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ellies1luvr · 6 months ago

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dealer!ellie x reader

(head cannons)

based on the song daddy issues by the neighborhood

A/n: Im writing this on my notes app, have never written before but i fear if i don’t write this it will never be written😅 currently going though a situation ship and im very touched starved so that is wear this is coming from‼️

Idc if minors read

please give me feedback even if its not the nicest it is really appreciated!!

TW: erm lesbians, reader having daddy issues, casual by chappell roan mentioned, crying, panic attacks, anxiety, reader sits on ellies lap, weed, lmk if i missed anything!! no use of y/n‼️

Dealer Ellie who met you at a party having panic attack

Dealer Ellie who brought you back to a random couch at the frat party and gave you free weed to calm you down while having a meaningful conversations

Dealer ellie who drove you home and got your phone number

Now anytime you have a panic attack or anything close to one, you call ellie and she comes over with free weed/ holds your hand and comforts you the whole time

“hey pretty girl” “there you go pretty”

when you smoke to much shes there to ground you

“its okay baby i got you, your safe with me”

Soon after you both catch feelings, not telling each other because you don’t want to ruin whats going on.

You call ellie one afternoon asking if she can come over, shes really busy but you dont need to know that and comes over.

you both end up confessing your feelings and make out on the couch, soon you both fall asleep in each others arms

by the end of that night you and ellie are bound by the hip (i think thats how the saying goes?? idk) ellie always with you in someway or some form.

Ellie soon finds out about your attachment issues and fear shes gonna leave you in some way, (hints daddy issues😅) but that fear is soon subsided by ellie and her always with and doting on you

at the beginning of you and ellies relationship, you tried not to get too comfortable but as soon as you do, you are clinging to ellie all the time.

(deals, in classes, restaurants, idk but always touching ellie and ellie always with or touching you in some way)

Getting with ellie didnt stop all your panic attacks or anxiety, when bad panic attacks would happen you would sit on ellies lap with a tv show playing in the background, ellie lighting a blunt, lightly placing it between your lips watching you inhale and exhale

Dealer ellie making that collage dealer bank, would take you shopping all the time.

no matter what your style, hyperfem, on the masculine side, or neither she would spoil the hell out of you.

You and ellie dont have sex untill about a month into the relationship, deciding to take it slow

You and ellie rarely ever got in fights, (you being sensitive also hints daddy issues😅) would cry when ellie raised her voice at you, not trying to be manipulative in the way that anytime you two get in disagreements you cry, but when she would yell, yes.

“ellie that girl was flirting with you i saw it”

“babe no she wasnt”

“ellie please just stop dealing to her”

“babe its my fucking job to deal what do you expect for a dealer in a collage campus not to get hit on?!”

when she heard sniffles her heart immediately dropped realizing that she yelled.

safe to say that girl never got another ounce of weed from ellie again.

i feel like all of ellies past relationships were just “casual” but with you it was very different!

Red wine supernova by chappell roan is definitely her favorite song on rise and fall of a midwest princess (but she relates to casual 😅 the most)

The first time she took you to meet joel you cried bc your dad cut you off once he found out you were gay , and especially not a dad like joel

one time when you amd ellie once woke up early enough to make breakfast before classes, you started a playlist on you phone

Naked in manhattan by chappell roan started playing, you started dancing and ellie soon followed hugging you from behind kissing your neck

Suggestive

at party’s when ellies dealing, you would always be perched on her lap, facing ellie, counting her freckles

Ellie being ellie is horny when shes high, you being you are emotional when high but that doesnt stop yall from having heated moments when both of yall are high.

i feel like ellie would have Lunch by billie eilish playing when shes high and that always leads to a long (fun) night

thanks for reading dykes‼️

#ellie x reader #dealer!ellie #ellie williams #ellie willams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x you #Spotify #mean!ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader fluff

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 7 months ago

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𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺

7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone.

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”.

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood, each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you.

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining.

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return, not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference.

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying…

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously.

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs, “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe…

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky.

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location.

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so, he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well.

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #exoticdancer!bucky #stripper!bucky #sebastian stan #carrot's harvest #Spotify

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octuscle · 11 days ago

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Second Hand

Scott and Hector didn't want to go to this stupid school dance at all. But their parents both insisted. They said it would be an unforgettable event and that they would draw on it for the rest of their lives. They had even both been given money to buy new tuxedos. A crazy 500 dollars each. What weed they could have bought with that! But still, the two of them now needed a tuxedo. “Cheap tuxedo Chicago” Scott googled. The first result was an address with carnival costumes. That didn't seem appropriate. He scrolled a bit. And then came the entry of a second-hand store. He knew the area. There was a guy around the corner who occasionally supplied him with weed to smoke. This had to be a twist of fate. They would spend the $1000 today. And come home with more than two tuxedos. The two congratulated each other on this excellent plan and their luck. Hector donated the last weed he had and the two smoked in joyful anticipation of plenty of supplies.

It was almost a 30-minute bus ride. The area looked bad. Most of the shops were boarded up, rubbish was lying on the streets, and there were wrecked cars at the side of the road. Only the second-hand shop made a well-kept impression. The mannequins looked extremely old-fashioned. But the clothes they were wearing were decorated in such a way that any hipster would have jumped for joy at the retro fashion. Unfortunately, Scott and Hector were not hipsters. They were fashion grouches. They just wanted a cheap tuxedo. Nothing else.

When they entered the shop, an old-fashioned doorbell rang. The shop was empty. Oldies were playing on a radio. Music they knew from their parents. They looked around uncertainly. And then the voice came from offstage. “Bros, what can I do for you?” A young man had appeared out of nowhere. He had a cool mullet, which was back in fashion. Although somehow it looked different on him. Somehow… vintage? Yes, that suited him, like his clothes. Hector's mother had a thing for an actor named Something Fox. Or something like that. He used to have to watch old movies with his mother with this small-framed actor. And the salesman here in the store looked like he had been an extra in one of the movies. “I hope you can help us, dude,” Scott said with a slightly dry voice. ‘We have to go to some stupid ball and we need a tuxedo or whatever that stuff is called. Something cheap!’ The young man asked what ‘cheap’ meant to them. Scott had no idea what to say. He wasn't really into poker or haggling. “We have $100…” ‘Guys, don't worry, we'll find two tuxedos for you!’ the salesman interrupted them. Hector nudged his buddy in the ribs. It was really their lucky day. They had said that they each wanted to spend a maximum of $100. They would never have dared to dream that they would get two tuxedos for that price.

