#and it was so fucking cold out but the sundae was good

[aropride]

i am literally the bravest little guy in the world no contest. i have been so brave about it so many times. i will continue to do this forever

[clawsmiic]

"I had to talk to you."

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2.4k words

CW: Heavy flirtation, canon divergence (S4 end events didn't happen), College Student!Steve, Steve has shit eyesight

October 13th, 1989

Steve sighs, leaning back on the drivers side of his 1983 BMW. Burgundy paint starting to chip on the hood, the car becoming less appealing day by day. Girls passing by not even looking in his direction anymore. He was old news in Hawkins after people found out he had finally started at a college half an hour away in Fort Wayne. Just starting his life like everyone else did 4 years ago just wasn't appealing to most girls.

At least not Hawkins girls.

But at this point he didn't care. He was proud of himself for pulling his life together after all the bullshit he had been put through. With saving an entire town too many god damn times. Cutting his dad off when his parents divorced. Moving out to get a rented house with his best friend Robin. Just what he learned he needed over time.

Getting into a good school by himself with no help was just a cherry on top of the fuck you sundae he graciously served his past problems.

He was satisfied with what he had right now.

Dustin walks out of the new game shop in the newest strip mall to grace Hawkins. Steve looks up, pushing his Ray-Ban sunglasses onto his head.

"You made it out before, Robin. I'm surprised." Dustin glanced at the instrument shop a few doors down, then back to Steve. "You get what Eddie needed?"

"Mostly yeah. She's still getting her trumpet fixed?" Steve shrugs at Dustin's question and slides his sunglasses down in place again.

"She probably got distracted looking at something shiny and new. You know Robins crow brain sometimes." Dustin laughs, looking into his bag, shuffling a few things around inside.

Steve looked over at the liquor store at the end of the strip mall. Looking back at Dustin, he taps the top of the car. His head snapped up, eyes a bit surprised at the sudden noise.

"You want anything?" Steve asks, tilting his head back towards the store.

"Coke? If they got it." Dustin simply replied before getting in the back seat. Steve nods and walks to the liquor store.

The bell chimes over his head as he walks through the door. He takes in the warmth of the store and the radio playing over the speakers on the ceiling. Such a nice contrast to the crisp Autumn air outside.

He turns heading down an isle of assorted liquor bottles and bar accessories before finally stopping at the fridge. Humming along to the song over the radio, mumbling the lyrics to 'I wanna know what love is' absentmindedly.

Sliding his glasses down his nose, he squints at the selection. All the labels are blurry the farther he is, he steps forward rubbing his eyes and sure doesn't help with the florescent lighting blinding him from above.

God I need to get my eyes checked.

Opening the fridge, he grabs the 3 soft drinks and a 6-pack for later when he hears a metal scrapping and whoosh next to him. Followed by a muffled but panicked "Shit!"

Looking over, he sees the back of a squatting woman struggling with a metal shelf slipping out of one of the fridges.

Walking over, he quickly puts his things down and pushes the shelf back in. The metal shelf, cold against his warm skin as he reaches into the fridge, fixing the fasteners back into place.

An issue he's all too familiar with working at Family Video. The fridge racks always got loose and every time it happened he was always made to clean them up. He could only imagine the mess a bunch of glasses and beer would have made.

"Thank you so much!" The woman speaks as Steve stands up, slowly closing the door. Looking back, he finally sees your face. His lips slightly part as you continue talking, he can't hear a word you're saying right now.

All he can hear is the very oddly convenient Foreigner song playing over the store radio as he takes in every detail of your gorgeous face. From your shiny hair to your bright smile. The vibrant colored nail polish on your fingers you're waving as you talk. You're unfamiliar, he's never seen you before, but you're an absolute stunner of a woman.

Steve never thought of himself as a love at first sight kind of guy. But right now he was undoubtedly being proven wrong by the spark he was feeling, not to mention the nervous knot in his stomach.

"But really you're a life saver... Thank you." You stop talking, looking at him. Your face falls as he perks up, realizing he's just been staring like a complete idiot this entire time.

"You're welcome!" He spoke, choking almost over how inappropriately loud he was for a second. Feeling the effect of not talking to women for a while really hit him. You look down at his soon-to-be purchases.

"Full Sail Amber. Good beer." You comment, making him look at the floor and nod.

Crouching down, he grabs his things and stands cracking his head on one of the fridge door handles. His sunglasses fell off his face and onto the floor. He stands up wedging his soft drink between his side and arm. Rubbing his head with a hiss.

"You okay?" You ask with a slight chuckle. Bending down, you grab the sunglasses, Steve moves his hand, grabbing the bottom of the door handle to shield your head from injury.

"Yeah, thanks." Before he gets to put his hand out to take his Ray-Bans back, you slide them on his head with a soft smile.

God she's so fucking pretty.

"You're welcome. And thanks again for... Saving me from paying for a full shelf of beer." She turned down the isle to another part of the store.

Part of Steve wants to follow you and try chatting you up, but the slight embarrassment of hurting his head just keeps him from doing so.

He turns, goes to the front of the store and makes his purchases. Heading outside, he walks to his car, finally seeing Robin in her usual spot, the passenger seat. Opening the driver's door, he slips in.

"There you are!" Robin looked at him, her trumpet case in-between her legs on the floor of the car.

"What's with the face?" Dustin asks, Steve looking at him in the rearview, glaring.

"Shut up Henderson." He hands them their sodas, moving to close his car door when he hears the bell from the liquor store chime.

Out you walk, starting across the parking lot to a top-down red 86' Volkswagen Cabriolet. Steve freezes, staring again. He really can't help but stare.

"Oooh." Robin and Dustin both taunt him, making him sigh. He needs more friends, fewer annoying friends.

"She's pretty." Robin says looking at Dustin.

"Too pretty to talk to, apparently." Dustin adds, laughing as he looks back at Steve.

"I talked to her in the store." Dustin raised his eyebrows, pushing his baseball cap up a bit.

"You asked her out?"

"No." Steve watches you load your bag into the back seat and start pulling the top up on your car.

"Not too late!" Robin smiled, taking a sip of her drink. Dustin looked at her.

"He's not gonna do it."

"No, he's gonna do it."

Steve feels like he has a devil and an angel bickering on his shoulders right now. His foot meets the new asphalt of the parking lot as you open your driver's door.

He's quickly out of the driver's seat.

"Holy shit he's doing it." Dustin comments as he shuts the door on them.

He stops at the bumper of his car, hearing your car engine click over. Music pours out of your open windows before you turn it down quickly.

The universe is screaming at him to talk to you when he starts hearing that familiar Tears for Fears song, 'Head Over Heels'.

Please don't pull away, please don't pull away.

He nearly sprints across the parking lot out of fear of missing his chance. Upon reaching the car, he knocks on the back window, pulling you from looking for something in the console.

"Hi..." He says awkwardly, approaching the window. Leaning on the door, he smiles as you smile back.

"Hi. You need something?" He gets so agitated that you smirk up at him.

'Why'd you have to be so God damn pretty?'

"Sorry if this is weird, but I had to talk to you." He started, finally being able to say something. Your eyes go half shut with a soft nod.

"Talk to me?" He nods, clenching the door frame for a second. "Go ahead then. Talk."

His eyes go wide in surprise at your sudden confidence. Steve stammered for a second.

"Uh... At the risk of sounding crazy or desperate... You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." You can feel your body warm up as he gives the most genuine smile you've seen on a man in a while.

"Mmhm, go on."

"Are you by chance single? Or like... Are you even attracted to men at all?" He asks, sheepishly smiling.

"Yes, and yes." Your smirk slowly turns into a grin as he squats to eye level now, feeling a bit more confident after your answer.

"I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington." He smiles again hearing you reply with your name. "Are you new to Hawkins?"

"I am actually. I just moved here from the city and needed to stay nearby for school."

"Where are you going?"

"Trine University." His eyes go wide, the same school he goes to. What are the odds?

"Really? I actually go there too. Education major." You look him up and down. You never pegged him for the teacher type.

"Software Engineering major."

"So you're smart and gorgeous. Good to know." He smirks, finally feeling like himself when talking as your flush finally becomes noticeable. "You like movies?"

"What kind of psychopath doesn't like movies?" He laughs at your response, leaning in closer to the window.

"Lemme be more specific. The new Halloween 5 movie came out today. You interested in seeing it? Maybe with me tonight at the drive-in theater in Lafayette. We can have dinner after. All my treat, of course." He can see the sparkle in your eyes, that spark he felt looking at you before is still lingering around him.

"What's in it for me?" You playfully ask. He cocks his head to the side, leaning it on his arm for a second.

"A fun night out with a gentleman, I promise I'm fun." You chuckle, rolling your eyes, he knows you want to say yes. "Please?"

He'd never said please before when asking a girl out. It didn't feel embarrassing like he thought it would. You turn your attention back to the console looking for something.

Pulling out a napkin and pen, you quickly write down your number and address. Turning back, you hold it out to him as he takes it.

"I'm free at 8. And dress nicely. You're taking me somewhere decent after the movie."

"I'll take you to the most expensive restaurant I can find if that's what you want. I don't care. As long as I get to see you again." You laugh at his bluntness, it's like music to his ears.

"That won't be necessary. I don't need to be spoiled."

"What if I want to spoil you?" That caught you off guard as you didn't respond right away. He let a soft breath escape his mouth. "You like roses?"

"White roses." You reply, he nods, standing up again and folding the napkin, storing it in his back jean pocket for safe keeping.

"I'll be sure to remember that." You two just stare at each other in silence for a minute. No man's ever looked at you like Steve has right now, it makes your heart race from nervousness.

"I'll see you at 8 o'clock then." You look past him for a moment and back to him. "Tell your friends I said hello since they like to stare so much."

Raising an eyebrow, Steve turned his head. He sees Robin poking her head over the roof of the car and Dustin sitting on the rolled down window frame. They quickly hurry back into the car, noticing they've been caught. He should be embarrassed, but he fully expects their behavior from being friends for so long.

"Ignore them." Steve says, sighing as he looks back at you. "I'll see you at 8."

He turned away towards his car, trying to stay as confident as he was before turning his back. Reaching his car, he pops the door open, clutching it for dear life as he silently collects himself. Robin poked her head across the driver's seat to look up at him.

"You good dude?" She asks, concerned but also excited as he just nods.

You pull out of your parking spot, stopping behind his car and honk once to get his attention. Dustin pops his head out the back window as Robin looks out her open door. Steves head snaps up at you as you lean on your window frame, chin on fist with the most shit eating grin on your face.

"See you at 8 sexy~" You called to him. And then you have the balls to blow him a kiss before peeling out of the parking lot.

Steve silently gets in the car. Robin shuts her door as Steve does his. Dustin sits forward looking at Steve, who's just gripping his steering wheel, the adrenaline starting to wear off.

"Dude, she's so into you, into you!" Dustin breaks the silence as Robin nods.

"And I'd say it's the same for Harrington here." Robin grins as a massive smile spreads across Steve's face.

He starts excitedly thrashing frontwards and backwards. Enough to shake the car and look like he's about to rip the steering wheel from it's column. He lets out an excited yell, causing his two friends to laugh at him.

He let out a long breath, looking at them.

"She says hi by the way."

[bluesidez]

The Love Lab presents:

One Bite for You, One Bite for Me

💗 THIS IS MY 100 200 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x AFAB!Reader

summary: One of the things you and Miguel bond over is delicious food. One day, you notice that your clothes aren’t fitting like they used to. Miguel is there to remind you how beautiful you are.

content warning: established relationship but they’re not married, 18+ so MDNI, non-Spiderman Miguel, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF FOOD AND DRINKS, weight gain, cycles, insecurity about body, alcohol, body worship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up 🫵🏾), cunnilingus, lots of praise, a little Spanish (if wrong please lmk)

credit for art + dividers: Me! + @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n: This is actually the first fic I wrote when my Miguel hyperfixation came back in full force. I based it off of this video and a comment saying that girls are usually the ones that gain weight super quick in a relationship. Please know that gaining weight is not a bad thing, especially in this story. Relationship weight can be positive and food is here to nourish your body! Also know that everyone’s body is different. Our bodies will react to things in different, unique ways. If you’re ever feeling icky about your weight/health, please take a step back, breathe, and know that you’re beautiful no matter what. There are also sources out there that can help you if your thoughts overpower your heart. Please don’t hesitate to seek help.

word count: 4.3k

To all my food-lovers and fellow plus-size girlies, kisses to you! You’re beautiful!

SPRING 🥭

“Baby!”

You grinned as you heard Miguel’s shout from the front door. His voice had a giddy tilt as if he made a breakthrough in one of his projects.

“I was finally able to stop by the new Jamaican spot before they sold out and look what I got us,” Miguel says before he slides the take-out bags across the table. “Ribs, oxtails, rice and beans, mac, and your favorite…fried plantains!”

You quickly untie the bags, happy to have a break from your research paper, and immediately get hit with the smell of spices both sweet and savory. “Oh my god! That looks incredible.”

After frantically digging around for a plastic fork, you were finally able to pull a piece of meat off the oxtail. It looked mouth-watering and tender. One bite of the meat and you’re immediately groaning, slumped in your chair. You nod your head and scrunch your face, watching as the juice from the gravy soaks into the pieces of rice stuck at the bottom of the take-out plate.

“That is so fucking good, Mig. No wonder there’s never any combos left by the time you leave work.”

Miguel just watches you eat with a glint in his eyes, happy to see you so relaxed and enjoying the food. He reaches into the second bag, pulling out two bottles of juice, “And to make it better, I got their fruit juice, made fresh daily-”

“Passionfruit and mango flavor!” Your eyes got big as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew how much of a juice fanatic you were, so this drink was just the cherry on top of the large ice cream sundae that was your generous boyfriend.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggled and gave his cheek a fat smooch. You patted his chest twice and moved back to set up the table, “Now, hurry and wash up so we can eat this before it gets cold! We’ve got shows to watch.”

