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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month

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I need angsty sebcharles where reader is having a panic attack because she had a week from hell that just exploded like a volcano and she can’t get ahold of them to calm her down. So they basically find her losing her shit in their home.

(Totally not base off my own life)

Love everything you do!!

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A/N: Aight getting personnal here and it's finals week so yeah

You couldn't handle it anymore. You couldn't sit for hours on end reading garbled words trying to make sense of them. You were tired beyond what was considered to be normal. Drinking way to many sodas and energy drinks for the shaking to just be tiredness.

You tried to blame the restlessness on the energy drinks you've been chugging all day but you knew you couldn't keep up that excuse. Wanting nothing more than to close your books, you feel your chest tighten and your vision narrow. "Not good," You whisper and start looking around the papers and books for your phone.

You needed to call one of them, you didn't matter who, you just needed one of them to talk you down. Finding it, you shake heavily and hit Sebastian's caller ID praying he picks up.

"Pick up, please, Sebby, I need you." You whimper out, trying hard to keep yourself from breaking down. You were fighting a losing battle with your head and you needed his calm voice to talk you down, you needed Charles's soft french as he reminds you that everything is going to be okay. "Sebby, pick up." You choke on a sob trying your best to control the tears that were no falling down your face.

"You have reached the automated voicemail of-" You don't wait for it to finish before your hitting end and calling Charles. Maybe Sebastian turned his phone off again, he does get annoyed sometimes with it always going off. "Charlie, I need you." You sob out digging your head between your legs trying to do your soothing techniques your therapist taught you.

Yet again you get the same monotone robot voice before you throw the phone and hiccup, letting the sob rack your body. Standing up you start to pace the living room, pulling at your hair as you cry the world spinning. Why weren't they picking up? Did they not love you anymore? Have they realized you're not right for them? Why aren't they here? Why?

Your mind runs wild as your body racks out a loud sob and you drop to the floor as your body starts to go into survival mode. Your vision darkening.

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"Think she'll like them?" Charles asks, nervous as he holds the little gifts and bouquet of flowers. They knew you have been studying hard and they wanted to surprise you. "Yes, Charlie, stop asking." Sebastian laughs as they push open the garage door and are slow to walk in, not wanting to alert you.

Stepping farther into the house, Sebastian stops when he hears a gut wrenching sound coming from the living room. "Y/n," Charles gasps, dropping everything as he rushes to you, Sebastian quick on his heels. "Oh god, baby." Charles is frantic seeing the state you're in.

"Fuck," Sebastian collapses beside his boyfriend as Charles wraps his arms around you. "Don't leave me," You sob, Charles and Sebastian share a look. You rarely had your episodes, but when you did they were never good and they tried to be there.

"Why didn't you answer," You whimper into Charles chest as Sebastian grabs your hand and does a pressure point to help you calm down. "We're sorry, fuck we're so sorry. We were getting to a gift and fuck we're so sorry." Charles whispers, rocking back and forth a little with you, which has you slowing your breathing.

"We're never leaving you, you know that yeah?" Sebastian asks, moving closer and you nod your head slowly. "It just got to much." You whimper and Sebastian nods. "I'm so sorry we weren't here. But, we're here now." Sebastian whispers, pulling you both into him.

"We're not going anywhere."

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wroteclassicaly · 10 months

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Steve painting your toenails when you’re pregnant. You’ve never seen that man more focussed. Except that one time when he was putting your daughter’s crib together and went overboard, because he panicked it would somehow fall apart, and she’d get hurt.

“You think she’ll let me do this for her when she gets a little older?” He doesn’t look up, swiping the pastel blue across your pinky toe (the hardest one).

“She’s gotta get here first, baby.” You tease.

You pick up your cool drink, swiping a finger across the condensation, the drink he’d catered you with before getting out your nail polish caddy and supplies. Steve always makes sure to keep you pampered, knowing what you’re doing to grow his tiny human. It’s annoying sometimes, especially with your fluctuating hormones, but he takes it in stride. He’d read all the baby books before you, attended every check-up, made sure you favorite foods were available, prepared the nursery, helped you nest, even started picking up the task of assisting in shaving your legs. And when he couldn’t be there to satiate your food cravings, he always had someone on stand by who could pick it up for you.

As for the other things? You weren’t sure who was more sexually addicted to one another. Your hormones were going wild for Steve’s scent, those hands, those freckles, that mouth, his body, that thick fucking cock, his fucking hair — everything. It didn’t matter what he did, it could be something simple that would set you off. And his fascination with your newly round belly, the little kicks that appeared underneath his massive palm, how tender you seemed to be between your legs or your breasts.

Your tits… fuck. The way they’ve swollen with milk in preparing to feed your daughter, all the visuals that Steve has, the way he holds the heavy globes, caressing, indulging, fascinated in your body changing and giving you what you need for a new person to enter the world. You and Steve had made that decision immediately. To feed her from your breast, if you could, hoping she wouldn’t have trouble taking. The way his heart swelled thinking about you caring for something, someone, that you both made. Two people who were once strangers, at different ends of the social hierarchy spectrum.

All that you’ve been through, all that you’re going through, and all that you will go through in the years to come.

“I know it’s usually a mother daughter thing, but I don’t know —“

“Steve,” you say softly, hand laying over top his. His watch catches beneath the lamplight, his thumb-pad swiping to caress your knuckles. “It’s an activity she can do with both of us, if that’s what she wants to do. I know how involved you wanna be with her life, and it’s okay, baby. You will be, even if she decides she wants to play with makeup, you can be the test dummy. And if she wants to play hair salon, your hair —“

“Woah, woah,” Steve lifts the small polish lid, color almost dripping. You snort and shake your head. He begins to focus back on your toes. “We can bring Uncle Eddie over for that one.”

You’re just sipping on your soda, knowing that even his precious hair isn’t off limits in regards to his little girl. Already having him wrapped around her finger, he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the beauty shop test dummy. And he knows that as well, and he would not have it any other way.

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foli-vora · 4 months

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congrats on 3k!! Not sure if you're still doing this, but can I request something smutty with agent whiskey with the prompt "can we go home yet?"

Thank you for the request, my sweet! I'm so sorry for the time it took to get around to it, but I hope you enjoy! ❤️

errands

jack daniels x f!reader

word count: 1.7k warnings: i love him sm, sweet husband jack will give you everything, jack being a sexy menace, semi public/parking lot activities, swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY: what's a domesticity kink called? idk, whatever it is we've got that. fingering, orgasm denial, can't not use this gif lmao

The familiar churning of warmth in the pit of your stomach has followed you relentlessly throughout the day, despite you leaving your shared bed much later than socially acceptable after a long morning lost in Jack’s hold. There’s a gentle ache between your thighs from his dedicated efforts, the feeling never once letting your mind wander from the way he unravelled every part of your body and soul over and over.

And this? This wasn’t helping.

The confidence he oozed striding through the hardware store, knowing exactly what he wanted and where he would get it. The way he would ramble about the house renovation plans; what rooms could be what, where he could build you a little reading nook with a window overlooking the endless rolling green fields, or what materials he would need to make some floor to ceiling built in bookcases for your shared collection of books…

His excitement at dedicating his variety of skills into bringing your dream home to life is palpable, bringing forth such a fond tenderness to your chest that it makes you swear you couldn’t possibly love this man anymore if you tried. It rolls from him in waves now, as he wanders with his full cart of various renovation necessities and voicing his thoughts on what particular paint colours would match your shared vision.

It’s just all so sweet, so domestic.

It’s driving you wild.

Lips wrapping around the straw of your soda cup, you study the broad planes of his back, covered by his ever present leather jacket that thankfully stops just above the soft swell of his ass—bless that man for knowing how to pick his jeans. If it weren’t for the sweet elderly couple flicking through colour swatches at the end of the aisle, you simply would’ve crowded him into the shelves just for a much needed taste of his mouth, and maybe a quick feel—

“You listenin’ to me back there?”

“Not really,” you admit honestly, tongue rolling across your lower lip as he gives you a playful frown of disapproval from over his shoulder. That familiar heat rises and swells in your core, and you shift impatiently on your feet. “Can we go home yet?”