“My name is Michael, by the way,” said the young man. Hector had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud. Michael J. Fox! Exactly! That was the name of his mother's favorite actor. Michael took the two of them to the back of the store. Here suits were hanging on the racks. ‘Guys, I don't have much of a selection when it comes to tuxedos right now.’ He took two suits off the rack. Here, this is the best I can offer you at the moment.” In one hand he held a tuxedo made of cheap polyester, in the other something made of leather or faux leather. Even though the two of them knew little about fashion, it was clear to them that the two tuxedos were mercilessly out of fashion. They must have had rather horrified faces, because Michael replied immediately, ‘And because of the Black Friday stuff, both are available for 80 dollars together’. And with a wink, he added that there was also a bit of weed as a bonus. Scott couldn't help grinning. That sounded like a deal. He grabbed the leather tuxedo and said, “Mine, dude.” Hector acted offended and took the other one. He was quite happy. He thought a leather tuxedo was kind of gay.

Laughter came from Scott's dressing room. “You okay, buddy?” Michael asked. Scott stepped out of the dressing room, wearing only the tuxedo pants. The pants were way too long and flopped around on his skinny pothead legs. Michael grinned and said that maybe they needed to be shortened a bit. He turned up the waistband and asked Scott to turn around. “But your muscular ass looks great in these pants.” ‘My what?’ Scott thought to himself. He turned to the mirror. What he saw was out of this world! The shiny black material stretched around two perfectly shaped ass cheeks. Without warning, Michael reached into his crotch. Scott winced. ‘Dude,’ Michael said. ”Never get dressed without a jockstrap. Otherwise you can see every detail of your beast through the material!” Scott tried to correct the fit of his cock. Yes, you could see everything. His cock wasn't even hard. Not yet. But he would have the same problem with any pair of pants. But hardly any would fit so perfectly. He turned in front of the mirror. The pants fit his narrow waist just as well as his muscular thighs. He hadn't thought he'd find something that fit so well in a thrift store. Michael came back and threw him a jockstrap. Scott reacted a little too late and the jockstrap landed in his face. Shit, where had he left it again? It was still warm and damp from the last workout. Hell yes, he would recognize the smell of his jockstraps anywhere. “Then I'll try the tuxedo top,“ he said

“Hey, Michael, can you help me?” Michael followed right into Hector's dressing room. He couldn't help grinning. Hector looked like a ten-year-old had put on his father's tuxedo. He literally sank into the fabric. “You really don't have anything else? Shit, it doesn't fit at all!” Hector said. Michael walked around Hector, pulled on the fabric a bit and said that it would look different if he wore a real shirt and not his pothead T-shirt underneath. And in terms of length, Hector would need it. He's quite a giant, after all. How tall is he? 6'2"? “It's 6'3", to be honest,“ Hector replied, shooting up at that moment. “Speaking of shirts, will you bring me one?” Scott's bass boomed through the shop. “XXL or XXXL?” Michael asked, kneeling in front of Hector, trying to pin the waistband. “Better bring XXXL,” Scott replied with a laugh. But Michael was distracted. On his knees, Hector's crotch in his face, the smell of sweat and musk from his trousers. He got a hard-on. And so did Hector, obviously. Instead of continuing to fix the trousers, he opened Hector's fly, whose cock popped out like a jack-in-the-box. Michael had Hector's glans in his mouth faster than Hector could see.

On the radio, Night Ranger's “The Secret Of My Success” was playing, from the soundtrack to the new Michael J Fox movie. Michael had trouble swallowing Hector's cock. He often had true stallions as customers, but that was a premium cock. He looked up and saw far above Hector's muscular torso, his face contorted with lust. Michael grasped Hector's firm ass cheeks and shoved his cock all the way into his face. Hector let out a loud moan as he shot his load. A second load hit Michael in the neck. Scott had been looking for his shirts and had watched the two of them jerking off.

Michael was in seventh heaven. He rarely had such horny customers to serve. And both bought brand-new tuxedos with all the trimmings. He had lusted after a hot cock and made almost $1,000 in sales. He could be more than satisfied. Scott and Hector, however, were more than satisfied themselves. They looked at themselves in the mirror. The tuxedos looked hot and fit like a glove. Their hair was perfectly styled, and they were about to make a first-class appearance at the premiere of the new Sylvester Stallone movie, Over the Top. Both had had a small part in one scene and had competed against each other in the background of Sly in an arm-wrestling contest. Of course, they hoped that this would be their breakthrough. If Arnie and Sly made it from the gym to the silver screen, why not them?

They made a few local papers. And there was actually a photo in Variety. Okay, they misspelled Hector's last name and gave Scott's age as 32 instead of 28. But hey! Better wrong publicity than no publicity!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #ai image #age progression #time warp

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weebsinstash · 11 months ago

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the brand new Angel Dust song that just came out has me thinking how absolutely fucked a Reader who is a dancer/musician/singer/producer would be with a yandere Valentino because it really does seem like, coming off of just the general materials and vibes I'm getting, that Valentino also turns his pornstars into sort of miniature celebrities, dare I say, idols even, which would maybe inherently fit the theme of Hazbin Hotel being a musical sort of show at heart. People break out into song, Asmodeus runs a club where music is performed, Angel sings as he strips, Alastor just... as is like just his entire aesthetic and musical number was 🤌, sing about being horny, sing about being addicted, sing about being sad, I dunno there's just an inherent love of music in all of it

I've never really posted about it in detail but I've thought of the ever so elusive MALE READER x Valentino (or transdude/intersex Reader because like, I guess i would, have to, accurately research what having a dick would feel like for smut of that and, I don't know, it's my turn on the gender power fantasy and I say--)

Male Reader who just keeps to himself and waits on Val's table "because you're too stiff, you'll scare off other customers" and one night the Overlord just catches you seemingly alone sweeping floors/cleaning while dancing/singing something, that whole trope where you just don't see him or have your eyes closed and practically do a full musical number until you notice him, just like seating himself in a chair, smoking a cigar, looking at you all smug and horny and thinking of all the different things he could use you (and your holes) for