“Entendido, I’ll be right back”

SUMMER 🍦

You and Miguel were walking hand in hand along the Cancun Hotel Zone, taking in all the sights. Miguel’s job had given him a promotion along with an extremely high bonus, so what better way to celebrate than to use his PTO and bring the love of his life on vacation?

Granted, the area you guys were currently in was a little touristy, borderline bougie, but it was all worth it when Miguel got to see your eyes light up as you watched the turquoise waves fade into white foam along the shoreline.

You wobbled a bit while clinging to Miguel’s side, a little tipsy from the frozen paloma you drank to pair with today’s lunch. It was a waterfront restaurant with a live band so the vibes were just right for a little bit of liquid fun.

The downside was that the two of you were supposed to meet up with Miguel’s family later that evening and while you were fine with the confidence boost you were sporting, you wanted to be more alert when speaking with loved ones. Plus, you needed to give a good impression to the relatives you hadn’t met yet. It will be nice to put a face to the names of Miguel’s childhood.

“What do you say we stop and get some ice cream?” Miguel suggested, chuckling at you when you grinned up at him, ecstatic over the proposed plan.

“You know me so well,” you said, arms reaching around his waist, face squished into the side of his chest. “I would absolutely love some ice cream. Cool me down from the inside.”

Miguel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. You were especially cute when you got like this.

FALL 🍕

“Baby, check this out,” Miguel shouted, finally returning to your table with your food.

The fair was packed full of people, especially due to the pop-up food truck festival happening that same week. You had never seen more people run to get fried turnip greens and loaded fries in your life.

Still, this was just another chance to hang out with Miguel. You really didn’t care where you went with him, as long as you got to see that pretty smile.

You look down at the table and see what he brought back. Before your eyes sat the most un-Miguel order ever: birria pizza and two walking tacos, one Hot Cheetos and the other Dorritos.

“Dorilocos, Miguel. Really?” you raised an eyebrow watching him try to steady the open chip bags over some spread-out napkins.

“Amor, don’t look at me like that! I had to get them because Gabriel kept talking my ear off about this new food truck that made them better than the ones we used to eat on our trips back home. I, for one, don’t believe that for a second, so what better way to test that theory than to eat it with my baby?” Miguel gave the saddest look he could muster and slid his hand across the table, trying to convince you to indulge with him.

“Fine, fine. Don’t give me that look,” you say, pulling off a slice of the pizza, making the cheese stretch as long as you can. “Just don’t complain to me from the bathroom while your stomach fights to digest something it hasn’t had in over a decade!”

Miguel pursed his lips while shoveling as much food as he could on one Doritto, “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that? That’s a lot of cheese, babe.”

“Oh my god, some queso tears up my stomach one time and you can’t let that go, can you?”

“It was once and yet you were in agony about it for days. I think I’m allowed to remind you at least monthly.”

“Just eat your food and leave me and my iron stomach alone. We’ll see what happens between today and tomorrow,” you quip, pulling your phone out ready to record Miguel’s reaction to send to Gabriel.

Miguel takes a bite and just leans against the table, head slumped on his clean head.

“Dios mio, he was right. This can’t be happening,” he groaned, slightly annoyed that Gabriel wasn’t exaggerating. He was also shocked at the fact that someone even came close to getting the local snack right.

You giggled behind your phone, happy that his reaction worked in your favor. You zoomed in a little more on his face, capturing him smacking his lips and licking off excess sauce. He was so zoned in on his food that he didn’t even notice you with your phone up.

“Is it good, Mig?” you asked, mirth in your voice.

He looked at you ready to answer but his eyes snapped to your camera and started to whine, “Amor, please stop recording!”

With a small smile, you made sure to add the video to your folder full of Miguel. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just look so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel just mumbled to himself while stacking up another chip, neck heated over the interaction. “Here, just try this,” he said, holding a nacho close to your mouth.

You opened your mouth, just barely getting the chip in. Cupping your hand under your head, you begin to hum, the flavors all tangy, spicy, and savory. “I don’t know what your childhood Dorilocos tasted like, but this is really freaking good.”

“Just know that this one is only slightly better. By 0.00001% to be exact,” he said, rubbing sauce off of the corner of your lips and licking it off. The movement was muscle memory for him as he always liked to watch your face when you ate food, especially when it came to any nostalgic or homecooked dishes you never tried before. It warmed his heart to see you find comfort in his favorite foods.

“Well, I can tell you it’s 100% better than the ‘Taco Tuesday’ luncheon my job hosted last month. Nothing but unseasoned ground beef, endless black olives, and store-bought guacamole for two hours,” you respond, shuddering at the memory of soppy taco shells and your coworkers complaining about how spicy the mild salsa was.

“On second thought, this is absolutely a step up. Was the guacamole name brand at least?” He asked, peering up at you with a twist on his lips.

“I’m pretty sure it was a grocery store brand, so no.”

“Damn.”

WINTER 🍫

You were at your apartment in your bed, completely covered under the comforter with a fluffy blanket on top.

It was snowing heavily outside and you were freezing. However, your heater tended to make your apartment feel like a sauna, so you kept snatching the blanket off only to put it back on minutes later. Plus, your cycle was here. Your cramps left you lying on your side, rolling back and forth between the cool side of the bed and the warm side.

Physically, you were exhausted, but mentally, you knew you had so much to get done.

Christmas was just around the corner but you still had so many presents left to buy and wrap. Your job was doing the dreaded Secret Santa gift exchange and you were stuck wondering what gift would appeal to the stuck-up director in the accounting department.

You and Miguel were also hosting a small Christmas party amongst your friends, and there was still food left to buy. To top it all off, you were worried about your gift for Miguel, wondering if a silly little apron saying “Kiss me, I’m Irish” would hide the fact that you spent a ridiculous amount of money on some new tech he was eyeing.

You heard the apartment door open and close.

Knowing it was Miguel, you groan out dramatically.

He opens the bedroom door and peaks inside, “Baby?”

You just groan out again, “Everything hurts, Miggy.”

He comes up to bed and sits on the edge, “I know, amor. I’m sorry.” He bends down to kiss your head. “Want me to plug up the heat pack?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning into his hands. When he gets up to grab the pack, you whine at his absence.

“I know, I know. I’m coming back,” he says, voice soothing.

Instead of turning the pack on, he removes your covers and sits back down on the edge. You shiver a little bit and he’s quick to cover your body with his, rubbing the top of your head as he kisses your temple.

“Are you feeling too bad to eat something for me?” Miguel asks, the timber of his voice settling you.

You shake your head and lean in closer to him.

“I think I want some food,” you reply, squeezing his body. “I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Miguel tuts as he sits up and pulls you up with him, “That’s no good, baby. You have to eat so you can feel better. Your body needs it.”

You groan again and put your face in his neck, not wanting to move.

“Come on,” Miguel says, rubbing you from your back to your leg. “I got you some soup and a grilled cheese.”

“Did you get the stuff for the hot chocolate bar? For the party?” you whisper.

“Mm hm. Jumbo marshmallows included.”

You nuzzle his neck before you look at him, “Carry me to the kitchen?”

He makes a swift move to wrap your legs around his body and hike you up.

He gets up and holds you close, heading to the kitchen, “Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

SPRING 🍇

The short spring break trip that Miguel surprised you with has been lovely. Miguel woke you with kisses down your body, taking you to the hilt with his mouth alone. You had to muffle your cries as to not disturb the neighbors in the inn. As his tongue danced inside of you, you gripped his hair with one hand and his head with your thighs. Miguel wouldn’t want it any other way.

After his first course, Miguel treated you to breakfast on the balcony. You two enjoyed looking over the horizon as you ate yogurt parfaits and fluffy omelets.

Later on, the two of you enjoyed a few tours of the vineyard and the city. The sights were beyond compare and the atmosphere was serene.

“Thank you so much for this Miguel,” you say, interrupting the silence.

“Anything for my lady,” he says back. “You’re doing great work this semester so you need the break.” Miguel stopped and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You leaned up and kissed him, hands warm on the sides of his face.

You both started to makeout for so long that Miguel forgot about the massage he had planned for you before tonight’s farm-to-table dinner.

Needless to say, he laid you out on your bed and oiled your body down. Your head was in your arms as rubbed his hands up and down your back. His hands were heaven and you felt like puddy by the time he flipped you over.

After he massaged your inner thighs he pounded you into the mattress. Something you’re sure the hired masseuse would never be able to do.

Miguel joked and called it the Miguel Magic Massage when you asked if he offered this special regularly. The price? Being his cariño, his amor, his sweetheart.

By the time dinner started, you were glowing. You felt adored and the courses were amazing.

Miguel made sure everyone knew you were his. His hand never left your thigh the entire meal, staring down the older men sitting at the end table who were looking a little too long at the dip of your dress.

You were oblivious, feeding Miguel bites occasionally and humming at how fresh and delicious everything was.

After the last course was over, the men came to you all’s side of the table quickly. All of them started to make conversation with you, plugging in their businesses, and stuffing their business cards in your hands.

It was as if Miguel was invisible. He scowls deeper when they let out hearty laughs at something you said.

“Are you fellas here with your wives?” Miguel asked loudly, completely irritated. “My wife and I have really enjoyed our time here. It’s a beautiful place for couples.”

Some of the men went red in the face flustered at Miguel catching their scheme. Others just scowled, pissed off at being interrupted.

None of them could answer his question.

You looked at Miguel, eyes heavy and relaxed.

“You gentlemen have a great night,” you said, putting your hand in Miguel’s as he guided you to the exit.

“Your wife, huh?” you asked, core on fire. It was hot watching Miguel get so worked up over you.

“Baby, they were looking at you like you were some fresh meat. Like I wasn’t even sitting there,” he grumbled.

“One of them already offered to bring me on a cruise. He’s staying right next to us,” you say, standing outside your room as Miguel swipes his card at the door. You walked your fingers up his chest, heated over the grit you could see from his profile.

He was oh so upset.

“He’s next to us? Right here?” Miguel asked, voice low.

You nodded as you bit your lip, arm around his neck.

Miguel picked you up and dragged you to the bed. You giggled a little to yourself as he plopped you down. Mission accomplished. Silently, you thank those older men. If it weren’t for their overconfidence, Miguel wouldn’t have been tearing at your clothes like he us right now.

Miguel kept you up almost that whole night, making sure that the neighbors heard your cries. Those old geezers were sure to know his name by the next morning. Buying you a ring wasn’t enough. He needed a bat.

It was all worth it to see the tired and flushed looks of their faces when you all checked out the next day.

SUMMER 🍯

“What the fuck,” you mumble, looking down at the pair of jeans you were trying to put on.

It was early morning. You had a family reunion that you and Miguel would take a bit of a drive to get to.

You made sure that everything was packed the following night. Some clothes to stay for a few days, a few snacks for the road, a book for you to catch up on, and even a crossword puzzle book for Miguel.

You planned ahead. You were diligent. So why is it that when everything else is going right, your pants decide not to button up?

You pulled at the flaps once more, trying your hardest to connect the button with the hole. It fails as they slip from your grasp. You try again, sucking in your stomach as much as you could. You get the button to snap in this time, but it’s digging unbearably into your skin. The zipper fights against you as you try to pull it up.

You huff out in frustration and the pants snap open again.

Defeated, you let out a watery sigh and look in the mirror.

Your stomach was bigger than you last remembered, fupa a little more prominent. Your thighs were also a little thicker, the jeans hugging them a little tight. Your breasts looked a little big in your shirt. The family name stretches a bit more across your bust than the original design intended. Even your face was a little chubbier than normal. When was the last time your jaw was like this? High school?

When did you get like this?

You felt your throat start to burn, a sob building in your system. You’ve always been fine with your body, loving the dips and curves. Adoring your flaws and finding beauty in what society decides is not worthy.

You knew this. You knew that you were beautiful. Why was it so hard to get that thought into your conscience?

You felt the tears roll down as you peeled the jeans off of your legs. They were especially tight at your hips and you wondered how you even forced them past in the first place.

You didn’t know what to do. It was so hot outside, so you needed something comfortable, but those jeans…you had your mind set to wear those jeans.

You rummage through your closet in frustration, pushing and pulling the clothes across the rack.

By the time Miguel found you, you were squatting in the closet, hot tears covering your face.

“Babe, it’s been almost 30 minutes and we need to head out before the work traffic starts-”

Miguel stopped in the doorway as he noticed the state of the closet, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? ¿Que pasó, cariño?”

You wipe furiously at your face, sniffling loud as you hear Miguel push clothes to the side to get to you.

“My pants don’t fit. I don’t think anything else will fit either,” you say, stuttering out your words as Miguel gets to your side.

You let him pull you up into a standing position. You felt defeated.

Miguel looked at you and wiped away the tears that you missed. You feel horrible as your face scrunches up again, tears forming in your eyes.

“No, no, no,” Miguel says, hugging you close. “Listen to me. I know that this feels like a lot, but this is normal. Your body will always change with you. You’re still the same beautiful, gorgeous woman I met years ago and that’s not changing because you got some extra hips, baby.”

“But Miguel,” you say, voice so sad. “I feel like I just got those pants. And. Nothing else in here goes with this shirt. I’m scared that nothing else will fit-”

“And if that’s the case, I’ll buy you new clothes,” Miguel says, pressing kisses over your face. “If these clothes mean that much to you, I’ll take you to the gym. Let me work out with you, but until then, I’m loving your body as is.”

You stare at Miguel, heart beating at his revelation. He stared right back at you, daring you to question or challenge his words.

