#AAAH YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET

[emerald-ranch]

Hi kennnnyyyyy how are you today my queen 👀👀 just calling to say that I love you and hope you’re doing well 🥹🫶💕💕🥰🥰🥰😳😳😳🥹🥹

@red-doll-face ☺️💓

Omg I didn’t see this!!! Hi doll! I’m doing really well, love you too 💕💕💕💕How are you going too? I would love to hear!!

[marclef]

oh my gosh what a little cutie!!!! with those eyes she looks like a critter outta don't starve or something!! but aaaaahhhhh thank you!!!

A gift for @marclef

I wanted to do something with my posca pens and I think it came out great

Plus I think eyhm is adorable little cat with an odd name

[chrissdollie]

thinking about bsf!chris who HATES your bf. and he’s so toxic towards him too LOLLL.

“you guys have been together for like what- a year? and you don’t know the temperature she prefers when she’s sleeping? it’s like you don’t even talk to her.” “that’s a joke. she likes silver more than gold.” “yeah, we’re basically the same person.” “hey n/n, do you remember when you slept over at my house one time and you-“ and the bf just side eyes him. ”um no, she doesn’t get acrylics, she buys press ons, get it right.” ”a date?? oh sweet, are you guys finally going somewhere besides Denny’s?” ”damn, she hasn’t met your mom yet? she’s known both of my parents, my brothers, AND my dog since we became friends.” ”you talk too much, let her speak.” (even though you’ve been yapping for the past 10 mins)

him playing with your hair RIGHT in front of ur bf too AAAH

tags: @leah-loves-lilies @latinasforchrizz @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07

[jyoongim]

HIHIHIH OMG ILYSMMM UR WOEK IS AMAZING!!!

SOOOOOO i have a few req idwas!!

idea 1: reader is lucifers s/o and finds out luci is cheating on them so for payback they hook up w alastor luci may or may not find out up to you!

idea 2: reader is alastors s/o and they are at readers parents house (theyre also in hell) and reader goes to ask their dad sum like "hey daddy..." and her dad and alastor both respond....

JUST A FEW IDEAS I HAD FOR AWHILE BTW IDK IF I DID THIS RIGHT THIS WAS MY FIRST REQ..

You did a wonderful job! Thank you for the request! i did the 2nd idea! I thought it was funny hehehe

Your parents had invited you and Alastor to Sunday dinner. Funny thing that the most church-loving couple ended up in Hell. They never broke tradition even down here.

“Ooh honey we are so happy you two could join us” Your mother chirped, beaming as you hand her the bouquet of flowers you had picked up and pulled you into a hug. 

“Its always a pleasure to get a chance to eat your fine cookin maam” Alastor smiled as his mother in law gave him a squeeze, letting y’all inside and heading towards the dining room.

Your mother talked about the latest gossip she had heard, hissing murderously at the mention of Susan joining her book club.

”Oh can you believe that hag? Just can’t let me have nothin”

“I told ya momma if she hate the woman so much why not just smoke ‘er, but nope she too sweet.” Your father’s deep brawl met your ears as you entered the living room.

He smiled at you, pulling you into a bear hug as he kissed your forehead “Ooh there’s my princess” he said affectionately making you giggle. He straightened up, turning to Alastor, he gave a smile

”Aaah how are you doing my boy? heard you were managing a fancy hotel! Me and the Mrs should come check y’all out sometimes.” 

They shook hands and you slipped away to help your mother get dinner.

And what a dinner indeed.

Dinner was filled with chatter as the two parties caught up with each other. 

Everything was wonderful.

“Daddy can you pass me the pitcher of lemonade please?” you asked as you realized you had a empty glass.

“Why of course”

”Sure thing”

two voices said, making you tense and look up with wide eyes.

Your father and Alastor were now looking at each other as both had reached out to grab the pitcher.

Alastor ears were perked as he gave your father a sharp smile, slowly retracting his hand as he chuckled.

Your father however had a frown on his face and his lips pulled into a snarl, eyes narrowing.

You wanted to be swallowed up by the floor.

Your father’s eyes cut to you, making your cheeks burn as you looked away, embarrassed.

“You wanna tell me why he responded to that? You know what i already have an inkling. Alastor meet me out back” your father growled standing up, making a move to grab his shotgun.

”There’s no need for that!” You whined, standing up to block your father from Alastor.

”Sir i assure you that isn’t half of what she calls me” the red demon chuckled darkly, making the older demon rush at him. 

Alastor disappeared in a shrew of shadows, taking you with him.

”Dinner was lovely as always Madam” he kissed your mother’s cheek, disappearing as the sound of a shot rang out.

”Well dinner was rather eventual” he smirked, you facepalmed

”i am never going home again. How will i face them again after that?” You whine. Alastor kissed your cheek

”Dear you’ve called me worst, I’m sure hell forget about it”

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“Um guys why is there a demon with a shotgun shouting outside the hotel?” Charlie asked.

You groaned, glaring at Alastor

[kandlewick]

Fake dating to get Magicam's most prized dessert is nothing to someone like Cater Diamond! And who else could he ask but his favorite little freshman? gn! reader x cater diamond

"Pleeaaase? Please, please, please~ Just for a a day, one simple visit!! All I need is you, a picture, and some cute and fancy desserts! Just until this fad dies down—"

"No, Cater! I already told you I don't have the funds to pay for expensive snacks this month!" You stopped and turned, nearly causing your upperclassmen to collide with you as you huffed up at him, arms crossed, "Crowley has been extra stingy with what little he gives me and I have to be able to afford Grim's fancy tuna. It's the only way I can manage to keep him from skipping study sessions with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum."

Cater stifled a laugh at your nickname for his fellow Heartslabyul students but was quick to hide it behind a well manicured hand, his shoulders shaking with amusement. If you weren't so miffed at his constant badgering, you would've almost had found it cute.

"You haven't even told me what I'm agreeing to, Cater." You quickly avoided his eyes, mentally slapping yourself for the momentary weakness as your words made Cater freeze and advert his eyes as well. He hid his mouth behind his phone but you could tell his lips were set in a nervous smile as he at least attempted to look shy. You raised your eyebrow at him "What? Is it like, super embarrassing?"

Cater hummed, twirling a loose strand of hair between his forefinger, "I mean, I guess, yeah? It's nothing like, totes awful or anything but you're literally the only one I could ask to do this. Asking anyone else is a total no go and Cay-Cay needs the engagement. My numbers have been so awful lately and It's driving me absolutely cray-cray."

Cater looked almost cherubic with how he kept batting his eyelashes at you. It was extremely annoying how cute he looked when he was like this, like he knew he could get away with anything as long as he knew how to press the right buttons. With a heavy sigh, you slumped your shoulders and gestured for him to continue. He let out an excited whoop as he smiled, the diamond on his cheek crinkling with delight.

"Aaah~ My favorite freshie to the rescue! I owe you one~!!" Cater grinned, taking your willingness to hear him out as a sign of acceptance. He pulled you close by the shoulder and swiped at his phone with practiced precision, pulling up Magicam within seconds. You glanced up at him as his eyes seemed to gleam in excitement, his eagerness almost infectious, "So there's this fad going viral right now with this local cafe nearby that has a couples special! It's this super cute dessert that's all the rage on Magicam and I neeeed it!"

"Why can't you just get it yourself?" You ask, watching his phone screen as he continued to scroll down his feed. You noticed as well that nearly every other post was about that supposedly super cute couples only dessert and couples sharing it between quick kisses. It was almost voyeuristic with how many couples openly shared their PDA with strangers on the internet. Cater was quick to roll his eyes and tap the screen again with his finger, his nail audibly clicking against the glass.

"I told you, it's couples only! You have to prove you're a couple and act all lovey-dovey for them to even consider handing it over!" He pouted, "Look, you know that I can't stand sweet stuff so when we're there, I'll buy you however much you want in exchange. You can even eat the special dessert! All I want is one little photo~"

You slid a hand down your face and sighed, eyebrows knitted in frustration. Why did you even have a crush on this guy? Normally you'd think anyone would jump for joy at the chance of a fake date with someone as cute as Cater Diamond but the way he words things can be so... flippant. It almost hurt! You glared up at him from between your fingers as he has since returned to his phone screen, entirely unaware of the feelings you kept close to your chest. Letting out a loud breath, you spoke up.

"Ok. I'll do it."

Cater immediately dropped whatever he was doing on his phone and quickly scooped you up in a tight hug, nearly lifting you off your feet with a twirl, "Yesss~ Thank you, Prefect! You're the best!!"

"Yeah, yeah," You mumbled, voice muffled from your spot pressed against his chest. The smell of his cologne tickled your nose. If you had any sense of shame, you'd resist taking a sniff but... You nearly melted in his arms. You mentally screamed at yourself, tearing out your hair. How dare he smell so good and play with your emotions like that even if he did it entirely unawares!!! It was unfair!!!

It was now the weekend. Free from any lessons and duties Crowley could throw at you, you were almost about to tuck yourself back into bed and drift off for a few more hours of sleep but you were quickly interrupted by the dorm's foyer door being thrown open and the cheery voice of your upperclassmen ringing in your ear.

"I'm heerree! And I brought MAKEUP."

You outwardly cringed and slammed your head back into the pillow, willing for it to swallow you whole and suffocate you in its feathery embrace but alas, it was not meant to be as Cater had quickly made his way up the stairs and down the hall, loudly greeting the ghosts. Grim, who slept beside you (he would never admit its because he liked the spot at your hip, he claimed it was simply because it was too dang cold in the dorm at night and shared body heat was great, in his words.) was quick to raise his hackles and growl in annoyance, blearily opening his eyes to glare at Cater as he opened the door and waved.

"Oi, you're interrupting my precious sleep time!" He whined, a puff of fire slipping out from between sharp feline teeth, "Go be loud somewhere else, pretty boy."

"Awhhh, does little Grimmy think I'm pretty? I'm totes flattered~" Cater ignored the obvious jab and instead chose to shake your blanket, lifting the corners up to grin at you, "Wakey wakey, Prefect. We got lots of preparing to do before our big date!"

A loud shuffling came from the couch besides the bed and a foggy eyed Ace erupted out of the covers, his bright orange hair sticking up in all angles while he let out a fierce yawn. He glared over at his upperclassmen in annoyance as a second figure emerged from besides the bed, the tell tale sound of a sleeping bag giving way to the sight of a barely awake Deuce. He had yet to notice Cater in the room and slowly crawled out of his spot.

"We... gotta get ready for class," He yawned again, tears dotting his eyes, "We're gonna be late..."

"We don't have classes today, stupid," Ace kicked at Deuce and sent him rolling back on to his sleeping bag, ignoring his choked whines of surprise, "It's the weekend and we're supposed to be sleeping in!" He glared up at Cater, "It's why we slept at Ramshackle instead of our own dorm!"

Cater giggled and attempted to look apologetic but it only made Ace more visibly annoyed as he huffed, throwing the covers back over himself and stubbornly tried to go back to bed.

"I'll get up, I'll get up," You whined as you slowly pulled yourself out of bed, pushing back your hair from your face. Ramshackle was bitterly cold in the morning and you mentally jotted down that you'd need to ask Sam if he carried any house slippers the next time you were over there. After ensuring you were awake and there was no threat of you passing back out in your bed, Cater made quick work of cleaning up your bathroom and making himself at home, finding spots for all his skin care and makeup. You shuffled in besides him and closed the door. Maybe the thin barrier between you and the others would keep them from getting too mad at whatever noise the two of you would be making.

Settling yourself down on the counter, you kicked your feet as Cater inspected your meager collection of cosmetics. Everything you had was stuff Vil had left you after the competition and while you didn't keep up with it as much as he'd like, you still tried to use some of it occasionally. You felt bad just leaving such an expensive gift unused.

"Do you want me to do your makeup or do you got it taken care of? Oooh, maybe I'll even let you do mine!" He grinned, "And then I can do yours?"

You were taken aback for a moment as you stared up at Cater, his smile never leaving his face as he returned your gaze. Did he really trust you that much that he'd let you do his makeup? You could feel your ears burn as you nodded eagerly, pulling him down by his sleeve so he was level to your face. He followed easily enough and made himself comfortable against your knees. He closed his eyes in anticipation.

"I cant believe you're trusting me with something like this," you breathed out, watching as his eyelids twitched, "What if you don't like it?"

"If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be asking you for your help with the magicam date~" He giggled, moving his cheek to press against you hand, the soft skin nearly making you drop the brush in your hand. You audibly gulped at the intimate gesture but were quick to hide it behind a scoff.

"Don't blame me then if you end up having to wash it all off and start over then." You warned before reaching over, dabbing the soft bristles into the pallet and, with much trepidation, began working.

It was nerve wracking working on someone else's makeup... especially on the guy you had a crush on. His long lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he patiently waited for each stroke of the brush on his near perfect skin. You were glad for it. You wouldn't have to explain the near atomic levels of red dusting your face from just being so close to him.

"Aaaand there. Done." You finalized that with the click of the eye shadow pallet being closed. Your companion 's eyes flickered open before he abruptly threw himself in front of the mirror. He looked himself up and down, left and right and even reached and dug into his bag to pull our his phone. You nervously shuffled your feet as Cater remained quiet, inspecting himself in front of his frontward camera.

"You hate it." You whined, pretending your sniffling were only just for show.

"No! No - It's..." He was quick to silence your worries but his quiet inspection wasn't doing anything for your nerves, "It's different."

"A good different or a bad different?"

Cater hummed for a moment, "Just different. I look... cool?"

The stark difference to his usual makeup routine was much more anxiety inducing then he initially thought it was going to be and he inwardly cringed at how he must have worried you with something as trivial as his makeup. It took everything in him not to reach forward and douse himself in makeup remover and scrub till his face was pink but he knew that he couldn't. Your skills weren't even bad and he could tell your VDC lessons had bettered your skills but... he didn't know if he could pull this off... this.... cool him.

You reached forward and grasped his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts with a soft look.

"It's ok if you don't like it, Cater. I won't be mad. Here, we can wash it off and you can start over fresh."

He bit his lip, his eyes darting over to the cleaners tucked safely in the corner of the bathroom counter, but his will eventually won out. He shook his head and offered you a shaky but genuine smile, "No, really, it's alright. This just means I'll have to work super hard to act cool when we're out!"

You inwardly deflated, sighing in relief. An honest Cater was not an easy thing to get,

"Now, enough about me!" Cater broke the stillness of the room with his usual cheery voice, eager to break whatever had just settled between the two of you, "I want to do your makeup!"

"Wow, Cater." You whistled, "You weren't kidding when you said this was all the rage on Magicam." Couples were lined up nearly front to back around the cafe and the start of the line was nearly impossible to see from your spot near the front. Cater was quiet from his spot next to you, obviously eyeing the line with a sense of a challenge.

"Mmm..." He hummed, "Hopefully the cafe will still have the dessert available by the time we reach the front."

As he looked down at his phone and nervously began swiping, you chose to instead be a little daring. You were supposed to pretend to be a couple, right? You nervously looked over at Cater, quietly admiring his profile, before taking a deep breath. With every ounce of your pride, you reached out and slowly wrapped your pinkie around his own. This startled him awake. He blinked, his eyes fluttering, before turning to stare at you with a small smile.

"Ah, right! The couple thing. Here," With the ease only Cater Diamond could pull off, he released your finger and instead intertwined your hand with his. His fingers squeezed your own. You returned his smile with a shaky one of your own but the slight dusting of a blush around his ears was enough to calm your racing heart. At least he was a little embarrassed about this experience too.

It didn't take much longer for the two of you to finally reach the front of the line, a frazzled but cheery employee greeting the two of you with a practiced smile. "Are you both here for the couple special?"

You both nodded, Cater more vigorously then yourself, "You bet!"

The employee raised her phone, "Then I assume you wouldn't mind taking a quick snap for our wall?"

"Of course not," You put on your best lovey-dovey act and leaned your head against Cater's shoulder, batting your eyelashes towards the employee.

"Okay then!" She gestured for you both, "Let's get a little smooch for the camera!"

You and Cater both blinked over at her in barely concealed shock. A kiss? You were supposed to kiss? Cater's eyes darted over at you, a nervous look plastered all over his face. He quickly tried to save the situation while looping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, a tense smile quickly forming on his lips.

"Ah - you see, they're really shy about PDA, you know? I don't think -"

The employee frowned and lowered her phone, giving you both an unconvinced look, "It said on the pamphlet that you needed to show affection to..."

"No, no! It's ok!" You were quick to butt in, nervously trying your best to act past your frayed nerves. You peeked over at Cater from under your lashes, "If it's what we need to do to get the treat..."