He chuckles, reaching out to pluck a paintbrush from the shelf and feeling the synthetic fibres between his fingers. “You gettin’ bored, darlin’? Is that why you’ve been poutin’ the last two aisles?”

“I haven’t been pouting.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles deeply, lips tugged up into a small smile of amusement as he continues his perusal of the variety of painting accessories. Eventually he lands on the ones he finds somewhat satisfactory, and tosses them into the cart before beckoning you closer with an open hand reached out behind him.

You take it and press up into his side easily, sighing softly at the heavy arm that wraps around your shoulders and the lips that press gently against your temple. The heat from his body seeps into yours while a wash of his familiar cologne assaults your nostrils, and it takes every bit of strength to not tilt your head and catch his lips in a searing kiss that would go scaring away any and everyone within range.

God, he just smells so damn good.

“Okay, so I may have been pouting—but it’s all your fault.”

He chuckles, the deep throaty timbre of it twisting pleasantly in your core, and what really kills you is that he has no idea the actual effect he has on you. Everything about him either sends you into a sweet and dizzying lovesick spiral, or hurtling straight into the fiery depths of hell with the thoughts that turn in your mind.

“Is that right? How so, sugar?”

You sigh, turning in his hold and raking a finger down his chest, winding around the buttons of his shirt as it goes. “All I can think about is fucking you right in the middle of this aisle, Jack.”

He blinks in surprise, taken off guard and rendered slightly bewildered by your admittance. “Come again?”

“Yes—I’m planning on it actually, again and again.”

A grin quickly tugs at his lips and his eyes flicker to the passersby going about their days as he tugs you closer, his thick drawl oozing into your ears, “You’re gonna get us thrown out if you keep that talk up, sugar.”

“Good, then we could go home and waste the afternoon away.”

He sighs, trying to appear vexed by your apparent disinterest in your errands, but the smile still tugging insistently at his lips gives him away. You see the playful sparkle in his eyes, the desperate want to give you everything you need and more, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him.

“Come on, Jack,” you coo, dragging him in for another kiss with just a taste of everything you’re feeling that leaves him chasing your lips when you eventually pull away, “let’s go home. Let me have you.”

“You’ll be the end of me, you know that?” He grumbles quietly before shaking his head, winding a hand down to grab teasingly at your ass cheek and giving it a firm tap that sends a rocket of heat hurtling straight to your core. “Fine. Registers—now. And no dawdlin’, go on now.”

It takes an agonisingly long time to pay, and you’re sure he does it on purpose. Jack lingers, happily chatting away to the older man serving you, and he has to know how impatient it’s making you because you swear you spy a smirk lingering at the edge of his lips as you start to shift from foot to foot.

You pounce as soon as he slides into the driver's seat, curling a hand around his neck and bringing his mouth greedily to yours. He responds quickly, unable to pull away from the lure of your kiss, lips parting and tongue meeting yours in a tangle of need. You groan into the heat of his mouth, relishing in the burn of his moustache as the kiss deepens. It does nothing to douse the fire wreaking havoc on your body, and you shift restlessly in your seat, thighs rubbing as you search for something to aid in your distress.

He chuckles, the force of his kiss moving you back into your seat as he crowds into you over the middle console, a hot hand splaying on the skin of your thigh to calm your agitation.

The words rumble against your lips softly, “You want it right here, sugar?”

Public indecency be damned—you need something. It’s not like you’re close to the store where people mill about, with Jack always preferring to park a ways away so there’s minimal risk of someone scratching the sleek and shiny paint of the Bronco. There’s no one around, it’s just you two… just you two, in your own little piece of bliss.

You pant softly into his mouth while nodding, fire growing up and along your spine as his rough fingers start to push up beneath the hem of your sundress. You’re already squirming from the familiar feel of them, system wired tightly in keen anticipation to feel them brush against you.

“You’re a greedy little thing today,” he murmurs, fingers coaxing your thighs to widen as they begin to dip their way beneath the waistband of your underwear.

A groan reverberates from his chest when he gently glides them along your slit to feel the heavy build up of arousal, taking a painfully long moment to simply feel you, before zoning in on your clit with the lightest of pressures. He circles softly over it, darkened eyes bouncing over your features as you relish in the hazy roll of pleasure taking over your body.

He ducks to press a series of open mouthed kisses to the side of your throat, teeth teasingly nipping at the sensitive skin and tongue soothing the brief pinch of pain away before the curve of his nose traces the shell of your ear. His honeyed drawl brings a shiver across your skin, and it really should be fucking illegal with the things it makes you feel.

“You been walkin’ around like this all morning, honey? You poor thing.”

Finally—God, finally—he allows his fingers to dip down and tease at your entrance, swirling two thick digits shamelessly through your arousal before sliding and curling them deep against the walls of your cunt. He’s quick to swallow the broken sounds that fall from your throat, his lips quirking up into a self satisfied smirk against yours as your hips squirm needily against the pressure of his hand.

“Go on, sugar. Take what you need, I’ve got you.”

You begin a somewhat messy rock of your hips, unashamedly beginning to fuck yourself on his fingers and ensuring to keep the calloused heel of his hand pressed up hard against your swollen clit. It provides the friction you need, you crave, with every back and forth roll against the rough surface of it causing the overwhelming heat in your core to build.

It’s just what you need. It’s just—it’s perfect. The feel of his thick digits dragging against your hot, slick walls; the relentless pressure against your clit; the perfect harmony of both working in tandem to bring a wash of electricity across your nerves, to bring you closer to that blissful edge you feel coming with every tense second—

“G-god, Jack—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

And… fuck. It’s right there, you’re right there—

—only for it to be just out of reach.

The feeling heightens, lingers, and then horrifically melts away into a throbbing ache as Jack retracts his fingers completely, the thick digits glistening from your flood of arousal in the sunlight filled cab.

He ignores your agonised cry of denial from the sudden loss and emptiness, and sucks them into his mouth, before reaching and turning the keys in the ignition, the truck rumbling to life loudly beneath you while you’re left trembling against the leather, thighs spread and cunt weeping.

“That’s what you get for bein’ impatient,” he drawls, a wicked shine to those warm honey eyes. “Now you sit pretty for the ride home, and I may be nicer when I get that sweet ass of yours inside.”

#foli's 3k #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x f!reader #agent whiskey x f!reader #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey x you #pedro pascal x reader

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fionajames · 4 months

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Christmas with the Greasers; Headcanons

Hey guys these are some headcanons about the Greasers for Christmas!

Enjoy, and please send requests!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

Ponyboy

Loves Christmas.

Buys everyone books in hopes of getting them to like them more. Then has to read them because half of them can’t read to save a life.

He made everyone wait until all the others were there to open presents.

The only one who can make a tea for Darry.

He and Johnny team up to try and get Dally to enjoy Christmas.

Pony goes to Church on Christmas Eve alone. Even though he no longer goes regularly, it reminds him of his parents.

Sodapop

Puts tinsel fucking everywhere.

Y’know how tinsel has like the fine little strips? Yeah, you’ll be finding bits of that in your food for weeks.

Buys everyone like lollies from the DX and writes badly spelt cards.

Puts decorations everywhere as well.

Managed to put a Santa hat on Dally’s head and doesn’t end up getting beat somehow.

But like, are you gonna punch a golden retriever? No. Not even Dally could do that.

Darry

Does this whole thing my parents do where he goes “I’m not getting up until someone makes me a cup of fucking tea.”

Enjoys watching 5 teenage boys rush to make a cup of tea while Dally just smokes a cigarette.

They have a tradition of all the gang celebrating at the Curtis house, as if they were all blood-family.

Gets everyone good presents.

Puts on Holiday Inn and White Christmas and shushes anyone who talks during during the films.

Johnny

He and Pony team up to get Dally to enjoy Christmas ofc.

Makes cookies and gives them in little packages to everyone.

Actually likes the Christmas movies Darry puts on.

Throws snowballs at socs with Dally but hides when they turn.

Sleeps over at the Curtis house with the others ofc and doesn’t go home at all, too scared of his family.

Decorates a lot but we’ll, unlike Soda who’s just crazed.

Dally

Christmas Day is the only day Darry lets him smoke inside the house so he takes full advantage of that.

Really doesn’t see the point on Christmas.

Although, he does kind of grow to like it through the constant forceful nature of Johnny and Pony.