“Don’t beat yourself up over something like this. If anyone has ever let you feel insecure about your body, they’re an ass, let me deal with them. If I ever do anything to make you feel insecure, tell me. Yell at me. Question me, because as far as I’m concerned, that’s not me.”

He hiked you up on the closet island in the middle of the room. You shiver a bit as your naked legs hit the wood.

He leans closer, placing his hands on the side of you, “Now, let’s think. Don’t you have a pair of cargo shorts that match the ones I’m wearing right now?”

You whisper out a yes.

“Would you be ok with wearing those? I’m sure they fit perfectly.”

You say yes again, head leaning onto his. You could accessorize it perfectly. It would make a great couple’s look.

Miguel knew this much, he just had to get you to see it.

“I love you, ok?” he says, voice clear.

“I love you, too. Thank you,” you say.

“Anything for my girl,” Miguel says. “My beautiful girl. She’s just for me. I can’t believe it.”

Your heart beats faster as he starts to kiss down your body.

“Her face is so lovely.” A kiss to your cheek and your lips.

“She’s always working so hard.” A kiss to your neck and your collarbone. He pulls your shirt over your head.

“She makes me so happy.” A suck to your breasts as he unclasps your bra.

“Her body is beyond comparison.” A trail of kisses down your stomach, your belly twitching as his breath twinkles on along your skin. “Soft. Amazing. Irresistible.”

“Her thighs are my earmuffs.” A caress to your inner thighs. Your legs snap a bit, ticklish at his ministrations.

“Miguel?” you whimper out.

“I have to relax you before this ride. Can’t have you upset,” he says, kissing his way up your thighs to your panties. “May I?”

You nod your head, fingers grasping at nothing but then a flat surface.

Miguel was swift. He pulled your underwear down and kissed at your clit. You could only hold tight as he pulled your body forward and dove in.

It wasn’t long before you were shaking like a leaf. Miguel sucked at you for minutes, pulling a long orgasm out of your system.

He kneaded your thighs as you trembled around his tongue, humming as your legs squeezed tighter. That was the queue for him to go further, so he added his fingers to the mix, moving his mouth up so that his fingers could pump in and out of you.

It took all of your strength not to let your body drop off the other side of the island.

“Miggy, please,” you wailed. You wanted more.

Miguel looked up at you whining above him. You pull your legs up, holding your hands under your thighs, practically begging for him.

Miguel kissed up your body again. He was swift with removing his clothes. You still had to have these clothes fresh for later and Miguel was about to wear you out.

He moved to push himself inside of you, grunting as you gripped him.

He replaced your hands with his and pulled your legs up by his head. You balanced yourself on the island as he slowly started to thrust.

“So good. Just for me,” Miguel said, watching as your body moved with his movement. “Perfect. And all mine.”

You remained quiet, whimpering softly as he dragged against you.

“You heard me, hermosa?” Miguel said. “You’re beautiful. C’mon. Say it for me.”

“I’m,” you stopped, mind foggy. You didn’t know how you were supposed to respond when he was going so deep.

“Say it.”

You cried out as he snapped harder, “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s right baby,” Miguel praises you, bending further to give you a kiss. “So amazing.”

He praised you until you finished, squeezing at any of you that he got his hands. By the time he was done, your arms felt like jelly from holding you up.

He carried you to the bathroom for a quick shower, never stopping his reassurances of you.

You guys made it in the car an hour and a half off schedule, but it was worth it for the uplifted way you carried yourself throughout the day.

It was worth it to see you happy and healthy.

By the time you made it to the reunion, it was like you were born anew. You greeted your family with smiles and laughter. Miguel couldn’t help but to cheese watching you do your thing.

He felt his heart soar as you caught up with family. Your smile was the biggest as you were out on the floor line dancing your heart out. He was right up behind you when Outstanding came on. The song was really a declaration of how he felt about you.

You giggled as he crooned in your ear.

“You light my fire,” he sang, swinging your hips in time with his.

“I feel alive with you, baby,” he spins you around to him, a smile on his face.

“You blow my mind,” he pulled you out and back in.

“I’m satisfied,” you squeal as he spins you in the air and puts you back down to keep dancing.

Outstanding. You really knock him out.

Another season where Miguel adored you more.

Another season where Miguel wanted you to be forever his.

Another season where he made sure he fed you well.

Another season of you making his heart pound.

Another season of your love reaching to the fullest.

Miguel was excited for the next season with you.

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading! 💗

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. Let me know how you feel! 🥺🧁

Until next time,

-Lauro 💗

[rebo-chan]

IMPORTANT CHARACTER ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT. DO NOT IGNORE, YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THIS.

OKAY SO WE ALL KNOW THAT TSUNA LIKES SALISBURY STEAK FROM THE DATABOOKS AND ANIME, AND WE KNOW THAT REBORN LIKES ESPRESSO.. BUT IS THAT THE TRUTH? Is that what these young lads consumed throughout the series? What do they like to eat? What do we BEAR WITNESS TO THEM SHOVING INTO THEIR MOUTHS? With this question in mind, I embarked on a quest with my good friend @ketchup-chup TO DOCUMENT WHAT TSUNA AND REBORN ACTUALLY EAT. Have you been deceived to believe that Reborn doesn't like sweets? If so, you're in for a FUCKING treat. Some things we discovered during this is that Tsuna just is SO bad with eating. HE EATS SO LITTLE. I WOULD GO CHAPTERS UPON CHAPTERS WITH HIM NOT EATING ANYTHING. All while REBORN SHOVED HIS FUCKING FACE WITH FOOD TO THE POINT WHERE WE HAD TO ADD IN RULES FOR HIM.

You see the frame on the left? You see the difference in plates between Tsuna and Reborn? This is the best way I can symbolize what this was like before we begin.

Okay, before I begin, here are some ground rules:

We only did the daily life MANGA chapters, chapter 1-61 because nobody has any real time to calculate the distance of Byakuran's ash to see if any landed in Tsuna's mouth. That being said, I am sure that if we did Reborn would continue to be a fucking menace. We did not include any anime scenes, because we just could not realistically watch the entire daily life anime. This also does not include any 'food' we see in openings like the strawberry jam toast from Boys and Girls, or the soda he is drinking in Dive to World. Same goes for endings.

Reborn ate so much that for @ketchup-chup's sanity, we included only the things that he was actually shoving in his mouth. So, the list you're about to see, there WAS more and we cut it for our sanity's sake. Tsuna was eating so LITTLE, we did the exact opposite where everytime a food was even SPOTTED NEAR HIM, I snatched up into my list.

The foods will be listed in order as they were spotted in the series as we went through, but as sometimes they are doubled up on later. (As in a character for example had coffee once, then coffee again in a later chapter will be written as Coffee x2)

That's all! So, let's get started!

Sawada Tsunayoshi: Pocky Milk Italian Pasta Water x8 Chips x2 Lollipop x2 Poison Cooking x3 Rice balls x2 (the second time he had this, he fucking spit it out..) Soda x5 (his third soda was in one of harus pictures at the end of the chapter<3) Soumen noodles Sushi x2 (Two separate pieces of Sushi within two frames of each other that looked different lol...) Rice x3 (Rice in a bowl!) One bite of cake (This agitated me because there was a separate frame of Reborn with his own cake, that looked demolished in comparison to Tsunas measly one bite... OTL) Ramen Coffee x2 Instant Ramen 2 WATERMELON RINDS (IN THE SAME SCENE!! HE ATE TWO!!) Juice It should be said before I move onto Reborn, that the "ramen" entry was this:

That's 61 chapters worth of Tsuna's food. :) As you can see he really likes water. Water and one bite of cake :)<3

Reborn:

Fish Coffee x7 Italian Pasta Tea x3 (Second entry of this was him having his own tea ceremony of this) Watermelon x2 Cold Soba noodles Popsicle x7 Hot pot Kimchi Soumen Juice x2 Beer Sushi x2 Tuna Water x3 Cake x2 (First was the one he devoured that I mentioned further above, second was his wedding cake with Bianchi) Rice Mochi (For the mochi making competition, he was taste testing) Soup (Probably miso judging by it, but he sure was slurping it) Cookie Barbeque Soda

An honorable mention that the lovely ketchup didn't include because he didn't actually eat it, but I spotted in digging through chapters of Tsuna starving himself: a smoothie/milkshake(?) and a icecream sundae. Here you can look at it yourself~

Also, yes the popsicle was included in the count of FUCKING popsicles he's CONSUMED.

To do a recap:

Tsuna ate 39 things by the start of kokuyo, subtracting the RAMEN gokudera dropped on him and the spit out rice ball and i wish i coULD HALF HIS FUCKING ONE BITE CAKE THATS NOT REAL FOOD TSUNA. Tsuna really consumed 36.5 items (37 if you count the one bite of cake but whatever..) Also, if you subtract the poison cooking, he's sitting at 33.5 (34 *grumbles*).

Reborn ate 39 items, including the honorable mention he had 41 items. Bearing in mind, we cut out so much of Reborn just showing up near food or holding onto it. Tsuna, meanwhile was counted for existing near food. Gathering nutrients through photo-fucking-synthesis. The anime feeds Tsuna SO much more, I can name 5 items off the top of my memory that he ate in daily life that just aren't counted from the manga. Please don't be fooled by the fact they start out with the same number till we started subtracting, MOST OF TSUNAS IS HIS WATER COUNT. If you IGNORE ALL THE DRINKS HE HAS, MANS IS SITTING AT 17, WHILE IF YOU REMOVE REBORNS DRINKS HE GOES DOWN TO 25. (Its mostly his love for espresso bringing down his number, MEANWHILE FOR TSUNA ITS HIS FUCKING WATER COUNT??)

Now that our statistical analysis that NO one told us to do has been completed. What can we learn from it about our characters favorite food preferences? Well, Tsuna is SO well hydrated. We love a water-stanning king. Besides that, he's mostly eating snacks with his lollipops, chips, and his enjoyment of drinking soda. (He drinks fast food soda the most, with 3 of those submissions being him sipping from a container with a straw. The last two are from a can and a bottle specifically.) Meanwhile, we can believe Reborn when he says he likes coffee, but ALSO he fucking?? loves?? popiscles?? it's unreal??? there were so many popsicles??? He LOVES SWEETS.. sad to say but he just fucking lied to Luce in the fillers about not liking sweets. It's Tsuna, if anyone, that doesn't like sweets with his one bite of cake. HOLD ON ACTUALLY FUCK THIS IM SHOWING YOU GUYS THE CAKE DILEMMA ME AND KETCHCUP WERE STARING AT.

YOU SEE THAT LITTLE CAKE THATS BEING CUT OUT OF FRAME? THATS IT. THATS THE EXTENT OT TSUNAS BITE. MEANWHILE, HERES REBORNS.

THAT THING IS ALMOST GONE. YALL ARE SEEING THIS RIGHT??

REKSHNS anyway! Reborn's more of a curious soul with his food, trying a bunch of stuff that he wouldn't normally eat. Meanwhile Tsuna plays it mostly safe with snacks and mostly Japanese food. AGAIN, no one asked us to do this and while we are absolutely hysterical as I type this up, if you have any questions about specifics please feel free to ask SDKJGN this is IMPORANT!! CHARACTER ANALYSIS!!! CLEARLY!!!

Thanks for reading this far HELP ME. This was funny as hell to dig through and perhaps we may look through the last arcs if we feel like it, or do other characters. (I've noticed Gokudera is a good eater!)

See you next post~

[snookienthusi4st]

omg nvm i just saw the * for sfw on tamaki im so sorry 💀u can just do sfw then 😭

gotchu ml! ty for the req

disclaimer: i’m still putting my all into this but this is another guy i’ve never been the biggest fan of so just disregard anything you disagree with

warnings: none! js language ig but that’s always been implied lol

tamaki x fem reader hcs!

no nsfw bc i can’t imagine this man getting laid for the life of me i’m sorry 😭

lmk if you want anything changed!!

• lots of ways you two could’ve crossed paths!

• you could’ve met the same way haruhi met him minus the vase

• you could’ve been one of haruhi’s friends and tagged along w her to visit the club

• or you could’ve just felt like joining the host club

• either way he was incredibly charming

• you told him your name and he probably talked about how pretty it sounds and how well it fits you

• he’s incredibly cliche but like in a cute way

• like when you shook his hand he obviously kissed the back of it bc it’s tamaki suoh

• and if you ever trip or if you’re clumsy, he’ll def catch you everytime you fall bc it’s tamaki suoh

• will pick you up bridal style and carry you around for no reason bc it’s tamaki fucking suoh

• since he treats you basically how he treats haruhi in the show, it’s already obvious that he likes you

• but if you’re oblivious like me, then kyoya or one of the other hosts probably hints at it until you get the memo

• and neither of you ever rlly did admit your feelings

• like it was never really verbally said but actions got more affectionate

• from linking pinkies to holding hands to him to linking elbows bc this man is actually a leech(in a good way)

• you will never again in your life go an hour without him clinging to you, like you could be anywhere but he’s always gonna end up next to you

• will constantly buy you flowers

• will also buy himself flowers bc guess who it is!*

• after a while, you end up telling him you love him when you’re ready

• you both were sitting together and having some time alone, and it kinda just slipped out

“tamaki?”

“yes, my dear?”

“i love you.”

• he says it back obviously but js give him a second he’s literally about to cry

• you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met and you love him? he basically js won an award

• early bird

• but if you’re a heavier sleeper, he’ll wake up quietly so you have more time to rest

• unless you need to start waking up early for some reason, then he’ll happily coax you awake around the same time as him

• forehead kisses and running his hand through your hair is his usual method, but maybe you get a poke in the nose every once in a while

• and that little smile he gets once you open your eyes is a sight that makes your day the second it starts

“y/n..come on, can you wake up for me? y- there she is. good morning, my dear, did you rest well?”