Absolutely does he exploit weakness and if you don't have a prior addiction, he'll get you one. He'll shotgun something straight into your mouth, mix something into your weed, put a pill in your drink, nudge you towards that alcohol you're trying to stay away from, he'll do it all. He'll get you so fucked up your entire body is buzzing and you're stumbling and you can barely even move and that's when he pounces on you, doing whatever he wants, looking at whatever he wants, touching wherever he wants, and you might not even remember it afterwards and you'll only find out when he shoves his phone full of pictures in your face to mock you

You can't stay closeted/hiding an interest for men around this creep because he'd be secretly feeding you like ecstacy or something that loosens your lips and has you blabbing all your secrets and feelings to him in a horny fucked up haze. The blackmail potential with this dude is IMMENSE. He'd get you fucked up and delirious and film a cell phone shot of you taking his dick and threaten to show it to everyone he wants to unless you do whatever he says (and he's already showing it to people behind your back anyways, but, it's to be gross and coo over how cute and sexy you look taking his loads, stuff like that)

Valentino would take that passion and talent for music that you have and do something gross with it. Oh you're an actor, huh? Good, good, so your reaction will be experienced and authentic when he asks you to bring him a coffee on set and suddenly you're being literally dog-piled on by like 5 ripped hung hellhounds while cameras are rolling :) he thinks he might have an interest in your body, oh, suddenly there's a mandatory employee calendar photoshoot where you he to wear a thong or something skimpy and he can see everything but your genitals (and can tell whatever the situation down there is if you were trying to hide it. Fat ass? Exposed. Secretly a grower/hung? Exposed.)

At the end of the day you're his bottom bitch no matter how big or tough or maybe not even gay you are, because he even has lesbians cuddle up to him for Hot Girl Clout and that shit was on his Instagram. Everything's about him having pretty trophies and nice things and pampering himself while treating others like shit. Yeah, you'll be his little caged pet he obsesses over, but you'll be a very decorated, very well-fed, very financially spoiled little caged pet. If you're gonna get regularly railed by some nasty huge egotistical demon, it might as well come with some sweet perks like a deep bank account and all the luxuries his self-absorbed ass can afford, right?

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere stuff #valentino x reader #sinprompts

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milolovesbmc · 5 months ago

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Thinking about Bowtie Productions Falsettos, and I see no one talking about it, so here's a fun little thing I noticed!!

During March of the Falsettos, the men are wearing baseball uniforms, i think it's interesting how in this specific production, the mens childishness is shown by (their love for) sports. As in, in the bit in MOTF where they're muttering and talking at the very start they're muttering "baseball" and sport related stuff, which I think is a really interesting way of portraying this immaturity.

Anyways, where I'm getting with this is, their baseball (MOTF) uniforms say Falsettos at the front, which I think is really funny, because that means this literally is the march of the Falsettos, they're LITERALLY the Falsettos. In the back, they each have a different number, like you would have in any baseball uniform, and THAT'S what I want to focus on. I think this is really well done because MOTF is all about how Trina views the men, as childish and immature, but also about how she views each of them:

Starting off with the most obvious one, Whizzer's says 69, which wildly known to be the number of/the number that represents sex, this is because Trina views him as lustful, this could tie back to the view/belief that existed at the time around gay men being overly sexual and perverted, but that's a whole other can of worms I could get into some other time.

Marvin's says 01, which very obviously is tied with being the first, the one on the top, the best, basically. This is tied to his need to control everything and everyone, of "wanting it all", he needs to be at the top so that everyone will do as he says.

Moving on, Jason's number is 13. In Judaism, 13 signifies the age at which one becomes a man, due to this being the age at which a Jewish child has his Bar Mitzvah. Obviously, in MOTF, Jason isn't 13 yet, he's somewhere around the age of 10 or 11 years old, and we actually get to see him get Bar Mitzvah'd during the end act 2. This could signify how, even though he's not literally a man yet according to Judaism, Trina views him as one. Jason's portrayed as the most mature of the four men, seeing as he is the only one who isn't singing in Falsetto (in a high voice), this is how Trina thinks of him.

Finally, the one I'm most interested by, Mendel's says 42. Funnily enough, I first thought this was a reference to 420 (since they couldn't put a 3 digit number) and they were somehow implying Mendel smoked weed or something, I don't know why but that was what I first thought of. However, 42 is apparently the number gives as the answer by a supercomputer to “the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.” in a novel by Douglas Adams, making this number signify the answer to the ultimate question (the meaning of the universe, everything, to put it simply). Was this intentional? Most probably not, but I think it's really fascinating that Mendel has this specific number, it could signify how during Trina's song (previous to MOTF) Trina treats marrying Mendel as the thing that'll change her life, the thing that will (supposedly) finally make her happy, she sees (her upcoming marriage with) Mendel as the answer to everything.

#i seriously need to hear everyone's thoughts on this production #please feel free to reblog with your thoughts!!#i have only seen like the one other post about it #I think it deserves sm love!!#Bowtie Productions Whizzer is so so important to me guys #he's the best i love him so much #Falsettos #march of the falsettos #falsettoland #musical theater

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addisonnie · 2 years ago

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you, me, & mary-jane [2]

summary: dealer!ellie becomes something… a little more than just your dealer.

warnings: make-out sesh, cursing, the typical terrible breaking bad reference, gay panic, i think that’s it? also not really all that proofread so sorry for any shitty errors lol

a/n: surprise, once again. yeah that’s right dealer ellie part 2 babies!!!!!!!! writing it isnt enough i need her to top me.

part 1 —> part 3

The sampler, please :)

Texting your plug a smiley face might be a little strange, sure. What’s stranger is wanting your plug to wine and dine you after sharing a joint together.

Okay, so you might be harboring a little crush on Ellie. Who wouldn’t? Especially after spending several hours with her, most of the time being taken up by stolen kisses and lingering touches—oh yeah, and a heavy makeout session. The weed is seemingly the least important part of your interactions thus far, kissing Ellie tops smoking a joint any day.

Kissing Ellie and sharing a joint, however, is not something you’ll ever be opposed to. So, here you are, sitting in your bed texting Ellie to request her services once more.

Come over!