Gets everyone like, a pack of cigarettes or something like that.

Threw snowballs and passer-bys.

Bought Buck a pack of cigarettes and Buck cried. One of the first hugs he didn’t immediately escape.

(I love the idea that Buck is just a sweet, lonely guy. Cause we don’t really know his personality, I headcanon him as a sweetheart).

Two-Bit

First up and is running wild in the house to wake everyone up.

Burnt himself but dropping boiling water on his like whilst trying to make Darry’s tea.

Complained about it for approximately 1.896 seconds before resuming running around whilst holding an ice pack to his leg.

Gets everyone a bottle of coke or something.

Screams happily when the Mickey Mouse Christmas specials come on.

No one is sad around Two-Bit but especially on Christmas cause he’s just an actual fucking child on Christmas.

Steve

Bought proper and good gifts but mostly so he could brag that he gave the best gifts.

Tried to suffocate Soda with tinsel when he almost ate a bit of green tinsel.

Puts snow down Socs backs as they go past and uses Dally as a shield when they get angry.

Tries to watch the films but gets bored and makes snarky remarks throughout them.

#the outsiders #greasers #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #darrel curtis #sodapop #soda curtis #sodapop curtis #christmas #dally winston #dallas winston #johnny cade #steve randle #socs #ka’ra writes ❤️

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derekhighwaytf · 9 months

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Poindextrin

This is something a little different for my nerds out there so bear with me if that's not your thing.

Every woman wants to fuck you and all men want to be you…and also fuck you. Who can blame them? After all, you’re Etch, a famous rockstar who can fuck anything he wants! And after yet another adrenaline-rushed concert, you need something to take the load off. Your ears are still ringing with the echoes of screaming fans, your muscles thrumming with a mix of exhaustion and sex appeal. You're sweaty, high on the thrill of it all, and you reach for a pill bottle handed to you by a zealous groupie. Hallucinogens, you think. Just a little added kaleidoscope for the night. The label reads "Poindextrin", but you shrug it off as some quirky branding.

A few minutes pass and although you’re not higher, your voice definitely is. Midway through a laugh, it squeaks up an octave or two, emerging from your lips high-pitched and nasally. It's like the voice of a caricature of a geek from a corny 80s movie, and you're momentarily shocked, a ripple of unease breaking your post-show high.

But it doesn't end there. You feel a strange lightness spreading through your body, a shrinking sensation that's both alien and deeply uncomfortable. Your tattoos, those symbols of rebellion, dissolve into clear, untouched skin. Your pecs, your arms, the product of hours spent in the gym, deflate as if poked by an invisible needle until they're just skin and bone. Your solid abs flatten out, vanishing as if they were never there. Instead of a gym-bound rock God, your body has become stick-thin, almost like you’ve never worked out a day in your life.

Looking for assurance that this is just some bad trip, you stare into a nearby mirror, but it doesn’t take long for you to realize what’s happening, especially when you see your wild blonde hair start to recede into your scalp, your rebellious mane getting shorter and shorter until your left with a crisp, sharp #2 buzzcut on the top of your pale white head. The reflection then blurs, your vision wavering, and you fumble around for something to clear it. You’ve always had perfect eyesight, but now you can only see a handful of colors, like a kaleidoscope, but not the type you’d planned to see tonight. Your hand lands on a pair of glasses with lenses as thick as soda bottles. Sliding them on, you’re taken aback by how large the world appears through these comically oversized glasses.

A glance down reveals a different set of clothes than what you remember putting on. Your stylish, rebelliously worn attire has been replaced with buttoned-up shirts, high waisted pants, a neat bowtie, a plastic pocket protector crammed with pens, suspenders and a pair of the clunkiest loafer shoes known to man. It's as if you've been dropped into a different world, a world where you are not the leading man banging chicks left and right, but instead the side character getting his lunch money stolen and being dunked in the toilet.

Your usually nonchalant demeanor begins to crack, replaced by an alien neuroticism that compels you to straighten your bowtie and adjust your glasses. Your once raucous hotel room seems overly cluttered, dirty. A wave of anxiety hits you, a compulsion to clean and order things taking over.

Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, an uncontrollable urge overcomes you. The panic is momentary, but the shame that follows the realization that you've peed your pants is far more potent. This is something you’ve never experienced, but starts to feel more and more familiar, an embarrassing incontinence problem that’s marred you since you were a teenager. Just another mark against your former coolness.

But the most distressing change comes last. Memories of rocking stages, of endless nights of passion, and the artistry of music start to blur, replaced by memories of a past that isn't yours. You remember being shoved into lockers, the stinging humiliation of public wedgies, the nights spent huddled over a Dungeons & Dragons game instead of getting head from a gaggle of groupies. The word virgin comes to mind, because that’s what you are, a virgin. A gay virgin who’s never had the confidence to make the first move. Thinking about such an act makes your acne-ridden cheeks heat up.

Finally, you recall a name that is not Etch, but instead Ernest. Ernest Bartholomew Humphries. Your hands shake as you run them through your buzzcut, wondering just how on earth you’d stayed up this late. You need to get some rest for your new IT job tomorrow, dork.

#gay tf #male transformation #mental change #tf story #buzzcut #nerd tf #nerdification

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myperfectfatdads · 21 days

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Baseball Coach

Brent’s friend Steve had always been a fit guy. Brent and Steve were friends in college until they parted ways, Steve becoming more interested in baseball and Brent continuing with his studies. Eventually after college Steve signed up to be a baseball coach for a little league team and Brent moved on to an office job a few cities away.

Brent’s life took a wild change after moving and he couldn’t take it anymore and moved back to his hometown 8 year later. He was getting a little older but not to old still in his early 30s. But Steve, Brent’s best friend in college still lived in the same town and the two men wanted to meet after not seeing eachother for all these years, Brent was still looking for a new job but Steve was still a baseball coach for the same little league in there small town.

The two boys decided to meet at a restaurant just down the street from where they live. Brent must have arrived there first because he couldn’t spot Steve so he decided to get a table and wait. About ten minutes later a man walks in this man had a small prickly beard and a huge beer belly. The man checks in and starts to make his way towards Brent’s table.

“Brent my man long time not see” the fat man says.

“Im sorry but who are you?” says Brent

“It’s me Steve” says Steve

Brent was taken in awe, what happened to his fit muscular friend Steve. This wasn’t him this couldn’t be this was some old fat dad.

“You okay man?” says Steve

“Yeah i’m fine bro you just look a lot different” says Brent

“Haha yeah that’s what the baseball life does to you, on that matter of fact Brent i’ve heard you’ve been looking for a job why don’t you come and join me in being a baseball coach. It pays pretty good and we would get to spend some more time together, so what do you say?” says Steve

“Actually man this would really help me thank you” says Brent

“Nothing to it here just sign this” says Steve as he pulls out a waver to sign.

Brent grabs the waver and reads it pretty normal stuff but something at the bottom catches his eye. It states what ever happens to your body this season is permanent. Thats odd why would a waver say that. Not too worried Brent signs the waver and his new job starts on monday.

After that Brent and Steve part ways for now. On the car ride home Brent was left with so many questions. What happened to Steve’s fit body what did that thing mean at the bottom of the waver. All of Brent’s thoughts got cut off by one loud sound, “rumble” what was that Brent thinks to himself looking down he noticed it was his stomach of all things. That’s weird i’m normally never hungry especially after that big meal. Brent feels his stomach feeling his abs. Brent’s always been a fit guy keeping in shape and so was Steve but something must have changed.

Brent couldn’t take the pain of his stomach any more and pulls into a mcdonald’s drive through to get some food. He orders a big mac fries a drink and a 10 piece chicken nugget. After Brent gets his food he pulls into the driveway and rips the bag right open eating every single piece. After he’s done he takes one last sip of his soda and lets out a sigh of relief and resting his hands in his stomach which is pushed out a little farther because of all the food he just ate. Arriving at home Brent quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed at all the sweetest food he could find. Finishing those up he went to his bedroom and plopped himself in bed.

Waking up in the morning Brent felt that it was just a little bit harder sitting up. Today was his first day of baseball practice and he couldn’t wait to start he quickly slipped on his favorite shirt. Brent struggled to put his shirt on and after he did he noticed that it felt a little bit tighter than normal. Looking in the mirror Brent always notices a little bit of subtle on his face even though he just shaved yesterday. He shrugs it aside and gets in his car to head to baseball.

