie du lycée : inférieur aux populaires, il était devenu pourtant moins humilié que d'autres intellos. Il n'en était pas moins moqué et humilié par Steven que cela divertissait de se servir de Steven pour rire. Ainsi, il s'approcha un jour de Martin et posa son bras musclé sur ses épaules.

STEVEN : "Alors Martin, ça va ? Tu t'en sort avec mes devoirs ? N'oublie pas de faire les tiens aussi de temps en temps ahah !"

Martin était énervé d'avoir à faire les devoirs de Steven et de ceux des neufs joueurs de l'équipe de baseball, négligeant ses propres cours. Steven, surtout, était riche et aurait un travail sans difficulté même s'il ne décrochait pas son diplôme. Et cela avait peu de chance d'arriver puisque les professeurs seraient sans doute payer par sa famille pour le lui donner, au risque d'en subir les conséquences. Aussi, Martin trouvait cela injuste de devoir travailler pour Martin qui n'en avait rien à faire, car lui n'était pas aussi riche. Certes, son père travaillait dans l'entreprise de Monsieur Topper, le père de Steven, mais sa faiblesse et sa laideur lui avaient empêchés de se hisser très haut.

Face à la faiblesse de son père, Martin essayait de se positionner. D'un côté, il était dégouté que son père soit un lécheur de cul pour son patron, le père de l'élève le plus populaire du lycée. Martin devait encore éclaircir ce point : son père avait-il réellement lèché le cul de son patron ? La tâche marron sur son nez lorsqu'il l'avait accueilli à la porte une fois semblait être de la merde. Mais Martin essayait de se dire que cela n'était pas possible. Il se refusait à croire que son père puisse être aussi faible, soumis, inférieur. En fait, il se refusait à terminer comme cela. Lui aussi serait-il un jour le lécheur de cul de Steven Topper lorsqu'il deviendrait patron ?

Martin continua donc son chemin après que Steven lui ait parlé dans le couloir. Cela semblait bizarre de parler publiquement avec Steven. Même s'ils n'avaient pas vraiment parlé. Pourtant, peu de temps après, Martin commença à recevoir des coups de pieds au cul et des objets, comme des déchets, à la figure. Il essaya de faire abstraction de la cruauté de ses camarades à laquelle il avait malheureusement finit par s'habituer.

Il ignorait qu'en réalité Steven s'était approché de lui, souillant son corps supérieur en touchant cet être immonde, juste pour accrocher au dos de Martin une affiche sur laquelle il était écrit "Frappez moi !" suivi d'une flèche en direction de son cul. C'est ce qui expliquait que, pour impressioner leurs copines, les mecs sportifs n'ont pas hésités à frapper Martin sans se soucier de sa douleur.

Les rires des élèves et les encouragements de certains pour frapper Martin poussa le directeur a voir ce qui se passait dans les couloirs. Lorsqu'il vit que Martin se faisait frapper par tous les élèves (sauf les losers) à chacun de ses pas, il demanda à Steven s'il était au courant de la raison pour laquelle Martin était humilié publiquement.

STEVEN : "Vous savez monsieur c'est une façon de rigoler, les élèves s'amusent avec Martin, ils lui prouvent qu'ils s'intéressent à lui. Il ne va quand même pas s'offusquer qu'on déconne tous ensemble !"

MONSIEUR BIGGING : "Et j'imagine que vous n'y êtes pour rien dans l'affiche qui est accroché dans son dos ?"

STEVEN : "Absolument pas. Il a dû se la mettre tout seul pour qu'on le frappe. Mais au moins, ça apporte une cohésion aux élèves, et ça maintient l'ordre et la hiérarchie. Et vous êtes pour la hiérarchie, n'est-ce pas Willy ? Bien, on va dans votre bureau alors."

MR BIGGING : "Oui Monsieur Topper."

Tel un toutou suivant son maître, le proviseur du lycée suivit Steven Topper à son bureau, et Steven s'assit sur sa chaise, posa les pieds sur son bureau comme si c'était le sien. En présence de Steven, même monsieur Bigging devait accepter qu'il était inférieur.

STEVEN TOPPER : "Bon Willy je voulais qu'on discute de la mascotte du match. Je veut qu'il soit présent à nos entraînements. Tu signeras l'autorisation pour que Tom Norris soit notre mascotte pendant un mois. Je te laisse régler les papiers. À plus, Willy !"

William Bigging avait plus du double de l'âge de Steven Topper, mais il était contraint d'accepter que celui-ci l'appelle Willy. Il aurait suffit qu'il s'en plaigne pour qu'à son tour Steven en parle à son père, qui lui aurait appelé les supérieurs de Monsieur Bigging, qui aurait été viré. Avec les hommes riches, mieux valait obéir. Ils sont tellement habitués à avoir tous ce qu'ils veulent qu'ils ne s'occupent et ne prennent du plaisir qu'en détruisant la vie des autres, leurs inférieurs.

Monsieur Bigging ordonna donc aux parents de Tom Norris - le petit soumis intello qui était habitué à manger la merde des joueurs de l'équipe de baseball - à céder leurfols au lycée. Persuadés que leur fils serait util et trop pauvre pour oser protester, les parents ont cédés. Tom n'a plus quitté l'école. Arrêté à la sortie du lycée par les sportifs, le plus grand d'entre eux le porta sur son dos jusqu'aux vestiaires.

Là, Martin était agenouillé aux pieds du coach à lui masser les pieds. Le coach Brad Eaton était obèse. Son énorme ventre n'était pourtant pas un sujet de moquerie mais une façon d'impressionner. Se faire écraser par lui était une peur de tous les élèves depuis que les joueurs de l'équipe avaient racontés comment il avait pèté sur le visage d'un nerd. Les joueurs adoraient leur coach car il partage avec eux le plaisir d'humilier les faibles.

Martin était donc à terre dans des vestiaires d'hommes en train de masser les pieds puants du gros coach. Il prit leur lorsqu'il vit arriver les joueurs et Tom.

TOM NORRIS : "Pitié, ne me forcez pas à être la mascotte !Laissez moi partir je vous en supplie, j'ai déjà passé une semaine dans un de vos casiers, ça ne peut pas recommencer !"

STEVEN TOPPER : "Et si mon petit, car on a l'autorisation de tes parents et du directeur pour te faire passer non pas une semaine mais un mois dans le déguisement de la mascotte du lycée, avec obligation de nous divertir pendant nos entraînements. Ça te permettra de savoir ce que tu auras à faire lors du match."

LEWIS, le meilleur ami de Steven : "T'inquiète pas, on va soulager Martin du nettoyage de nos sous-vêtements en lui ordonnant de changer régulièrement les chausettes que tu garderas en bouche."

TOM NORRIS : "Je vous en supplie, non !!!!!"

Tom essayait de se débattre mais ils lui ont enfoncés des chaussettes sales et humides de sueur dans la gorge jusqu'à ce que plus rien ne puisse rentrer. Tom avait été mis de force dans le costume de l'aigle le symbole du lycée. Grande ironie quand on savait que Tom n'avait rien de puissant et majestueux comme cet oiseau. Toute la tête du déguisement était rempli de chausettes puantes des joueurs de baseball, en plus de ceux qui étaient dans sa bouche et des caleçons sales sur son visage.

Dans le lycée, personne ne savait que Tom était à l'intérieur de la mascotte et qu'il était contraint de divertir les joueurs sur le terrain. Il fait dire que Tom est si insignifiant que tout le monde l'avait oublié. Il était retenu enfermé dans le sous sol du lycée avec pour boisson seulement du jus de chausettes, la sueur des chausettes puantes des joueurs. L'odeur putride le rendait fou, en plus du poids du costume qu'il ne pouvait retirer seul.

Au lycée, les jours passaient et le match qui devait faire la promotion de l'école s'organisait. Les autres clubs étaient mis à profit car eux aussi devaient valoriser le lycée. Ainsi, les œuvres du club darts plastiques furent exposés dans le lycée. Une immense statue représentant Steven Topper fut inaugurée dans la cour du lycée, et toutes les salles de classes et tous les couloirs furent décoré de tableaux rendant hommage à la force et à la beauté de Steven Topper. Dan Kernett, qui avait sculpté à lui seul la gigantesque statue représentant Steven, était secrètement amoureux de Steven. Il reçut comme récompense le droit de porter de marcher derrière Steven, de monter sur l'estrade (mais seulement pour lui apporter ses plats et le nourrir) ainsi que l'autorisation de lui parler sans avoir à demander la permission. C'était aussi dans son visage que rotait Steven, car ses rots étaient si puants qu'il fallait que quelqu'un les renifle pour lui.

Lewis et les autres amis de Steven avaient tous au moins un loser du lycée sur lequel ils aimaient roter ou péter au visage. Le lycée fonctionnait par la peur qu'inspiraient les sportifs, les riches et les forts. Martin, de son côté, appréhendait le match. Ce match signait la fin de son calvaire, mais il redoutait surtout de croiser Monsieur Philipp Topper, le père de Steven. À moins de quarante ans, il était un géant de presque deux mètres de haut et était absolument magnifique. Comment Martin allait-il réagir face à celui qui traitait sûrement son père en lèchecul ?

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PARTIE PAR @bat-woodfeet-us

Le grand jour était arrivé. Martin y voyait sa delivrance. Après tout ça, il reprendrait sa vie d'avant, laissant celle des autres de côté. Tom - sous le déguisement - passait son temps à gésticuler, forçé de représenter l'image de l'équipe face aux autres mascottes des autres lycées. Quant à Martin Histab, il avait pour consigne de suivre son équipe, plus particulièrement Steven.

Quelques minutes avant le grand match, Martin répondait aux caprices des joueurs lorsqu'un homme aux aires mafieux entra...mettant tous les joueurs sous silence, sauf - bien évidemment - Steven.

"-P'pa !", s'exclama Steven, avant de s'approcher de son père pour échanger une vif et solide accolade.

PHILIPPE TOPPER, père de Steven : "-Steven...alors prêt à defoncer tous ses microbes ?"

STEVEN TOPPER : "- Ouais...ce n'est qu'une histoire de quelques minutes... Viens je te présente l'équipe !"

Steven présenta un à un les joueurs qui échangèrent une poignée de main assez forte avec Mr Philippe Topper. Martin chercha à s'effacer lorsque les ombres des deux Topper le dominèrent. Steven et son père l'observèrent avec toute leur grandeur, Martin avait l'impression d'être un chiot devant ses futurs maîtres.

STEVEN TOPPER : "- Lui c'est Martin...tu sais, le fils de..."

PHILIPPE TOPPER, tenant le visage de Martin dans ses mains : "- Oui, je reconnais certains traits de visage.... Brave p'tit gars...j'imagine que tu as su soulager mon fils...Tu es bien le fils de ton père !"

Mr Topper arqua un large sourire avant de lui tapoter la tête, comme à un chien obeissant. Steven se retenu de rire et passa à autre chose en s'éloignant avec son père.

Le match débuta. Martin resta dans un coin des gradins, discret et observant la progression de cette confrontation. Lorsque soudain, une main se posa sur son épaule.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "- Alors Martin... Qu'en penses-tu ?"

MARTIN HISTAB, mal à l'aise : "Je-je...crois que votre fils est en pleine forme..."

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Ah ça...mon fils est le meilleur. Regarde, un dieu vivant...personne ne peut rivaliser avec lui..."

Philippe Topper dit cela en contemplant son fils, avant de baisser son regard sur Martin.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "Et si tu venais suivre le match dans ma suite ?"

Sa suite ? C'est alors que Martin se rendit compte qu'un emplacement privatisé avait été installé pour le père de Steven. Martin n'eut pas le temps de répondre qu'il se retrouva forcé de suivre Mr Topper. Ce dernier s'installa dans un fauteuil et se contenta de profiter des boissons et de la nourriture mis à sa disposition. Martin resta à coté, droit comme un pic.

PHILIPPE TOPPER, tout en regardant son fils marquer des points : "- Alors...comment ont été ses derniers jours ?"

MARTIN HISTAB : "- Fatiguant...mais très intéressant... Martin n'en pensait pas un mot.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "- Oui. C'était une sacré chance pour toi...Steven a aussi eu beaucoup de chance de t'avoir...il n'a jamais eu des chaussettes aussi propres. Tu sais...j'ai eu beaucoup de chance aussi d'avoir ton père. Depuis le lycée, il ne m'a jamais deçu...au contraire. Il m'épate."

Martin déglutit. Il ignorait que son père connaissait Mr Topper depuis si longtemps.

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Ah...ah bon ?"

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "- Oui. Ton père était exactement comme toi à ton âge...et puis le hasard a fait qu'il est devenu lui aussi un bon assistant de mon équipe de baseball...et puis avec le temps, il n'a jamais voulu me quitter. Il y a eu des jours difficiles, mais je l'ai beaucoup aidé à se faire une raison..."

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Une raison ?"

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Oui...celle d'accepter votre place face à nous. Tu sais...ton destin est déjà tracé. Tu es lié à Steven..."

Mr Topper dit cela en mettant naturellement ses pieds sur la petite table basse. Le coeur de Martin s'emballa. Lié à Steven ? Mr Topper lui fichait la trouille à ce moment là.

MARTIN : "Mais...je ne crois pas avoir les mêmes projets que votre fils, Monsieur..."

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Vraiment ? Pourtant, tu es encore là...à attendre que Steven termine son match et ensuite, tu seras encore là à attendre ses consignes...tu as la servitude dans le sang Martin. Que tu le veuilles ou non...bientôt tu quémanderas à Steven de le servir encore plus..."

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Je ne crois pas..."

Mr Topper se mit à rire.

MARTIN : "-Pourquoi est-ce si drôle ?"

Martin se vexa, avant de se rendre compte qu'il était agenouillé devant les pieds croisés de Mr Topper. Des pieds massifs et larges que les doigts de Martin massaient.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "- Tu vois...tu es programmé pour servir...sans même que j'ai eu besoin de lever le petit doigt..."

Mr Philippe Topper sourit et ordonna d'un geste de poursuivre le massage. Martin était incapable de retirer ses mains des pieds de Mr Topper. Il massa tout le long du match et lorsque ce dernier arriva à sa fin, Mr Topper se releva. Il rechaussa ses chaussures de cuir et tapota la tête de Martin.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Merci de ta compagnie Martin...va retrouver Steven."

Martin, encore sous le choc de ce qu'il lui était arrivé, se releva et retrouva Steven et l'équipe, qui manifestaient leur victoire. Martin retourna vers Steven qui lui ordonna aussitôt de l'aider à retirer tout son équipement. Martin le déchaussa machinalement, repensant aux paroles de Mr Philippe Topper. Martin déshabilla complètement Steven avant de rassembler tous les vêtements sales de l'équipe, pendant que cette dernière partait sous les douches.

Plus tard, après les rejouissances et la fin de cette journée. Martin termina de remettre de l'ordre aux vestiaires lorsque la voix de Tom résonna.

TOM NORRIS : "-Nonnnn...pas ça ! Pitié !"

À l'arrière du stade, l'équipe avait extirpé Tom de son déguisement de mascotte de l'équipe. Un tonneau bleu vide relié à plusieurs tuyaux - servant habituellement à contenir l'eau pour rafraîchir les joueurs de l'équipe pendant le match - se tenait devant Tom. Steven, tel un roi, ouvrit le tonneau.

STEVEN : "- Tom...aller ! Juste une tête..."

Il était encouragé par le reste des joueurs. Deux joueurs soulevèrent Tom du sol et le jetèrent à l'intérieur du tonneau sous les éclats de rire de l'équipe. Dans ce tonneau ? L'humiliation ultime. Steven referma le tonneau avec Tom à l'intérieur. Sur le couvercle se trouvait une petite trappe.

STEVEN TOPPER : "-Maintenant...à nous de jouer les gars !"

À ses mots, chaque joueur prit une sorte de comprimé. Quelques minutes plus tard, les joueurs commencèrent à se plaindre de maux de ventre et se précipitèrent vers le tonneau tout en baissant leur pantalon et sous-vêtements, avant d'adapter chaque tuyau à leur cul. Un concerto de pets résonna dans la tuyauterie et inondat le tonneau où Tom se débattait et toussait jusqu'à en vomir. Puis les pets devinrent de plus en plus forts, jusqu'à se transformer en un jet de merde liquide que le tonneau réceptionnait.

À l'intérieur du tonneau où il était enfermé, Tom se retrouva aspergé de merde brunâtre et acide. On pouvait entendre sa toux et ses vomissements résonnant depuis l'interieur. Steven était rouge d'effort et encourageait son équipe à chier encore plus.

Pendant 1 heure, les joueurs vidèrent leur cul, et Tom trempait dans un tonneau de merde. Chaque joueur retira le tuyau et s'essuya avec les vêtement de Tom avant de les jeter par la petite trappe situé sur le couvercle du tonneau. Steven referma le tout, et, d'un vicieux coup, il fit rouler le tonneau au sol : chaque joueur décida de s'envoyer le tonneau à bout de bras jusqu'à ce qu'il tombe et se brise au sol.

Une flaque de merde s'écoula au sol, et, au milieu, Tom Norris n'était qu'une statue de merde, incapable de s'en remettre. Il fut filmé et photographié par les joueurs et abandonné a son sort.

Ce n'est que plus tard que Martin apprit que Tom Norris avait essayer de faire perdre l'équipe en mélangeant l'eau buvable du tonneau avec un puissant laxatif... Malheureusement, il avait été dénoncé avant de passer à l'acte. Depuis, Martin Histab n'entendit plus jamais parlé de Tom Norris.

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PARTIE PAR @submissivegayfrenchboy

"Whouah t'es magnifique ! Je t'ai jamais trouvé aussi beau que comme ça ! Je veut dire, maintenant que ma sublime merde recouvre ton visage dégueulasse, tes presque joli à regarder. Oui, je préfère regarder ma propre merde sur ton visage.".

Ce furent les dernières paroles de Steven que Tom entendit. La suite fut une succession d'événements humiliants et dégradants. Après que les joueurs de l'équipe de baseball lui aient pétés et chiés dessus dans le tonneau dans lequel ils l'avaient enfermés, Tom Norris avait été abandonné sur le terrain. Évidemment, Steven, Lewis et tous les joueurs de l'équipe de baseball avaient pris des photos et des vidéos de Tom allongé dans de la merde qui couvrait tout son corps. À peine était-il rentré chez lui que ses parents avaient déjà vu les photos sur les réseaux sociaux, étant donné que son identité avait été révélé.

Dès le lendemain, Tom fut viré du lycée pour avoir tenté de faire perdre l'équipe de baseball du lycée. Ce motif était suffisant pour lui faire quitter le lycée. Il dut récupérer ses affaires sous les regards de ses camarades qui se moquaient de lui et l'appelaient "le mangeur de merde". Steven et ses huit amis assistaient à la scène pendant que des losers léchaient leurs chaussures : on aurait dit des seigneurs regardant un paysan se faire humilier par la foule pour un crime qu'il n'avait pas commis. Oui, évidemment que Tom n'avait rien fait de mal. Il avait eu l'audace d'envisager de faire perdre son équipe. Naïvement, il avait cru avoir le soutien d'un autre intello victime de harcèlement. Sauf que les nerds n'étaient pas solidaires entre eux : le jeune intello avait trouvé plus stratégique de dénoncer Tom auprès de Steven afin de rentrer dans ses bonnes grâces. Récompensé par l'obtention du poste de lécheur de chaussures de Steven, le jeune intello ne se sentait pas coupable de ce qui arrivait à Tom Norris.

Quoique pauvres, les parents de Tom eurent l'idée de faire un procès à la famille de Steven. Or, ils ont vite abandonner ce projet. Par contre, Philipp Topper n'avait pas l'intention de laisser libre un jeune garçon pauvre qui avait tenté de se moquer de Steven et son équipe. Il attentat un procès à la famille Norris, qui se passa mal pour Tom.

D'un côté, il y avait un bel homme grand hétérosexuel blanc en bonne santé, dont les notes étaient excellentes (grâce au fait que ses devoirs étaient fait par des losers), aimé des profs et respecté par les lycéens, et est soutenu par le principal et par le coach de l'équipe de baseball. Il est le capitaine de l'équipe de baseball du lycée, président du club des élèves et prétendant au titre de Roi de la promo, fils de l'homme le plus riche de la ville, un millionnaire qui donnait des emplois à énormément de citoyens et qui participait à l'embellissement de la ville. De l'autre, on a un petit garçon maigre qu'aucun prof ne connaît vraiment, qui n'a aucun ami, et qui est pauvre en plus d'être moche. Le pire était qu'il avait été exposé comme un garçon qui aime se rouler dans la merde et en manger du cul des joueurs. Qui le jury allait-il croire ? La réponse était évidente.

Tom n'avait pas d'avocat. L'avocat commis d'office était tombé malade. Évidemment. Personne ne savait qu'il avait été payé par Philipp Topper pour faciliter un procès pourtant gagné d'avance. De son côté, Steven et ses coéquipiers avaient chacun un avocat. 9 avocats contre 0 avocat. Tom fut le premier à se défendre, en disant le harcèlement qu'il avait subi et le fait que la merde sur son corps était celle des joueurs, mais pas à cause du laxatif qu'il voulait leur mettre dans leur eau. Il dénonça leur prise d'un comprimé qui les avait fait chier. Pourtant, au lieu d'émouvoir le jury avec son récit sur les torturés physiques et mentales subies, il les fait rire : il n'est qu'un loser !

Après, le coach, le directeur Mr Bigging et plusieurs nerds (qui avaient été contraints par l'équipe de baseball) prirent la défense des joueurs, et chacun des joueurs témoigna. Ils dirent que chier sur Tom n'était qu'une façon de se venger pour le laxatif qu'il leur avait fait prendre. Comme ils avaient gagnés leur match, cette vengeance fut considérée comme juste et équitable par le jury.

Tom perdit le procès et fut condamné à verser 4 millions de dollars répartis entre les 9 joueurs, et fut condamné à une peine de travaux d'intérêts que Steven allait fixer (en tant que capitaine de l'équipe ayant subi le préjudice morale et physique) pour une durée indéterminée.

