#Even if he won’t start there I like that the coaches seem to trust him and his performance again

[jumpingsnowflakes]

Stephan is in the team for the championship in trondheim ♥️

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, some mature themes (in that it vaguely references past smut), allusion to past abusive dynamics/child abuse

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 2.7k words

Somehow, Sirius’ hand is cold even underneath the covers. 

Remus wakes with it like a cool weight in the center of his chest, fingers curled slightly with sleep. The other boy’s arm is cast over you, stretched out like Sirius had been determined even in sleep to keep you both close. 

You’re considerably warmer, sandwiched between the two boys in the large shirt you’d thrown on to slink into Sirius’ room in the early hours of the morning. You’re all crammed in tight on Sirius’ bed, chosen because it’s still intact whereas yours is now only a mattress on the floor (Remus hopes you don’t need to explain that to anyone in charge of your lodgings). Remus�� leg is only just balanced on the edge of Sirius’ mattress, and Sirius himself is lying with his backside pressed against the wall, cheek resting on the mattress as he’d evidently given up on trying to share the pillow at some point in the night. The sunlight coming in through the window plays prettily over both of your features, and Remus’ chest warms with something like—wait. There’s sunlight. Coming in through the window. 

He nearly falls out of bed reaching for his phone. 

You make a soft sighing sound, rolling forward into the space he’s left. 

“Remusss,” Sirius mumbles. “Stop moving.” 

“We need to get up,” says Remus, breathless. His voice croaks with sleep. 

“Hm?” 

“Up, up.” He pats both of you on the shoulders before devoting his efforts to Sirius, tugging the sleeping boy upright. Remus has chosen correctly, because you rouse on your own, sitting up on your elbows with a squinty, confused look Remus really wishes he had more time to admire. “We’re on in forty minutes. Did nobody set alarms?” 

You sit all the way up now, eyes going wide. “We are?” 

“Did you not set an alarm?” Sirius asks him. “I was counting on you two for that.” 

You shoot out of bed without an answer to your question. “My phone’s in my room.” Now that you mention it, Remus thinks he can hear a faint chiming coming from the room next to Sirius’. These walls must really not be very thick. You look at Remus, very much awake now. “Forty minutes?” 

“Forty minutes,” he confirms, trying to tamp down on his own panic in an effort to avoid exacerbating yours. 

You nod. “I’m going to stretch. Meet outside in ten?” 

“Alright.” Remus gives you a small smile. He doesn’t blame you for not thinking to return it as you rush out the door. He turns his attention back to Sirius, still looking half caught in a dream and like he might return to it at any moment. “Oi.” Remus gives him a hard look. “I have to go get dressed. Can I trust you not to fall back asleep?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius rubs his eyes. “I won’t miss the bloody Olympics.” 

“Good,” says Remus. He starts backing towards the door, trying to look stern while silently praying there’s no one in the hall to see him in his underwear. It had been one thing in the dead of night, but now… “Ten minutes. Get some stretching in, especially that ankle.” 

Sirius seems to come a bit more awake, lips stretching in a grin. “Yes, Coach.” 

Remus ignores his flirty eyes, though his face feels distinctly pink as he steps out the door, making his way quickly to his own room. He’d gotten a tad bossy the night before, not harsh but certainly directive, because it had seemed at times that you and Sirius were too timid to take steps by yourselves and damn it—Remus had waited long enough for what was about to happen. So out of impatience and necessity, he took charge. Sirius’ particular enjoyment of that came as a not-unpleasant surprise. 

Remus dresses quickly, grateful he doesn’t need to stretch as you and Sirius do. He fills the time instead by fetching tea and coffee from the dining hall. They don’t have any fancy coffee syrups for Sirius, but the spoiled twat will just have to make do. He finds you where you said you’d be exactly ten minutes later, already knocking anxiously on Sirius’ door. 

“Here you are.” Remus passes you your drink of choice. “He’ll be nearly ready, just give him a moment.” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Sirius gripes from inside, sounding characteristically cheerful after a rushed wake-up. 

“Oh. Thank you.” You take the drink from Remus, looking down at your other hand. He follows your gaze, and you’ve a drink carrier of your own. Three drinks identical to the ones Remus has brought. 

A little laugh tumbles out of him. “Where did you find the time to get those?” 

“Drinks are always my job.” You shrug, smiling a little. You look nervous, tension sewn into the muscles of your shoulders and preventing your happiness from reaching your eyes. Remus has the urge to drag you back into bed and soothe it out of you. “I went first thing. Had to rush my makeup, though.” 

Since dragging you to bed doesn’t seem particularly timely, Remus settles for an ardent kiss to the top of your head. He takes the other drink carrier from you. 

“You look lovely,” he says, meaning it. Your hair is smoothed away from your face, your makeup simple but dramatic, bold sweeps of eyeliner and color across your lids. Underneath your sweats he knows you’ll be wearing your costume, and the overall effect is bound to be mesmerizing enough that Remus hopes he can pay attention to your routine. “Extra drinks never hurt anyone.” 

“Alright!” Sirius’ door whooshes open. He’s made up similarly, formidable slashes across his eyes and face set in determination. “Let’s go.” 

He takes his coffee with a brief thanks. If the flavor isn’t to his liking, he doesn’t complain. This ritual, the stretched-taut tension of going to compete, should feel like coming home to Remus, but he can’t help but feel a bit odd. 

If he’d taken the time to imagine what waking up next to you and Sirius would be like, it would probably have gone a bit slower. Soft rousings, lazy kisses, maybe a fond argument about who had to get up to get tea before you all decided to stay in bed just a little while longer. Not, perhaps, quite so much of this rushing, with none of you talking to each other and Remus fighting to keep up as you and Sirius speed-walk towards the competition. 

He’s just caught sight of the boards when Sirius stops short. You falter beside him. Both you and Remus trace his gaze back to where two people, a man and a woman, are advancing on him with a steely resoluteness Remus knows but can’t place. 

“Sirius Black.” The woman seems to be leading the charge, a stormcloud of dark hair and hateful eyes. “Horrid, ungrateful child!” 

Remus blinks. The movement feels slow and dumb. You snap out of your stillness, taking several steps forward—not just in front of Sirius, but towards the woman. 

“Get out of here.” Your expression is as fierce as Remus has ever seen it. The woman’s stare catches on you for a moment, a frigid flicker of annoyance, then dismisses you. “What makes you think you can just—”

“Thousands of pounds on skating lessons,” she seethes, the cold hiss of her voice somehow louder than anyone else’s. “The best tutors, private training facilities, and after all that you neglect to invite your own family—” 

“He doesn’t have to invite you to anything,” you snarl. 

Family, thinks Remus. Yes—the dark hair, the cool, scornful eyes—this woman is Sirius is his cruelest form. His mother. 

“Sirius doesn’t have to go anywhere with you,” you go on, fervent. “You lost that privilege, both of you, you—”

Sirius never talks about his family. Ever. What does it mean, that they’re here? The way you’re speaking to them—you know them, you’ve met before, but there’s certainly no kinship there. 

“—need to leave. Leave him alone—” 

“Quiet,” Sirius’ mother spits. Her voice is like the twigs of a barren tree rattling against each other in the wind, harsh and grinding. 

Remus looks at Sirius. He doesn’t at first know why, realizing only after he does it that he’s waiting for the other boy to stand up for you. To move his body in front of yours, fiery and protective, the way he always does. But Sirius looks rooted to the spot, his expression frozen and eyes just slightly widened. A weight sinks into Remus’ gut as he remembers what you’d told him the night after he got in Sirius’ face for the first and only time. 

It’s not my place to tell you about what his life has been, you’d said, hedging. You can shout at him all you want, but just stay away from physical stuff like that.

Remus looks at Sirius’ mother, all cold fury as she tries to get closer to her son. You, continually stepping into her path, eyes blazing like some goddess of guardianship and inner strength. And Sirius, as passive as Remus has ever seen him. Afraid. 

“That’s enough.” Remus hardly recognizes his own voice when it comes out. It’s harder than any he’s used as your coach, harder even than the one he’s used on himself. Sirius turns to him in surprise, but you keep your eyes on the woman in front of you, unyielding. “No one,” he says, “no one, regardless of their relations, comes in here and harasses my athletes. You will leave, or you will be escorted out.” 

If possible, the woman’s expression grows colder. “How dare you. My husband and I are—” 

“You two,” Remus ignores her for a moment, softening his voice some to address you and Sirius. You turn now, eyes flickering to Sirius first as if to check he’s okay, “go get ready by the boards. I’ll meet you there in just a moment.” 

There’s not much left for you to do to get ready, but Remus knows better than anyone the importance of having a clear head before competition. Neither of you need to be here for this. 

Remus waits as you nod, going back to Sirius and looping your arm through his before continuing towards the boards, keeping yourself purposefully between Sirius and his mother all the while. Remus watches you go, and then he turns to face Mrs. Black. 

Remus has never gotten to kick anyone out of a rink before. It’s a significant mood-booster. The way Walburga—he’d learned her name when she’d shrieked it at the staff no less than a dozen times, endeavoring madly to gain some favor from her surname, which Remus had never heard before Sirius but in Walburga’s mind apparently ought to have the lower classes bending over backwards—had screeched and threatened as she and her husband had been dragged out was almost enough to make Remus regret sending Sirius away so he couldn't witness it himself. But, of course, Sirius is always better off with you. 

Evidence of this arises as soon as Remus finds you. You’ve both shed your sweats, your matching costumes and makeup making you look nearly a mirror image. Sirius’ head is cupped between your hands, your foreheads bent together as you whisper to him ardently. 

“Fuck. Them.” You push your forehead into his. 

“Yeah.” Sirius’ brow is furrowed, his eyes closed. “Fuck them.” 

There can only be a minute or so before you’re supposed to go out and perform, but Remus hangs back. Letting you have this, he thinks, might prove more effective than anything he could say. 

“They don’t deserve you,” you tell Sirius firmly, “they never did. You’re here because of your hard work, not because of anything they gave you.” 

Sirius takes a breath. Pushes it back out. “I know.” 

Remus’ heart gives a painful squeeze for the both of you. As though by some sixth sense, Sirius looks up, blue eyes landing on his. 

“They’re gone,” Remus says. You let out a breath, expression easing, but Sirius only nods. Remus draws closer. “You alright?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius replies. He turns, catching sight of the staff member coming to tell you it’s your turn. “Let’s do this.” 

Remus watches you two go out onto the ice, hoping he looks more confident than he feels. He doesn’t doubt your ability to perform well—he never could, after all he’s seen from you these past several weeks—but you’re angry and Sirius is something else, neither of you collected enough to summon the focus you need to pull this off. Remus forces himself to take a deep breath as you finish your loop around the rink and come to a stop in your starting position, telling himself he’ll be happy for you no matter what. 

He should have had more faith in the both of you. 

As soon as the music starts it’s like the confusion of the past few days is wiped away entirely. You’re the same as you were, as you’ve always been, gliding alongside each other like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. The only difference is that the energy between you that’s always been there has shifted ever so slightly. Still love, but fuller now. Actualized. 

Your costumes, gauzy layers of deep indigo, billow behind you to create the impression that you’re actually painting on the white canvas of the ice, each step a brushstroke done with intention and artistry. You and Sirius sweep around each other, undulating and circling and drifting apart before coming back. Your blades hit the ice after each jump like a crash of cymbals, perfectly on beat. 

Towards the end of the routine, Sirius takes your hand in his. You start to circle him, backwards, one skate off the ground. Remus tenses as Sirius lowers himself into a squat, looking at you down the length of your arm. There’s not so much as a flicker in either of your expressions as he lowers you all the way. 

Remus draws in a sharp breath of cold air. 

You adjust beautifully, your training taking over to guide you through a move you’ve never practiced, back arched and skirt fluttering in front of you. You go through a few rotations that way before Sirius lifts you up and propels you seamlessly into a spin. The death spiral finishes out flawlessly. 

For just a second after your spin, you catch Remus’ gaze, eyes smiling as if to say, See?

He beams. 

Remus is still beaming when he meets you in the kiss and cry, feeling soppy and ridiculous and overwhelmingly proud. 

“That was brilliant,” he says, taking you by the shoulders when you make it to him first. You’re smiling too, radiant, eyes sparkling as sweetly as the day he met you. He squeezes you warmly. “Brilliant.” 

He catches hold of Sirius next, cupping his neck with both hands. The other boy’s eyebrow twitches, a sheepish smile coming to his face. 

Remus laughs, “Prick,” and kisses him in the center of his forehead. 

You make an ill-contained squealing sound, throwing your arms around them both. “I knew you’d do it,” you say, putting your lips to Sirius’ cheek, overflowing with happiness. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

Sirius gives a short laugh. He’s no doubt enjoying the onslaught of affection, but he rolls his eyes anyway. “Yeah, sure. Just ask next time.” 

[ericityyy]

Hello dear, i dont know if your tired of young sheldon requests but if you are im so sorry, i promise that for future requests it will be another fandom. But i was just thinking about georgie with a female reader where she is very protective over missy and makes sure she is not forgotten or less than sheldon, which george finds very cute.

Thank you so much

𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 600

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

“Y/N, do you think I can join the baseball team?” Missy asked with an insecure look on her face. She’s been meaning to join the baseball team for some time and was about to talk to her father about this, but then she decided to consult Y/N first.

Y/N stopped putting nail polish on the younger girl’s feet to look at her. Missy, although she may always seem fierce, doesn’t change the fact that she’s still a little girl who sometimes doesn't get that much attention from her parents. The attention most of the time is to scold her.

Don’t get Y/N wrong; Mary and George are great parents, but a lot of the time, they don’t have much trust in Missy and Georgie, and for good reasons too since most of the time, the two of them have been troublemakers. However, that doesn't change the fact that they feel inferior to Sheldon due to how their parents treat him. It has always been Sheldon who gets most of the attention.

“I think if that coach won’t let you in the team, I’ll go there myself and give him a piece of my mind.” Y/N finished polishing Missy’s nails, looking proud as ever seeing the girl’s beaming smile. “You are great with the sport, and if he can’t see that, then that old guy must be having some sight problems.”

Missy teared up at her words. She has always treated Y/N like a sister, even before Georgie and she started dating. Y/N always had Missy’s back, when Mary praised Sheldon or when George made comments about Georgie and Missy being less than Sheldon.

Missy doesn’t have a team. Not until Y/N came.

“You always are so kind to me.” Missy sniffled, causing Y/N to coo at her, bringing the crying girl into her arms. “Thank you for being here with me when I need you. You’re my team.”

Y/N pulled away from the hug to wipe the girl’s tears away, giving her a warm smile. She then stood up and grabbed a baseball bat before throwing the ball softly at Missy’s bed. “How about you and I play some ball before you go to your tryouts?”

The two girls didn’t notice that Georgie was at the doorway, leaning, "Well, aren’t you two sweet?”

Missy and Y/N turned at Georgie, the former standing up from her bed and grabbing the ball before running outside her room shouting, “Come on, Y/N!”

Y/N laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm, then turned to her boyfriend, who was smiling at her, and asked, “What is it?”

Georgie shook his head, standing up straight and walking toward the girl, who had a baseball bat on her shoulder and a hand on her waist. Georgie, at this point, decided that he was deeply in love with her. “Nothing.” He put his hands on her waist. “I just love how you’re always there for my sister; you have always protected her, and I love you for it.”

The boy kissed his girl’s cheek, noticing the slight pink hue appearing on her skin as he smirked playfully. He still has that effect on her.

“Well, what can I say? I’m the big sister she never had. I am what you call a sister by heart.” Y/N proudly, albeit teasingly, put a hand over her chest where her heart is, closing her eyes with a smile on her face. Georgie rolled his eyes, despite the chuckle that left his lips.

"Yes, you are, darling. Yes, you are.”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

hi, i’m sorry this is short but i can’t really think of anything else. but i hope you like this though :>

i’m also fine with the georgie requests!! but yeah i do wish i get to write other fandoms though… it’s okay though!! i enjoy writing georgie cooper imagines!!

[obsessive-valentine]

Yandere!Hockey player x F!Figure skater

A Ice Hockey player takes a interest in the new girl, he’s determined to prove he’s not some lowlife-stereotypical popular kid but rather a man who can protect you and begins to set you up to be in a relationship with him. This ones a pretty subtle yandere.

You recently moved to a new town with your family and being a figure skater you had to not only find a new school but also a new ice rink to practice. Although your school seemed to have a pretty big hockey team that also used this rink so you had to work around them, this meant sometimes leaving school early for these lessons before the school team showed up or coming in late as they were leaving.

Today however you were particularly early leaving you to sit on the bench waiting for the hockey team to pack it in, you distracted yourself with with your phone or a book but you seemed to also be distracting one of the players in particular. He knew you from some of his classes but you never acknowledged each other, mostly because he was apart of the annoyingly loud and popular boys, and he along with his friends know for throwing parties and dating around- they didn’t even bother to pretend to take school seriously it was just a place to hang out and poke fun at people.

You however were comfortable with the small but friendly group you’d been accepted into when you joined the new school, you avoided drama and most parties -preferring to be ice skating or hanging out with your friends. So he was a bit confused why you seemed to be capturing his attention so much, you were quite the opposite of his ex-girlfriends. “What’s wrong with you!? Get your head in the game!” He was snapped back into reality by being told off by his coach, he huffed in response and his eyes darted back to you before joining the game again. You had glanced up to see the commotion and briefly locked eyes with him before going back to what you was doing.

“Someone’s in love” his friend teased coming up behind him only to be shoved back in response “piss off” he grumbled. He kept his eyes on the puck the whole game not trusting himself to look up again, and before he knew it his coach was calling it a day. “Come one let’s go can’t keep buddy’s girlfriend waiting can we now?” his friend once again picking the bear figuratively and literally, it took all his strength to not shove him once again, in fact he didn’t even respond just turned his back and made his way off the rink followed by the team.

He was disappointed in himself, letting a girl come between him and his team until he looked over at you once more as he left for the lockers, you were lacing your skates obviously a bit annoyed at the comments from the boys poking fun at you and him, but damn were you pretty even when you were angry.

You darted out on the ice once the team was gone and made a mental note to come way later so you don’t bump into them again, because god that was awkward. You had the ice to yourself as it was late and you only really trained with your coach on weekends unless you chose to compete, so you stuck your earphones in and went through routines and tricks you’d like to brush up on.

20 minutes had gone by and when you looked up you saw the hockey player standing sheepishly by the shirt wall dividing the rink from the bleachers, you took a earphone out to question him but between you catching your breath and taking it out he had already started to explain “I literally just came in here I swear I’m not a creep... I just wanted to say sorry” he started, you was about to tell him it’s okay so he’d leave but he cut you off again “you’re in my science class right?”

“Yeah and a few others” you sighed to yourself realising it won’t be so easy to get him to leave “oh sorry I don’t really pay attention to much it’s nothing personal. But really they can be asses but they don’t mean harm, maybe I can make it up to you though?” He had a certain charm for such a seemingly tough guy and admittedly very hot, but you didn’t know him aside from the loud jokes he made, him and his friends rough shoving each other into lockers in the hallways, or the rumours of what girl he was hooking up with during a party.