Brent’s first baseball practice was a success as him and Steve as the coaches. Getting in the car Brent is starving so a quickly stops at a fast food place and picks some food this order being more then twice then what he normally gets. After getting the food Brent pills over and totally pigs out not even swallowing just shoving it down his throat. His belt feels super tight on him pushing against his belly. Brent unbuckles it letting his stomach completely push out. Brent gives it a good pat and let’s out a huge burp. Arriving at home he notices his belt is still undone and should probably be put back on but no matter how hard he tries Brent can’t seem to buckle it no matter how much he sucks in which is weird I swear this belt just fit me perfect yesterday. At that moment Brent hears a knock on his door. Going to open it there’s no one there but just a big box. Brent picks it up and brings it inside, opening it he sees that it’s full of clothes. Picking up one of the shirts he finds that it is a 3xl, damn that a big shirt Brent thinks while putting it aside. Brent looks through the whole box finding clothes that range from sizes 3xl to 12xl. But at the very bottom of the box was a scale. Curious Brent picked it up and plopped it on the group to check his weight. Damn 247 pounds just at the gym last week he was 214. I guess I do need to cut back on the cheeseburgers he thought as he gave his bloated stomach a pat. Looking at the pile of clothes on his kitchen table he might as well try one on as his other clothes were starting to feel tight.

Brent picks up a 3xl large shirt and slips it on, huh it’s a perfect fit he thinks to himself. Brent starts to head to bed as it’s starting to get late. Getting into bed Brent gives his belly a pat saying that he’ll just burn it off at the gym tomorrow. Brent wakes up in a sweat in the morning completely shirtless. Huh I swear I went to bed with a shirt, Brent sits up finding it a little harder to. Oh my god Brent thinks as he looks down to see his t-shirt ripped on his bed. Brent confused quickly gets out of bed and hopes onto the scale. The scale read 289 pounds. What the hell how is this even possible as Brent thinking how this could happen his phone goes off. His Steve asking if he wants to meet for breakfast. Brent picks up his phone and responds saying sounds great be there in 20. Steve responds with sounds great man see you there. Brent in a rush quickly grabs a 4xl bottom up shirt and heads for his car. Bottoming it up even the 4xl shirt feels a little tight but Brent just brushed it aside as he’s so hungry he can’t even think straight. Arriving at the breakfast buffet Brent sees Steve sitting at a table damn he still looked huge thought Brent. Sure Brent was a little bit bigger but no where as big as Steve had gotten.

“Hey man nice to see you can’t wait for our second day of coaching tomorrow” says Steve

“Yeah me too I really like it, well let’s get some food i’m starving” says Brent

Brent goes up looking at all the different foods all of them look so good to him. Brent can’t decide and stuffs his plate full of food. Sitting back down he sees that Steve got about the same amount as him so Brent didn’t feel as fat. The two boys stuff their faces with food, Brent not even noticing his stomach starting to expand. Brent goes up for seconds, thirds, and even fourth’s. But on his fourth plate his bottom up shirt couldn’t take it anymore it was about to blow. And as it did the bottom popped off flying like a gunshot. Brent’s face immediately turned bright red.

“Hey it’s all good bro it happens to the best of us my guy” says Steve.

Flushed with embarrassment Brent asks for the bill and quickly heads for his car. What the hell is happening to me he thinks as he squeezes himself into his car. Getting home Brent rushes to his bedroom and quickly steps on the scale. The scale reads 332 pounds. Brent had gained 44 pounds since this morning. I mean sure he ate a lot but he didn’t eat enough to gain 44 pounds. Brent walks into his bathroom but he doesn’t see himself in the reflection. He sees a man with a small prickly beard and a gut that looks like a beach ball. I mean what happened to him the pecs he worked so hard for a slowly stating to form into moobs, and a small double chin is starting to form under his chin, and his legs are starting to look like the size of tree trunks. An alarm went off on his phone it was already time for baseball. Brent quickly grabbing the closet pair of clothes and slipping them on and running out the door. He struggled to pull his shirt down his gapping gut even though the size was a 7xl. Brent swung open his car door and squeezed into his car finding it a lot harder to fit. He arrived at baseball finding it a lot harder to teach the kids from his increasing size. Brent was happy that Steve wasn’t there today as he couldn’t see him looking like this. Brent was a big mess, after baseball Brent was starving he knew he shouldn’t but he stopped at a drive through anyways he couldn’t resist. Brent almost tripled the order of what he normally got. Pulling into the parking lot Brent could barley resist the temptation. He grabbed his first of three hamburgers chomping down on it and when straight for his drink and. basket of fries after that.

While eating Brent didn’t even notice his shirt start to stretch out and roll up his belly Brent’s stomach pushes against the steering wheel as it kept expanding farther and farther.

After Brent was done he tossed all the rappers away and pulled out of the parking lot to head home. Arriving there he barely managed to push himself out of the car. He unlocked the door and walked straight to his bedroom, well his walk was more of a waddle now from the increase of weight. He walked right up to the scale and stood on it, it took a while to process but when it was done it read 397. Brent was shocked but way too tired to do anything and plopped down on his bed.

Walking up in the morning Brent found it almost impossible to sit up his gut was holding him down. This was his new life. He rolled himself out of bed finding clothes was almost impossible even the 12xl clothes felt tight on him. Brent is just going to leave it behind and head to baseball, arriving at baseball there was Steve. Brent was even starting to look a little bit bigger than Steve.

“Seems like the baseball coach body has grown into you just fine” says Steve.

“I guess you could say that, everything is just so much harder now” says Brent.

“Yeah you’ll get used to it though, what do you say ready to play some ball?” says Steve.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” says Brent.

#dad bod #weight gain #balding #beer belly #beer bloat #burping #fat belly #hairy belly #fatty

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 4 months

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Six-sentence Sunday:

All the colours look brighter now

“I am back!” Silence. Kazuki tried again. “I am home, you guys!?” Still no answer, until Kazuki noticed the chaos.

Not at all surprised that the loft was not in tiptop condition when he returned, he finally accepted how slovenly his little family was. It was time to teach them how to do the housework. He eyed at the kid’s toys that were scattered on the floor. The discarded pizza boxes decorated the dining table and the carpet. Half-consumed soda in grimy bottles and cans. Cups and glasses were everywhere. And the little girl’s coat and daycare bag were still lying on the now dried floor. Truth to tell, the chaos was an eyesore. It reminded him of the day he got a first glimpse of Rei’s living condition back when they were not roommates yet. It was their fifth mission, and, for a change, Rei invited him to his loft albeit reluctantly after “destroying” Kazuki’s flat unplanned courtesy of the goons who managed to follow Rei when the latter stole their money.

Where are those two rascals anyway?

The apartment seemed empty except for the detritus of life that were present in front of him.

He searched all the rooms saved for Miri’s sleeping chamber.

When he finally went up to see it, he opened the door slowly and was a bit skeptic. He was still feeling cross, dejected, mind. Expecting boisterous laughter and raucous blabbering coming from an energetic four-year-old girl, there was utter silence. Kazuki raised his left eyebrow.

What’s happening here?

Read the rest on AO3.

* I managed to expand a bit and posted this short story on AO3. This has been sitting on my drafts for more than half a year. To celebrate the first anniversary of Buddy Daddies, I offer you this. Lily might be busy with their other projects (Blue Exorcist for one), but we are still lucky that they don’t forget us even if PA Works might have. May we have more illustrations from Lily. Happy Anniversary of one whole year of Buddy Daddies!!! So vote for this family as an anime wild card !

#buddy daddies #kazurei #kazuki kurusu #miri unasaka #rei suwa #my fanfic stuff #six sentence sunday #buddy daddies anniversary

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bunnymajo · 6 months

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Time to fill out that OC questionnaire but for Thistle this time!

He'll be in the @sonic-oc-showdown so be sure to give him a vote!