Trop pauvres pour tenter de faire casser le verdict et prolonger le procès, les parents de Tom Norris ont été contraints d'accepter la défaite. Plus jamais ils ne virent leur fils Tom. Celui-ci fut emmené dans un motel pourri. Délabré, sale, puant et inhospitalier, ce motel avait été acheté par Steven Topper qui voulait s'entraîner à commander des pauvres. Ce serait bientôt son quotidien de devoir gérer des entreprises indirectement, et il avait pris plaisir à racheter cet hôtel minable à un gros pauvre qui le tenait.

Steven avait fait de l'ancien propriétaire le gestionnaire du motel, et cet homme d'une cinquantaine d'années devait accepter d'avoir un patron qui n'avait même pas 18 ans. Quoique dominé par la fortune des Topper, il était quand même impressionnant pour Tom.

Celui-ci fut contraint d'avoir pour peine de travaux la reconstruction du motel à lui seul. Même s'il était maigre et petit, c'était lui qui devait faire les travaux de reconstruction, sous les yeux du gros gestionnaire qui donnait à Tom en guise de pause le droit de masser ses pieds puants pleins de callosités. Situé fur une autoroute, ce motel servait avant tout de toilettes publiques aux :

motards : des vieux mecs habillés en cuir qui leur donnait chaud au cul

camionneurs, généralement des hommes gros et poilus, sales et peu fréquentables

ouvriers qui travaillent sur les chantiers

des migrants, issus d'Amérique du Sud ou d'Afrique, qui aimaient se venger sur des petits garçons blancs tels que Tom.

Autant dire que Tom était une proie facile pour eux. Steven Topper avait ordonné la réparation des canalisations pour la fin des travaux, obligeant Tom à servir de toilettes humaines aux routiers et ouvriers.

Du matin au soir, tous les jours de la semaine, Tom était écrasé par d'énormes culs puants qui sentaient déjà la merde avant même qu'ils lui chient à la gueule. Des kilos de merde furent avalés par Tom au point que son ventre fut distendu par les crottes difficilement digérables. S'il voulait obtenir un médicament calmant la douleur d'estomac, il devait se montrer particulièrement efficace lors du lèchage de pieds du gestionnaire dont il était l'esclave. Les peaux mortes devaient être retirés grâce à ses dents mais sans lui faire mal, les orteils devaient être sucés avec amour, les ongles de pieds devaient être soigneusement coupés. Pour Tom, c'était un cauchemar mais il devait faire semblant de trouver ça agréable s'il ne voulait pas être puni.

Rapidement, le motel devint un lieu convivial pour les migrants, les ouvriers et les motards. Tous prenaient du plaisir à venir humilier un faible garçon blanc miserable et maigre qui s'étouffait sous des kilos de merde. Habitués à manger du fast-food et à devoir se retenir de chier, ces gros hommes pauvres et puants déversaient tous leur gaz, leurs rots et leurs crottes sur la petite tête effrayée de Tom. Tom étant la seule toilette disponible, les gros hommes poilus patientaient en discutant avec le gestionnaire autour d'un feu : ce motel devint un lieu de prédilection.

Autrefois, les routiers ne s'arrêtaient que pour prendre de l'essence et pisser ou chier. La réputation de l'esclave dont ils ignoraient le nom (et ils se fichaient du bien-être de Tom) ramena encore plus de clients. Cela plu à Steven, qui accéda à la demande de Tom. Celui-ci était payé 1 euros symbolique par homme pour qui il servait de toilette. Puisque sa dette s'élevait à 4 millions d'euros, il lui faudrait lécher 4 millions de culs !

Afin d'accélérer le remboursement de la dette, il avait demandé au gestionnaire de plaider sa cause auprès de Steven. Pour cela, Tom avait dû sucer la bite puante du gros gestionnaire. Mais cela en valait la peine car Steven accepta que Tom soit payé pour d'autres tâches. Ainsi, les clients qui dormaient au motel pouvaient, pour 2 € se faire lécher le cul ou les aisselles. En l'absence de canalisation, la langue de Tom était pour eux le seul moyen de prendre une douche. Tom parvint a devenir vraiment très efficace en lèchage de corps, il devint de moins en moins dégouté par la puanteur de la sueur des gros ouvriers. Il était devenu capable d'avaler des tonnes de merde en un temps record et de lécher plusieurs clients par nuit.

Par miracle, il parvint à rembourser sa dette, et le gestionnaire fit l'erreur de le lui dire. Lorsque Tom commença à dire aux clients qu'il était retenu au motel contre sa volonté, le gestionnaire a prévenu la famille Topper, qui donna au gestionnaire l'autorisation de racheter sa faute en se débrouillant pour que Tom continue d'être efficace sans poser de problème. Le gestionnaire fit donc couper les cordes vocales de Tom. Désormais, il lui était impossible de crier lorsqu'un cul restait assis sur son petit visage pendant trop longtemps. Il lui était surtout impossible d'espérer obtenir de l'aide extérieure. Le gestionnaire pouvait donc s'amuser à fouetter Tom sans risquer d'entendre ses cris. C'était jouissif.

D'ailleurs, même s'ils étaient pauvres, les clients prenaient tellement de plaisir à se faire lécher le cul ou chier sur un petit garçon qu'ils donnaient de plus en plus de pourboire. Ça ne les dérangeaient pas d'enrichir davantage les Topper car c'était une façon pour eux de les remercier de leur permettre d'utiliser une toilette humaine en toute légalité. Cela servait les intérêts des Topper qui devenaient populaires même chez les pauvres. Cet argent servit à la famille Topper pour acheter un collier électrique pour Tom : s'il tentait de fuir le motel, il serait électrifié.

Tom vivait un cauchemar éveillé, mais Steven n'avait aucune pitié pour lui étant donné que, d'un autre côté, son père faisait travailler des employés dans des mines. Autant dire que les riches ne voyaient pas leurs employés comme des humains, et aimaient humilier les pauvres. Et Tom payait les conséquences de sa tentative ratée de rébellion contre Steven.

De son côté, Martin Histab était libéré des contraintes liés à l'organisation des cours pour les joueurs de l'équipe de baseball. Les joueurs avaient repris les cours et s'étaient vu attribués des bonnes notes pour des travaux que Martin avait fait à leur place. Ayant négligés ses propres devoirs, il avait chuté. Ayant perdu sa position de meilleur élève du lycée, il avait dû céder sa place à Steven dont les notes étaient les meilleurs du lycée même si la grande majorité de ses notes étaient dues au travail de Martin pour lui.

Au lycée, le sujet de conversation principal était le bal de promo. Steven avait à son service des intellos qui faisaient campagne pour lui, même si c'était là encore gagnée d'avance. Qui oserait voter contre lui ?

Le bal avait pour thème "Steven Topper". Évidemment, le gymnase fut transformé en salle de bal, et les œuvres créés par le Club d'arts plastiques pour rendre hommage à Steven y furent installés pour décorer. Tout était fait pour magnifier Steven.

En parallèle de la préparation du bal, les élèves de dernière année devaient se concentrer sur leur examen final. Aussi, les derniers contrôles étaient très importants pour avoir les derniers bonnes notes de l'année. Steven obligeait régulièrement Martin à se placer devant lui pour pouvoir copier sur sa feuille. Il regardait sa copie sans spécialement être discret mais les professeurs n'osaient jamais le lui reprocher.

Peu de temps avant la fin de l'année, il était aussi temps de vider les vestiaires. L'équipe de baseball se changeait dans les vestiaires quand Martin arriva, obligé par le coach de nettoyer une dernière fois les affaires des joueurs avant de leur rendre pour qu'ils les gardent en souvenir, surtout leur maillot. Arrivé aux vestiaires, Martin était toujours aussi gêné de voir ces corps masculins face à lui se dénuder sans aucune honte ni gêne. Lorsque Steven retira son maillot et se retrouva torse nu, Martin, qui n'était même pas gay, s'arrêta pour admirer ses muscles.

STEVEN : "Qu'est-ce que tu as à me mater ? Tu regardes mes muscles, c'est ça ? Ouais, je suis sûr que toi tu n'as rien sur le corps !"

Jaloux et admiratif du corps masculin de son rival, Martin fut contraint par les joueurs à retirer son haut, et tous se sont moqués de lui en voyant son torse qui n'avait aucun muscles. Il avait juste un petit peu de gras.

STEVEN : "T'inquiètes, là t'es maigre mais si ça se trouve tu seras gros comme ton père !"

Chez leur coach, un gros ventre était synonyme de puissance car il était autoritaire. Mais pour Finn Histab, le père de Martin, un gros ventre symbolisait sa faiblesse, surtout comparé aux muscles de Philipp Topper, le magnifique père de Steven. Martin était content que son père ne soit pas venu au match, ça lui a évité de voir les deux hommes côte à côte et réaliser à quel point son père est inférieur à celui de Steven.

Martin Histab essayait de relativiser : se faire moquer pour son physique n'était pas si surprenant pour un nerd faible comme lui. Il avait encore le moyen de se rattraper en réussissant à obtenir son examen avec une note supérieure à celle de Steven Topper.

Le jour de l'examen arriva et Martin était hélas placé derrière Steven. De toute façon, personne n'aurait risqué de copier ce jour-là. Chacun était penché sur sa copie lorsque Martin renifla une odeur nauséabonde. Il chercha d'où l'odeur pouvait venir mais se dit qu'il y avait plus important à faire. Steven se recula sur sa chaise et fit tomber un stylo sur la table de Martin. Martin savait très bien que Steven ne se baisserait jamais pour ramasser son stylo, même si c'était à cause de lui que le stylo était tombé par terre. Alors, Martin se baissa sous sa chaise pour chercher son stylo aux pieds de Steven. C'est alors qu'il vit deux énormes traces marrons sur les semelles des chaussures de Steven.

En reniflant, Martin compris ce que c'était. Cette odeur et cette matière étaient semblables à celles qu'il avait été obligé de nettoyer sur les semelles de Mr Bigging : de la merde de chien ! Cela expliquait la puanteur. Il essaya d'en informer Steven. Il aurait aussi pu se venger en laissant ce bel homme garder de la merde de chien aux pieds, mais plusieurs mois de soumission lui avait appris à craindre la réaction de Steven. Celui-ci aurait très bien pu tenir Martin responsable de ne pas l'avoir prévenu de la merde de chien sur ses chaussures. Apeuré à l'idée que Steven se venge sur lui, Martin le prévient. Steven lui ordonna de nettoyer.

MARTIN : "Mais je n'ai pas de serviette !"

STEVEN : "Bon bah je sais pas, improvise, t'as qu'à utiliser ta langue, c'est humide !"

MARTIN HISTAB : "S'il te plaît Steven, je peut pas faire ça en plein examen, ça prends du temps. Je le ferais après, promis."

STEVEN : "Fais le maintenant et tu perdras moins de temps. T'as intérêt à ce qu'on ne voit plus rien sur mes semelles au moment où l'examen sera terminé. Ou je te trouverai un destin pire que celui de Tom Norris."

Le ton naturellement autoritaire de Steven poussa Martin à obéir. Il avait moins peur des conséquences de son échec à l'examen final que de son refus d'obéir. Le fait d'ignorer le destin de Tom le poussa dans son choix. C'est vrai, la version officielle était que Tom était parti pour un nouveau lycée, mais peu de gens y croyaient. Martin aurait pu demander à sortir chercher des serviettes, mais toute sortie de l'examen était définitive.

Quelle chance que les élèves soient si concentrés sur leur copie d'examen, pensa Martin. Il fut si silencieux et discret que personne ne remarqua qu'il était allongé au sol en train de lécher la merde de chien sur les semelles des chaussures de Steven Topper. Personne sauf Mr Bigging qui avait un accès aux caméras de surveillance du lycée. Lorsqu'il vit cela, il n'arrivait pas à y croire. Sans connaître la situation réelle, on aurait dit que c'était Martin qui avait fait exprès de faire tomber son stylo juste pour se retrouver aux pieds de Steven et lui demander de se nourrir de la merde de chiens sur ses chaussures. Quel loser, ce Martin !

Celui-ci était en train de souffrir car le goût de la merde de chien était immonde. Il commença par lécher la merde pour l'humidifier afin de pouvoir la manger plus vite. La merde recouvrait toute la surface des deux semelles, et Steven a de grands pieds. Autant dire qu'il y avait beaucoup de merde à lécher sur les chaussures de Steven. Il commence alors à accélérer le rythme de son lèchage, essayant de ne pas vomir et pleurer.

Depuis son fauteuil, le directeur Bigging se fait sucer par son assistant qu'il a recruté pour sa faculté à sucer sa bite sans rechigner. Tout en profitant de la fellation de son pédé, le principal regarde l'empressement du lèchage de la merde de chien. Depuis la caméra, il croit que Martin va vite car il aime énormément cela, alors qu'en fait celui-ci va vite juste pour retourner à sa copie d'examen.

Quant à Steven, cela faut longtemps qu'il a oublié que Martin lèche ses semelles de chaussures, car c'est normal pour lui d'avoir quelqu'un à ses pieds pendant qu'il travaille. De toute façon, Martin a pour lui moins de valeur que la merde de chien qu'il est en train de lécher. Une fois suffisamment humidifiée par son lèchage, Martin avale la merde et la mâche. Il lèche même les traces de merde tombée au sol pour éviter d'éveiller les soupçons.

Une fois la merde entièrement avalée, Martin a mal au ventre. Il lèche une dernière fois les semelles pour s'assurer qu'elles sont propres. Puis, il retourne à sa place mais la merde de chien lui fait faire un rot bruyant et puant. Cela lui vaut des moqueries de ses camarades. S'il espérait inviter une fille au bal, c'est raté !

Malheureusement, le temps est presque fini et il n'a presque rien écrit sur sa copie. Pleurant dans son coin après la fin de l'épreuve, Martin voit Steven arrivé près de lui. Il lui dit qu'il est désolé de ne pas l'avoir remercié pour avoir lécher ses chaussures. Il accompagne Martin à son casier, mais une fois que celui-ci la ouvert, Steven lui vole son téléphone et le pousse dans son casier! Martin pousse la porte et résiste à la pression de Steven mais celui-ci est plus fort. Juste avant d'enfermer Martin dans le casier, il enfonce une boule de papier dans sa bouche. Molle et liquide, elle est puante.

STEVEN TOPPER : "un cadeau du chien de Lewis, profite bien du bal, mon petit loser !"

Puis, Steven referme la porte du casier et garde la clé du cadenas avec lui. Il se sert du téléphone de Martin pour envoyer un message à ses parents en se faisant passer pour leur fils, leur disant qu'il ne rentre pas avant trois jours. Dans trois jours, c'est le bal.

Martin est coincé dans son propre casier à trois jours du bal de promo. Une énorme merde de chien est dans sa bouche et Steven avait préparé un ruban adhésif pour empêcher Martin de recracher la merde qu'il a dans sa bouche. Le casier est trop étroit pour qu'il parvienne à cogner dedans afin de faire comprendre qu'il est coincé à l'intérieur. L'odeur qui se dégage de son casier pousse les élèves à s'écarter du casier, ce qui l'empêche de se faire entendre quand il supplie à l'aide. Il ne peut se retenir de se faire pipi et caca dessus, et commence à devenir fou à cause de puanteur, la sienne et celle de la merde de chien qui commence à s'écouler dans sa gorge.

Le lycée est fermé deux jours avant le bal, et les losers du lycée sont chargé de l'organisation des dernières décoration ainsi que d'installer un tapis rouge.

Le soir du bal, la musique et les discussions des élèves les empêchent d'entendre les cris étouffés du pauvre Martin. Pourtant, lui parvient à entendre que Steven a généreusement préparé un montage des meilleures moments de rigolade au lycée. Or, les moments de rigolade au lycée sont ceux où lui et les autres jocks ont humiliés des losers. Soudain, Martin réalise qu'il y a un risque que la vidéo de lui en train de mâcher la merde de chien figure au montage. Il y aura forcément les photos et vidéos de ce que Tom a subi, mais celui-ci est déjà une sorte de légende parmi les losers du lycée. Martin était parvenu à remonter dans la hiérarchie sociale en assistant l'équipe de baseball. Mais manger de la merde de chien sur les semelles du plus bel élève du lycée est l'humiliation ultime, en plus d'avoir raté son examen final !

Dans le couloir, il entend que des élèves acclament Monsieur Philipp Topper, le magnifique père de Steven. Vêtu d'un costume très chic, il est assis sur un trône sur une estrade, une dernière façon de montrer que son fils s'apprête à être élu Roi de la promo du lycée. Les losers, les pédés et les intellos du lycée ont été obligés par Steven et les sportifs à servir de domestiques au bal : ce seront eux qui rangeront et nettoieront après les invités, et ils sont chargés de servir des boissons aux beaux élèves du lycée, à masser leurs pieds sur demande. Martin sait que les minutes sont comptés avant le lancement du montage vidéo où il sera forcément humilié. Il se souvient que c'est lui qui avait sauvé Tom Norris du casier où il était enfermé depuis plus d'une semaine avec des chaussettes puantes dans la bouche et des caleçons sales sur la tête. Lui est couvert de merde de chien et de sa propre merde, mais il doit tout faire pour empêcher les élèves de voir qu'il a lèché la merde de chien sur les semelles de Steven. Martin-t-il parvenir à être libéré à temps?

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PARTIE PAR @bat-woodfeet-us

Martin tente de forcer le casier avec tout son poids. Un faible poids qui ne faisait guère avancer les choses.

Pendant ce temps, la soirée progressait. Une soirée où les categories sociales étaient divisées, ne faisant passer une bonne soirée qu'aux plus avantagés.

Alors que tout espoir semble s'effondrer, Martin se retrouve balancé dans tous les sens; quelqu'un semble tenter de le libérer...ou quelque chose comme ça. Martin a l'impression d'être dans le tambour d'une machine à laver. Puis tout s'arrête.

LEWIS : "Mesdames et Messieurs ! Découvrez sans plus attendre le bouffon de notre roi !"

Soudain, la porte s'ouvre, Martin est propulsé au milieu de la salle, entouré de tous les étudiants aisés du lycée qui se bouche le nez et reculent face à l'odeur pestinantiel de Martin. Martin est à genoux, dans ses habits tâchés de sa propre merde et la bouche pleine de celle du chien de Lewis. Deux joueurs de l'équipe de baseball avaient ramener le casier dans la salle du bal pour officialiser le nouveau statut de Martin, sous le regard des alphas Topper. Steven a déjà été sacré roi à en voir la couronne sur sa tête.

Tous le monde se moque de Martin, qui, au lieu de fuir, se contenta de rester recroquevillé sur lui même, les mains sur les oreilles et les yeux fermés. Un terrible cauchemard qui prit fin dans un évanouissement brutal.

Au réveil, Martin espérait encore que tout ça soit qu'un mauvais rêve. Il se réveilla à l'infirmerie du lycée. Une perfusion à son bras. Des voix troubles dans le couloirs. Martin se rendormit à nouveau.

Au second réveil, Martin semblait se trouver dans ce qui paraissait être une chambre, mais pas la sienne. Il remarqua aussi qu'il reposait sur une sorte de coussin de sol. Dans cette chambre des posters de joueurs internationaux de baseball, un emblème de l'équipe du lycée...Martin n'y comprenait rien. Sa tête lui faisait terriblement mal, tout son corps était endolori de crispation.

Soudain, la porte s'ouvre en grand. Steven jète son sac à travers la pièce et viens aussitôt s'accroupir aux côtés de Martin encore affaibli.

STEVEN TOPPER, secouant Martin d'une main : -Hey...ça y'est ! Tu es enfin réveillé ? J'y crois pas...t'es à moi pour la vie...."

MARTIN HISTAB : "-Qu...quoi ? Qu'est-ce que tu racontes...."

STEVEN TOPPER : "-T'es ma propriété...mon père t'a acheté et maintenant t'es à moi ! Un putain de vrai esclave ! À moi la belle vie !"

Martin se relève faiblement...et voit son reflet dans le miroir de la porte. Ciel ! Il a été entièrement rasé: cheveux, sourcils... plus aucun poils et sa peau est d'une paleur extrême. Martin porte un collier électrique au cou. Il retombe au sol, prit de panique, pendant que Steven Topper s'exclaffe.

STEVEN TOPPER : "- T'es comme un putain de chien maintenant ! Ta vie est terminé ! Tu vas m'obéir 24/24, 7j/7 ! Regardes ! Tout est écrit là-dessus..."

Tout va trop vite. Martin essaye de retenir et de comprendre: il est la propriété de Steven ? Martin prend le document que Steven lui tend:

<Acte d'appartenance. Monsieur Finn Histab déclare léguer son enfant, Martin Histab à Monsieur Steven Topper. À la signature des deux parties de cet acte:

Martin Histab devra fidélité, servitude auprès de Steven Topper.

Martin Histab sera dénué au yeux de l'État de toute son identité.

Martin Histab perdra également tout droit humain et ne pourra en aucun cas prendre une quelconque décision sans l'autorité de Monsieur Steven Topper.

Martin Histab sera dans l'impossibilité de retrograder l'effet de cet acte.>

Martin cru à une blague, mais la signature en bas de la feuille était bien celle de son père. La date remontait à 3 jours avant le bal. Mais pourquoi ? Martin cru à nouveau défaillir, mais Steven ne secoua...au bout d'une laisse.

STEVEN TOPPER : "Aller ! Aux pieds !"

Steven ordonna cela en tirant la laisse qui força Martin à le suivre à quatre patte. Ils descendirent dans la cuisine où Mr Topper lisait tranquillement le journal.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Alors fiston ! Fier de ton premier esclave de vie ?"

Il dit cela en ignorant presque Martin que Steven tira a travers la cuisine.

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "Oubli pas que tu as dressage cet après-midi..."

STEVEN TOPPER : "-Dressage ? P'pa...ça fait des mois que je le travaille..."

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Steven ! Le dressage est un plus pour Mart-...enfin pour ton esclave...tu lui as trouver un nom ?"

STEVEN TOPPER : "- Ouais...je pense l'appeler Poop...je sais pas encore..."