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It’s probably a little embarrassing that you made it to Ellie’s in under six minutes, especially when you consider the fact that her house is at least ten minutes from campus. Yet, there she is, sitting on the front steps of her home happily waiting to usher you inside with a swift kiss to your forehead. She looks good, she always does. Nothing but a black tank top and a pair of stained sweatpants hanging low on her hips, exposing a naked streak of skin you just can’t wait to sink your fingers into.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Her arm is thrown across your shoulders while she drags you through the front door.

“Hi,” you smile softly and lean further into her, wrapping both of your arms around her waist.

“Oh come on,” she drags out the last syllable, “don’t go getting all shy on me now, little miss sampler.”

She’s teasing you. She knows exactly why you’re here and exactly what you want from her, it’s why you requested the sacred sampler, after all.

Ellie drags you over to the small couch and slouches into the cushions immediately, patting her spread legs as an open invitation to sit down. You pinch at her thighs and drag one of her legs up onto the couch to lay down the length of it, then push her backward to rest on the armrest. Once situated, you scramble to lay back against her chest, between her outstretched legs. Your back rests against her front and she immediately moves her arm to drape down the expanse of your torso, fingers resting just above the hem of your leggings.

“Comfy?” She whispers in your ear and presses a kiss to the skin beneath it, “yeah.”

She sits the two of you up for a moment in order to stretch her empty arm off of the couch and onto the coffee table, grabbing the same old mahogany stash box. Her arm grips you tightly as she leans forward to grab it and you bite back a scream when you feel her abs contort against your back. Mental note to lick those later.

“Okay, come back.” She’s leaning back onto the armrest again and holds out both of her arms and makes a grabbing motion with her fingers. You do as she says and lean back into her chest again, running your fingers up and down the arm that is laying over you. The joint between her fingers is quickly held directly in front of your mouth and she waits a minute for you to wrap your lips around the paper before lighting it for you.

Ever the gentlewoman, Ellie is. She consistently gives you the first hit of everything she rolls and lights, because what tastes better than the first rip off a joint? Well, actually, Ellie thinks your lips taste ten times better.

“Give my sampler to anybody else lately?” You pinch at the skin on her arm lightly.

She chuckles behind you and you can feel her chest shaking against your back, “I’m gonna knock you out if you ask that again.”

“That’s pretty fucking violent, don’t you think?” She laughs again, pulling the joint up to her own mouth.

She tugs in the smoke, holds it for a moment, and then exhales, “you’re the only one getting the Ellie treatment. I don’t think Joel would like it very much if I tried to hold a joint to his mouth and then kiss him afterwards.”

It’s your turn to laugh now, “I thought you said you were gay?”

“I am. I also wouldn’t like holding up a joint for Joel—shit, I wouldn’t fucking like to kiss him either. Borderline incest, if you ask me.” She’s got jokes, you’ll give her that.

The arm that’s laying across your body bends in order to run her fingers through your hair a few times. Long fingers grasp a few strands of hair and twirl them around before Ellie drags her hand farther back on your head, gripping a large chunk of hair and pulling.

Yeah, you moaned.

Your head is pulled back into the nook of her shoulder and you’re looking at her upside down, “you—you are the only person I am kissing. The only person I am doing this with. You.”

Message received. She leans her head down to press a wet kiss to your cheek before releasing your hair, fingers rubbing at your scalp to soothe a possible ache.

“Didn’t take you for a hair-pulling enjoyer.” She’s smirking, you may not be able to see her face from where you’re laying, but that girl always has a goddamn smirk plastered across her face.

She passes you the joint again and watches while you turn your body around to face her, quickly placing yourself in her lap, “I may be of that variety.”

You pull the joint to your mouth and suck in the earth-flavored air, maintaining eye-contact with her. The smoke billows out of your mouth and into the air between you and Ellie sighs dramatically.

“Dude. I can’t even sell to you after this. I’m gonna fall in love with you if you keep looking at me like that.” She drags both of her hands down her face and peeks out from between her fingers when she hears you laughing.

“What? I’m so serious, too. That’s the problem. I’m so, so serious.” Your fingers lock around her wrists and place her hands directly on top of your hips, “good. My plan is working!”

She gasps, “plan?! This is all some elaborate ruse to get free weed, isn’t it! Fucking traitor. Trai—tor.” She’s laughing along with you and her fingers dig into the flesh of your hips through her giggles.

You laugh with Ellie. And laugh, and laugh, and laugh. In fact, Ellie is laughing so hard that she can’t seem to hold her head upright anymore, her body dropping until she rests her head on your chest and continues to shake through her girlish laughter.

She finally pulls away as she feels one of your hands glide through her hair, “dickhead.”

A smile spreads across your face while you look at the girl below you, her eyelids are drooping to cover the redness swirling in her eyes. Her lips are slightly parted and her tongue continuously jets out to swipe across her bottom lip, the hair on her head is unruly and several strands are sticking in awkward directions due to the wake of your fingers. Ever the wet-dream.

She enjoys this, watching you watch her. Hands squeeze at your hips and draw a gasp from you, pulling you from the daydream. Ellie moves one of her hands to cup your jaw and quickly uses it as leverage to pull you in for a deep kiss. Her mouth slots against yours and she moans into your mouth when you move your hips to be closer to her body.

One hand grips your hip like a vice, squeezing and pulling at the soft flesh. You’ll have to give her a firm smack upside the head for that one later, because, hello, bruises are a thing!

She swipes her tongue against your lip and you deny her the pleasure of a tongue-kiss, just to see how the already fired-up girl would react. And fired-up did she get. With her mouth still on yours, she removes her hand from your face and trails her fingers down your arm, snatching the joint from your fingers and flicking it onto the coffee table. Now she’s got both of her hands on you, and she takes this as an opportunity to start leaning forward onto the couch until your back is flat against the cushions. Your legs are wrapped around Ellie’s waist and her knee begins to rut into your clothed clit over and over again. A whimper bubbles from your lips and Ellie uses the opportunity to slip her tongue straight into your mouth, immediately twirling around yours.

Her fingers dig into the couch above your head while she grinds her knee into you again, and her head just about explodes at the borderline pornographic moan that slides from your mouth and into hers. Ellie drinks in those sounds like a woman starved and decides then and there that she’ll do anything to keep drawing those sweet noises from you.

A soft knock on the front door slides in one of your ears and out the other, much too focused on the sound of Ellie’s heavy breathing and soft moans.