“I don’t know, it fine really we can just leave it at that” you wasn’t sure you wanted to hang around a guy like that, but then again you never saw him pick on people, or continue provoking after a teacher tells him off, he wasn’t as crude as other popular people you’ve come across. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. “Please just umm, do you walk back home? It’s getting dark and I can drive you” he seemed so desperate to make it right, it seemed so out of character especially over something so small.

“I’m gonna be here for another 20 minutes at least, and I’m not getting in your car, I don’t know what you’re like” you said bluntly making hhis eyes widen in realisation “oh right you no that makes sense, okay I get it I’ll get outta your hair but I promise I’ll make it up to you” god did he feel stupid, offering a girl, that he could very well overpower, to join him in his car. ‘Now she probably thinks I’m some lowlife like the rest of them’ he though to himself as he got into his car.

The whole way home he brainstormed some ways to get closer to you, he could pass up this opportunity.

...

“Hey there you are!” Like a relentless puppy he jogged to catch up to you in the hallway “Hi, you’re really hard to find, I mean there is a couple hundred people in this school” you stared at him confused “right um can we maybe hang out for a bit, maybe we can eat lunch together” he could see that you were going to try gently decline “-BECAUSE, I really need your help with” he took a deep breath trying to come up with something “History, yeah history, please it would be a great help”

“fine I guess” you suppose one hour with him can’t go to bad, just let him copy your notes and eat your lunch. However you both spent most of the hour talking, he showed you pictures of his dog thinking it would loosen you up and encouraged you to talk about yourself, eventually you stopped trying to shift the topic back to history and talked to him like he was a friend.

“I’ll see you at the rink?” He smiled back at you, hopefully, he was falling deeper and deeper for you “maybe I will” you blushed a bit packing your bag faster to make it to class. “Good” he said more to himself before leaving.

...

Every now and then he would check the bleachers, hoping to see you, until he did, you gave him a smile as you sat and he waved back, you couldn’t see it under the mask but his smile could very well have reached his ears. He hung back once again, once his team cleared out you joined him on the ice “nice of you to join me, starting to wonder if you would show up at all” he joked.

He spent this time trying to get closer to you once again, he begged you to show him tricks, some he attempted half-assed to get a laugh out of you, then you both raced from one end to the other after some provoking on his part, and after a long talk he asked once again “can I maybe drive you home today?” He hopefully looked to you, you gave it a long thought “I guess so, only if you don’t mind waiting around a while longer for me to actually get some practice in” you gave into him.

He grinned hard “that’s alright with me, I’ll be back in a bit take all the time you need” he took off to the changing room, you trust him more than you did just a few days ago, you talk to him and not so begrudgingly anymore, hell you even entertained him messing around with you for over half an hour. This was significant progress to him.

He rushed to sit back on the bleachers and watch you skate for a bit. He couldn’t stop thinking if this is what it’s like to be so truly in-love, is this what they mean by love at first sight. Every conversation with you made him more sure and sure you were so much more than any of the past girls he’s messed around with even the most serious of relationships would never come close to how he felt with you.

But he’s getting ahead of himself- ‘baby steps’ he had to remind himself, he’s not going to ruin this. He walked you to his car and opened the door for you, this was the start of something. He’s driving you to your house today but soon it will be his house to hang out then hangouts will become sleepovers and sleepovers will become... well he’ll pass that stage when he gets there. For now he’ll treasure the beginning of a long loving life together, he’s sure of it.

[theharddeck]

your love is the love i need || chapter 4/4

pairing: javy machado x femme reader (no y/n), callsign Cross

summary: Javy keeps his promise to feed and fuck Cross.

warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – y'all know who and how I am, so we have dirty talk, explicit PiV sex, f!receiving oral sex, overstimulation, truly just a smidge of body insecurity (like not even a full paragraph, just the natural ramifications of existing in the same space as Javy Machado), i don't even know the tag/tropey name for it, but he's too big/some discomfort/some coaching to fit? size kink of course follows, but that defs happens.

length: 6.7k

A/N: took me approx 900 years to finish it BUT WE DID IT thank you to everyone who cheered for, beta-ed, sent HCs, sent vibes, or anything else to make this fic happen. i'm so glad we all fell so hard for this version of Javy; I just adore him.

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

The day seemed to last forever. 

Jake flew especially recklessly, Mav took personal offense at that, and everyone suffered the consequences. Hours of drills led to hours of debriefing, followed by exhausted locker-room showers and when you finally, finally, made it off base, you were almost too tired to remember Javy’s promise. 

Almost. 

Tonight, after I’ve fed you…

You were cooking asparagus on the stove, and you snuck a glance at Javy, melting butter in a pan beside you. He’d followed you back from the base, and looked seventy different kinds of handsome, standing in your kitchen. An apron was stretched across his chest, covering his turtleneck and slacks, and you were glad you’d changed into a pretty dress. It wasn’t how you normally dressed off base, but you liked the contrast the two of you made–dressed fancy, barefoot in the kitchen, cooking. 

Every now and then, one of you would move past the other, and the lingering touches let you know you were both excited about the night. 

Dinner came together quickly – gnocchi and asparagus in browned butter and sage, and Javy made a show out of pulling out your chair for you. You pressed your lips together, trying to quell the sappy smile that threatened to overtake your face. Who pulled out chairs anymore?? Javy did – Javy who’d brought groceries, who looked like a GQ cover model, who listened when you spoke and made you feel like there was no place he’d rather be. 

A part of you had wondered if there’d be any lingering awkwardness after this morning, but that hadn’t been the case. You’d just fallen into a rhythm of being near each other that felt so natural, and you’d be nervous it was too-perfect, if you didn’t trust Javy so much. 

After dinner, you slipped into the living room to change the vinyl in the record player, and a moment later, you heard the tap in the kitchen. 

When you came back into the kitchen, Javy was standing at the sink, doing dishes like it was natural. 

“We can use the dishwasher,” you protested, feeling bad that he’d essentially made you dinner while you boiled water for vegetables, but he just shook his head. 

“Won’t take long,” Javy shrugged. “Might as well, you know?”

So of course, you grabbed a dishtowel. 

And this was the dangerous part: doing dishes. Because it didn’t feel like a date, it felt like everything you wanted. Because nights out were glamorous, but someone to clean a kitchen with? Someone who’d bump his elbow against yours, just to make sure you knew he was there, was curious how you were doing. You thought of what he’d said this morning, before everything, about how perfect waking up had been, and you shook your head at him, when he handed you the last plate. 

“I need you to ruin it,” you told him. 

Javy frowned, confused. “Ruin what?”

“Tonight,” you said. “It’s literally the perfect first date, and it’s setting impossible expectations.”

Javy grinned, a lazy smile that was just shy of proud. “Perfect, huh?”

You couldn’t even give him a hard time; it had been. You handed him the towel to dry his hands and started moving around the kitchen to put away plates. 

You didn’t hear him move, but after you’d put the glasses back in their cabinet, he was right behind you when you turned around. One of his warm hands closed around yours, and he pulled you into the middle of the room, shuffling slightly, and the music from the record player filtered into the room, now that the sink wasn’t running, and dishes weren’t clattering. As Jake Isaac sang about waking up to forever, you smiled against the front of Javy’s sweater. 

“This is the opposite of ruining it,” you said into the cashmere, and his chest shook as he chuckled. 

“That was kind of the point,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. 

Of course he was a dance-in-the-kitchen person. 

It wasn’t the most elegant, but it was sweet and gentle, and you loved that he’d made this moment for you both. After the frantic intensity of the morning, after the grueling longevity of the day, after the classic romance of dinner, this was just the perfect nightcap. 

The song faded into another, and Javy spun you slightly in his arms. You smiled to yourself when he twirled you back into him, you back to his front, his arms wrapping around you like a hug. It was the kind of dance that made you feel like you were on a film set in the 40s, all glamorous and elegant, despite what the stars of the time looked like. You swayed together, arms crossed in front of your chest, and you felt his head lower to rest his temple against the side of your face. 

The record faded, and Javy spinned you back. You went out, following his lead, and when he pulled you back to him, the kitchen was quiet as you stood facing each other. You tilted your head, looking up at him. So handsome, so perfectly beautiful, in the dim under cabinet lights. 

He stepped closer to you, moving slow because he was a tease and knew how close desire was lingering under the surface for both of you. His long fingers curled around the back of your neck, prompting you to come closer to him, and you did. He smiled just before he kissed you, something like relief in his eyes, and you understood when his lips brushed over yours.

He kissed you gently, like he was determined to enjoy it, like this was the indulgence he wanted for the night. You felt another hand settle on your jaw as he cradled your face, like you were precious, and your hand slid over the soft material of his turtleneck, resting on his chest. It felt like a fairy tale kiss, romantic and sepia-toned, and you loved it.  

When you broke apart, you were only breathing slightly harder than normal, it’d been that sweet. You looked up at him, your lips tingling and your heart beating fast, and you knew it was time–you wanted good on that promise. 

You weren’t sure what your expression looked like, but whatever Javy read on it had him pulling you back in. 

This kiss was different– charged, hungry. When Javy’s tongue swept over your bottom lip, you opened for him, and he hummed in approval. He deepened the kiss with a confidence that had your head spinning, and your hands crept up from his chest to smooth over his shoulders. His had fallen to your waist, and his big hands were holding you tight to him, and you loved that you could feel how close he wanted you. 

You didn’t break the kiss, but you did step back, pulling him with you. Javy followed you automatically, and you felt his step falter when you took another, walking backwards. 

“You sure?” he asked, his voice a whisper against your lips, and you nodded instead of speaking. You wanted this, and him checking in only confirmed that. Your fingers twined together and he followed you to your room; when you pulled him, he sat on the edge of your bed. 

You liked him here, his soft eyes and broad body taking up space that you always thought of as yours. You stepped between his spread thighs, close as you could get to him, and Javy’s hands trailed up your legs. His touch was light, almost reverent, and goosebumps prickled in his wake, as his fingers traced higher. When his hands trailed unobstructed to your waist, his breath caught, and his fingers traced back over your hips, double checking, before Javy’s hands gripped your hips loosely. 

“Are you serious?” he whispered, his voice almost gruff, and when you tipped your head to the side, shrugging lightly, and Javy groaned. 

Not wearing panties had apparently been the move. 

His hands spanned from your hips to the curve of your ass, and Javy leaned up to nudge the neckline of your dress down with his nose. Your head tipped back as he pressed wet kisses over the upper curve of your breasts, his hands gripping you tightly, almost possessive. Before long you were squirming, entranced by his soft touches, but needing more. 

You reached back to unzip your dress and Javy stilled, sitting back. You tried not to be nervous, but when the zipper reached the bottom stop, you couldn’t make yourself move to push the dress off your shoulders. You had a decent amount of self confidence, but Javy was…Javy. The kind of perfect that wouldn’t show imperfections if he were on a billboard in Chelsea, much less in the muted light of your bedroom. 

You looked into his eyes, read the desire and admiration there, and you bit your lip, suddenly shy. Javy sat up straighter, pressing his mouth to yours in a reassuring kiss. He was so sweet, his mouth felt so good, and you felt his kiss reassuring you. 

“Let me see you, gorgeous,” he murmured, and you nodded, shaking your shoulders so the dress fell. Javy kissed you as the dress pooled over his hands, still gripping your ass like he couldn’t let go of it, and you felt the last of your worries melt away. He wasn’t here because he expected you to look a certain way, but because he wanted you, period. 

He let go of you to let the dress fall, and the moment it was over his hands, he pulled you closer to him. His mouth trailed down the edge of your bra, his tongue teasing under it to lap at your skin, each caress a promise. The feeling of his tongue over, around, through, the lace was maddening, and your hands gripped his shoulders. Javy kissed between your breasts, and then he kissed you over the bra. You clamped your lips shut to trap a whimper as you felt his tongue teasing you through the lace, and you reached back to undo your bra as well. 

“Beautiful,” Javy breathed, and then his mouth was on you again. His lips moved over your breasts and his hands tightened on your ass, and you felt every touch, ever caress. His tongue flicked over one of your nipples, and you squirmed, lifting your head to look down at him. 

His eyes were closed.

As he kissed you, as he felt you, Javy’s eyes were closed like he was lost in the pleasure of pleasuring you, and your desire ratcheted higher. His teeth scraped over your nipples, and you were ready for more.

“Jay,” you gasped, and he made a sound low in his chest, like approval. 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he asked, pulling back slightly to look up at you. Your heart flipped at the sight of him, his lips swollen from kissing you, his eyes hooded from his own desire.

You tried to think of a way to say ‘everything’ that wasn’t terribly cliche, but came up blank. Whatever was written on your face, Javy’s jaw clenched when he read it, and he smiled up at you. 

“Get on the bed then, yeah?” he said, and you scrambled to follow his ask. 

Javy stood up, pulling his sweater over his shoulders in a movement that looked like it should be in an Ambercrombie TV spot. You couldn’t believe this man was in your room, and you settled back against the comforter, 

“Jesus, baby,” Javy said, his voice lower than you’d heard it before, “What you do to me…” 

Your thighs pressed together tightly to hide your arousal, and how bad you needed him, just from some light petting and kisses. You didn’t even need to ask what he meant, you knew, and you felt the same. Javy undid his belt, holding eye contact as he pulled it from around his waist. 

You thought he’d crawl over you, but instead he closed a hand around your ankle, and pulled you. You squealed as he yanked you down the bed, and before you could register what he was doing, he’d knelt beside it, spreading your thighs around his head. 

“Been waiting all day for this,” he said quietly, more to himself than you, and you propped yourself on your elbows to look down at him. Not that he was looking at you, he was just staring at your cunt, spread before him, arousal pooling and he hadn’t even touched you. 

“Please, Javy,” you whispered, and his eyes fluttered, before flashing up to you. His lips spread in a smile, and he held your eyes as he leaned into you. His breath ghosted over you and your mouth dropped open, you were panting, near breathless in anticipation, and you still weren’t ready for when he touched you.

Your head fell back against the mattress as Javy licked you. A moment later you felt his hands on your thighs, pulling you apart and holding you in place as he practically drank from you. His tongue spread your folds, traced over you and your back arched when he found your clit. He moaned, sending vibrations through you, and you shivered. 

“Fuck, honey,” Javy said, “You taste so good.”

You moaned at his words, and a moment later he was back between your thighs. His tongue teased, stroked, pulled, and when he sucked, your body keened. His elbow pressed across your lower stomach, pining you to the bed, holding your thighs apart with his shoulders as he ate you out. He learned the caresses that you responded to, and then you were nothing but responsive. He licked and you trembled, he kissed and you whimpered, he sucked and you moaned. He had no right being this good, but he was better, and your hips grinded into his mouth, needing him. 

“Javy,” you cried, squirming when he didn’t let you move. 

“Need something, baby?” Javy teased, and your eyes rolled back at the thickness in his voice. 

“Want to come,” you whimpered. “Please, you feel so good–”

“Anytime you want, honey,” Javy soothed, his voice muffled by your pussy. God, how were you gonna get through drills with him, now that you knew how his voice sounded when he was swallowing your arousal. It was so hot, he was so hot, and you felt restless, desperate. 

“Jay,” you whimpered, and his hands shifted. They slid up your thighs, wrapping around the backs of your knees and he folded your legs back, pressing you into the mattress. 

He had you practically bent in half, a position more a testament to his strength than your flexibility, and you felt your core tightening at the absolute power he had over you. You moaned as his mouth closed over you again, slurping obscenely, like you were a feast spread out for him and he was starving. 

And he was drinking from you like this was for him. Like burying his face in your pussy was all he wanted, all he needed, and he was just as desperate for it as you were.

“Come for me, baby,” he mumbled into your cunt. “Let me taste it, been desperate for it since this morning, but now it’s mine, let me have it–”

His tongue and his words pushed you higher and when his mouth closed over your clit, sucking, you shattered. Your orgasm swept over you, thighs shaking, mewling sounds falling from your mouth and Javy fucking groaned into your cunt. 

“Fuck, honey, you taste so good,” he moaned. “So beautiful, such a pretty pussy, and you did so good for me...”

You were obsessed with how he sounded, how he felt and your orgasm ebbed into a tide of needing him, more of him. You reached for him as your head cleared, pushing him away from your still throbbing pussy, and pulling him up. 

God, you loved how his shoulders felt under your fingers. He was so warm, supple, and you knew how good his hugs were, but you were ready for another kind of embrace. You reached for his pants with shaking hands, and Javy chuckled at your enthusiasm before helping you. As his pants slid down his thighs, he reached for the pocket, but you stayed his hand. 

“I’m clean,” you said, your voice hoarser than you thought it’d be. Maybe you’d been making more noise than you thought. If the way Javy’s eyes darkened as he heard it were any indication, he liked how you sounded like this. 

“Me too,” he said, after a moment. 

“Then I don’t need that,” you said, lifting your chin at the slacks, and the condom presumably in a pocket somewhere, “if you don’t.”

You hadn’t realized much Javy was a creature of motion until the moment, when he went completely still. 

“You want me,” he said, his voice so fucking low, so hot, “bare inside your pussy?”

The temperature of the room shot up 15 degrees, you were absolutely sure of it. 

“Please,” was all you could manage, and then Javy tackled you. 

You would’ve laughed, but you were too distracted by how much of his warm body was covering yours. Strong arms, broad thighs, tight stomach, all pressed up against you, as his mouth found yours for an eager kiss. 

You tasted yourself on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth, your hands covering as much of his skin as you could reach. You felt his muscles ripple under your touch–shoulders, back, abs–as you smoothed over his body, trailing down to his boxers. 

After the amount of time he’d spent with your ass earlier, you figured it was only fair to return the favor. Your fingers snuck under the edge of his boxers, slid around to push them over his butt, squeezing experimentally as you did. Javy’s hips slammed forward at your caress and you both gasped. 

He felt huge. 

Maybe it was the angle, him over you, maybe it was the fact that he was between your thighs, but you were breathless at how he felt. You rolled your hips and you groaned as you felt the hard, hot, length of him press against your core, even through the thin cotton of his boxers. 

Javy shucked them off the rest of the way and when he resettled between your hips, you glanced down. You could feel yourself salivating at the sight of his hard dick against your stomach. Everything about Javy was beautiful, you knew that already, but it was one thing to watch him take himself into his hand across a kitchen, and another to see his fat cock against your body. You felt hyper aware, needy, like your whole body was begging to feel the stretch of him, and when Javy pushed off of you to line himself up, it took everything in you to not try to work yourself onto him early. 

When you looked back up at Javy, you were breathless for another reason. He looked fond and smug and amused all at once, and you were just so infatuated with his handsome self. You were trying to come up with something snarky when he moved, his cock sliding between your folds, teasing both of you. Your eyes fell shut at the perfect motion. He was so thick, so hot, it was going to be a hell of a stretch, but you were desperate for it. 

He pulled back, and then pushed against you again, and you actually whined. He laughed, amused, and lined himself up, and then neither of you were laughing. 

When his cock breached you, you couldn’t lay still. 