PHILIPPE TOPPER : "-Bref...peu importe. Mais maintenant tu es responsable de lui. Alors, soit un vrai Topper !"

STEVEN TOPPER : "T'inquiètes P'pa..."

Martin était encore sonné. On lui déversa une pâtée immonde dans une gamelle que Steven le força à manger, lui écrasant la tête dans la pâtée avec son pied. Ensuite, il le remonta dans sa chambre pour lui donner tout un tas d'ordres aussi ridicules les uns que les autres.

-

PARTIE PAR @submissivegayfrenchboy

Si Martin avait su que cela se terminerait ainsi, il aurait tenté de s'enfuir de son lycée depuis longtemps. Être harcelé par le lycéen le plus beau, le plus riche et le plus populaire du lycée était déjà très difficile à vivre pour un maigre intello mal-aimé comme lui. En plus, il vaut fallu que Steven Topper, capitaine de l'équipe de baseball, Président du conseil des élèves et Roi de la Promo, détruise le peu de réputation qu'il avait en ordonnant au principal monsieur Bigging de lui donner les vidéos du lycée.

Lors du bal de promo où Steven Topper avait été élu Roi sans aucune difficultés, un montage vidéo compilant tous les moments d'humiliations subies par les losers à cause de Steven et ses amis. Si tout le monde avait ri lorsqu'ils avaient découvert Tom Norris recouvert de merde, cela n'avait pas non plus été une si grande surprise étant donné que ces vidéos avaient déjà été publié sur les réseaux sociaux.

En revanche, les élèves riches et beaux, et tous ceux qui n'étaient pas des losers, avaient été estomaqués en découvrant que, pendant l'examen, Martin Histab avait lèché les semelles des chaussures de Steven Topper, couvertes de merde de chien ! Pour Martin, le pire avait été d'être humilié devant tout le monde en étant recouvert de ses propres excréments avec de la merde de chien en pleine bouche.

Ainsi tout espoir d'avoir une vie normale était envolé pour Martin : privé de cérémonie de remise de diplôme, diplôme qu'il n'avait pas eu, Martin avait été vendu en esclavage par son propre père, Finn.

Comment la vie de Martin allait-elle se passer ? Seul le temps le dirait....

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

🟣🔵🟢🟡🟠🔴🟪🟦🟩🟨🟧🟥🟣🔵🟢🔴

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[ladyvillainous]

Get Up

Set before series 4, insert of my own character

Description

Charlie is tired of covering for Eddie being late to school so she takes matters into her own hands...

Warnings

Implied nudity but otherwise just fluff

Word Count: 1497

“Has anyone seen Eddie Munson this morning?” To say Mrs O’Donnell was pissed was an understatement.

Charlie glanced over her shoulder at the desk behind her where Eddie usually sat in vain, there’s no way he’d have arrived in the last 2 minutes since she checked without hearing him.

“Miss Jones?” Charlie jumped, snapping her head back to the front of the class guiltily, she always felt guilty on Eddie’s behalf even when she hadn’t done anything wrong herself.

“Well?” Mrs O’Donnell demanded, advancing on Charlie, and standing over her hands on hips.

Confused Charlie peered up at her “What?”

The normally mild-mannered teacher closed her eyes as if praying for patience “Have you seen Mr Munson this morning? You’re usually joined at the hip if anyone knows where he is it’ll be you”

Some of the jocks and Cheerleaders sniggered at the teacher’s words whispers of “Freaks flock together” rippling around the classroom, Charlie glaring at the nearest cheerleader with so much venom the girl actually shrank away from her in fear.

Turning back to the teacher Charlie thought quickly, what excuse hadn’t she used to cover for him this month, the last thing she wanted was to repeat one they’d be stuck in detention together if she made that mistake again “Ah no I haven’t… I think he said something about having a dentist appointment” she lied smoothly keeping her expression and tone as neutral as possible, gazing impassively up at their teacher.

Mrs O’Donnell’s mouth thinned into a grim line, but she didn’t immediately declare that she was lying so she must have chosen correctly “Miss Jones, please be so kind as to explain to Mr Munson that if he doesn’t come to class, Dentist appointment or not, he’s never going to pass my class and that means he’ll be seeing me next year for the 3rd time”

Charlie nodded “Yes Mrs O’Donnell” as the teacher retreated to her desk and begun the lesson, glancing behind her once more Charlie frowned, where the hell was he today.

 The second the bell rang Charlie was already up out of her seat and racing to the payphone in the quad, she had literally minutes before she’d be late for 2nd period herself, but she had to try. The phone rang and rang while she tapped her foot anxiously muttering “Pick up, pick up, pick up” with increasing impatience.

“Hello” Eddie’s voice was deep and rasping like he’d just woken up, which explained his absence.

“Are you sick?” Charlie asked at once, dispensing with the pleasantries.

“Charlie?” Eddie muttered confused.

“I said are you sick?” Charlie insisted, her tone becoming more agitated.

“No” Eddie murmured, his voice muffled by a yawn.

Charlie cursed under her breath “Look at your watch idiot!”

There was silence for half a heartbeat and then a loud expletive as the phone was slammed down the line going dead.

With a sigh Charlie returned the receiver to the booth and trotted off to her next period. He couldn’t keep missing classes like this, but she knew full well he’d never go to bed earlier and he already had an alarm clock he ignored, clearly drastic measures were required.

***

The next morning Charlie hopped in her Jeep and headed over to the trailer park, she’d allowed plenty of time to get Eddie up and for them to get to school on time but what she hadn’t factored in was Eddie’s ability to sleep through anything.

She had been banging on his front door for 10 minutes shouting his name and earning glares from the neighbours, who’d come out of their trailers to investigate the ruckus at this ungodly hour of the morning, when Eddie’s Uncle arrived home slightly earlier than usual from his shift at the plant.

“Charlie?” He called up to her on the porch as he exited his truck “What you doing here so early?”

Charlie had been making such a racket he caught her by surprise not having heard his truck arrive, jumping she swung round sheepishly waving at the neighbours when she spotted them staring at her “Sorry Mr Munson”

Wayne chuckled waving his hand in a dismissive fashion towards his neighbours “Don’t worry bout them they’ll get over it, assume you’re here for Eddie?”

Charlie nodded “Yeah he was late again yesterday I’m trying to make sure that doesn’t happen again, but he won’t answer the door”

Arriving in front of her Wayne unlocked the door and ushered her inside “Boy sleeps so soundly you’d have thought he was dead”

Charlie nodded grinning evilly “That’s why I’m here”

Wayne frowned briefly he could see she was up to something, but he had a feeling it would be entertaining so he simply waved her towards his nephew’s room “Take your best shot sweetheart but don’t say I didn’t warn you”

With a wink Charlie turned and headed straight to the kitchen grabbing the nearest empty glass she filled it from the sink and headed down the corridor weapon in hand.

Bursting into Eddie’s room with a bang as the door hit the wall, Eddie stirred muttering but didn’t wake, only turning over so he was laying spreadeagled on his back one arm hanging off the edge hair spread out across his pillow like a halo.

Without hesitation Charlie marched across the room and dumped the entire contents of the glass on his face, leaping back as he leapt up arms flailing in shock, the bedclothes slithering from his grasp as he did so.

“What the fuck?” he shrieked, eyes wildly scanning the room finally settling on Charlie whose gleeful expression was morphing to shock as her eyes travelled south.

Belatedly Eddie remembered it had been a warm night, so he’d slept nude, snatching up the sheets in an attempt to cover his modestly he screamed at her “Charlie… get out… what the fuck!”

Unable to tear her eyes away from his now covered body Charlie only snapped her eyes up when he screamed, shrieking apologies as she dashed from the room arriving back in the living room with a horrified expression on her flaming face.

Wayne peered around the corner curiously just in time to see Eddie’s bare ass disappearing into the bathroom at the end of the corridor, glancing back to Charlie’s expression a snort of laughter burst from him.

“It’s not funny” Charlie protested weakly her face beetroot red, but Wayne just laughed louder, tears now running down his face as attempted to catch his breath.

“Tell Eddie I’ll be waiting in my car” She muttered bolting from the trailer, Wayne’s laughter following her out of the door.

 Minutes later Eddie appeared fully dressed taking in the sight of Wayne still laughing his ass off as he clutched at the kitchen counter and his chest.

“What is going on?” He asked confused his hair still damp from his sudden waking.

Wayne was barely able to speak so he pointed towards the door gasping “came to get you… make sure… you got… on time… school”

Eddie shook his head at his uncle “It wasn’t that funny man”

Wayne disagreed shaking his head rapidly “You didn’t see her… her face”

With a roll of his eyes Eddie grabbed his bag and jacket from the chair next to the door and headed out leaving his uncle to calm down.

Charlie had taken a moment to compose herself a cigarette dangling from her fingers as Eddie strolled down the steps towards her, resolved to pretend like that hadn’t just happened.

“So, you’re my ride today?” Eddie grinned at her nervously.

Charlie nodded dropping her used butt onto the floor and grinding it into the dirt with her foot stealing herself to look at him “Tired of covering your ass Munson” she added, immediately flushing at her poor choice of words as the sight of his very naked body flashed through her mind leaving her unable to meet his eyes.

They drove to school in a tense silence that was unheard of for them, both moving as if to say something several times before snapping their mouths shut, when they arrived in the car park neither exited the vehicle both just sitting in the same tense silence aware that it needed to be broken.

“I..” Charlie began as Eddie muttered “Look…”

They both laughed awkwardly, Eddie taking a deep breath and continuing “Look this doesn’t need to be a big deal, so you saw me naked it doesn’t need to be a thing we can just pretend like it didn’t happen”

Charlie raised a sceptical eyebrow smirking slightly “I dunno I think it might be imprinted on my brain”

Eddie frowned at her “There’s no need to act like it was the most horrific sight you’ve ever seen though” he muttered affronted.

Charlie laughed at his put-out expression; Eddie having jumped to the worst conclusion of course “Who said I thought it was horrific?” she contradicted quietly eyes on the hands clasped in her lap.

“What?” His mouth fell open as she lifted her head to look at him a small smile stretching her lips at his shocked expression, feeling sudden bold Charlie pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, slowly raking her eyes deliberately up and down his body “Oh” his only response.

Chuckling Charlie alighted from the Jeep as the embarassment broke replaced with a new tension that couldn’t be addressed right now. Reaching behind her seat to liberate her backpack she crooked her finger at her friend “Come on big boy let’s get you to first period”

“Well, this is new” Eddie muttered as he scrambled from the jeep and bolted after her.  

#eddiemunson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff

[basik-black]

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[jongseongsnudes]

Can you do a short Drabble for the jock where Sunghoon is having a hot dream about y/n in a room with Jay and he’s talking in his sleep and wakes Sunghoon up what would be his reaction?

poor jay 💀💀

warning; nothing~ just jay's blood pressure rising again 😂

"so much for hanging out," jay rolls his eyes at the long sleeping figure on his bed, "he barely has time to hang out with us and the minute he does, he falls asleep."

"yeah because he's so busy with his girlfriend nowadays," jake laughs and joins in with jay, the two watching the sleeping boy together, "you know he's so whipped for your sister right?"

"oh trust me, i know how whipped he is. whatever fuck him, we can game ourselves."

although jay was a little bit bitter about sunghoon spending less time with him and jake, a part of him was also happy to know that the boy was truly into his little sister unlike his usual fuck boy self.

with a sigh, jay heads over to his computer and slides on his headset, joining jake in some shooting game.

"DUDE OVER HERE," jay screams at his team-mates through the headset, his fingers clicking away furiously at the mouse and keyboard, "SHOOT THE FUCKING THING COME ON- DUDE-"

"i'm trying i'm trying!" jake sobs back through his headset, even though the two are literally sitting in the same room, "it's not that easy okay?!"

"FUCKING SHOOT-"

"hmmmm baby... you smell so good... i could eat you up."

both jay and jake immediately halt their fingers and turn to look at each other, confusion painting their faces. they both slide their headsets off and slowly turn back towards the bed to see sunghoon still asleep... but-

"come on baby, don't be shy..." the sleeping boy mumbles incoherently, a smirk hanging on the ends of his lips, "take off your jacket... hmmmm."

jay's face was already scrunching up at the sight of his best friend obviously having some sort of an inappropriate dream, his fist balling together tightly at what the dream could've possibly been about.

jay couldn't decide whether he prefered sunghoon's inappropriate dream be of another girl OR the dream be about his younger sister. either way, jay was just ready to smack the boy-

"the top too baby... take it off-"

the moment his younger sister's name rolled off of his best friend's lips, jay instinctively lunged towards the bed and jumped onto the sleeping boy, his hands smacking furiously at sunghoon's face like he was doing to his keyboard a moment before.

"YAAAAA!" jay yells at a very confused looking sunghoon beneath him, "HOW DARE YOU DREAM ABOUT MY INNOCENT LITTLE SISTER THAT WAY? YOU SICKO!"

"what... what's happening?"

"dude, he was sleeping!" jake laughs from behind as he attempted to pull jay off of sunghoon, "you can't get angry at him for that!"

"yes i can and i will!" jay continued to smack the poor half asleep boy who had no idea what was going on, "as long as i am still breathing, i'm not letting you go anywhere near her! AND I FORBID YOU TO SLEEP EVER AGAIN! can't let you dreaming of her in that way either! you're a creep park!"

jake could only shake his head and laugh to himself before leaving his two screaming best friends to go play more games.

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#the jock drabbles #the jock #sunghoon fic #jay fic #sunghoon imagine #jake imagine #enhypen

[imtheasssniffer]

Worth It

(Thank you @majorbombsinyourface for helping me with my comeback story. You’re a nasty mfker, but I guess I am too. Also I’m back, and this story isn’t very fart related. It’s just raunchy. I hope you guys still enjoy it though.)

You finally made it to college, and following in your brothers footsteps you decided to go to the same college and join the same fraternity. The guys always seemed so cool when you’d visit your brother, and you wanted to be a part of that. Being only two years apart meant that you got to be his brother not only biologically, but in the fraternity house. There were some familiar faces. Like Max, he was one of your brothers best friends, and you always got along especially well with him.

Day 1:

On the first day of pledging each pledge was paired with a big brother. You were lucky enough to get paired with Max. Getting paired meant you had to share a room. This seemed awkward at first, but you figured that as you bonded with Max it would be fun. After the house meeting was dismissed Max showed you around, and helped you to get settled down.

Day 2:

The second day was rather uneventful. You went to your classes all the same. After you were done attending classes. You went back to the frat house and studied. Max was out, so you had the bedroom to yourself. It was nice. It smelt a little off, but there were two college boys sleeping there, one of them being a jock, so it was well expected. After a couple hours of silence you heard the door creack open, and listened as Max approached you. His footsteps heavy on the floorboards. You didn’t turn around, which only aided in scaring you as Max roughly planted his hands on your shoulders.

“Whatchu doin man,” he asked loudly. “Studying,” you replied slightly startled, “What have you been up to?”

“I was getting something to eat with my bro’s,” Max replied smugly.

“Hey go sit on my bed,” he demanded.

You slid out of your chair and sat on Max’s bed, which was in the corner of the room and watched as he paced. Clearly he was thinking. An evil smirk crept onto his face, and then all of a sudden you got the feeling that maybe being Max’s pledge wasn’t a lucky turn of events. After a few more long seconds of awkwardly watching him plot to destroy you, Max walked towards you, holding eye contact with you the entire time. He mounted his bed on his knees. Sitting only a few inches from you.

“You know. Just cause I’m friends with your brother. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easy on you,” he stated coldly, you nervously chuckled. Knowing that something sick and twisted was a brew. He placed his left hand on your fore head, and with his right, he blew his nose. Effectively emptying his nose of all its mucus. You wanted to move, but some part of you told you to stay, and let it happen. Maybe it was because you wanted in to the fraternity, maybe it was the twitch in your cock, but whatever it was, it couldn’t shake you from the feeling of disgust.

Before you could fully comprehend what was going to happen next Max slapped you hard in the face. Spraying the boogers onto your cheek. The force causing it to splash over your lips and eyes. Without giving you a second to recuperate Max told you to open your mouth. You shook your head no, you were completely stunned. Max’s sick smile showed on his face again, and he forcefully shoved your head into the wall behind you and repeated,

“Open your mouth.” You gave in. Your cheek stung, and your brain was completely rattled from the past events.

“Wider, aaagghhhhh,” Max teased. You opened your mouth as wide as you could, and Max rubbed his slimy fingers across your tongue and teeth. Leaving a salty residue of mucus to coat the insides of your mouth. You cringed at the taste and the situation. Part of you wanted to throw up, but for some reason. You found it extremely easy to surpress your disgust, as Max had his way with you. You heard him snicker as he brushed your teeth with the remaining boogers on his hand. Your eyes had lost focus. Like they were frosted over. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Then before you knew it. Max planted his hand under your chin, and helped you to shut your jaw.

“Rest up. It’s only going to get worse tomorrow. And get the fuck out of my bed.” You hurried away from him, and walked into the hallway. You took a few deep breaths. Afraid of the monster your rooming with, and the fact that his wrath will only get worse. After a few moments of catching your breath. You rushed in to the communal bathroom and brushed your teeth. Scrubbing vigorously until you could taste blood. You gagged as you the you roughly scrubbed your tongue. He was evil, so why was the thought of it getting worse starting to make your dick harder.

Day 3:

You woke up day three of being a pledge to the sight of a pale ass, and a slightly hairy pink hole hovering over your face. You exclaimed your surprise by a small gasp, which forced you to inhale the musk that was over you.

“Rise and shine,” Max laughed before,

PPpFffRRRrTrTt

You watched as his dewy ass sprayed a fart into your face. His hole pushing out and open to unleash a 4 second fart on your face. The smell was rancid. You choked on the warm air, not wanting to breathe in the taste.

“Do you have morning classes today?” Max asked.

“No.”

“Good, cause your face looks really comfy.”

You began to panic, but before you could even try to throw him off. He fell backwards and planted his ass over your face.

“How’s the post-workout funk man?”

It was awful. You felt his hole swell over your nose. Ready to release. You wanted to do something, but you laid completely still, and let him,

bbBbBlLaarraARrpPtT

You heard Max laugh violently.

“How are the post workout farts pledge.” He said. It burned. You felt your face warm up, and get soggy from his swamp ass.

After what felt like an eternity, which was really just three minutes. Max raised his ass off of your face, and pulled his underwear up. You gasped, and you could feel your body shake, as oxygen was reintroduced to your blood flow. Max laughed as he watched you struggle to get out of bed and catch your breath. You glared at him, and he just laughed even harder.

“Gotta love the booger and fart combo meal,” Max joked as you walked past him.

“Well I wouldn’t know.” You said jokingly.

“What?” Max asked with an slightly annoyed tone. You turned to see him genuinely upset. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you into the bathroom.

“Did you brush your teeth last night?”

“Y-yes,” you replied hesitantly. He let go of your shirt, and started looking through the toothbrushes.

“Which one is yours,” he asked intensely. Nervous, you responded with,

“The blue one in the middle.”

“You know. I’m pissed you made me have to do this, because this shit hurts,” Max replied. You watched as Max locked the door, and then grabbed your toothbrush, shoving the bristled side awkwardly up his asshole. You watched as it went deep. He was rubbing it up and down, collecting every nasty thing he could. He pulled it out, and now the once white bristles were slightly brown. You gagged at the sight, which prompted a laugh from Max.

“Go on, brush your teeth now.”

“Max... don’t you th-“

“I said brush your fucking teeth.”

Scared of what else he’d do. You grabbed your toothbrush back, and applied a fat glob of toothpaste onto the now browned bristles. You hesitantly brought the brush into your mouth and starting ‘cleaning’.

“No matter how much toothpaste you use. You’re still brushing your teeth with my shit,” Max stated, before stomping out of the bathroom. You immediately stopped brushing your teeth, as soon as the door closed, and spit out any remainder of the experience down the drain. You desperately cleaned your toothbrush, but you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to use it again.

When you walked back into your room Max was no where in sight. The only mark to show he came back, was the dirty pair of underwear he’d been wearing for the last couple of days sitting on your pillow. You scoffed as you threw them on the floor, and then got dressed for your day. As you were about to leave your room. The door busted open, and Max came in holding three hampers filled to the brim with dirty laundry. You gave him a funny look, and he flashed his dangerous devilish smile. You stood still in fear, and curiousity. He walked past you and placed the hampers next to his bed. He turned around to look at you and chuckled as he saw your face which was contorted in a disgusted manner.

“Listen I don’t know what you think I’m going to do to you, but I can promise you it’s worse than you imagined,” he said walking up to you, and cupping his hands around your face. You could feel your dick start to strain against your pants, and you got embarrassed at the thought of him seeing it.

“Can we just get this over with?” You asked complyingly. You were so terrified of what would happen if you didn’t listen.

“Hmm. Somebody’s eager,” Max joked not knowing that some part of you did want to drown in weeks old, dirty, jock clothes.

“You felt yourself blush as you followed behind him. He crouched on the floor and grabbed a box from under his bed. Containing a ball gag and rope. You watched nervously as he pulled out the rope, and told you to take off your shirt, and then place your hands together. Although you knew he was getting ready to torture you. You couldn’t help but stop to admire how intimate it felt. The way his eyes squinted as he intently tied the rope around your hands.

“Lay down,” Max stated demandingly. You awkwardly complied. As you got down on the floor Max started to unbutton your pants. Your whole body tensed, and you covered your dick afraid he would see the erection that was slowly getting larger.

“Calm down man. I’m not gonna touch your dick. This is platonic,” he winked. Some part of you trusted him. Even though you were so terrified. You lifted your hands a little. Just enough for him to shimmy your pants down, but you kept them covering your member the entire time. Max just laughed. Once your pants were off he started to bind your feet. He did so with the same level of care as he had on your hands. Next he grabbed the ball gag. You looked at it with fear.

“Are you sure that’s necessary?” You asked nervously. Max snickered and replied, “If you’d like I can use Liams jock.”