"Are you positive?" Cater blinked at you, taken back, before learning closer to you, lowering his voice so only you could hear, "I know I asked you to act like a couple with me but this wasn't in the deal."

You appreciated it, but you couldn't let this ''date'' go to waste. You shook your head, reciprocating his touch.

"Are you both ready then?" The employee asked, visibly tired.

"Yeah," Cater offered her a small smile, turning away from you, "Just..."

He was quickly interrupted by your lips swiftly meeting his own. Cater let out a small noise in surprise as you grabbed him by his jacket lapels, tugging him closer to you to better ease in to his lips. This was insane, you thought, but you weren't going to lose this chance.

He was slow to respond but after a few tense moments, his shaking hands slowly pressed against your waist, following your lead. You could feel a slow smile form on his lips as you pulled away. Rolling back on to the balls of your feet, you gave the shocked employee an expecting smile, "Did you get the shot?" If you had paid attention, you would've noticed the creeping grin on Cater's face as he quickly hid it behind his hand. His ears were burning while he watched you. You were so cute!

"Yeah... the dessert is inside to your left, it's free for the day. Please only take one."

"Thank you!" With a parting wave, you quickly shuffled ahead. You had to leave the two of them as quick as you could or they'd see the glowing flush all over your face. You bit your cheek and rubbed at your goofy smile.

The employee and Cater watched you go. She turned to Cater and blinked up at him, "You seem awfully shocked."

"Uh, mhm..." Cater twirled a strand of hair between his forefinger, "Yeah. I guess they really wanted that dessert... uh... but hey, can you send me that picture you took?"

[rel124c41]

I know he’s only going to be a temporary character, much like Rollo, but in my heart, he’s a transfer student who is assigned to Ramshackle so we can dance among the graves there and I can giggle and kiss him all I want.

Also if I was in TWST and was walking around and saw him, I’d be so smitten IMMEDIATELY!!!!! Like Vil would immediately hate this guy just because of how fast I’d fall for him and how gorgeous he is and I’d start campaigns on how stunning and sweet he is.

cementary dates!!!!! cementary dates!!!! ( ★^O^★ )

bringing him to dine by the two graves in front of ramshackle, watching grim and zero play with one another. the night ambience of a full moon and ebony darkness,,, him lying his head in your lap as you read edgar allen poe,,, threading fingers through his hair but watching out for the crown piece which is sharp like barb wire,,

perhaps him taking the book from you and reading it himself, all while standing on the crescent stone wall, very melodramatic and rich as he reads ‘the conqueror worm’ aloud,,, aaah i need to know who will voice him (ﾉ∀`♥) i hope the VA has a lovely singing voice it’s only natural

even if he’s not a transfer student …. indulge in this little fantasy,, so u know how jack skellington can take off his head in the film, imagine that with this TWST character. a whole lollipop chainsaw dynamic!!! he’s just so anxious and intrigued to see what this new world has to offer him!!! he’s never been outside of halloween town and this all so very exciting!! won’t you let him just attend a few classes with you!! pls,,, i’m imagining keeping his head in a school bag as his headless body wanders around ramshackle,,

he also has great yandere potential outside of silly fluff scenarios too!! jack skellington is very much gung ho when he gets an idea,, not listening to sally,, dragging the whole town into his scheme through charm and whismy,, his star-eyed gojo ass clone suddenly seeing you in TWST and becoming obsessed with you!!! it’s only natural that halloween town has a queen right next to their pumpkin king, soon you’ll have the whole town just begging you to stay with them!!

AAAAA Vil would be so annoyed with me!! i would be as bad as Rook, waxing poetry nonstop about this nameless pumpkin king!!! he seems like the sweetest and silliest guy!! 🖤🖤

i literally have so many thoughts about him and WE DONT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!!! 💀

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0

(DAY 5)

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - The Perks Part 2/2

Part 1

Enjoy!

You had never known Kenan to be the jealous type, but apparently he was. After your little row at his house a few days ago he went radio silent on you, ignoring all of your calls and messages. And as Saturday came around you didn't even feel like attending you senior prom anymore. You were left sitting in your room, staring blankly at the prom dress that hung in your closet.

"Y/N!" Your mother called from downstairs. "Someone's at the door for you!"

"Fuck!"

If it wasn't for Marco Lazzarini your prom dress would've been a waste of money. Although he was the cause of your troubles he was also your friend. And unlike Kenan you didn't have the heart to stand him up.

"Wow, Y/N, you look good."

"Thanks Marco." You stepped out of the house and the two of you made your way towards his car.

"If it wasn't for the fact that you had a boyfriend, I'd think you're trying to win me back or something."

"Please," You sighed. "I'm not in the mood. Can you just drive us to prom?"

"Alright. Senior prom here we come!"

It was a night to forget.

Whilst your friends were having the time of their life, you were pinned to the wall, wishing that the night would end.

"Come on Y/N, dance with me." Marco did everything to get you to join him on the dance floor, eventually persuading you to join him for a slow dance.

"You know Y/N, I really meant what I said. You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you Marco, that's very sweet of you to say." You had your arms wrapped around his neck, swaying to the rhythm of Rihanna's Love On The Brain.

"Although I appreciate you being here with me I know that you rather share this dance with someone else."

You shook your head. "Not anyone I can think of, no."

"No?"

"No."

"Are you sure about that?"

There was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around and behind you stood Kenan, dressed in a suit and crooked tie, looking to have ran straight from the football pitch.

"Kenan?"

"Hey, I'm here," he said, his voice shaking. "I know that I wasn't invited, but I couldn't stop thinking about our fight. I'm sorry Y/N. Will you forgive?"

Your heart swelled with love and gratitude. But the sympathetic sighs that came from the surrounding crowd brought you back to reality.

"You accused me of calling you a burden." You said, folding your arms.

Kenan sighed. "I know and I'm sorry. I guess I was just jealous that you were going to prom with some other guy without even asking me first. I would have loved to be your date."

"You would?"

Oohh's and Aaah's spread amongst the students. No one was dancing anymore,  they were all gathered around Kenan, pointing their cameras phones in his face.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you to go with me." You said. "I just assumed that you wouldn't want to come beacause of what happened last time."

Kenan turned his bhead and chuckled at the crowd of high school girls and boys, practically drooling over him. "I think I can't handle one night." He smiled, offering you his hand.

You followed him onto the dance floor,  avoiding the prying eyes of your senior classmates. As Love On The Brain continued to play, you wrapped your arms around Kenan's neck as he rested his hand on your hips. You danced and laughed the night away, forgetting the fact that you weren't the only two people in the world. But as the night came to a close, Kenan leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I'm so glad I came. You're worth every risk."

You smiled, knowing that the perks of dating him didn't matter unless you wanted them to.

Part 1

[oldwritingm]

hi i’m very sorry if this is out of pocket but i haven’t seen something like this — so i saw you’re willing to do hc’s for ninjago, so can you do like the ninja in pixel empire reacting to male/gn reader’s ingame outfit ??? for zane (+ pix if u want) it could be like a playon detective thing since they don’t go in the game

thanksies if you do do this (and if u can’t do all the ninja dw! just do the onesnu can / want!!)

Not out of pocket at all, my friend!! Still sorta testing the waters for writing Ninjago characters, so this was good practice! Also, I didn't include any physical descriptions bc I wanted y'all to be able to imagine you're wearing something you like :]

(for Zane and Pixal, we are just pretending they could go in the game shhhh)

Ninjago - Elemental Ninjas (+ Pixal) Reacting to Your Outfit in Prime Empire

Jay

With the help of one of the many "Jays," you eventually ended up in Jay's club

When he appeared on stage, he immediately noticed you

"Y/N!!!"

He leapt off the stage and ran over to you, stopping a few feet away so that he could look you over

"AAAH you look so cool!!!! And I thought my outfit was nice! Gah, I wish I had thought of something like that!"

You laughed, assuring him that his outfit was also very stylish

He ignored you, walking around you in a circle and fangirling over every little detail

You literally had to tell him to stop, he would not be quiet about how good your outfit was

Cole

You were looking yourself over, pretty satisfied with your choices of clothing

You noticed that you weren't the only one staring at your outfit

Cole was standing a little ways away

He was watching you intently, almost gaping at you

You felt your face heat up a little

Your satisfaction with your choices was suddenly waning

Feeling a little insecure, you asked:

"What?"

Cole just smiled, meeting your eyes with his own, filled with admiration

"Nothing. Just thinking of how lucky I am. And how good-lookin' you are."

You snorted, smiling back at him with your confidence restored

Kai

The first thing you heard when you stepped out into the open with your new outfit was a whistle

Worried for a second that it was some stranger being a creep, you whirled around ready to slap someone

But it was just Kai, watching you with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall

"Nice threads."

You breathed a sigh of relief, making your way over to him to give him a light punch on the arm

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders

"No, seriously. You look super cool."

"Not so bad yourself."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek

Zane

Zane isn't really one for appearances; he doesn't really care what people look like

But he can still recognize when someone looks nice

Like you, when you emerged in your in-game outfit

You approached him with a proud grin on your face

You looked great, and it made him happy that you were confident

He gave a smile in return

It was one of his sweet, genuine smiles that you adored so much

He took both your hands in his as he said:

"I like your outfit. It suits you."

Lloyd

Lloyd was looking around, surveying the unfamiliar landscape

He was caught off guard when he noticed you walking towards him, wearing a rather flattering outfit

He felt his cheeks heat up instantly

He floundered when you stopped in front of him; his mind was totally blank

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as he stared

Realizing he was being rude, he fumbled to say something

"You, uh... You look nice."

He smiled awkwardly, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt

You just chuckled, treasuring his reaction

Nya

Nya perked up as you approached her, already smiling at the mere sight of you

Her eyes widened when she noticed your outfit

She brought a hand to cup her cheek endearingly

She stared for a moment, cheeks turning rosy as she returned her gaze to your face

There was a twinkle in her eye as she said:

"Well, don't you look nice!"

She took your hand in hers as she showed you off to the others

"Guys, look at y/n! Don't they look cool?"

Pixal

Kind of like Zane, she doesn't care for appearances

She's more focused on functionality when it comes to clothing

So when you approach her in your new outfit, the first thing she does is overanalyze it

She walks around you in a circle, pointing and tugging at different parts

She's lowkey critiquing you 💀

"This will be good in allowing you to move freely. This part is too loose; it might get caught on something. You'll have to be careful."

She's doing it because she loves you, I promise

She just wants you to be as efficient and safe as you can be!

Thank you so much for reading, and thank you anon for the request!! I hope this was okay :)

(divider by saradika)

[hamsterclaw]

Foolish

You keep going back to Namjoon, it's what you've always done. Then you meet Hoseok, who draws you away like he's not even trying.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader, Namjoon x F! reader

Word count: 7.7k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Sex, fuckboy Namjoon

Everytime, you tell yourself it’s the last time you’ll come back to Kim Namjoon.

Everytime it’s just one last time.

His hand leaves a print on your hip, his lips leave a trail down your neck, across your breasts. He often comes on your skin, a trail of white. He marks you everywhere he sees fit.

He doesn’t give a shit who sees. 

You let him do what he wants.

Rinse, repeat.

Namjoon nudges you. ‘Hey, I have an early class.’

You don’t bother to respond, just get out of his bed, put your clothes back on.

You check you’ve got your phone, your keys, smooth your hair back down as you wait for the cab.

You let yourself out.

***

Your friend Jimin is funniest when he’s annoyed, like now.

You’re both working a shift at the grocery store.

He’s leaning on the stacked crates, supposed to be refilling the produce shelves but really just taking up room.

‘And so then he clicked his fingers and expected me to walk to him, like a dog.’

You have no idea if this is a sex story or a rude customer story. 

Knowing Jimin, it could be either.

You start arranging the apples onto the display shelves as you listen to Jimin’s hilariously petty reaction.

It was a sex story.

Jimin stacks packs of cherry tomatoes beside you, chattering away.

You mmm and aaah at the right times, but your mind is elsewhere.

You’re thinking back to how the last few times you’ve met up, Namjoon hasn’t bothered to ask you to text him when you got home after being at his.

He used to. 

There’s a thin thread of shame that tugs at you whenever you meet him now, and the pull’s getting stronger.

It wasn’t always like this. 

He’d pursued you, coming into the diner where you worked weekend after weekend for months, flirting with you over pancakes until he’d finally asked you out.

You went on a few dates, and a few more and then somehow you’d slipped into what you have now.

He texts you when he’s horny and you come over.

Sometimes you don’t even talk. 

You don’t know why you keep coming back, apart from that maybe you haven’t quite moved on from seeing him as the guy who was sweet to you over brunch. The one who dimpled and invited you to come hang at his place and took you to the park and got you ice-cream.

You wonder how he sees you now.

You snap back to attention when Jimin clears his throat pointedly.

‘You don’t have to listen to me, it’s fine,’ he says, bordering on dramatic, pout in his voice.

‘Sorry Jiminie,’ you say apologetically. ‘I was thinking about Namjoon.’

Jimin has no idea about how things are between you and Namjoon. There’s no way you’d ever let anyone really know how low your bar is set.

He finishes stacking the cherry tomatoes, moves on to the heads of broccoli. 

You’re still on apples.

You wheel the empty crates back to the stockroom, concentrating so hard on not letting the crates slip that you don’t see the guy by the automatic doors.

‘Whoa!’ he says, stepping out of the way quickly, laughing.

You’re mortified, already apologising as you come to a dead stop. The crates wobble dangerously and you reach out, letting out a little cry as your fingers get clipped in between.

You yank your hand away, and the guy hurries forward. He grabs your hand, a look of concern darkening his face.

‘Are you ok? That must have hurt so much!’

You’re taken aback by how genuinely concerned he seems to be.

‘I’m ok,’ you say, as he rubs your fingers gently.

‘I have some support plasters,’ he offers. 

‘I’m ok!’ you insist, waving him away gently.

He takes the trolley from you and stacks the crates in the corner. 

‘Sorry to startle you,’ he says warmly. ‘My name is Hoseok, I’m new.’

His smile is infectious. You tell him your name, and he exclaims over how pretty he thinks your name is, even though it’s a fairly common one, as far as names go.

You’re amused by his charmingly over the top reactions. 

Hoseok helps you load the greens onto your trolley, insists on pushing it with you to the fresh section of the store. 

‘Don’t you have your own work to do?’ you ask. 

He grins at you like he’s sharing a secret. ‘The broken oven got fixed so it’s taking me less time to bake the bread rolls,’ he confesses. 

He reaches up for the hairnet over his hair, pulls it off and stuffs it into his pocket. ‘Does this make my hair flat?’ 

You look up at his very soft and fluffy looking dark hair. ‘Your hair looks great,’ you tell him, honestly. 

‘Come by later on your break, I’ll save some rolls for you. I made some fillings last night to bring to work.’ 

His offer is so sincerely and sweetly made that you find yourself responding in kind. 

‘Sure, I’d love to,’ you say. 

He parks your trolley by the shelves, and gives Jimin a big smile in greeting. 

You’ve never met anyone who smiles this much. 

Jimin lifts a crate of cabbages and starts arranging. 

‘What’s his deal?’ you ask, after Hoseok waves jauntily at you and walks away. 

Jimin rolls his eyes. ‘He’s just a nice guy. People can be nice.’ 

‘No one’s that nice,’ you say, frowning. 

‘Hoseok is. I’ve known him since way back.’ 

‘He must have a dark side,’ you mutter. 

‘Yeah. He’s apparently an asshole in bed.’ 

You choke on air. 

Jimin laughs at your reaction. ‘I’ve never slept with him but apparently he’s mean in bed.’ 

‘Like mean, how?’ you ask, more interested than you’d like to admit to yourself. 

‘Why are you so interested?’ Jimin asks, slyly. 

‘You brought it up,’ you argue. 

Jimin laughs and refuses to say anything else and you pretend you’re not that interested anyway. 

***

You’re awakened by your phone vibrating under your pillow. 

You fish it out and stare at the number on the screen that’s evaded your caller ID. 

Eventually you swipe to answer. 

‘Hi,’ you say. 

‘Hey,’ says a vaguely familiar voice. ‘It’s Hoseok. Jimin gave me your number.’ 

Your eyes open all the way, and you sit up so quickly you drop your phone into your duvet. 

It takes you a moment to fish it out. 

‘Hey, sorry, I dropped my phone,’ you say, when you’ve got it back. 

‘I’m sorry, I hope I’m not disturbing you,’ he says. 

It’s weird, you barely know him but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

‘It’s fine, I should be up anyway,’ you reply. 

‘Ah, sorry, I didn’t know you’d still be asleep.’ 

You check the time. Eeep. 