Name: Thistle the Tenrec

Species: Highland Streaked Tenrec

Home: Central City

✨How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Since he’s inspired by Amy I wanted to pick another prickly flower name. Thistle flowers can have a lot of negative connotations in flower language just as much as positive ones (aggressiveness, unwanted intrusion). If roses are known for being noble and lovely, thistles are more wild but pesky, they’re also hard to let go if you end up stuck by one. The image of thistle flower suited him the more I thought about it.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Same age as Surge.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Currently Surge and only Surge. He’s had previous partners but they usually don’t last very long. Current record is 1 month.

(The only tragic thing about Thistle is that he's not trying to be the worst boyfriend ever. He really wants to do good but he's too self-centered and stupid to realize that he's the problem)

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Key Lime Pie, he likes anything tart but sweet.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Works part time at a flower shop in central city, he’s actually quite popular with customers.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Flower arrangement and astrology charting. Loves reading romance novels and watching old classic movies even if he gets the meaning of them completely wrong. He’s good at baking and also spends a lot of time online on social media. He’s a jack of all trades and always ready to learn something new to get closer with people in his life. He’s here for you. What more could you want from a guy :)

🎯 -What do they do best?

Anything that’s considered traditionally feminine Thistle excels at. Baking, shopping, event planning, crushing your enemies. But even with all of that he’s incredibly good at finding information. Does his new crush have a favorite band? Well Thistle just doxxed every band member and knows the rest of their schedule for the next 3 months.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Thistle likes doing anything that will get him lots of compliments and attention, especially if it’s something he already finds fun. He’s the type to get really wrapped up in tedious side project so probably mapping out his and Surge’s life together via astrology

Hates doing something that doesn’t serve him in some way, like doing volunteer work for strangers. He also isn’t much of an adventuring type unless it’s to chase Surge down, he’d rather not though, he’d rather keep her tied down close to him and they can live a cozy domestic life.

Running around beating up robots getting sweaty and gross and for what? just to protect the masses? Awful, blech, Sonic can have that.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

One time he and Surge accidentally shared a soda, therefore doing the incredibly scandalous “indirect kiss”. She vaporized the soda can to destroy the evidence and then punched him in the gut when he told her. He passed out for about two days.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

His first relationship was an online one where the other person ended up blocking him and then publicly warned other people about his creepy behavior.

Thistle made one of those “am I the asshole?” posts about their relationship and everyone in the forum went “yeah, you were totally the asshole.”

Thistle deleted all his accounts and started over. He learned nothing. “It’s the forum that was wrong, they were all just jealous.”

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

There’s a few initial sketches I did to get the overall idea going and there’s a few minor tweaks but he’s basically the same design as when I started.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

It was a bumblekast question asking about what a glitch Amy would be like and I liked the answer so much I wanted to develop it into a real character.

I really like aggressively-in-love characters like this in media actually, something about them being not shy at all about the person they’re in love with leads to a lot of funny or interesting situations, also since Surge is my favorite sonic character at the moment it’s fun thinking about how she would react to someone like this too. It’s a win-win situation for me lol.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

The villain in a shoujo romance manga

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Identifies as male, Pan, he/him/they pronouns

🙌 - How many siblings does your OC have?

Zero. Probably for the best because he’s terrible with children.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

He’s an absolute mama’s boy when she’s around. (It should be noted that Thistle doesn’t really have a tragic backstory or bad childhood. He really is just like that for some reason.)

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Thistle can be a lot of things I like about male characters (a goober in love, not afraid to appear “feminine”, a polite good boy, twisted priorities) and also be the worst person I’ve ever wanted to write thoughts for. He’s a very fun punching bag.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Probably too much haha, I don’t usually write a lot of actual terrible people so he’s a refreshingly fun rom-com villain.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

It’s funnier if he stays alive imo. If Surge ever changes her ways in canon or something drastic happens to her he might lose interest in her and move on to his next victim, that’s about as close as I’d ever get to “killing him”. It would have to be a very drastic personality change though.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Whatever the fear of being unloved is.

To him, being loved by someone is the ultimate goal. “I can love so easily, why is it so hard for someone to stay in love with me? I must not be loving hard enough, I need to love someone who craves love just as much as I do. Yes, then it would be the ultimate romance” - is basically the rationalization here.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

I mean probably Amy, not just for Surge’s sake, Amy will fight anyone she finds being a selfish creep in the name of love.

In Thistle's mind anyone who even smiles in Surge's direction is a rival. She's spoken for, who do they think they are??

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

A little over a year!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

#hey hey it's that time again #thistle the tenrec #my ocs #sonic ocs

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dumbass-extraordinaire · 2 years

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local man plagued by supernatural horrors, more at 10!

(do not repost w/ out permission)

[Image ID: a traditional ballpoint pen drawing of oscar wilde done in blue and duck newton done in green labeled “Just Some Guy TM”. End ID.]

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justfangirlingsstuff · 9 months

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First date with Carl Grimes Headcanons:

Carl grimes x reader

Warnings:none

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-your first date was in the woods

-him picking you up from you house in Alexandria<<<<him giving you a bouquet of wild flowers to you that he picked himself

-reading comics

-eating snacks/drinking soda

-watching out for walkers

-talking about life in the apocalypse<<<<<life at the start of the apocalypse

#carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x you #carl grimes headcanons

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violivs · 17 days

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NMTDaily: A Wild Hero Appears

- It makes me a little sad that Bea tweets out this video with “meet the prettier version of me”. You’re beautiful in your own right, Beatrice, and I don’t think Hero would want you to compliment her by putting yourself down. This moment starts to show Beatrice’s insecurities, in a very teenage-girl way. It feels very accurate to that time of life for sure.

- What’s interesting, though, is that this tweet, where Bea thinks of herself as less pretty than Hero, is a direct parallel to and reversal of the moment in a future episode when Claudio tells Ben who he likes (Hero), and asks what Ben thinks of her, and Ben says he prefers her cousin, naming no names. These lines are adapted from the play. Now, I’m not going to say it’s good or ok for the guys to be comparing the girls to each other, even unintentionally, and of course Beatrice has to develop her own self-confidence outside of what anyone else thinks of her. But it is very sweet that at the time she makes that self-deprecating tweet, Beatrice already, unknown to her, has someone who looks at her before anyone else, who always thinks she’s the prettiest girl in the room. It’s just that even he doesn’t know it yet! Ben has thought Beatrice was gorgeous since long before he could admit it to himself, and that just makes me happy.

- I bet Hero’s “you’re not so bad looking yourself, Bea” is her answer to the tweet. She’s too sweet even to directly address it.

- Hero reading TFIOS is so incredibly 2014. (I can also tell she’s an actress and isn’t actually reading it right now because she’s that far into the book and she isn’t SOBBING. I’ll never forget how hard I cried and I’m not afraid to admit it.)

- “Hero it’s Darcy on a horse” being the thing to get her attention is hilarious and adorable and how many Jane Austen Movie Nights do we think she and Bea have had? Definitely some!

- Hero is adorable and we love her enthusiasm and many many video ideas 😆

- there are so many amazing quotes in this episode. “room tour. room tour. ROOM TOUR”; “I am very proud of the witty capabilities of 3-in-the-morning me” amazing.

- Bea is starting what’s essentially senior year in April at a new school. That has to be stressful. Good that she seems cheery about it. I’m sure she’s not at all worried about who else is in her classes…

- Now I want lemonade! Lol. But US lemonade for me. Research is telling me that NZ/Aotearoa lemonade is just basically lemon soda, like it is in the UK, as opposed to the US lemon juice + water + sugar situation. I hope Bea gets to try US lemonade on her travel year. It’s so good when it’s good.

- the Hersula origins! “She’s so lovely I catch myself wanting her to insult me” 💕

- Shoutout to the NMTD Fandom Revival Discord for catching the fact that Bea’s line “what is this cake even for” is a reference to the TARDIS cake Ursula shared on her tumblr, showing that Ursula and Hero surprised Bea with the cake for no reason at all, they’re just that sweet and lovely!

- A brief aside: Ursula’s tumblr has been lovely. She’s posted lots of desserts including one that she said is her dad’s specialty, so now I headcanon that she likes to bake because it’s something she and her dad do together. Ursula lore!

- Poor Meg. It’s tough to be an early bloomer, and you can tell the girls know they shouldn’t be making fun of her for it. I’m glad Hero told Bea to stop, but she was still going along with it and was the one who said the “Queen of Scream” line. We know they’ll learn, though.