“Never mind. Do what you think is best.” Your heartbeat quickened as the gag got closer to your face. Max motioned for you to open your mouth and placed the ball inside, he then gently lifted your head to fasten it tightly. Trapping you in a completely compromised state. After he finished binding your body. He gently scooped his arms under you, and lifted you softly. His arms were warm and embracing, but the second you started to feel comfort in them, your body was thrown like a rag doll onto his bed.

“Listen my bedsheets need to be cleaned, and you’re gonna clean them, but I thought we’d make this fun.”

Max watched you struggle on your back, as you tried to get into a comfortable position.

“Ready?” You just groaned into the gag. He smiled before lifting the briefs you threw on the floor.

“I see you didn’t appreciate my parting gift earlier. Before I drop all the toxic waste that is your fellow frat bros laundry on you. I’m going to make you regret disrespecting me.” You tried to say something, but you couldn’t. All you could do, was watch as he placed the pouch of his briefs over your face. Then he stretched as tight as he could. Stretching the stench of his 3 day old ball sweat on your face. Forcing you to inhale all of the musk that radiated off of his balls. You felt him lift your head, and you thought he was going to release you, but instead he pulled his briefs even tighter around your head, and tucked them into the strap of the ball gag on the back of your head. Your dick was fully erect now. All you wanted was for this to be over, so you could go shoot the steamiest load ever.

“Now that justice is served. I say it’s time we carry out the punishment.” You felt chills run down your body causing you to spazz.

“Oh no, no escape for you.” Little did he know you spazzed, because the sensation your dick was enduring, was euphoric. You couldn’t see anymore, but you heard Max lift one of the hampers. With no warning. Max unceremoniously dumped one of the hampers onto your legs. You could feel moisture surround the lower half of your body. 

“Nice and warm huh?” Before you knew it he dumped the second hamper on your crotch. Finally you didn’t have to cover your huge boner. As you felt relief from freeing your dick. The third hamper was emptied onto your chest.

“Don’t worry. I saved the best for last.” Having no clue what he was talking about you listened closely. There was a ruckus and then the sound of zippers being unzipped. You heard Max sniff hard, and then mutter,

“Oh yeah, that’s the good shit.” Moments after the light that shone through his briefs, turned to complete darkness. Then the most potent scent of musk filled your nostrils. Your face felt warm and damp. It was almost noxious, but you kept sniffing it. You couldn’t get enough.

“I know, it’s hard to breathe down there I bet. That’s the contents of my year old gym bag being spread on your face bro. Always moist, always musty.” You heard Max walk away and open a door. Then, you felt even more clothes being thrown in you.

“And that’s my hamper for good measure too.”

The smell was so intoxicating. Almost as if it was getting you high. You were only trapped under his gym clothes for a couple minutes, but it felt like it had been hours. As you were getting lost in the scent. Max moved all the clothes from off of your face and took off the briefs that was tightly wound over your nose.

“Hey bud.” The light hurt your eyes, as your face became exposed to the world outside of his filthy briefs. You tried to speak back, but the ball gag was still in your mouth.

“It was getting pretty boring watching you lay still under my clothes. So I figured you might as well get it from the source.” You felt your eyes go wide. Max took off his shorts and he was free balling. You watched as his dick bounced between his legs.

“You know. Last year, your brother told me I have perfect t-bagging balls.” A cruel smile crept on his face as he laughed maniacally.

“Little did he know. These t-bagging balls, would be all over his little bros face.” As he spoke, he played with his balls fondling them. You saw his dick twitch, but he seemed unbothered. Meanwhile you had to stifle a moan, as your dick rubbed against some stale socks.

Max walked towards you with a wide, slow gait and a menacing look in his eyes. He slowly neared the bed, and stood over you. His hand lightly slapped your face, and then he kicked his leg over you, straddling your face with his crotch. He was right he did have the perfect t-bagging balls. The nearly covered half of your face, as he rested there, with his taint on your chin. Then he extended his knees, and sat up. Dangling his balls over your face. The angle at which you were witnessing this was immaculate. He looked so godly as he lowered his balls to your nose. Placing his hand on top of them and shoving them in your nostrils. Forcing you to directly breathe in his pheromones.

“Ahh take it in. The scent of your future big bro.” He moaned on top of you. Meanwhile you were struggling to breathe, because the skin of his balls was clogging your nostrils, and the ball gag didn’t help.

“Fuckk.” He started massaging his balls into your face. Kneading them over the bridge of your nose. Then as if his torture couldn’t get anymore raunchy he placed his asshole over your mouth, and dropped his dick over your eyes. You felt his hole against your top lip. His taint sat over your nose, and all you could smell was his tangy aroma. It was magical. You did your best to stifle large inhales, but it was so hard, because his scent just got more addictive the longer he tortured you. While busy trying not to let him know you were enjoying this, he,

BBrRraaAFfTt

Let out a spicy fart.

“Damn. That one kinda hurt coming out.” It slid into your mouth. It left a burnt taste in your mouth, and gave you goosebumps. It lasted 3 seconds, but it packed a major punch. The smell wafted into your nostrils and it was awful. It was cheesy and skunky.

BbBrRaAaaPPtT

“Aww fuck. You’re in for it man.”

PPPrRUUmMMpPTt

“Jesus.” Max said as he comically waved his hand in front of his face. You couldn’t blame him. You were weakly coughing under his ass. The smell was so intense. He must’ve eaten something rancid while you were in the shower.

PpPpPAAAAaRrRpPTt

“I kinda feel bad for you down there.”

PPpffRrrTT

“Ok I’m done. I don’t want to kill you.”

He slowly unmounted your face. Leaving you to bask in his gas, while he stepped away. You watched as he gathered the clothes that he had taken off of your face.

“I’ll let you cool down for a bit,” he said as he threw his old gym clothes back on you. This time a jock falling over your face. The smell was intense, and the smell of his farts that lingered over your face only aided in making his clothes smell atrocious. You were loving it. You laid still smelling the clothes for a while. Clearly Max was up to something. You finally heard the door creak, and then Max,

“Hey man. Sorry I took so long. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” He chuckled as he walked over to you. You were expecting him to release you, but instead you felt and indent on the edge of his bed, and then a heavy weight on top of your body. This weight effectively pressing your sore and hard penis into the pile you of crusty jockstraps and damp T-shirts’ you were under. Since you weren’t expecting the sweet sensation this caused you let out a loud moan.

“Bro, what the fuck, are you good?” You heard Max ask above you. You felt a shuffle on top of you as clothes were thrown on the floor, and then a hand caress your bulge.

“Are you turned on by this?” You were terrified. What was he going to do. What was he going to say?

“I didn’t know you were such a freak,” he stated with a tone that almost sounded pleased.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one in the room right now that’s horny as fuck.”

You gurgled into your gag in shock. Was he for real? A sick sense of joy arose in you. You heard him inhale deeply into the still, rather impressive pile of vile clothes on top of you.

“Fuckkk.” He ruffled some of the clothes on top of your face, and grabbed your jaw. Forcing you to look at him.

“Do you wanna fuck?” He asked bluntly. Surprised, you just moaned into the gag. You were confused, but his face made you want to submit further than you already had.

After a brief contemplation. You nodded your head up and down. Max’s whole face lit up in a sick grin, and he started to stand on the bed . He quickly took off the briefs he was currently wearing, and slammed his body back down on top of you, before sliding off of the bed. He then placed his hands under you, and flipped you over. Your body tensed in shock. You now laid on top of the pile, and your face was pressed into a sweaty sock. You felt him climb back onto your bed, and then grab your butt cheeks. You felt his face against your ass as he inhaled deeply, which caused you to get chills all over your body. He moaned and then placed his tongue just below your hole, flicking it up until it slid around the ring of your anus. You moaned in ecstasy as his tongue seemed to expertly navigate your ass. Once finished licking the outside of your hole, he penetrated your asshole with his tongue, slowly pushing in deeper. He used his tongue like the bow on a violin, going back and forth, in and out. His hands tightly squeezed your cheeks, and massaged your thighs. After a couple of minutes you felt his dick slide against your taint, and in between your cheeks. You moaned in anticipation, as his dick stroked against your ass. You heard him spit, it splashed on his dick, and rained down on your ass. Unlike everything he had done before, he sloppily rubbed his saliva into his dick, moaning as he played with the head of his cock in his hands. Before continuing, he grabbed a sweaty t-shirt, and inhaled deeply into the armpit. Gasping in ecstasy, and then plunging his dick in ecstasy. You nearly screamed as you felt your hole stretch around his cock, which was larger than you anticipated. He initially moved slow and carefully, like he had before, but after a few strokes he started pounding into you roughly. You felt his hands slam down against your back, leaving a sting red pain to heat up your mid back, before scratching his nails back down to your ass, which he pinched between his fingers. Jiggling your mounds like jello, as he thrust into them harshly, causing them to ripple even more. You groaned in pleasureful pain, as your body was being used by Max, who fucked you hard. The intense stench that filled the room mixed with the beating your ass was getting, caused you to shoot your load all over the pile of clothes you laid on, spraying your cum onto your various frat brothers clothes. The vulgarity of it just aroused you more. Not too long after you felt Max strain as he began to shoot ropes of cum deep into your insides. As he slowly slid his dick out of your hole, you felt his cum ooze out of your hole, and trickle down to your balls.

“Fuck you better be ready for round two bitch,” Max said trying to catch his breath. You simply moaned at the thought of going again.

(I was thinking of making this a story that took place over a week, so if you think I should continue it let me know. I have a lot more nasty shit planned for you and Max.)

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

time...to speak on an irondad dynamic that I feel is criminally underused even though I made it up in my head and haven't shared it before.

So. Peter Parker loves sports. We know that. In Civil War he says he wishes he could play football, and there's an entire short of him trying to go to an NBA finals watch party. But it's like...so glossed over. Why. I deserve wannabe jock Peter Parker.

we all deserve Rabid New York Sports Fan Peter Parker.

But here's what we also deserve: Tony, rich kid Tony, building computers at 7 like the nerd he is...knowing absolutely Nothing about sports.

Sure, he threw the NBA party and sat courtside but that was like...a celebrity thing. That was a status thing. He was more worried with what he was wearing and who was on the guest list, Peter was the one invested in watching the game...Tony literally had his glasses on at the game he was probably texting Pepper during it asking her to explain what was actually happening lmao

But anyway...I just love the concept of Peter just...enraged at some new recruit's stats and on a full rant while Tony is struggling to figure out what sport the kid's even talking about.

Tony not being able to tell the difference between a soccer ball and a volleyball, not realizing that the reason Peter's acting like it's the end of the world is because his favorite hockey team didn't win the Stanley Cup.

Tony trying to bond with the kid and having a vague idea that people take kids to baseball games, and he's expecting a nice, if a little boring day with his sweet, polite little mentee and then spending the next few hours watching Peter shoving hog dogs down his throat while somehow also screaming curses and vague threats at the other team's batters at the top of his lungs...Peter just goes like Full Queens Accent when he's angry so he's screaming "MISS! MIIIISSS! YA REALLY THINK YA CAN BEAT NEW YAWK! YA FUCKA!!" and poor Tony's just sitting next to him like "😱😱😱😰😰😰🤯😵"

Peter can list any team's line up and stats, and goes feral whenever a game is on tv, no matter the sport, and Tony tries So Hard to follow along and engage in the kid's interests but the damn poindexter just,,,,cannot understand what's happening lmao he's just like "ah yes I see he has gotten...the bäll? how wonderful!" and Peter's like "MISTA STAWK THAT'S THE AWTHER TEAM WHAT ARE YA TALKING ABOUT ARE YA A NEW YAWKER OR NOT" and Tony's. a little terrified lmao

Rhodey is using Tony's phone for something one day and sees a bunch of google searches that are like "what to do if your kid is a jock" "how to handle jock child" "what is my kid talking about" "sports translator???" "how to make my kid think I understand sports" "wikihow do I parent a jock" "how to get my teen to stop cursing at sports" "how to make myself like sports" "how to handle your kid having different interests than you" "how do I make my teen think I'm cool again". Rhodey screenshots them all and posts them on twitter.

Tony feeling really great because he got a bunch of football merch for Peter's birthday one year but he got merch for like....the dolphins or something and Peter's thanking him and being grateful but Dying inside lmao

When Peter's in college the giants somehow win the super bowl and the city goes absolutely insane. riots and partying every where in the streets. It's beyond out of hand. Tony's watching news coverage and is in the middle of texting 'does spidey need some help with this mess?' When the news camera shows Peter and his roommate standing on top of a car, shotgunning beer, both of them shirtless and painted in the team's colors, leading the immediate crowd in a very explicit celebration song.

Just....there's like a common trope of Manly Man Sports Man having a rough time trying to connect with his nerdy son and I just think it's hilarious in reverse...let Peter get a little more confident and join the school football team and Tony comes to every game but can't even tell which team is which much less pick his kid out on the field. Having absolutely no idea who actually won until Peter tells him. I love it. I deserve it.

thank you for coming to my TED talk

#spiderman #iron man #irondad #marvel #peter parker #molly mumbles

[cc-tinslebee]

Okay, so, about a month ago, my brain just conjured up probably the most random au possible: Legally Blonde Adam Banks/banksway au.

Believe me, it's as chaotic as it sounds, but lowkey, I'm kind of in love with it.

Adam never joins the Ducks because there aren't any Ducks to join. Bombay never had to do community service with District Five so there was no one to realise that Adam was on the wrong team all along. He continues to play for the Hawks and, eventually, the Eden Hall Warriors, never getting the chance to become the well-rounded individual we know him as because he's never known anything other than his rich privilege and the "win at all costs" mentality. He ends up going to college on a hockey scholarship and not straight to the NHL or the AHL (shocking, I know). While he's unsure of his major and where his life is heading, he finds solace in the fraternity he joins, which, by some sheer twist of fate, Jesse and Guy have also miraculously joined.

And his life is perfect for a while. He's the star player on yet another school's hockey team, all of his fraternity brothers adore him (though, it took a bit for Jesse to warm up to him), and his secret, not-really-official thing with his former teammate is going swimmingly. (Not to slander my boy, but I was picturing Larson for the role of Warner, purely because the alternative seems to be Rick Riley and that's kind of an unsettling image-- though, maybe that's the point?)

But then his secret boyfriend breaks up with him because, with his high aspirations in life, he needs to be "more serious." And dating Adam Banks, a guy in a stereotypical fraternity who only really knows hockey, in 2001 isn't exactly the white-picket-fence life he's looking for if he's going to be a politician.

And since this non-Duck Adam clearly doesn't have the braincells that canon Adam does, in his devastation, he decides it's a brilliant idea to prove that he is serious by applying to Harvard Law. His parents try to talk him out of it, since they want him to pursue his dreams of hockey, but being a lawyer is a respectable career so they can't exactly argue with him.

He gets accepted thanks to Jesse, Guy, and the rest of his fraternity helping him study for the LSAT and keeping him on track. He's trying his darndest when he gets to Harvard, but (despite his struggle not being as significant as Elle Woods'), not a lot of people take him seriously as an aspiring lawyer, considering him a meathead jock who only got in because of daddy's money.

And that's about the time he meets Linda, who he vaguely remembers from his time at Eden Hall. What he doesn't remember is her being so competitive, because she's deliberately beating him at every turn, just trying (and kind of succeeding) at making him look like a fool. To make matters worse, all of the sudden, she's engaged to his ex-boyfriend, who is very adamant about never telling anyone that he and Adam were more than friends (because, you know, early 2000s homophobia and such).

But things get a little brighter for Adam when he meets Charlie, an undergrad teacher's assistant who gives him all sorts of advice about surviving the school. He introduces him to Professor Bombay, who Charlie claims is the only reason he survived his first year and quickly becomes Adam's favourite teacher, and Charlie's childhood friend Connie, who aspires to be a state senator one day. Charlie's charismatic and even if he's not the most well-liked person at Harvard, Adam feels a weight lifted off his shoulders once he becomes friends with him and Connie. Things become a little easier.

Just before he and Charlie start getting really close, Adam meets Casey at a local diner on a day he's feeling particularly upset and alone, and the two start bonding almost immediately. (He bullshits his way into scaring an ex-husband of hers with legal repercussions he has no idea about and she basically adopts him in return.) It takes him an embarrassing amount of time to realise that it's not just a coincidence that Casey and Charlie share the same last name, which results in poor Adam feeling extremely embarrassed for not connecting the dots sooner while Charlie's having the time of his life teasing him for it. Eventually, when the dust of that settles, Charlie and Adam join forces to set Casey and Bombay up, their schemes borderline ridiculous at times, but they'rere not exactly failing.

And after realising he isn't the Warriors moron she thought he was for going on five years, Linda starts warming up to Adam, which is surprisingly nice? She figures out on her own that there used to be something between him and her fiancé, and is more understanding of Adam than she is mad. Linda actually spills to him the lengths Adam's ex had to go through to actually get into Harvard, aligning more with the rumours about Adam's acceptance being bought than having the aptitude for the law that Linda and Adam share. (This may be me saying Linda and Adam friendship rights, what of it-- /lh)

To make things all the better, Bombay chooses Adam, Linda, Connie, Charlie, and Adam's ex to be on his legal team for a murder case he's responsible for (and while he knows about Adam and Charlie's ploys to hook him up with Charlie's mom, they're his favourites, so he doesn't say anything).

And this is just so much better than anything he had before. After all the initial unpleasantness, Linda and Connie become some of the most genuine friends he's ever had. He misses Guy and Jesse, of course, and he'd never take them for granted, but back when he was with them at the fraternity, a part of him was still being as superficial as he had been in middle and high school. Being authentic for once in his life is liberating.

And Charlie's just about the most considerate person Adam's ever met. Adam doesn't even mind when Charlie teases him over his absurd and juvenile insults because he's just this source of light for Adam, supporting him and always pushing him to be the best version of himself. His ex hardly even exists when Charlie's around because his energy is just so contagious that Adam starts falling for him long before he even realises it. (And when Jesse and Guy come to visit, there's a moment where it all clicks and the four of them realise their history together, however brief. I strongly maintain that they'd be that Starkid meme: "Fucking Hawks? We hated you guys!" "We hated ourselves!" But it does make Adam realise how much better off he would've been if he had Charlie and his team when he was little instead of the Hawks, and it just further makes him understand that people like Larson and Rick Riley just aren't worth it.)

But there's also another revelation Adam goes through. Between helping Casey, his rigorous studies, and his position working with/for Bombay, something just clicks for Adam. He likes being able to help people, fighting for the good guys who may not have the resources they need to be properly defended. Practicing law calls to him in the same way hockey did; it's the feeling of knowing this is what he's meant to do. He still loves hockey, he always will, but it helps him finally grasp that there's a world for him outside of it; when hockey ends for him, there's something equally as rewarding that he can pursue, which was something he never thought he would have.

I haven't a single coherent thought about this au past that point except for these little inklings of an ending--

There's absolutely no SA scene like the movie had; Bombay's just Adam and Charlie's favourite teacher and those are his boys, so he's going to make sure they succeed as if his life depends on it.

With that said, Bombay believes in them both enough to let them finish the case because with their joined determination/stubbornness (and Adam's in with the defendant), Adam and Charlie are a force to be reckoned with and he knows it.

After a handful of comedic failures, they do end up succeeding at their attempts to set Casey and Bombay up, and they start living together sometime during the kids' Junior year :) (All I'm asking is for one (1) story with a Casey/Gordon endgame-- I just think they're neat--)

Linda dumps her fiancé (as she should) and goes on to live her best wlw life as a successful lawyer. (If I'm not mistaken, Linda's actress actually is a lawyer, which is a pretty cool fun fact!!)

Adam and Linda's ex gets the Warner ending because, man, screw that guy /lh (rip to Larson if this is him, I'm sure you'll get a nice endgame in some other universe, king)

Honorary mention for Connie, who was going long distance with Guy this entire time to everyone but Jesse's shock, and they get their Game Changers endgame of State Senator Connie Moreau and stay-at-home dad Guy Germaine with their seven -- sorry, three -- children :)

Adam's an absolute bundle of nerves after graduation, which definitely concerns Charlie. So, when he asks if he's okay, Adam starts nervously monologuing about their time together until he runs out of breath. He ends it by proposing to him, and Charlie smiles so surely at him when he says yes. They both become damn good public defenders and stay engaged until the point they can legally get married, but they're practically husbands long before that happens.

Also, if I did my math right (which I should’ve, it’s my entire basis for my Share Your Address series), the Ducks’ would have the same graduating class year as Elle Woods anyway (2004), which is pretty neat!

Thank you once again for listening to me ramble :)

#i just think they're neat that's all-- #full disclosure: i have not listened to/seen the musical yet but I have heard very good things about it #adam banks #charlie conway #gordon bombay #linda the mighty ducks #connie moreau #banksway #charlie x adam #the mighty ducks #casey x gordon

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Please Me: Futakuchi's Fun

Kenji Futakuchi x dom fem reader

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS DNI ⚠️

Welcome to week 2 of the Please Me Series!  A collaboration with @axoxtxhxh!  First up, we have femdom wins featuring Futakuchi and Asahi!  Please check out Joey’s fic, Asahi's Awakening!  I will link it in the please me master list!  

Please Me Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, unwanted touching, dirty talk, public sex, fingering, male and female oral, hand jobs, pet names, switch Kenji, switch leaning dom reader, cum play

Word count: 5,200

"Jas really? Another date?” you sigh as your life long friend tries desperately to convince you this is a good idea.

“Y/N, I promise.  This one is right up your-” your loud friend starts to say as you cut her off almost immediately.  

“You said that about guys 4 and 5.  So what makes you think 6 is going to be so special?” You smirk at her questioningly.

You knew your friend meant well, unfortunately after the 3rd date she had set you up on, you realized her taste in men weren’t anywhere close to yours.

“Y/N I promise, if this one doesn’t work out, I'll stop setting you up on dates. Ok?” Jas speaks as she cautiously awaits your response.

“I remember a similar conversation after the magician, Jas” you say as your eyes narrowed.

“But this one I know personally!  My boyfriend works with him and actually went to school with him.  He’s been single for a while but I finally convinced him to meet with you!” she said enthusiastically.

“I tried to stop her” Her boyfriend interjected “but you know how she gets about this Y/N.”