• since you’re a host, sometimes he’ll get jealous when you have to go entertain a guest

• every once in a while he’ll give you a compliment or sweet talk you in front of clients to get more traction

• works everytime!! bonus if you get rlly flustered from compliments

• you two make each other’s lunches in the morning smtimes

• he can make a mean fucking ice cream sundae if there’s ever an occasion

• prefers tea over coffee

• always smells rlly good

• like you don’t even know how to place it but he does

• probs wears perfume instead of cologne, idk it js seems on brand for him

• bed bath and beyond enthusiast

• you guys take baths and showers together

• if you like your showers cold, can confirm he will actually freeze and it’ll take an hour for him to defrost

• he seems like the type to know how to play some outlandish instrument, whatever that means to you

*bullets 8-10

[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [4.5/...]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

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

Summary: In which Buggy discovers that he’s in over his head while making a deal with Arlong the Saw.

Warnings: LA! One Piece, Canon typical violence, slight canon divergence, Arlong is his own warning

A/N: Unfortunately, part 6 of "DMTMYHB" is a little delayed and won't be out until at least next week. However, I began working on this initially out of boredom, so at least you can read about Buggy's POV after the events of chapter 4 and before the events of chapter 5.

Life sure is a shitshow sometimes, Buggy thinks to himself while spitting out a few grains of sand. For fish people, there’s a certain irony with pulling over a bag propped with sand over his head.

Then again, it could’ve been considerably worse.

They could have decided to water board him, or maybe take a decent chunk off his nose. It’s not too outlandish to assume that these kinds of people prefer the taste of human flesh, and although he considers himself fairly experimental man on occasion, that one is not on his kink list.

He might be big-headed sometimes, he’s man enough to admit as much, but even Buggy knows better than to underestimate the fish people. He’s had his fair share of encounters with them before, and needless to say, mixing a Devil Fruit eater with people who primarily live and breathe in the sea is a bad combination.

A very, very bad combination, especially if you throw Arlong the Saw into the mixture. Buggy’s not a recluse; he’s heard of his reputation as the self-proclaimed ruler of the East Blue. Ask just about anyone who he is, and they’ll whisper his name while pissing their pants like school children.

A misanthrope with a less than discreet disdain for all things human, and a face only a mother could hope to love, the guy does not fuck around with what he considers his, which approximately covers all of the East Blue. And the people in it are merely collateral.

If anything’s a testament, it’s his bounty. Twenty million berries for his head, doesn’t matter if it’s attached to his body or not. The highest bounty on this piece of the ocean.

Well, second highest. The top spot belongs to you, but that’s a thought Buggy has tried desperately to bury in the sand for the past few days. He doesn’t need to think about you, least of all now.

He has bigger fish to deal with, and it blows.

It’s his fucking luck that this is happening specifically to him.

No, it wasn’t enough that he got his ass handed to him by a bunch of scrawny nobodies.

It didn’t suffice that he had to watch you turn your back to him twice in a lifetime.

He’s managed to evade the saw-nosed fucker’s eye up until this point, and so, of course Fate would deal him this final one.

Just as the cherry on top of the shitty sundae that is his life.

So, to conceal or own terrified state when faced with the darkened stage room, Buggy decides to do what Buggy does best:

Fake it ‘til he makes it.

And he sure as fuck hope he does.

“Is this the best way to ask for an autograph?” His echo bounces like a ball through the darkened room. “I mean sheesh! Fans have gotten so toxic!”

The eerie silence is his only companion now, and he finds that he can’t stand it. Not even the two fishy folks standing guard at his side offers him more than rolled eyes. Rude.

This place — his stage — which once served as his sanctuary, might soon become his tomb. If Arlong lives up to his rep, he’ll ask the clown to dig his own hole before chomping on his jugular.

Curtains for him and all fucking that.

“Alright, what do you want?! Tickets to the show? I can get you house seats, they’re pricey!”

A loud thud emerges from the shadows behind him, and a cold breeze brushes against the the exposed skin on his face.

“Oh, I am no fan of yours.”

He knows a beast when he hears one, even better when he sees them. He spent the good portion of his youth alongside one, and witnessed first-hand just how they could be. Beasts are strong, and brutal, and precise. They can tear you apart if they deem it necessary because it’s in their nature, but that’s all it is. Nature.

However, Buggy’s also come to discover that beasts have also the capacity for kindness and love. A beast is someone he can fall in love with.

This thing that emerges from the dark at his side, on the other hand, is no mere beast.

Hell, he can’t even qualify it as such. This creature at his side, one he doesn’t dare to face at first until he notices it’s gradual approach, is a monster.

Ain’t no way in the blue hell he’ll ever consider tapping that the way he would with a beast.

“I run things here in the East Blue,” the fish-man speaks, voice grating Buggy ears as he circles the clown. “I’m here to remind of you of your place in the food chain. You pull a job in my seas, you gotta pay tribute.”

Despite the fact that he’s nervous as shit, there’s a certain taunt crystallising in Buggy’s brain that he’s subconsciously urged to free against his better judgement.

Arlong’s place is second in this so-called food chain. Yours is the first, and if it wasn’t for the fact that voicing this would guarantee his premature death, Buggy would’ve reminded the fishy shithead of this.

Despite whatever grievances you two share, Buggy knows that he won’t mind not being at the top as long as it means it’s not under Shark-boy’s hierarchy.

The East Blue is, per Arlong’s definition, yours, whether you know it or not, and he’d much rather comply with that.

But Buggy keeps his act going. “But Arlong, baby, you don’t gotta worry about me. I’m small potatoes. Pirating’s more of a side gig.”

As much as he tries, and he does try, Buggy knows his words can’t keep the shark’s teeth at bay for much longer. Arlong is not a patient type, and it just about snaps when he reaches for his throat and prepares to chomp.

Buggy doesn’t intend to die now. He can’t. He’s got unfinished business to attend to.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

Maybe fate is actually on his side for fucking once, because the fish man actually does wait.

He has a shot.

“You know who’s out there really disrespecting you? It’s that little Rubber-Prick in the straw hat, goes by the name of Luffy.”

It doesn’t work, because it seems Arlong is more of a recluse than him. Has never heard the boys name. So, he tries a different approach before the teeth settle in again.

“He— He’s not alone.” Fuck, he’s losing air, and he kinda needs that to get the primary point into Arlong's thick, scaly head. A point that he’ll be sure to catch the asshole’s attention. “Cross-Hairs is with him!”

Arlong halts, and his lips don a sneer.

Another thing Buggy has discovered in all of this is that Arlong is an inherently proud guy, and believes himself superior to others not only because of his fishy nature, but due to the fact that he has among the largest bounties on this piece of the map.

Yours is the only obstacle keeping him from completely claiming that title.

“The Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates has been absent for the past decade.” Arlong lets up on the pressure around his neck, enough to let Buggy grasp a few fistfuls of air, but his feet still dangle above the ground.

“Y-Yeah—,” Buggy heaves. “But her— b-bounty hasn’t changed, has it? And the kid, he just knocked over a marine’s base in Shells Town, then he stole a map of the Grand Line and now he’s talking shit about finding the One Piece.”

This seems to be enough reason for Arlong to finally drop him, and Buggy struggles to retrieve all the air he’s lost.

“The One Piece, an excuse for humans to spread their filth across the seas.” Arlong is less than impressed, but what he says next opens a door. “Why should I concern myself with the ambitions of a mere human boy?”

“Because that map is useful,” Buggy regains some semblance of balance on his knees. “The kid is not, but I have unfinished business with him. What’s more, if Cross-Hairs is with him, then that’s your chance to get the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. Think about it! You’ll be at the top of the list if she’s out of the way.”

Arlong doesn’t like the implication laced in Buggy’s words, the possibility that he’s in any way lesser than a human. “I am already at the top of the list, clown. The Cross-Haired Pirates are disbanded, and humans tend to age so quickly compared to fish men. I’m sure she’s grown old and weary in the last couple of years, hardly worth my time.”

Buggy wants to smile. Smile as he thinks about just how fucking wrong this guy can be. The years have not drained you, nor weakened you, nor made you any less hot if he does say so himself.

Oh, if anyone can wipe the floor with Arlong, it’s you. That’s why he’s not afraid of revealing your current whereabouts, because he already knows fishy over there will get his ass whopped big time.

“How about this: you let me live, and I’ll help you find Luffy and Cross-Hairs. Two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

Two birds, one stone, and one fish filet, to be more specific.

Arlong grabs him by the neck. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I've got eyes and ears everywhere.”

The fish takes the bait, and Buggy can't help but laugh.

Laugh, not because Arlong agrees to his plan, but because the guy is going to be struck by lightning so fucking hard that in the end, there'll be nothing left of him save for that ugly-ass tool he calls a nose.

The moron has deliberately put himself up for slaughter, and personally, Buggy can’t wait to watch the show unfold.

The stage is yours.

He’ll watch from the front rows and give you an upstanding applause once the curtains falls.

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[miley1442111]

hii would love smth with sydney adamu x reader if ur still taking requests!! like literally anything just need more syd content haha

omg thank u for requesting sydney, there's like nowhere near enough stuff for her? like guys... she's amazing. anyways, I hope you enjoy, it's kind of short, so sorry about that :)

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a/n: lowkey spoilers for season 2, episode 3- sundae, also I didn't really think of male! or fem! reader while writing so just imagine what you want :)

summary: sydney asks if you want to join her and carmen on some food tasting, how could you say no?

pairing: sydneyadamu x reader

warnings: general fluff, talk of parents dying, brief mention of lupus, brief mention of cancer, mention of crushes.

She was pretty. But… she was also technically your new boss. You, a new person on the waitstaff at The Bear, had been hired a month ago. For the past 4 days, you had been building the tables and chairs along with your new co-workers, they’re fine, all pretty normal people- nothing to write home about. But Sydney, your boss, she was amazing. She had been the one to orient you in the restaurant. She showed you where everything is and how everything works, but you were sure you’d forgotten all of it. You were too busy watching her.. You pushed those thoughts out of your head, for now, you just had to keep your head down, get to opening night. All anyone is focusing on is opening night. So, you keep working and finish the last table, when you notice Sydney standing and talking with Carmen. Carmen Berzatto was strange, in your opinion. He barely talked to her, yet she was his ‘business partner’? He refused to even send her a text when he basically told you all to start taking down walls more than a week ago, and she was rightfully upset. He walks away from her with a nod and you get up from under the table. She comes up behind you as you stretch your aching back. 

“Do you want to come with us? We’re just- our pallets are fucked and-” she starts to explain.

“Yes,” you say, probably too eagerly. 

“O-ok. Cool,” she smiles. “I’ll grab my stuff.”

You smile and follow her to the lockers. “So, where do you plan on going?”

“Just some places around, I know some people, Carm knows some people,” she shrugs and the nickname she has for him irks you slightly. There can’t be anything going on between them, right? 

“Will we wait for him?” You ask, pulling your jacket on.

“He’ll catch up,” she decides, leading out the back door and into the cold Chicago air. 

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A train ride, a short 10 minute walk, and a conversation with a waiter later, you sit across from Sydney, conversation flowing freely. You feel… comfortable with her. She’s awkward in an endearing way, kind in a way that's foreign to you, and so deeply interesting that you feel like you could talk to her forever. The food arrives, and it’s the best thing you’ve tasted in a while. Considering you’ve been living off of the same meal for the past three days (meal prepping is the only way you eat), this is like actual gold dust. Clearly your reaction doesn’t stay in your head, your eyes closing in satisfaction.

“Good right?” Sydney grins from across the table. 

All you can do is nod. And internally kick yourself for being so embarrassing. 

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Carmen has been long forgotten. He was supposed to show, he didn’t, boo hoo. You don’t care. Sydney doesn’t care. Your day with Sydney has been nothing short of perfect. Good food, good company, and now, good ideas- on Sydney’s part, you were basically just here for the food and her. 

“So, what’s your favourite food?” Sydney asks, just on the walk back to The Bear. 

“Can I be honest?” You chuckle, a warm feeling within you shielding you from the cold. 

“Of course!” 

“When I was a kid, my mom made these nachos with like-just random cheeses on them, and then we’d dip them in this spicy sauce until our tongues would go numb,” you recounted fondly. “I forgot to ask for the recipe before she died.” Sydney’s face falls, and you can’t help but feel that you’ve ruined the moment, the day too, maybe. “S-sorry, I didn’t- it just slipped out-”

“It’s ok. My mom died too,” she explains slowly. “Lupus.”

“Cancer.”

“I’m sorry,” she smiles softly as you both stop just outside the restaurant. 

“I was like 10, it happened a while ago-”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats. 

“I’m sorry too,” you smile, the sound of blood rushing filling your ears. You want to kiss her. You want to kiss her so bad. So, you do.

You reach and hand out and cup her cheek, pulling her in to kiss you. She gasps at the sudden contact, but kisses back all the same. She tastes like the mint the last restaurant gave you both. Her arms wrap around your neck, a smile on her lips against yours. You pull away, opening your eyes. 

She looks beautiful, a smile on her perfect lips. The lips you just kissed. 

“Thank you for today,” you smile. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” you chuckle.

She rolls her eyes and kisses you again.

Wow. What a good day. 

[chefkids]

The Worst is Yet to Come

I already posted about the note saying Ziggy, but tldr is that a series of misfortunes are still to come. I think Season 3 will begin jumping straight into the chaos that the end of Season 2 set up.

This whole past season was a build up to tension, a ticking time bomb as all those clocks reminded us. And in the end, yes, Carmy exploded, but everyone around him is also facing their own problems that keep getting pushed aside in order to pay attention to his. I think Season 3 will start right off with the fall out of it all.