Your hands scrambled over the bed, scratching sheets and needing to be grounded, anchored, something to help you take the gorgeous pressure of his hot dick. He felt so good, so big and so steady, and your mouth fell open as he pressed in. 

“Fucking Christ,” Javy swore, his voice sounding gone. “You’re so tight, honey, shit.”

You whined, trying to cant your hips to take him, willing your body to give. Your skin felt hot, feverish and you worked your hips for a moment, desperate. He was bigger than anyone you’d been with before, but you’d also already come, and surely it’d be fine–Javy moved again and you winced at the pressure.

This couldn’t be happening. 

You pressed your lips together, knowing you were wet, knowing it was going to be a stretch…but the discomfort only grew.  God, how was this happening? You wanted him so badly, you knew he’d feel good, but Javy pulled back to press into you again and your stomach dropped. 

“Wait,” you gasped, your hands curling into fists against his shoulders. Javy froze, immediately, and it only made you feel worse. You hated this, you wanted to be good enough, you wanted to feel him, why couldn’t you just take it. 

“Cross?” Javy asked, worry clouding his voice and you felt awful. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, embarrassed, covering your eyes with your hands. You knew it wasn’t your fault, or even his, but you still felt like you’d done something wrong, like you should be able to just take him. 

“Hey, hey,” Javy said softly, and he pulled out gently, but you couldn’t stop the wince when the pressure eased. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

You felt the bed shift as Javy moved, settling to sit against the headboard, and immediately pulling you into his arms. You went easily, preferring hiding in his chest to hiding behind your hand, and Javy’s arms were reassuring around you. He was so warm, and you appreciated that he didn’t seem at all frustrated, only concerned that you were okay.  

“Cut that apology shit out right now,” he murmured against your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You knew he was right, but you hated that you felt this way. Your body was throbbing, desperate to take him, wanting to feel him, but you just…couldn’t. You felt yourself calming down as he continued to hold you, and you could tell Javy felt you settling too. 

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, and your heart thumped, knowing he would. God, he was such a good guy, to jump straight to suggesting you guys stop, rather than trying to find alternatives. 

“I don’t,” you said, truthfully. “I want to be able to take you, I want to keep trying, but I also don’t want it to hurt.”

“Baby…” Javy pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you hated that you could hear in his voice that he felt bad. 

“Can we try another position?” you asked, before he could start apologizing for something that was no more his fault than yours. 

“Whatever you want,” Javy agreed, and you pulled back to look at him. He meant that, he really did. You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling sheepishly as you pulled back. 

“Why don’t I try being on top?” you suggested.

Javy’s eyes closed and he drew in a slow breath through his nose. 

“Have I told you lately you’re my dream girl?” he asked, and you smiled. 

“I don’t think you’ve told me ever,” you pointed out, not at all bothered by the fact, flattered by it, more than anything. You pushed yourself off his chest, swinging one leg to settle over Javy’s lap, and you were stilled by his hand on your chin. When you met his eyes, his expression was one of utmost sincerity. 

“You are my dream girl,” he said, and despite everything – the fact that you were naked, the fact his head had been between your thighs, the fact his cock was leaking precum between you – that was what made your skin heat. 

You reached between you, your finger running over the length of his dick. 

“Even if I can’t take this right now?” you asked, hating the uncertainty in your voice. 

“No matter if,” he corrected, “you can’t take this right now.” 

His breath caught as your finger traced a vein, but he didn’t look away. He meant it, you realized, and it only made you more determined to take him. You could do it. 

Javy leaned back against the headboard and you positioned yourself over him, guiding his cock to your entrance. You licked your lips and pressed down until it hurt–only a short distance, but it wasn’t as overwhelming this time, because you were entirely in control. 

Javy’s hands smoothed down your side, settling on your ass again, and your lips quirked into a smile, amused that Javy Machado was an ass man. You worked your hips slightly, trying to stretch yourself out, and reached between your thighs to play with your clit. 

Javy groaned.

You looked up at him, but he wasn’t looking at your face; his eyes were glued to where your hand was rubbing over your clit. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Javy mumbled, almost entranced, and you smiled at his sweet admiration. You spread your fingers into a v, feeling around where he was pressing into you, smoothing back up to your clit. 

“Can’t believe–” he broke off, shaking his head. “I got to see you come this morning, and then on my face, and now I get to watch you work yourself onto my dick.”

He said it like it was an honor, like you weren’t working yourself onto the biggest cock in Uncle Sam’s navy, like it was his privilege. His admiration warmed you, worked through you as your fingers brushed over your clit. You felt your knees slide further apart as you were able to take more of him. The extra inch felt like yards, but it felt so good, so right, to take him into you. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he promised, and you realized his hands on your ass were lifting, helping. He was taking some of the weight off your thighs, literally holding you in his hands, so you wouldn’t be pressured to take him too fast. 

“So big, Javy,” you panted. “God, you’re stretching me so good.”

Javy’s hips pushed up slightly at your words, and it stung, but with your hand working your clit and the way he was holding you steady, it was more pressure than pain. 

“You can’t talk to me like that, honey,” he warned. “I’m trying real hard to be gentle here, you can’t talk dirty to me and not make me mess up.”

A part of you wanted him to mess up, wanted him to just ram into you, and you could deal with it later. Another part of you relished the stretch, accepted the slow burn of sinking onto him torturously slow. You felt hyper aware of him, of you, and every millimeter of him that you took, only made you want him more. 

“You talk to me then,” you muttered, and Javy huffed out a laugh.

“What do you want to hear, huh?” he asked. “How fucking good you feel? How hard I am for you, how I feel like I’m throbbing for you, how bad I can’t wait to be inside you?”

Your fingers worked faster, and you moaned, bearing down. “Yeah, that’ll do.”

“We’ll get you there, honey,” he soothed, his cock easing into you, slow and thick and fucking perfect. “With how good you feel around my dick? Honey, we’re not gonna stop. We’re gonna train this pussy, soon enough, she’ll be able to take me.”

You whimpered at the thought, at the mere concept of being so stuffed with Javy’s cock that eventually your body would just adapt to it. You shifted your hips on principle, determined to take more of him, and Javy chuckled. 

“And then can you imagine the hell we’ll get into? Quickies in the shower after a long day of drills, in the back seat of a car–fuck, baby, to think I could slide into this pussy whenever I want, ready for me, to take me–”

He pressed deeper, a motion that bordered on painful, but soothed by the sweetness of his words. You wanted that, so badly, for your body to always be ready for his. Javy pulled back, just slightly, rocking into you, and you whimpered. 

“Feels so good, Javy,” you whispered, feeling yourself sink lower. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he said, leaning forward to brush loose kisses over your skin. “You’re so beautiful, so good, and working so hard to take my dick.”

His words sent goosebumps over your skin, and you wondered if you should be embarrassed by how much you wanted to be good for him. 

It took a while. 

You didn’t know how long, but eventually you realized that though you were still shaking, you were no longer hovering. You were in Javy’s lap, your arms curled between your bodies and your hips pressed flush against his, his cock entirely inside of you. 

He felt…unreal. Enormous, like you could only breathe when he did, but so fucking good. 

“I did it,” you breathed, and when you looked up at Javy, he was grinning down at you. He looked proud, he looked pleased, he looked so damn pretty you wanted to never leave his lap.

“How’s it feel?” he asked, and you took a moment to bask in his pride. 

“Pretty good,” you teased lightly, and Javy had the expected reaction of affronted indignation. 

“Pretty good,” he sputtered, like it was sacrilege. “Wanna try again?”

You shook your head, smiling, and it was knocked right off your face when he lifted his hips. It wasn’t a thrust, it wasn’t like he’d pulled out, but Javy pushed up into you like he was doing a hip press at the gym. Your jaw dropped open as his thighs flexed under your ass, pushing impossibly deeper into your cunt. 

“So full,” you gasped, and Javy grunted like that was an acceptable answer. “Fuck, Javy, you feel so big. I can’t– feels like you’re everywhere; I love it.”

“That’s better,” he muttered, his voice dark. “Because you feel like fucking everything to me, honey. So tight, and warm, fitting me like a glove after you worked so hard to stretch this pussy over me.”

You did feel stretched and his words sent pulses of heat through you. The burning stretch of him eased as your body tingled with arousal, wanting to feel him, needing to feel him. 

“Need you to move, Jay,” you whispered, and Javy’s hips punched up in response. 

“You need me,” he repeated almost to himself, and you both moaned when his dick slid out of you partway, before he fed it back to you slowly. “That’s right, sweetheart, first you were embarrassed because you couldn’t take it, but now that you have this cock, you just want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered, astonished to find you were actually close to tears. You wanted that, wanted him, wanted the stretch and the pressure and the motion of his hips. You tried to lift yourself off of him, but your legs were shaking so bad, so overstimulated by the fullness of him in you, but you were desperate for it. 

“S’okay, baby,” Javy practically purred, his voice sweet and dark and deep. “I’ll help you.” 

His hands closed around your waist, gripping you tightly. He lifted you off his cock, pulling his hips back and then bringing you back down into him. You moaned at the sensation, perfect and overwhelming and so strong, feeling every gorgeous inch of his cock. 

“Feels so good,” you mumbled, and Javy groaned. 

“Honey, you have no idea,” he grunted, and he lifted you again. 

It was slow, it was impossibly deep, but it was everything. You felt drunk on the deep stretch of him, the way you could feel his eyes on you, the way every breath he took you felt against your skin. You felt so connected to him, so overwhelmed by him, and the slow press of his cock. He pulled you forward, rocking your hips down into him and when your clit brushed against him, you jolted. 

“That’s it,” Javy encouraged, pushing his cock deeper, and you felt your body trembling. “Honey, you’re doing so good. You feel so fucking good around me, I can’t–”

He settled into a rhythm, pulling you up and bringing you down, bruising your clit and fucking you against gravity. He moved you over him like a fleshlight and you had no control over your body, the sounds spilling out of you. He felt so good, so slow and steady and deep; it was perfect and you were overwhelmed. 

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped, amazed to find it was true. Just from the steady press of him, the deep pressure, the teasing brush of your clit, you were somehow there again. 

“Ah, please, honey, let me see it,” Javy groaned, and he buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as he moved you over him, your body climbing higher. 

You felt him everywhere, like a heartbeat, like your pulse, and you crested before you could realize it was there. Your body felt liquid, like it would never stop shaking, like this was what you were made for, to take his cock like this. Your head swam as you slumped into him, your hips throwing your pussy at Javy as your orgasm worked through you, your body pulsing and sated.  

The room was a dreamlike haze as you came back to yourself. 

You were on your back on the bed, and Javy was hovering over you, and your breath caught in your throat as you realized his arms were shaking with the effort to hold himself still. 

God, he was so beautiful. 

His perfect body, his incredible strength, had nothing to the beauty of his heart, the way he had worked you through that and was now carefully watched you, smiling hesitantly when he realized you were back. Your throat felt hoarse and you swallowed slightly before lifting your hips weakly. 

Javy’s breath punched out of him and his eyes clenched shut as he dropped to his elbows over you. 

“Sweetheart…” he groaned, and his voice sent tingles over your skin. You loved how strung out he sounded, how he was holding on just by a thread, and you wanted him to come undone. 

“Fuck me, Jay,” you whispered, and his eyes opened, looking between yours. 

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice hoarse, and you needed it, suddenly. You nodded, pressing your lips together, wanting it more than anything. You knew you were adjusted to his size, for the immediate future at least, and you wanted to know how he’d feel finding his pleasure in you, driving into you when his release was the goal, wanted to be the reason for it. 

“I can take it,” you whispered, and Javy surged up to kiss you. 

It was messy, mostly gasping breath and clashing teeth, and then his arms wound under your back, and his hands wrapped around your shoulders as he settled into you. You were just about to think that it was a sweet embrace, when he started moving. 

Javy pulled out of you and slammed back in, and you cried out. 

Gone was the gentleness with which he’d coaxed you, gone was the steady control, the gentle pace. In its place was a gnawing, gaping desire, and you could feel how badly Javy needed this. You moaned with the thrust and it seemed to spur Javy on. He pulled back and pushed back in again, just as deep, just as strong, just as perfect. 

Fuck, he was so big, filled you so damn well like this, and how he was moving made you dizzy. He settled into a punishing pace that left you breathless, but who needed air, when you had dick this good? 

He was everywhere. 

Pressing you into the mattress, shoving his cock into your cunt, clutching you to him, overwhelming and everywhere and everywhere. You couldn’t tell where he stopped and you began, felt like an extension of his pleasure and the thought nearly sent you out of your mind. 

“How is it still so tight?” Javy grunted, and you moaned at the tremble in his voice, like he was just as awed and exhausted as you were. “Fuck, honey, you’re so perfect. Taking me so damn well, pulling me into this hot cunt, it’s so good–” 

His hips slammed into you, each stroke brushing your walls and making you feel so full. His body weight over you felt like the only thing grounding you, and you moved with him, for him, all for him. The room was thick with the smell of your shared sweat and your cum, and Javy’s panting breath in your ears was the perfect chorus. 

You could feel Javy getting close, could feel his thrusts go from determined to desperate and you were lost in it. For how well he’d fucked you, how carefully he’d held you, you needed him to come. Heat spiraled through you, your mind blanking as you realized you were whining with each sure stroke he made. 

“Need you to come,” you whimpered, breaking off when Javy’s hips stuttered. “Please, Javy, feels so good, need to feel you–”

Javy arched his back to kiss your neck. His teeth closed over your skin, his tongue laving over you, and you moaned. 

“You know how to make that happen, sweetheart,” he whispered against your neck, and you shook your head as his meaning sunk in. 

“I can’t,” you managed, even as your thighs started shaking. He’d pulled so much pleasure from your body, and you didn’t know if you could survive another wave…oh, but how he sounded. His soft grunts, the growl in his voice, the heavy sound his balls made as he pushed into you. 

“I think you can,” Javy said, closing his lips and sucking. You keened, your body overwrought and unmoored, just orbiting around him. His strong hands, the taste of his sweat, the rhythm of his hips, the only things that were real. 

His hands on your shoulders tightened, crushing you to him and something in the angle changed. He brushed a different part of you, deeper, softer, and your breath caught.

“Just there?” Javy asked, proud and breathless. “That’s the spot that’ll get this pussy to come again?”

“Javy–” you moaned, as he hit it again, and again.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Javy soothed, his dick driving into you. “You’ve done so good for me, this pussy has been so fucking good, and I know you can do it again. Let me feel it, honey, let me feel this tight pussy come for me one more time, fucking take it, come on.”

He was fucking you into the bed, his thighs and his words reorienting your world. You felt so full of him, so precious and receptive and you knew that you might never recover from it, but if he asked you to come again, your body would do it. 

“Baby,” you whimpered, and Javy groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled into the bed. “Ah, shit, honey, you feel so good. Like you were made for me, to take this cock–oh my god, yes, that’s it, just like that…”

“Take me,” you begged, “Please, Javy, I need–”

“Yes, fuck,” Javy groaned, his thrusts turning frantic. “Kiss me.”

You didn’t know where he found the strength but he surged up to kiss you, pressing your lips together as your bodies writhed together. You pushed and pulled together, breathing from each other and for each other, and the heat burned impossibly hotter between you. You felt light-headed, you felt close and Javy moaned as you tightened around him. You whined against his lips as you came, your orgasm cresting over you, and just moments later, Javy shouted as he came. He was so wonderful, his body thrusting into yours, his hips working you both through it, his groans growing louder as he emptied into you. 

It felt right, it felt final, as his warm cum thrust into you, and you turned your head to find him again. 

This was a lazy kiss. Indulgent and sloppy, exhausted and messy, and you smiled when you felt Javy come back to you, returning the kiss slowly. You liked that his arms were still around you, that his dick was still inside you. You felt held, treasured, at peace. 

You kissed Javy gently, another realization brewing in your mind. 

Here, with this man, you felt at home. 

//the end

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[sevcasejay1chicago]

Surgery- Jay Halstead/ Matt Casey/ Kelly Severide

Summary: Your boys before and after you have a diagnostic procedure. You have anxiety, but you have the best support system.

Mentions: Maggie Lockwood, April Sexton, Wallace Boden, and Crocket

Warnings: nausea, talk of needles, basically an anxiety attack

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In order for you to have someone with you at all times for the few days after your diagnostic laparoscopic procedure, Matt was working on shift today, but Kelly and Jay were by your side. Jay had managed to get two days off to be with you on the day of your surgery and the day after, and Kelly had managed to get this shift off.

Though you knew lots of the doctors and nurses at Med, you were extremely nervous. Maggie promised to be with you through pre-op, Dr. Marcel had convinced Nat to allow him to do the procedure rather than an OB, and April was going to be your post op nurse. Kelly and Jay were going to be with you when you woke up, knowing that you panic when coming out of anesthesia, so everything seemed to be planned out perfectly. Your nerves were just giving you a really hard time.

———pre-op———

“I don’t want to do this.” You said, practically pleading with Kelly and Jay. “Please. I’ll do more tests and even do blood work, but I don’t want to do this.” you had tears streaming down your face as Maggie walked around getting you all prepped while your boys tried to comfort you.

Jay was stood next to your head and Kelly was sat next to you on the bed. Both boys were on the same side so that Maggie had room to work. Jay had a hand massaging the back of your neck as Kelly held the hand that Maggie wasn’t preparing to put an Iv in.

“Baby. It’s gonna be okay.” Kelly said, locking eyes with you. “You’ll be asleep before you know it and then we will be right there with you again. Then we can go home and call Matt. He might even have some time to come see you for a few minutes.” Kelly tried to reason with you, but you shook your head and turned to Jay instead.

Jay’s eyes were showing slight amusement but mostly sympathy. All three of you had masks on, so you had to read his eyes. “Sweetheart.” Jay sighed, shaking his head. “You know I don’t like needles or hospitals any more than you do, but this is going to help you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Jay said, leaning down and pulling off his mask long enough to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m gonna numb your hand. Quick poke.” Maggie spoke up, already inserting the needle. The boys shushed you as Kelly cradled your face and wiped the tears that began to spill anew. “All done. Just let it get numb and then I’ll insert the Iv. You won’t even know it happened.” Maggie said, rubbing your arm.

The boys watched as your face grew pale and glanced at each other. You had your eyes closed as you focused on trying to take deep breaths. You didn’t say anything until the IV was in place. “Feel sick.” You muttered, just loud enough for the boys to hear you.

“Mags. She’s not doing so hot.” Kelly said, catching the charge nurse’s attention.

Maggie whipped her head in your direction and started giving out orders. “Deep breaths Y/n.” Maggie soothed, jogging to the Iv cart. “Jay, pull down her mask for me.” Maggie grabbed an alcohol cloth and tore the packet open as Jay pulled down your mask. “Sniff this. I know it’s weird but trust me.” Maggie said, holding the packet to your nose.

You looked at her strangely before sniffing the swab. It was odd and a first for you. Maggie coached you through a few more breaths before she pulled back. “Better?” Kelly asked, rubbing your hand. The color had began to return to your face at this point.

“Yeah.” You said with a slow nod. “Still a tiny bit nauseous but definitely better.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, nuzzling into Jay’s hand that had found its way to your forehead where his thumb was rubbing soothingly against your hairline.