“Oh hush now!  Kenji is a great guy.  A little rough around the edges but super nice” Jas says as she slow turns away from you.

“Oh god” you say as you bury your face in your palms.

“To be fair YN, he has changed since high school.  He was captain of the Volleyball team so he kind of transitioned from being the huge dick he use to be” Jas’s boyfriend says as he walks from their apartment kitchen.

“oh nice, a former jock whose still living in high school. Sign me up” you say as you sarcastically throw your hands up in the air.

“YN he still plays volleyball so he’s not a former jock, he still is one.  Besides he really doesn’t seem at all like his teammates described him” Jas shurgs “plus I have to you two meeting at a bar and grill so if anything there’s booze.”

“Oh a perk to this date?” you say sarcastically as Jas smacks your arm.

“See? This is exactly why she will get along with Kenji great” Jas yells to her boyfriend who only laughs.

You roll your eyes and think to yourself.

I guess one date wont be so bad.

The night of your date approaches quickly, much to your dismay.  You opt to wear a simple, mid thigh length black dress and your black leather jacket.  You stare at your heels and opt for flats instead.

“Honestly I don’t know anything about this guy so flats is probably a good option” you say as you slip on your shoes and descend to the street below.

You arrive at the bar/grill and check you’re phone. Jas texted you telling you Kenji was there and waiting for you at the bar.  You sighed as you walked in, heading towards the bar.  

Suddenly you felt a hand grab up your dress as you turn around to see a man standing uncomfortably close to you.

“excuse me? What do you think your doing?” you shout as the man puts up both hands

A tall figure at the bar witnessed the whole ordeal and begins walking up to you.

Suddenly the tall man stops as he hears a loud SLAP echo through the place.  

There you stand toe to toe with the man who groped you as you grab him by the neck, pulling him towards the door.

The tall figure watched in wonder as you disposed of the man outside the restaurant.

“Oh my god ma’am! Are you ok? We saw that man assault you!” the hostess said as she ran up to you concerned.

“Oh gosh I’m fine.  Just another low life.  But I’m afraid I may have broken the pervs nose when I tossed him out. My apologies” you say as you fix your dress, picking up your bag and proceeding to the bar.

The tall figure followed your form as you sat down, almost forgetting the reason you were there.

“Any beer please” you say as the bartender serves you quickly.  While you handled the situation well, your adrenalin was kicking in and you needed to calm down.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Y/N would you?” a tall, good looking man said as he approached you.

“I mean if you are the police, then no” you say as you turn to take another drink

“Do I look like a cop?” He says as he smirks

“Nah you’re too good looking.  Yeah I’m Y/N” you say as you smirk

“Kenji, I’d say it’s a pleasure but I’m kind of nervous after what you just did to that guy.  You handled yourself well” he said as he sat down next to you.  

“Well as long as you don’t grope me, we wont have an issue” you nod sideways to him

“Not unless you want me too” he says cockily

“oh right out the gate. You're a brave one aren’t ya?” you say giggling at his forwardness.

“Well at least I can say I tried” he says “how about we grab a table?”

You get up from you spot on the bar to move to a more intimate table in the back of the restaurant.  The night continues and honestly, you are enjoying yourself.  Sure Kenji was cocky and full of himself but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.  Plus the man could take a joke which provided you both with good banter all night. You both finish off your final beer as you stand up.

“well shit I knew coming to a bar/grill wouldn’t be the best idea” you giggle as you stumble a bit.  Kenji chuckled as he held on to your arm.  

“For as hard as you fight, you sure are a lightweight” he laughs as he grabs your waist “lets get you home.”

He walks you to your apartment as you lean on him for support.  It's not like you drank a lot but you imagine that the drama from earlier caused you to consume your drinks a little faster than you were use to.  

“welcome to my humble abode” you scream as you throw your hands up as Kenji sets you keys on the counter and removes his shoes.  

You sit on the couch as you motion for him to join you.  He sits besides you.

“20 questions, lightening round and GO!” you screech.

“ok but you start champ” He says.

“Why are you single?” you starting off strong.

“damn right out of the gate.  ok well my ex and I had a mutual break up 6 months ago.  I don’t see her or speak to her anymore” he says.

“far enough” you say smiling “hit me.”

“why did you agree to let Jas set you up with me?” He says

“oh GOD!  she’s been trying to set me up with someone for months now.  you are number 6 but I will say you’ve made it further than any other guys” you say

“far enough" he says

“top or bottom?” you say nonchalantly

“Jesus YN!” Kenji laughs as he fakes an offended look

“What?  It can tell you a lot about a person” You say

“Fine.  I’m actually more of a dom top” he says shrugging  

“Well shit” you laugh

“What? Are you a bottom?” he says questioningly

“ah ah you have to ask me a different question” you smirk

“Fine. What’s your favorite postion”

“Easy, cowgirl” you spit “what kind of dom are you?”

“I feel like we are grazing over the ‘cowgirl’ comment Y/N” Kenji laughs as you lay back putting you feet on his lap as if he was an old friend or a lover.

“what I like to top!  gives me more control.” you shrug

“Ah so you like control?” he asks

“Yes and you ignored my question” you say

“mostly a service and pleasure dom.  But I also like control” he says

“haha most men say that and let me tell you, it’s a major let down” you laugh

“oh really now?” he questions  

“I’ve slept with more ‘doms’ than I care of even mention” you say as you quote the air “most men don’t even know how to please a women let alone know to service one.”

“well you sound pretty knowledgeable on that Y/N” Kenji smirks as he leans back softly stroking your legs

“Kenji, I’ve slept with dozens of men and when I say I can rip orgasms from them with ease, I’m not exaggerating” you say smugly

“oh is that so” Kenji says as he leans closer to you “ok then how about a little bet?”

“bet? The fuck for?” you say confusingly  

“ok well you are basically saying you can out Dom me correct?” he says smugly

“you got it chief" you smirk, putting up cutesy annoying finger guns.  Kenji laughed at your gesture.  

“ok then lets do this.  We each plan a date and end the night fucking.  Whomever gets the highest rating wins” he says as he tilts his head slightly to the side

“interesting” you say as you sit up “ok so lets say I agree.  How do we judge?  I mean what if you give me a bad rating just to win.”  

“Listen Y/N I’m sure you can tell this but I’m a pretty honest person.  If I’m not getting pleasure, you’ll know it” he says  

“Ok so we just rate each other on what? The date and the sex?” you say.

“well how about the sex is the most points and the date is just extra” he says as he winks “because outside of sex, I’d really like to see you again”

You smile, kneeling on the couch close to him.  

“Fine but we are not starting tonight.  No sex until our next date” you say as you narrow your eyes.

“You’re drunk Y/N. I would never” he says putting his hands up.

“Well alright then how about  next Friday night you start since this was your suggestion” you say extending your hand.

Kenji grabs your hand pulling you towards him as your lip meet his in a sweet, heated but short kiss.  You pull away with a smile.

“Its a bet” Kenji says with a smile.  

The following week came fast.  You and Kenji texted often during the week.  It wasn’t like you were nervous for your date or what was to follow.  You were confident in yourself and your skills as a more dominant person.  However this was something new for you and sometimes new is scary.

“You ready Doll” Kenji says as you greet him at the front entrance of your apartment complex.  

“Ready as Ill ever be” You smile softly as he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers with him.

“Starting off strong I see” you say as you lift your hands to show him what he already knew.

“Nah, it just felt right” He smiled as you blushed lightly

“Alright so where to?” you question

“It’s a surprise doll.  Trying to get the extra points where I can” he says as he smirks as you and you blush at the pet name

You walk down the street and arrive at a small pizzeria.  It looked very intimate and hidden in plan sight.  Honestly you were surprised you had never noticed it before.

“I’ve never seen this place before” you smile as he holds the door for you to enter.  

“That’s why I like it.  Its small and out of the way” He smiles as he places his hand on your lower back guiding you to a intimate table in the back corner.

Dinner goes as planned as you enjoy some of the best pizza you have ever had in your entire life.  You smile as Kenji pays and you head to your next location.

“An arcade?” you laugh as Kenji just shrugs.  

“You seems like a competitive person but a fun competitive not a serious one” He smiles as he pulls you into the arcade.

You play games and laugh for what seems like hours before you decide its time to move on to more “serious” matters.

“That was so much fun Kenji” you say as he pulls you down a secluded alley and begins kissing you feverously.

“Is this where you kill me” You giggle when he moves down your neck trying to find your sweet spot.

“Nah doll this is where I fuck you” he says as he discovers you sweet spot pulling a moan from you.  He feels incredible pressed up against your heated core. You can feel his cock harden on your thigh.

“Kenji ah” You moan as his hands travel up your dress, groping your ass “here? Wont people see?”

He breaks away from you neck kissing your collarbone “its worth the risk doll.  Plus I cant wait any longer to be inside you.” He kisses you grind your core into his thigh.

You moan as he assaults you collarbone,  your hands traveling up his shirt as he pushes you against the brick wall, caging you in making you feel oddly secure and comforted.

“Fuck doll- your skin is so soft, I bet your cunt is soft too. Shall we take a look?” He says as he inserts his knee between your thighs opening them up and snaking his hand down your panties.  His hands are rough, surely from his job and all those years of Volleyball.  You can feel the excitement radiate off of him as he closes in on your core.

You can feel how wet you are as you both groan as he reaches you clit. His rough fingers providing the perfect stimulation for your needy cunt.

“Shit baby, I’d say you are pretty turned on from public sex huh?” he says as he whispers into your neck as he begins to rub circles into your hardened clit.

“Ahh Kenji- please I need you” you moan as he starts to pry to fingers into you sopping wet cunt.  His hands feel incredible.  Even with your body count as high as it is, you’ve never had anyone make you feel so amazing.  

“Oh fuck doll, damn you are tight.  We need to lose this pussy up, I don’t want to hurt you” He says as he inserts to of his long fingers into your cunt as you brace yourself on the brick wall. You can feel every inch of his long, sturdy fingers probe your wet insides. The feels is unreal. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

Your head falls back as he reaches your sensitive spot.  He pumps his fingers into your cunt as he curls them to reach the spot that made your vision darken. You can’t contain yourself any longer, his fingers feel utterly incredible.  

“Come on baby, cum for me please. Then I’ll fuck you good ok” He begs as he kisses your neck. God this man knows just what to say.

“Kenji please I’m so close- ah right there Kenji!” you moan as your head falls back and he pumps his fingers faster.  You feel the cord in your stomach soap instantly.. You cum with a gush as Kenji smiles, pulling his fingers you and offering them to you.  You accept taking them into your mouth as you suck pulling a deep groan from your partner.  You could feel the wetness from your release seeping down your plush thighs as you slowly descended from your high.

“You’re turn” you smile as you reach for his belt.  You couldn’t wait to get your hands on Kenji's hardened cock.

He grabs your hands, stopping you as he pins them above your head with one hand and pulls you in by your waist with another. Your eyes widen with lust as he speaks.

“ah ah doll, I believe its my week to pleasure you” He smiles as he kisses you roughly, tasting the your essence on your lips.  His lips feel incredible.

“fuck I’m going to have to eat this pussy properly later” he groans as he quickly undoes his belt and pants, moving his boxers down.  You knew he was a bit larger than average sized and definitely thicker.  The thought of his cock filling you up made you whimper.  

“But for right now, I’m going to pump this pussy full of my cum.  you want that doll?” he groans into your neck as he pumps his cocks, picks you up and lines you up for him.  You felt the pressure of his tip push hardly against your tight opening.

You had already discussed contraceptives prior to your activities.  You were on birth control and both of you had been tested.  You wanted to keep the play field level so you decided to forgo the condoms.

“holy-” Kenji groans as he pushes into your wet cunt “God baby this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.” You moan as you wince from both pleasure and pain.  

You’re jaw slacks you feel him enter you.  You have never felt so full.  His cock hit every single area of your cunt so perfectly .

“Fuck baby can you relax a little” he says as he tries to adjust you.  

God you are tight he thought to himself.  If he had any less control he would have busted inside immediately.

You cant relax.  He feels so good and the semi public sex is turning you on something fierce.  You can fell your cunt spasm around him as he starts to gently push in and out of you.  You feel like your already close to your release and you barely started!  

He groans as his pace increases and he lifts up your dress further exposing your pussy to him.  He growls as he watches his cock plunge in and out of your tight, wet cunt.  The feeling is unimaginable.

He leans you further back on the wall so he can snake his hand to your clit.  He watches in wonder as he rubs your clit and your mouth slacks open.

You cant even moan.  There is no sound coming from your mouth.  You are utterly mute.  You feel so unbelievably incredible.  

“Ken- fuck I’m going to cum please go faster!” you manage to choke out barely. You aren’t sure you can handle faster but you really want this orgasm.

“As you wish baby” He says pulling his hand from you clit and jackhammering into you at an unbelievable speed.  His hands on your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist.  

“Oh fuck Kenji! I- I" you cant even form words.  This angle, this speed is causing your body to act on its own.  You feel a weird gush of liquid stem from your core as you try to regain control of your thoughts.

“oh shit baby did you just squirt?” he says as he looks at you and his jaw falls open at the feeling.  

He’s never had sex that felt this amazing before.  This angle, this view was everything.  And by your reaction, you seemed to be enjoying it as well.

“Fuck that the was the hottest thing ever baby! Shit- I’m going to cum” he chokes as you finally manage a soft moan and nod as you feel the pressure from your orgasm still present.  God you don’t even want this to end.  This feeling was absolute bliss.

“shit shit baby-FUCK" He says as he stalls into your cunt pushing hard into you as your cunt gladly accepts him.  

You can feel his cum shoot deep inside as you feel your pussy spasm against his cock.

He lays his head in your neck as he catches his breath and you pet his hair smiling, coming down from both of your highs.  It was incredible.

He pulls back gently as he rubs your thighs and hips.  He places his forehead against yours as he looks deep into your blown out pupils.

“Ok well that was the best sex I’ve ever had” he smiles as he kisses you deeply

“Best sex... for now” you giggle as he smiles kissing you again.

He takes out a handkerchief, cleaning you up as you fix your dress and he puts himself back in his jeans.  

“Oh baby the night isn’t over yet” He smiles as he grabs your hand leading you out of the alley and down the street to his apartment.

A whole week had passed since your last “date” date with Kenji.  Honestly it was more of a fuck fest, if you had to label it.  You aren’t sure how you even managed to walk up to your apartment without falling.  It took you 3 whole days to recover.

The sex had been mind-blowing.  Honestly you were scared you wouldn’t be able to top it but you refused to go down without a fight.

This week was your date and you had the perfect plan.

“Alright doll, I’m ready” Kenji says as he leans in to kiss you at your door.

“Ok come in” you say moving to the side allowing him to enter.

“Wait here?” he smiles as he comes in removing his jacket and shoes.

“Yes sir” as you turn around.  You opted to wear an oversized shirt and some thigh highs.  You had a plan and it involves comfort.

“A little underdressed aren’t you doll” Kenji smiles as he sees your shirt lift up revealing your lush ass below.

Kenji bite his lip as he makes his way closer to you attempting to feel up your shirt as he kisses your neck.  You drove him utterly insane wearing that outfit.  

“ah ah ah Kenji” you say as you back into the cabinet “I’m in charge tonight sweetheart” you say as you shake your finger in front of his face.

“ok fine” he says throwing his hands up in defeat as he makes his way to the living room.  Hoping some distance will cool him off a little.  

You had ordered in sushi and had a bottle of wine waiting.  You made your way over to the coach, expertly bending over revealing more skin with each reach.

“I’m beginning to think your goal is torture” he says as he watches you bend over.  He desires to feel your soft skin so badly.

“me?” you say sarcastically “I wouldn’t dare.”

You eat, talk and drink as you laugh about your week and discuss your impending night.  Kenji reaches over testing the waters as he begins laying light kisses on your cheeks, necks and collar bone.

“You know doll, it was torture for me to wait an entire week to fuck you again” he smiles as you kiss him deeply pushing him back on the couch.

“I actually debated just forfeiting” He laughs as you straddle him.

“Awe Kenji hooked on my sweet pussy already?” you say as you start to slowly grind on him.  Maybe torture was part of your plan?!

“fuck- yes baby. Shit you feel so good” He groans as you apply more pressure to your grinding  

“Well I mean, you wont have to worry about forfeiting after I win” you say as he pulls you harder into to his hardening member as you throw your head back in ecstasy.  

It honestly was torture for you to wait as well. You were in agony by Wednesday.  As hard as you tried, you couldn’t get yourself off. You had been completely ruined by the mind-numbing sex.

“Fuck baby you going to show me how to Dom or what” he smiles at you as he watches you lift your shirt, seeing the growing wet patch in your panties forming.  He groans wanting go feel and taste your wet pussy.

“Patience sweetheart” you say as you grind faster into his cock pulling grunts and groans from him left and right.

“Shit baby you’re going to make me cum if you don’t hurry up and fuck me” he says as he can feel his release building

“Who said anything about you being inside of me Kenji?  I’m running this show” you say as you stop grinding and move yourself down between his legs undoing his jeans as he watches you.  

The way you shimmy down his legs towards his crotch has him losing his mind.  He had felt your mouth the weekend prior and knew just how skilled you were with it. He could barely last the way you had taken his thick cock down your throat.

He watches you place licks on his hardened cock as his mouth falls slack and his eyes rolls back.  You adjust your positioning as you continue to suck on his cock, slowly removing your panties and you start to rub your engorged clit.

You were getting so turned on from pulling all the pleasure you could from Kenji.  The way his face contorted in pleasure could make you orgasm on the spot.  

“sit on my face baby please” Kenji says as you continue to suck and lick on his cock.  You stop your motions and look up at him.  

Oh shit don’t stop please he thinks to himself.

“Kenji no” you say sternly as you begin to suck harder and move your fingers around your clit faster.  Tonight was about Kenji and after last weekend, you had a lot of making up to do.  

You feel your approach as you switch to stroking Kenji’s cock as you continue to pleasure yourself.  

Watching you masturbate while you stroked his cock was too much. God you looked like an absolute goddess.

“Baby fuck- I’m going to cum. Please cum with me. I- I want to see you cum as you jerk me off” Kenji groans as he starts thrusting up into your hands as your fingers increase in speed.  You are so close.  

“Oh fuck Kenji, I’m going to cum, cum with me please” You say as your throw your head back in a scream as Kenji releases all over your hand and his stomach and you feel your cunt spasm around nothing.  

“fuck baby you are really something else” Kenji says as he pants heavily coming down from his releases.

You really were.  Never in his life had he been so turned on by a partner.  You made sex fun and interesting and it drove him nuts.  

You stick your fingers in his mouth as you slowly lean down to lick up the cum on his stomach and off his member. He groans as he feels your wet tongue hit his hardened abs and sensitive cock.

Locking eyes with him as you clean up his mess, he pulls his lip between his teeth.  The feeling is too good.  

You stand up as you remove your shirt from your body, revealing you naked form.

“oh fuck angel” Kenji says as he starts to harden immediately at the sight.  God your body was perfect.  Plush in all the right ways and absolutely stunning.  

You remove his pants and boxers as you straddle his waist.  He’s built, no doubt from his job and volleyball.  He’s so pretty.  

You lean down to kiss him deeply, as you force your tongue into his mouth, all while grinding on his hardened cock with your wet pussy.  He groans as you move down his jaw as he pulls your hips faster against his cock.  

You separate as you look down at him, completely blissed out from you grinding against his member. His length feels so good tickling your clit with pleasure.  

You tug as his shirt as you help him pull it over his head, revealing his hardened form.  

You move your mouth his  chest as you suck on his nipples, licking lightly in between them as you move from one to another.

“Fuck baby are you trying to make me cum again” He grunts as you increase your pace.  You want to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

Suddenly, without warning you sink your soaking cunt onto his hardened member pulling a choking grunt from the man below you as his hands dig harshly into your hips.

 Fuck your cunt felt fantastic. Kenji would definitely chose to live in it if he could.  So soft and warm and oh so tight.  

“Are you trying to kill me?” He says as you begin bouncing on him as he tries to control his grunts.  

Fuck- this girl really is trying to kill me.  I’m not going to last.  Focus Kenji he thinks to himself as he tries to regain composure over his body.  

“Death by pussy sounds like a nice way to go” You say as your throw your head back in pleasure.  Unbeknownst to him, you feel just as incredible as he does.  His cock fit your pussy so perfectly.  

He groans as you moan from the friction of his hardened cock.  You speed up as you approach your high.  You can tell Kenji's close because he starts meeting your bouncing with harsh thrust.  

Fuck, he’s going to lose it.  You feel fucking incredible.  The way your pussy sinks down on his cock, taking him in so deeply has him going wild.  He wants to, no needs to fuck you!  

“Fuck doll- you win, you win please just let me fuck you” he groans as you can sense the pain in his voice.  You got what you wanted.  

“Fuck me Kenji.  Pound into your cunt” you moan as he begins to thrust up into your cunt at an unimaginable pace.  

His pace was much faster now than in the alleyway.  You were sure your cervix was going to be bruised tomorrow.  

“Holy fuck baby!  Mine, mine, mine, all mine!” He groans as you scream from the pressure.  This was it.

“Kenji fuck” you says as you feel your cunt spasm from you harsh orgasm that slammed straight into you head on.  

“FUCK FUCK BABY” he groans as he stalls inside you as his mouth falls open and he presses into your pelvis harder.  You grind on him as he pulls you in deeper as his groans slowly start to fade and you both ride out your intense orgasms.  

He’s panting as you breath heavily on top of him, stroking his chest and adjusting his hair from his face.

He moves your hair to the side as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“You win doll you win” he pants heavily with a huge smile on his face.  

“Good and I want my prize right now” you say as you situated yourself still on his cock.  

“Which would be?” he says as he rubs small circles into your thighs.  He isn’t sure what you want but after that last fuck session he’s willing to give you anything.  

“Can we keep doing this?” you say shyly as a smile grows on his face.

“Well, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend if I won so I would say fuck yes we can keep doing this” He says as he grabs you, standing up quickly running to your room and throwing you on the bed.

“Next, let’s see how long we can fuck before one of us orgasms?” He smiles as he kisses down your neck.