We already know Marcus is going to have to deal with his mothers situation. Whether she's dead or is very ill, he is going to have to focus on that, and they only have 4 days until the official opening. Marcus plays a major role in so many dishes like the focaccia, cannoli, sundae, donut, and honey buns. Without him like half the menu is gone. Which might open up a window of opportunity to bring back our second favorite tatted up Chef from Copenhagen.

Unfortunately, I do think Natalie's shoulder pain is more than a passing comment. It can be sign of serious conditions such as preeclampsia, specifically HELLP Syndrome. Which is ironic, because she is always the one trying to help others, but the roles would finally be reversed and she'll be the one having to accept other people's help. HELLP is usually only treated at that point by giving birth or by going on bed rest and taking medications until it's ready to be induced, which she probably wasn't planning on doing for at least another month or two given that she's likely around 7ish months at the moment.

The Carmy and Donna reunion is not a matter of if but when. I think Natalie getting sick will be the catalyst for them coming together again. We know Carmy avoided his family after Mikey died and he still carries some guilt over that, and at this point Natalie is his only closest family member and he would not abandon her. We know Natalie still wants her mother in her life, and even though she still hasn't told her about the baby, she was planning to at Friends & Family. If she felt like there was something seriously going on, she or Pete would call her.

Richie. We saw him at his best but that doesn't mean he's fully changed overnight. After what Carmy said to him I could see him not returning for a while just to prove a point that he can be good on his own and he doesn't need Carmy's handouts. Which would put them in a tense spot at the restaurant.

Sydney, as much as she tries to communicate with Carmy, still keeps her actual feelings and frustrations with him bottled up. She jumps around hoops, just like him, to avoid saying directly what is bothering her. They still haven't discussed the mess at the end of Season 1 that was seemingly brushed under the rug when they decided to jump into the new build. I think she will find out either directly or indirectly that she is essential for Carmy keeping his cool, and that will put a lot of pressure on her. They spend so much time apologizing rather than actually trying to change things and all that has to burst out eventually.

With the chaos around him, the only thing Carmy knows how to control is the kitchen. I think we are going to see him go fully stone cold Michelin Chef because if Marcus, Richie, and Natalie are out, they're fucked.

[liminalpebble]

I Left the Lights on For You

Eddie Munson angst and comfort oneshot, Eddie x gender neutral reader, Eddie's a good friend and a sweetheart. Minors DNI

CW: Talk of depression around holidays, mental health issues, self-harm ideation (but not acted upon), drug use. (Positive ending, though) Minors DNI

Summary: The holidays are awful for you. In your darkest moment you turn to Eddie, your dealer, to get something stronger than the usual to ease the pain. Eddie, being no stranger to loneliness and sadness, senses something is very wrong and decides to reach out to you. Eddie Munson x gn reader.

A/N: Sorry for the dark subject matter folks, but I wanted to give some representation of how hard it is for many of us with mental illness this time of the year, and I'd like to think dear sweet Eddie would definitely hold our hands through this. Please, if you are feeling like this in real life, reach out to your friends here or in the 'real' world, to a hotline or a website. Hell, message me! Don't stay quiet and don't suffer alone. You're not bothering anyone. You're a beautiful human being who deserves love and care. Please, please stay. Here is a list of resources in various countries.

Much love,

Peb

I Left the Lights on for You

You trudged through the trailer park in search of Eddie's place, narrowly avoiding spots where black ice had plastered over the gravel of the lot. It wasn't that late but it felt like some kind of eternal arctic night as you trudged through the snowbanks and felt the icy air numb your face.

Having a weird sense of time and feeling numb were nothing new to you by now, albeit in a different way. This time of year was so miserable for you, but you kept that to yourself around everyone else, smiled and played along. Why spoil it for them? The few of “them” that were even there anymore. You'd done a pretty good job of shutting everyone out even before the Christmas depression put the cherry on top of that shitty mental illness sundae.

Even calling Eddie had been difficult. It'd been so long since you used your phone that it had begun to gather dust on the coffee table. You knocked the gray fuzz off with and dialed. Your fingers drummed nervously as the phone rang. Maybe he wouldn't pick up. Maybe this wasn't even his number anymore. Maybe he doesn't want to....

“Hello?” a cheery, lazy voice answered.

“Hey,” you breathed out, not sure if you were relieved or scared to talk to him, “ Hey Eddie, it's...”

“Aww. Sweetheart. Come on. I'd know that voice anywhere. How ya been? What can I do for you?”

You didn't know him that well. As with everyone, you kept him at an arm's length, but he had a persistent warmth about him, like he specifically wanted to thaw you out and liked the challenge. Despite your nerves you couldn't help but smile when he flirted. How long had it been since you smiled?

“Hey uh...well...my stash is running kinda low and I was wondering if you have anything? I'm sorry to call during Christmas break I know you and Wayne must be...you know...celebrating or whatever.”

Eddie busted out a bemused chuckle. You could practically see his big smile from the sound alone. “Nah, honey, don't worry about that. In fact, Wayne moved out with his sweetheart so I'm here all by my lonesome and Christmas isn't exactly my thing. Fucking hate it, actually.”

“Fuck, me too.” you said, with a relieved exhale. “It's nice to hear someone else feels the same way.”

“What was that? I didn't catch what you said after 'fuck me too'.”

You chuckled, “Oh fuck you, Munson.”

“Gladly.”

You were laughing hard now. A genuine laugh. It felt amazing.

“Listen. Why don't you come by the trailer? It's a little cold to do business in the woods.”

Your jaw clenched. You'd never been to Eddie's place. You'd only ever met on neutral ground, specifically, at the picnic table hidden in the trees. This felt oddly personal...intimate.

“Uh...are you sure? I don't want to impose.”

“No! Not at all. I got nothing going on and I'm bored out of my mind. Come on by. I can even smoke you out if you'd like.”

“Uh thanks. That's really nice of you. I'll be there soon, okay. Just gotta get myself together. Which number is your place?”

“Just look for the lights. I'll leave 'em on for you.”

You scrunched your face up in confusion, “Won't everyone have lights up? How will I know which is yours?”

He chuckled again. “Oh you'll know. Trust me. See you soon, sweetheart.”

----

You decided Eddie didn't need to know that just “getting yourself together” would be an ordeal. How long had it been since you showered? Since you'd eaten? What day was it anyway? Settling back into the oppressive darkness within yourself, after the flicker of Eddie's light, made it seem all the darker by contrast; suffocating.

Come on. Not long now. Just get it together...just once more.

The warm shower did feel nice. So did the clean clothes. You stared at yourself in the foggy mirror for a long time. Your own face, blurred around the edges stared back. That seemed appropriate. Seeing your tired eyes and drab shapeless clothes, you felt like a ghost in a human costume; like this was some kind of backwards Halloween. It felt weird and wrong and ill-fitting to try to be a person right now, nonetheless you grabbed your things and hurried out before you could convince yourself not to go.

----

And here you were, swaddled deep in your parka, weaving through a trailer park full of the tackiest yuletide displays you'd ever laid eyes on. Just when you thought you'd never find the one you were looking for, a eerie crimson gleam caught your eye.

Eddie Munson was standing in the doorway of his trailer, surrounded by strand after strand of entirely-red Christmas lights, punctuated by the glowing motifs of pentagrams or skulls. He gave a smirk and opened his arms in a showman's gesture, proud of his handiwork.

“What do you think?”

You giggled. “I love it” you answered, as you pattered onto the porch, eyes wide.

He held the door for you in a gentlemanly gesture, ushering you into the balmy warmth of the trailer.

You don't know what you were expecting of Eddie Munson's habitat but “clean” was certainly not it. Glancing around, you could see that the place was shabby but very clean and tidy, and the tangy smell of lemony soap told you it was recently scrubbed.

“Did...did you just clean for me?”

His cheeks went red and he nervously tousled his hair, “Yeah. I didn't want you to run away screaming because of my gross bachelor pad.”

He looked so cute...devastatingly cute, with his red cheeks, dimpled smile, pajama pants and Garfield slippers. You'd never seen him like this. Every time you'd met before he was all decked out in chains, leather, and ripped jeans (although he was pretty great to look at in that too). You had the thought, not for the first time, that he would be great to look at in or out of anything.

You waved a hand dismissively “Eddie, you really didn't need to do that. My place is a disaster...just like me. I promise I wouldn't have cared.”

He smirked at that but then his big brown eyes scanned you. He could see the dark circles under your eyes, the twitch in your clenched jaw, the way your fingers and feet drummed and fidgeted. This was familiar to Eddie. He knew where you were at immediately because he'd been there himself, and he knew it felt like the bottom of the world.

He cocked his head sideways and looked down at you as he asked a softly, “Hey...are you okay?”

You twitched as if struck, blinked a few times, mustered yet another artificial smile, and nodded like a bobble-head. “Yeah! Yeah...of course. Totally...totally fine.”

He nodded, but his expression was still skeptical. “Well, can I get you something to drink? It's cold out there. Want some coffee or hot chocolate or...”

Your heart was beginning to ache at his kindness; kindness you didn't feel you were worthy of. You had to do what you came here for before you were distracted by it. “No...no. Sorry. Thank you but no.. just ah...let me know what I owe you and I'll leave you alone,” you said, gesturing to the little plastic bag of dried leaves between you.

“No! Really. You don't have to go! I promise. Unless you...you know...don't wanna spend anymore time with The Freak than necessary.” he said with an edge of hurt in his voice.

You came closer and grabbed his arm gently, assuring him, “No! No, Eddie, it's not like that. It's not that at all. You're so...you're so kind. I just...I'm not great company.”

He held both your shoulders, met your eyes with his sincere dark chocolate ones, and said, “You're perfect company. I promise. I'd been wanting to get to know you better and this is nice. Sit tight, take your coat off. I'll heat some cider and roll us a joint.”

You relaxed after his reassuring touch, peeled off your coat, then watched as he puttered around the kitchen. How long had it been since someone touched you? Talked with you? Assured you that you weren't a bother? Could he know how much that meant to you? You hadn't been able to feel much of anything lately except a blunt despair, and you hardly ever cried, so it surprised you when you felt the warm saline misting your tear ducts. You swallowed hard against the lump in you throat, attempting to talk around it. Thankfully his back was turned, so he wouldn't see your troubled face as you inquired, “Actually Eddie, I was wondering...do you have anything stronger?”

He paused with his back to you; movements stopping abruptly to listen closely. “Uh, I'm not sure. I might. What do you have in mind?”

You swallowed. “Ketamine...Vicodin...anything like that.”

He turned around now, brow scrunched and mouth dropped open as he thought, weighing his words and yours. “How much are you thinking? You gotta be careful with that stuff, you know. Space it out. Or with Vicodin...shit...I wouldn't go near that, honey.”

“As much as you can give me” you replied flatly, trying to keep the emotion from your voice.

“Why?” he asked slowly, eyes boring into you. You could tell, even though your gaze was on the floor, glaring hard at the tawny shag carpet.

“I just don't sleep right. You know? I'm nervous all the time. I'm just so...I need something to...to make it stop. Listen, I know it's expensive and I brought the cash for it, so please just...”

Eddie came up closer to you now. Before you knew it, you were mere centimeters from his chest, a Motorhead tee shirt dominating your field of vision. He smelled like detergent and cigarettes and warm skin and you wanted more than anything to snuggle into him forever. He took your face gently in both hands and guided your gaze up to his.

“Honey, look at me. Don't look away, okay?”

All you could do was nod, and swallow down the lump in your throat as you met his gaze. Eddie felt his heart break a little when he saw your beautiful eyes well up and spill over. He stroked your cheeks and said, “Just let it out and let me hold you. You've been holding onto it alone for too long.”

Before you knew it, you were heaving huge gasping sobs into his chest as his long arms encircled you. You panted and coughed like you had been drowning and finally...finally...had breached the surface as your rescuer pulled you up. He thought you felt so small and fragile, shuddering in his arms. He picked up one of his hoodies from the couch and draped it around you shoulders as he sat you down next to him.

When you were finally able to speak again you said in a raspy whisper, “I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't mean to...”

“Shhhh. Cut that shit. I want you to be here. I'm glad I could be here for you.”

“Please, don't pity me.”

“I don't. I've just been where you're at,” he said knowingly, kissing your forehead and stroking his hand up and down your back in comforting little rubs. “Listen, I've always liked you a lot. I really wanted to get to know you but I thought you'd never want to hang out because I'm weird and intimidating.”

You laughed at that. “No! I was being the weird one. I never found you intimidating. You're so sweet, Eddie. I just couldn't...I was stuck inside...you know.”

He met your eyes, and his plush pink lips gave you a sweet smile. “Yeah. I know exactly the feeling. So please...just please stay. Talk to me. It'll be alright again one of these days. It really will. But for now let's just get through tonight.”

You nodded, wrapping the big hoodie around yourself like a security blanket. “Thank you,” you said and kissed him on the cheek.

“I got you, sweetheart. I'll always leave the light on for ya.”

@leelei1980 @msgexymunson @take-everything-you-can @loz-3 @veemoon @elegantkoalapaper @ladyofthestayingpower @hellfirenacht @sweetsigyn @itsfreakingbats @fairyysoup @joejoequinnquinn @josephfakingquinn @eddies-house

[billthedrake]

TRAINING THE SALES GUY (PART FIVE)

Again this story has some edgier, more extreme oral play, with each chapter going a little further.

It was crazy hot seeing my straight bro of a coworker get into more extreme oral sex.

We had only two accidents. It was inevitable, I guess. The first one killed the mood.

Carson and I had been doing the Countdown Game, modeled after that video I'd sent him. The first two times we'd done it had been crazy hot, and Carson loved the challenge of it. I'd have him deep throat me and then I'd count off the seconds. The first swallow would go for one second, then Carson would back off, take a second pause and a deep breath, then I'd instruct him back on my hard cock. Swallow Two would go for two seconds, the third for three, etc.