- I also notice the link to Ursula’s first video in the description of this episode is now broken and goes to a page that says the video doesn’t exist. Fortunately VOX POPS is alive, well, and next in the playlist. Interesting how links break over time.

- This episode is apparently from before the characters start answering YouTube comments, I checked the comment section. That’s something I’m interested to see whether the NMTDaily emails will highlight, because I remember the characters’ comments being very fun to read! Good for immersion too!

- I’m embarrassed to even admit this, and I blame growing up without cable tv or video games, but I’m just now realizing this title is a Pokémon reference. This show was always even nerdier and more full of pop culture references than I realized! Excited to see if I find anything else I didn’t get before!

💖🥭🦩

#nmtd #nothing much to do #nmtdaily #violivs nmtdaily liveblog #a wild hero appears #i did have PBS and books and VHS/DVD movies and playing outside I promise my childhood wasn’t that deprived

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hawnks · 17 days

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hello its me im a stranger in your inbox brought here by the allure of gojo fics

but LISTEN this is actually wild. at least from my pov. so i'm looking up omegaverse gojo fics

so i come across one of your omega!gojo fics and i love it, it's fun, it's novel, gojo as an omega is so valid actually, very in character, omega tf out of that bitch and i run to your blog to find more of it

they were all delicious works and gosh i love how you write gojo in general. man you have got. SO MUCH. of the vibes. the perfect vibes. i've got tons of gojo fic stuff in my drafts, a lot of it being character study, and i see your character ramblings on him AND IM LIKE

YES!!! THAT'S IT THAT'S HIM THAT'S THE BRAND!!! THE TRUE GOJO!! THE CORRECT GOJO SATORU!!! intensely lonely actually but too far removed from the regular human experience to understand how to properly connect. i see all of your opinions on them and theyre so correct

but then like i'm scrolling through your blog anD YOU WROTE!!!! IT'S YOU!!! YOU WROTE THAT FIC!!!! "ariadne's thread"!!!

i read that fic ages ago when i was first descended into the madness that is this fandom. i read like a million other fics and a couple weeks later that fic was still stuck in my head and it's the reason i started bookmarking fics for jjk now.

you also wrote that soulmate fic with the fanta soda?? which i also ended up reading??? that was AWESOME, i've been wanting to write soulmate stuff for jjk forever and it was such a sweet romance that was actually like normal and removed from the actual curse stuff

in retrospect it's actually super interesting. ariadne's thread is all about gojo and the aftermath of his spectacular life, and the soulmate fic is actually all about the reader and the trials of their mundane life. and in ariadne's thread gojo finds his peace by appreciating the trivialities of your regular life when he no longer cares about his

anyways sorry if i'm blabbing too much at you. it just felt like such a crazy coincidence, but only because i am apparently blind to author names on Ao3 XD

your pinned says you're shy so rlly don't feel pressured to reply to this, i just enjoy rambling in other people's inboxes

AISKSKKDKDKDKKDDK

Hello, welcome to the omega!gojo quicksand pit; there is no way out <3

Thank you, this is so sweet!! 😭🥺💕🍰🧋It’s funny because I do have fics that are more reader-centric despite being about characters. I think it’s because there’s sometimes world building that has to happen in reader’s POV and I try not to switch perspectives too much.

Strangely enough, I think gojo really has an appreciation for everyday things. He likes B-movies and street food, he buys tacky souvenirs, he takes the train. He’s like… 20% a normal dude actually

#kissies for u <3 #you are actually not the first person that this has happened to JSJSJJDJD #I am an enigma #and this blog is chaos #also getting this was so funny because I saw a bunch of gojo posts in my notifs and I was like oh someone is Going Through It with this man #write soulmate aus with me 🫴#soulmate au is ultimate trope #mint talks

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rubythoughts · 1 year

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Wet Motion | Alice in Borderland | Chishiya Shuntaro x OC | One Shot

Part 2 of the Open Doors One Shot - totally unrelated, can be read standalone.

Now it will definitely become a longer story, but I am posting bits and pieces over here.

Smut - Kinda Nasty - Just a Warning, read at your own risk

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He won a heart game and he didn’t even look bothered. What a creepy guy. In a good way, after all, he won. Himiko drank the remains of her beer and watched as he sipped from a soda can looking as bored as ever, while his whole team died in that game. Unbelievable.

Kuina was chatting happily about her latest game – which was clubs, much more approachable than a heart game, and left them with almost no casualties. The Beach was becoming somewhat less numerous and The Hatter became more selective with the new people. Unless you had a certain ability that could be useful, you couldn’t get in. Which didn’t bother Himiko at all, it was time this party place become less crowded, although she didn’t want people to die for this.

Despite the smaller number of participants, parties were still lively. Everybody was filled with adrenaline and moved to the music in sort of frantic waves, but the chaos was normal here. Himiko sighed and jumped in the water. She let herself float on the surface, almost motionless. The only evidence of her consciousness were the small breaths and the gracious waves made when she moved her hands slightly to keep herself floating. She watched the stars, as usually the Tokyo lights didn’t allow them to shine enough to be admired. This country was horrible and exquisite at the same time. The nature took over the city rapidly, more than any of them expected. Soon there will be no pre-canned food to eat and everything will expire, including medicine. Time flew differently and it felt like it affected the humans too.

She felt older, but maybe it was only the stuff she had to witness. Either way, life was draining out of her little by little, while filling this place with wild animals and plants to fulfill the lack of humans. Himiko blinked a tear away, happy that she was quite far from other people. Most of them were blissfully chatting and dancing, although Kuina looked like she was annoyed with her as she left in the middle of her rambling, but she knew not to come near when Himiko was in her own head. She wondered how it feels to let go and leave all the thoughts behind, dancing and partying like everything is normal. Whenever she drank, she was just stuck there with her thoughts. She takes risks every few days, gambling with her life and with the lives of everyone she teamed up with. But she never took risks in between. Maybe she should. She jumped out of the pool, grabbed the first bottle with an unknown liquid in it and drank every last drop at once. It burnt, but she didn’t feel anything else.

At first.

She wanted to go back to the pool but Niragi’s hand blocked her way.

- Look who decided to join.

She sighed, trying to move past his extended hand. He frowned and let out a loud and disapproving ‘tsch’.

- You could always join for more, you know? I’d happily let the Queen of Hearts play with me, although not really with my heart if you know what I mean.

- Do you even have one? she asked quietly, more to herself. She didn’t feel any kind of emotion towards him. While he was known to have sex with pretty much anyone, he was known to kill most of his preys too. But she really wasn’t a prey and he knew well enough that her ‘no’ was definitive. He still tried, but although he got his way with almost anyone at The Beach, she was above him in ranking and much more important to The Hatter. So he didn’t force it.

She walked past him and back in the water, splashing everyone around as she forcefully jumped. It was a bad idea, as her head felt dizzy right when she hit the water. The alcohol hit. It didn’t make her feel wild and willing to have fun. It made her feel more anxious and exposed.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Run for the thoughts. No one is after you.

In fact, she might be after someone. In fact, it might have been a good idea. And in fact, that someone still sipped on his soda watching everyone with his bored look stuck to his face, right at the end of the pool. That suddenly felt like the right thing to do. She swam to him, with a sudden impulse and curiosity.

Chishiya turned his attention to the girl floating right towards him. Her black hair drifted away from her face as she barely touched the bottom of the pool. He smirked, the water wasn’t high but she was simply too short and dare he admit it – he found it pleasant to watch her.

What struck him though, was the daring look on her face. It was familiar but it always brought bad news for him. And sometimes bad news were intriguing and exciting but he wouldn’t let it show.

He turned around, letting his legs drip in the water and she raised an eyebrow. Daring again. But he won’t move further, if she wants something from him, she must come and show what she has to offer in return. Chishiya, unlike her, liked to be unbothered about everything in this world. Including Himiko, if possible.

She sighed and came closer, positioning herself in between his legs. He had that stupid half-smirk on his face, but his eyes didn’t have a shade of feeling in them. She hated that. She might be good at covering her feelings as well but she hated that void look on his face, that stupid blond soft hair perfect for grabbing whenever needed, those slender fingers she knew every inch of and that fucking smart mouth of his that made her come undone multiple times. She wanted to fuck him right there on the edge of the pool, making everyone a spectator to the only moments Chishiya showed a blink of emotion. Although it was just lust, she wanted to break that perfect façade of indifference.