“It's a bet” you say moaning into a smile.  

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Guess the Two of Us

Hey folks! I’ve been watching Cut videos recently to get inspiration for more Lions social media fics and have found several wonderful ideas. This is based on the video where someone has to match up couples from a group people they’ve never met--I love O’Knutzy, but seeing as they’re not out yet, I did not include them in this.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Grace is mine! Let me know if you’re still enjoying the social media fics :)

“Do I just talk to the camera?” a young woman in a yellow dress asked. Someone offscreen nodded and she smiled. “Hello, hockey fans! I’m Grace and I’ll be doing a video for the Lion Pride channel today.”

“Grace, do you keep up with the hockey world?” Marlene’s voice was a bit muffled behind the camera.

“Not at all, I’m more into softball, baseball, that kind of thing.”

“Do you live in Gryffindor?”

“Nope! I’m visiting family and I was in the coffee shop across the street when someone offered to have me film a video for the network.”

“We’re going to bring ten people out and you’re going to match the couples. Sound good?”

“Oh, god, this is going to be hard,” Grace laughed. “Sure, I’ll give it a tryrst.”

“Alright, the rest of you can line up behind her. Grace, I’ll tell you when you can turn around and start guessing. You can ask them to hold hands, kiss, dance, whatever will give you a better idea of their relationship.” Ten people walked out from behind the camera into a loose semi-circle. “Ready? Go!”

“Whew, okay, no pressure.” Grace turned to face them. “Okay, first one.” She bit her lip and scanned the group, then pointed to Lily and Natalie hesitantly. “You both look very nice and very intimidating. Could you come here for a second and hold hands?”

“Are you using new moisturizer?” Lily asked as she twined their fingers together; Kasey covered his mouth in the background. “Your hands are so soft.”

Grace looked between them for a moment, narrowing her eyes. “As much as you two would make an absolute power couple, I think you’re just really good friends. Who’s the guy that’s laughing over there?”

“I’m Kasey,” he said around his laughter.

“You’re her boyfriend, aren’t you?” She gestured to Natalie; he didn’t answer the question, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah, I’m calling it.”

“Nat, Kasey, you guys can stand over to the left,” Marlene said.

“I’m feeling a little better now, this is good!” Grace said as she faced the others again, bouncing on her toes a bit. “Tall guy and slightly shorter guy, can you come up?”

“Since when am I ‘slightly shorter guy’?” James grumbled as he walked over with Sirius.

“Since we met! I’ve always been taller than you.”

“The banter is a good sign,” Grace mused. “Hmmm. If you’re comfortable, could you give him a kiss on the cheek?” Sirius leaned down and planted one on James, who grinned. “This is tough. You’re either dating or just, like, peak best friends.”

“You can ask them to say, ‘I love you’,” Marlene suggested out of frame.

Grace turned back to them. “Could you?”

They faced each other and James took Sirius’ hands, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you, too—” Sirius caught himself at the last second and Grace sighed.

“You were going to finish that with ‘dude’ or something, weren’t you?” she asked; his poker face broke immediately. “Damn it. I thought I had that one.”

“She’s good at this,” Lily commented from the line.

“Can you come to the front for a second? Sirius, you can head back.”

Lily stuck her hands in her pockets as she stood next to James. “I get the slightly shorter guy. Nice.”

Grace paused. “At first I was almost positive you were together, but now I feel like you would step on him. Is that rude?” Everyone else started cheering and she smiled as James flushed. “Sorry, you just have a presence!”

“Thank you!”

“Alright, I can’t decide. You can both go back,” she finally said. Remus gave Lily a nudge as she returned to her place and Grace’s eyebrows rose. “Sweater guy, can you step up to the plate?” Remus obliged and she tilted her head to the side. “So, I was going to say you were Lily’s boyfriend because of the little moment back there, but there is no way you’re heterosexual.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose as the rest of the group burst out laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but holy shit that was fast. Twenty-five years of pretending to be straight, wasted.”

“Hey, same!” They high-fived and she surveyed the other seven people. “Hmmm. Can the guy in the red shirt come over for a minute?” Talker walked over with a wide grin on his face. “Oh, the vibe is definitely there. I feel like he steals your sweaters.” Out of Grace’s sightline, dawning horror overtook Sirius’ face. “Can you hug?”

“Yeah, sure.” Talker held his arms out and Remus settled into them, giving him a tight squeeze around the chest.

“I can see it, I can see it,” Grace said, nodding. “Yeah, I think you two are a couple.”

“Three pairs left,” Marlene said.

“How are all of you so pretty?” Grace sighed as she turned back to the group. “Can the lady in the purple shirt and the one who looks like she could bench-press me come forward? What do you two do for a living?”

“Professional hockey,” Noelle said.

June grinned. “I’m a mechanic.”

“That’s so cool. Hmm. Could you slow dance for a second?” June wrapped her arms around Noelle’s waist, leaving a decent amount of room between them as they swayed. “You’re so cute together, oh my god.”

“Is that a yes?” June asked as they separated.

“Absolutely.” Grace blew out a long breath. Only James, Sirius, Heather, and Lily were left. “This is so difficult. How did it get harder with fewer people? Well, the lovely lady in the jacket has a rainbow pin, so I’m going to say you two are together. I am a hundred percent sure those two guys aren’t dating because of the ‘bro’ thing, but there’s nobody else left.”

“Do you want to do a rematch before your final decision?” Marlene offered.

Grace looked over at the group of already-paired couples on the left. She hesitated, then shook her head. “I know I got at least two wrong, but I don’t want to mess everything else up.”

“In that case, you’re going to face the camera and close your eyes. Everyone, get together with your real partners and put rings on if you have them.”

“Rings?” Her jaw dropped. “Some of them are married?”

“There’s one married couple and two are engaged.”

“If I accidentally ruined someone’s future, please know that I am so sorry.”

“There’s a very low chance of that,” Sirius said as he slid his ring on.

“Okay, Grace, turn around.”

Grace turned and covered her mouth with both hands. “Awww! How many did I get right?”

“One.”

“One?” Kasey and Natalie waved, and she sighed. “Please tell me you’re at least engaged.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Shit.”

“Let’s start with this end,” Marlene laughed. “Pots, Lils, go ahead.”

“For the record, she could definitely step on me.” James grinned and kissed Lily’s temple. “We’re the married ones.”

“Wait, that’s so cute,” Grace said softly. “I totally see it.”

“So, why didn’t you pair them up?” Marlene asked.

“I don’t know! It seems so obvious now. How long have you been together?”

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder. “We met about eight years ago, had a baby last winter, and got married this past summer.”

“Congratulations!” June and Heather walked up next, hand-in-hand. “Well, at least I didn’t put either of you with one of the guys.”

June shrugged. “Noelle’s a cutie. If I wasn’t already engaged to the love of my life, I’d go there.”

“I put you two together because you had the jock-for-jock thing going, but this right here is couple goals.” Grace sniffled slightly. “Is it normal to get emotional about other people’s love?”

“You have three other couples to get through, you can’t cry yet!” Heather teased playfully as they moved to the end of the line.

Natalie winked. “You had us figured out right away.”

“Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing!”

Kasey snorted. “Sorry, it’s just that there’s a running joke among our friends that Lily and Nat are the true power couple. Even I didn’t notice the hand lotion, and we live together.”

She gasped as Talker and Noelle took their place. “Wait, what?”

“Surprise, I’m not a lesbian!” Noelle said, doing jazz hands. “Very flattered, though.”

“How do all these make so much sense?” Grace shook her head in disbelief. “At least I wasn’t wrong about the jock-for-jock vibe for one of the couples.”

Marlene stepped slightly into view. “Why didn’t you put Thomas and Noelle with each other?”

Grace shrugged. “They both had such good chemistry with the other people in the group. I’m sure I would’ve paired them up if I had seen them together, though.”

“Alright, final couple.” Talker and Noelle joined the back of the line; Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist as they stepped forward.

“You were right about the jock thing for two of the couples, actually,” Remus said with a grin. “Very impressive.”

“How did I miss this?” Grace looked at the camera crew, then back at them. “How the hell did I miss this?”

“Don’t worry, we were all oblivious for about three and a half months,” James said ruefully.

“Are you all friends?”

“All the guys play for the Lions, Gryffindor’s hockey team,” Marlene explained.

“The hockey questions make a lot more sense now. Does that mean you two play for the same team?”

“Literally or figuratively?” The corners of Sirius’ mouth twitched up as James rolled his eyes. “Yes, and yes. I’m the team captain.”

“I play wing,” Remus said.

“Did you two meet through hockey?”

Remus made a ‘so-so’ motion. “Sort of. I was the Lions’ physical therapist for two years before I was a player. We started spending more time together after Sirius broke his ankle.”

“Are you the other engaged couple?” Sirius beamed and held up his left hand. “Yeah, I thought so. Congrats, you’re both adorable!”

“Merci.”

“Do you want to sign us off, Grace?” Marlene asked as Sirius and Remus rejoined the rest of the group.

She turned to the camera and waved. “Thanks for watching, everyone!”

#marlene mckinnon #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #thomas walker #noelle tremblay #june #heather #kasey winter #natalie darcy #coops #jily #talker #social media #lion pride #my fic #fanfic #sweater weather #lumosinlove

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Yes please do tell us what is up with this BEEF between Ray and Lilley??? 👀

My dear friend, you shall regret you asked this because I'm running on the high of a finished work day and about seven rice krispie treats let's GO.

So, my HC that Ray and Lilley have a one-sided beef lies in two (2) scenes in the show.

The first is when Ray gets out of the vehicle when they're on the bridge and bends down to dramatically shout into Lilley's face "LILLEY, WHAT THE FUCK!" despite the fact that Lilley can't do anything because he is also boxed in.

The second is when Brad brings out the good ol' Chef Boyardee and Lilley comes up to join the party. He says something like "civilian food gives me the munchies" and the camera cuts to Ray giving the most overdone eye roll in the history of eye rolls.

Now, both of these are easy to explain away. Could the first situation just have been from the stress of being trapped and in a fire fight where he wasn't even aloud to fire back? Yeah. Absolutely. Could Ray have merely been having an unstoppable orgasmic moment over the ravioli that caused his eyes to roll into the back of his head? I'd buy that. But is that FUN?

No. I like my version better and in my head I doth rule. So sit back and relax while I discourse pal.

So. My version of Ray is compiled of show influence and some book facts, but he's kind of taken on a shape of his own in my brain. That's the beauty of fandom ain't it? Regardless, my Ray is a very bright, smart, adaptable person. But he was...critically uncool in high school.

Look, he was a band nerd. He was a star on the debate team, but like, in the MOST annoying, know-it-all, chatty way. He was small, he didn't play sports, he had a personality that reeeeeally needed the opportunity to grow on you and most people didn't take the time to allow it.

The cool kids? They didn't like him. Ray was weird. He was also smart. He had long, exhaustive and deeply intelligent takes in class and that made him very (whispers) lame. They just didn't get him. And while Ray wasn't violently bullied or anything, he was teased a lot. He clearly has some beef with "all those other piece of shit jocks from high school", even 4 years later.

I also adopted the idea from the book into my HC that it almost feels like Ray joined the Marines to both mock them and prove himself. Ray, while simultaneously volleying back at that "cool kid" status by mocking the label, desperately wants to be accepted by those people. Kind of like a 'haha, you think you're so cool and badass but look at me, I got in. I'm one of you.'

Enter Lilley, who I have TRULY built my own version of based on the show so you know, this is a wide interpretation. But man, Lilley is a chill motherfucker. He's effortlessly cool (if you're into that sort of thing...not if you're Poke. If you're Poke, both of these idiots are dumb. Poke is correct). He's got chill surfer vibes, stoner vibes, just kinda wants to go with the flow and see where the day takes him. He's handsome! He's got a very capital 'M' Man body type, and he's pretty likable. Not to mention he's a very capable recon marine.

So what happened here? I think, through no fault of his own, Lilley triggered Ray with his laid back tone and 'brah, chill' vibes. Ray, who spent a lot of his youth being teased, picked up on Lilley's tone and attitude and immediately assumed that Lilley thought he was better than him. Lilley didn't really do anything, but Ray knew people like him. Ray KNOWS people like him. And people like Lilley are typically assholes in his experience.

And you know what's even more frustrating? EVERYONE LIKES LILLEY. God, the nerve. I mean, is Ray the only one who can see how NEFARIOUS this man is? Look at him, being all casual and chill and obsessed with his little video camera. But there is this sort of inherent annoyance that builds up in Ray when everyone so immediately accepts Lilley, whereas he still had to work at it. Ray is STILL an acquired taste, and it takes a while.

This is even more entertaining to me because Lilley has No Idea what Ray's problem with him is. Half the time, because he's so laid back, he doesn't even realize there IS a problem. Ray will snark at him, and Lilley will laugh like lol yeah so true brah tell me more. And Ray cannot BELIEVE the AUDACITY.

Of course, Lilley didn't do anything, and Ray's assumptions and feelings are entirely based on his own experiences. Ray's a smart guy though! He works this out eventually. Soon enough he realizes Lilley was never mocking him, and he was never judging him. Lilley just...sort of talks that way. He just has this sideways smirk, he just has that slow head nod. It's just who he is, and it has nothing to do with Ray. And they become friends! High-fives all around.

And listen, I'm a Brad/Ray, Nate/Ray, Brad/Ray/Nate kinda gal, in that order, but there's some really fun shipping potential in this.

It reminds me of that moment in Incredibles when Helen is going off on Bob and Bob is like man, you keep trying to fight with me but I'm just happy you’re alive!

It goes a little something like this.

Ray: What the fuck, Lilley.

Lilley: Brah, you keep trying to pick a fight with me but I'm just trying to tell you that you got cute dimples.

Ray:

Anyway this was so long and unnecessary. I hope none of you wasted precious daylight on this. Who even am I? A disaster.

aaaaaaaand curtains.

#generation kill #man thank you for allowing me to go off like this friend you truly didn't ask for this level of brain vomit but here we are

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So you want to watch Precure!

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Maybe you follow people who like it, maybe you just love magical girls and never got into Precure, but there are over a dozen seasons and you don’t know how to jump in. Never fear, this masterpost is here to give you a rundown of Precure, and hopefully by the end you’ll have an idea of where you want to start. 

What Is Precure?

Precure (short for Pretty Cure) is a Toei Animation franchise started in 2004 and has been on the air nonstop since then. It’s a magical girl franchise, y’know like sailor moon or ojamajo doremi or other such shows. The main demographic is children so you don’t have to worry about any weird “fanservice” or panty shots or anything nasty like that, it’s very G rated. 

What Are The Shows About?

In a general sense, Precure is about a team of 2-6 middle school age magical girls fighting bad guys and giant monsters and saving the world on a weekly basis with pretty outfits and big flashy finishers and the power of love and friendship. Each season follows a pretty standard formula (toku fans should be pretty familiar with it for the most part), and each season is around 48-50 episodes long. 

In keeping with this toku-esque formula, most seasons will feature mid season additions to the cast, in the form of new precure heroes. For the sake of not spoiling these shows, these mid season cures will not be mentioned in our plot overviews unless they appear extremely early or something like that. Just know that almost every season will feature an additional cure joining the team later in the show. 

Additionally, every season has at least one movie, these days there’s usually two per season. Usually you’ll find the movies are a standalone self-contained romp, and a crossover movie with the preceding seasons, with a focus on the most recent 2-3 teams. These movies might as well exist in a continuity of their own, and have absolutely no bearing on the plot whatsoever, save for one except which I’ll mention when we get to that season. 

Why Should I Watch Precure?

Because it’s good. It’s a really stellar franchise with a ton of content and genuinely engaging characters and stories. Also this isn’t your mom’s magical girl show, these girls throw punches, and kicks, and big lasers. Precure is pretty well known for being extremely hands on with its combat compared to other magical girl shows, though don’t expect the same kind of fights you’d find in kamen rider or anything. Also a main draw for a lot of people is the amount of gay subtext in, frankly, every season. While there’s only one season with an explicitly confirmed gay relationship between two cures, every season has varying levels of subtext between cures, it’s pretty cool. We won’t discuss the subtext in every season overview but trust us, it’s in there. 

What Show Should I Start With?

It doesn’t actually matter which season you watch, every season is a new setting and with new characters and set in a new world (except for two sequel seasons i’ll explain later), so you’re free to watch whatever you want in any order! We’re going to spend the rest of this post talking about each season to give you, the beloved reader, a glimpse at what each season has to uniquely offer. Don’t worry, there’s no spoilers down there. 

Futari Wa Precure (We Are Pretty Cure) & Futari Wa Precure Max Heart

The original precure show that aired in 2004, and even received an english dub. Misumi Nagisa is a star lacrosse player living a normal life until one day a shooting star she wishes on turns out to be a fairy that careens right into her room, or rather, smacks her right in the face. The fairy, named Mepple, explains he comes from the Garden of Light, another world that’s been taken over by the evil Dark King and his Dark Zone in order to capture the Prism Stones, a number of heart shaped crystals that, if collected, could give Dark King the power to destroy not only the Garden of Light but also the Garden of Rainbows, Earth itself. Meanwhile, Yukishiro Honoka finds a box in her grandmother’s shed containing an item just like the one that smacked Nagisa in the face, and inside is the fairy Mipple, who explains the situation to Honoka. The two fairies, seeking to be reunited, drag Nagisa and Honoka along and the four of them end up meeting up, but are attacked by an emissary of the Dark Zone. Mepple and Mipple grant the confused duo the power to transform into the warriors of legend, Precure. As Cure Black and Cure White, Nagisa and Honoka manage to fight off their attacker and protect their new fairy partners. The girls are then more or less dragged into the battle against the Dark Zone, as the only hope for both Gardens, they fulfill their duty as legendary warriors despite their hesitations and desires to go back to being normal teenagers.

Futari Wa doesn’t exactly have any major themes to speak of, it’s just your standard magical girl vs evil bad guys kind of thing, forgive it for being the first season. What it does have to offer is the relationship between Nagisa and Honoka, as well as the action in fight scenes. The girls don’t start the season as best friends, in fact they barely even know each other’s names when they’re first flung together. It takes a few episodes and a major fight between the girls for them to really start opening up to each other, but soon enough they become inseparable and support each other in everything they do. It’s clear, especially near the end, that the girls cling to each other for support and strength in the face of the increasingly overwhelming odds they face as the Dark Zone gains strength. It’s very compelling to see their relationship deepen in the early season and see how deep their bonds truly go near the end. 

Futari Wa received a sequel show, Futari Wa Precure Max Heart, picking up the story where it left off in the first season’s finale. Honoka and Nagisa are still the main characters, and they’re still fighting the Dark Zone, but this time they’re joined by a mysterious girl named Hikari, who can transform into Shiny Luminous, not a precure but precure-ish. This time the girls are trying to recover the heart and soul of the Queen of the Garden of Light, before the Dark Zone can recover and destroy the queen in her weakened state. Also their precure costumes have changed slightly. 

The first season (that is to say, not max heart) is currently one of the few seasons available with official english subtitles on the streaming platform Crunchyroll

Futari Wa Precure Splash Star

Hyuuga Saki (Cure Bloom), a tomboy who loves playing softball, and Mishou Mai (Cure Egret), a quiet transfer student and aspiring artist, meet each other by chance one day under the Sky Tree, where they discover two creatures from the Land of Fountains named Flappy and Choppy. The two girls transform into the legendary Precure and are tasked with restoring Princess Filia and the Seven Holy Fountains, which were sapped of their power by the evil forces of Dark Fall.

Splash Star's main theme is the appreciation of nature. The main focus is on the girls rediscovering their relationships with their town and the nature and people in it. You get to meet a whole cast of characters in their community, who have a lot of heart and charm behind their writing and the show does a good job of getting you genuinely invested in their stories.

Unfortunately the romance in Splash Star isn’t much better than Futari Wa's (sorry to any Fujimura/Kazuya fans), but the main girls themselves are so engaging that it's easy to ignore. The villains are pretty goofy, but entertaining if you can accept that the show doesn’t take itself very seriously. There are two villains in the latter half of the season that really stand out, though. Without spoiling too much, I can promise you their character arcs will tear at your heartstrings in the best way.

If you've watched Futari wa Precure, Splash Star will probably feel familiar. Although it's the first "reboot" series in the franchise with completely new characters, Toei overall played it safe and Saki and Mai in many ways still feel like "Nagisa and Honoka 2.0". Splash Star is different in enough other ways to make the show stand on its own merits, but if you watch it immediately after Futari wa you might find yourself feeling some deja vu. Personally, I think it's interesting to see what Splash Star builds on and explores when compared to Futari wa, since it has many of the same themes and character archetypes but they play out quite differently.

Yes! Precure 5 & Yes! Precure 5 GoGo!

Nozomi is a cheerful, carefree girl, but she doesn’t have a dream. One day she meets a hot guy and finds a mysterious item called the Dream Collet, capable of granting any wish once all the fairies known as Pinkies are gathered inside it, in the school library. She discovers that the hot guy is actually a tanuki from Palmier Kingdom named Coco, and that the Kingdom has been destroyed by the Nightmare. Coco’s dream is to restore his kingdom using the Dream Collet, and Nozomi decides to make it hers as well. 

She’s joined by her jock friend Rin, Urara, an aspiring actress, Komachi, a writer, and the rich student council president Karen. Together they form Yes Sentai Fiveranger Yes Precure 5 and work together to prevent Nightmare from obtaining the Dream Collet before they can gather all the Pinkies. They also save Coco’s “”””””friend””””””” and fellow hot guy squirrel, Nuts, and he joins them as the second mascot/handsome love interest.

The theme of Yes is dreams and heterosexual furry romance. It pulls off the dreams part very nicely. The het furry romance is bad, mostly because Coco is Nozomi’s teacher at school and also her love interest. However, Coco and Nuts are fairly gay and if you look past the romance part they have very good dadly relationships with the rest of the team. 