‘What’s up, Hoseok?’ you ask. 

‘I was wondering - do you like music? There’s a festival in Olympic Park today and I have a spare ticket and I wondered if you’d like to come with me.’ 

You blink, surprised. 

‘I know it’s short notice,’ he says, when you don’t say anything for a bit. 

‘No, I’d like to go. I’m free and easy.’ 

You slap a hand to your forehead, wondering why you sound like such an idiot. 

‘I mean, I don’t have plans today.’ 

He sounds like he’s smiling again. ‘Ok. Meet you there?’ 

***

You look around for Hoseok when you get to the park, but he doesn’t keep you waiting. 

He approaches you, smiling and bright in a yellow and black parka, sunglasses shading his eyes. 

‘I brought snacks,’ he tells you cheerfully. ‘Thanks for agreeing to come with me.’ 

His manner is so relaxed and easy that you feel any awkwardness slip away. 

The sun’s warm on your bare shoulders, Hoseok’s a nice guy, and he’s got the prettiest smile you’ve seen in a while. 

You smile back at him. ‘I’m glad I came,’ you reply. 

He holds out his arm, and you link yours with his. 

It turns out Hoseok’s just as charming when he’s tipsy. 

You’ve been drinking beer with him in the sunshine all day. 

He blinks at you sleepily in the late evening sun as the last of the bands plays on the main stage. 

He’s stretched out on the grass, face tipped to the sky. His profile is beautiful, all sharp angles accentuated by the height of his cheekbones. 

‘You shouldn’t have let me finish off the beer,’ he tells you. 

‘Oh no, are you too drunk?’ you ask lazily, laying down next to him, watching the clouds swirl in the late summer sky. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he admits finally. ‘I was nervous and I drank too much.’ 

‘Nervous?’ This is news to you. 

‘You’re very pretty,’ he informs you. ‘In case you didn’t know.’ 

‘You’re pretty too,’ you tell him. 

He nods. ‘I know. But you’re prettier.’ 

This is the most ridiculous conversation you’ve had in a while, but somehow you don’t mind it.

You close your eyes briefly, and turn your head to see Hoseok looking at you intently. 

‘Why are you nervous?’ you ask. 

‘I want you to like me,’ he says, with an honesty that steals your breath. 

‘Because?’ 

‘Because I think I could like you a lot.’ 

‘How much?’ 

You’re leaning over him slightly, too close for your intentions to be anything but clear. 

Hoseok’s eyes drop to your lips. 

‘A hell of a lot,’ he says. 

In the end it’s Hoseok who initiates the kiss, one hand coming up to slip around the back of your neck. 

He’s gentle but firm, lips pressing against yours, tilting his head to kiss you deeper. 

You put your hand on his chest, and his own comes up to cover it. 

When you pull away he lets out a soft sound of protest. 

You’re smiling at each other like idiots, his hand still over yours on his chest. 

The sun’s dropped low enough to cast shadows over his face. 

‘I’ll take you home, ok?’ he says. 

He packs up the picnic he made that you’ve been picking at all afternoon, slips his jacket over your shoulders, and walks you out of the park. 

Darkness falls as you walk the few blocks home, adding a layer of distance between you, helping with your self-consciousness as, swaddled in his soft jacket, you realise just how attractive you find Hoseok. 

You stop at the entrance to your building, and Hoseok looks up. 

‘I had a nice time. See you next week?’ 

You’re slipping off his jacket, pressing it into his arms. ‘Thank you for asking me out,’ you tell him. 

There’s a moment because you haven’t fully ended your sentence, and he looks like he’s waiting for the next thing you were about to say. 

‘Do you want to come up?’ you ask. 

Hoseok’s eyes study your face. 

‘Honestly, I’d love to, but I shouldn’t.’ 

Like your goodbye, it seems open ended, like there’s more he would say if you waited long enough. 

Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your dress. 

‘I should go,’ you say. 

Hoseok nods. 

He waits until you’re up the steps, in the door, before he leaves. 

***

Namjoon’s got his mouth open, nibbling at your neck. God, he feels good, teeth grazing your skin, tongue licking. 

His hands are tucked in his pockets still, he hasn’t touched you even though you’re straddling his lap. 

You lean back a little, ask, ‘hey, like my new dress?’ 

You curse yourself for your moment of weakness but the words are already out. 

Namjoon raises a brow. ‘Thought you didn’t care what I thought.’ 

He’s referring to a fight you once had, when you were dating. 

‘Yeah,’ you say, regretting asking. 

You look at each other for a moment. 

‘I should go.’ 

‘You just got here,’ Namjoon says, mildly. He doesn’t make any move to stop you as you climb off his lap, hands tucked in his pockets still. 

‘I don’t think we should do this anymore,’ you say, forcing yourself to look him in the face. 

‘You mean, fuck,’ Namjoon asks. His voice has its usual husky tone, but there’s a coolness to it now. 

‘Yeah, fuck,’ you say. 

Namjoon shrugs. ‘Sure. If that’s really what you want.’ 

He stands, and you’ve spent so much time horizontal with him lately you’d forgotten how tall he is. 

He reaches down to take your hand. 

‘You want me to tell you that you’re pretty?’ he asks. 

‘No,’ you answer, but you don’t pull your hand away. 

‘Look how hard I am,’ he tells you. He presses your hand over his erection. 

‘That’s just biology,’ you say. 

Namjoon scoffs. ‘It’s my biological response to having you grinding in my lap.’ 

He strokes up your arm. ‘Can I convince you to stay?’ 

‘Why would I stay?’ you ask, but you still haven’t moved. 

Namjoon tugs the strap of your bra, leans down to mouth at your collarbones. His big hand curls around your back to steady you as he kisses your neck. 

‘I don’t know, baby, do you want the happy ending or do you just want me to make you happy tonight?’ 

He sucks at your skin, and you get the familiar rush of pleasure pain you get when he marks you. 

‘We’re not going out, are we?’ 

His hand slides down your ass, cupping you, pulling you taut against his groin. 

‘I’m not your boyfriend.’ 

He’s walking you back into his bedroom, onto his bed. He pushes you back against the covers, hand behind your head to cushion you even though it’s soft. 

‘We’re not getting married.’ 

His words are brutal in their honesty, and still you don’t push him away. 

He tugs your panties down impatiently, rumbling his approval when he feels how wet you are. 

‘But I make you like this,’ he says, fingers slipping inside you, thumb circling your clit. 

‘Namjoon,’ you say, a warning. 

He gives you a look so heated you lose your train of thought. 

He hasn’t, though. 

He grabs your thigh, pulls you down to the edge of the bed so he can keep leaning over you. 

‘What, am I wrong?’ he taunts. 

His fingers are stroking, scissoring inside you. He’s still gripping your thigh with his free hand. 

He squeezes your thigh. 

‘Am I wrong? Didn’t I get you wet like this?’ he asks. He scoffs. ‘Of course I did. Just like you got me this hard.’ 

He slides a hand over himself, grinding into his palm. 

‘Just fuck me, Namjoon,’ you say. The pleasure’s building, making you tighten around his fingers. 

‘I’ll fuck you,’ he promises. ‘Just as long as we’re clear that there’s no feelings involved.’ 

He stops touching himself, wraps his hand around your neck, tight. 

You moan, and he laughs. 

‘You’re so easy to please, baby,’ he says, mocking. ‘If I fuck you now you’ll come, won’t you?’ 

‘I hate you,’ you spit out. 

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t even think you’re convincing yourself.’ 

He yanks his jeans down, and he’s in you in one movement. 

He groans as he bottoms out inside you, slams his hand down on the bed beside your head. 

‘So fucking tight,’ he utters. ‘Who got you like this?’ 

He’s not waiting for an answer, rocking into you, balls slapping your ass with every firm thrust. 

It’s just as well, you don’t think you could answer him anyway.

Namjoon fucks you good, it’s what he always does. 

***

You’re cleaning up a spillage in the detergent aisle when Hoseok walks past. 

‘Hey,’ he says, looking pleased to see you. ‘How are you?’ 

‘I’m good,’ you say, returning his smile. 

He’s in a standard issue blue polo shirt emblazoned with the store logo today, unlike the baggy fleeces you’re used to seeing him in. 

You try not to stare at his exposed arms.

‘What are you doing after work today?’ he asks.

He takes the mop from you and wrings it into the bucket, then picks it up. 

‘I’ll take this,’ he says, his tone brooking no argument. ‘It’s heavy.’

‘I don’t have plans,’ you say.

Hoseok beams. ‘I’m going to support my friend at this club night. Want to join me?’

‘What does your friend do?’ you ask, walking with him to the cleaning supplies closet.

‘He raps,’ Hoseok tells you. He grins. ‘I rap sometimes too.’

You see it. He’s got a rasp to his voice sometimes, an easy cadence to his words. 

Somehow the idea of him as a rapper makes sense.

‘So, you want to come with?’ he asks.

‘I’d like to,’ you tell him.

He looks so pleased about it that it makes you feel brighter too.

‘Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8, ok?’

He saunters off with a cheerful wave.

You realise you’re looking forward to it.

***

There’s not a lot of space between you and Hoseok at this tiny club, he’s been leaning over you for most of the night.

Somehow your arm’s found its way around his waist, and you find you like having him this close.

Hoseok’s lips brush your cheek gently, and your heart pounds. This close, his eyelashes are long, his eyes beautiful, the line of his jaw irresistible. He looks so good. 

You turn your head, chase his lips. He gives in with a willingness that makes your confidence soar. Like he’s wanted you this whole night and now he doesn’t want to wait anymore. 

His lips are soft, but the way he kisses you is firm, chest towards yours, hand curled around the top of your hip bone. He kisses you like he knows better than you what you’ll like, and he’s got every intention of following through. 

You haven’t got any interest in the next act, but as soon as you hear the voice, your eyes open. 

Hoseok murmurs a little, pulls you closer into his chest. 

You look up at the stage, and there, so close you can see the tic in his jaw as he takes in you and Hoseok, so intimately intertwined, is Namjoon. 

***

‘This is my friend Namjoon,’ Hoseok says, after the set’s over. 

Namjoon uses the towel around his neck to wipe his face, but he’s still out of breath, slick with sweat. 

He tilts his head at you, dimples like it’s the first time you’ve met. Says nothing. 

‘We’ve met,’ you say. 

You’re a little away from the stage, far enough that you can hear each other over the next act. 

‘Yeah, we’ve met,’ Namjoon confirms. 

Hoseok regards you both with interest. He’s a nice guy, but he’s no fool. 

You say, ‘That was a great set, Namjoon.’

‘Yeah?’ asks Namjoon. He pops the cork on a bottle of Dom, pours it out. Watches as you drink, a smirk on his lips.

You’re watching Hoseok.

‘How do you and Hobi know each other?’ Namjoon asks. He lays back, knees spread, thigh nudging yours. 

‘We work together,’ you reply. You turn to Hoseok, but the smile freezes on your lips when you see his expression, the way he’s looking at Namjoon.

You want to touch him but the tense set of his shoulders gives you pause.

Meanwhile, Namjoon looks more relaxed than ever.

‘Hey, it’s getting late, I should probably get going,’ you say.

Hoseok looks at you for a long moment. ‘Yeah, I’ll take you home.’

The car ride’s the quietest Hoseok’s ever been with you.

By the time he pulls up outside your apartment you’re tight with tension despite the champagne.

‘Thanks Hoseok,’ you say, mustering a smile.

He can barely look at you, and for some reason that makes you feel like crying.

You unbuckle your belt, push the door open. You’re almost all the way up the steps when you hear the car door behind you.

You turn to see Hoseok hurrying up the steps.

He steps a couple feet in front of you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘Shit that was weird, wasn’t it?’

He gives you a half-smile, touches your arm.

‘Yeah,’ you agree. You smile back at him uncertainly.

‘I’ll see you at work Monday?’

This time his smile’s more like the cheerful friendly Hoseok you’ve come to know.

He waves at you as he walks back to his car, waits until you’re inside before he drives away.

***

You’re messing around with Jimin by the fresh flowers, emptying out the buckets, when Hoseok walks by.

‘Hey!’ you say cheerfully, waving a hand.

Hoseok smiles but keeps walking, heading round to the back.

You hurry to catch up. 

‘Hoseok,’ you say, walking alongside him. ‘Jimin and I and some of the other guys are getting drinks after work, would you like to come?’

Hoseok hangs his jacket on the hook, puts on his apron. 

‘I’m busy. Maybe another time, ok?’

He’s walking off without waiting for your answer. 

You’re so taken aback by his brusqueness, a sharp contrast to the warm, kind Hoseok you’ve come to know that it takes you a moment to regroup.

When you get back to the flowers, Jimin’s finished filling the buckets.

‘You ok?’ he asks.

‘Yeah,’ you reply, forcing a smile. ‘I went to ask Hoseok to join us for drinks, but he’s busy.’

Jimin’s studying your expression.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Tell you what, we’ll grab food beforehand, ok? My treat.’

You smile at him, a real smile this time. ‘It’s your turn anyway to get dinner,’ you point out.

Jimin puts an arm around your shoulders, squeezes. 

‘I’ll buy you whatever you want,’ he promises.

***

You’re three shots in, merry and listening to Jimin tell you about his weekend when Namjoon and Hoseok walk into the bar.

‘Shit,’ you hiss, slumping down next to Jimin.

Jimin throws you a sympathetic look as one of your colleagues, Dahyun calls Hoseok over.

You look down at your hands as Hoseok greets everyone at the table.

Thankfully you’re tucked in a seat against the wall.

You glance up, see the way both Namjoon and Hoseok are looking at you, and go back to looking at your hands.

As soon as they go to get drinks you tap Jimin on the shoulder. 

‘I’m gonna go, ok?’ 

‘Let me take you home,’ Jimin says. 

You wave aside his protests and make your way to the door.

You’re waiting for your taxi, shivering a bit in the cool night air, when you hear a familiar voice. 

‘Going so soon?’ asks Hoseok. He’s standing a little away from you, hands tucked in his pockets.

‘Yeah, I’m tired.’ You give him a small smile and turn back to the road, willing your taxi to arrive.

‘I’ll wait with you,’ Hoseok says.

‘I’m fine, it’ll be here any minute,’ you say.

Hoseok steps closer. ‘Can I talk to you?’

You close your eyes. ‘Sure,’ you say. ‘About what?’

There’s a flash of headlamps as your taxi pulls up. 

Hoseok opens the door for you, lets you in and gets in after you. 

You’re too surprised to say anything.

Hoseok turns to you. ‘I don’t have to go to your place, I can get out as soon as we arrive at yours ok?’

He runs a hand through his hair. ‘I just want to talk to you for a bit.’

‘Sure,’ you say. 

There’s a silence.

‘Namjoon’s my friend,’ Hoseok starts.

You’re wondering what he’s leading up to.

‘I needed to talk to him,’ Hoseok says.

You look out the car window, at the buildings flashing by.

‘I —‘

He stops again. ‘I like you,’ he says, simply. ‘But Namjoon’s my friend, and I just needed to know if he’d be ok with us dating.’

You feel hollow. ‘What did Namjoon say about us?’ you ask.

‘He said that you don’t have that kind of relationship,’ Hoseok replies.

You laugh bitterly.

‘If you wanted to know about me and Namjoon, you could have just asked me,’ you say.

He’s quiet.

Finally, he says, ‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’

The taxi pulls up outside your building. 

You’re more hurt than you thought you’d be. Hot tears burn the backs of your eyes.

‘It’s fine, Hoseok.’

You can’t look at him. 

You get out of the taxi. ‘I’ll see you at work, ok?’

Hoseok says, ‘wait’, but you’re already walking up the steps, letting yourself in.

You make it up to your apartment, and close the door behind you before you let the tears fall.

***

You’re sitting at the back of the room at the team-building day, half-asleep because it took you ages to get here on the train, to the ass end of nowhere. 

Jimin’s sleeping quietly beside you, ball cap pulled low over his face. You’ve promised to wake him if he started sleep-talking. 

Hoseok’s near the front of the room, not that you’d been looking out for him. You haven’t really spoken since that night at the bar. 

Namjoon’s texted you a few times but you haven’t answered. 

You can do better than a boy who just wants to fuck and a boy who can’t be bothered to talk to you like a goddamn decent human being.

You nudge Jimin awake when it’s time for the activity - a scavenger hunt in the woods where you’ll be paired off. 

To your dismay, you don’t get to pick your teammate. 

It’s fine, as long as you don’t get –

You swallow down the swear word that fills your mouth when you realise your teammate is Hoseok. 

Of course it is. 

Hoseok looks as thrilled about it as you do. 

He grabs the sack you’ve been given, and you pick up your clipboard and pen. 