There it is again, louder this time. Ellie pulls away and grunts, “my fucking god. What great timing you assholes have.”

She’s sitting up on her knees in between your legs and the sight of her makes you ponder over whether you want to moan or laugh. Strands of hair are sticking straight up from her head, her lips are swollen and covered in red-tinted chapstick, —how did she manage to get it on her nose— and one strap of her tank top is drooping off the side of her shoulder.

Yeah, you think you’ll moan.

“I’ll be back.” She leans forward and presses one, two, three kisses to your puffy lips and sighs when she catches sight of her hair in the tv’s reflection. Ellie stands up to quickly fix her unruly hair and attempt to scrub the chapstick from her mouth—to no avail. The locks quickly snap open and she pulls the door inward to see which asshole had to ruin her “sample session.”

A blonde girl stands in the doorway and Ellie’s eyes narrow in on her, “what?”

The girl outside smiles, “I heard you sell. Thought I’d swing by and pick up.” Ellie scoffs, really bitch?

You peak your head up from the couch to see who was at the door, immediately scowling when your eyes land on a woman. Not. Fucking. Happening.

Your legs are dragging you up from the couch and over to Ellie before you can even fully comprehend what’s going on. When you make it to Ellie, you nudge your head under her arm and immediately wrap your arms around her middle section, covering up that delicious slice of naked skin. A kiss is quickly pressed to Ellie’s jaw while you stare down the audacious bitch in the doorway—sorry. Ellie’s arm moves to wrap around your back and she scoffs at the girl, “yeah, well, you can’t just show up. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t sell what you’re buying.”

Ellie closes the door and you are immediately laughing, “oh my god! You Skylar-Whited her! Boom bitch!”

She chuckles and wraps her arms tight around you, kissing your head and then resting her chin in the same spot, “that bitch had it coming. Massive cockblock.”

“You don’t have a—“

She smirks, “not one that’s attached to me, at least.”

Oh Jesus fucking Christ. She’ll be the death of you.

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It’s been six hours and you still haven’t felt the urge to leave Ellie’s house and make the trek back to your dorm. Why would you? Free weed, hot girl.

Within the span of six hours the two of you somehow moved from the couch to Ellie’s bed. She’s laying on her back while you lay on your side next to her, head laying in that beloved spot between her neck and shoulder. Her fingertips walk the length of your back below your shirt (it’s Ellie’s, actually. Never giving that flannel back, ever.) and leave goosebumps in their wake. Some shitty sci-fi movie is playing on her small tv and Ellie is way more interested in it than you thought she’d be when she suggested “throwing on something random for background noise.”

You lean up and press a kiss to the underside of her jaw, “hey.”

She turns her head to face you, “hey there.”

You can really take in her beauty from this angle. Every little blemish, freckle, line, and wrinkle can be seen from this viewpoint and there is truly no better view in the universe. Ellie Williams is, in fact, the eighth wonder of the world.

“I—um. I like you. Not just because of the weed.”

She stops running her fingers along your back and for a moment you’re thinking oh shit—this is the end. All is deemed well once Ellie moves her hand to your side and rests it there after giving you a few gentle squeezes.

And then she’s looking at you, like really, really looking at you. Fuck. You haven’t tweezed the mustache in a while. Or plucked your eyebrows. Did you brush your teeth today?

“I like you too. And not just because of the weed, either. You’re running me dry and I still like you.”

“Hey—! I am not running you dry!”

“Uh, yeah. You kinda are! But like I said, I let it slide because I like you—really like you.” She smiles softly and leans her head closer to yours,

“Like…want me to be your girlfriend ‘like?’ Or want to have sex and smoke with me ‘like?’” Ellie laughs and presses her forehead into yours, “both at the same time.”

Girlfriend. That has a good ring to it. Dealer-girlfriend. That sounds pretty damn cool too.

“You and me, baby. Well, you, me, and mary-jane I guess.” Baby. You could get used to that.

You laugh into her neck, “like a throuple!”

“Yeah, like a throuple. Except mary-jane isn’t allowed to have sex with you. That’s my thing.” She tickles your sides and laughs while you squirm,

“You are such a fucking dork!” Her fingers press harder into your sides and have you flailing miserably to attempt and get her off of you. Ellie doesn’t want to let go, she could listen to that laugh on replay for thousands of years. She could listen to any sound you make for any long period of time, now that she thinks of it.

Her fingers come to a halt and she presses multiple kisses all over your face, quickly rolling over to be on top of you for the second time today, “spend the night?”

Absolutely. This girl—your girl—is sorely mistaken if she ever thinks you’ll leave her side again.

#ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #tlou #tlou2 #slay

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nobody-nexus · 10 months ago

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What Your Fav TADC Ship Says About You

(Note: This is NOT to be taken seriously. It's just me having fun, so please respect that ^^ Also I'll be giving a 1 to 10 rating on how much I personally like the ship cause why not?)

Caine/Moon - You love The Addams Family and/or Who Framed Roger Rabbit AND the ship of tall pretty lady and short goofy man (10/10)

Caine/Pomni - You love the inherent romanticism of NO awareness at all times x too MUCH awareness at all times (8/10)

Caine/Jax - I dunno WHAT you're into, but it's the straightest gay thing I've ever seen (2/10)

Caine/Kinger - You love old man yoai but oddly enough in the most wholesome way possible (6/10)

Caine/Gangle - You're a rare bunch, but you took that ONE fact about Gangle drawing Caine a lot and ran with it (5/10)

Pomni/Ragatha - You're either pro-yuri to the MAX or you like two people so mentally ill it goes right back around into being healthy (10/10)

Pomni/Jax - You are either very comfortably heterosexual, into height difference relationships, or both (8/10)

Pomni/Gangle - You fully believe in the inherent romanticism of fucking sobbing together (9/10)

Pomni/Zooble - You either can't decide on Pomni's sexuality and wanted to still ship her with someone from the shore or you just want them to smoke weed together (9/10)

Ragatha/Jax - Be honest for a moment here, you very much want to bang at LEAST one of these two, if not both of them (0/10)

Ragatha/Gangle - Calling you out to say that hurt/comfort IS YOUR COMFORT (that and/or you like their ship name) (9/10)

Ragatha/Zooble - Another rare site, but you are SO MUCH in love with that one meme that goes "Someone will die" "Of fun" (1/10)