Carson worked up to 5 seconds without too much difficulty. He was getting even better at deep throating my big dick, and his excitement fed off the game to drive him to do it with even more enthusiastic.

Rounds 6 and 7 were tougher for him, but I assured the straight-ish sales guy he could tap out at any time. I'd push his limits, but he had the ultimate say. By the time he did, we were both so worked up, I was able to do some quick face fucking to blast off straight into Carson Wells' stomach. The sight of that heavy mucus on my dong when I pulled off was just the cherry on the sundae.

The third time we played the Countdown Game, Carson went for more, and fuck, I was so turned on watching him struggle to fight that gag as he held himself pressed into my pubes. Carson wore an old, beat-up T-shirt that he didn't mind getting messy. Usually that meant that thick mucus that dripped from my cock when I pulled out or ran down his chin. But when I urged him to go for round 8, his ragged breath muttered a cry and when he took me in again, poor Carson didn't make it three seconds before he lost it.

I felt bad, and yeah I lost my hardon as I got an extra towel and a wet washcloth to help clean up. Worst was, Wells seemed pretty distraught.

"I think I'm done, Bill," he said. "Sorry." He was still hyperventilating some, trying to steady himself.

So much for the Countdown Game.

I went into full buddy mode, though. Finding him a spare T-shirt and offering to get him an Uber home. Telling him it was OK and thanking him for being a trooper. Everything in the tone of my voice told him I was OK if we stopped the more extreme throat training from here on out, and I meant it.

Thankfully Carson reached out to me next Saturday. I was glad as hell. I was getting used to my time with the guy and didn't want to get cut off cold turkey. Maybe I'd get back into doing hookups or even going on a date, but Wells was tapping into my deep fantasies and I was going to ride this suck buddy arrangement we had.

I let Carson do the work next time. Hands off, classic standing while he sat and sucked position. He was great at it, and I think the sales bro was showing me that this was as good as me taking charge of his throat.

It almost was. The slower pace did wonders for me, as I let Carson work me up gradually to a heavy cum, alternating deep throating with some more vigorous sucking.

"FUCK!" I cried. Sometimes I liked being vocal to let Carson know how deep of an orgasm he was giving me. I didn't have to play up anything that day. I reached behind his ear to massage his soft hair as he nursed the dribbles from my boner and worked toward his own big O.

"Thanks, Boss," he muttered when he finally pulled back. I could tell he appreciated that I'd let him do something less intense.

"I told you, Wells, your blowjobs are incredible."

He had a proud look. There was some kind of straight-dude competitive thing that meant Carson gave cocksucking his all. I didn't fully get it, but I loved every hookup we had.

***

All of November it was business as usual. Me acting professional with Carson at work, then Saturday meetups for a BJ from the guy. Once was on his 31st birthday and before he swallowed my cock, he muttered, "You gonna give me my present, Boss?" The more Carson and I did this, the more relaxed we got around each other, fitting into complementary roles. I played up the big bro, encouraging type, and Carson was the eager beaver into how much he got me off - and still riding that taboo that he was into having a dick in his mouth.

The guy made no move for anything else, either. No kissing, no touching. I checked in from once again to see if he wanted reciprocation. After all, Carson hadn't told me he was dating anyone. But he just assured me, he didn't like the idea of a guy doing anything for him. That was the last time I'd make the offer.

We were back to a new normal. Carson had perfected his deep throating and loved to show it off for me, but otherwise our pairings were vanilla again.

I gave him a wide berth at the office, but not avoiding him so much it looked suspicious. And for the time being we were paired with other people on sales visits, so no business trips together. The "Dream Team" would have to wait.

Still, when our annual holiday office party rolled around, I found myself talking to Carson. First with a few of the younger guys around, then just us two, alone. He was trying to keep his poker face on, but he had a naughty smile as he looked around the bar area. He was drunk, and I was getting there myself.

"So Boss," he leaned in to say. "I got a Christmas present to give you at some point."

"Yeah, Wells?" I replied with a grin. Maybe he had an actual, physical present, but that would be weird, and I had an idea of what he was getting at.

He nodded. Then he said in a deep fratty whisper, "It's been a while since we've done the Countdown Game."

Holy fuck. I'd have to will myself to keep from throwing hard in my suit trousers. I was gonna chub big time as it was. I looked to read his face. "It has," I said. Then, "We don't gotta, you know."

"I know," Carson nodded. "But I keep thinking about it. I figure I know the worst that can happen." He paused to read my expression. "But if it freaked you, Boss, I get that."

"It didn't," I assured him. "Um, stuff happens."

Carson nodded and that naughty look on his handsome face returned. It blew my mind that he was so into a guy using his mouth. "So you wanna, Boss?"

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. "My place or yours, Carson?"

"Mine," he said. "Give me a ten minute head start?"

"Yeah," I replied, blushing and feeling my heart pound. We were really going to do this.

I went over to make small talk with two of the client service people in our department. I tried not to be obvious, but out of the corner of my eye, I watched Carson rejoin some of the younger people before finally taking leave. It took me longer than ten minutes to extricate myself from the conversation I was having with a couple of married coworkers, but soon I was giving my good night and texting Carson as I hailed a cab.

The guy had a big playful smile as he showed me into his condo. I saw a couple of towels laid out on the floor, and I gathered that Carson wanted the head start not only to keep us from being connected by our coworkers but to set up.

"Hey," I said, feeling a good deal of naughtiness myself. It wasn't quite like that first time in the Denver hotel room, but it still blew my mind that I was having a suck buddy affair with Wells. "I thought you would have changed out of the suit."

I almost regretted saying it. Carson's had an incredible body that filled out his suit pretty damn well. He had a muscle build that you wouldn't think would be in a slimmer cut suit, but the combo was incredible.

Carson just grinned and replied, "It reminds me of our first time in Denver, Boss." Damn, he was on the same wavelength all right. He tugged at the knot in tie. "This is a new tie, though," he added, starting to remove it. "The rest I can get dry cleaned if I need to."

I was getting hard. I hoped Carson wouldn't have any real issues today, but the idea that he didn't seem afraid of them was kind of hot.

He draped his tie over a chair then knelt down on a folded towel, his body looking both bigger and smaller beneath me as he got in cocksucking position in his suit. As I stepped up, he ran his hands up my own suit trousers, not feeling me up really, more just going right for my cock. "OK if I suck a little to get started, Boss?" he asked, already unzipping me and reaching in to fish out my boner. "You know, prime the pump?"

"Have at it, Wells," I assured him, feeling my erection throb in his touch, which paled to the wonderful sensation of his mouth slowly going down on me.

Carson was worked up and more than a little relaxed from the booze, and he got into it. I almost thought he'd chicken out of the Countdown Game and just suck me off the old fashioned way. But finally he pulled back and licked his lips. Carson took a deep breath and looked up at me, green eyes looking excited. "All right, Boss, I'm ready."

My dick was wet with his spit and rock hard. "You sure, Wells?" I teased, but also giving him an out if he wanted.

"Yeah," he replied. "Go for it."

"All right," I said. "Go...."

Carson leaned forward and gave a soft grunt as he swallowed me to the hilt. The first couple were always tough for him, as he retrained his throat to accept my thickness. Still, he knew he had this, and I knew he did, too, sucking me all the way down to the pubes. It was hot as fuck to watch.

"One..." I counted, and just as gradually, Wells pulled back. There was a soft plop when he pulled off.

"Hot..." Carson muttered.

"All right," I said, in implicit instruction for him to go down on me again. He nodded and once again took my dick into his mouth. He was still working me slow, and once he was there, I counted. "One... two...."

He backed off, eager for air. I was getting a little nervous how this was going to go this time. It had been a couple of months since we'd done this, and the last time it hadn't gone well. I didn't know for sure what was going on in Carson's head but the fear of retching might be a problem in itself.

"Just remember, you can tap out any time, Carson," I assured him.

"I know, Boss," he replied. "I'm got this." He didn't wait for my instruction. Already he was going for another round.

"Fuck!" I muttered, then remembered my job. His nose was already mashed in my crotch fur so he'd been getting an extra second out of this one. "One... two.... three..."

Wells had a proud grin when he pulled off. He was more composed and focused now. I didn't countdown when he was off my cock, but in my head I gave as much time off as on. So, once I hit three seconds in my head, I nodded.

"All right, Wells," I said.

Carson licked his lips then went down on me, faster this time. He was getting used to deep throating now, and within a second he was all the way down to the base.

"One... two..." I slowed the count just a little, getting off on Carson's self-control. "three... four..."

"Fuck," the guy said after he came up and took a breath.

"Too much?" I asked, checking in.

"Nope," he assured me, though not taking his eyes off my cock. He was getting ready for round five.

"Have at it," I said finally.

Now that he'd tamed his gag reflex, it was a quick descent. I realized Carson was working on a faster deep throat so he'd have more breath for the countdown. I don't know why I hadn't thought of suggesting that in my training.

My voice was getting a horny edge now. "One... two... three... four... five..." I didn't stretch out the count this time. I figured poor Wells had more ahead of him.

He pulled off, face flushed. I looked down to see him in his youthful handsomeness, trimmed beard soaked in his spit, his chest puffing out his dress shirt and spreading the lapels of his suit coat.

"Go..." I said again.

This time was even faster. Carson practically speared his own throat with my hard cock.

"One... two... three... four... five... six..."

He was feeling it now, but when he pulled back he gave a satisfied nod, even as some saliva dripped down his bearded chin. He started to wipe it off, but I urged, "Leave it." He looked up at me, green eyes twinkling. "You're a kinky fucker, Boss," he laughed.

"Pretty much," I laughed in agreement. The moment broke the spell a little, but that was a good thing, since it gave Wells more recovery time.

I let him take the initiative to get on me again. Descent number seven was slower, which made the countdown tougher for him. By the time I got to six he was struggling some, face going red and tear running down his cheek. "Easy..." I assured him, between counts six and seven. But he made it to the end and pulled off quickly, sucking in some air. I was realizing the deep breaths were less about air than about Carson reestablishing his own sense of bodily control.

Silently, in my head I counted to seven, then gave a stern but reassuring, "All right..."

He'd learned his lesson too well. He speared his throat with my dick once more, only that was the wrong move. "One..." I started and then Carson's gag reflex kicked in. I expected him to pull off, in defeat. I didn't think it was a full on retch gag, but it threatened to be.

Only the guy mustered his willpower and swallowed it all back, keeping himself fully buried in my pubes. "Holy fuck!" I gasped, then realizing Carson was going to keep going, I resumed my count. I gave him the benefit of the seconds he'd been down on me. "... four... five... six..." Wells was entering his zen state. Having surpressed his gagging once, he was keeping calm and steady with my cock lodged deep in his throat. "seven... EIGHT!" I emphasized the last number to acknowledge the achievement Wells had done.

He pulled off not fast, not slow. It was like he was afraid anything sudden would trigger something. I watched in excitement as big string of mucus connected my cock head and his lips, till it broke from my dick and landed on Carson's dress shirt, instantly darkening the pale blue cotton.

I hadn't been close to cumming, and the alcohol I'd had would probably insure I wouldn't real soon. But this was the first time I felt that telltale tingle in my nuts. I'd been so focused on Carson's progres, but now I was getting really fucking turned on.

He started to wipe off his chin but remembered my preference to see it all dripping and stopped himself. He took a few deep breaths and steadied himself.

"Another," I said. I didn't let him get to eight seconds off.

He had a real determined look on his face as he swallowed me again. I think the mucus-y spit helped lube the descent and very soon he was deep throating me. "One... two... three... four... five..." Carson was quivering, face turning red again. "You got this buddy," I assured him, then resumed, "seven... eight.... nine!"

"Fuck!" Wells muttered when he came up again. His eyes were watering but he was real fucking into this. In every way Carson was testing his limits this time and doing really well at it. "God, I love your dick, Boss," he added, his voice thick with his own mucus.

"Gonna go for ten, Wells?" I asked.

"Yeah, I wanna," he said. "Been thinking about this."

Damn. "All right," I urged. "Swallow me."

He did, again perfecting the fast but not too fast swallow. For the first four, he held perfectly still. "Five..." Carson's eyes watered now and I could see him fight himself. "six.. seven..." The guy started gagging, but as I counted he swallowed it down. "eight... nine..." Then came a deeper grunt from him as he fought to hold it. "Ten!"

When Wells pulled off that string of slime was real thick, milky in color and frothy as it plopped off my cock. Some landed on my suit trousers and some splattered on the towel below, but a good half landed on Carson's dress shirt.

"Damn, Boss," he gasped, overwhelmed by all of the sensations and emotions of this act. It was a lot for Carson to deal with.

I paused and felt my prick jerk in excitement. This was crazy hot. I no longer counted in my head but just gave Carson a beat to recover before saying. "Let's do this buddy," I urged.

He nodded gamely but I could sense his apprehension. "OK," he muttered then went down on me. I could see from his eyes that he realized he was descending too slow and a fear swept over him that he'd messed up this round.

I ran my fingers through his silky blond-ish hair. "You're good Wells," I assured him. "Come on, you've been a real trooper so far.... just one more round..." Then softly, but with a regular count I spoke. "two... three...." A slight gag came but nothing big. ".... four... five..." My own voice was getting excited now, seeing Wells push his limits. Count five after going multiple rounds was a LOT harder than round five the first time. And even as he grunted and wiggled his body some to fight his own body, Wells kept at it. "...six... seven...." Wells gagged and pulled off. I thought that was it for round eleven, but after with drawing an inch, he gulped down and was back at it, pushing into the hilt once more. "We good?" I asked, then taking Carson's stillness as a response, I continued. "... nine.... ten...." I could see his eyes really tearing. This was tough on Wells. But he was almost there. "ELEVEN!"