‘Shall we head towards the lake?’ you ask, clipped. 

‘Sure,’ he says, neutral. 

You’re looking down the list. ‘Too bad it doesn’t ask for an asshole,’ you say, looking at him darkly. ‘Because you’re right here.’ 

Hoseok looks at you, straight faced. ‘Are you gonna be like this the whole time?’ 

‘Why don’t you call Namjoon and ask him, seeing as he knows so much about me?’ 

Hoseok tilts his head. ‘I said I was sorry about that,’ he tells you. 

You sigh. ‘Forget it. The first item is a black rock.’ 

‘There’ll be loads by the lake,’ Hoseok says. 

He sets off without waiting for you. 

You’re loath to follow him but at least if you get this over with as soon as possible you can go back and take the next train out of this place. 

Scowling, you follow in his tracks. 

***

‘You look hot when you’re angry,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘That little frown line between your brows really suits you.’ 

You give him a dead-eyed stare. ‘Yeah, and you looked hot before you turned out to be a misogynistic asshole.’ 

‘Jokes on you,’ Hoseok mutters. ‘I always was one.’ 

The giggle escapes you before you can hold it back. 

‘No wonder you’re friends with Namjoon,’ you scoff, turning away. 

‘We have a lot in common,’ Hoseok allows. He side-eyes you. ‘We like the same type of women.’ 

‘Women that are too hot for you?’ you ask, straightfaced. 

‘Yeah.’ 

You stumble on a rock, and Hoseok curls his hand under your arm to steady you. 

‘There you go again, thinking I need you when I don’t,’ you snipe, jerking your arm away. 

‘Yeah, next time I’ll just let you fall on your face,’ Hoseok agrees. 

He sighs. ‘Honestly? Your bitchiness is giving me a hard-on.’ 

Your gaze flies to his crotch. 

Hoseok lets you look. ‘I’m strapped in, but I’ll let you look at it properly later if you want.’ 

‘No thanks,’ you snap. 

He shrugs. ‘I’m not gonna force myself on you.’ 

Then, as you’re looking at his face, he smirks, popping a dimple at the corner of his mouth. ‘I won’t fuck you until you’re begging for it.’ 

You raise a brow, nonchalant. ‘Guess we’re never fucking then.’ 

‘That’s my loss,’ he says. 

He veers off to the right, behind a tree. 

‘Got it,’ he says, emerging after a moment, triumphantly holding up an acorn. 

You tick it off the list silently. 

‘I don’t want to be an asshole misogynist again, but the path’s slippery here, be careful,’ he says, as you approach a steep sloping hill. 

‘Thanks,’ you reply. 

The path narrows, and he says, ‘Let me go up ahead, ok? Just in case.’ 

‘I’m fine with you dying first,’ you agree. 

He looks back at you, smiles. ‘I would have asked you out sooner if I’d known you were like this.’ 

‘Intolerant of assholes?’ you suggest. 

He laughs. ‘Mean.’ 

You’re indignant. ‘I’m not mean!’ 

‘No, I like it,’ he says. ‘Like I said, you’re giving me a boner.’ 

‘I heard you were mean too,’ you say. 

He scoffs. ‘Only in bed.’ 

He smiles at you. ‘Wanna find out?’ 

You shove him, and he just laughs. ‘Come on, let me help you up the slope.’ 

He offers you his hand, and when you reach out for it, he pulls it away. 

You look up at him, outraged, and he laughs again. 

‘No, really this time,’ he says, putting out his hand again. 

You push past him, and your foot slips. 

‘Shit!’

Hoseok, quick as a cat, grabs you to steady you. 

‘You ok?’ he asks quietly, holding your arm. 

‘I’m fine,’ you mutter. ‘We have one item left, then we can head back.’ 

‘The elderberries?’ Hoseok asks. ‘I found those ages ago.’ 

You stare up at him. ‘You didn’t —’

‘Yeah, I wanted more time with you. Alone in the woods.’ 

You’d be more mad if he didn’t look so absurdly hot when he’s grinning at you like he is now. 

‘Fuck, Hoseok.’ 

‘My friends call me Hobi,’ he says. 

‘We’re not friends,’ you snap. 

He almost looks hurt. ‘Aren’t we? Don’t you like hanging out with me?’ 

You’re about to say you don’t when you realise it would be a lie. 

He holds out his arm. ‘Come on, it’s getting dark. We should head back.’ 

***

You’re one of the last teams to get back, and as you walk up you realise from Jimin’s reaction that you’re still holding Hoseok’s arm. 

‘Can I give you a ride back? I drove,’ Hoseok offers. 

‘I came with Jimin on the train,’ you say. 

‘You can both fit in my car,’ Hoseok says, easy. 

You wake up to Jimin saying goodbye to Hoseok, and sit up guiltily. 

Hoseok turns back to you. 

‘Are you ok? You looked tired so we didn’t want to wake you.’ 

‘I’m fine. Let me come round the front.’ 

You slide into the front passenger seat, and Hoseok pulls away from Jimin’s apartment.

‘You hungry?’ he asks, as he drives.

You sit up and realise that you are, a bit.

‘Depends, are we gonna eat together?’

Hoseok looks over at you, laughs. ‘We can sit separately if you want.’

You end up at some 24 hour noodle bar near where he lives.

Hoseok slurps his noodles, throws glances at you across the tiny table, until you set down your chopsticks.

‘What?’

‘I’m just regretting fucking things up so badly with you,’ he says.

You open your mouth, ready with a reply, and close it again.

‘Namjoon asked me out,’ you tell him. ‘He came round to where I worked, and then one day asked if I wanted to meet him, and I did. We went on dates, and I don’t remember when it all changed but then one day I realised we were just sleeping together.’

You look up at him. 

‘He’s never lied or said he wants more,’ you say. ‘You know, there was this one night I was walking back from his place and some dude snatched my phone.’

You look out the front window at the street. 

‘I was right outside his building, but it was only after I got home, all shaken up that I realised I hadn’t even thought about ringing his bell, asking to come back up and calm down.’ 

You laugh, short. ‘I guess I didn’t want to find out how little he really cares about me outside of bed.’

You don’t want to see Hoseok’s face right now. 

Is he disgusted at how pathetic you are?

You look at your hands. 

‘I should go.’

Hoseok’s standing. He hasn’t said a word since your confession.

He stops with his hand on the passenger door of his car. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he says.

You risk a glance at his face only to find he’s looking at you. There’s an openness to his expression, a mixture of concern and kindness and something else you can’t read.

He opens the door, shuts it after you once you’ve climbed in.

The drive back to yours is short, and you’re grateful that he seems to not want to try to talk.

He pulls up outside your steps, kills the engine.

‘Let me walk you to the door,’ he says.

You’re surprised. ‘It’s literally ten steps.’

He walks up with you, stops at the entrance. 

‘Namjoon and I are similar in a lot of ways,’ he tells you, putting a hand on your arm, ‘but not in everything. I wouldn’t want you to think I’d treat you the same as he’s done.’

You look up at him and the memory of him that day at the festival softens your gaze. 

‘I know you’re not the same,’ you say.

‘Good,’ Hoseok says. He lets go of your arm. 

He waits until you’re inside before he drives away.

***

You and Jimin stare, bemused, at the beautifully stocked display trays of fresh fruit and vegetables.

You haven’t even started your shift, but it looks like all your work’s been done for you.

You turn to Jimin. ‘Did you?’

‘Nope,’ Jimin denies.

‘Then who?’

Hoseok walks by, accompanied by a man you don’t know with a lip piercing and a fluffy looking wolf cut covering his face.

‘Hey, Jungkook and I arranged the fruit this morning. Do you guys want to go round the back? We made rolls and coffee.’

Nonplussed, you and Jimin follow Hoseok and Jungkook to the break room.

Hoseok pours you a mug of coffee, passes you a roll. 

‘How are you doing?’ he asks, settling into the seat next to yours, leaning back.

His thigh brushes yours as he stretches out, and he moves it carefully away.

‘I’m good,’ you say. ‘You?’

‘I couldn’t sleep well thinking about what you said,’ Hoseok says.

You’re discomfited. ‘It’s fine, Hoseok, I didn’t tell you for any particular reason.’

‘I know. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry and I can do better.’

You’re quiet. ‘Why do you care?’

‘I like you,’ he says, with an honesty that takes your breath away. ‘Even when you’re mean to me.’

He smiles at your expression. ‘Especially when you’re mean to me,’ he amends.

You can’t help but laugh. 

***

Hoseok’s gathering shopping trolleys in the car park when you walk out. 

‘Hey,’ he says, pushing a long line of trolleys towards you. ‘Want to go watch a movie?’

You tilt your head, considering, and then decide to make the leap.

‘Hey. My mom dropped off a lot of food at mine yesterday. There’s enough for both of us if you’re interested.’

Hoseok beams at you. ‘Yes!’ he says, with such enthusiasm you’re smiling.

‘I just need to get my jacket,’ he explains. ‘Wait for me here?’

You’re waiting for Hoseok by the trolleys when a familiar voice says your name.

It’s Namjoon.

He’s decked out in blue, and white, tall enough to block out the late afternoon sun, handsome enough to make you stand up straight.

‘Hey,’ he says. 

‘Hey.’

‘I haven’t heard from you lately,’ he says. He cocks his head, dimples at you. ‘You good?’

‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘I’m ready,’ Hoseok says cheerfully, coming out the side of the store.

He stops when he sees you and Namjoon.

There’s an infinitesimal pause before he says, ‘Hey, Namjoon.’

Namjoon says, easy, ‘hey Hobi.’

‘We’re going to have dinner,’ you say. 

‘Yeah,’ Hoseok says. ‘See you later, Namjoon.’

Hoseok puts a gentle hand under your arm. ‘Ready?’

You think you are.

***

Hoseok’s eating a cream puff. 

There’s a dollop of cream on his top lip, and you put your hand on his arm to keep him still as you lean forward and lick it off.

Hoseok’s reflexes are quick.

He turns his head instantly to kiss you full on the lips.

Oh my. Is this what you’ve been missing?

His lips are sweet, and warm, and he’s responsive, following your lead as you deepen the kiss.

His tongue flicks at your lower lip, and then slides into your mouth.

His warm hand covers yours as you break apart.

‘Let’s go sit,’ you invite, gesturing to your couch.

Hoseok’s laying a trail of kisses along the line of your neck, tongue coming out to flick at your skin. His hand’s gently squeezing your covered thigh.

His chest is pressed against yours, and something about the solid warmth of him is making your head spin. 

You’re squirming, impatient already even though he’s made no move to do anything but kiss you.

Hoseok sighs out a breath as he pulls away. He rests the side of his head against the back of your couch, lips curving in a smile. 

‘I could do this all night,’ he tells you.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

***

Hoseok’s shirtless, lying on his back on your bedspread. His flat abs twitch as you run your tongue along them.

You reach the button on his jeans, tug at it with your teeth.

Hoseok’s hand comes up to grasp your hair. 

‘You really want this?’ he asks. 

‘We can just snuggle for a bit if you want,’ he suggests, voice low and warm.

He pulls you up alongside him, curls an arm around you, keeps his face close to yours.

He says, ‘I’ve wanted to be with you like this since that time at the festival.’

He reaches out, traces a finger over the upper curve of your breasts, exposed in your bra. 

‘Fuck, you’re a menace,’ Hoseok mutters, but he doesn’t sound mad about it.

He traces circles on your arm lazily, lets you slide your hand over his bare chest. His flat nipples pebble under your touch.

‘You know what I think?’ he says, finally. 

You raise your eyes to his. 

‘I think you need to be told what to do,’ Hoseok says, thoughtfully. ‘You’re too pretty, I bet that’s what all the boys you’ve slept with tell you.’ 

Your brow furrows. 

Hoseok nudges you down so you’re flat on the bed, hooks a thigh over your legs to slide you fully underneath him. 

He braces himself with a forearm beside your head, rolls his hips slowly against yours, makes you tremble with want.

Hoseok says, a challenge in his eyes, ‘Bet you wouldn’t know what to do with my cock if I let you have it.’

You look at him, your irritation clouded by lust, by the way he’s still slowly grinding himself against you. 

He laughs at you. 

The bastard has the audacity to laugh at you. 

‘Look at you, your lips like that, your eyes like that. Bet all you have to do is smile and you have guys creaming their pants.’ 

He leans closer, presses his lips to your ear, murmurs, ‘huh.’

You’re already so wet and needy you can barely keep up, but you muster up a retort, defiance in your tone.

‘I’m not some sort of pillow princess,’ you tell him, annoyed.

Hoseok laughs, voice so low and raspy now you can barely make out the words. 

‘I think you are,’ he replies. He rolls his hips again, and you try to stifle a moan but you can’t. 

‘It’s ok,’ he tells you, hand under your ass, pulling your hips up to his. ‘I like it.’

The chain around his neck’s dangling into the dip of his clavicles. You tuck your fingers into it, pull a little as you kiss him again, open mouthed. 

Hoseok licks into your mouth like he loves the taste of you, sloppy, wet. As you run your hand down over his bare chest he groans. 

He sits forward, tucks his fingers under the strap of your bra. ‘Can I take this off?’ he asks. 

When you nod he unhooks your bra, tugs it off you.

He admires your bare breasts for so long your hands are already coming up to cover yourself when he says, stern, ‘Don’t.’

‘Hoseok —-‘

‘I’m staring,’ he explains patiently, ‘because I’ve been thinking about you like this for so long I can’t believe we’re finally here, like this.’

He kisses you off centre, at the corner of your mouth, flicking his tongue at the seam of your lips. 

‘I’m staring because you’re such a pretty girl.’

He lowers his head, sticks out his tongue, laves the peak of your breast, pulling a whimper out of you. 

‘Go on,’ he says, watching your face, lips against your breast. ‘Let me hear how much you like it.’ 

His thigh slips between yours, and you roll your hips against it, seeking friction for your aching clit, the emptiness between your legs. 

Hoseok’s mouth is warm, and wet, and he grasps your hip, tight, as he suckles at your breasts.

Your first orgasm takes you by surprise, a burst of warm pleasure from your throbbing clit, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you cry out and buck your hips against his.

‘Easy, baby,’ Hoseok says, letting you ride out the waves of your pleasure, hand warm on your skin as he steadies you.

You lift your face to his, and he’s only too happy to give you his mouth. You’re still breathless from your orgasm, and when he slips a firm hand under your panties, you moan so loudly his ears ring.

Hoseok groans at the feel of you, warm and soft and slicking up his fingers. 

‘Are you sensitive? Can I?’

You reach down and curl your fingers around him, and Hoseok can’t stop himself from grinding into your hand.

‘One sec,’ he grunts. He tears open a condom, passes it to you.

‘Go on, do some work, princess.’

You’re sitting up on legs that still feel like jelly.

Instead of rolling the condom onto his length, you take him in your mouth, suck at his head, and Hoseok swears and pulls you off him.

‘Damn you need to warn me if you’re gonna do that, I nearly came,’ he pants.

He kisses you again. ‘Behave yourself or you won’t get fucked.’

You pinch the tip, roll the condom onto him, and Hoseok pulls you on top of him.

He pinches the softness of your inner thigh, making you jump.

‘Line me up,’ he says. 

You squeeze him as you position yourself, and Hoseok groans. ‘Fuck, you’re such a brat.’

He closes his eyes, huffs out a long breath as you take him in.

He’s deep, like this, snug. He grasps your hips, helps you move on his cock.

His head arches back into the pillow underneath it, neck bared to you as you ride him.

‘Use me, baby,’ he urges, bucking his hips up into you to fuck you a little deeper, grunting when you cry out.

He feels so good your oversensitivity gives way to building need. 

‘Come on,’ Hoseok says. He cards his fingers through your hair, tugs you down so he can devour your mouth. He’s vocal in his enjoyment of you, groaning into your mouth, grasping your ass so tight he’s going to leave marks.

‘Look,’ he says, hoarse, helping you lift up off him so you can see your arousal glistening on his skin, on the insides of your thighs.

He swears. ‘Turn over.’

He pulls out, and you turn over, onto all fours. You tremble with want as he slides his cock against your slit, nudging you apart.

He’s back inside you in one smooth movement, curled over your back, hand on your tits, the other hand snaking down the front of your pelvis to rub your clit.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he tells you. His voice is raspy now, taut. ‘And I think I’m going to fucking love coming into this cunt.’ 

‘I think you’re gonna get so fucking tight I won’t be able to move.’

He strokes his fingers over your clit, and you cry out. He flicks his other thumb over your peaked nipple. 

‘Shit, you’re so fucking soft, princess,’ he groans. ‘So fucking soft.’