“Let me call Dr. Marcel and let him know that happened. You also get very nauseous and anxious coming out of anesthesia, right?” Maggie asked as she walked to the door and began typing on her handheld.

“Yeah. That’s what my mom says anyways. I was super little when I had my only other surgery, so I honestly don’t remember.” You said, shrugging slightly.

“Well, let me go get you a patch that Crockett normally recommends his patients in your predicament, and I’ll be back to put it on just before you go into surgery, okay?” Maggie said, smiling at you and your lovers.

You nodded and smiled back before pulling your mask back up. Your boys said an audible thank you as you all settled in to wait your turn.

———skip procedure to recovery———

As I slowly started to regain consciousness, I felt a weight in both my hands. I grunted and tried to move only to be unable to do so. It sent me in a panic and my eyes flew open as I gasped in a huge breath. I could hear the heart monitor beeping loudly as chairs squeaked and both my boys started talking to me.

“Shhhh shh. It’s alright. Breathe.” Jay said, leaning over and pressing the call button next to me. The room was small, just cut off by a curtain for privacy.

“April!” Kelly said loudly, stepping back a bit away from me to not startle me more, but looking for our friend.

The curtain swung open as April shuffled in, coming to mute the monitor that was next to Kelly. “Do you want me to push some anxiety meds?” April asked Kelly as he was the closest to her at the moment.

Kelly shook his head and turned to you, rubbing a hand through your hair. “Give us a second. Let her get her bearings.” Kelly didn’t want to disorient you further, so he knew that he and Jay had to calm you down soon.

Jay wiped the tears that were falling down your face as Kelly spoke to April. Jay kept up his comforting words and soon had your full attention. “Hey sweetheart. It’s alright. We’ve got you. It went well. You with me?” Jay asked, locking eyes with you.

You nodded slowly, reaching for him. Jay allowed you to pull him closer and kissed you softly on the nose before connecting your foreheads. “Home?” You whispered, breathing in time with Jay as Kelly soothed your hair down and held your hand.

“Soon.” Jay whispered, kissing your lips softly. “Think you can drink something for me?” Jay asked, pulling back to examine your face.

“Sprite?” You muttered, turning to look at Kelly and April.

April smiled and nodded her head. “I’ll go grab that really quick. You guys good?” April asked, giving Kelly and Jay a quick look. Both boys nodded and April took off.

“Call Matty?” You whispered, looking between your two boys.

Kelly smiled softly as Jay smirked. “Of course baby girl.” Kelly whispered, kissing your forehead. He pulled his phone out and dialed Matt, talking to him for a very brief moment. “Someone wants to talk to you Case.” Kelly said, drowning in your puppy dog eyes.

You smiled and took the phone. “Matty?” You whispered, giving a water smile at the sound of his voice.

“Hey princess. How are you feeling?” Matt asked, pacing his office.

Tears slid down your face as you croaked out your answer. “‘M okay. Miss you.” You sniffed, looking down at the blanket in your lap and picking at a piece of fluff on it.

Matt sighed and scrubbed his face. “Baby. I know. I miss you. When you’re all settled and I get some time, I’ll swing by with the truck and come snuggle you for a few minutes. Sound good?” Matt asked, trying to bargain with you. He hated when you cried and he knew this was hard on you.

You nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “M‘Kay.” You muttered. “Be safe.” You said, needing to end the conversation before you full out sobbed.

“I always am Angel. Let me talk to Kelly, okay? I love you.” Matt said, stopping his pacing as he caught the picture of the four of you on his desk. It really pained him not to be there, but he knew you would need him in a couple days, so this was something he was willing to do in order for you to get the care you would need.

“Love you.” You whispered before handing the phone back to Kelly.

Kelly smiled and walked a few steps away as he spoke to Matt. Jay leaned down and kissed your head and wiped more tears from your face. April returned as Jay had finally got you settled against him. It took some slow adjusting, but you managed to convince Jay to sit in the bed with you and hold you. He was desperate to calm you down, so he complied once he made sure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you.

April smiled at the sight of the couple. It was rare to see any of the four alone with just a certain part of the couple. You all liked to stick together, all being better as one, but the sight in front of April was heartwarming. You were curled into Jay’s side as he quietly shushed you and fiddled with the blankets as he attempted to warm you back up and sooth you. Kelly was off in the corner, speaking quietly on the phone with his back to his lovers, missing the exchange but focusing on convincing Matt that you would be fine.

“Hey sweetie. Drink this and if you can keep it down, these knuckleheads can take you home.” April said, handing the small sprite to Jay for him to hold.

You carefully took the straw in between your lips and took a few cautious sips. Jay pulled back when you stopped for a second, worried about you immediately rejecting the beverage, but sighed in relief when you smiled and took the straw back, slowly drinking your favorite drink. April waited until you were done and took the can as Kelly walked back over.

“Getting cuddles already I see.” Kelly teased lightly, coming and kissing your head and then Jay’s forehead.

“Yep. Hate to see our girl cry. Had to do something.” Jay said, turning and kissing your cheek. “She just finished a sprite. If it stays down, we can go home.” Jay filled in Kelly as you snuggled deeper into his side.

Kelly nodded and looked to April. “Can we get her dressed?” He knew you felt extremely exposed under just a hospital gown and blanket. You had made that clear while you were in pre-op. He was desperate to get you comfortable.

April smiled and nodded. “Of course. There is a bandage on the incision site. She’s gonna be sore for a couple days. Just go slow, okay?” April coached, handing Kelly your bag.

“Of course.” Kelly confirmed with a nod.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Just holler if you need anything.” April said, smiling at you before she left, shutting the curtain behind her.

Jay held back a laugh as you immediately tugged at the gown, pulling it off yourself. You were in nothing but underwear, which Jay and Kelly had slipped on you when you came into post op. Kelly smirked and shook his head as he pulled out Jay’s Army hoodie and handed it to its owner to be put on you. Though, if everyone were honest, the sweatshirt now belonged to you. After Jay carefully pulled the hoodie onto your form, Kelly shimmied a pair of Matt’s CFD sweatpants onto your body before he covered your feet with your favorite fluffy socks.

Kelly stepped back and admired his work as you snuggled back into Jay’s side. You had the most content look on your face as Jay brushed the flyaways back. “Comfy?” Kelly asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

You smiled, kissing Jay’s chest. “Very.” You nodded, closing your eyes. “Home now?” You asked, not bothering to look at either of your boys.

Kelly and Jay both chuckled. “Let me go ask April.” Kelly said, leaning over to kiss your cheek before leaving.

“I love you. You are so brave.” Jay said, kissing your forehead and then your nose.

“Only cause you both make me feel safe.” You said, opening your eyes as Jay searched for yours. You fell in love with Jay’s eyes. They always told the truth and looked at you with such adoration. You were his sun. The boys were his stars, but you were the center of his universe.

“I told you we would never let anything bad happen to you sunshine.” Jay said, smiling brightly at you.

You began to answer when Kelly walked in. “Alright! April said we are good to go. Now, it’s hospital policy to be wheeled out in a wheelchair, but I figured you would rather be carried.” Kelly said, smiling as you nodded enthusiastically and threw yours arms up with little grabby hands.