She jumped from between his legs, right in his lap making sure to position herself directly on his crotch. He simply looked amused to her before changing to his usual bored look.

- You got drunk.

She could feel his breath caressing the sensitive skin of her neck, she pressed more into him.

- I got bored.

He chuckled darkly and she felt his tongue touching that sensitive place making her tense.

- You got drunk. This time he said it in a rough, definitive tone.

Then, he pushed her.

She felt herself get to the bottom of the pool and she almost laughed, amused at her stupidity and the fact that she actually got drunk enough to be this stupid. This is why she didn’t indulge in The Beach endeavor. She got back up coughing and shot him a long glare. There wasn’t much of a public anymore, but he saw Niragi’s stare across the pool, amused and with an eyebrow raised in a superior look.

Fuck it. She got back on the edge of the pool right next to Chishiya who watched her with a slight annoyance and condescension. She thought of simply walking a way but the sobriety was far from her, she pushed him in to the pool and walked towards the door, without even a glance back.

The ones remaining on the sides of the pool or partying next to the bar stopped for a second, confused at the commotion. Kuina watched with interest but didn’t leave her spot to help Chishiya. Whatever that was, it was amusing to say the least.

Himiko hurried to her room, slamming all the doors on her way. She discarded her wet swimsuit changing into some shorts and a T-shirt and walked to the mirror. Her wet hair stuck to her head and shoulders and she had a weird, sort of crazy look. Tomorrow she had to play, she shouldn’t have done this. Her mind must be clear. If it was a diamond or hearts game the whole team would count on her and right now she didn’t trust herself. She was a light drinker and she was sure tomorrow she’ll regret it even more. Hell, she already did.

She felt the fingers tracing her legs a bit later than she wanted to admit and when she looked behind her Chishiya was already dragging her pants down slowly, while kissing her inner thigh. In her inebriated state she couldn’t mutter some smart joke about him being on his knees, she chose to allow herself to feel his lips tracing up her thigh so painfully close to her core.

He helped her out of her pants and turned her around. She wore a slight flush on her face, he didn’t know if it was because of him, embarrassment from the incident at the pool or simply her own drunk state but he found it cute. Although his face showcased a different feeling.

If she wouldn’t have been dizzy, she would brace herself and provoke him. But his look was serious, disappointed and a little too fierce for her taste. Her mind wouldn’t let her admit, but it was a little scarry to actually see such negative emotions on his face, directed to her, especially.

He kissed her suddenly and rough. There wasn’t lust in this kiss, like the many shared before, it was filled with anger. He bit her lower lip so hard, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth. She pushed him a little, not really wanting to make him stop but to let him know he was hurting her. He caught her hands and tied them back with something she didn’t quite manage to see.

- Chishiya…

- No. You are not to speak after the stunt you tried to pull down there.

She suddenly realized he was wet too. His hoodie was dripping on the floor and his hair was half wet from his fall in the pool. She almost forgot, but it brought some clarity to her as he lifted her T-shirt over her breasts. She didn’t wear a bra anymore which allowed him to pinch her nipples roughly to pull her close to him. She moaned at the contact and let her head fall on his shoulder but he wouldn’t let her.

He pulled her nipples while walking backwards until he was seated on the bed and she had no option but to straddle him to ease his grab on her breasts.

- Chishiya, it hurts.

- It is supposed to. he said in a rasp voice, moving his mouth to her neck and biting harshly. That will leave a mark which she’ll have to cover somehow tomorrow. It hit her, he was punishing her.

His hands traced her shape and stopped on her ass, digging his fingers in her flesh with force and anger. Other bruises she’ll need to find a way to cover up tomorrow. His mouth was tracing her collarbone down to her breasts leaving hot traces on their way, burnt into her skin and mind.

She moved her hips to feel more, suddenly aware that she was right over his manhood and she desperately needed some friction. His hands and mouth stopped just as sudden and she whimpered at the loss of his touch. He voiced a short growl and gave her a disappointed look. Then he gently took her chin closer to his lips, almost kissing her but still a little too far. He felt her skip a breath expecting and firmly kept her face away from his, looking directly into her eyes.

- You don’t deserve this yet.

She whimpered again and moved her hips, she didn’t manage to get closer but she felt him twitch inside his wet pants. She shivered at the contact and he gave her another disappointed look. He took his hand of her face and grabbed something nearby, suddenly covering her eyes. She cried softly as he bit her nipple while tying up the cloth around her eyes.

He pushed her off him and dragged her more onto the bed. He adjusted the ties around her hands and dragged her to the wall, tying her up to one of the bed pillars.

She never felt more exposed and more helpless. She tried to pull her hands from the knotted ties, but he fastened them well enough to keep her from going anywhere. Chishiya didn’t touch her anymore and as anxious as she was, she needed his hands on her body, she needed to feel him. Himiko rubbed her thighs together trying to release some tension in between her legs and asked for him. At first shy, then more desperate.

He smirked, this time really pleased, watching the little doe whimper and fuss trying to find release and maybe trying to find him. At one point she screamed his name, looking almost painfully scared that she was left alone, tied up to her bed and with no control over her body.

Such a pretty image. He sat on the bed again and took one of the pillows next to her and she stopped, listening to him move. He opened it up and waited another few seconds for her to get worried.

Himiko started to feel scarred again, trying to loose ore break her ties. The asshole left her there, powerless. Then she felt a soft small touch on her thighs, so light she could have missed it, but she didn’t stop.

At the second one, she shivered, scarred of what that could possible be. It wasn’t his mouth, nor his fingers. The third one wasn’t as quick, it lingered right on her clit, making subtle painful motions that brought her closer but still far from the orgasm she desperately wanted. The object moved in circles between her folds and she moaned deeply as she wanted more. Whatever he was doing, she wanted so much more. She felt his lips tracing kisses on her thigh while still moving that thing back and fort from her clit to her opening.

Chishiya moved the feather to her entrance until it was too wet to feel soft anymore. He chuckled darkly and she shivered again. He then came closer to her sensitive bud, breathing with a short blow, he teased every inch of her. She moaned his name, needing him inside her. But he wouldn’t let that happen. She felt his tongue caressing her clit and then playing meticulously through her folds. Himiko was there, she needed just one more second to finally release the knot forming inside her but he stopped.

- At your age, you’d think you should know what happens when you’re naughty. he stated while his breath caressed her sensitive spot.

- Please, please just let me…

- Oh, I can’t. I could leave you here. Alone, tied up, scared, waiting for it. I bet Niragi’s gonna knock on your door sooner or later and imagine what he would find. I could tell him myself to check on you, do you think he’d listen?

He watched her thoughtfully, as she whimpered and rubbed against the sheets.

- Or I could ask Kuina, he’ll listen to her more. And he’d give you what you want, right?

- No… please Chishiya. Stop being a dick, just…

- Just give you that said dick? I don’t think you earned it.

His fingers found her entrance and he moved slowly inside her, not quite hitting the right spots intentionally. She moved her hips, tried to force him into giving her the orgasm she needed but every time she did it, he froze. And the lack of movement was worse than the intentional teasing. He would start again, letting her feel like she was almost there, only to freeze again. He edged her for what felt like hours, enjoying the squirming, the begging and the cries. When he looked at the clock on her side table he saw it was almost morning, the sun rise at any moment. He sighed and got off the bed and she was too tired and exhausted to say anything as she felt his movements, but she was still trying to find herself some kind of release, whimpering and rubbing her thighs together. He watched amused as he unlocked his belt, it’s been hours and as much as he enjoyed it, he was tired and desiring too.

He caught her legs and opened them to position himself at her opening and he entered her with no warning. He knew he won’t last much with this long foreplay, but he bit her neck harshly and he buried himself in her as deep as possible, knowing he hits that lucky spot inside her.

- Come.

She didn’t need anything else, no friction, no movement, she screamed his name through her climax and felt the waves of pleasure move through her body, as he moved more to help her ride the long-waited orgasm. She felt him fill her up and their juices mixing together as he climaxed with a low moan of her name. He remained there, unmoving for a while.