You moan his name as his words push you over the edge.

‘That’s it, there you go, princess,’ he says. He drives himself into your pulsing cunt, deep, slow, and then he’s holding you tight, pulled up so your back is pressed to his chest. You can feel him twitching as he fills the condom.

Your arms buckle, and you drop onto the bed, taking him with you.

He rolls off. ‘Fuck, are you ok? Did I squash you?’

You’re still breathless but you manage a smile. ‘No, you killed me.’

Hoseok laughs. ‘Knew you were a princess.’

He sits up, staggers a little, and he disappears in the direction of your kitchen, coming back with a glass of water.

‘Drink up.’

As you drink he goes to the bathroom, returning shirtless but with his briefs back on.

‘All yours,’ he says. He passes you his t-shirt and your panties.

By the time you make it back he’s tidied up the clothes you shed, and is perched on the end of your bed. 

He looks up at you. 

‘I can go,’ he says, tentative. 

You come closer, and automatically, he curls an arm around your waist, pressing his face into your front.

‘Why don’t you stay?’ 

Hoseok’s smile is bright, happy, pleased. ‘I’d like to.’

You hit the lights, and he holds up the covers for you to slide in, wraps his arm around you as soon as you’re in the bed.

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand. 

‘Need to get that?’ he asks as you lift it to check.

He watches you swipe away the text from Namjoon, but all he says is, ‘What kind of coffee do you like? I’ll pick us up some in the morning.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ he promises. ‘I’ll get you whatever you want.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

[bytez4life]

Aomine, Kise, and Murasakibara god they are just amazing but you know whats even more amazing about them when they refuse to admit they're a little spoon/sub its adorable and i love them so much omg

aomine, kise + murasakibara

tw; none

a/n; OH WOW YES </3 GREAT IDEA ANON + u didn't specify pronouns so i used gn, hope ur ok with that!

(+ i didn't want to include the sub part in this request, you can submit another one asking that if you want!)

aomine

- oh my god this one is the most stubborn one

- he 100% tries to put up the "im an alpha male >:(" front

- *gags internally*

- he finds comfort in your hugs, and he's yet to find out about your cuddles

- anyways, this man loves naps way too much

- (probably stayed up all night beating his me-)

- invites you over one day thinking you guys could just chill

- so how did he get into this situation?

~

"y/n, why are you like this?"

aomine grumbled, face tucked into your chest. he had mentioned once, only once, and now he was on his bed forced into this too-comfortable position.

"mm, you mentioned wanting to take a nap, so that's what we're doing."

"arg, yeah, but why are you the one holding me?!"

"because i can."

aomine let out a frustrated grunt, attempting to push himself up. he was soon pulled back down when you hooked an arm around his neck, making him lose his balance.

"stop whining like a baby, you're making the bed cold!"

accepting his fate, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him. despite his constant whining, both of you knew deep down he wanted this.

he's a tsundere, but he's your tsundere.

kise

- this mf would be too energetic man

- he's so talkative you'd probably have to tape his mouth shut to have a full night of sleep

- well i headcanon as someone who had to be that manly person because of his fangirls

- (yeah ik he hates them but who doesn't like praise + attention?)

- and he wants to impress you and keep you happy

- so one day after he got hit particularly hard by kasamatsu

- he came crying to you, so you did the only thing that made sense

~

"come here kise, why are you just standing there? didn't you say you wanted to cuddle?"

he looked at your expression for any sign of trickery, yes he did want to cuddle you but were you sure you wanted to hold him?

"like that? don't you want me to- AAAH!"

tired of his rambling, you had promptly picked him up and thrown him on the bed, flopping next to him. before he could protest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his neck.

"shut up already, just relax alright? i don't know whats going on in that pretty brain of yours, but you can let it go for now."

oh yeah, he's definitely getting you flowers tomorrow.

~

murasakibara

- dude, the least concerned about what position he's in

- he just wants snacks and sweet candy

- unfortunately, that constant snacking finally caught up to him

- when his mom texted you if you would take your big baby of a boyfriend to get some cavities removed

- 😀⁉️

- you agreed nonetheless

- waiting outside of the room was a little stressful

- very funny when he finally came out, a sleepy giant of a man just allowing you to pull him along to the car

- when you got home you made him change the cotton pads in his mouth and rinse his mouth

- unbeknownst to you, you were about to deal with THE biggest baby in the world

~~

"but y/n-chin i want candy!"

"atsushi, no. the dentist said you could only eat solid food in 24 hours, which includes candy." you scolded, trying your hardest to push him back into your shared room. surprisingly, he was compliant when he was under anesthesia, allowing you to guide him to the large bed.

he sat on the edge while watching you with dazed eyes as you rushed around trying to get him prepared for bed.

"y/n-chin looks pretty."

that definitely threw you for a loop, choking on air as you fumbled with the clothes in your arms,

"uh, thank you you do too. now, lift your arms so i can change your clothes."

after you finished the tiring task, you flopped on the bed with a sigh ready to take a nap. you soon felt a hand grip your waist, and before you could look up murasakibara had already placed his head on your stomach and fell fast asleep.

--

"i did not do that."

"you totally did."

murasakibara narrowed his eyes at your form, reluctantly sipping on a smoothie you made him.

"i did not, you're making it up."

"then explain this."

you whipped out your phone, holding it up with a satisfied smirk. there on the screen was the purple-haired giant snuggled up on your midsection as you held him in your arms.

"why did you take pictures?"

"atsushi stop dodging the obvious and admit that you did do it."

"no."

"well i guess you arent getting any snacks from me-"

"im sorry."

"that's better."

@BYTEZ4LIFE - do not plagerize/copy

a/n: someone asked me this, but if you get ideas from me please tag me! its not really for credit but i want to see what you guys make <3

[dark-frosted-heart]

Crown’s S Class Mission - Roger Barel (Part 2)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Kate: Aaah. No…I can’t anymore, Instructor…Roger.

Roger: Keep going…your body can still handle it right?

Kate: Ah… No, not anymore…

Roger: When you think you can’t take it anymore, that’s when it actually starts. Same thing in bed. Come on, 10 more sit ups.

Kate: Why are you talking about doing things in bed? You’re absolutely the worst!

Instructor Oliver: Oh, is something the matter?

Roger: No, Miss Kate wants me to be stricter.

(......Excuse me?)

Roger: 10 more sit ups. Muscle, muscle!

Kate: Muscle…muscle…Ugh…

(It’s no use, if I do a bad job, I’ll look suspicious)

Roger put his lips to my ear as I desperately tried to do sit ups…

Roger: Maybe the ‘S’ in S class mission stands for ‘sadist’?

Kate: …Eh?

Roger: Hey, you stopped. Come on, muscle, muscle!

(D-damn it!)

--

Kate: Haaa…haaa… So…did you find anything?

Roger: Nah, haven’t “heard” anything suspicious yet. I’ll keep an ear out ‘til I get a lead.

Instructor Oliver: Roger, a moment!

Roger: Yeah, I’m coming over.

Roger: Keep digging. Stay on guard, Kate.

With a nod, Roger went to where Instructor Oliver called him.

(I’m thirsty. I’ll get  a glass of water)

Kate:Huh, where’s the drinking fountain…?

Blonde lady: Excuse me, I can show you where it is.

I turned toward the voice and saw a dignified lady smiling at me.

After being shown where the fountain was, the rigorous training continued— 

--

I snuck outside.

(No one will come out here, right? I’ll just take a short break and then head back in)

Maybe it was because I’m not used to doing hard exercises, but my knees were about to give out.

???: Who’s this student skipping class?

Kate: Eek! I’m sorry! I won’t slack off anymore!

Roger: Haha. Dummy, it’s me.

Kate: Roger… Geez, don’t scare me like that!

Roger: Sorry, sorry. I’ll give you something nice as an apology, so open your mouth. Say ‘aah’.

Kate: Huh, mmm. It’s sweet… Is it chocolate?

Roger: You look like a sad puppy.

(You were strict with me, and now you’re spoiling me…)

Perhaps Roger often tames using a carrot and stick.

That’s really, really annoying…

Kate: Oh yeah, I made a friend just then. Her name’s Emilia Winslow. She told me that her dream’s to go into politics.

Roger: That’s an insane dream when you know women don’t have the right to vote.

Kate: Yeah…She mentioned that. She wanted to get out of her current situation, but didn’t know how. So she came to the club in desperation. She thought that if she got stronger, she’d be able to change her absurd situation.

Roger: The women who gathered here all want to get stronger and fight.

As his amber eyes looked up to the sky, a question I wanted to ask suddenly popped in my mind.

Kate: Roger, have you ever wanted to get stronger?

Roger: I have. It’s not like I’ve been like this since I was born. When I was a kid, I had my first friend. He was cursed. But because I was weak, I betrayed him in the worst way. I couldn’t protect him.

(This is the first time I’ve heard something about Roger’s past…)

It felt like his eyes, still focused on the sky, wavered for a moment.

Roger: Maybe I’ve always been fighting something?

Seeing that smile on his face, as if he were trying to laugh away the pain, reminded me of what Roger told me that time I fired a gun at someone for the first time.

(At the time, I hated myself for being weak…What Roger said…)

“People who want to get stronger and are able to continue on are really the strong ones.”

When I first met Roger, I thought he was “just a strong guy”.

However, now I can clearly see that he’s someone that “tries to be strong”.

—Suddenly, Roger’s eyes became sharp.

Roger: …

Kate: …Roger?

Roger: Oy…who’s there? I can hear your heartbeat.

Instructor Oliver: …

(What do we do…? If he finds out that Roger and I know each other…)

Instructor Oliver: I’m sorry for eavesdropping… Will you please hear me out?

Somehow Oliver had a feeling that we were different from those that visited the Beauty Muscle Club. 

So he followed us—to ask for help.

Instructor Oliver: In the beginning, I was just an instructor working at the club. But then I uncovered something unthinkable about this place… The owner of the club and master of the estate belongs to the House of Lords. He has an extremely distorted view on women’s empowerment.

Roger: Does this have anything to do with the fact that women who visit here end up ill?

Instructor Oliver: How did you…Just who are you people?

Roger: That doesn’t matter now. Are the women here getting drugged?

Instructor Oliver: Illegal drugs disguised as muscle-enhancement drugs.

Kate: Why…that’s so ridiculous.

Roger: It’s to stop brilliant and strong women from entering the workforce, isn’t it? So stupid. Even though they were tricked into it, they took the enhancement drug. And now the women are afraid to speak out in fear of being accused of taking illegal substances. And so the truth doesn’t come out.

Kate: …Such a cowardly way of operating.

Instructor Oliver: I don’t want to do this. But they threatened to kill me if I ran away.

He looked like a little kid with how he weakly hung his head, face pale.

(We can’t overlook this evil)

Kate: …Roger, I have a request. I—

Roger: Don’t do anything reckless that’ll put yourself in danger, okay?

Kate: Okay!

—Then, Oliver and I went to where the illegal drugs were being sold.

--

The person who welcomed us was a man from the House of Lords, the wonder of the club and estate.

After Oliver introduced me, the man handed me a small bag of medicine with a friendly look on his face. 

(...I got the evidence. All I need to do now is leave)

(But…)

Master of the estate: This will make you stronger and more beautiful. Let us build a better society.

The way he so easily lied filled me with rage.

Kate: …These are illegal drugs.

Instructor Oliver: ?!

As if he caught on, the master of the estate’s eyes turned terribly cold.

And he smiled cooly.

Master of the estate: Britain thriving, but with that, comes women getting louder… Give them the right to vote, give them places to work. Women are inferior creatures to men who are just clever enough to serve.

Kate: So, why would you do such a despicable and foolish thing?

Master of the estate: If I don’t pluck the useless weeds, then who will?

Kate: There are a lot of women trying to get stronger, you know?

Master of the estate: And for what reason, when it’s all in vain? 

(Oh my god…)

I slapped the man before me as hard as I could.

Master of the estate: …You’re a woman! I can have you killed for this you know!

Kate: …

Before I could get the gun from my garter belt, a gunshot rang out and a bullet grazed the man’s cheek.

The window behind the man broke and Roger, with his hunting rifle, bursts into the room.

Roger: Hold up. Not gonna let you kill my cute student. Now then, it’s time for Instructor Roger’s fun and exciting punishment.

*House of Lords is the upper chamber of UK Parliament.

[stargalaxxy]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒⋆Confession as Sweet as Chocolate₊💌˚⊹♡

. ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)₊ ⊹I literally thought of this when listening to the English cover by Lizz Robinette. I think it's an adorable concept of reader making chocolates for Cole, this takes place during the movie. So ninja are in school and hated by the whole school and city. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ But that's okii, bcs we love them... 𝜗𝜚

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✧˚ ༘ Now Playing: Dreamin ChuChu / どりーみんチュチュ by, emon｡˚

Holding the mixing bowl close to your chest you mix vigorously to get the right texture of cream, your eyebrows knit in concentration as your tongue sticks out. It was late, at least for a school night, but sleep did not matter to you now as a certain boy plagued your mind. 

Wanting to impress Cole and for him to reciprocate the strong feelings that you felt for him, Cole has had your heart since your spring semester as a sophomore. You two spent your summer break together and have continued your friendship when school started back up again in the fall as you both walk in as Juniors.

For weeks you have been dreaming of confessing to Cole, ever since you’re feeling developed during your summer vacation together at the summer festival.

You remembered the night vividly as you and Cole sat on the grass watching fireworks as you made promises to each other to stay close together in the coming school year. How your hands wrapped together, your smaller hand clasped in his larger one, from that day your feeling grew, and you knew you had to tell Cole of your feelings.

His cool attitude and kind nature to help anyone and everyone he meets, the abundant of songs that he listens too and loved to share with you, and his general vibe just had you head over heels for him. 

You knew of his reputation and how the people at school or even city didn’t like him. But you couldn’t understand, 

He was a great guy.

“He’s with Lloyd, (y/n), y’know, Garmadon’s son” you scoff at your friend as she swiped through her phone bored of your constant gushing of the raven hair boy. “That doesn’t mean that Cole is bad, and Lloyd a great guy, and so are the rest of his friends, people just need to see that” you dreamily sigh as you stare at your phone galleries of pictures that you and Cole took during your guy’s summer vacation. 

“I just don’t want you to be outcasted, (y/n).” Your friend finally looks up with a worried look, you knew of her good intentions, but being a bystander to the constant teasing of the ninja wasn’t pretty. Your friend has seen it much more than you, but being too scared she never took too much action and looked the other way. 

“I know, but (f/n), this is what I want, Cole-“ you pause as your heart flutters thinking about your feelings and him. “I really, really like him” you walk to your friend placing your head on your bed next to their thigh. 

She sighs and drags her hand through your hair affectionately, “alright, you got my vote. I hope he’s everything that you hope for” your friend smiles genuinely as you jump up and hug them, “aaah! Thank you thank you!” you sway with her as she chuckles. 

“So, how are you going to confess?” you pause as you nervously sweat, 

“You do have a plan, right?” you hum as if you didn’t hear your friend’s question. 

“(y/n).” your friend eyes you as you finally break, “aaahhh! I have nothing!” you squeak out pouting as you fall back onto your bed dramatically.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months, w’do I do?” you stare at the ceiling as your friend begins to think. 

“Is there anything Cole likes?” she asks, shifting your gaze to her pondering. “He likes music…” your friend nods as she registers the information before a light bulb shines, “you can make him a playlist?” she suggests as you hum, “that’s not bad, but I kinda want to do something more…romantic?” you sit up as you both begin brainstorming now you felt as though if your heads got any closer they would merge. 

You gasp, “he has a sweet tooth!” you shout as your friend ponders on his interests, you both come up with the idea at the same time with a gasp, 

“Homemade chocolate!” you both shout excitedly squealing at how romantic the idea was.

So, here you were a week before valentine’s day mixing in strawberry cream into cute chocolate molds. You smile satisfied at how the first batch came out, you tasted it and had your friend taste as well, making sure they weren’t too sweet. 

Some had nuts others had cream, or caramel filling, your friend helped you find a cute bag to place them in and a ribbon to tie it together. 

“I still think there are better boys~” your friend sings teasing you, “I told you already my heart is set, and besides all the guys in school are jerks!” you retort back making your friend giggle. “Whatta bout, Chen?” your friend then cackles at your unamused face, “he’s a mega jerk, and not my type.” You began to close the mold as you place the last batch in the freezer to take form, starting to clean up before your parents see the chaos.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw him in gym~” your friend fans herself as if to calm her blushing face, you roll your eyes as you think back to Cole during his workout sessions. “Chen has amazing muscles you must admit!” your friend lays her chin on her hand as you faced away from her blush creeping on your face. “Cole has better” you mumble as you scrape at dried chocolate on the counter. 