Wells wasn't slow in getting off this time. He practically spit out my dick and with it a heavy rope of his own slime, which mostly clung to his beard. His eyes were tearing up as he looked up at me. "Damn, Boss!"

"Fuck, man," I hissed, running my fingers along Carson's hair. I hoped this wasn't too gay, touching him like this, but I wanted to let him know how appreciative I was of what he'd just done. I tried reading his mood. "You up for another Wells?" I asked.

"Tapping out, Boss," he replied.

I nodded. "You did great, Carson," I said. "Incredible."

"Give me a second, and I can take care of you," he offered. "Like you like."

"You mean...?" I had an idea of what he was getting out.

The guy had a big grin. "Merry fucking Christmas, boss," he chuckled. "I know you like it a little messy...."

"You're already a mess, Wells," I said looking down on the vision of his knelt body. He didn't seem to have any spit or slime on his suit but his shirt was soaked with it and some still clung to his beard.

Carson smirked. Maybe if he hadn't been a little tipsy himself he would have felt more self-conscious. "Just ease up if I give the signal, OK?"

"Oh yeah," I agreed. "Tap my leg anytime and I'll ease up."

I gave him another second to recover, but I was real turned on. I guided my dick back to his wet lips and pressed in. I held on to the back of his head and gave slow, gentle thrusts into his skull.

"Fuck yes," I hissed. I had a pretty good read of Wells' response and what he could take but I was starting off cautious.

Then Carson deep throated me and I held his head against my crotch. I felt his body hunch a little and heard a soft gag. "Gonna make some slime for me, buddy?" I head another soft gag, then I pulled back to see my handiwork. There it was, all of that beautiful mucus, frothed up and clinging to my cock.

Carson was teary eyed but actually turned on too. "Damn, Boss," he muttered as I pulled back to show it off to him.

"So good, Wells." My dick was wet and the viscous throat spit clung to me rather than drip off. "Spit some more on me, buddy."

He got a lewd grin and gathered the spare spit in his mouth to slobber it on my dick. It wasn't as thick, but was a combo of regular saliva with the leftover slime.

"Fuck yes," I muttered. Then, "I gotta get off, buddy. Bad."

He nodded his agreement and I gripped his head again to steady it for a final face fuck. I didn't go hard charging with the deep throat. Instead I got off on working that slime, which got looser the more it combined with Carson's new saliva. It began making squishy sounds and was now running freely from his chin and all over my crotch. I'd regret putting my suit through this abuse, but I was turned on this all. The nastiness of it, and the physical sensations. The slickness made Carson's mouth turn into a real fleshjack feel on my prick. I started cumming.

"Shit!" I gasped as the pusles of cum shot out into Carson's sucking mouth. The whole scene had worked me up big time and I had about eight solid jets to that ejaculation. I was feeling sensitive at last.

I pulled back, hyperventilating as Carson unzipped for his own release. It took like three tugs and he was cumming too. He finally pulled up a towel to wipe off.

"I'm afraid I didn't get you a Christmas present, Wells," I quipped.

He smiled, those green eyes meeting mine. "It's OK, Boss. I think I got my present right there."

I swear my cock jerked when he said that. But I had a pressing matter on my hand. "OK if I go clean off?"

He nodded, and I went to the bathroom to wipe off the mess from our my crotch. Lessoned learned.

When I got back, Carson was gathering up the towels and getting back to normal.

"I wasn't sure you'd go for that, Carson," I said. "But that was incredible."

He gave me a knowing grin. "I guess I got freaked out last time," he explained. "But I want this too. You know, the training," he added with a blush.

I thought for a second. "How about this, Wells? You find a video you like, that turns you on. Send it to me."

He smiled. "I can do that, Boss." Then he seemed more pensive. "You think anyone at work suspects anything."

I didn't have to think about it, because I was always keenly aware of that possibility and nervous about. "I'm pretty sure they don't," I said. Then, I added, "I think we're playing it right. But if you wanna cool it..." I offered.

"We'll see," Carson said. "But I'm good for now. Like I say, I wanna go further... explore this."

It was a little awkward after that. With a gay fuck buddy, there would be a goodnight kiss, or at least a hug or something. And with Carson before I'd slip back into buddy mode. I didn't always know how to adapt to ex-frat-boy ways, but in finance I knew how to well enough.

Only after I abused Carson's throat and tested his limits, that felt weird now, too, giving him a fist bump and telling him I'd see him around.

Still, I felt alive and excited as I got out in the cold night air and made my way home. I hadn't told Carson this, but hands down this had been the most exciting sex I'd ever had.

[angel-eclairs]

Sexual Healing

Description- You and Yuta are arguing and things get a little heated.

Word count: 746

NCT!Yuta x f!reader

Warning: edging, teasing, begging, praising, and aftercare

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You wake up at 3am and Yuta isn’t back home. You’d always been suspicious of Yuta cheating and this was just adding to your suspicions. You go into the kitchen and start making an ice cream sundae.

As you're putting the ice cream in the bowl, Yuta walks through the door. “Hello my love” he says. You give him a straight face and turn away from him. He comes up and gives you a back hug. The warmth of his body feels good but you’re still mad at him.

“What’s wrong princess?” he says. “What were you doing out so late?” you reply. He grabs you and says “It’s nothing to be worried about sweetheart.” you push him away in disbelief. You say “Don’t play with me like that Yuta”.

He pulls you in by the waist and says “How do you want me to play with you then?” and he smirks. Although you are charmed, you can’t disregard the fact that he won’t tell you where he was. You push him off, grab your sandwich and head to the bedroom.

Yuta follows you and says “Come on princess, it’s not that big of a deal.” you look at him in awe and say “It is that big of a deal. I’m not just any girl. You can’t do me like that” he climbs on top and says “How about I do you like this then?”

He pins your arms down and starts kissing on your neck. He starts kissing all down your body. He pulls down your pants and says “Hmm, you seem pretty mad maybe this isn’t what you want.” he gets up and goes to the bathroom knowing that you want to let him do whatever he wants to your body.

He comes out of the bathroom and you tell him to come to you. He’s standing over you, you get on your knees and say “Daddy, I’m begging you please fuck me.” he already knew you would do this. He know exactly what you want. He smirks and says “Get on the bed we’re about to have a little fun with that pussy of yours.”

He walks to the kitchen and you get on the bed . He comes back but he’s hiding something. He comes over and says “Put this on” you look at it and its a blindfold. You put it on, and with no time wasted Yuta put his fingers inside your tight pussy. As hes fingering you, you feel something… cold on your clit.

You take the blindfold off to find that he put whipped cream on your clit. “Cream #1 for the night” he says laughing, he starts sucking the whipped off your clit. With him fingering plus sucking your clit you couldn’t help but moan. He goes faster and faster until finally you finish.

“Awwww the princess came already. Why don’t we make her cum again.” he says. He gets on top of you and spits in his hand wiping it all over his dick. He puts his rock hard dick in you. He takes the whip cream and put two dots on your boobs. Hes fucking you hard. You feel his dick all the way in your guts. You couldn’t believe how he’d been out all day and still had energy for this.

He bends down and says “Now isn’t this game fun princess?”

You nod your head yes and he says “I think it is too why don’t we have some more fun” he smirks. Yuta is known for having crazy ideas so you don’t know what hes gonna do.

He moves his hand around your throat and says “It’s time to have fun sweetheart.” while he starts going faster and deeper until you can’t take it anymore. You turn your head to him and say “Daddy please cum with me” he smiles and says “Look at the slut begging. I guess since you were a good girl for daddy I will”

He goes deeper again until hes throwing his head back and whimpering in pleasure. Finally, he pulls out and you turn and he squirts all of his hot cum into your mouth. He lifts your face up by your chin and kisses you. “Let’s go get cleaned up” he says. You both go to the bathroom.

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THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story! Before I stopped writing I didn’t finish and post part 2 but if you all would like it then I will get right on it! Let me know and much love to you all! <3

[sevenmerrymagpies]

Chapter 1 - Steve's No Good, Terrible, Kinda Perfect Senior Year

Summary:

Steve pivoted back to his original demand. “You can’t tell anyone.” Munson scoffed. “I mean it. You cannot tell anyone about this.” “What’s in it for me, if I don’t?” Eddie said as he stood up to his full height from leaning over the table and crossed his arms. +++ In a last-ditch attempt to live and create a new leader for their hive mind, the vines in the tunnel released a (probably) toxic goop right into Steve’s face. Getting powers from the Upside Down was the cherry on the shit sundae Steve had been served since Halloween. All he wanted to do was graduate in peace, left alone to lick his wounds and mourn the loss of his relationship with Nancy and the loss of his popularity in private. It turns out the Spring of ‘85 might be when he finally finds a family, real friends, and a very unexpected romance.

As Steve looked down into the tunnels he really hoped the masks helped against the stuff floating in the air. At all. And that the kids kept them up the whole time. After he jumped down into the tunnels and helped the rest of the kids do the same, he let his game-day instincts overcome his nerves. It helped him to focus on keeping the kids safe and letting them do their firebug thing. Even sporting the aches and pains from first the junkyard and then his fight with Billy his body knew how to keep going. He knew how to feel like crap with the first cold of the year and still win his swim meet. He knew how to captain a basketball team with a hangover. His body knew how to do this, so he let it. Better than double-thinking everything and failing to act when Mike was trapped by the vines or the demodogs were chasing them. Better to get everyone out of the tunnels and back safe, firmly in Hawkins.

After all the kids were safe, after he got out of the tunnels, after the lights on the Camero flared to life and Mike declared the evening won, he flopped on the ground and groaned, feeling overwhelmed after ignoring them for the last half hour, all his aches and pains from the night flared as one. He’d had way too much good luck this time out and not enough skill. Not nearly enough of him actually fending off or defeating the monsters with his muscles and his bat. Nothing he’d done had been fully in his control and he suppressed a full-body shudder thinking how easily it could have gone wrong. Or maybe that full-body shudder was from the head trauma. You can only suppress the effects of a concussion for so long before it rears up again, so when the urge to vomit finally got too strong, he crawled down near the caved-in sinkhole they’d used as an entrance to the tunnels and vomited.

It seemed like just desserts to give the Upside Down a little bit of a last fuck you. Expect, of course, his good luck that night finally ran out because one of the vines near the edge of the tunnel seemed to break away, or swing his way for some reason. Steve didn’t know what was happening, or why, he only saw it out of the corner of his eye too late to move as he heaved the last bits of bile from his stomach. The vine curved towards him and squirted something out onto his face.

Right in his open mouth.

“Ew, gross.” He said sitting back from the edge of the sinkhole. It was all over his face, in his mouth, and his hair. He tried to spit it out but he knew he swallowed some of it too. This shit was vile. “Anyone got a napkin or a towel.”

“Of course, we don’t dipshit,” Mike said.

“Thanks, Mike, you’re help is always so stellar.” Steve spit out more of the goo.

Dustin started screaming at the same time, “Oh, my god, get it off you. Who knows what that is.”

“Yes, Dustin, which is why I’m asking you guys to look in the car for something to help wipe it off,” Steve tried to get some of it off his face but instead he smeared it over more of himself. He shook his hands sharply once and fat globs of the stuff flopped onto the ground at his feet.

The kids finally realized leaving Steve covered in unknown Upside Down goo wasn’t the healthiest option, for him or anyone, and frantically searched the car while Max dug through Dustin’s backpack and found some old McDonald’s napkins in the bottom. She handed them over before the rest of the boys even noticed. “Thanks, Red.”

He wiped as much of the goo off as he could and figured he’d get the rest in the shower. He also figured he probably had to tell an actual adult he needed to be decontaminated somehow. Steve didn’t know what that would entail but as long as it didn’t mean he missed too much school, he didn’t care. Too many absences this quarter meant he might get kicked from the basketball team next quarter and that wasn’t something he could stand to give up this year. Not after Halloween. Not after Nancy and Billy.

He tossed the napkins on the ground and then Dustin screamed at him, “No, we can’t get rid of those, they’re samples of whatever that was.” He prodded the napkins with his toe. In a quieter voice, he said, “But maybe you should touch them because you’ve already got exposed to it.”

“You’re gonna make me carry those napkins around with us?” Steve asked, incredulous that this boy was somehow both so smart and such an absolute shit stain. The kid nodded and Steve crumbled, the energy to fight Dustin gone a long time ago. “Fine!” Steve said and threw his hands up in the air. He pocketed the napkins in his jean pocket since the jeans weren’t his favorite and they were probably going in the trash at this point. Despite the goo, Steve was still hoping his jacket was salvageable with a thorough spot cleaning followed by a deluxe dry cleaning.

“I’ll drive us back,” Max said with a chipper, eager voice.

“No way, toss me the keys,” Steve said.

“But you’ve got a concussion,” Lucas said. “You can’t drive.”

“Even with my face caved in I can drive better than any of you. So I’m driving back.”

Steve had to concentrate on driving with enough intensity it made him feel like he had his learner’s permit again. At least his eyesight had cleared and the nausea had receded by the time he got behind the wheel.

They were the first group back and found Billy stumbling outside, barely awake as they arrived. Steve left the keys in the car and kept the kids away from Billy, giving him a wide circle. The asshole ignored them and all but crawled to his car before driving away. He’d have to deal with Billy at school, which was going to be really fucking annoying, but that was a future Steve problem.

He collapsed on the couch in the living room and announced. “I’m going to sleep, wake me up when there’s like actual adults here to talk to.”

The last thing he heard was Dusting announcing loudly he shouldn’t go to sleep and declaring it bad for concussions before he passed all the way out.