Then she felt his hands untie her eye cover and before she could see anything else he kissed her slowly, still buried inside her.

- I would have left you here. But you are tired and you have a game today.

She didn’t have the energy to answer, she almost fell asleep there, with her hands above her head, still tied up to the pole. Chisiya sighed and untied her panties from her bed and her hands, letting them fall next to her bed. He pulled his still wet shorts up and covered her with the blanket. These were the perfect moments for him. Her hair spread over the pillow, flushed, well fucked and quietly sleeping. Although the quiet part might have been his favorite, it happened so rarely.

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Soo, someone asked about this which made me really happy and apparently really smutty - here it goes, the 2nd part.

I plan on making this a longer fanfiction - which can be read in any order you wish. It will follow some events of the Netflix episodes, but it will be mostly *before* those.

Let me know if you’re interested and here’s my wattpad account where it’ll be posted once it’s ready. Meanwhile, stick around for one shots, you never know what chapter of the fic you’ll get, I thought this one my be the 10th.

https://www.wattpad.com/1309219164-wet-motion-alice-in-borderland-chishiya-shuntaro-x

#chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #chishiya icons #chishiya imagine #chishiya #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya x oc #chishiya x you #arisu ryohei #alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #aib #aib x you #aib s2 #aib kuina #aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya headcanons

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All The BL I Have Read

If you're not interested in BL, scroll away. If you are... well...

Welcome. Hello. My name is Mae. I read a lot of BL in my free time because it's incredibly entertaining and I have a lot of fun. None of my friends read BL and the only one I share this information with is my best friend. Because I have a touch of the 'tism, I have compiled a list of every single BL I have ever read and I would like to share it with you.

ETA: This posted very oddly, and I've tried to fix it several times to no avail. I'm sorry.

Please keep in mind that these are in no particular order.

Let's start with the finished works:

Insecret: 102 Chapters

Again: 60 Chapters

Aporia: 108 Chapters

Dear Door: 163 Chapters

BJ Alex: 96 Chapters

Mad Dog: 51 Chapters

No Love Zone: 70 Chapters

Checkmate: 103 Chapters

Love or Hate: 106 Chapters

The New Recruit: 45 Chapters

Hold Me Safe: 49 Chapters

Love So Pure: 113 Chapters

Fake Romance: 37 Chapters

The Unquenchable Mr. Kim: 65 Chapters

Vanilla Soda Sky: 49 Chapters

The Big Apple: 65 Chapters

Darling For Dessert: 72 Chapters

In My Closet: 116 Chapters

A Life Without You: 65 Chapters

The Words In Your Snare: 82 Chapters

Snake Bite: 30 Chapters

Fuck this story.

A Man of Virtue: 131 Chapters

How To Snag An Alpha (Omegaverse): 106 Chapters

My Way With You: 4 very long chapters

Do you like pain? Same. I sobbed while reading this.

Tell Me You Love Me: 15 Chapters

Don't Build My Hopes Up: 50 Chapters

Love Shuttle (Omegaverse): 98 Chapters

Cherry Blossoms After Winter: 151 Chapters

Easy To Read: 50 Chapters

Solar Eclipse: 86 Chapters

Love In Kitsch: 52 Chapters

Broken Boy: 75 Chapters

Seriously… do you like pain? Because same.

On or Off: 91 Chapters

Assorted Wildness: 65 Chapters

The Sweetest Man: 115 Chapters

Surge Towards You (Omegaverse): 61 Chapters

Sign: 115 Chapters

Do you like angst? Same.

Mayday Mayday Mayday!: 50 Chapters

Do you like red flags? Same.

Anti P.T.: 63 Chapters

Top to Bottom: 56 Chapters

Lucky Paradise: 90 Chapters

DO YOU REALLY LIKE BEING IN PAIN? DO YOU ENJOY SUFFERING? FUCKING SUFFER. THE ENTIRE TIME YOU READ THIS. SUFFER.

Secret Therapy: 39 Chapters

Blind Play: 80 Chapters

My Bias Is Showing?!: 48 Chapters

Lying In A Dream: 66 Chapters

Love Me, Doctor!: 55 Chapters

BL Motel: 155 Chapters

Turn Off The Camera: 99 Chapters

Viewfinder: 89 Chapters

Undercover Partners: 174 Chapters

Siren's Song: 72 Chapters

Lover Boy: 81 Chapters

I know you love pain by now…

Unromantic Romance (Omegaverse): 64 Chapters

The Ordinary Lifestyle of a Universal Guide: 63 Chapters

Shame Application: 60 Chapters

Red Candy: 92 Chapters

Paid: 55 Chapters

If you read this, be nice to my baby Heejae… He a lil dumb… for a good reason, too.

Love For Sale: 93 Chapters

Kiss Me Liar (Omegaverse): 32 Chapters

Fuck everything about this one.

Heat and Run (Omegaverse): 107 Chapters

Gold Gray (Omegaverse): 126 Chapters

At this point, all you know is pain. This one is fucking SAD.

One Roof, Two Strangers: 56 Chapters

Crash Into Me: 48 Chapters

So you really love pain…

This handles some very difficult topics, please tread carefully.

Love Percentage (Omegaverse): 69 Chapters

Melting Into You (Omegaverse): 60 Chapters

My Master, My Jooin (Omegaverse): 64 Chapters

Blood Link (Omega...verse...ish...?): 135 Chapters

Uhmmmmm….???????????? Top is a vampire??? Bottom is a female lycan???? Uhm? He bites the bottom???? And like??? What???

Okay... Now onto stuff that I am currently reading and is still releasing. There will be an asterisk (*) next to works that are currently on hiatus:

Painter of the Night

Low Tide in Twilight (Omegaverse)

Limited Run*

Speak of the Devil

The Pawn's Revenge*

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace

Legs That Won't Walk*

I don’t know what’s happening.

Idk why I’m here anymore.

Jinx

Pearl Boy

TREAD. CAREFULLY. I cannot stress this enough.

Opposites Attract

Anemone Theater

The Ghost's Nocturne*

Tread carefully with this one too. The top is a literal demon from the underworld.

Vanilla Taste

Stranger Than Friends

Odd Love (Side stories ongoing)

The Dangerous Convenience Store (Side stories ongoing)

Semantic Error

Liveta*

Steel Under Silk

Love Jinx

Payback

Under The Green Light*

Stay With Me

Honey Trouble (Omegaverse)

Hold Me Tight (Side stories ongoing)

The Hunting Game

Yakuza In Love

I kinda dropped this one, but also kinda didn’t. I need to pick it back up.

It's Just A Dream... Right?!

Trapped In The Dark* (Considering dropping)

Miscreants and Mayhem

Punch Drunk Love

Missing Love: A Married Man

Prepare… to fucking cry your eyes out…This one is so fucking sad. I’ve never cried so much in my life. You can’t even enjoy the smut. Tread so carefully with this. It is not for the weak-hearted.

You Get Me Going

Kill The Lights (Side stories ongoing)

December (Omegaverse)

Love Is An Illusion (Omegaverse) (Side stories ongoing)

Bongchon Bride

XXX Buddy/Perfect Buddy

Hard-Boiled Love

Hard-core BDSM. Tread carefully.

Origin of the Species* (Omegaverse)

Heal, Heal, Heal!

My Suha (Side stories ongoing)

Work Love Balance (On or Off Sequel)

Shutline

Double Trap

Cold Blooded Beast

DROPPED:

No Reason

Even If You Don't Love Me/Love Me Not

And now for my list of must reads (my faves) in no particular order:

Love For Sale

Man of Virtue

Hold Me Tight

Love Or Hate

Missing Love (this one is incredibly hard to read, but so good)

On or Off

The Dangerous Convenience Store

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace

The Pawn's Revenge

Sign

In My Closet

Aporia

I want to put Blind Play on that list so bad, but it's so fucked up it's not even funny. I loved it, but the top is a literal murderer. So please keep that in mind before reading.

And so there it is. A list of everything I have read so far. If you ever want to message me and talk about BL, I'm down. If you want the link to any of these, message me and I will send it.

#bl manhwa #yaoi manhwa #all the bl i've read so far.#goodness gracious #this is a fucking lot

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