Jax/Gangle - You were told at least ONE TIME by your mom that the kid that was bullying you at school secretly liked you (1/10)

Jax/Zooble - You believe in the inherent romanticism of hating each other SO much that it turns into making out and sharing a cigarette (10/10)

Jax/Bubble - You are a fucking MEME LORD and you aren't even TRYING to hide that fact because YOU KNOW YOU ARE (10/10 meme wise, 1/10 genuine ship wise)

Gangle/Zooble - You're very much into weeb x goth aesthetic pictures most likely found on pinterest (7/10)

Kinger/Queenie - You either only ship canon or you just love what they can be in canon and can't wait to learn more (5/10)

Kaufmo/Pomni - You have at least one AU where Kaufmo isn't abstracted and he actually interacts with Pomni (2/10)

Kaufmo/Jax - You're just in it for the meme potential filled with the most 'no homo guys' jokes (1/10)

Kaufmo/Gangle - I swear y'all hide in the wild SOMEWHERE- I'VE SEEN YOU (1/10)

Moon/Sun - You like Steven Universe (6/10)

Pomni/Ragatha/Jax - You either want to be Pomni, or you can't decide on which ship you like more (2/10)

Pomni/Ragatha/Gangle - You believe in THE yuri of all time (9/10)

Hope you like all of these

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m45wood · 5 months ago

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I could be dead by tomorrow

Ushijima Wakatoshi x FtM Reader

Summary: You, the schools stoner, find yourself having a crush on the ace of your schools volleyball team. WC: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of weed, Cussing, Reader is a self insert, Trans Reader, Neglectful Parents on Readers side, Smoking, Gay, Supportive Parents with Ushijima. A/N: Very based. My writing, as of now, has a pattern but trust i don’t write the same thing 20x🙏 Title based off of Sonder lyrics. [Too Fast] **NOT PROOFREAD**

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To be honest it had been such a simple crush. I mean who wouldn’t find the ace of your own schools volleyball team a little attractive. All the games you saw of them and he was always there scoring points. Unstoppable. A powerful force that should be reckoned with. But let’s be honest, what hope did you have?

You brushed it off and went on with your day. Usual stuff school and home. School and then home. school and then home. The usual schedule. You weren’t a very skilled individual. You weren’t a bad student but you just flew right through everyone’s radar. You smoked here and then but you never got caught. It was more to just help ease off stress or stop insomnia. No club. You didn’t want to have to do anything extra if you didn’t have to and you really stuck by that. You just wanted to graduate high school and then you’ll figure out what you want to do. Now you just want to finish your calculus homework and smoke a little bit of weed.

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The school day had just ended. [Y/N] is walking behind the school. He usually takes this path to his home because it’s quicker and leads straight to his bedroom window. There’s only one problem to the path. The back of the school is also where athletes do their practice at times so if he goes onto the path there is a small percentage of running into one of the athletes practice. [Y/N] took that chance. He always did. It was either that or sweating in his school uniform. And he was not about to start sweating in his school uniform. And just in his favor, not really, he was met face to face with one of their athletes.

“Face to face” wouldn’t be the term, rather ‘pec-to-face’. “I’m so sorry” [Y/N] starts profusely apologizing, bowing at an 45° angle. “It’s alright” the deep husky voice says. [Y/N] straightens his back out. He studies the males face. Brown hair, currently dripping in sweat. Lightly tinted skin, as of now covered in red with sweat. Almost as if he were a siren, [Y/N] is hypnotized by his features leaning towards him almost leaning in for a kiss. “Excuse me” the deep voice abruptly stops [Y/N] current actions. “I apologize once again” [Y/N] says bowing once again, this time out of embarrassment. He goes around the towering figure continuing on his path swiftly out of embarrassment. He finally gets to his bedroom window opens it and jumps in. “What the fuck” [Y/N] thinks to himself.

He had never ran so fast to his home. He was coughing so hard he almost regretted all the smoking he had done. “God damn” He leans against his dresser. His backpack was slammed against his door and he chucked his bag through the window. “Ma I’m home!” He yells from the ground.

“I heard you!” She says back. He chuckles to himself before throwing his shoes into his closet.

“What’s for dinner today?” He says walking towards the kitchenette.

“I’m not sure yet” His mom says cigarette in hand.

He stares at her figure. His mom had never been the best mom. She was here physically. Never emotionally or financially . She was sitting on the couch watching the television.

[Y/N] grabbed a cup of water and chugged it. “I’m going out” he grabs his jacket from his room before turning back around out of the house.

“Don’t forget to go stop by the convenience store” His mother yells at him before he slams the door shut.

Hood up on his jacket, [Y/N] walks with no destination in mind. He mostly just wanted to get out of the house for a smoke. Which he was doing. He had brought his slippers instead of shoes and he was regretting it because he usually dropped ash on his shoe, now it was hitting his bare foot. “Fuck,” He says as some of the ash he flicked off was still a bit lit hit his skin. “God damn it” He rubs off the ash with his sleeve dirtying it even more than it is now.

“You could just wash it off with water” A deep voice says catching [Y/N] off guard. It was the same athlete from earlier. It looked like he was just trying to buy a drink.

“Thanks” [Y/N] says eyeing the athlete. He was tall. 6’2. Brown hair. Brown-olive colored eyes. Muscular build. He definitely looked like an ace of a powerhouse school. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Why would I?”

He had a point. I doubt he even knew who i was before i ran into him. I bet he wouldn’t even have thought twice about me if i hadn’t ran into him almost cinematically. He finally grabs his drink from the machine and sits down on one of the benches. Sweat still lightly trickled down his face and neck. His towel still soaked from rigorous exercise hung on his bag drying. He switched between sipping out of the bottle to resting the bottle on his forehead. [Y/N] realized his staring and looked over to the concrete wall to his other side. Not very interesting to say the least. He sighs and just leans his head against the wall behind him closing his eyes.

“Name?”

“[Y/N]. I know who you are.”

“Hmm…Age?”

“Same as you”

“Sorry”

“It’s okay”

[Y/N] opens his eyes to see the athlete staring at his feet. [Y/N] gets up and wipes the sweat off of his face. “It bothered me” He unzips the jacket after realizing just how wet the sleeve would become. “Here you can use it yourself if that made you uncomfortable”

He nods.