Kelly and Jay laughed at your response. Jay helped you make quick work of getting in a position to where Kelly could grab you up. Though he was quick, both boys made sure to be extra careful with you. You waved to April over Kelly’s shoulder as Jay led the way out of the hospital and back out to the truck.

~~~~~ back home~~~~

Once Jay pulled into the driveway, Kelly gently unbuckled the two of you and pulled your sleeping body into his arms once again. Jay opened the door and led you both into the house. You remained mostly asleep until Kelly sat you down into a familiar set of arms.

You practically jumped up, tears immediately slipping down your face. “Matty?!” You screeched, shoving your face into his neck as you sobbed and held onto him as tightly as possible.

Matt chuckled as he cradled your head and rubbed your back. “Hey princess.” Matt whispered, kissing the side of your head. “Shhhh. It’s alright baby. I’m here now.” Matt shushed, rocking slightly to help sooth your sobbing form. The drugs were making you overly tired so you were overly emotional.

“Glad you could come home.” Kelly said, leaning down to kiss Matt before backing away and letting Jay do the same.

“I was a mess. I couldn’t stand her crying.” Matt said, looking between Kelly and Jay with a questioning look. “What’s got her so worked up?” Matt asked his best guys.

“It’s the meds. She’s been teary eyed since she woke up.” Jay said, walking into the kitchen to get you some food and some Gatorade.

“She needs to eat and then she can sleep.” Kelly said, grabbing a few tissues out of the box and sitting down next to you and Matt. “Baby. You gotta slow down.” Kelly said, rubbing your side.

Matt kissed your head again and pulled back slightly. “Baby girl. Let me see your beautiful face.” Matt whispered.

You pulled back slowly and looked to Matt and then Kelly. Kelly reached up to wipe your face before holding the tissues to your nose. “Blow.” Kelly instructed, and you did, but followed it with a whine. “What is it baby?” Kelly asked.

“Hurts.” You mumbled, putting your hand on your stomach.

“I know princess. I know.” Matt said, rubbing your back. “But Jay has some food here and something to drink. Think you can manage something and then we can see about taking something before we nap?” Matt asked, putting his hand on the side of your face as a stray tear escaped.

You nodded, sniffing as you allowed Matt and Kelly to adjust you to sit between them on the couch. You smiled as you saw Jay, who was balancing a tray with your favorite food, your favorite flavor of Gatorade, and a slew of medications.

“Dinner is served.” Jay said in his best fake French accent. Everyone burst out laughing as Jay laid the tray in your lap. “Need anything else while I’m up?” Jay asked you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You shook your head and dug into your meal, starving after not eating all day. You were more than content. You had all your men and your favorites in front of you. Even with the discomfort you were feeling, your soul was happy.

Jay smiled and nodded before settling on Matt’s other side. “Glad you’re here. Her crying for you broke my heart.” Jay said, snuggling into Matt’s side.

Matt smiled and kissed Jay on the top of the head. “Broke me too. Kelly tried to convince me that she would be fine, but I couldn’t focus so Chief sent me home.” Matt said, running a hand up and down your back.

You leaned into Matt’s touch with a sigh. You were exhausted and in pain, but you were so glad that you had your boys.

[toptierteaser]

The Fitness App

Chapter One: Coach Hermes

“Dude, I swear by it! Six months! That’s all it took to whip me into shape! Two years of Pandemic fat gone like that! Trust me, you won’t regret it!”

                Diego’s words rang in Dylan’s memory as he stared down at the little earpiece in his hand. It looked like a little white snake, curled up in his softened palm. This was his last opportunity to back out, to put the thing back in the box and return it to the software store. He could get back in shape on his own, couldn’t he? if he just committed to going to the gym four times a week, documenting his workouts, journaling his food habits…

                He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. A husk of the former man he used to be. Or rather, it looked more like the hottie-with-a-body from the past had been stuffed into a suit made of dough, which had only expanded over the course of the last three years. His face still retained his former “adorableness,” as the ladies and gays at the office put it. He still had the good looks as the fat had hardly affected his face.

                But the rest of his body…it was an entirely different story. Just the sight of himself, standing alone in his room, was enough to make him blush. Everything had filled out. Exposed in his underwear, he looked first at the thighs which pressed up against each other like rising bread. His love handles that now jutted up over his waistband. The tight briefs he had not bothered to replace were covered in the front by the gut that had just begun to descend—a major factor in his deciding to try out this new technology—covering the front of his crotch and the fabric was beginning to rip on the sides because of the size of his ass. His butt had always been big for a guy’s, but now it was absolutely ‘ridiculous,’ as his friend, Cody, had teased, grabbing one of his juicy cheeks and giving it a jiggle. And of course, his tits had grown ripe, bouncy, his arms thickened not by muscle, but by fat, and his neck was slowly starting to plump up as well, teasing just the hint of a double chin.

He knew no amount of working out, writing down his exercises, keeping track of his calories would get him any closer to the fit jock he was over three years ago. It was a tried and failed recipe for disaster that had only resulted in him ballooning even fatter every time. Of course, during the pandemic, he had simply sat on his ass like everyone else and stuffed his face until he couldn’t fit another bite…but what was his excuse for the last two years?

At the beginning of the pandemic, there was no risk of being asked to go back into the office. Who knew how long that would last? And so, Dylan had kept on growing, kept on eating. But after a few years of remote work, the company had finally started to crack down on working-from-home, requiring a slightly-to-surprisingly chubbier office to return.

On the dreaded day, Dylan, after a morning of wrestling himself into the loosest chino’s he could find and wriggling into the only button-down that would button over his tubby gut, had waddled himself back into the building. He was shocked, stunned, and dismayed to find that out of all the dozens of employees, he had put on the most weight in his time larding out at home. And his coworkers were equally-stunned to see his new status. No one, upon smiling at him and greeting his return, could seem to keep their eyes from falling to size up his sized-up belly. And a few even made comments; his rival, Luke, who only looked fitter, more muscular, going so far as to poke his tummy.

It was already a miserable day. One which resulted in Dylan trying his best to drown out the associated feelings by glutting out on the snacks he had brought back to stock his desk. But to make matters worse, as he stood there, a granola bar dangling out of his mouth, restacking the papers on his desk, he watched as Diego, suited with brand new pants, a shirt, and shiny new shoes, came strutting into the office, looking at least fifty pounds thinner than the last time Dylan had seen him.

Diego had already been a thick-bodied man. Chubby, even. He had been so even a year before the pandemic, when both he and Dylan had started. The desk job had caused him to fill out quite quickly and by the time everyone was sent home to work, his obtuse ass cheeks could barely even fit into his pants. It was, perhaps, a lucky break for Diego that he could now work from home, as Dylan could see the seams on his buttocks starting to become unraveled as his doughy coworker waddled out the door.

But the pandemic went on, and so Diego’s weight went up. Dylan could see the changes during the zoom meetings, as his flawless brown skin was stretched tighter over the young man’s plumping face. Once, even, Diego had to stand to plug his computer back in and Dylan could see his lower half, clad only in a t-shirt and the tightest sweats Dylan could imagine his office friend wearing, his gut jiggling as it “bwomped” out from beneath his shirt, smacking against the keyboard on the desk.

That’s why it was a surprise when, two years later, Diego came strutting into the office, looking thinner than when he had started. Luke had elbowed his way to the front of the cluster who had walked up to congratulate him, feeling Diego’s muscles, running a hand over his stomach to check for abs through the fabric. The whole sight made Dylan want to puke. Instead, he stuffed a muffin into his face and glowered until they were called into the conference room.

It was a tighter fit than Dylan could remember, as he wedged his widened ass between the armrests of the chair. By accident, he was right beside his friend, Cora, and Diego. They had always been on good terms, but Dylan could hardly stand to look at him.

“What’s wrong, man?” Diego had asked.

Dylan didn’t hesitate. “How the fuck did you lose all that?” he spat. It came out far more volatile than he intended.

Diego looked slightly dejected, throwing up his hands. “Just wanted to take care of myself, man.”

Dylan softened his tone. “Sorry…it’s just. You, of all people…”

Diego laughed. “Would it make you feel better if I said that you were part of the inspiration? That I wanted to look like you did…you know…before.” He laughed, elbowing Dylan in the chubby side. Dylan couldn’t help but smile.

Diego glanced around. Everyone was busy chatting and celebrating each others’ return. He lowered his voice. “There’s an app…and a device. It’s called the ‘Encour Rager!’” Dylan gave him a look. “Cheesy, I know. But hey!” He looked down at his own body.

“What does it do?” asked Dylan.

                “It’s an A.I. trainer. It encourages you to work on your goals.” Diego chuckled. “And man is it brutal! But it’s effective. Which, clearly you might want to consider,” he glanced at Dylan’s stomach. Dylan squirmed.

                “I might give it a try,” he said absently. Of course, he didn’t know how he felt about A.I., but like everyone, he used it almost daily in some way or another. But he had already tried so many apps; calorie trackers, workout calculators. None of it had helped.

                Diego leaned in closer. “Listen, dude. It’s not like anything else you’ve tried. It’s a commitment. I don’t recommend it lightly. But once you buy it and put it in, it stays in there. You don’t take it out again for a year! I mean, it’s as close to permanent as you can get!”

All that flashed through Dylan’s mind now as he looked at himself. A tubby version of the hottie he so badly wanted to be again.

A small chirping sound went off from the device in his hand. He looked down to see it glowing blue. It was fully-charged. Now was the moment of truth. He could back out now, if he wanted to. He gave his thickened body one last glance in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the pile of clothes he had set aside because he no longer fit into them.

He clicked the button on the side of the earpiece, raised it, and inserted it into his ear.

A pleasant tune filled his brain. And then, a voice. “Hello, Dylan.” It was deeper than he had imagined. Masculine. He envisioned an attractive, muscular jock. “I’m your Coach. You can call me Coach if you like, or by my name, Coach Hermes.” ‘Hermes,’ the god of games and sports.

“Hello,’’ said Dylan awkwardly.

“Hello, Coach,” corrected the device.

“Hello, Coach,” said Dylan, smiling.

“Much better!” said the device. “Now, you are aware of my function, are you not?”

“I am,” said Dylan. “Coach Hermes,” he added, grinning.

“Very good. Just to recap, I will act as your personal fitness trainer for the next twelve months, during which time, we are going to whip your body into the shape you most desire! My function is to optimize your fitness level to suit your needs and to best-satiate your personal self-image. During our first week together, we’ll be getting to know one another quite well, and I will be observing and commenting on your lifestyle; your eating habits, your exercise routine, things like sleep schedule, how much television you consume. Does that all make sense to you, Dylan?”

“Yes, Coach,” said Dylan. He was growing placid, as if the voice was lulling him into a trance.

“Excellent, Dylan. Now, as I will be observing, I will also be curating a program which I believe will best-benefit your body…money-back guaranteed, of course. The watch that accompanies my earpiece will allow me to monitor your heart rate, your breathing, and your responses to my words. The contact lens will allow me to see the world through your eyes and will give me a customized projection which is designed to motivate you towards your fitness goals. Please go ahead and place the watch on your wrist at this time.”

Dylan did as he was told, strapping the watch onto his chubby wrist. “My, that’s a tight squeeze, isn’t it?” said Coach Hermes.

“Uh, a bit…” mumbled Dylan.

“I am reading that your pulse has been elevated. Might I suggest you do some deep breathing to calm your nerves. There is no need to be anxious. None of this is permanent until you give me the final say-so.” Dylan took some deep breaths.

“Now,” said Hermes. “Please place the contact in your eye…so I can get a good look at you.”

Again, Dylan obeyed, dropping the contact in front of the mirror, and blinking as he adjusted it into place. It was the smoothest contact he had ever worn. He could barely tell it was there!

“Very good!” said the Coach. “Oh…what a handsome dude.” Dylan was looking at his own face.

“Thanks, Coach!” said Dylan, half-forgetting he was talking to a robot.

“You’re welcome, Dylan,” said the robot. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind standing back a bit, so I can see you. You did remember to wear the minimum amount of clothing so I can see your full person, did you not?”

“Yes, Coach,” said Dylan to both question and request.

“VERY good! I can tell we’re going to whip you into shape faster than you could ever have thought imaginable! Now, please step back.”

Dylan stepped back, still put off by the quivering of his stomach as he did so. Still disturbed by the increased rubbing of his thighs.

“Oh!” said Hermes in a shocked voice. “Oh, my! You have lost control, haven’t you…big boy?”

Dylan blushed. Why he would do so in front of a robot was beyond him. But it was embarrassing nonetheless.

“No matter,” said Coach Hermes. “We can work with this. Can’t we, thiccums?”

“Uh…yes…?” stammered Dylan, questioningly. ‘thiccums?’

“Yes…?” said Hermes.

“Yes, Coach.”

“That’s better, fatty.”

Dylan nearly fell over. Diego had warned him the words of the A.I. could be harsh. But it would all worth it, when he came strutting into the office in a new suit…right?

“Well, now that I’ve gotten a good look at you, chubbs, there’s only one thing left to do. Your wristwatch will take your thumbprint as your signature.” As the app said this, Dylan felt the watch buzz, illuminating on the screen. “If you are prepared to commit for the next year, please go ahead and place your thumbprint on the screen at this time.”

Dylan hesitated. Could he really handle being called things like ‘chubbs’ and ‘fatty until this time next year?

“Or, you may decline the offer and return the app. Your one-day trial is cost-free so long as the device is returned to the nearest software provider without damage.” The voice dropped to a whisper in Dylan’s ear. “But, do you really want to look like this for the rest of your life, porker? You know that you won’t be able to do this without me, right, fatboy? You know you need my guidance. That’s what I’m here for. To help you. I’m nothing like those other apps, where you can lie to them about eating a salad before you go binge on a carton of ice cream. I’m the real deal. I see everything. I feel everything. Like how out of breath you are, just standing there. Like how I can tell by your pulse that you’re embarrassed. But you don’t want to be embarrassed for the rest of your chubby life, do you? Go on, biggums…sign the contract.”

Dylan looked down at his watch again. He raised his thumb over the screen, letting it hover.

“Sign. It,” hissed the app.

He couldn’t do it alone.

“Yes, Coach,” he said. And then he pressed his thumbprint down and held it against the screen.

“Very good, fatboy,” said the A.I. in his ear. “Now, we can begin our training!”

[anonymousboxcar]

Moving Forward AU: Romance?

(This was something I meant to have out by Valentine’s Day, but… yeah. No spoons. The silverware drawer was empty. Apologies for the lateness, folks!)

I’m pondering what romantic shenanigans Stanley might get up to in my AU. I imagine it would be years before he felt up to pursuing that kind of relationship. But once he’s had time to settle into his new normal, process his trauma, and make new friends, he might feel more comfortable with it.

One possibility I see is that he and Duncan decide to give it a try!

I like the idea of Duncan falling for this rough n’ ready, plainspoken engine who helps him not blow up over the little things in life. And for awhile, Stanley is too busy adjusting to his new life to see it. But he feels ever fonder of his grumpy friend who makes him laugh and doesn’t ask him to be patient all the time.

Once they sort themselves out, they’re not ones for extravagant gestures. They do what they did before, watching tapes of George Carlin and cracking jokes, with the new understanding between them. It’s very easygoing and comfortable for them both.

(There’s also an ongoing competition between them to call each other the most ridiculous, nauseating pet names possible.)

Another possibility: you know how there’s a notion in the RWS of engines being paired up with coaches, almost “courting” them? I like to think Stanley scoffs at this. It seems silly and quaint to him. But he’s also rejecting any closeness due to his old, ingrained fears surrounding derailments and getting somebody hurt.

And then, at the rail museum, he meets a truck.

The truck works with Stanley in his capacity as an exhibit on trench railways. They used to carry troops and supplies during WWI, though not on the same railway as Stanley’s old wartime circuit. At the museum, they haul passengers around the grounds.

They notice Stanley’s uneasiness over this business and try to reassure him: “So what if you slide off the track? I blew up once!”

“…what?”

“Well, it was a ways ahead of me in the train. Got a face full of shrapnel and a bent axle. But! Point is, I’ve had worse. I can take a bump or two.”

Full of irrepressible cheer and optimism, the truck helps assuage the worst of Stanley’s anxieties. In return, Stanley — grateful and a touch bemused — does his best to give smooth rides. This wins him the trust of the truck, who never experienced such gentleness in an unpatronizing package.

They start chatting on their runs and at the end of the day about museum gossip, guests, and their old lives. The truck shares their adventures with other trucks after the war. Stanley tells the truck about operation on a more typical railway like the SKR.

Hearing about Skarloey and Rheneas’ treatment of their coaches, the truck wonders what it’s like to be treated the way a civilian engine treats their coach. Stanley, thinking of his own struggles to fit into a “normal” railway on the MSR, offers to help. The truck accepts.

Stanley stumbles over calling the truck “dear,” as well as the other typical flowery compliments and language. He’s self-conscious and a little embarrassed by the time the day’s over.

But he’s also flustered by the warmth in the truck’s responses, their own compliments towards him. They’re not flowery, demure, nor outrageous, but honest and open.

The truck, seeing how red in the face he is, apologizes for making him uncomfortable. “You already made me feel respectable, proper-like, before I asked you to do this.”

Stanley admits he liked their compliments. “Just didn’t know what to with ‘em, I guess,” he says. “But… I really did like ‘em. Made me feel good.”

“Oh. Well, you can tell me that, if you like.” The truck looks Stanley in the eye. “You can tell me anything. I won’t laugh.”

“Not even if I ask you to keep doin’ what you did today?”

“Not even that. Though — if I’m honest? I’d like it if you kept up your end of things, too.”

So they keep at it. Their exchanges become more natural, more like second nature over time. They become mixed into casual conversation, become less about meeting expectations of engine-rolling stock relations and more about what they like in each other.

After a certain point, one curious child visitor asks for how long they’ve been married.

A pause follows. It’s long enough for Stanley to realize he isn’t surprised or confused by the child’s assumption. It’s long enough for him and the truck to make significant eye contact, to see his happiness and hope reflected back at him.

“A year,” they both say at the same time, smiling.

[madeintheniamh]

Can you do one where Tilly being a teenager and awkward, feels like Harry embarrasses her like he's overly affectionate?

Lol Thanks...if you want to do...(i'm not forcing....would never lol)

You’re lucky you caught me when I wasn’t busy hahaha x

teenage girls.

stmf one shot #13

a/n: thank you so much for this request. please keep sending them in. I love writing about the girls as teens!!

warnings: fluff

Normally, it was you that dropped Tilly to her gym sessions, which were three times a week. Since she was little, and had started competing, your Monday, Tuesday and Thursday evenings had always consisted of picking the girls up from school, marching Tilly home to get changed and making sure she had some food down her before rushing back off to her gym in the car again, which had been so tight that you had received multiple speeding tickets doing this over the years (a few of which Harry had taken the blame for to avoid you having to do another boring speed awareness course). But this week, Gemma had insisted that you go away on a long spa weekend with her and Anne, and Harry had convinced to go.

“The girls will be fine with me, baby-love,” he smiled, although his face seemed somewhat uncertain. “Trust me, everything will be under control,”

“Are you sure,” you laughed. “I think you forget that they’re teenagers sometimes,”

“Yes, yes, now go on, you need to get packed,”

———

“Usually mummy just drops me off and then goes to the shops or something,” Tilly explained, as she opened the passenger door of the rover, duffle bag in hand. “It’s not that interesting, we don’t really do much,”

Harry looked at her confused for a minute, not fully understanding what she meant, as she stood just outside the car door.

“You can go, Daddy,” she sighed.

“Oh,” he said, his voice sounding slightly offended. “I was going to stay and watch,”

“I mean, you can,” she stuttered. “It’s just that most people’s parents don’t do that anymore,”

“If you don’t want me to, it’s fine,” He laughed. “But I haven’t seen you at gym in ages,”

“Ok, fine,” she moaned. “But you have to promise you won’t make a massive deal everytime I move,”

He held his hands up in the air. “I’ll try my best,” He laughed, as he kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll try,”

——-

Harry had been sat on one of the benches at the side for an hour, watching Tilly’s every move like a hawk. It was beginning to make her nervous, a few beads of sweat trickling across her forehead every-time she caught his eye from across the room, although he was smiling. Something about him being there just freaked her out. She was fine with thousands of people watching her at competitions, and he was fine with thousands of people watching him perform in stadiums, but having his eyes focused on her- it scared her.

“Do you want to try the new dismount now, Styles?” Her coach asked. “But without the mat, this time,”

She gulped slightly, her eyes darting back across to Harry, who was still looking at her, now smiling and nodding in encouragement.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” she laughed, noticing the terrified look in Tilly’s eyes. “I just want you to try it,”

Tilly nodded, before going back over to the chalk basin, dipping her hands in it so they became a pale shade of white. She swore she didn’t take a breath until the moment she finally felt herself land on the mat, and Harry swore he didn’t either. She looked around in astonishment, as she saw her feet perfectly planted on the ground beneath her.

Harry couldn’t hold in his excitement any longer.

“That was amazing, Tilly baby!” He shouted as he jumped from the bench and darted across the room before her, picking her up in his arms and spinning her around.

“Daddy!” She cried, smacking his back lightly, small white dusty hand prints now on the back of his green hoodie. “Daddy, put me down!”

He wasn’t listening, still peppering kisses to her cheeks, as she began to kick at him. “Daddy, stop! You’re so embarrassing!”

Harry put her down, as his face began to turn red, a frown line forming in-between his eyebrows.

“Sorry, Tilly,” he sighed, as her lips were pressed into a pout.

