#c’mon look at those chubby lil cheeks

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

I don’t know why but it’s so funny to me that baby boy threw a bunch of safety pins on his vest. Like he ran out of actual band pins but was still like “no, it’s not metal enough, it needs something more” and the best he could do was raid his mama’s blue cookie tin of sewing supplies. Cracks me up.

[shawtuzi]

“My position couldn’t stop, You were hittin’ it”

a/n: this is my most favorite thing i have ever written and was super self indulgent but i hope y’all love it just as much as i do <333

this is 18+ cw warning include: basketball player!eren, black coded reader, chubby reader, a good amount of fluff, SMUT!!!, unprotected sex, slight mean dom!eren but mostly service dom, oral both receiving, eren jerks himself off while he fucks readers throat, body praise, rough sex, slight manhandling, size kink, squirting, eren is wearing a chain in this (yes i believe that deserves a warning)///wc: 4.8k

One of the best parts of dating Eren was he had his own room. You don’t know how or know why but never complain because it does come with some pretty good perks. The biggest one being all the alone time you could possibly have.

“C’mon baby pleaseee” Eren whined flopping on the bed dramatically, “it’ll only be for an hour or two and I really want you to watch me play” he pouted resting his head on your soft stomach. “I don’t know Eren, it's really hot out and you know I just got my hair done” you spoke softly running your freshly manicured nails through his hair. For the past twenty minutes Eren had been bugging you to go to the park by your campus to watch him play basketball, but the insufferable heat the past week had you feeling skeptical.

“Baby the humidity is way down today it won’t be as bad…c’mon don’t you wanna be my lil cheerleader” he pouted once more giving you those oh so hard to resist puppy dog eyes. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling trying to avoid his hard stare on you. Suddenly you felt a weight drop on you nearly knocking all the breath out of your lungs. “Please Y/N pleaseee I want you to be there. I’ll even stop by that boba place you like so much before we go, yeah?” Eren pleaded, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Fine, fine! Now get off me you weigh a ton” you giggled attempting to push the 6’7 man off your body. Eren was up in a flash soon pulling your body off the bed with ease, “you’re the best” he smiled cupping your cheeks in his massive hands before planting a big sloppy kiss on your lips.

“I know I know lemme get dressed real quick” you giggled rummaging through the bag of clothes you leave there until you finally settled on a white tank top with Eren’s gray Nike shorts and the fuzzy slides you showed up in to show off your freshly painted white toes. “You ready love?” you asked, securing your hair up with a clip. “You look good” Eren whispered, wrapping his arms around your smaller form pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Even though I’ve been looking for these damn shorts for days” he chuckled pinching your side. You rolled your eyes shoving his body off you, “you don’t need to be wearing these shorts around anybody you can see your dick clear as day through them!”

Eren gasped, bringing his hand to his chest, “well if that’s the case I should steal your shirt! Your boobs are damn near about to pop out” he huffed pulling your tank top up to cover your cleavage. You rolled your eyes once more before slinging your purse over your shoulder, “you wanted a thick woman this is what you asked for baby” you giggled making a smirk grace Eren’s face. “Yeah you’re right and I couldn’t ask for a better woman. Now let’s get going, we're burning daylight.” Before the two of you could even make it out of the building you were begging Eren for a piggyback ride which he of course couldn't say no to. Eren set you down when you two made it to his car and raced to your side to open the door for you, “m’lady” he said with a cheeky smile. “Why thank you kind sir” you smiled back giving his cheek a small peck.

As promised Eren stopped to buy you some boba tea insisting he didn’t want any even though he was steady drinking all of it on the way to the park. “You were right it is beautiful out” you sighed dreamily breathing in the fresh air. “I would never lie to my lady. My beautiful, smart, sexy lady” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around you. As you got closer you could see Connie, Armin, and Reiner playing basketball while Mikasa and Annie were sitting on a bench nearby talking. “About time you two got here” Connie shouted, throwing the ball Eren’s way. You gasped, avoiding the hit from the ball in Eren’s side but of course Eren caught it giving you a teasing smile “scaredy cat.”