Yespre, like Futari Wa, received a sequel show, Yes! Precure 5 GoGo!. After the defeat of Nightmare some time ago, a new faction called Eternal rises up and starts stealing treasures from various dimensions. When Eternal targets the Rose Pact belonging to the Cure Rose Garden, the precure are called back into action to fight against Eternal, with new cure outfits, a new fairy named Syrup, and a new cure-like teammate named Milky Rose.

Fresh Precure!

Fresh is sort of the defining series for modern Precure, introducing a lot of plot and thematic elements to the franchise that would be used repeatedly later on. 

A concert Momozono Love attends is attacked by a monster called a Nakewameke. When Love stands up to it, she is nearly killed, but is saved when she is chosen by a mysterious power to become Cure Peach. She is joined by Inori and Miki as Cure Pine and Cure Berry, and, together with the talking ferret from the Kingdom of Sweets, Tarte, they have to prevent Labyrinth, a grey world led by Mobius, from taking over the Parallel Worlds and transforming them into identical, machine-like dictatorships, and also figure out the secret behind the Magic Baby, Chiffon, that Tarte is entrusted with. 

Fresh’s themes are happiness and nature/technology and donuts. The donuts are important. Labyrinth operates by gathering misery; the Nakewameke are created from it and their function is to create more of it and fill the Sorrow Gauge. All the girls (and the mascot) have love interests and their familial relationships are explored a lot to bring out the general stakes and emphasise what they’re fighting for.

While Fresh is very strong in characters, plot, and thematics, its lack of budget is very apparent. It looks terrible. Fortunately, it isn’t that difficult to get used to the bad animation once you get into the show, although the lack of means tends to show up at inopportune moments, like new powerups.

Heartcatch Precure!

Featuring character designs and art direction from Ojamajo Doremi’s character designer Umakoshi Yoshihiko, and written by Ojamajo Doremi and Onegai My Melody writer Yamada Takashi, Heartcatch should look and feel familiar to fans of either franchise, especially Doremi.

After having a reoccurring dream about someone called Cure Moonlight being defeated trying to defend the “Great Heart Tree”, the shy and reserved Hanasaki Tsubomi moves in with her grandmother and ends up inheriting the will of Cure Moonlight and becomes the newest precure, Cure Blossom. Finding out her grandmother used to be the legendary Cure Flower, Tsubomi vows to protect the world as a precure and learn to change herself for the better. She’s joined by her new friend and the first person she saved as a precure, Kurumi Erika, a loud girl with a big heart who means well, but doesn’t hesitate to speak her mind. Erika becomes Cure Marine and the two become Heartcatch Precure, the newest precure in the long legacy of those who have stood up to the evil Dune, a mysterious invader who destroys planets and turns them into lifeless deserts. Heartcatch Precure fights against Dune’s minions: the mask wearing Professor Sabaku, his Desert Apostles, and the mysterious Dark Precure. Along the way they meet the former Cure Moonlight, now stripped of her power, and try to help her cope with her defeat.

Heartcatch Precure’s main theme is flowers and flower language. Everyone has a “heart flower” that the Desert Apostles take and use to create their monsters every week. As an interesting result of this, the monster of the week will be the main character in the plot of the week and often their big monster form will vent about their issues which will usually lead to a resolution when the precure return them to their regular bodies. Heartcatch also has a very nice backstory and lore to it. Unlike most iterations of precure, the Heartcatch girls are not the first precure to exist in their world, there are dozens maybe hundreds of precure that came before them, fighting against Dune and his forces for hundreds of years. It adds a lot to the narrative in small ways, especially later on in the season. Also the fight scenes are extremely excellent, especially when Moonlight is involved. 

Suite Precure♪

The musical paradise of Major Land falls under siege by the forces of Minor Land, led by King Mephisto. His goal is to steal the living notes of the “Melody of Happiness” and remake them into the “Melody of Sorrow”, throwing the world into a permanent depressive state. As a last resort, Queen Aphrodite scatters the notes into the human world and tasks Hummy, the cat-like fairy, and the Fairy Tones, to find the notes before the forces of Minor Lands can capture them. In the human world, Hummy meets Hojo Hibiki and Minamino Kanade, two girls who were best friends as children, but drifted apart as teenagers because of their tendency to bicker with each other. The two find themselves thrown together again by fate and transform into Cure Melody and Cure Rhythm to protect the things they hold dear. Not long after, the two rekindle their relationship and become closer than before, despite their bickering. Soon the girls run into the mysterious Cure Muse, a girl who appears to be a precure like them, but hides her face with a mask and refuses to join in their fight, claiming to be neither friend nor enemy. Melody and Rhythm battle against Minor Land and the giant Negatones they create from the notes they gather, as well as Siren, another cat-like fairy who used to be Hummy’s best friend before turning to evil and joining Minor Land. 

Suite Precure’s main theme is music, and it is a very encompassing theme. Hibiki and Kanade bond over their piano practice, the town they live in celebrates music frequently and is aesthetically music themed, and their powers take the form of musical instruments. Harmony is also a large theme for the two girls. Their precure power increases as they harmonize with each other, and the early season is very much about them learning to harmonize with each other. Suite also features several extremely well done mystery arcs, about the identity of Cure Muse, and various other things that I can’t very well talk about without risking spoiling things myself. If you manage to go into Suite not knowing anything consider yourself extremely lucky and be super sure not to get spoiled. The show staff went to great lengths to hide certain things, including leaking fake cure designs, and creating a second version of the second dance ending to further mask the identity of Cure Muse until her true reveal. 

Also something to note, usually precure movies have nothing to do with the plot of the show itself and can be watched whenever but the Suite movie is best enjoyed right after the arc revealing Cure Muse’s identity is concluded, it has a nice resolution to plot elements in that arc and sets the stage for the last few arcs of the show, so be sure to watch it then.

Smile Precure!

Written by Kamen Rider Kabuto head writer Yonemura Shoji, Smile Precure is the second season to feature a 5 girl team after Yes! Precure 5 Gogo!. Running late to her first day of school, resident happy-go-lucky klutz Hoshizora Miyuki runs face first into a small creature called Candy, a fairy from a place called Märchenland. The two are attacked by an anthropomorphic wolf named Wolfrun, and Miyuki transforms into Cure Happy to fight against Wolfrun and the big clown faced monster he summons called an Akanbe. After Candy explains that the legends say there are five precure, Miyuki recruits four new friends: the hot blooded Akane (Cure Sunny), shy artist Yayoi (Cure Peace), responsible older sister Nao (Cure March), and refined student council vice-president Reika (Cure Beauty). The five of them become Smile Precure and fight against Wolfrun and his allies in the Bad End Kingdom, who attempt to revive the slumbering Pierrot by trying to put the world in a “Bad End”. 

Smile Precure’s main theme is fairy tales, in a general sense. The Bad End trio are based off of the big bad wolf (Wolfrun), the oni from Momotaro (Akaoni), and the witch from Snow White (Majorina), and Miyuki herself is utterly captivated by fairy tales. The secondary theme is happiness, and the happy go lucky tone of the series often turns on its head during serious arcs to deliver extremely powerful emotional moments. Smile Precure is light on plot, and most episodes are an ultra happy experience, but the show knows how to get serious when it needs to and Smile is exceedingly competent at pulling off drama when the time comes. Smile knows how to get you invested in its characters and use that to pull on your heartstrings during the big moments. The last 10 episodes of the show are the absolute pinnacle of the show’s emotional drama, and each cure gets her own episode for closure before the finale sets in and emotionally destroys you. Also you get to play rock paper scissors with Cure Peace during her roll call so that’s always fun.

Doki Doki! Precure

Doki opens with Trump Kingdom’s destruction by the Selfishness as Cure Sword looks on, helpless. Switching to our world and brighter topics, we meet Aida Mana, Student Council President of Oogai Middle School, whose dream is to become the Prime Minister of Japan. Whenever Mana sees someone in trouble, she’ll help them out, so when a monster attacks the city, Mana does the obvious and tries to stop it. And when, chosen by the fairy Charuru (Charles? Cheryle? Cherry?) to become a Precure and defend the world, she meets Cure Sword, she has to befriend her and help her restore Trump Kingdom and find her happiness. 

Mana (Cure Heart) is joined by Rikka (Cure Diamond), her studious companion and supporter, and also the immeasurably powerful and rich (in that order) Alice (Cure Rosetta). Together they have to unravel the mystery of the man who gave them their transformation items, the missing princess of Trump Kingdom, the strange, evil girl called Regina, and Ai, the chaotic neutral baby who hatches out of an egg. 

Dokipre’s theme is love and selflessness. It also has Deep Lore, a lot of which is established in extra-series material. The show does try to explore concepts like past cures and manages a very nice repeating pattern effect with the plot, in terms of past and future happenings. There’s a lot of foreshadowing. Compared to most Precure seasons it’s very plot-heavy and even the filler usually ends up being plot-relevant. 

Happiness Charge Precure!

The 10th anniversary of Precure! The Phantom Empire is spreading across the world, and Precure are rising up all over the globe to fight them off. In Japan there are two active cures, Cure Fortune, strong and capable, and Cure Princess, scared and unsure of herself. As Cure Princess, Shirayuki Hime, struggles desperately to do her duty as precure, Cure Fortune refuses to work with her for reasons Hime doesn’t fully understand. Realizing her only hope is to find a partner to work with, Hime bumps into Aino Megumi, a super friendly girl who has a tendency to drop everything and help others any time she sees someone in need. Megumi becomes Cure Lovely, and bolstering Hime’s confidence, the two of them become Happiness Charge Precure, tasked with protecting Japan from Queen Mirage and her Phantom Empire. The two are joined by Cure Honey, and eventually Cure Fortune, and the four of them receive support from Blue, the God of Planet Earth. As the girls continue to fight and defend Japan, they are assaulted by Phantom, the ruthless Precure Hunter who has defeated and trapped countless Precure in his Precure Graveyard, and the Oresky Trio, the Phantom Empire generals who oversee the invasion of Japan. 

Happiness Charge Precure’s themes are romance and happiness. There are several arcs dedicated to the budding romances of the cures, and the backstory of the show is heavily tied to romance. Happiness might as well be Megumi’s middle name, she makes it her business to spread happiness to as many people as she can, and takes every chance she can to help others. Happiness Charge is also the first season to have form changes for the precure, each cure has a small selection of forms they can change to for different big attacks, and this concept would later be expanded and used as a core concept in Maho Girls Precure. Like Heartcatch before it, Happiness Charge exists in a world where multiple precure exist, but unlike Heartcatch all those precure exist at the same time in the present day. Other precure teams make cameos every so often and the concept creates a great world in which the whole planet is being protected by teenage girls with superpowers, creating a wonderful sense of scale that really makes the big victories of Happiness Charge Precure feel even bigger. 

Go! Princess Precure

The first precure series to take place at a boarding school! Years ago, a young girl named Haruno Haruka meets a very royal looking person named Kanata who gives her a Dress-Up Key, a big key shaped like a dress. A teenager now, Haruka starts attending Noble Academy, a prestigious boarding school, all the while holding tight to her dream of becoming a true princess, in a quasi-literal sense. Not long after starting the school year, Haruka meets Pafu and Aroma, two fairies from the Hope Kingdom desperate to revive the legendary precure to fight back against Dyspear and her minions who steal dreams to create their giant Zetsuborgs. Realizing what her Dress-Up Key is meant for, Haruka uses it and the Princess Perfume to become Cure Flora. Together with student council president Kaido Minami (Cure Mermaid), and Amanogawa Kirara (Cure Twinkle) a fashion model with huge aspirations, they become the new Princess Precure, tasked with learning to become true princesses along with protecting the Dress-Up Keys from Dyspear’s forces. 

Go! Princess Precure’s main themes are princesses (duh) and dreams. Dreams are a driving force behind all of the cures, and most of the plot of the week characters. Dyspear steals dreams to make monsters, and the precure fight to return those dreams. Characters follow their dreams with conviction, pride, and full commitment. This is also where the princess theme intersects, since it’s Haruka’s dream to become a true princess. One should note that princess is used sort of liberally in this series, it’s not that Haruka wants to somehow become someone of noble birth or have political power, she just wants to be strong, kind, and beautiful, the traits of a true princess in Princess Precure’s own terms. Also she wants to wear pretty dresses and such but who can blame her really. 

Mahou Tsukai Precure! (Maho Girls Precure!)

Quite literally putting the magic in magical girls for the first time in the franchise, Mahou Tsukai Precure was the first season to have its cures be actual magicians. Izumi Riko lives in the magical world, a world where magic is real and she attends a magical academy to hone her craft. She leaves the magical world to travel to the “non-magic” world, to search for a legendary item called the Linkle Stone Emerald. In the non-magic world she ends up catching the attention of another girl, Asahina Mirai, who sees her using magic. After trying to show off some magic and messing it up, Riko is attacked by Batty, a servant of the dark wizard Dokurokushe, who is seeking the Linkle Stone Emerald as well. As fate would have it, both Mirai and Riko carry stones that turn out to be the Linkle Stones Diamond, and the two of them use them to become Cure Miracle and Cure Magical, the legendary Mahou Tsukai Precure. Additionally, the power of the Linkle Stones grants life to Mirai’s lifelong companion, a teddy bear named Mofurun. Having discovered the world of magic and become a precure, Mirai is invited to spend time in the magical world learning magic alongside Riko, before the two, joined by Mofurun and a baby fairy named Ha, return to the non-magical world to search for the Emerald and protect it from Dokurokushe and his minions.

Mahou Tsukai Precure’s main themes are bonds and separation. It’s strengths lie in how it shows the relationship between Mirai and Riko. The show takes its time building their relationship in the first dozen or so episodes of their adventures in the magic world, highlighting their similarities and differences as they grow closer and learn to live with each other and fight as precure together. Well before the halfway mark it’s clear how strong their bond is and how deeply they care for each other, and the lengths they would go to for one another. Mahou Tsukai is an emotional ride in so many ways, every emotional moment hits its mark and the more you get attached to the characters the more the show will hit harder and harder with its moments, both sad and happy. Even side characters get satisfying and emotional conclusions to their storylines outside of the episodes they’re introduced in, it’s all wonderfully crafted.

KiraKira☆Precure A La Mode

Another return to the five cure format, Kirapre is also the second season to feature a sixth team member after Yes! Precure 5 Gogo!, as well as the second season to feature high school age precure after Heartcatch Precure. Usami Ichika is in her second year of middle school and loves sweets, especially making sweets. One day a hungry fairy named Pekorin finds her way into Ichika’s kitchen, and after being fed teaches Ichika about Kirakiraru, an energy source that exists in all sweets, and something that can be stolen and used for evil, leaving the sweets gray and tasteless. Utilizing the power of kirakraru in the shortcake she baked for her mother, Ichika becomes Cure Whip, one of the legendary patissiers, Precure. One by one other precure appear, the smart but shy Arisugawa Himari (Cure Custard), the rock band headliner Tategami Aoi (Cure Gelato), the fickle catlike Kotozume Yukari (Cure Macaron), and the responsible and helpful Kenjou Akira (Cure Chocolat). The five of them fight against the evils of Noir and those he has influenced: Julio, the mysterious masked boy who runs “experiments'' using kirakiraru, and Bibury, a mean spirited girl who uses her talking doll to steal kirakiraru and create monsters.

Kirapre’s main motifs are sweets and animals, and it has a pretty general togetherness and happiness theme going on, the standard precure stuff, mostly viewed through the lense of sweets and sweets-making. All the precure work as patissiers for one reason or another and it’s the main way the team bonds early on. The team, as well as the people of their small town, love sweets as a part of their culture and sweets maintain an important role as the emotional tie that binds most things together in the story. Overall Kirapre is a wonderful show with a great cast on both sides of the conflict, and a lot of care has been put into the show to make sure characters have their moments to interact with each other as well as have their own stories , even on a team of six every precure gets more than enough time to shine on her own. Kirapre is at it’s best when it takes two girls and puts them together for an episode, letting each unique dynamic play out in a fun and satisfying way. Kirapre is also noteworthy for the almost inarguably canonical relationship between two of the cures. It's not exactly explicit and it does leave something to be desired, since this is a Toei children's show, but there’s not really any other way to read the evolution of their relationship or their duet song, so I’m more than satisfied calling it canon.

This season is currently one of the few seasons available with official english subtitles on the streaming platform Crunchyroll 

HUGtto! Precure

Precure’s 15th anniversary! This season is in many ways a celebration of all things Precure, bringing together a lot of familiar elements from past shows into one. Hugtto! is another five cure season whose main themes are destiny and future. Nono Hana (Cure Yell) is a thirteen-year-old girl whose dream is to be a "cool and stylish woman," although she worries that others see her as childish. One day, a hamster named Harryham Harry and a magical baby named Hugtan fall out of the sky into Hana's house. They're being chased from the future by an evil organization called Criasu Corporation, who are trying to use Hugtan's power to freeze time forever. Hana makes friends with two of her classmates: the responsible class representative Yakushiji Saaya (Cure Ange) and the reclusive ex-figure skater Kagayaki Homare (Cure Etoile), and together they fight Criasu while taking care of Hugtan and figuring out the many mysteries surrounding her. Expect some light sc-fi elements and an emphasis on modern technology/social media.

Hugtto! explores its themes primarily through the lenses of childcare and the workplace, giving us a look at how each girl comes to terms with the transition from childhood to adulthood. This season does a good job of letting each member of the team shine; you spend several episodes with each girl (or duo of girls) and there's a real sense of a complete character arc for all of them. The romance aspect is, unfortunately, pretty bad: there’s a return of hetero furry romance between Harry and Homare, and Hana’s love interest exhibits some really creepy behavior towards her. There’s uncomfortable age gaps in both of these relationships too so it’s a just a bit…. Yikes. Thankfully, it’s fairly easy to ignore like past seasons, but a warning for it nonetheless.

Something that makes this season stand out is its LGBT subtext; there's a TON of it even compared to the normal amount that Precure is known for. Without giving away too much, two of the cures this season are heavily coded as lesbians (though not with each other per se), and there's a subplot concerning a side character who is pretty explicitly (well, as explicit as Toei dares to be) a gender non-conforming man/nonbinary person in love with another man, and it's all very wholesome and presented in a positive light. Again, this is Toei, so don't expect anything too radical, but I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised with how Hugpre handles it.

Finally I'll just say that while Hugpre is a fantastic season on its own, I would personally recommend waiting to watch it after you've seen some other seasons (notably Futari wa). It's not required, but since Hugpre is an anniversary season, there are a few episodes (especially near the end) that will really hit different if you have an emotional connection to the franchise already. Ultimately though this is a fairly minor part of the show, so watching this season first won’t ruin it or anything like that, it’s just something to keep in mind.

Star☆Twinkle Precure

Precure… in space! Our protagonist, Hoshina Hikaru (Cure Star) loves space and cryptids, to the point of drawing her own constellations. One of her constellations is an adorable alien puffball, who warps into Hikaru’s room almost immediately after she draws it. The puffball quickly befriends Hikaru, who names her Fuwa. They are later joined by Prunce, the team dad friend/alien mascot, and Lala (Cure Milky), a humanoid alien who is an adult in her own culture. After our initial duo gets off to a bit of a rocky start, they are joined by the student council president, Kaguya Madoka  (Cure Selene) and a biracial upperclassman who is considered to be the “sun” of the school, Amamiya Elena (Cure Soleil). Together, they explore the universe and befriend all sorts of aliens, while also defending them from the Notraiders, who want to rid the universe of all imagination. On top of that, the universe is dying and the cures need to find the 12 astrologically themed Star Pens to save it and the 12 Star Princesses. This series is notable for attempting to break the “monster of the week” format, instead making it a “fight of the week”.

The major themes of Star Twinkle are space, imagination, and maturity. The cures have to explore the universe to find the Star Pens, and in doing so, visit a bunch of different planets. About half the series is spent on Earth, but the world still feels developed! Honestly speaking, the theme of imagination is forgotten pretty quickly and I’d refer to it more as free will. The theme of maturity is where Star Twinkle really shines. All of the cures have had to grow up too fast in some way, and the series is partially about just allowing them to goof off. Lala is considered an adult on her planet, and this plot point is treated realistically. Well, as realistically as it can be. This is one series I’d recommend avoiding spoilers like the plague for, because part of the fun is in how the plot twists are pulled off. Also Star Twinkle is notable for featuring the first ever dark skinned precure, as Elena is half-hispanic. 

Healin’ Good Precure

The currently airing Precure season, as of this writing. The Byogens seek to revive their king by inflicting viruses on Earth, the Healing Garden sends three medical interns to combat them. These interns, fairies named Rabirin, Pegitan, and Nyatoran, along with a baby fairy princess named Latte, journey to Earth to find partners to become Precure. They end up meeting Hanadera Nodoka, a kindhearted girl who was hospitalized for most of her young childhood. After Nodoka risks her life to protect Latte, Rabirin chooses her to become Cure Grace. Joined by older sister type Sawaizumi Chiyu (Cure Fontaine) and the outgoing Hiramitsu Hinata (Cure Sparkle), they form Healin’ Good Precure, and defend their friends and the Earth from the Byogen’s newest wave of attacks. 

This season is currently one of the few seasons available with official english subtitles on the streaming platform Crunchyroll.

Where To Watch Precure Online

Unfortunately for us, Precure isn’t really a thing in the west. There was a dub of Futari Wa back in the early 2000’s and Smile and Doki both got “adapted” into Glitter Force over on netflix (I don’t really recommend checking those out), but really Precure just doesn’t exist over here.

However, as mentioned above, there are currently three seasons avalible for streaming on crunchyroll. The original Futari Wa Precure, Kira Kira Precure A La Mode, and the current season, Healin’ Good Precure.

Beyond these isolated examples of official releases, you can really only watch precure online on streaming sites or through torrents. You can find precure pretty much on any major anime streaming site, kissanime, gogoanime, the works. You can also try your luck torrenting the seasons, i’ve found that pretty much every season has a working torrent you can find on sites like nyaa.si or the like. For more recent seasons you should have little difficulty getting torrents, and last time i checked every season was on one of the aforementioned streaming sites. What I’m saying really is there’s no single place to find precure, but it’s not impossible to find for sure.