“What was that?” your friend smirks as she sees you jump,

“N-nothing! Hey, you said you had a bag right, can I see?” you quickly change the subjects as your friend giggles pulling the pastel-colored bag with small bears printed on it.

“It’s strong enough to hold the chocolate, and here’s the ribbon” your friend pulls out the ribbon placing it on a clean surface of the table as you admire the satin-colored, orange. “This is perfect (f/n), thank you!” you go to tackle her into a hug as she stifles another laugh patting your back like a tired mother.

“Yea yea, thank me after you confess, y’better not chicken out!” she points to you as you look away, “no promises…” you chuckle nervously smile as you finally face her.

“Geez, (y/n)” your friend sighs slightly unamused at your hesitancy, “you’ll be fine hun, just remember, that’s their plenty of fish” your friend pats your shoulder comfortingly as you silently go into your own world.

But you didn’t want another fish, this fish was a once in a lifetime, you knew it was. This fish was too good to lose, and you’d be a fool to let him go.

“Alright (f/n), Wednesday, I’m gonna confess!” you held a determined expression as they clap. “Atta girl!”

The next day you spent first period jittering on coffee as you wrote a love note to Cole to shove in his locker, you were gonna write it last night after you cleaned up the kitchen. But being as late as it was you fell asleep with your friend staying over, good thing she stayed over as she had to drag you out of bed.

“You working on the love note?” your friend asks as she lays her cheek on the cold desk surface, you nod as you finally finish. You read it over correcting any mistakes as you pass it over to your friend, “how does this sound?” you ask for her advice as you feel heavy hands on your shoulder making your scream. “How does what sound?” Cole’s voice rings into your ear as he too jumps from your scream, your friend shoves the note into her bag as you look nervously up at Cole.

Pulling his headphones down to his neck, he tilts his head waiting for you to talk, “uh-uhm…” you stutter as your cheeks start to turn pink, his hands laid on your shoulders you could feel his fingers unintentionally graze the sensitive parts of you open neck. 

Your friend being a total bestie, sits and tries to think of something, anything to save you. 

“we’re going over homework, (y/n) forgot hers so I was helping her out” your friend sounded as convincing as a convicted criminal, but for whatever reason Cole shrugs and accepts it. He turns and squats next to you taking off his headphones, “okay, so y’gotta listen to this, I found it while browsing the internet for forgotten classics of soft rock songs and this one is a keeper!” 

Cole presses a few buttons on his phone as he places the headphone on your ears as he plays the music.

Your friend couldn’t hear the music, but she can see the interactions that you two shared, with Coles sneaking glances at your face to see what you thought of his interests. To your smile when sway of your head to whatever beat was playing in your ears. It was adorable in her opinion as she smiles feeling the love radiating off both of you at that moment. 

When the song finishes you pull down the headphones, “I liked it, you always find the best music Cole” you felt calm again as you smile to Cole appreciating his share of music taste with you. 

You didn’t notice but your friend did at Coles blush, as he looks away scratching the back of his shaggy hair as a smile cracks onto his face. 

“m’glad you liked it…” Cole mumbles as his voice got quiet feeling his heart skip a beat at your compliment, “I got more if you want to listen to some during lunch” Cole suggests as he looks back to you. Your smile couldn’t get any bigger as you nod, “yea, I’d love too!” your cheerful face made Coles heart flutter as he captures the image in his mind of your pretty smile. 

He instantly stands up making you lean your head up; he looks away his hands on the back of his neck as he tried to contain his blush with a cool exterior. “That’s great, see you then” you giggle as you take his headphones off giving them to him, he takes them removing one of his hands from his neck to grab it. “Don’t get in trouble with the teachers, okay?” you tease as he was notorious for getting his headphones taken away in class. Cole chuckles as he makes his way out the class ignoring glares from classmates as he waves to you a goodbye. 

Once he was gone your friend pulls out the note and lightly pats your head with it earning your attention. “The notes fine, (y/n) you should confess to him, chocolate or not.” She smiles as you blush your nervousness returning, “b-but I can’t just confess out of the blue! I still have to work out what I’ll say to him a-and how I’ll give him his gift-“ your friend cuts you off, “it’s simple, three words, I. love. you.” She places the note on your desk noticing your still distressed face.

“Look, (y/n), I get it your nervous. But I see it in Cole that he likes you too, you both deserve each other, you both suck at hiding your feelings for one another~” your friend teases as your blush gets worst. “wh-what! Cole has feelings for me?” you point to yourself, your friend smiles, and nods, “duh, didn’t you see him blushing?” she shakes her head as you look down. “ya got this, (y/n), go for it!”

You stare at the note, your determined face returning once again as you repeat your friends’ words in your head.

Deciding to use the note you make it anonymous, placing it in Cole’s locker the next day Tuesday, deciding that you would confess a day early instead of Wednesday. You wrote to meet you on the school’s courtyard after school. A pretty scenery to confess.

You frantically grab your things as you didn’t have much time left until you had to meet Cole, “c’mon, (y/n) you’re gonna be late” your friend taps her foot as she watches you check over items to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

“D-do I look alright?” you turn to your friend as you did your hair and light makeup, your friend nods as she smooths out any stray hairs. “You’re fine, now stop worrying and go knock his heart out!” she lightly pushes you as she grabs your bookbag. 

“I’ll be waiting out at the gate if anything goes south, which I know won’t, but still just text me and I’ll come running” your friend smiles as she walks away from your teary face “waah, (f/n)!” you go to try and hug her just for her to block you with your bag. “Thank me later!!! Go!” your friend shouts as she runs from you before you could hug her, 

You sniffle as you make your way to the courtyard passing other people that stayed after school for clubs and such. You open the heavy doors to outside as you see pink petals litter the floor from the two big trees, you huff as you look around for Cole. You were a minute late, surely, he didn’t leave…

“hey” you squeak as Cole comes up behind you, his calm smile greets you as you stutter out a hello.

Don’t chicken out now!

You pray as you wipe your clammy hands on your shirt, you reach into your purse and pull out a tiny bag of the chocolates that you made for Cole that night. Remembering all the love and passion that you put into making them, giving your friend any of the ugly looking chocolates because you deemed them not good enough for Cole. 

You swallow as you look to Cole who was holding your note in his hand, “so, you wrote this. I thought it was a prank, at first. I wasn’t gonna show up when I thought that” your heart stops but you continue to listen, “but then I saw you and your friend at your locker, I heard what you wanted to do” his smile never left as he grabs your free hand. “But I want to hear it from your lips, what do you want, (y/n)?” your heart flutters as Cole mumbles your name, feeling much sweeter than all the other times he has said it. 

You lick your lips to find the words.

Just three simple words, right?     

“I made chocolate.” You hold out the small bag, your friend didn’t know why but she felt as though she had to face palm herself.

Cole looks down at the bag with a confused expression, his smile then returns as he holds out his hand to take your gift.

You place it in his feeling his touch s you grazed your fingers on his palm in a stiff motion. You watch as Cole’s larger hands take them from your smaller ones and delicately pulls at the ribbon making the bag open. You shift your weight to one foot as you wait in anticipation for Cole to taste your chocolates. 

He finally takes one, it was a molded heart, you remember the filling of it being strawberry cream inside the heart molds. 

Cole pops it into his mouth as he chews the mold breaks in his mouth, sweet strawberry cream lays on his tongue as he hums. Cole swallows and then smiles big before grabbing another, your own smile making its way onto your lips as you sigh in relief. 

“This is good, (y/n), you made these yourself?” Cole asks as he pops a sphere chocolate mold into his mouth, that one was caramel. 

“Y-yea, its homemade” you mutter out blushing as he continues to eat, as you watched him you were feeling more confident in confessing. “I made them because I know how much you like sweet things, I worked on them all afternoon into the night on Sunday, because I wanted them to be perfect for you.” You look to Cole seeing his attention was on you, taking a deep breath you continue. 

“I like you Cole, like, really like you. I have since the night you took me to the summer festival, ever since that night I wanted to hug you and kiss you! I want to hold your hand in the hallways and protect you when people bully you! I want to meet your family and friends and I want you to meet mine! I want cute dates and I want to make you more sweets whenever you ask for them!” you take another breath not realizing your emotions had gotten the best of you as tears fall from your eyes.

You look up at Cole with glossy doe eyes as he had a warm hand on your chin the bag empty and in his pocket as he smiles, a piece of chocolate on his lips. “I would love to do everything and more with you, (y/n).” Cole whispers the words only for you to hear as you smile sniffling you use your free hand to wipe the tears away.

“c-can I kiss you?” you whisper out as well, your bodies coming closer as you cup both your hands on Cole’s cheeks.

Cole exhales a breath as he smiles, “as long as you don’t mind chocolate breathe~” you giggle as you tilt your head your eyes begin to close as Cole follows your lead. “I don’t min-“

You stop yourself from talking as Coles lips landed on yours, the kiss was slow and soft. Tasting chocolate on his lips, you both pull away, having to stop yourself from going in again. 

You suffice with wiping the remaining chocolate off his lips. Cole embraces you pulling you into his body as he places his hand on the back of your head and his arm wrapped around your waist. Your own arms hugging him close under his arms laying your head on his chest. You both squeeze each other in comfortable silence, silently celebrating at your success in confessing.

You can feel Cole’s cheeks move to a playful smile as he breaks the silence, 

“Got anymore chocolate?” you chuckle at his eagerness to have more of the sweets you made, you nod pulling away, “a bunch, c’mon” you grab his hand and lead him out the school to your house where he can have all the sweet chocolate that he wants. Cole squeezes your hand, as you catch a glimpse of your friend, you wave, and she smiles turning away. She walks home a proud smile on her face as she caught a glimpse of your hand holding, likely going to call you later to spill the details of your confession and shout, I told you so’s. 

Cole looks to you and smile, “was your friend pushing you to confess?” he asks, you nod as you nervously scratch the back of your neck. “hah, yea, I was gonna confess tomorrow. But she told me to do it sooner, since she knew you had feelings for me too~” it was your turn to smile as Cole blushes hiding it in his hand as he looks away, “she knew…” he mumbles as you giggle grazing your thumb on the back of Coles hand assuring him.

“You fooled me, I was so nervous” you placed a hand on your heart as if to show how fast your heart was pounding.

Cole smiles as he turns his cheeks lightly painted with pink blush, “I was too, if you weren’t going to confess, I was” you gave Cole a shocked expression as he laughs. “But m’glad you did!” you groan as you both laugh at your guy’s silly feelings of chase to confession. 

“It would make for a nice story” you wink as Cole nods his cheeks darkening at the thought of telling people of how you got to be a couple, suggesting that you would be with him for a long time.

Not that he minded, he was looking forward to it.

AAAAA it's like 2 in the morning bruuuhhh, I have no business being uup. But I'm glad I finished this thought before it went poof in my mind, ˊᗜˋ But I wanna say thank you for all of the support that I have been getting for my other stories, I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying reading them as much as I like creating them! °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° Anyways, I sleep nowwww!!! ᯓᡣ𐭩 ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[exponenshul]

Melon Seeds (Part 1 of 2)

SYNOPSIS: Two close roommates purchase a watermelon from a mysterious vendor. As time passes, their relationship heats up and the girl begins undergoing some changes. It becomes increasingly clear that the melon they bought was no ordinary fruit...

Words: ~7.2k

(Contains belly expansion, sexual content, and more. Read at your own discretion.)

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Spencer held open the apartment door so Lucy could walk in. She was having a bit of trouble because she was carrying a huge watermelon in her arms.

"Rrk...man, I still can't believe we found this!" Lucy said excitedly. She was struggling a bit under the weight of the fruit, but still grinning.

"I know—and the last one, too!" Spencer noted, guiding Lucy to the kitchen counter. "That guy at the fruit stand was so nice, giving it to us for free and everything."

Spencer and Lucy were two rising college seniors, living together in their own apartment while on summer break. They'd met back in freshman year and had been the closest of friends ever since. Spencer's original roommate had backed out at the last second, and since he and Lucy were so close, she was happy to move in to the empty room.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the two had just come back from a grocery run. Little did they know, the watermelon they'd just picked up was a little more than just delicious.

"This thing looks so good, I'm gonna cut it up right now!" Lucy proclaimed.

"Good idea!" Spencer agreed. "You get that started while I put the rest of the stuff away."

A few minutes passed as Spencer went to put away more groceries. When he returned, Lucy had sliced up the watermelon into about two dozen good-sized chunks. Spencer eagerly strode over and picked one up, but when he did, he frowned.

"Ah, man, this thing's got seeds in it..." he groaned.

"What are you talking about?" Lucy asked, picking up a slice of her own. "I'm pretty sure most watermelons have seeds..."

"Yeah, I know. And I usually just spit them out, but..." Spencer trailed off. The seeds in this melon were just...off-putting. They were black and very large, each about the size of a thumbnail. They also appeared particularly round for watermelon seeds. Whatever the reason, Spencer's gut was telling him that he probably shouldn't be eating this watermelon.

After a moment, he continued. "It's just...you know the saying, right? Swallow a watermelon seed and it'll grow in your stomach!" He chuckled.

Lucy chuckled back. "Nah, I think you're just a coward!" She chomped into her slice of melon, and as she started chewing, her eyes went wide. "Oh my god...this is SO GOOD!"

She began chewing ravenously, sucking down the watermelon's sweet flesh. Seeing that Spencer wasn't going to eat his slice, she grabbed it from his hand.

"More for me," she said, giving him a smile. He smiled back.

After she'd finished the two slices, she licked her lips. "Aaah...that was tasty! I'm gonna pack the rest up and put it in the fridge."

Spender gave her a thumbs up, and she turned to grab some tupperware from the cabinet. As she stepped away, Spencer couldn't help but keep his eyes glued on her.

Over the past few months—years, really...Spencer had started to look at Lucy as more than just a friend. She was very attractive, with cute features and perfect curves. Through their years of knowing each other, they'd gotten to know each other very well. Spencer knew that any crush he felt had to be reciprocated, at least a little. He often wondered when one of them would make a move, especially now that they lived together. They were closer than ever, physically and emotionally, and the romantic tension between them was mounting.

Spencer blinked his eyes a few times, realizing he'd been staring a little too intently at Lucy's ass.

He cleared his throat. "All right, I've gotta get ready for my shift."

"Okay, good luck!" Lucy replied. "See you tonight."

~~~~~

Coincidentally, Spencer worked at the grocery store, ringing out customers and stocking shelves. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it payed the bills.

As Spencer arrived for his afternoon shift, he looked at the front of the store with some confusion. Where the watermelon stand had been only a few hours before was a completely empty spot.

As he clocked in, he mentioned it to one of his coworkers, who was just clocking out.

"Hey, you've been here all day, right?" Spencer asked. "Where'd that guy and his watermelon stand go?"

The coworker looked at him quizzically. "What guy?"

"You know, the watermelon guy. He had this whole big stand out front. Huge watermelons."

The look on his coworker's face only grew more confused. "Uh, nah. I've been taking in carts all day, I never saw anybody out front."

Spencer stood there perplexed as his coworker left. He'd probably just missed the guy...but then again, the stand was pretty obvious. And he'd obviously picked up a huge watermelon.

He started his shift, but was left with a nagging confusion in his head.

~~~~~

It was dark out by the time Spencer got back home to the apartment. When he walked in, most of the lights were off, except for the kitchen ones. He assumed that's where Lucy must be.

He put his things down and started walking over. "Hey Lucy, I'm back from work!"

He heard her call back to him from the kitchen. "Oh, you're finally back! Come here!"

Spencer walked into the kitchen and found her sitting at the counter, watching him with a strange, dreamy look. Spencer noticed open tupperware and a couple rinds on the counter—she'd been eating more of the watermelon.

She was also wearing her favorite set of pajamas; a cropped black tank top and soft velvet shorts. He always thought she looked really good in them...

She looked over at him from her seat and gave a subtle smile. "I have to tell you something."

Spencer gulped. "What...what is it?"

Then, Lucy slowly and deliberately got over from her seat. She walked over to him, keeping her eyes locked on his. Once she was close enough, she reached up, placed her hands on his face, and kissed him on the lips.

Spencer was hit with shock. Hold on, was this really happening? Her lips were so soft and warm...He gently grasped her waist and kissed her back.

When they pulled away, Lucy looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes, cheeks red. Spencer stared back, the surprise showing in his face.

"Sorry, I know that was sudden..." Lucy said quietly. "I just couldn't keep beating around the bush."

Spencer was still reeling. "So...y-you've been...feeling the same way I have?"