“Okay”

[Y/N] lightly dried off the sweat from his head. He asked before moving towards his neck.

“If you need it any where else you can use it as well” He said just passing the jacket towards him.

“Thanks”

“No problem”

He sat next to him this time in the bench.

“[Y/N]…”

He turned to look at the other male.

“Do you like school?”

“Does anyone like school?”

“Some people do”

“I mean…I wouldn’t say I hate it”

“Then why do you smoke?”

That’s what this had been about. Just curiosity.

He was not into you that’s crazy to think about. That’s just crazy he would never. He would have never and i mean never ever looked my way.

[Y/N] shrugged.

“Takes the stress off of school and life”

“What kinds of stress?”

“Any”

“We have different definitions of stress. What stresses you out?”

“School work. Needing to do enough just to get by. Work. My mom does nothing and my dad left when I was young. Hiding my habits and concerning emails from teachers from my mom.”

“That’s way different to mine”

[Y/N] chuckles. It felt nice to laugh.

“Yeah I guess so. How about you?”

“Me? I just worry about nationals”

“Is it soon?”

He nods.

“We have to win one more match and then we’re guaranteed a spot”

“Don’t we make it every year?”

[Y/N] had never remembered their team losing. They always went to nationals. And won. So why would this stress him out?

“Yes. Still you never know what can happen on that court”

He looked serious. It was almost terrifying.

“Scaring me a bit there Ushi”

The silence was deafening.

“I’m so sorry”

“No it’s okay”

[Y/N] didn’t know why he was still even sitting there next to him. What if someone saw them? What would they think? He stomps out his cigarette before rubbing his hands against his pants.

“Okay well i’m going to go” Y/N says rocking on his feet.

“Hey wait”

[Y/N] turned around to face the male.

“You should come to our game.”

—

[Y/N] was stunned to say the least. The ace of their volleyball team had asked him to go to their game. Who is he to say no? So now [Y/N] was stuck. Well not stuck. He could leave anytime he wants to. But he didn’t want to. He stayed. And watched. He was in up in the stadium. Ushijima looked up to search for [Y/N] during their little warm up. He spotted him in the back. He looked out of place but Ushijima felt his heart swell with happiness. He then focused back on the game at hand.

As the match Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno began more people became swarming in. Because of this [Y/N] had decided to move down to the court. He still wanted a good view but he hated the people surrounding him. He would rather a news reporter than a teenage girl. Trust him. Their screams were deadly. [Y/N] had also sobered up for the match. He wanted to be able to recall this game.

[Y/N] was mesmerized. He knew Ushijima was good. But he never knew just how good he was. And here he was showing off with all his glory. It had [Y/N] stomach do turns. If he hadn’t called before he definitely had now. It was hard not to. [Y/N] knew he was gay. He just didn’t know who else was gay. And he struggled with that profusely so he usually didn’t try with anyone. He especially knew, though, that Ushijima did not look like the gay type. [Y/N] left the game sad to say the least.

Well sad is a strong word. Upset. Mild distress. Empathetic. They had lost. Everyone was surprised. Even the winners. It was a big shocker to everyone. Even down to the announcers. [Y/N] met Ushijima’s eyes. He smiled. He had never seen him smile before. If he hadn’t needed to throw up earlier he sure did now.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Great game out there”

“Thanks”

A red haired male came up to you. And i mean red. Bright red. Dyed red. He comes up to you wide-eyed looking between you and Ushijima.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Tendou asks turning to Ushijima.

“Tendou this is [Y/N] a friend. [Y/N] this is Tendou my teammate” Tendou glares at Ushijima before reaching his hand out.

“Nice to meet you [Y/N]”

“Nice to meet you too”

—

“When’s the wedding?” Tendou was known to tease the two of you. It didn’t help your case at all.

If it hadn’t been obvious you had a crush on Ushijima. Always had. You guys had been friends in elementary school. Then you transitioned. You don’t think he remembers. He hasn’t said anything about it. He also treats you like as if he doesn’t know you. You didn’t have the courage to tell him either. It was just odd. It didn’t feel like it was needed to be said and you were scared on how he might react.

Ushijima never seemed to catch on. In his defense he is a very forgetful person. Not that forgetful but he also doesn’t catch onto cues. Especially Tendous teasing. He just always explained how you two have a platonic relationship. Behind doors? When you weren’t there? He agreed. He liked you back. No matter how clueless you think he is he finds ways to surprise you. He was clueless in the sense he never caught on to your feelings. But he knew who you were. He always knew. He didn’t mind. Whatever mind he’s friend happy. He was a simple man. He was just finding the courage to finally confess to you because he hates having to hide this from you. He’s not one to hide things from you. He’s very upfront about everything. You keep having to remind him you politely don’t care/don’t need to know that.

Tendou fed up with your awkwardness and Ushijimas blatant idiocy, told on both of you. To each other.

“He likes you back”

Those simple words from Tendou mouth made you both want to punch yourself in the face. Tendou had told Ushijima this morning while he told you during lunch.

“What?”

“Yup”

“No”

“Yes”

Tendous cheshire like smile spread across his face making you second guess his words.

“You better not be playing with me”

“I would never”

You glare at him.

“Well fuck what do I do?”

“Confess. Kiss him. I don’t know”

You send him another glare that has him bugging off.

“[Y/N]? Can we have a moment?” Ushijima asks looking at Tendou to leave.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” He squeezes your shoulder. ‘Good luck’ he mouths.

“Hey”

He just eyes you.

You slowly get up from the bench.

“I like you”

“Straight to the point okay-“

He cuts you off. ”I’ve liked you since we were 5 years old playing in the sand box. And i still like you now even if we aren’t 5 years old playing in a sandbox or rather we are now surviving high schools awkward years. And i want to be able to say that i confessed to my crush. I want to at least leave high school knowing i haven’t been a coward hiding away from my feelings” He pulls out two smalls flowers from behind him. They look comically small in his hands.

“Ushi…You’re so stupid” He was sweating. What do you mean? He’s nervous. What is this? His chest is tightening. His eyes feel like they’re about to cry.

“You’re ,basically in my eyes, the best volleyball player ever. How could i not fall for you?” You say.

“Huh” He was shocked. Happy. But surprised. He was sure you were about to just reject him. He swears his heart just broke.

“I like you too”

He smiles. He giggles.