Thanks for reading this post, I hope you decide to check out precure and I really hope you end up loving it.Thanks to my wonderful friend @meltorights​ for writing the sections on Yespre, Fresh, and Dokipre, to @wonderlilane​ for writing the sections on Splash Star and Huggto, and @cure-cosmo​ for writing the segment on Starpre. 

If you have questions feel free to drop me an ask I’d be happy to help. I will literally go out of my way to help you if it means getting someone new into precure so please do not hesitate by any means. 

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[spencers-renaissance]

The Noiseless Crash of Crumbling Walls

Summary: After Derek and Spencer are paired up on a science project in their senior year of high school, they become the closest, most unlikely friends possible. But what happens when Derek finally finds out what Spencer's dealing with at home? Inspired by the prompt “where did you get those bruises?”

Tags: high school au, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, hurt spencer, protective derek, abuse, friendship, pre-slash, spencer just turned 16, derek is almost 18

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid

Masterlist // Read on AO3 // Part Two

This is a platonic Derek & Spencer friendship fic because they are minors, but there are seeds being fairly obviously sown for part two of this series which will be set when they are both over the age of 18.

Spencer unfolds the creased piece of paper he’s holding for the eleventh time as he stares up at the house in front of him. He remembers the address scrawled on the sheet Derek Morgan had ripped from the back of his notebook earlier that day perfectly, the spiky peaks of his handwriting and the surprisingly loopy ‘y’s and ‘g’s are burned into his brain, but nerves have overtaken his helpless body. He’s not exactly in control of his actions. 

It’s not much but it’s definitely a cheerful house, that much is clear from the brightly lit windows and colourful curtains, the many gnomes decorating the front garden and the carefully planted flowers neighbouring the vegetable patch. One of the windows upstairs is cracked slightly and he can hear 90s R&B floating through the airwaves, accompanied by a female singing voice. The welcome he knows he’ll receive, though, is exactly what’s giving him pause.

A happy home is so foreign to him he has no idea how to behave. He’s used to being the adult, but tonight he has to play the 16 year old he is, and his mask is so dusty and disused he’s worried he won’t be anywhere close to convincing. 

Eventually, though, he summons up the courage to make his way up the stony path leading to the bright red front door. A brass knocker stares him in the face, but there’s a doorbell to his right as well, and the choice debilitates him for a moment, leaving him standing uselessly on the front step. He decides on the doorbell, since it’s a little more subtle, and he only has to wait a couple of seconds before the door is being yanked open and a smiling Derek Morgan is right in front of him. 

“I thought you’d never come.” His voice is bright and cheery but Spencer wonders for a moment if he’s mad at him. He’d been early when he first turned onto Derek’s road, but his over-thinking and ritualistic obsession over the address written on a scrap piece of paper had made him late. 

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, and his desperation to be understood, his clear discomfort in such a foreign environment must be obvious, because Derek’s face softens even further. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, pretty boy,” he grins, slinging an arm around his shoulders and leading him deeper into the hallway as he kicks the door shut behind them. 

Pretty boy. He’d used the nickname once earlier that day when they were planning when to meet up for their science project, and Spencer had flushed immediately. No-one’s ever called him pretty. He’s an awkward, lanky 16 year old senior who’s far too short for his age; his appearance isn’t exactly conducive to flattery. 

The last time anyone had called him by a fond nickname was when he was eleven years old and his mother was still somewhat rational. She’d pulled him close and called him her baby boy, and while some pre-teens might have recoiled from such a name, he simply snuggled closer and tried to remember every second he was wrapped up in such warmth. Five years later, he’s so thankful he did. He replays it most nights before he drops off to sleep.

He blushes again at Derek’s easy affection, trying to relax into the warmth of his house. 

“Is that your friend, honey?” A woman emerges from what Spencer assumes is the kitchen, drying her hands on a teatowel. She looks every bit the stereotypical American mother, dressed in casual, comfortable clothes with a warm smile plastered across her face. “It’s so nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Fran, Derek’s mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says shyly, trying to meet her eyes but failing miserably. He can’t help that this whole experience is so out of his comfort zone it’s ridiculous. 

“Do you boys want any snacks to take up with you?”

“Are you hungry, Spencer?” Derek asks, and he internally panics for a moment. Yes, is the answer. Yes, I’m so hungry. The only thing I’ve eaten today is an apple this morning. But is he allowed to say that? He examines the both of them and it does look like a genuine offer, but will they guess that something is wrong if he says yes? It’s only six o’clock, though, so maybe he can swing it.

“Yes please,” he dares, “I haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Fran says, putting her hands on her hips. “You both head on up. I’ll bring up a tray.” 

Derek’s room is big, filled with football trophies and posters. It’s so achingly normal that Spencer’s stomach clenches as he gingerly takes a seat on his bed at Derek’s instruction. 

“I did some research that will help us with our presentation,” Spencer offers as Derek sits on his desk chair, spinning around to face him. 

It had been a shock when they’d been paired up. Derek’s friends had hollered and laughed when their chemistry teacher had paired them together, and Spencer had gone bright red at the humiliation, not that he could exactly blame them. Pairing up the skinny nerd who’d been moved up two grades with the jock who was almost guaranteed a football scholarship to an excellent university later this year had been a rather bizarre choice on their teacher’s part.

It’s not that Spencer minded: along with being the quarterback with a 4.0 GPA, he was also painfully nice. But everyone else certainly did. Every girl in their science class had sent him death glares as Derek had sauntered over to his desk at the end of class, wearing a lazy grin.

“Chill, pretty boy,” Derek chuckles as he pushes himself side to side in his spinning chair. “We got time.”

“I have to be back home by 9,” Spencer says sheepishly. He’s sure most people in their senior year are allowed to stay out later than that, and he hopes against hope Derek thinks it’s only because he’s sixteen and not that he has to get his mother into bed and try and force her meds down her throat so she won’t wake him up in the middle of the night convinced the shadows in her room are government spies. 

“Still three hours. Anyway, I’m sure my mom can drop you home,” Derek shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. Besides, we have weeks until we have to present. Why don’t we spend tonight getting to know each other? I feel like I should know a little bit about my project partner, especially if we’re going to be working together for the rest of the year.”

“The rest of the year?” His voice squeaks anxiously but he can’t help it, Derek’s completely catching him off guard. 

“Yeah. Ms Farron keeps partners from the first project together for every assignment that year.”

This is news to Spencer, but he tries to keep calm. It’s a good thing, right? Derek has always been friendly to him, and he’s intelligent, too. It’s unlikely he’ll fob all the work off onto him. But being taken advantage of and subsequently left alone is what he’s used to: ‘getting to know each other’ is decidedly new territory. Spencer’s head is spinning. 

“Oh.”

“So, pretty boy,” Derek grins, giving himself another 360 spin, “tell me what a 16 year old is doing in senior year.”

“I got moved up two grades back in elementary school,” he explains, grateful that this is at least a rather impersonal topic. “My teachers wanted me even higher but two grades is the maximum our school district allows.”

“I guessed that much,” Derek points out. “Why were you moved up two grades?”

They’re briefly interrupted by Fran’s delivery of a delectable spread for them to feast on. Spencer reaches for a cracker and dips it in some cream cheese, but as soon as he’s swallowed his first bite, Derek gives him a look that tells him he hasn’t exactly gotten away with it. 

He sighs. “The last time I was tested, I had an IQ of 187,” he admits, looking down at his worn sneakers. He’d expected to be told to remove them, but he’s glad he wasn’t. His socks almost certainly have holes in them, and laundry isn’t something he can afford to do often. “And I have an eidetic memory.”

Derek lets out a low whistle. “Damn, I knew you were a genius but that’s some next level shit,” he says, before popping a grape in his mouth. “You’re going places, Spencer Reid.” He’s saved from having to fight his blush too hard by Derek moving swiftly on. “Your turn to ask me a question.” 

Spencer takes a second to think before deciding to push the boat out, to ask something he actually wants to know instead of playing it safe. “You’re popular, star of the football team, get straight As,” he starts slowly, not meeting Derek’s eyes. “What makes you so nice? You could easily join in with your friends and be another asshole jock pushing me into lockers.”

When he looks up, Derek’s face is an array of emotions. “Kindness costs nothing,” he says seriously, and the intensity of his gaze surprises Spencer. “I saw my pops shot to death in front of me when I was ten and I got my ass kicked every day in freshman year, believe it or not. I know what kindness can mean to a person just as much as I know what cruelty does to someone.”

Spencer doesn’t really know what to say to that, but he knows that he’s finally relaxed a little. Derek’s stark honesty and vulnerability, as much as he doesn’t know quite the right way to react, is refreshing to him, and it’s made the icon of their school seem much more human. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Spencer says quietly. 

“Thanks, man,” Derek says, a half smile crossing his face. “What about your family life?” 

Spencer swallows another bite of his cream cheese and crackers, his empty stomach thanking him for finally filling it. “My dad walked out when I was ten,” he admits, treading as carefully as possibly. “It’s just me and my mom now.”

“I’m sorry. Are you and your mom close?”

How does he answer a question like that? They’re close in the respect that Spencer cares for her and spends every free moment he has with her. But he also holds his breath every time he turns down his street, half expecting to see his house up in flames, and they’re going hungry this week because she threw most of their groceries in a nearby river after convincing herself it was all poisoned. They don’t exactly have a typical mother-son relationship. 

“Something like that,” he mumbles, stuffing another cracker into his mouth. Derek clearly takes the hint that he doesn’t want to elaborate and moves on. 

They spend the rest of the evening taking it in turns asking one another questions, ranging from simple ones like their favourite colours to deeper conversations around their future plans and biggest fears. By the time 9 rolls around, they’re lying next to one another on Derek’s bed both facing the ceiling as they trade questions back and forth. Fran’s dinner tray is now covered in crumbs, her carefully prepared spread having been demolished by two hungry teenagers. 

Their assigned topic, Enthalpy, Entropy, and Free Energy, hasn’t even been touched, and Spencer can’t find it in him to care. He could throw together a perfect presentation the night before if he needed to. Right now, getting to know Derek Morgan seems far more important. Ironically, the boy he’s only really started to get to know three hours ago is probably the person who knows him best in this whole world, and the thought makes his chest hurt. 

The jittery nerves that had consumed him at the start of the evening have dissipated into a calm companionship, and he can’t believe how comfortable he now feels. He doesn’t want to leave, but he has to take care of his mom; she’s already been on her own for so long today. 

As if on cue, Fran knocks on the door, poking her head round. “Would you like me to drop you home, Spencer?”

He feels guilty accepting, but the last thing he wants is a twenty minute walk home through the streets of Chicago in the pitch black December night. “Yes, please.”

Derek comes with them for the short drive, and Spencer feels a little embarrassed as he points out the apartment block he lives in. It’s a shitty neighbourhood and his building is crumbling, but it’s home and it’s the cheapest they can afford on welfare. He ducks out of the car and shoots them both a grateful smile. 

“Thank you for driving me home, Fran,” he says. “And thank you for a nice evening, Derek.”

“No problem, pretty boy,” Derek winks. “I’ll find you at school tomorrow and we’ll sort out another night to meet up, yeah?”

The smile the Morgans put on his face doesn’t fade until he opens the door to his apartment and reality brings him crashing back down to earth. 

⭐️

Over the next few weeks, Spencer Reid gains his first friend. They finally end up actually writing their presentation and naturally, they get an A+ but Spencer’s anxiety that Derek would want to stop hanging out with him once the project that had brought them together was behind them ended up being for nothing. Derek had fist-bumped him as they’d walked out of their classroom. “Come over tonight?” he’d asked, and once Spencer had recovered from his shock, he’d beamed and nodded excitedly. 

As Christmas comes and goes, they continue their bizarre friendship. Spencer runs up to Derek’s room as soon as the door is opened, and dives under the covers on his bed, always freezing cold. The first time Derek had cuddled Spencer, he hadn’t been able to stop smiling. He’s seriously touch-starved, and it’s only more apparent from the way he craves contact with Derek. He’s ridiculously thankful that the older boy is so free with his affection, not consumed by the same toxic masculinity that seems to plague the rest of the football team. 

It’s nearing February when Derek asks the fatal question.

Spencer had whizzed home after school and made sure his mom was okay before running over to Derek’s, breezing past Sarah on the staircase and diving onto the soft, clean bed sheets. He’s sometimes jealous of all the home comforts his friend has access to, but he does his best to tamp it down. It’s not like it’s Derek’s fault that he’s well-loved and cared for. 

“Whoa, pretty boy,” Derek chuckles as he spins around from where he’s doing homework at his desk. “Where’s that shy boy who sat right on the edge of my bed only two months ago, hm?”

“You prefer confident Spencer and you know it.” He moves up the bed a little to sit with his back against the headboard. He’s never become so comfortable around a person this quickly before but there’s something different about Derek. 

“Can’t argue with that.” He gets off the chair and moves to sit next to Spencer on the bed, lifting his arm to let the smaller boy cuddle close. Spencer sometimes has nightmares that the boys at school find out how affectionate they are with one another and call them gay after which Derek doesn’t want to hang out with him anymore. (Secretly, he thinks he might actually be gay, but he won’t tell Derek that. Just in case.)

“Can I stay for dinner?” he asks. It’s a moot point: Spencer always asks if he can stay and the Morgans always say yes, but he doesn’t like assuming, especially since he knows how expensive food is. Not that Fran has ever complained about an extra mouth to feed, though. The dinners at Derek’s house are always a family affair, full of laughter and hearty, homemade meals and Spencer likes pretending he’s one of them, just for a little while. 

The guilt that he’s leaving his mom for so long eats him up, only eased by the knowledge that she usually sleeps the afternoon away, worn out by a manic morning. He has no idea how to navigate this anymore. It was easier when the only person he had in the world was his mom, but now he has Derek and his family. And as much as he loves his mom and doesn’t mind taking care of her at all, spending time with Derek doesn’t automatically trigger gut-eating anxiety and heart-wrenching misery.

“Of course you can stay, don’t be ridiculous.” Derek elbows him playfully. “You don’t need to ask every night.”

“What if one night you don’t want me to stay, though?”

“I thought I told you to stop being ridiculous?”

Spencer can’t help but smile at Derek’s relaxed, easy grin. For some reason this popular football player with the world as his oyster and a million friends chooses to spend every evening with the nerd who’s two years younger than everyone in their year. For some reason, Derek chooses Spencer. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Derek asks the question. “Why don’t I come over to your place instead one evening?” It’s a casual suggestion, there’s nothing really behind it. “I’d like to meet your mom and see your bedroom. If you’re gonna make fun of my football trophies, I need some revenge material.”

Spencer freezes. He has no idea how to respond to such an innocent proposition. Derek takes his stunned silence as reluctance simply cured with a little more persuasion. “Besides,” he continues, “I feel bad that you always have to run home first before coming over here. It’s like a twenty minute walk.”

“I don’t know,” Spencer hedges, trying to buy time as he comes up with a cover story. “My mom is really particular about our space and she doesn’t really like visitors. I’m not sure your mom could spare you a family dinner anyway.” He pushes Derek playfully, hoping to God he’s even half-way convincing. 

One glance at Derek’s face tells him he isn’t buying it, but he can clearly read Spencer’s troubled anxiety expression so he doesn’t push it. “Okay, pretty boy,” he says, relaxing back into the bed, “we’ll stick with the Fran Morgan dinner delight for now.”

Something tells him he won’t get so lucky next time. 

⭐️

Spring is just starting to show her face the next time it comes up, and this time it’s completely Spencer’s fault. He shouldn’t have gone over to Derek’s. He should have made up an excuse and stayed in his shitty apartment with his mom, but he couldn’t help it. He was sore and desperately sad, and all he wanted was Fran’s comforting shepherd’s pie and a cuddle with Derek. So he’d made his way home, checked his mom was still sleeping before limping over to the Morgan’s.

He’d concealed it pretty well all day, but energy is seeping out of him and the pain is only getting worse, not helped by the decent trek across town. 

He has a key now, so he lets himself in, hoping to avoid Fran until dinner time. Luckily, he’s quiet enough to not disturb her baking in the kitchen, so he makes his way slowly up the stairs, hoping Derek is not as perceptive tonight as he usually is. He’d briefly considered using bullies as a cover story if it came up, but Derek has spent almost every moment he could at school with him the last few days, he wasn’t out of his sight long enough to really encounter anyone cruel enough for it to be a viable story. 

“Pretty boy,” Derek greets him, not turning away from the maths homework he’s finishing up. It gives Spencer a little extra time to make it to the bed like he usually does. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Spencer sighs. “A bit tired. You?”

“Training was rough today so I’m sore as shit, but otherwise I’m fine. Better now you’re here.” He turns to smile fondly at Spencer, finally locking eyes on his pale, sallow skin and defeated expression. He scrambles to try and make himself look slightly less terrible, but he’s not quick enough. “You sure you’re good? You don’t look it.”

“No, seriously, I’m fine,” Spencer tries to persuade him. “Just tired as I said. Can we watch a movie while we wait for dinner?”

Derek doesn’t look even close to convinced, but he gives in and brings up netflix on his computer. Spencer collapses against Derek and lets his eyes close as the film they choose plays across the laptop screen, but he must fall asleep because the next thing he knows, he’s being shaken awake by his friend and he’s in a completely different position. 

“Spencer, wake up,” he says insistently, and the urgent worry in his tone makes him sit up, wincing when the movement aches his core. 

“What? What’s wrong?” he mumbles sleepily, obediently sitting up at Derek’s instruction. 

“Pretty boy,” Derek says, sounding teary and a little desperate, “where did you get those bruises?” 

He freezes for a second before glancing down at himself and realising that as he’d slept his shirt had shifted, revealing his black and blue stomach. How the fuck was he going to explain this? Not seeming himself wasn’t such a challenge, everyone has their off-days after all, but bruises like these aren’t the sort of thing your best friend just drops when you don’t want to explain them. 

“I—” He has no idea what to say. Tears spring to his eyes in a terribly unhelpful fashion, and Derek moves closer, wrapping Spencer up in a hug. 

“It’s okay, you can tell me, Spencer,” he promises as he holds him so tenderly it breaks his heart. “Take your time.” 

He cries for a good few minutes — it just feels so good to let it out — but as his painful sobs draw to a close, he knows it’s time to face the music. There’s no other option. He has to tell Derek. And maybe a teeny tiny part of him actually wants to tell his best friend.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” he confesses, keeping his head buried in his friend’s chest so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes. Derek’s hand combing through his hair doesn’t falter. “The reason I didn’t want you to come to my place is because of my mom… She’s a paranoid schizophrenic. When my dad left I became her primary carer, and I’m— I’m not doing a good job.”

Derek holds him a little tighter and presses his cheek to the top of Spencer’s head, shushing him quietly. “Don’t say that, I’m sure you’re doing an amazing job.”

“The other night she got confused because she’d refused her meds again. She became convinced that I was a spy there to hurt her. I can usually talk her down from these moments, or at least guide her to bed to let her sleep it off, but this time there was no reasoning. Eventually, she got so worked up that she shoved me backwards, hard. It sent me sprawling face first across the coffee table, and she kicked me twice before considering herself safe and barricading herself in her room.” He tells the whole story through thick tears, shoulders still shaking with pent up emotion. He wishes it didn’t feel so good to finally get off my chest. 

“Spencer, oh my God,” Derek whispers, sounding thoroughly shocked. He’s suddenly fearful that he’s going to report Diana, and he sits up, finally meeting Derek’s teary eyes with his own. 

“You can’t… you can’t tell anyone,” he begs. “If anyone finds out, she’ll be locked away and I’ll be put into foster care. I can’t do that to her and I can’t lose you.” 

Derek takes Spencer’s hands. “Okay, okay,” he soothes, making him calm down a little. “I promise I won’t tell anyone, okay? Not without your permission. But I also can’t let you be beat up by your mom.”

“It’s not her fault,” Spencer says desperately, “it’s not her fault. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, she thinks she’s in danger.”

“I know,” Derek promises him, “I know it’s not her fault, but she still hurt you. Has this happened before?” Spencer’s hung head and refusal to respond speaks for itself. “Okay, listen. I know you need to go home tonight, but come over tomorrow morning okay? It’s a Saturday and we can spend the morning figuring out a game plan and the afternoon taking your mind off it. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Is this… is this why you like being here?” Derek sounds nervous asking the question, clearly not wanting to offend him.

“Before I became friends with you,” he whispers, moving back to hide against Derek’s chest where it’s safe, “I went hungry a lot. We don’t have much money between rent and bills and mom’s medical expenses. I had to hide the groceries because she would become convinced they were poisoned and destroy them, but she got really good at finding them. I had to stop keeping them in my room because she would insist that I was corroborating with the government in trying to poison her.” 

“Spencer,” Derek breathes, holding onto him for dear life. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t know about any of this, I would’ve done something, I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“I’ll keep you safe now. I promise.” 

When Fran comes and asks them down for dinner a few minutes later, Derek points to Spencer’s exhausted form slumped against him and asks if they can have it up in his room. She relents, and Derek manages to get him to eat a few bites of the risotto Fran had made, not leaving his safe cocoon against Derek’s chest.

He insists on driving Spencer home himself tonight, surprising Fran who had her coat and boots on already, but he escorts his friend right up to his door. “If you come in, mom will get confused,” he explains so Derek gives him a long hug in front of his apartment door instead, holding him as close as possible. 

“Spencer… you know I love you right?” he asks, expression intense and serious as his gentle hands rest on his shoulders. “You’re my best friend. I’m always gonna be here for you.”

“I love you, too, Derek,” he whispers, giving him another hug. It scares him just how much he means those five little words, all the meanings that dance behind them taking him aback. For now, though, he settles on one more tight squeeze before deciding to not procrastinate the inevitable anymore. “I should go in and see mom.”

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at 9 tomorrow?”

“Perfect.” His heart does an excited little leap at the thought of seeing Derek again in the morning. As he walks away back towards the elevators, Spencer takes a deep breath before inserting his key into the lock on his door and pushing it open. He only has to go 12 hours without seeing his best friend. He can do this. 

His life suddenly seems like it holds infinitely more promise than it ever has. He supposes that’s the power of Derek Morgan.

Part Two 

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