“I told you not to do that,” she snapped, staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he exhaled slowly. “I’m just really proud of you, that’s all,”

Tilly grunted, as she turned around to readjust her hair.

“It’s good to have a Dad that supports you, Tilly,” her coach stepped in. “A lot of the other girls don’t have that,”

Tilly turned back around, noticing the sullen look still on Harry’s face, and immediately wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she apologised, as he traced his arms across her back. “I shouldn’t have said that,”

“It’s okay, baby-girl, I remember what it was like to be a teenager,” he laughed, dimples forming on his cheeks. “I didn’t want Nanny Anne anywhere near me when I was your age, at least when I was outside the house, anyway,”

She giggled slightly. “Really? I don’t believe that,”

“Oh yeah,” he snorted. “Or Aunty Gemma. You’ll get over it eventually. Not easy being thirteen, is it?”

“No,” she sighed. “But I love you, Daddy,”

“I love you too, Tilly bug,” Harry smiled, as he pressed his lips to her forehead again. “I can’t even put into words how much I love you,”

—-

sassy teen Tilly reminds me of myself when I was that age lol. but she isn’t really embarrassed of Harry, she loves the attention really.

I love writing your requests, so please feel free to send them in!

also- if you enjoyed this fic, I have linked the masterlist to the rest of the slipping through my fingers masterlist here…

hope you all have a lovely weekend! hopefully I can write a bit more bc I’m on holiday next week. (so please send prompts lol) big love <3

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ep 9 playboyy rewatch

- headlines are a about a copycat killer out for tourists?, scape goat for a drug case (👀👀), and murder of a saleswoman by serial killer, housekeeper found guilty

- promnontnant scene !!! love the way they are watching a blank screen (cause prom knows what will be reported but doesn’t know what it’ll look like yet 👀)

- the part about forgetting nants face……… kinda like how when nont talks to nant he’s talking at his own reflection

- AOBPUEN NOODLES SCENE J RELEAT AOBPUEN NOODLES SCENE

- we are now officially in the new house?

- scared of water by kikoru is playing over the porsche and captain convo about tutor

- i’m incapable of being normal about this aobpuen scene like you’ll never get it

- i’ve seen this zoueyfirst scene a million times i love it so much they are besties 🥺

- pushing my trauma talk agenda zouey seems like he knows what first is talking about

- first and his fear of being unlovable…

- tutor and his fluttering lashes have entered the chat 🥰

- does tutor even know what porsche is talking about it would be funny if he thought porsche was talking about someone else jwjejdjd

- it’s so wild to me that nont can’t tell the dog mask guy was prom like i knew it several episodes ago and nonts seen him naked in person

- soong telling firsts dad he failed as a a parent get his ass

- here we goooo my fav playboyys scene

- “sex is boring” jump you have lived rent free in my mind for forever

- “he took my cigarette” SAY THE LINE TEENA

- we need 100000 teena being goofy scenes im so serious. my man put in all that work to resolve his arc by ep 6 the least we can do is put him in whimsical situations

- prom loves his series…

- captain is a menace

- what is the bathroom man saying

- first angst enthusiasts here we gooooo

- “why is your first thought always him hating you” changed lives actually

- zouey being all “first you don’t know he broke up with you maybe he just died” will never not make me giggle

- “i won’t let anyone hurt you. especially you hurting yourself” “promise me” im gonna pass out

- jump and his macarons

- everyone in the cafe knowing this journalist and getting notified about his sex tape is wild this is why i’m paranoid

- jump and tutor truly made for each other they’re always taking phone calls while the other is moaning

- noooo jump looks so upset im gonna fix this for you baby don’t worry

- aobpuen enthusiasts ate so well this ep

- pouty captain

- ok not to be that guy but keen is really into impressing the coach right and we never see the coach now im not saying it’s jason cause obviously but also what if there’s the coach and then there’s “the coach”

- “when i like something i try to keep it” ok keen

- THE CUT TO AOBOUEN MOANING?!!!?

- captains nosy ass oh wait this is about trust and betrayal

- the way keen always texting puen without response lol

- kings of fuck around and find out

- sulky phop 🥺

- first soong just got back together then they break up then immidiately make up(?) then they have to get divorced sigh

- the sex and secrets balcony

- zouey chiming in with “maybe there’s two masks” cause he say the second one visiting nant at playboyy huh

- firstsoong are so funny like they can never know peace together

- soong saying he has a new sugar daddy…. im starting to buy into firsts dad having a connection to jason and forcing soong to work for him (again)

- “why isn’t love enough” ooooo jason you will crumbleee

- first being like “i’m gonna leave YOU actually”

- some lyrics from the firstsoong breakup song “a certain shade of blue / will always remind me of you / trying to figure out / how im supposed to get through / the dreams are not the same for me / standing by the shore / while you’re out at sea / i can’t take it anymore”

- oh aob 🥺 someone help my man please he don’t deserve to be this sad

- first unleashing the monster era had us so gagged first watch omg it sparked so many theories

- ahhhhh prom and nant reveals

[1d1195]

I (🥭) am back with another story with my coworkers!

So the guy I originally was talking to and ended with after he didn’t want to be friends, yesterday he’s been telling my manager that he misses me and still likes me and wants to get to know me. he said he thinks I want nothing to do with him, but he’s the one that didn’t want to be MY friend. my manager told him not to text me before she talked to me about this first (he didn’t wait, he texted me anyway).

However, I’m talking to someone new, someone who is putting in effort in wanting to see me and flirt with me and just talk to me in person and not just over text. I am not going to just drop him because the original guy is finally developing and wants to be friends. I don’t want to lead either of them on, you know?

Yesterday, the original guy had a shitty day because he and another coworker he’s been having issues with for months almost fought (other guy started it, wasn’t his fault this time!) and my manager was like “he had such a bad day and you’re still the person on his mind, he still really likes you.”

all that just puts me in a tough spot because the new guy I’m “talking to” (we haven’t been on a date or texted so much, just planning to hang out but might be as friends, I’m not too sure) is so sweet and mature. but the original guy has also always been sweet to me , just seemed too nervous around me and I can’t fault him for that.

More updates when he texts back after I tell him I won’t lead either of them on and that he has to deal with me wanting to be friends first !!

btw sorry I haven’t been here in awhile, I still read your posts every time you upload and I love everything! Love hockeyrry!!

Hmmm! Look at you with all the boys fawning over you 🤭 you deserve it!

Here is my unsolicited advice:

My gut reaction is the first guy is too little too late. I understand the nervousness but he should have said it ages ago (like the night of your date). It doesn't sit right with me that he was weird on your date and then told you he didn't want to be friends? Sus. ESPECIALLY where you have this new guy doing all the right things and suddenly he's like "I DO like her." (Also it's lowkey messy that he's got issues with other coworkers. (Although I won't lie, I'm a little toxic and the fighting can be kind of fun 🤭). My worry is that he'll get all weird about you liking the new guy and cause more issues and then you'll be out two guys? Idk, that's a little extra and maybe a little dramatic, but hopefully you'll catch my drift).

If I were you, I would see where the stuff with the new guy goes. He seems more put together like you said. It would be worth saying to the original guy that he's too late and you found someone who was willing to put in effort right away so you want to explore that. You could even say "I think you're very sweet and I would have liked to explore where things could have gone but I'm not going to lead another person on because you took too long. Maybe our paths will cross later on but I want to focus on what's best for me."

Obviously you don't have to listen to me. I've only been in a couple relationships myself. I swear I have I "coached" a lot of friends through relationships (lol) and not that I put TONS of stock into my students' relationships at the high school level but I'm REALLY big on making sure they are treated properly. I don't stand for teenage boys leaving someone they like on delivered for DAYS and I am a huge believer that you shouldn't have to beg for attention--especially now that you're getting attention from elsewhere.

I wouldn't blame you if you decided to see where things go with the original guy, I just wanted to give you my perspective from the outside! As long as you're happy, I'll trust your judgment! 💕 I hope you don't think I'm too harsh either💕 It's nice of you to say you won't lead either of them on. That is extremely mature and it's good of you to be up front. If one or both can't handle it then they can shove it.

You never have to apologize for not writing! I love to hear from you but it's not expected! Glad you're enjoying hockerry 🥰

xoxo

[anthonybialy]

Vindicated Ritchie Incognito Reveals True Bullies

Ritchie Incognito got bullied.  Netflix writers wish they could script such a twist.  His story’s a documentary.  Getting treated like a villain for the crime of needling someone with a nearby locker conformed to a worldview in an ironically inadvertent way dishonest storytellers naturally don’t grasp.  The only sadists in the story lied about the prototypical lineman who was easy to cast as the perpetrator of heinous acts.  He didn’t commit them while they did.  A mendacious tale is a true confession.

You would’ve never guessed that chronic underachiever Jonathan Martin inflicted pain all along unless you paid attention.  Revealing he didn’t really think he was bullied in an ESPN profile that otherwise served as an a hagiography is an offhand admission that a story about an alleged old school tormentor violating contemporary modern health standards was fictional.

It’s so nice of him to admit the fabrication a few presidential elections later.  He can’t undo the damage he let fester any more than he can start blocking competently.  Pointing out Martin’s morals are as shaky as his play does not constitute bullying.

Deceitful messengers aided an unimpressive player.  In particular, social justice activist Adam Schefter still masquerades as a fair reporter.  You don’t have to trust his job title any more than you do that Martin had the drive to be a pro athlete.  The nefarious crusader marred Incognito’s persona like he thought it was his job.  Schefter’s lecturing kept him from his main role of paraphrasing news other outlets broke and pretending he’s breaking a story.

The embodiment of biased sports journalism posted the withdrawal with what he labeled a notable exerpt in an example of obliviousness that’s even glaring for him.  A politically correct agenda about a brute harming someone’s mental health fit his biased narrative except for the part where it was false.

Schefter is an arsonist concerned about fire safety.  His sudden discovery that Incognito didn’t commit the offenses of which he’s accused would’ve shocked 2014 Schefter.  That guy was also ostensibly a journalist, which makes his grudge against reality even more appalling.

Ritchie sure noticed who attempts to un-throw flags at him.  Heartless goons tried to ruin his life over their own cruel hangups.  Hmmm: I wonder what that’s called.

An apology won’t fix missed time and a sullied reputation.  The NFL may as well say sorry for letting the Titans throw a forward pass.  Whoops!  The deleterious results remain.

No penalty against those who fouled him will make up for Incognito losing a season.  The only thing worse than not being able to use one’s talents for a year is if they’re based in physical prowess.  An accountant might be able to pick up the trade after being excluded from the agency for fake accusations of bedeviling a junior bookkeeper.  By contrast, an athlete is only going to get so many games as a professional.  The clock can’t be turned backward by the referee.

The best hope at restitution may come from what is hopefully a pending lawsuit.  I’m cheering for drafting a lawyer who’s as relentless as Incognito was on the field.  He exhibited exactly the archetype you want in your guard.  A fan who doesn’t seek a little line craziness may as well ask to miss the playoffs.

Anyone who tells you there are no tradeoffs is trying to rip you off outright.  The seething lineman is a cliché for good reason.  Assertive coaches accept occasionally racking up unnecessary roughness setbacks as the downside of necessarily roughing up defenders.  Officials concluding action has gone a bit too far is a byproduct of aggression.

The real target has struggled himself.  I hope his malevolent oppressors are pleased.  Incognito’s documented struggles with anger management nonetheless don’t equal guilt.  His status as a beloved Buffalo Bill player and teammate belies hearsay.  He seems as if he could be pugnacious, which is why he made the right career choice.  Athletes with confrontational personalities are like fierce Marines: they found the right job for their identities.  Channeling testosterone productively is a side benefit of football.

Jerky behavior is common amongst pals.  A private glossary looks bad when published publicly.  Airing out internal lingo invariably means dissecting appalling things said out of context that’d make Redd Foxx blush.  Posting screenshots of text messages is how uptight narcs self-identify.   The judgmental shake their heads at gossip while fretting their own secrets will end up published online.  I’m just glad there aren’t transcripts of college rugby practices.

Welcome to the team.  Accept your teasing to join.  Giving grief to coworkers amounts to initiation rites.  A less antagonistic human might think that playing to your utmost is the only true test necessary.  But some excessively extroverted people get in your face.

The only victim is Incognito.  Not bullying was punished.  He will remain linked with something he didn’t do despite retractions.  The idea has already taken root.  Even reversals must acknowledge the original incorrect course.  Trying to get the public to stop thinking about zebras leads to bringing the phony charges back to mind.

Martin wasn’t just exposed as a lousy blocker.  The lack of character his teammate tried to recalibrate remains evident.  Football enthusiasts who somehow maintain delicate sensibilities validated those they classify as lunkheads.  Longterm validation for Incognito is also a win for those who believe softness is one of the worst qualities an athlete can display.  Fantasy sports players should should be able to envision what a locker room’s atmosphere is like.  The player stereotyped as a bully being the one who was persecuted is the soft reboot astute viewers should have expected.

[issyyhearts]

TELL ME RNNNNNNN IDC IF ITS DUMB I NEED TO NOW I LOVE DRAMA

this is so long i’m so sorry RIGHT OKAY SO BASICALLY WERE GONNA CALL MY FRIEND (girl btw) RYLIE AND WERE GONNA CALL THE BOY (who’s a friend ish) OLAF

so all three of us went to the same primary school i joined later in like yr4 anyways rylie im PRETTY sure liked olaf for pretty much the whole of primary school BUT in yr5 olaf liked me (i didn’t like him back) anyways but i was like friends with everyone and it didn’t really matter

around a year ago we went on a trip to disney with our school and to me it seemed like olaf was flirting with me right and rylie literally agreed after we came back (cuz they started dating after and she was like oh yk i thought he liked u at disney so i was surprised when he asked me out whatever) and there was also a literal rumour when we were on the trip that olaf was cheating on his then gf with me(HE WASNT)

moving on to now rylie and olaf dated around a year ago but broke up after like six months cuz he was being all dry and boring so rylie was like no im done (she’d been literally crying and basically begging him to put in effort for months) and all was well (mind you while olaf was being dry to rylie he was perfectly fine with me on the gc like starting conversations and keeping them which i found weird)

then we’re in a friend group ig with like a bunch of olaf’s friends idek what it is but anyways we have a group chat and basically olaf was on holiday and he was just messaging on the gc or whatever and i guess(?) i was talking to him a bit more than the others but that’s cuz i don’t really like or talk to the others anyways BUT one day he goes (for context there’s a bunch of cats where his hotel was and he kept sending pictures of them) blah blah look at this cat and sends a picture i go IMG ITS SO CUTE and he says do u want me to bring it back and give it to u as a christmas present i say yesyes (later he’s like too bad im not) but anyways then i get a text on snap from rylie

and in short she asks if i like olaf and she won’t be mad if i do she’s just wondering and im like nono i don’t and she’s like it just seems like you’re kinda flirting with him on the gc and im like if it seems like that it wasn’t purposeful and since she’s been kinda on and off weird

BUT i did forget to add this bit soz anyways about a month ago i told my friend erm we’ll call her cassie (we love and trust cassie) that i don’t like him NOW i don’t think but it’s kinda like i thought i would in the future yk if that makes sense and that was about olaf

anyways LITTERALY A DAY AFTER RYLIE MEDSAGES ME ABT OLAF SHES FULL ON MASS REPLYING AND TALKING TO HIM IN THE GC she also starts star wars(cuz he loves it) and talks to him about it ON THE GROUPCHAT WHERE NOBODY ELSE WATCHES STAR WARS even tho when they were together she didn’t watch them like hmmm

and i’m just here like girl if ur tryna make me jealous i literally don’t care YOU broke up with him cuz he was being dry and im sorry but quite frankly it’s not MY fault if olaf is talking to me on a group chat is it

but yeah she was ignoring me on the big group chat and then ignored my messages twice on our girls snap group and was also being rude and dry for no reason when i made a mistake about when i thought the homework was due

but then she’s fine the time we went out and she’s sometimes fine on the group with olaf in (she’s being more normal now but still like girl 🤨

AND AND when we were at disney and olaf was dating (we’ll call her gertrude) his og girlfriend she HATED me cuz of the rumour he was cheating like it was one of the reasons they broke up (it was toxic asf anyways) AND THIS GIRL GERTRUDE GOT ONE IF HER FRIENDS TO TAKE A PICTURE OF ME AND OLAF WALKING NECT TK EACHOTHER OUT OF DISNEY TO GET BACK ON THE COACH girl where else do u want me to stand ALL my friends that i’ve been hanging out with for the past 2/3 days are there cal down 😭✋ anyways that was the night they broke up LMAO twas quite funny i think she still hates me to this day

[wordsofelie]

Chapter 2

🌅Don’t you dare runaway (A Phoenix and Ashes Sequel)

Miya Osamu x f!reader

Summary: Miya Osamu thinks some things will never change— Atsumu will always be annoying; his Ma’s food will always be the best and you will always be his favourite sunrise.

Content Warnings: Timeskip Setting, Manga Spoilers, ex!Suna, Swearing, Mention of Blood & Childbirth

Words count: 3.8k

chapter 1 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8

It’s late December, the leaves have left the branches and the last rays of sunlight shine timidly.

It’s late December and Atsumu thinks he might die from fratricide.

“I swear, ‘Samu, I’m sorry-”

“I told ya I needed ya today. For once in yer damn life, I ask for help, and ya can’t even do that," Osamu snaps, his jaw is tightening so much, he feels a tension forming from his neck to his forehead.

Atsumu cringes, on the other side of the call, he tries to lighten the atmosphere. “Stop cursin’, it ain’t that bad.”

“D’ya know how important this is for me?”

The younger twin starts walking around his restaurant in circles. It’s starting to get dark outside, Osamu should turn on the light, but his hands are too busy (holding the phone with his right; clenching his fist with his left).

A tornado of thoughts is invading his mind: how will he manage to get his stocks ready for the beginning of the year? He’s supposed to release the new recipe in two days, but how can he do that when he is out of rice? What if he can’t respect the orders his clients have made? Each question is coming faster than the one before.

“Listen I’m sorry, I really thought I could come but coach called us and with the winter holidays we won’t have a lot of time to practice and the Olympics Games are next year, it’s in Tokyo I really want to-“

“Please stop talkin’ about yer ass, yer just selfish- like ya’ve always been.”

Osamu’s voice is much calmer this time, more than calm, it’s cold. He has stopped walking, his thoughts have slowed down now, he just feels frustrated and angry.

“Selfish? Yer the one who doesn’t want to hire someone to help. That wouldn’t happened if ya were able to trust others but nah, Osamu-sama doesn’t want anyone but him to work in his prestigious restaurant.”

How he is supposed to rely on someone when his own brother cannot do him a favour on the busiest week of the year, the one that is supposed to make his business’ profits grow by two?

He opens his lips to bark back but a sudden wave of fatigue surges in him, “Okay, forget it. Happy new year ‘Tsumu.”

“Wait, let’s-“ Atsumu’s voice is cut short as Osamu hangs up.

The tension in the kitchen crackles like the freezing air outside.

Osamu lets himself fall on a stool in the corner of the room. He sighs heavily, desperate and lonely.

It all started earlier in the day when Kita called him. Osamu immediately felt panic in his former captain's voice and current rice supplier.

“Osamu, I’m deeply sorry, I was supposed to deliver yer order but my sister, she’s gone into labour, and it is not goin’ well. I thought I could stop by Osaka first but she’s strugglin’, she’s losin’ a lot of blood and-“

“Kita-san, it’s fine.” Osamu didn't really register the consequences of the situation at first, but he is not a monster, Kita’s sister seemed to be having a hard time, rice was the least of priorities right now.

“But I was supposed to deliver the bags this afternoon, I know how busy this time of the year is for ya. I’ll make sure to make a discount on this month’s order.”

Osamu smiled a little, “we’ll talk about that later. Take care of yer sister.”

The older man explained to his friend that with all his workers away for the New Year holidays, he had no one else to help him manage. The only remaining solution was then for Osamu to make the trip himself, Kita’s grandmother, too old to travel, stayed behind at the farm.

“I’ll inform her ya or yer brother is comin’, she’ll welcome ya. Please accept my deepest apologise.”

“Thank you, captain, I’ll call ‘Tsumu now, we’ll find a solution.”

He had then called Atsumu, who’d promised to help so that Osamu could stay in Osaka and the restaurant would be open all day tomorrow. But now, with evening falling and no sign of his brother, Osamu's temper is boiling over.

It is quiet, almost peaceful, in Onigiri Miya, still, he can feel a weight pressing down on him and stiffing his muscles. Osamu starts thinking about customers relying on him, the orders he was supposed to have prepared for the next day. He can’t even go to a supermarket since they’re all closed because of the holiday.

The situation is getting out of his hands and Osamu hates that.

The door creaks open. It’s you. Your breath fogs in the cold air as you step inside.

Osamu hears you call his name, once, twice, thrice before you finally catch sight of him.

You stand in the kitchen threshold with a bottle in your hands. He can’t see your fingers under your gloves, but the warmth of the oven makes your cheeks and nose redden a little bit.

“Hey, I wanted to bring you something. My mum made some yuzu juice, and I thought you might like it.” You set the bottle on the worktop; the sound of glass against the wooden surface makes an echo.

“Why is it so dark in here?” You turn on the light and with a teasing voice you tell him, “are you meditating or—"

You don’t finish your sentence; Osamu guesses you decipher the stormy look on his face. He lowers his cap a little as if that would hide his furrowed brows and lips pressed into a tight line. He doesn’t look like the calm, collected Osamu you know, and for a moment, you look like you’re unsure if it’s the right time to be here.

“You alright?” you ask, getting closer to him.

He exhales sharply, letting his hands fall on his thighs. “Not really,” he mutters and checks the time on his phone again. “Kita can’t get the rice to me ‘cause his sister’s gone into labour. Nobody can deliver it for me. Called ‘Tsumu for help, he said he will go but in the end he can’t. Of course, this happens today when I have eight orders to prepare, and a stall to get ready for the Christmas Market.” He clicks his tongue, it’s sharper than the sound of the glass.