Lucy placed her palms on his chest. "I've been thinking about it a lot recently...how close we are...but today is when I really realized that I was tired of being just friends."

Spencer beamed with joy. "I couldn't agree more."

The two kissed again, and this time, they didn't stop at just one. They started with a few more light, slow kisses, but soon started to make out with more passion. All that time of romantic tension was starting to be released.

Lucy pulled Spencer in closer, so that their bodies pressed together. Spencer wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands across her back. Making out with her, the most attractive girl he'd ever known, was more satisfying than he could have imagined. Just the feeling of her chest pressed against him was enough to give him palpitations.

After another minute or so, they pulled away for a breather. Spencer stared into Lucy's beautiful eyes and she stared right back.

Spencer cleared his throat. "So, uh...I guess this means we're...a "thing" now?"

Lucy brushed some hair away from her face and smirked at him. "Hmm...yeah, I guess it does."

The two gave each other another quick kiss, giggling from the afterglow of the their makeout session.

"It's getting late," Spencer said, trying to reign in their awkward giddiness with some conversation. "Are you hungry? Did you eat dinner?"

"I just had some of that watermelon," Lucy replied, giving her stomach a couple pats. "God, it is sooooo good...I can't get enough of it!"

Spencer chuckled. "You sure you don't want some real food?"

"I'm fine! I think I'm gonna go to bed...feeling kinda sleepy." She yawned, proving her statement.

"All right, sounds good!"

Lucy started walking over to her bedroom, but turned and gave Spencer a wink. "You better have another kiss ready for me in the morning."

Spencer grinned, his heart rate picking up again. "Of course."

As she walked away, he caught himself looking at her ass again...Now, though, he didn't feel too bad about it.

~~~~~

The next morning, Spencer woke up to sunlight shining on him through the window. As he sat up and stretched, the events of the night before came back to him. Lucy had really just kissed him out of the blue...and now she was his girlfriend. He thought about how good her kisses were, how soft her skin was...how perfect her figure was and how pretty her face was...he couldn't believe they hadn't started dating sooner.

Maybe taking things slow was a good thing...But now all Spencer could think about was getting up and seeing her again.

He headed out into the kitchen and spotted her at the counter. She was faced away from him, holding something in her hand. Not being able to help himself, he quickly looked her up and down. When he did, he almost had to do a double take. She seemed slightly...different. Was it possible she had...gotten a tad thicker since last night?

"Good morning," he said smoothly as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He looked over her shoulder and saw what was in her hand...a watermelon rind. There was another on the counter, as well. She must have eaten a couple for breakfast.

She jumped a little when he hugged her, having not heard him approach. However, she quickly relaxed into his arms. "Mmh, good morning," she breathed.

"You really like that watermelon, huh?" He mused.

"Yeah..." Lucy replied, almost dreamily. "It's sooo good...it makes me feel...mmh..."

Spencer noticed that as she talked, she started to sway ever so slightly. She held onto his arms and began moving her hips back and forth, in a trance-like way at first, then deliberately. Spencer felt his heart rate pick up again.

"Makes you feel...like what?" He asked.

She was silent for a moment, but kept moving back and forth. Spencer felt her gently push her hips back into his. He could feel himself getting hard fast, and hoped to God she wouldn't notice. But she just kept rubbing her hips against him, back and forth, almost grinding on him.

Finally, Lucy spoke again. When she did, she was basically mewling. "Spencer...I've been thinking about last night, and...I know this is kinda sudden, but..."

Suddenly, she turned to face him, now looking up at him endearingly and pressing her chest into him.

"...I want to have sex with you."

Spencer's heart skipped a few beats, and he had to make sure he wasn't dreaming and that he wasn't going to pass out. "A-are you sure?"

"Yes..." she said, pulling him in close and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I can't take it any longer...I need you!"

She thrust herself forward and kissed him hard on the lips, the two embracing as their passion ignited. While making out, they stumbled over to Spencer's room, Lucy already tugging off her shorts and Spencer already unbuttoning his pants. The two collapsed on the bed, and Lucy crawled on top.

One thing was for sure- Lucy wasn't being shy about this. Spencer hadn't realized how strong her feelings for him had been. He was shocked at how fast this was all happening, but he certainly wasn't opposed.

Wasting no time, Lucy seductively grabbed her top and pulled it over her head, leaving her nude except for her lace black panties.

Holy shit, Spencer thought to himself. This time yesterday, he and Lucy were just roommates, and now he was staring at her tits. They were beautifully round and supple—bigger than he'd thought. They seemed especially pink, but he supposed it was just due to the heat of the moment.

From being with her all these years, he thought she always had a trim and flat stomach, but looking at it now she had a bit more chub than he recalled. In his mind, that only made her hotter.

"You're gorgeous..." he breathed, taking in all her curves and stunning features.

Lucy smiled and bit her lip. "You're not too bad yourself."

She leaned over and they started kissing some more. Lucy's kisses were intoxicating and sweet. Any of Spencer's concerns about the pace of their relationship were quickly replaced by mounting horniness.

Abruptly, Lucy pulled away. She leaned further over him, so that her boobs hung right in front of him. She grasped one in her hand and dangled it over his face. Spencer was no virgin—he knew what this cue meant. He took her tit in his mouth and began to suck.

Lucy seemed to really enjoy this. She arched her back and moaned, pleasure shooting through her body.

"Fuck," she panted. "It's never...hhh...felt this good to get my tits sucked before..."

Seeking to please her, Spencer kept suckling and biting. He pressed his hands into her back to push her down closer to his mouth. Lucy kept making desperate sounds of pleasure, rocking forward and back on her knees.

When he finally took a break, Lucy pulled away and sat back on her knees. She put a hand between her legs and felt at her crotch. "Mmh...I'm so wet, you're gonna make me soak through my panties..." With both hands, she reached down and started to tug at Spencer's boxers. "I need you inside me, now!"

She pulled down his underwear, letting out his rock-hard shaft. As she began pulling off her own underwear, Spencer was apprehensive. "Don't you want me to grab a condom?"

Lucy shook her head and smirked. "It's all right, I'm on the pill." She cast her panties aside and positioned herself over his waiting erection. "Now, fuck me like you mean it!"

~~~~~

Once they were finished, the two collapsed, and Lucy fell asleep in Spencer's arms. Spencer was worn out after some of the best sex of his life. He looked at Lucy almost in disbelief, holding her close and gently running his fingers through her hair. Her apparent desire for him was unprecedented but certainly welcomed. So much had happened in such a short time...was this really the same girl he'd gone grocery shopping with just yesterday?

Just then, the alarm on Spencer's phone went off, and Lucy awoke groggily. Spencer reached for his phone and checked the time.

"Ah...it's time to get ready for my shift." He groaned.

"Already?" Lucy replied, pouting. She snuggled into him more closely and held him tight. "I wish you could stay with me forever."

Spencer lightly kissed the top of her head. He sure as hell didn't want to leave either. "I know, but I need the paycheck...don't worry, I'll back tonight!"

The two peeled themselves away from each other so they could both get up and dressed. Spencer was sure to get in a nice last look of Lucy's beautiful body before she put her clothes back on. Somehow, she looked even hotter than earlier that day...like her curves had gotten fuller and more defined. Could it just be from the afterglow of sex?

Lucy lingered around as Spencer got dressed and ready to go. She followed him as far as the front door and gave him a hug and another kiss.

"Don't forget, our favorite show is on tonight, so don't be late!" She reminded him.

Spencer smiled as her as he headed out the door. "It's a date."

~~~~~

Spencer went through what seemed like the longest shift of his life. Before, he didn't really mind his job as a grocery store worker. It was easy, mindless, and paid well. However, it was different now that he had something to look forward to when he clocked out—his beautiful, sexy girlfriend waiting at home.

The events of the past day were still a whirlwind in his mind. He'd wanted to be with Lucy romantically for the longest time, but he never expected things to happen so quickly. It seemed to come out of nowhere...but he supposed if Lucy was into it, he was fine taking things fast. Besides, they were planning on watching their favorite TV show together when he got back home, so he supposed things were still somewhat normal between them.

He clocked out as soon as his shift was over and rushed home to the apartment. He wondered if Lucy was going to be as horny as she was that morning, or if she'd gotten it out of her system...either way, he was excited to get back and spend more time with her.

When he got inside, he found that most of the lights were off again. However, he did hear the TV blaring from the living room, meaning that their plans were still on for the night. Every Wednesday night, they watched a new episode of their favorite drama as it premiered. It was something they'd found in common when they moved in together and decided to make a routine each week, and finally getting together as a couple certainly wasn't going to stop that.

Lucy heard him come in the door and emerged from the living room to meet him, arms outstretched for a hug.

"You're finally home!" she said excitedly. "Just in time, the show's about to start."

As she approached, even in the dim light, Spencer noticed something different about her. Her figure seemed...different, even more so that that morning. She was still wearing the cute pajamas, except the top looked exceptionally tight. It usually fit her perfectly, but now it seemed like her tits were crammed into it. Her hips also seemed just a bit wider, and her stomach...as she came up to him, he noticed that it had a decent paunch to it. That morning he had seen some extra chub on her belly, but now it was noticeably rounded. Spencer figured that maybe she was on her period, and just bloated...but wouldn't he have noticed that when they had sex earlier?

She embraced him, and he hugged her back, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you!" He said, trying to put his observations aside. "Thanks for getting the TV on for us."

"I missed you too," she replied, giving him a peck on the lips. "Do you think you could grab the watermelon from the fridge before you come to the couch? I'm in the mood for a snack!"

"Uh...yeah, sure!" Spencer said, and she trotted away happily.

After changing out of his work clothes and into some lounge wear, he made it over to the fridge. He was beginning to think Lucy's affinity for the watermelon was a little peculiar. He liked the taste of watermelon as much as the next guy, but she seemed absolutely obsessed with it.

He opened the fridge and pulled out the tupperware. When he looked inside, he was surprised to only find three slices left. He hadn't eaten any...so that meant she'd nearly gone through that whole huge watermelon in the span of a single day.

Out of sheer curiosity, Spencer studied the slices as he carried them over to the living room. They looked just like normal watermelon slices, except for those large round seeds. What was the secret? Why was she so addicted to it?

He walked into the living room and presented the melon slices to her just as the show started. "Here you go!"

"Thanks, babe!" She chirped, grabbing the tupperware from him excitedly. She began to munch as the opening credits rolled and he sat down next to her on the couch.

"This week's episode is gonna be good," Spencer said. "Let's see if Julio finds the killer this time."

"Yeah! That would be so cool..." said Lucy, through a mouthful of melon. She expressed her contentment as she chewed. "Ugh, I can't get over how GOOOOD this is!"

Spencer watched as she chomped down the slices like they were nothing. Pink juice ran down her chin and dripped onto her torso. She must've been swallowing the seeds whole, because it would've been obvious if she were crunching into them considering their size. She just kept sucking them down like she was on a deserted island and this was the first food she'd had in weeks. By the time they reached the first commercial break, Lucy had cleaned the flesh off all three slices.

"Aaaah," she breathed, rubbing watermelon juice from her mouth with the back of her hand. She settled back into the couch, patting her slightly distended belly with both hands.

"Getting that melon was the best idea EVER. I can't believe how sweet and juicy it was!"

Spencer smiled at her. He had no reason to be worried—it was apparent she just really liked watermelon. "I'm glad you liked it."

The two returned to watching their show. It was a fantastic episode, with plenty of drama and action. There were also some scenes where the characters got hot and heavy with one another...something not too uncommon with shows of such caliber. Spencer watched intently, invested as always.

Next to him, however, he began to notice that Lucy was acting a bit strange. Usually she commented along with important points in the show, or gasped at plot twists. Tonight, though, she was being oddly quiet...for the most part. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her start to get fidgety; tapping her feet, crossing her legs then uncrossing them. She made little whimpers of sound whenever she moved, barely audible.

What caught's Spencer's attention was when she slowly tracked her hands up her torso and grabbed at her boobs. Trying to maintain some subtlety, she squeezed at them gently and repeatedly, kneading at them with her palms. Her noises got a little louder when she did this, and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter.

"Mmh...ooooh..." she cooed, audibly enough for Spencer to hear.

"You all right?" he tried to ask nonchalantly, having totally lost focus on the show at this point.

Lucy continued to massage her tits and rub her thighs together. "I'm fine, it's just...mmmhhh...I've missed you so much today..."

Spencer wasn't sure how to react. He wasn't used to being come onto so blatantly, so abruptly. Lucy turned her head to look at him, pouting her lip slightly and sporting the biggest puppy dog eyes. She was so sexy, and even if they were gonna miss the rest of their show, there was no way he was gonna turn down some more action if she was in the mood. He reached over and put a hand on her thigh, expecting her to invite him to the bedroom.

Instead, it seemed like the touch of his hand was enough to send her into a frenzy. She practically launched herself at him, kissing him passionately and wrapping her arms around him. Feeling his arousal quickly growing, Spencer held her, making out with her hard and fast. As they kissed, Lucy pushed Spencer down into the couch and crawled atop him so that she was perched on his lap. She seductively rubbed at his growing erection through his lounge pants.

"Seems like you're as ready as I am," she purred. A flustered "Yeah" was all Spencer could muster.

"Then come on," she said, voice thick with longing. "I need you now!" She began to tug her shorts down off her hips. Spencer readily did the same.

Up close, even in the dim light provided by the glow of the TV, the changes in Lucy's figure were readily apparent. Her boobs were certainly bigger than yesterday, bobbing on her chest with every movement. Her wide hips and thick thighs straddled him with ease, but she seemed not to take notice to them, nor to her noticeably bloated belly. It felt a little out of character for a girl who usually kept quite fit, but it was no problem for Spencer—he'd always liked his women a little on the thicker side, and seeing the girl of his dreams with a little extra meat on her bones was very enticing.

As she kicked her panties aside, Spencer could tell she was practically dripping wet. Seeing it only made him get harder and ready to get inside her.

Wasting no time, Lucy grabbed his erection and sat herself on top of it, moaning deeply as she felt his full length penetrate her. She planted her hands on either side of his torso and began to ride him, tiddies bouncing up and down with her movements.

"Oh...my god...you—hmmph—you f-feel incredible!" She yelped, voice catching every time her thrust inside her.

"So do you," Spencer grunted. She was so tight and wet and full of energy, just like that morning. It surprised him that he wasn't finished after the first couple thrusts. "You're so hot!"

Lucy moaned and squealed, her toes curling. It seemed like she was already building toward an orgasm. Spencer bucked his hips faster and harder, trying to keep up a good pace. He grabbed Lucy's hips and squeezed. She shuddered, reaching her climax with a shriek of ecstasy. Feeling her tighten around his shaft was enough to make Spencer reach his orgasm too, coming hard inside her.

Lucy let herself fall forward and rest against his chest, breathing heavy from the aftermath of her climax. "Hoooo...that was incredible."

Spencer held her close, panting. The exertion of their love making had made them both sweaty. "You're incredible," he breathed. "I'm so happy to finally be with you."

Lucy picked her head up to give him a long kiss. When she put her head back on his chest, she glanced over and saw credits rolling on the TV. "Sorry...looks like we missed the end of our show."

Spencer chuckled, patting her back lightly. "That's okay! We can catch up next week. This was way more fun."

"It's just..." Lucy said, biting her lip. "I've been feeling so horny lately...I can't get enough of you."

"Trust me, I don't mind."

~~~~~

As the heat of the evening wound itself down, the two got up and carried on with their nightly routines. Lucy turned off the TV and Spencer brought the empty tupperware to the sink. They went and brushed their teeth together, Lucy playfully bumping hips with him as they stood there.

When they were finished, the two said their goodnights. Spencer headed over to his room, and Lucy to hers. Watching her walk away, a part of him wished he could follow her and sleep together with her...but after dating for only a day, it was probably a bit too soon for that.

Instead he went to his room and turned off the lights to go to sleep. He couldn't help thinking about her...how attractive she was and how badly she wanted him. How her chest and ass had gotten a bit more jiggly since the other day and how it only made her that much sexier. Her slightly odd obsession with the watermelon...