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[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 3 – STUCKY FAVORITES

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: triedunture

There are so many things I love about triedunture's writing. Not only do they have a really impressive grasp on creating interesting emotional conflict, but the resolutions they come up with are incredibly satisfying. Plus, they're a veritable master of smut.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Good Boy

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 13,473 Tags: Dom/Sub, Exhibitionism, Petplay

Summary: Bucky is still adjusting to life with the Avengers, and Steve is willing to do whatever it takes to make him feel comfortable. Increasingly, though, what seems to make him comfortable is strangely intimate. Surprise, Steve! You're a gentle dom and Bucky wants to be your pretty pet!

Reasons why I love it: I really love the escalation in this. The way they slip into their play feels so natural, and Bucky is so sweet in how much he needs Steve's comfort. Steve's inner conflict is really well-handled, and I especially love the resolution. If you enjoy hurt/comfort and emotional dom/sub play, then I guarantee that you'll love this one!

Rogers & Barnes: Partners

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: T Words: 10,510 Tags: Asexual Steve, Fake Relationship, Love Confessions

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked. The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart? (The answer is yes. Yay!)

Reasons why I love it: Steve struggling with his sexuality is one of my favorite tropes. And this fic does it perfectly. Add to that an undercover couple mission, hurt/comfort to the max, some really cool OCs and a near death experience, and you've got the recipe for an amazing fic. Which this one definitely is. Go and read it!

Not Another Supersoldier Fantasy

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 16,462 Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Sex Toys

Summary: Bucky finds a popular sex toy modeled on Captain America's own anatomy. Well, isn't this just perfect? Because even after all this time, he still hasn’t seen Steve’s supersoldier cock. But apparently in this day and age anyone with $29.95 can get a decent replica. The unfairness of this is of galactic proportions.

Reasons why I love it: This fic makes me laugh so hard. Steve is no nonchalant about having his dick immortalized, and Bucky's descent into madness over it is hilarious to see. It makes the sweet moments all the sweeter. Plus, all the locations the dildo turns up in are absolutely brilliant and something I can definitely see the Avengers doing. A wonderful fic that you should definitely read!

Eight-Pager

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 6,442 Tags: Crossdressing, Roommates, Genderfluidity

Summary: Steve gets a job drawing dirty comics. Bucky thinks he needs help coming up with sketches. Not that Bucky minds posing in ladies' underthings.

Reasons why I love it: God, crossdressing Bucky is my absolute kryptonite. Juxtaposing that image with the fact that Bucky still takes charge in the bedroom and fucks Steve into next week is just the cherry on top of an already delicious sundae. This fic is incredible, and I'd recommend it to anyone!

Auld Acquaintance

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 5,810 Tags: Skrinkyclinks, Post-CA:TWS, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Due to magic or whatever, Steve is transformed back into his small self while pursuing the Winter Soldier on New Year's Eve. Bucky, seemingly acting on instinct, chooses to protect him despite his mistrust. Also, Steve is a bit of a tiny powerbottom.

Reasons why I love it: Oh man, this one just tears at my heartstrings. Bucky's mistrust and Steve's desperation are beautifully written, and the smut is superb. I really love the emotional arc here, all the way to the bittersweet ending. Definitely give this fic a read, you won't regret it!

[3xm-draconic]

JJBA: Rockabye Starboy (Jole's story, a tainted love sequel).

I made a fic about Jole, it's going to be about 5 maybe 10 episodes long (depends), I hope yall enjoy.

Also here is a pic of Jole.

Episode 1: My Last Resort, The Animal I have Become.

In the year 1984…

“JOLE!” my foster dad, Halen, screamed, he sounded drunk again.

I was in my room hiding under my bed, I kept quiet so he wouldn't find me and beat me for what I did again, “JOLE YOU MISERABLE LITTLE SHIT, YOU ATE MY SANDWICH!” he howled, “yhea I did eat it but that's only because you lock the fridge and you don’t bother to feed me” I silently shook.

My bedroom door burst off its hinges “QUIT LOCKING THIS FUCKING DOOR!” he bellowed “WHERE ARE YOU!?”, I watched him shuffle around drunkenly. He destroyed my room and eventually ripped my mattress off its frame and found me, “THERE YOU ARE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he hissed.

I was beaten with a belt, the old leather accessory breaking after ten strikes, that made him even more mad “y-you… YOU LITTLE FUCK YOU BROKE MY FAVORITE BELT!” he snarled, he dragged me by my hair to the basement door and threw me down the steps “I’ll let you out when I get a new belt to finish your beating boy” he growled as he slammed and locked the door.

The basement was dark and the concrete floor was cold, I layed there in the fetal position, crying.

I eventually found enough strength to get to my feet, I saw in the darkness as if it were in dim light and I scoured the shelves for what I needed.

I found a bottle of vodka, a torn old blanket and my teddy that I kept hidden here, Kesha. I made some makeshift bandages and sterilized my wounds with the booze, I snuggled with Kesha for comfort, she was all I had left of my mom.

I took a few swigs of the vodka and slumped down beneath the basement window sobbing.

Eventually Halen returned and let me out, he made good on his promise to finish my punishment with a new belt, one with a thick sharp buckle.

That night as I lay in bed I came up with a plan to run away. I had always wanted to see the redwoods of California so I’d go there.

I packed my clothes and some other things in my backpack and snuck down into the kitchen. I saw Halen asleep at the table in a drunken stupor, I quietly creped past him and took a few cans of food, one of his swiss army knives, I got Kesha from the basement and the money he had stashed away in a coffee can in the pantry.

 Just as I was leaving, Halen woke up. I booked it out the door and he chased me down the street, he grabbed me by my hair and started to drag me back to the house…

That's when I snapped.

I don’t really remember what happened, one moment I was screaming for him to let me go and then the next…his head was..gone.

Nothing but a bloody stump remained.

I ran like hell…

I ran to a local park and hid in the public bathroom, I could hardly breathe “OH GOD, OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” I cried…

I could taste something on my tongue, something sweet and warm like hot fudge topping on a sundae, it stained my mouth, neck and shirt.

I looked in the mirror and I nearly threw up, the sweet taste…was blood.

I frantically washed it off of me in the sink, I washed it out of my hair too along with the dye and makeup Halen forced me to wear inorder to cover up my natural pink hair and bizarre eyeshadow-like markings on my eyelids.

For the first time in days I saw myself…the real me.

I saw the horns clipped short to hide them, the strange inhuman fangs…

I had always been a monster…hadn't I?

That’s why Halen hid me from the world…but now he’s dead…I killed him and now I’am…

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, really looked at myself.

I looked down at my birthmark, a big star on my shoulder and pondered “I have to go somewhere I won’t hurt anyone”.

I thought about it “the redwoods of California” . I had never been there but I had always wanted to go ever since I saw a picture of one in a book I once read.

I changed out of my old bloody clothes and into a new outfit, I buried the old ones under a big heavy rock and proceeded to walk.

After walking for a few miles I got tired, I set up my blanket under a bridge and cuddled with Kesha.

Even after all these years, she still smelled like her, like mom.

That night I dreamt of her again, of her soft smile and gentle eyes. I saw her again briefly and blurry, I wanted to ask her why she left, I wanted to know why she abandoned me but I never got to, those dreams were always bittersweet.

Joseph Jostar, a housing agent by day and a hammon warrior by night…that sounded like a bad joke but it was true.

Joseph had to keep up his training…and train the next generation.

Holly didn’t half to know he was teaching Jotaro how to fight vampires, who knows maybe it would prove useful in the future!

Joseph was enjoying his coffee break after training with little Joot when he got an urgent call from a Speedwagon Foundation agent.

“Hello yes, what's the matter?”, “Mr Jostar, I must inform you there has been a report of a bizarre murder in Walla Walla Washington, the crime scene is gruesome”, “and you are telling me this why?...”, “because eye witness accounts say it was some sort of harpy monster that did it and we analyzed feathers found at the crime screen”, “y-you…you don’t think?”.

“The dna is a match to Holly’s sir, we found him”.

[galaxyedging]

@missredherring

If there's one thing Dieter truly hates about Hollywood, it's the pressure on women to look a certain way.

(Smut under the cut)

He hates to watch his female co-stars pick at salads and forgo all the delicious food on offer.

Then he met you at a photo shoot. Your curves on show in a skin-tight dress. You didn't think twice about eating a cheeseburger.

"Everything in moderation." You had told him.

That was a foreign concept to Dieter. By the end of lunch, he had already fallen in love with you.

"When you mention bring food into the bedroom, this is not what I was thinking." You comment now that Dieter had finally calmed a little.

"What can I say? You just look so sexy. Try the dip." Dieter moans and his cock twitches inside of with anticipation.

Dragging the last bite of the mozzarella stick through the salsa, you pop it into your mouth, humming at the taste. An errant drop clings to your lips before you swipe it with your thumb and such the digit clean. Dieter whimpers at the sight. He'd be laying patiently with you warming his cock through a generous portion of mozzarella sticks. He swears after watching your pretty lips wrap around those phallic shaped objects while you hummed in enjoyment, he could come from the slightest friction. He's so close that he can't help the pathetic whimpers that spill from his lips as you discard the takeout tray, knowing that you might finally fuck him.

Feeling his hips poised to pound into you, you can't hide the smile as you pull out the ice cream sundae you also ordered.

"Be a good boy while I eat my my dessert." The whimper of frustration is laced with a moan. He loves to be your good boy.

Teasingly, you leave the spoon and lick a stripe around the swirling top of the ice cream. Only to drop a glob of the cold treat on your naked breast. In shock, your whole body jerks.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Baby. Yes. Ahh." Dieter's fingers dig into the luxurious flesh of your thighs as he spills himself deep inside you. The warmth of his cum in juxtaposition of the cold treat running down your body.

"Sorry, Baby." Dieter sighs with a goofy grin on his face. His body is completely pliant as you lift off of him. His cock and his spend slipping out easily.

"It's okay, Sweetie. Now, why don't I give you something to eat?" This earns you another whimper from Dieter perfect lips before you smoother them with your dripping pussy.

[strwberrys0da]

i dated a psychopath. here’s what happened (i changed names for anonymity)

content warning: coercion, SA, SV

tldr: my ex boyfriend used my trauma to his advantage. i was too scared to be emotionally vulnerable to my friend ryan about it. i knew he had feelings for me but i always kept him at a safe distance. i missed my opportunity, he stopped responding to me. please dont wait to tell someone how you feel.

“what happened to you?” was one of the questions i avoided from ryan.

i was betrayed in the worst possible way. after my fiasco with dating cade, i got close with my at-the-time bff —> boyfriend. [redacted] mirrored my personality to make us seem so similar it ‘was fate.’ all the lies he told me… it took years to fully process what happened in that relationship. in the beginning, [redacted] was the man of my dreams.. everything i looked for in a guy he was. at the end of our relationship, his shell chipped away and i slowly saw the real [redacted]. he lied about everything. his past, his parents, his interests. looking back i dont even know what his true personality is. [redacted] suddenly became cold towards (only) me. he was slowly pushing me away. i think he did this to ‘soften the blow’ and try to make things work out like he did in the past. i felt there was something off when he broke up with me but said “i still love you. and i’ll love you forever. our relationship is deeper than romance. we’re intimate on a spiritual level” type shit. CORNY! he then wanted to see me ‘as a friend’ but he would just love bomb me. one night i confronted him about this lovebombing and what he said. somehow he made it seem like i was the crazy one and i should’ve known better?..

the frosting on the sundae was when i opened up to him about my experience with my ex boyfriend cade. i expressed how i was drugged and visibly too high to think properly. i was at my house with my ex boyfriend cade and our mutual friend james. i had a panic attack when the drugs kicked in. instead of helping me, cade and james laughed at me and told me to just stop crying. it was my first time getting high and i didn’t expect to panic the way i did. it was clear that i was too high to think straight, which led to sa. i told this story to [redacted].

to put the cherry on top, before i dated [redacted], we bonded over “similar stories of sexual violence.” after i would disclose a traumatic event that led to ptsd, he said the same thing happened to him with his ex girlfriend. literal propaganda of this girl i didnt even know but he tried to make a barrier so i wouldn’t ever b close to her. making up stories of sexual violence is below rock bottom. that’s like.. psychopathic behavior. since he knew about my trauma with cade, [redacted] knew how *not* to abuse me. instead of being overt about it… he disguised it in his fake personality. he would use coercive ways to try to be intimate with me. at the time, he was my best friend/boyfriend and never wanted to hurt me. i later realized his ex girlfriend he claimed sexually abused her… when i asked [redacted] about it, he would say “how could you think that about me? why would i ever do that? you know me, i’m a good person. it’s all lies; she was my abuser.” i heard what (at the time felt like) rumors about how he was abusive, so i asked [redacted] about it. he got so upset when i tried to ask about it. turns out he r4ped her. he convinced me he was the victim in this relationship. this fucking shattered my soul.

i became friends with [redacted]’s other ex girlfriend. we made amends and i apologized for ever believing [redacted] over her. i explained how he was a constant liar and changed his stories to fit his narrative.

going back to ryan, i avoided his question because in the past, i’ve had people use my trauma against me to get what they want. i was scared of being vulnerable enough to get hurt. i built up this wall so i wouldn’t get close with new people. i tried to avoid that feeling by coping with drugs and casual hookups. i always knew ryan had feelings for me. i told him i had feelings for him (on snapchat), then deleted the app. i was planning on deleting snapchat for a while but this gave me a reason why i should delete it.

months went by, i was finally ready to commit to a relationship. turns out he blocked me on imessage. i missed my opportunity to truly be honest and open with him but i guess he got tired of waiting. i’ll miss him. probably forever.

my apologies if it’s hard to follow, i wrote this in one try and i’m too lazy to proof-read it.