You blink, taking in his words. “That’s rough,” you murmur. “But… I’m here now. What can I do to help?”

Osamu looks at you, his expression softening slightly at your offer. However, the weight of everything hasn’t lifted, and he’s unsure how to respond.

“I dunno,” he sighs. “I just need to get this rice, otherwise I’m screwed for the next few days.”

You pause, considering. “Well, how far is it to Kita’s farm?”

“It’s not the distance,” Osamu grumbles, “it’s the timing. The whole week’s been booked out, and with the rush, I can’t just go and leave the shop.”

You nod, leaning against the counter. “Alright, then if we leave now, we’ll come back during the night, and everything will be ready for tomorrow.”

Watching you talk makes his heart feel oddly light. You go to the back room to grab his jacket and hand him, you also put your navy scarf around his neck. You don’t let go of the scarf and bend towards him. The storm that is lying in his veins becomes a delicate summer breeze as soon as you lay eyes on him. Of course, he can rely on you, how could he have forgotten? The two of you have been each other rock and anchor for years. He’s helped you as much as you’ve helped him, always so gently. But what is crazy is that that gentleness of yours seems so effortless. At that moment, Osamu appears incredibly small and stupid compared to you.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“Ya don’t have to help m-“

Your features harden and soften at the same time, it makes him feels safe and solid again. “Let me help you, please.” You simply answer.

Osamu’s knuckles are tight around the steering wheel, his phalanges even start hurting. His jaw remained clenched. He’s so worked up he barely notices the heavy silence between you two at first.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches you looking outside the window, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.

A sense of guilt surges in him, you made the effort to come with him and he is not showing any sign of gratitude. So, he tries to engage the conversation—it’s usually so natural to talk with you in the car.

“So-hm- how was work today? Aren’t the guys too hard to handle? Did Bokuto force ya to do that TikTok trend again?”

Without looking at him, you reply, your voice soft but firm. “You don’t have to pretend, you know. Not with me.”

“I’m not pretendin’, I’m just confused because yer not talkin’. Ya usually like to talk when I drive.” Osamu finally mutters, trying to mask the irritation in his voice, though it’s still there, simmering just beneath the surface.

You chuckle a little and finally turn to him, “I’m fine with the silence too Osamu, as long as we are together, everything’s fine.”

That simple statement makes him swallow his next words. He knows you’re right, in joy and madness, in despair and excitement, you always accept him. He knows that he doesn’t need to put on a brave face around you. But the habit of keeping his emotions in check, especially when things go wrong, runs deep. He also wants to appear composed in front of you so that you know he can always protect you.

You shift in your seat, then reach for your phone and put on some music. You look back out at the passing landscape, your voice a little higher now. “The countryside’s beautiful this time of year, don’t you think? I’ve lived in Hyogo for so many years, but I’ve never really been out here. It’s different from where my family is from up north.”

Osamu listens, though he doesn’t respond immediately. He takes a quick glance at the quiet evening roads and large fields of matcha? Rice? Flowers? It’s too dark to know exactly what is grown here. Still, he wants to enjoy the world through your eyes. To be honest, even he who was born here, never really cared about the landscapes. When his grandmother would take him and his brother on a hike, he wouldn’t complain but he wouldn’t be amazed either. Getting on top of the mountain was fun (especially when he arrived before Atsumu) because it meant he could finally sit down and have a snack. But he hated it when his grandmother asked him to wait and look around. Osamu wanted to eat not stand in front of a still view. “Listen to the wind Osamu-kun, feel the sun on your face. Yer a part of this world too, never forget everything that ya see, everything that ya touch is connected to yer own story.”, his grandmother would tell him, and the boy pretended to understand what she said. Sometimes he would stay a little bit longer to look at the landscapes, what’s so special about them anyway? He would always wonder but even today he is still seeking for the right answer.

His grip on the wheel loosens and the tension in his muscles relieves. You must feel the boy relax by your side because you steal his cap and put it on your head even if he groans. It’s too big for you, “that’s because of my brain, yer not as smart as me.” Osamu concludes with his teasing tone.

“Whatever.” You pout. Cute, he thinks.

He feels a pleasant feeling in his cheeks as his lips form into a smile and almost forgets about the chaotic evening he had just spent.

“Shin-chan told ya were comin, please get inside, ya must be cold.”

Grandma Yumie opens the door to welcome you the second you get off the car. Osamu wonders if she had been waiting on the doorway.

You bow before offering her the bottle of yuzu juice your mother had made (at least, it was useful) and thank her again and again.

“I prepared some tea, it would warm ya up.”

You take a glance at Osamu, probably to ask for his approval. He wouldn’t lie, he wants to take the rice bags, put them in his car and leave as soon as possible. But Kita’s grandmother’s kindness mixed with the need to drink something hot (Decembers are brutal in this region), doesn’t make him think twice. So, he follows her.

Once Osamu passes the entrance and takes off his shoes, he is enveloped by the aroma of something cooking in the kitchen. It smells like meat and mushrooms and seafood; she’s probably making nabe soup, he guesses. His stomach starts to ramble and his mouth to water.

The living room is clean and organised, it almost seems like nobody lives here. At the same time, there’s this present warmth, one that feels lived in. Osamu also notices the small personal touches—the neatly arranged slippers by the door, the delicate vase of flowers on a low table, a stack of freshly folded blankets resting on a chair. It reminds him of home in a way, but quieter, calmer, like time slows down here.

The old lady leads both of you into the kitchen, and Osamu is immediately drawn to the pot simmering on the stove. The scent of nabe is stronger now and his stomach rumbles again, this time louder.

“Sit, sit,” Grandma Yumie insists, motioning to the small table by the window. The view outside is dark, the cold is seeping through the glass, but the heat from inside is stronger. You take a seat, giving Osamu a small smile, your eyes light up when Yumie brings over two steaming cups of tea.

Osamu sits across from you; his eyes start to hurt from the fatigue.

“Would ya like to eat a little bit? I’ll show ya the storage room after.”

“This is so kind of you,” you say, “Thank you for welcoming us.”

Grandma Yumie waves off your gratitude with a warm smile. “Shin-chan spoke very highly of ya both. And it’s no trouble at all. Plus, it’s too cold to send ya away without a proper meal.”

You chuckle lightly, and Osamu notices the way you always seem more at ease in these kinds of settings—around older people, in quieter, simpler environments. You’ve always had that calming effect on him, even when he’s stressed or overwhelmed, like now.

There’s a picture of Shinsuke and his siblings hanging in the kitchen. Yumie tells you the story about that day. Osamu doesn’t listen to her attentively, he simply looks at you.

You fit in this house. Maybe when you’ll get older you could live in a place like this, surrounded by pictures and flowers. You could have a big kitchen and on Sundays Osamu could cook you someth—wait.

Why would you live together?

Osamu almost chokes on his tea when he realises the implication of his thought, Yumie and you turn suddenly to him.

“Are you okay Osamu?” you put your hand on his forearm and the sudden touch makes him back up brutally.

It’s subtle but the man sees your brows furrow a little bit and when your eyes leave his, he immediately regrets his move.

Touch me again, anywhere, but please, touch me, his mind is begging him to say.

But you get up and come back with a glass of water that you hand to him.

You clear your throat and say, “Maybe we should go to the storage room now and eat later.”

“Of course.” Grandma Yumie gets up and the warmth of the house isn’t enough to make up the void your touch has left on his arm.

“Shit.” Osamu curses.

Of course, the gods are against him.

First Kita who can’t do the delivery, then Atsumu letting him down and now his car whose motor seems to be frozen by the frost.

Osamu hates himself for not controlling the fucking weather (it’s snowing, and hard), not controlling the fucking car (he should have listened when his dad taught him mechanics) and above everything else, for putting you and Kita’s grandmother in trouble.

“Let me go and ask our neighbour, maybe ya could use his car.”

“Oba-san.” You say softly, “you should go inside, you’ll catch a cold if you stay in the snow. Osamu and I will take care of it, I can go to his house and ask for help?” Osamu sees your lips shudder, and still, you smile at her.

“Yer such a precious young woman.”

She gives you the instructions (“It’s the first house on the left. Tell him ya come from the Kita’s farm and that yer car doesn’t seem to start. Shinsuke will help him with the harvest this year again.”)

You start running towards the house and Osamu calls your name, “it’s dangerous.” He groans, “I should be the one goin’ there.”

“Don’t worry Osamu-kun, she’s not made of porcelain.” Yumie says gently.

“What if she falls? This is all my problem. I should take care of it. Shit.”

Yumie tilts her head a little bit and looks at him, “there are things that ya can control and some that ya can’t. The kami-sama put obstacles on our road, but it is not for us to destroy or to overcome, it’s for us to walk along them.” She waits a few seconds before continuing, “it’s hard to accept those obstacles on our own. That is why we need each other. Yer friend, she cares a lot about ya, I can tell ya that she cares as much as ya do. Let her walk by your side, treat her as your equal. If ya choose the solitary path, ya’ll never move forward. Whereas she’ll find someone else who wants her by their side. And that person will be very lucky to have her.”

(For a second Osamu believes he is on top of the mountain with his late Grand-Mother.)

Osamu sighs heavily. He waits for her to leave and kicks the wheel in frustration. The force he puts in his leg makes him fall down on his back on the frozen grass.

He doesn’t even complain about the fall, nor he tries to stand up.

He just lies there.

The stars should have been shining bright tonight but instead they’re hidden by clouds.

Osamu just wanted things to be right. He wanted to please his customers, improve his recipes and have a better reputation. What if he loses his restaurant after that?

You’re being too dramatic, just like your brother, you would tell him.

But the thing his, he really wanted to show the world he could make it. Show ‘Tsumu he made the right choice, show his Ma’ and Pa’ they can be proud of their son even if he’s not a world-known athlete, show you he’s someone you can rely on (not like your dickhead ex).

But it’s over now.

“Get your ass off here.”

Your voice resonates into his ears like an order, you sound mad. You never sound mad.

He sits to take a look at your face. It’s hard to see in the dark, but you look as mad as you sound.

“We will have to leave tomorrow morning.” You tell him and the reality hits him in the guts, “It’s too dangerous to take the road now because more snow is coming. The motor needs to warm up so there’s no other choice but to wait. If your car is still like that tomorrow, then the neighbour will let us have his car. It’s a good thing everyone respects Kita here.”

You’re right, again, but that doesn’t help ease the boy’s frustration.

“What?” You ask even though it comes out more like an accusation than a question.

“I’m pissed off.” Osamu feels his ears warm up as he realises how childish he sounds.

“Well, that won’t change anything. Now come inside.”

“I want to stay here a little bit.”

You sigh in annoyance, “And you’ll get sick, and you’ll have to close the restaurant and this time, the only person to blame will be you.”

Osamu thought he would always be the one to look after you. Sometimes you seem so fragile, he wants to build a fort around you and constantly stand guard. He wants to hide you from all the people and horrors that this world has created.

What a fool.

You don’t need him.

Because you already look after yourself. And you do a pretty good job at it.

You’re so much stronger than he thinks.

So, he gets up and runs to catch up with you. You walk a little bit in silence and finally you say playfully, “stop frowning so much or you’ll get wrinkles.”

He rolls his eyes and can’t help but grin.

“What’s on your mind?” You decide to ask him anyway, even though the answer is pretty clear.

Or at least you thought it was.

“This was a shitty day. But I’m happy we shared that shit together.”

Then, “thank you,” he whispers before opening the door.

Osamu doesn’t want to hold back anymore so he smiles, genuinely, wholeheartedly. Perhaps, this way, he can convey what words can’t.

The features on your face soften and you don’t look mad anymore (even though he didn’t know why you were mad in the first place). It’s enough to make his heart at peace.

After helping Grandma Yumie wash the dishes and make the bed, you get ready to shower.

When Osamu comes out of the bathroom, you look surprised (which is weird because you’ve literally spent the day together, so why are you acting like you were not expecting him here?)

He runs his hand through his wet hair awkwardly and mumbles, “I-I took a bath, you can use the water. I hope it’s not too hot though.”

“That’s nice of you.” You clear your throat. His eyes fall on your neck as if instinct had drawn them here. You wear a purple kakeyu that once belonged to Kita’s sister. Purple looks good on you, Osamu thinks (but any colour would look good on you really).

The top of the cloth is loosening a little bit so if his eyes travel a little bit further down, he might see things he’ll regret (well, it’s not the sight he would regret but it’s the fact that he didn’t ask for your permission to do so. But if he were honest, he really wished he could see more. But that’s not the time nor the place.)

He suddenly starts searching for something to distract him, a frame, a stain on the wall, a chandelier. Anything could make it.

“Oba-san just told me Kita's sister has recovered. She had a baby girl, she's very healthy.” You break the silence.

“Well, that's a relief.”

“It is... hm-Have a good night.”

“Yeah, ya too.”

“My bedroom is in front of yours so if you don’t feel good or I don’t know… Well.. just knock.”

“I’ll knock. Sure. Thanks.”

He starts walking to his room and suddenly he is glad his back his facing you now because his face has turned red. Scarlet, even.

(And so is yours, but he’ll never know that.)

Grandma Yumie, who wanted to give you some tea before sleep, decides it’s no use anymore.

Maybe it’s better to leave those two alone, she whispers to herself.

author notes: when my boyfriend read that chapter he told me the beginning was very chaotic and i thought that i should change it but he said it was the point and that it was a good way of showing how frustrated osamu feels haha, idk what you think of that?

anyway that was very random, i hope you liked it :)

Elie

taglist: @wolffmaiden, @teyvatsunsets, @obibiwan

[rise-april-art-challenge]

HOLY-*AHEM* I am getting SPOILD TODAY! Where to start! First off…THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING! I LOVE ALL OF THEM! Now…let’s get to it…

1. Can never go wrong with April. Our Queen! Literally the BEST APRIL, and I will NOT take any SLANDER! Love her sassy pose and the “I just woke up, what do you want,” expression on her face. And of course, it would be Donnie calling. Rare to see her without her glasses, but she still looks fire! Nicely done!

2. PFFT! Of course, seeing the future, we can all bet that Leo gets pretty tall…buuut, I’m betting his growth spurt is late, puberty coming to boys later and all…but I LOVE the idea of the brothers teasing him for being short…and this idea is growing on me. Short Leo only means he gets all the cuddly bear hugs, which I am totally on board for. And Mikey, ever the competitive troll. Whether Leo likes it or not, his lil bro learned a thing or two from him. Great take on the prompt, very clever!

3. BWAHAHAHA! And I thought Leo being a short king was funny! Casey, relax, there are ways to be a parent without sacrificing your gay identity. And yeah, I see Casey as Cass’ biological child. He looks WAY too much like her for him not to be. Also, ANY art with those two interacting is gold! @nickelodeon We NEED to see this meeting happen! Bring back Rise of the TMNT!

4. T_T Wh-why-WHY!?! You had me all happy with Cass and her son and then you BREAK MY HEART WITH SPLINTER AND HIS MOM!?! HOW DARE! But, I gotta say, that is SUCH a heartwarming idea. The fact that his mother was always with him, that she was silently supporting her baby even if she could not reach him. Splinter being half in shadow and half in light is such a clever motif. And I love how gently his mother is holding him. Making me feel things…you get points as an artist, but I am also SO sad now.

5. Haven’t seen anyone draw Senior Hueso so far! And, excuse me? No joke? Then what is that whole, subtle, funny jab about Hueso not trusting Piel? The swag in his pose, pushing his pirate bro back while he’s busy being the waiter to end all waiters. We need more Senioir Hueso @nickelodeon! Bring back RISE!

6. With a prompt like “Professor” I got A LOT of Donnies! I absolutely LOVE that you won’t with Mikey instead! Look at him! He’s so DONE with his brothers’ nonsense. If Raph makes sure they make responsible decisions overall, Mikey makes sure that they’re taking care of their mental needs. Also, LOVE The line “running from PTSD forever.” The boy would be a great coach one day. And it seems like no matter what, the disaster twins are going to disaster. Love it!

7. Naw man, Leo knows LGBT rep when he sees it. But for real, I would be okay with either or. I know that Nickelodeon cannot officially say anything because there be judgemental people out there, but I KNOW these two are not just roommates. But hey, who said their private business is any of Leo’s business huh? And the fact that Warren is wearing a little suit? Where these two on a date? Hmm? Seems suspish to me. You have a great sense of humor! Thank you so much!

that’s like..a lot of fanart

Ok, so I’ve actually been doing the Rise April Challenge for a whole week now, but I decided to make 4 big posts instead of 30…..

Day 1. April O’neil. No comments, just our Queen

Day 2. Competition

Been thinking too much about size difference between sliders and softshells. I’m obsessed with the idea that Leo’s gonna become  the short king of the family ‘cos Mikey is learning to levitate only to mock his tiny bro. 

Day 3. Casey& Casey Jr.

I headcanon Casey as Cassandra’s biological child, and my silly brain can’t help but come up with jokes about gay confusion. Girl, relax, you can top both

Day 4. Dream

Couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Splinter’s mother knew about “hot soup” which means she also knew about Nexus and Big Mama. Obviously, ghosts can’t do much in material world, but sometimes just being there is enough to turn a nightmare into a dream. You are not alone.

Day 5. Bottle

I was really tired and couldn’t come up with a proper joke. But Hueso is still a man of my dreams

Day 6. Professor

Not only boys are stupid but all the Hamatos. Everyone else is just lucky not to sleep in a turtle pile, ‘cos when somebody’s nightmares wake Mikey up he becomes relentless. Maybe it’s a good thing tho, you can run from PTSD forever

Day 7. Nonsense

Silly Leo, they’re not gay. it’s called being partners in crime/if you were a woman i would marry you/best rommies for life

[cdkeigna]

Doing Gymnastics: SOUTH TERANO X BLACK READER [Part Two]

Read Part One here

Relationship: South Terano X Black Reader (afab, uses any pronouns)

CW: NSFW, smut, porn with plot, jealousy, fucking, cussing, praise kink, raw sex, oral sex, rough sex, mirror sex, shower sex, size kink, public, kink, breeding kink, pet names, belly bulge, fingering, tears, groping, choking, hair pulling, biting, handjob, over-stimulation, edging, soft/hard dom, choking, scratching, dirty talks, multiple sex positions, eye contact.

A/N: HEYYY IM BACK 🤭 I been gone for so long actually 😭 But here I am with a new South fic 😁🫶🏾 I just had to make a part two bro, the first one was sooooo good !!! Made me feel a lil… y’know… KinKY 👀😮‍💨 So here’s a part 2 🌚🌚 (Had to change the pic because Toumblr is a hater 😒) Just because I miss South so fucking much bro like omg I need him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭‼️ Enjoy 🥰😚 Reblogs, Comments and Likes are welcomed 😋🤞🏾💗

PEOPLE LESS THAN 18YO, DO NOT INTERACT

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A week has passed since your fight with South and now, you’re on your way to the gym. You and South are still beefing because of how jealous he is of your relationship with Benkei, your gym coach.

Even though he knows that he’s married, he still doesn’t trust him and « keep an eye on him », like he said. You get in the gym, greet the coaches and go in the changing room. You put your gym shoes on, take your water bottle and join your coach.

- Hi Ben !

« Good afternoon Y/N ! You’re ready for today’s session ? » He say with a smile

- I’m always ready !

« That’s what I’m talking about ! So let’s get it started already then. »

- Yup yup ! you smile, all excited

« You seems excited for someone who hates full body exercises… » he laughs

Your smile fades away.

«  It’s not leg day...? you whisper

He burst out laughing.

- I’m going home.

« You’re not going anywhere ! » he giggle

- Give me a good reason to stay. you cross your arms

« My wife is going to workout with you. » he smiles

- OH MY GOD REALLY ?!

« Yes, she’s right there. » he nods

You turn around and see her walking towards you, she smiles.

« Hey friend ! » she waves at you

- Hiiii ! I’ve missed you !! Happy late birthday by the way ! How was your night ??? you ask her, all excited

« It was so fun ! I went out with the girls and they did me a surprise ! » she smiles

« You still could’ve warn me. » whisper Benkei

« You’re still mad about it, baby ? » she smiles, walking to him

« Can we start already ? » he squint

You frown, looking at them both. Something happened, you think. They’re both looking at each other as if they were about to EAT each other… You also feel a certain tension coming from them and it feels like you’re sweating because of that. You shake your head and join them, breaking their staring contest.

- We’re starting or not ?

«  Yes ! Let’s go and run 10km now ! Both of you » says Benkei

- Ugh… great…

[…]

An hour later, You just finished the majority of your session with Benkei’s wife, who is gone to help one of her student. You’re doing your exercises with Ben behind you, gossiping.

- What… happened with your wife ? you sigh loosing the dumbbell

« Nothing. Bring your legs a bit closer. »

- Stop lying ! Something definitely— HAPPENED !! you scream, lifting the dumbbell You guys won’t stop flirting—

« Stop talking and focus ! 30 deadlifts now. » he yells

- Geez… you sigh

You bend over and start doing your deadlifts with a lighter dumbbell. You look at Ben.

- But seriously, what happened ?

« Mind your business or you’re going to do 30 more. And clench your butt when you get up » he say, kicking it

- Stop it !

« Don’t stop the deadlifts ! » he keeps kicking your butt

- I said stop !

« Are you deaf ?! »

You both turn your heads to the huge voice.

- South ?! you drop the dumbbell

« You know him ? » Ask Benkei

- South, what are you doing here ? you say getting in front of him Aren’t you supposed to be—

« I’ve always been there. Is he bothering you ?? » he ask

- N-no I’m okay, don’t worry-

« Sorry to interrupt you both but who… » Says Benkei, clearing his throat

- Oh yeah Benkei, this is my—

South grabs Benkei’s hand and shake it, you sigh. Some people around you are staring at y’all.

- My god… you say shaking your head

« I’m Terano. Their boyfriend. » he dryly say

« Uh- Oh nice to meet you Terano, I’m— »

« I know who you are, and I also saw what you did. Kick their ass one more time, and I’m gonna— » he says tightening his hand on Benkei’s

- Okay enough ! South I’ll see you later, move. you say grabbing his arm

« Sorry about the kicks Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that, my fault. » says Benkei

- … Appreciate that. you nod

« Don’t let it happen again. » whispers South

« Copy that… Can you let my hand go now ? Gahdammit… » grunts Benkei

- South, let him go !

He does and wrap an arm around your waist.