Only a day, he thought...but if the days going forward were going to be anything like this, he could certainly get used to it.

~~~~~

Spencer woke up at his usual time the next morning, feeling well rested and ready to start the day. He hadn't stopped thinking about Lucy all night...had they really had sex twice yesterday? It seemed too good to be true. He was more than ready to see her again, though he doubted she would be in the mood to do anything intimate after all their action yesterday.

He got up, going through the day's plans in his head. He had another shift at work to deal with, as well as a couple errands to run. But first things first, he needed a good breakfast to start the day with.

He walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Lucy there, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he heard the bathroom door open behind him, and he turned to look. He was shocked to find Lucy standing there, completely naked.

Lucy blushed and smiled sheepishly at him. "Sorry...I took a shower and didn't feel like getting dressed yet. You don't mind, do you...?"

Spencer stood there wide-eyed, taken aback for a moment. Seeing her standing there naked was one thing, but it was her body that caught him off guard.

Overnight, her figure had changed significantly. Her boobs were even bigger and perkier than before, having gone up at least a cup size. They were unnaturally pink, more so than before, with her nipples being especially bright and saturated. He noticed that her belly looked strangely pink as well, but that wasn't all—it had swollen up a lot since he last saw her. What could have passed as simple bloating last night was a round, pronounced potbelly.

"U-uhm...no, I don't mind," Spencer muttered, unsure of what else to say. "Uh...how are you feeling today?"

"Mmm...I am really hungry!" Lucy chirped, proceeding to rub her distended belly as if its size was completely normal. She began walking past him, although her walk was slightly more waddling than before. "Is there more watermelon?"

Spencer stared at her as she strode by, captivated. Her tits and ass subtly jiggled as she walked. And her belly...it looked convincingly like that of a woman who was around five months pregnant. Looking at her, Spencer had a moment of panic. They'd had sex unprotected twice yesterday...could it be...?

No, that was impossible. Even if she had somehow gotten pregnant, she couldn't have grown that much in one day.

Trying to keep it cool, he followed her as she walked over to the fridge. "Um, actually, I think you finished the last of the watermelon last night."

"Are you serious?! Ugggggh!" Lucy groaned, strikingly distraught. "I love that stuff..."

"It's okay, I can make us an equally good breakfast! With some more substantial food, in fact..." He approached her and wrapped an arm around her, partly to console her, but also to get a better look at her. "So, how hungry are you...?"

~~~~~

A short time later, Spencer had prepared a huge breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. It was a good think he knew basic cooking skills, because Lucy had made it clear she wanted to eat a lot.

Spencer made a single pancake for himself with a couple strips of bacon. Meanwhile, Lucy stacked her plate high with three pancakes, four eggs and nearly half a dozen strips of bacon. She sat at the kitchen counter, still in the nude, and began to dig in.

Spencer stared in awe as she ate. He'd never seen her eat this much in one sitting before. She swallowed whole fried eggs like they were nothing, and took forkfuls of pancake that barely fit in her mouth. She made muffled sounds of satisfaction with each bite.

"Mmphf...oh my god, this is the best," She mumbled, while crunching on bacon. "I've been soooo hungry."

Spencer watched her take bites with one hand as her other hand casually rubbed at her belly under the table. He wanted to say something to her...ask her if it was some kind of condition, if he should take her to a doctor...or if she even noticed it at all. The latter seemed unlikely, due to her having yet to say anything about it. She just appeared overjoyed to be stuffing herself, not a care in the world. Spencer decided to keep quiet about it.

As Lucy chewed her last bite, she moaned and rolled her eyes back, as if the food was giving her some sort of erotic pleasure. With her plate totally cleared, she sighed and sat back in her chair. "Mmm...that was so good...I'm stuffed."

Spencer audibly heard her belly gurgle, and she rubbed it again. No wonder she'd grown this big, if she was willing to eat so much...

After a moment, Lucy decided to get up from her chair. Spencer watched from his seat at the counter as she heaved herself up, obviously having more weight to carry around after her big meal and with all the new growth around her body. He watched her make her way over to the sink with her empty plate and marveled at her. Even with the sudden changes, she was still strikingly hot. Her thick ass which bounced with every step, massive tits and bulging belly, all out in the open...if anything, she was even more attractive than before.

Lucy put her dish in the sink, but continued to linger there for a few moments. She put her hands on the edge of the counter, head tilted down. Spencer began to worry if something was wrong.

"Spencer..." she said softly.

Spencer got up from his chair and walked over to her delicately. Was something the matter?Was she worried about how fast their relationship was going? Was she finally going to bring up her physical changes? Was she going to accuse him of getting her pregnant?

He approached her from behind, lightly putting his hands on her waist. "What's up?" he asked.

But instead of talking right away, she began to move. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, moving her hips from side to side. Just like the other day, she was starting to grind into him. Feeling her big, naked ass rub up against him was more than enough to spark a boner.

"Spencer..." she said again, now glancing over her shoulder at him. "That big breakfast you made me...all that food...it's really making me crave something..."

She wiggled her hips at him more, noticing his growing erection. Seeing her there totally naked, grinding up against him, big and beautiful and horny...there was nothing he could do but take off his pants.

Once he'd done so, he grabbed her by the hips, fingers sinking into her doughy flesh, and thrust himself into her from behind. She yelped as his cock filled her, her thighs quivering from the sensation.

"Yes...yes!" She moaned. "Oooh, fuck me! You feel so good!"

He pounded into her as shrieked with joy and whimpered from the pleasure. Her wet pussy somehow felt more incredible every time he had sex with her, and he was more than willing to give her what she wanted.

"Keep going," Lucy moaned, gripping tight onto the counter. "I need—aah!—more!"

Spencer grunted as he thrust faster and harder, clapping against her cheeks. He reached his hands up to explore the front of her body. He held her round belly, which was surprisingly firm. She seemed to like when he did this, cooing and biting her lip as he rubbed. His hands worked their way up to her breasts, where she really got excited. He squeezed them in his hands and rubbed her nipples between his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her whole body.

"Yes—ohhh fuck, you're so good!" Lucy shrieked, her voice getting higher as she neared her climax.

"You like getting fucked, don't you?" Spencer said in a low voice, feeling a bit bold. He could also feel his own climax rapidly approaching.

"I do!" Lucy moaned. "Ohhh...mmmh...you treat me so good...I want you to fill me up!"

Spencer did as he was told, coming hard as he orgasmed. Lucy hit her climax at the same time, all her muscles tensing as her jaw hung slack.

Spencer slipped out of her, and they both slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. Spencer ran his hands up and down her waist, placing kisses on her back.

After a moment, Lucy turned around, smiling at her boyfriend and giving him a kiss on the lips. Her bulging belly, now even fuller from the big breakfast and the load he'd just shot in her, lightly grazed against his skin.

"You fucked me good," she purred. "I think I need to go lay down..."

They kissed again, and Lucy hobbled off toward her room, legs shaky from the force of her orgasm. Spencer watched her walk away, staring at her ass like he always had. He could tell she was still horny, that she could definitely handle more...but for the moment, he was spent.

He turned and went to wash his hands in the sink, but looked at his hands with some confusion. For some reason, they had a bit of moisture on them. Spencer wasn't sure what it was...Lucy hadn't been that sweaty, so could she have still been damp from her shower? It hadn't seemed that way during breakfast...

He shrugged it off, and washed his hands thoroughly.

~~~~~

For the next hour or so, Spencer went about his normal routine while Lucy took a nap in her room. He cleaned up from breakfast, showered, and got dressed. By the time Lucy got up, he was sitting on the couch, watching some TV.

He was now able to hear her come out of her bedroom, now that her steps fell heavier. He turned to see her walking toward the living room, still totally naked. She yawned and stretched her arms up high, so that her chest and belly were on full display. The...swelling, or whatever it was...had not gone down since breakfast. If anything, she now looked six months pregnant instead of five.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Spencer asked, trying to avoid blatantly staring at her tits.

"Yeah," Lucy said groggily as she entered the room. "It was nice...but now I feel like I need something..."

Spencer gulped. Oh man, was she looking to have sex again? He didn't know if his dick could take it.

"...That watermelon," she continued. "I need more of it."

Whew, Spencer thought to himself. But then, his relief was replaced with a new concern. MORE watermelon? He thought maybe a whole giant watermelon in one day was enough to satisfy her...apparently not.

"Um...all right, if you really want some, I could take you to the store." He suggested.

Lucy's eyes lit up. "We can pick one up from that guy with the stand, right?" she said excitedly.

Spencer was reminded of the suspicious stand, the one his coworker said had never even existed. "Um...I'm sorry, babe, but I don't think the stand is there anymore."

Lucy pouted. "Aww, come on, I don't believe you. Just take me!"

Spencer chuckled. If there was one thing about her that hadn't changed in the past couple days, it was her stubbornness. "All right, we can go. But you're gonna need to put on some clothes first if we're gonna go out."

~~~~~

A few minutes later, Lucy came out in her same pajama outfit. While it used to fit perfect, the top could now barely contain her breasts and the shorts looked more like underwear. It seemed a bit revealing, but Spencer supposed it may have been all she could fit in currently.

The two headed out in Spencer's car toward the grocery store. Spencer was worried about how Lucy would react when she learned the guy with the stand was gone...hopefully she'd be able to settle for 'store brand' watermelon.

As he drove, he stole glances at her in the passenger seat. Her belly, out in full view, was growing increasingly full and round. The way it so glaringly stuck out in front of her, Spencer was amazed she hadn't said anything about it. Was she embarrassed? Did she even know the cause? When Spencer had felt her belly earlier, it had felt firm...he hoped it wasn't some fast-growing tumor or something. Either way, it would probably wise to call a doctor...

As he contemplated all this, he subconsciously pulled into the store parking lot. He only snapped back to reality when Lucy yelped with glee.

"Yes! See, I told you! He's there!" She shrieked, pointing toward the store.

Spencer looked over and was shocked at what he saw. The mysterious fruit stand from the other day was back, with the same man sitting at it.

He parked the car, and almost immediately, Lucy heaved her bloated body out and started heading toward the stand. Spencer hurried after her. "Hey, babe, wait up!"

As they approached, the man at the stand smiled at them. He was older, with a grey mustache and many wrinkles.

"Well, well, I remember you two!" The man said warmly. He had no reaction to Lucy's change in appearance from the other day.

"Yeah, we remember you too..." Spencer said, maintaining a bit of suspicion. "You wouldn't happen to have any more—?"

"Melons?" The man interjected. "Of course! I think I have a great one right here." He bent down and pulled out a perfect looking watermelon from behind the booth, just as big as the last one.

Lucy almost passed out from excitement. "Mmmm, yes!! Come to mama!" She grabbed the melon in her arms and turned to walk away with it. Spencer almost stopped her to say she shouldn't be carrying something so cumbersome in her...condition, but he didn't want to offend her. Instead, he turned back to the man at the stand.

"And this is...free of charge?" He asked.

The man nodded. "Yes! It's my pleasure. You two enjoy."

Spencer paused, took a few steps away, then stopped. He turned and glared at the man again. "Hey, listen...is there anything...unusual about these melons?"

The man chuckled. "Those melons are something special. It seems like your lady friend knows it all too well."

Spencer narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The man chuckled again. "Don't you worry about it. Just enjoy the free fruit."

Spencer stared at the man's grinning face for another few moments, but ultimately he began walking back toward the car. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of Lucy. Later, when he came in for his shift, he'd confront the man more about his wares.

~~~~~

Continued in Part 2

[rafeskai]

First of all hii and congrats on your smau. I’m literally obsessed with it. Second I saw your requests are open and I was thinking about the reader being friend with Rafe and the boys since they were kids but she’d always been closer to Rafe since their families are pretty close. Unlike them she thinks the whole Kook vs Pogue thing is bullshit so she usually hangs out with the pogues too especially since Sarah started dating John B. At one bonfire Sarah leaves her alone and some guy tries to flirt with her but since she’s not interested in him she kindly rejects him but the guy becomes defensive and pretty pushy (you can make him as angry as u want I’m okay, anything you’re comfortable with). She starts panicking rlly bad and Top sees her and he tells Rafe.

The boy sees RED, especially since she’s on the verge of tears. He fights the guy and after the boys manage to take Rafe off the dude he leaves with the reader. She takes care of his wounds and he observes the fact that she’s shaking and almost crying the reason being that she’s feeling guilty. They have a super sweet but tensionate moment when she asks hm why he’s nice to her but mean to everyone else. He tells her she’s his soft spot and they hook up. 👉🏻👈🏻

I hope I didn’t gave too much or too little details. You can add whatever you think is necesarry. I just like the idea of a protective Rafe sm. And the “I hate everyone but you” trope is one of my faves.

Thank u sm, even if u end up writing this or not, thank you for taking the time to read it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Aaah thank you so much! I also love this idea! I'm in a very inspired mood and the story is ready... you can read here.

[ambrozjas]

Hiiii I really like your blog ٩( ᐛ )و could you do a johnny cade x deaf reader? thank youuu 🫶🏼🫶🏼

johnny x deaf!reader hc’s ꨄ︎

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im glad you like my blog, however i’m not very well versed in deafness but i tried my best 😭 !! i hope you still enjoy !!

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❥ if you guys just met or something, i feel like he wouldn’t get that you’re deaf at first?

❥ poor baby just thought you were probably ignoring him 😭

❥ when he does find out / understand, i think he tries to be very inclusive towards you and supports your needs

❥ at first, he writes stuff down for you

❥ but then you start teaching him sign language in his free time. it’s a little difficult at first and he gets embarrassed when he messes up, but it’ll pay off dwdw

❥ i feel like sometimes ponyboy and two-bit join in when you’re teaching johnny. but pony’s more focused on actually learning and two-bit just kinda wants to learn cuss words

❥ if you have a cochlear implant / hearing aid, i think dally would be the most insensitive about of all the boys, leading johnny to confront him. confront hims kind of an overstatement, but similar to the way how he did at the drive-in for sherri (even if dallas calls him a little shit again)

❥ whenever johnny’s alone or walking somewhere, he thinks about the times he practices with you. his mind tracing back as his hands mimic the motions he remembers you doing

❥ johnnys overall very sweet about it, and over time i think he’d def get the hang of sign language

❥ yknow how some people have the little signals they do with squeezing their s/o’s hand? like three times means ily n stuff like that? i feel like regardless if you were hard of hearing or not, johnny would do that with you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AAAH i’m sorry it’s so short !! i didn’t have that many, sorry anon :(

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[boyinatown]

GOO KIM, THE MONEY LOVER

Warning - ❪ ♡ ❫ : Minors dni, heavy explicted smut, Cockwarming, Begging, Sub x Dom, Reader is Female, Sadist x Masochist!

Pairing - ❪ ♡ ❫: Dom Fem Reader x Goo kim! sub

NSFW ! ❪ ♡ ❫

small intro! :

Goo kim loved his Money, he's selfish and won't share what is his. he always had a high image of his self, feeling a God complex. Like he's above all the Low life people..

Then why is it that a woman like you spurred these feelings deep inside of him, making him beg on his knees? kissing your ankles and the top of your feet. trailing all the way up till he reaches your thighs.

his eyes looking up at you with desperation, and your cold cruel eyes taking in his pathetic teary form. interwining your fingers into his hair tugging him up closer to your face. stopping him before he kisses your lips making the poor millionaire pout.

Cockwarming - ❪ ♡ ❫

everytime you sunk down on his lap no matter how many times you did it, the blondie always cries when you finally connect together after hours of teasing and edging. he wails hiding his face in your shoulder sinking his fangs on you. gripping your thighs scared you might move up again. you wipe away his tears and tell him he's doing so good that you can feel his dick twitch with excitement.

be careful not to tease this sweet energetic Blondie to much, or he might actually start dominating you, taking whats rightfully his and not caring about the concequences all he needs is to be buried deep inside of you. Pump pump pump his warm cum inside of you watching it drip out slowly as he's panting happy above you with a toothy grin showcasing his small fangs.

Masochist and Sadist- ❪ ♡ ❫

even though he was the second most feared man around, he was desperate to have you tease him. only sucking the tip of his cock while he's tied up not being able to thrust up or move. it stings it itches, he's trying so hard but your cruel.. poor guy's cheeks go red and a lot of whimpering falls out.

' i'll be good! i promise, please please touch me right!'

' am i not touching you right, goo? that upsets me i'm trying my best you know..-'' your voice teasing him further while making a sad face on purpose. but your getting turned on when you see tears falling down.

'no, no it's amazing..i just h-aaah want you more..'

and you oblige after all he's been nice and good, always coming back on time and getting you gifts so why not?

Reward - ❪ ♡ ❫ :

after you're done teasing him the blonde pins you down in the flash of light, his glasses hanging low and reflecting his tears. you lift your hand up to wipe them but he grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head. he starts biting on your neck and down your collarbone. you breathe heavily and he just smiles continuing his marking.

he gets back up looming over you with a mean smile, and puts your panties in your mouth to silence you.

' now it's my turn to tease you, pervert.'

I know i know it's waaaaay to short, but ivé been way to busy so..take this instead?

Goodbye y'all i'll see you soon i guess, stay safe ❪ ♡ ❫