It was such a shock.

You giggle with him. He pulls you into a hug.

“Thank You”

“Thank You, Ushi”

——

“Finally!” Tendou yells. You three were now walking to the locker rooms. “I swear if i hadn’t said anything nothing would’ve happened” Tendou says bragging opening the locker room’s door.

“I’ll wait in the gym” You say.

On certain days you would stay during practice. The team had come to know you with time. You being friends, now boyfriends but they’ll find out in time, with their captain who rarely has friends outside the team was a nice surprise. They all adored you. You sometimes hid other times blatantly walked in. Depending on which coach is training the athletes. Today [Y/N] was sneaking in. Which he usually did and was *not so* surprisingly good at. He leapt into the window. All the practice with his own window helped him out. He successfully made it in hidden by some nets. He got himself out of the nets and was now behind the bleachers. Out of breath from the climbing he had to do he laid on the floor. Dirty but he couldn’t care less.

“[Y/N], what are you doing?” Ushijima comes up to you and sees you laying.

“Oh hey sorry. Jumped through the window” You say sitting up pointing towards the window.

“You and jumping through windows i swear” He says. You smile at him. “Come” He gives you his hand.

“Thank you” You say teasing him slightly.

“Oi Ushijima!” Tendou yells at him from the other side of the gym finally seeing. “Oh [Y/N] here. Guys!”

“Tendou,” He nods towards the team. You glance at your boyfriend.

“We telling them?” You ask softly.

He hums.

Your grip on his hand loosens. He tightens it and smiles again you reassuringly.

You smile back up at him before a voice draws your attention.

“Just say it don’t do it” Tendou says with a grossed out face. The team confused look at him and then over to the two of you.

Holding hands. With such loving eyes.

“WHAT””HUH””AHHH””¥6000 less richer”

“Did you guys make bets?” You ask.

They all nod.

“Oh my…”

“Yes. We’re dating” Ushijima says.

They all look at him. He looks very tense.

“Loosen up” You say to him. He looks back at you.

He softly nods. He goes down to hug you. With no other option you hug him back hoping his teammates leave you two alone.

Before you know it they all surround you. Bombarding you two in questions.

——

Before you told the team let alone Tendou you had gone a few dates.

They were awkward but sweet. Ushijima did not know when you were flirting with him. You finally realized that he wasn’t rude he was just very confused. It was endearing. He was always a gentlemen. Held the door for you. Refused to let you pay. His family was well off so it only made sense. He wasn’t controlling. He knew that if you didn’t want to be with him you would most likely leave. He knew you. You’re not the type to be with someone you don’t like. He likes that about you. He liked many things about you.

He was falling for you. Absolutely falling. Face first and everything. You think he’d be against your smoking and he was. But he understood at the same time. He didn’t like the fact you smoked but he didn’t mind the fact you smoked. You weren’t a heavy smoker. You never smoked around him. It’s the one thing that has been brought up many times. It was the one thing people thought you two would break up over.

To be honest it hasn’t been a problem in your relationship. It’s something that’s apart of you and he knows that. He loves you too. He was obsessed with everything about you. Being the son of such a prominent figure you think his parents would be mad at him dating a boy, a trans boy at that, who is seen as a ‘delinquent’ at school. They weren’t. They knew their son. So they gave you a chance. And they were happily surprised. You’re a well-mannered kid. You had flipped a switch on your cussing but nothing about you changed changed. You were still you. He liked that. So did his parents.

——

You both had been through a lot. Graduated high school. Ushijima went pro. You?

You had first found yourself at college. What for? Nothing you just kind of explored. You found yourself in strange situations. House fire, mental institution, hotels, motels, random jazz bars. Then one of your friends called you with a job opportunity. You took it. You were barely getting by. You secured the position. Honestly you might’ve lied on your resume, you totally did, but you did good. It was a great job for you. You worked hard. You were a good worker if you tried. It’s just you rarely tried. Only when you wanted to. which was rarely. At least as a teen. Moving out of your teens your destined to have some sort of future. Ushijima did that.

Ushijima and you had gone long distance as you both figured out your fitting in the world. Ushijima was focusing on his volleyball career while you figured out what to do. Once you had gotten your position at your new Architect job. Architect makes it sound fancy but rather you helped out the architects. Within the years you found yourself going up the ranks swiftly.

You and Ushijima called regularly. “Ushi! Guess what?”

“Hmm”

“I got promoted!”

“That’s great!” He says as enthusiastically as he can.

“This means they’ll send me to go study! I’ll be getting my Architect degree with them finally” You said basically screaming at your phone.

“That’s amazing, my dear”

“How’s everything over there? Are you doing okay?” You ask noting his tired voice.

“Everything here is great. Tired is all. Lots of training.” He says.

“Tell me about you baby. I miss you” He says.

“Okay”

——

Ushijima went pro. You became and Architect. To say you both were a model couple is an understatement. A volleyball player and an architect? You guys were the couple. You guys had gotten married after you graduated. It was a peaceful wedding. You both now lived together in your small apartment. You had your own business. Ushijima helped you with anything you needed. You did the same for him. Ushijima if he ever heard of a friend needing work on something he would recommend you. This man carried your business cards with him everywhere. He always seemed to have them. If you ever found a potential client at an event where you don’t have any cards on you just call your husband and he’ll hand them each a card at that.

He was so proud to be your husband. He forget he’s a famous volleyball player. While getting interviewed he will interrupt the host to ask them “You know my husband [Y/N]? You should have him come on here. Have you had him on here yet?”. Of course you do it back. Always posting links to his interviews, photo shoots, tickets to games, etc. Your social media was full of him. If someone were to know you just off of your persona online it’d be hard to ignore your boyfriend. He was everywhere.

You even found yourself tattooing his high school number onto you. You thought it was cute and had such a simple meaning yet it made Ushijima ball his eyes out. He loved it. You of course discussed this beforehand. You didn’t want to overwhelm with anything if it made him uncomfortable. He ended up getting your initials tattooed onto him. It’s on his chest. Small font. You trace it whenever you two are cuddling. It’s noticeable but he didn’t get into much trouble. It’s easy to hide.

A/N: This is part one! Idk what i’ll do with this but i want to see what i can do!! I’m excited to see what i do with this:) Also i played music and just wrote so sorry if it’s all messy.

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