« I’ll see you at home, darling » he whisper in your ear

You close your eyes and look up at him.

- You’re such a dork, get the fuck out of here…

He smiles and kisses your cheek then walks away. You sigh and turn around to look at him, he winks at you. You couldn’t help it but stare at his ass in his red short as he walks away. You sigh again.

- I fucking hate him. you whisper to yourself

« … I did not have to witness all of this. » says Benkei with a blank face

- You didn’t see anything !

« So… This is your man… » he says, pointing a finger to him

- Yes !

« He’s… massive… And that tattoo… Scary but… kinda cool I’m not gonna lie— »

- Yeah anyway… Forget about it !

« You wanna continue ?

- Actually I don’t know…

« Go home or go to your spot then come back after. » he say patting your shoulder

- Im going in my spot and if I don’t come back, you’ll see me in 2 days ! Or a week…

« Can I come if I don’t see you in 30 minutes ? »

- Yes, you can !

« Good, see you later »

You take your bottle and find your way to your spot. Your spot is actually the dance studio but since it’s always empty, you always go there when you feeling down or when you’re just lazy to do something, like right now. You take a mat, lay down on it and close your eyes. Your moment of peace don’t last long when a shadow comes right above your face, you keep your eyes close because you already know who it is.

- Why are you still here, mother fucker ?

« Still mad at me, darling ? »

- Go, the fuck, home.

« I don’t want to. »

You open your eyes and look up.

- South, if I get up I’m going to— Oh.

« Going to what, Y/N ? » he smiles

- Get off— oh my god… you shake your head

You see the bump of his hardness through his short and him looking down at you with a smirk. You slap your forehead.

- I fucking hate you. you rub your head

He scoffs.

- Why are you here in the first place, uh ?

« What do people go to the gym for ? »

- … Ugh, go home already.

« I’m not done with my workouts yet, neither do you... »

- Oh my go- leave me alone !

You get up on your knees and try to push but he steps back. You fall on your hands and raise your head and your face is right in front of the bump of his short. Great, you think. You sat back on your heels and look up at him.

- Move.

« Why ? I’m good where I’m at. » he smirks

You shake your head but with limited mouvement, because he’s too close from your face. You wanna look in another direction but there’s nothing else than his hard dick in front of you.

«  Y’like what you see ? Because you’re staring veeeery~ hard » he says with a flirty tone

You bite your lip, sigh and close your eyes.

« You want it ? » he say holding you chin

Your glistening eyes meet his. He looks at you with teasing eyes and a huge smile on his face. He’s stroking your cheek and lips, you frown.

- South… you heavily breathe

You’re starting to heat up. Your cheeks are all red and your heart is racing in your chest. You look at his member and notice how hard it got. You desire it and you can’t deny it anymore. He skim your lips with his thumb.

« You want it so bad, don’t you ? » he says untying his short

Fuck yes.

« Go ahead and spit on it. » he whispers, lowering his short

You bite your lip and look up at him.

- You should seat.

« I’ll be fine… » he smiles

- …Suit yourself. you say before completely putting his short down

His dick pops out right in front of your face and you just look at it. Your mouth is watering just by looking at it, it also feels like you’re almost drooling. It’s so big, you think You lick your lips, close your eyes and take it in your mouth. You slowly start to suck from the tip to the base and give it long licks, he hisses.

You grab his hips and start to bob your head back and forth, fully taking him in your throat. You take a maximum of pleasure doing it, hearing him moan and praise you, just having a taste of him is turning you on. He grabs your head and falls on his knees.

« … Shit— Fuck Y/N…» he spread his legs

- I told you to sit. you say grabbing it

You lay on your stomach, rest your elbows on the floor and arch your back to be more comfortable while doing it. You spit on it and shove it back in your throat while you stroke and fondle his balls at the same time. He pull his shirt and bite it to keep it up, to stifle his moans too. You lick the base to the tip and put it back in your mouth to focus on the tip. You rub it with your thumb before going back to suck it. You grab it with your both hands and give him a handjob at the same time, he sighs and throw his head back.

« Goddamn Y/N… You’re so fucking good at it… he moans, resting his hand on your head

You hollow your cheek and suck it until your lips touches your hand, then you take it off your mouth with a huge pop then your eyes meet his. You’re out of breath with a bit of pre cum on your lips. You lick your lips to go back at it but he grabs your neck and kiss you and y’all both get up as y’all are starting to remove each other’s clothes.

- We shouldn’t- do— this… you stutter in his mouth

« But we are » he removes your top

- … What if there’s a camera ? you whine

« It better get our best profile then. » he sigh, throwing your top on the floor

He grabs your arms and bring you closer to him as he walks back and tosses you on the ballet pole. He gets behind and put your leggings down.

« You’re doing full-body exercises today, right ? » he looks at you through the mirror

- Yeah and ? you whisper

« I know you hate doing that, so I’m gonna help you with one we both love… » he says bringing your sports bra up

- … What are you talking abo— Mmh !

« Stop acting like you don’t know that sex is a full-body exercise, you freak. » he whisper, rubbing your nipples

You cross your legs and close your eyes, breathing heavily.

- You’re the freak— South… you moan

« Mhmm mhmm… Whatever you say, bunny. » he kiss your cheek and neck

You wrap your arm around his neck as he keeps rubbing, stroking and pinching your breast. You bite your lip, trying to contain your moans. His left hand go down between your legs and massage your clitoris through your thong.

- We don’t have time for fore play, go straight to it already ! you sigh, putting your thong down

He arch a brow, then smiles.

«  Say no more. »

He grabs your waist and thrust inside you. You gasp and grip on the mirror, closing your eyes. You let a moan out but immediately slap your mouth to silence it, since y’all are in public. He adjust himself and grabs your neck to give you deeper strokes, you hisses and your eyes rolls back. Your ass is bouncing and clapping against him and it’s getting little too loud, he smack it, you scream.

« Come on baby, your ass is not the only loud thing I wanna hear » he smiles

- This is so- wrong… you whisper

« You want me to stop then ? » he says in your ear

- … Fuck…

« Yes or no ? » he looks at you in the mirror

- No… go faster…

«  Louder. »

- Faster ! Aghn~ you moan

« Mhmm… »

He goes as you said, let your neck go and tighten his grip on your waist. You rest your hands on the pole and let your head fall. You know good and well that what y’all are going is wrong, that you should end it and go back to your workout, ut you just don’t want him to stop, the way he touches you, how good it feels and, to be honest, the idea of doing it in public always been arousing to you. Now you just gotta pray to not get caught, or else y’all gonna have big problems, especially you.

The pole under your hand is creaking and hit the mirror with a huge bam. You both stop any mouvements, look at it, eyes wide open, then look at each other.

« Oh shit… » he whisper

- Let’s go somewhere else…

«  C’mere ! » he turns you around to face him

You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up. He walks to the mats and seat on yours. You stay on your knees and adjust yourself to ride him, then fall on his length. You sigh and slowly ride him, biting your lip. He puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you as you ride him. You moan in his mouth and he grips at your ass, you raise your head and take his length deeper and he looks at you. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rub and pinch the other one, you sigh.

- South…

He makes you lay down on the mat and kiss your body, from the chest to your stomach, your breath gets heavy and your legs shaky too. He gets on his knees, grab your hips and thrust inside you. You gasp and put your arms above your head.

- Damn South… Fuck~ you whimper

He’s going at a rapid and deep pace into you. You’re trying your best to contain your moans and to not make any noise but he’s just making it hard to keep it.

- Mmh shit— Aaahh my god ~! you bite your lip

He grabs your legs and spread them more, you whine and arch your back. You look at him and put your hands on his arm.

- Please South… This is too much, be— you whisper

He grabs both your arms and pin them back above your head then pound harder than he already was into you, you almost yelled. You cry out, curling your toes and shaking your head.

- Aaaghn shit ! you pant, rolling your eyes back

« Feels good, right ? » he grunts

You never felt that good before, but you also feel kinda weird at the same time, maybe because y’all are doing it in public, practically in your workplace, and you can’t be as loud as usual, but it just feel so good that you can’t even think straight.

- Mmmph… Yes it— DOES~~ FUCK ! you stutter

« Yeaah… » he hum, biting his lip

He let go off your hand to rub your clit. His thumb do slow circular mouvements on it and you’re losing your mind. You moan out, putting your hand on your mouth. Amused, he’s going faster. You weep.

- S…South… Please… you hold his hand

« Move your hand. »

- But-

« Move it. » he sigh

- … Nghh fuck~ you close your eyes

« Actually, give it back. »

He take your hand in his and lay it flat on your lower belly.

« Can you feel that ? » he ask, reducing his pace

You feel his length rearranging your insides and how slow it moves. It feels weird to actually feel it under your hand but you can’t deny the fact that it feels good inside. You nod.

- Yes… I can… Feels amazing~~ you whimper

« Yeah… And you taking it so good » he kiss your neck

He grabs your wrists and brings you closer to him. You turn around on all fours and rest your head on the floor, you look back at him.

- G-give me some more bae please… you pant

He put his hands aside your head and penetrate you. You bite your lip as he push himself deeper and deeper. You’re in full excitement and lust when it knocks on the door.

« Everything is alright for you, Y/N ? » ask Benkei at the door

« Tsk ! Not him… » groan South, taking himself out

At this moment, you begin to completely panic. You say shut up to South and clear your throat.

- Yes ! I’m doing gr-AAANGH SHIT ! you yell

South just penetrate back into you in a hard stroke, so deep that it felt like he ticked your cervix. He chuckles behind you, holding your waist. You look back at him.

« Oops » whisper South

« Are you Okay Y/N ?! Why is the door locked ?? » scream Benkei, trying to open the door

- I— I’m fine. Don’t worry about me ! My stretching exercises are getting a lil’ complicated… Haha ! you fake laugh

« … Okay. But at least, leave the door open. Wait I’m opening it for you.

- NO DON’T ! Leave it… Mmh~ That way. you moan

« Like it that way, love ? » ask South

He gives you slow and hard strokes. You’re feeling like you’re about to melt because you feel every inches of him and that excites you more. You bite your lip, nodding.

« Alright then… I guess I’ll see you later. » Says Benkei

- Yes ! See you around… you whisper

« Finally he’s gone… » whisper South

- What if he’s not..?

« Then he can listen to how good I’m fucking you behind the door, I don’t give a fuck ! » he smirks, slapping your ass

- Stop… talking like that… Mmm~ you hum

« Fuck I can’t get over you… he grabs your chin. I want you more and— More ! he groans

He’s now pounding into you as if he was trying to fill you up. You’re moaning mouth open with your arms shaking, on the verge of collapsing. He notices and wrap his hand around your neck then brings you to his chest, taking himself out. You gasp and he takes you in a sloppy kiss. You sit, straighten your legs forward and put your left hand around his neck. He lift your shirt up more and grope your breast, softly caressing your boobs, you moan. He pinch your nipples and rub them in a circular motion.

- Han~~ shit… you whine, stopping the kiss

He grab your neck and kiss you again. His right hand wander down your body before sinking his fingers deep inside you. He is teasing your core with his index, doing slow motions, then his middle finger joins in, hitting your insides. You stop the kiss and gasp in air, drooling on his hand. His left hand leaves your neck for your left boob and he kisses the back of your neck and your shoulders and you’re a moaning mess, melting under his touch as you get wetter and wetter. He chuckles in your ear.

« Look at you… Going dumb on my fingers » he says, curling them

You whim and he grabs your jaw.

« You’re so beautiful… Taking it taking like a good fucking girl » he whisper

You throw your head back and grab his hand.

- Fuck… Please- I’m about to cum… you pant

« Cum on my fingers then » he whisper in your ear « Finish here so I can paint your insides white when we get home… » he nibble your ear

Oh wow. you think

He goes faster with his fingers, same thing with the hand on your breast, he knows that it’s your weak point so he’s stroking it faster. Your legs are shaking as he drills his fingers so fast that you’re on the verge of squirting, which isn’t good. You moan out.

- Here— I’m cumming~~ you whine

He rubs your pussy collecting all of your juices and look at his fingers. Out of breath, you look at them with him.

« You did it… » he kisses your neck

- Please keep going… you turn around to kiss him

He move his head back and put his finger on your mouth. He gets up, dress back up and stroke your chin

« Get up and let’s finish this at home… » he smirks « I’ll go first, then wait for you there, love. »

He winks at you and leave like nothing happened. You’re still seated on the floor, legs spread, top lifted up and all flushed. You’re slowing coming back to reality and shake your head, realizing what just happened.

- Fuck !

You get up, fixing your clothes and hair. You clean the place, put the mat back where it belongs and grabs your stuff to leave. You open the door and Benkei is in front of you.

- Oh shit ! You scared me…

« Mhm. How was your stretching ? » he dryly ask

- My wha— OH YES ! My stretchings… Well… I-it went well yes ! you stammers I’m going home now ! To do more stretchings, yes…

« Y/N I saw and heard everything. »

Oh my god.

« The camera caught y’all. » he crosses his arms

Oh my fucking god you think. Your jaw literally just dropped to your feet and you’re trying to find a way to get you out of this. You nervously bite your lip, trying to say something. Nothing comes out, you’ve simply been caught in 4K and you have no excuses. Benkei sighs, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. This is bad

« You’re lucky… Extremely lucky… » he says, raising his voice « You’re lucky that I’m the one who saw the camera footage and deleted it. If it was the local guy, you’d be absolutely fucked, and by fucked, I mean banned. For good ! »

You sigh, relieved and raise your head.

- Thank—

«  Don’t. Just go home. » he says putting his hand in front of your face

He turns around and go upstairs. You just wanna burry yourself alive right now. You sigh, run to the locker room, take your stuff and leave the gym without changing. You’re walking fast to your apartment thinking about what just happened. You don’t even know when will be the next time you’ll go there, it’ll be so embarrassing to watch Ben in the eyes after that. You shake your head and grunt in the middle of the road, cursing yourself for overthinking.

[…]

You finally arrive to your apartment and get in here. You take your shoes off and leave your stuff on the floor.

«  Finally ! I thought you forgot abou— Hey… » whisper South

You get undressed as you walk to the bathroom. You get there, completely naked and get in the shower. You turn the water on and let it run on your body. You rest your forehead on the cold wall in front of you.

- Fuck my life. you sigh

The sliding door opens, reveling South’s huge body. You look at him while he close the door behind him. He smirks.

« Let’s save the water, shall we ? »

- What ? You wanna finish what we started ?

« Nah… I just wanna shower with you. »

You sigh and bump your forehead on his bare chest.

- I’m so ashamed~~ you complain

He chuckles.

« What happened ? You took so long… » he say, wrapping his arms around you

- He saw us… Benkei caught us !

«  Oh… Can we have the tape ? »

- South, this is serious right now. He fucking saw and heard us getting nasty… I practically work here !! I’m so screwed now… you fake sob

« Did someone else saw us ? » he ask, moving your hair from your face

- No… He said that he saw it before the local guy could and that he deleted it…

« It’s good then ! »

- I know but he still saw us !

« And ? Good for him ! »

- Ugh, you don’t understand… » you look down at your feet

« … Look at me »

You raise your head.

« It’s not because he saw us that he’ll always bring that up when he’ll see you… Or will always think about it, you can’t control his thoughts. He saw us, he will get over it and so you will ! » he says, holding your waist

- Yeah… I guess you’re right… you put your arms around his waist

« Mhmm… So don’t overthink this. » he strokes your face

- Kiss me now. you smirk

He gives you one on the forehead, one on the lips then he takes you in a passionate kiss. He brings you closer to him as the water falls down on both of your bodies. His hands start to wander on your body and he grabs your ass. Your breath gets heavy, your heart is racing and you feel like your blood is boiling, especially in your ears. You burry your face in his neck, planting kisses and bites on it, caressing his torso.

Your kisses goes down to his chest and you start to lick and suck on his nipple, he hisses. You feel his dick get hard on your stomach, you softly fondle it as you keep kissing and licking his abs, he let a stifled whim out. You stand back up and kiss him ferociously. His right hand caress your inner thigh and lift it. You bite your lip, rub your thighs together before jumping on him. You cling more around his neck and whisper in his ear.

- Put it in.

« … For real ?? » he ask

- Yeah , c’mon do it~~ you grind on it

« Okay okay, I got you ! Let me just grab the lu- »

- Hurry up !

He put you down and put some lubricant on his tip. He turns around, pick you back up and stacks you on the wall, penetrating you, you gasp. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he moves his hips, slowly stroking inside you. You moan and he kiss your neck, going to your ear.

« Why don’t we bring this in the room ? » he whisper

You glance at him.

[…]

« Haa… Damn ! » he moans

He’s standing in front of you and you’re on the bed, stroking his dick while you suck the tip. You spit all the precum to suck him off again.

« Yeah… Do that thing with your tongue again.  » he whisper

You smile and look up at him while you do “that thing”. He squints and throw his head back.

« Mmm— So good, darling. »

You grab his balls, suck them and rub the tip with your thumb. As much as you enjoy having him in your mouth, you want him inside you, you need to feel the girth and the veins moving in your pussy and just the image of that is enough to make you throb.

You lick his whole length before taking it out your mouth, out of breath. You lick your fingers and bite your lip before kissing his tip, looking up at him.

He bite his lip and you turn around, rubbing your ass on it, whining. He take the lube and grabs your left hip.

« You want something ? » he asks, aware of what you want

- Yes… Noww~~ you whimper, resting your head on a pillow

He low breathy « fuck » comes out of his mouth. He bite his lip, pouring the lube on your back and contemplate your dark skin shining while he rubs your ass and back.

« And what is that ? »

- Your dick inside me, give— Ahhh !

« Here it is now… » he says

You bite your lip.

- Y-Yeah~ Give it to me baby… you moan

The bed is now completely soaked with water and your body oiled up made a worse mess on it, while he’s just standing, pounding you from the back. You stand on all fours and take a look back at it. He slow down and let you bounce back and forth on it, making the bed bounce and creak with you. You chuckle, biting your lower lip.

« You having fun ? » he asks

- Uh huh ! Mmm~ you throw your head back

He scoffs and look down at you. He frowns and grunts.

« Damn… too- tight » he mutters

- Aghh… Feels so good, South~ you mumble

He bite his lips and grab your sides. He strokes harder inside you as he pin you down on the bed, you whine and spread your ass cheeks to feel him more and close your eyes on how good it feels, he moans too. You rest your head back on the pillow and lay on your left side, wrapping your leg around his waist so he can fuck you sideways. His first strokes in are slow and he suddenly get faster with it as you whimper at each stroke, putting your hand on your mouth. He grabs your left leg up, so you’re now on your back and facing him, and he push himself in. You moan and he grabs your neck.

« Shit… Fuck… » he whispers

- M- more baby… More ! you whimper

« You’re always so… greedy ! »

He gets on the bed and wrap your legs around his hips to make long sharp thrust, almost pulling out before slamming into you with a strong pace. You frown and close your eyes, nearly screaming.

« Your pussy feel so fucking good, Y/N… I’m going insane ! » he grunts

You’re just moaning and crying in his ear, struggling to take it. You feel your walls squeeze his hardness while he’s aggressively complementing you. He put your left leg up on his shoulder and grabs your face. You look at him in the eyes.

« Your leg is shaking like crazy » he chuckles

- Stop… It’s not funny. you whimper

« Your face is so cute too ! So sexy… » he scoffs, wiping a tear that just rolled down your cheek

- Nghh… More now- ! you whine

He puts his thumb in your mouth and you stare at him with pleading eyes. He groans as you suck his thumb. You tie your arms around his neck and close your eyes, but he can’t accept it.

« Keep your eyes open, pretty, look at me »

You open them, heavily breathing, as you lick his thumb. He smiles.

« There… You’re so pretty, Y/N. I’m so in love with you ! » he say, chewing his lip.

You feel your ears heat up. No matter how much he said this to you, it will always have a reaction out of you. He takes his thumb out and rub it on your lips, you grab his wrist. He goes back on his knees and you whimper, feeling his tip at your entrance. He push it back inside and you choke.

« My bad, I should’ve warned you » he chuckles

- Mmh whatever, just fuck me… » you moan

« Don’t have to tell me twice… » he whisper

He puts his hands up your head and gives you long and slow strokes. You bite your tongue and let a moan out, your toes are curling and your back arches. Your hands leaves his arms to wrap around his neck and hips, he stares at you enamored and bite his lip.

- Mmh shit~ F-faster, baby… you moan

His eyes gets dark, filled with lust and he smiles before grabbing your thighs.

« How fast ? Like this ? »

His pace slightly fasten while he bend over your face. You hisses.

« Or like that ? »

His hips are now smacking your thighs because of how fast he gets. You arch your back, scratching his arms. He kiss your neck and caress your breast.

- Aahh~~ you whine

« Is it how you want it, babe ? » he ask, kissing your chin

His kisses goes up to your cheeks and your lips. You mumble in respond as his lips are brushing against yours. He bites his lip, grabs your jaw and takes you in a hungry kiss. The kiss is sloppy, angry and needy. It’s almost like he was about to eat you full.

« Ngh… I’m gonna cum ! » he groans « …Can I ? » he asks

- Yes ! you moan

« Fuck, I love you… » he grabs your neck

- I-Love you more… you grab his wrist

«  I’m gonna impregnate you ! » he lick his upper lip

- Do it ! you chuckles

He chuckles with you as he gets more rough with his strokes. He moans, looking up and you bite your lip, not taking your eyes off him. He’s so hot… you think to yourself. His hands leave your neck and thigh to grabs your sides and push himself deeper, hitting your cervix, you gasp.

« Aahh fuuuck~ ! » he moans

You feel full and your belly is tickling. You sigh and he take himself out, laying down next to you. You look at him with a small grin, he winks. You get on top of him and he looks at you, interrogative.

- I want you more… you whisper, caressing his shoulders

He raise his eyebrows, surprised. He laughs.

« You’re such a greedy person, always so demanding… » he says, caressing your face

- Please~~ you whine, leaning towards him

You bury your face in his neck and kiss it, arching your back, rubbing yourself on his hardness. He sighs, grabs your ass and rub your thighs

« As if I could resist you… Go ahead then, take it all you want… » he smiles, resting his head on his hands

You bite your lip and readjust yourself on it, he hisses and grunts.

« Fuck, I said take it, not break it ! » he says, grabbing your hips

You giggles and wrap your arms around his neck.

- Sorry~

Thank you for reading <3

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