“Shut up and go play” you grumbled walking away but Eren stayed in his place his brows furrowed, “no kiss?” You tried hiding your smile as you walked back over getting on the tips of your toes to try and give him a kiss but it was no use he was just too fucking tall. “Erennn c’mon help me out here” you whined and finally after a few more failed attempts he met you halfway giving you a sweet kiss. “You ready to get your ass beat Jaeger?” Reiner asked with a devious smile on his face. Eren scoffed joining the rest of them on the court, “you kidding me? With my girl here to cheer me on I’m fucking invicible!” he shouted the last part making your cheeks heat up. He was too damn cute for his own good.

While the boys played you spent the time talking to Annie and Mikasa losing your train of thought every once in a while when you caught a glance of Eren playing. He looked so good it was criminal and it didn’t make things better when he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt constantly. “So how are things with you two?” Annie asked, poking your side. A small smile made its way to your face when you thought about the memories you and Eren have made together. Ever since that night the two of you had become inseparable, your relationship with Jean now a distant thought. “It’s been perfect…he’s perfect. He makes me so happy and makes me feel so beautiful” you spoke softly, your smile growing wider seeing how concentrated Eren was on the game. “And the sex?” Mikasa giggled the question, making heat rise to your cheeks.

Sex with Eren was something unworldly to keep it simple. He could either be slow and sensual or fuck you till you’re shaking and begging him for a break. Either way it was the best sex of your life. “Let’s just say I haven’t been able to properly walk since I’ve gotten with him” you laughed covering your face with your hands. “Look at you our little sex addict” Annie squealed wrapping her arm around you pulling you close. “Let’s change the subject before one of them hears” you whispered, trying not to think of all the things you and Eren are gonna do once you leave. His sex drive increases tenfold after a win and his stamina….chile.

“That’s game we win!” Eren cheered, running over to you and picking you up with ease, “see baby you’re my good luck charm” he smiled pressing multiple kisses all over your face. “Only because you’re a fucking giant” Connie hissed shooting the ball into the basket. Eren rolled his eyes, setting you down gently, “yeah yeah whatever we’ll see you guys later” he chuckled dapping them up before starting your guys’ walk back to the car. When you approached the car Eren turned your body towards his pushing you gently against the passenger door, “see ma that wasn’t so bad” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You tugged on the waistband of his shorts pulling him closer, “yeah you were right it was pretty fun, but it was kinda hard to concentrate when you were showing your abs every 5 minutes” you giggled trailing your fingers down his hard chest.

Feeling the ridges of his abs had your thighs clenching and it didn’t go unnoticed by Eren. “I was a little sweatier than usual, sue me” he chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to grip your chin softly, “now give me my victory kiss.” Instead of giving a snappy remark you gave into his wishes giving him a sweet kiss. Eren groaned into the kiss pushing his body harder against yours, his hard on becoming more prominent by the minute. “Eren not right here” you whispered breathlessly trying to put some kind of distance between the two of you. “Fine… but when we get back to my dorm I’m gonna pound your pussy till you’re crying” Eren moved you aside and opened the door for you chuckling when he saw your shocked face. Even after a couple of weeks of being together his foul mouth never failed to shock you and he loved it. “You’re disgusting” you mumbled gasping when you felt a harsh smack on your ass. “I hate when you do that” you hissed rubbing your stinging behind before plopping into the passenger seat. “You love it now, buckle up gorgeous.”

The ride back to campus was eerily quiet besides the radio playing quietly and you decided to have a little fun with Eren before he manhandled into multiple positions till you fainted. You set your hand on his painfully hard dick squeezing softy earning a groan from Eren, “fuck are you doing?” he growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh nothin’” you smiled, rubbing his cock slowly over his shorts. You felt his dick twitch and it had your mouth watering the need to put it in your mouth growing stronger by the second. “Baby please we’re just- fuck five minutes away don’t do this to me” he groaned bucking his hips up. Eren wanted more than anything to fuck your mouth in that moment but he didn’t trust himself enough to multitask between the two. “I’m telling you Y/N you better knock that shit off” but his requests were falling on deaf ears.

Unfortunately for Eren your teasing didn’t stop until he parked in front of the dorm building and unfortunately for you Eren was at his limit. He gripped your chin roughly sending you an icy glare, “you think that shit was funny huh?” the confidence you once had crushed once you saw the look in his eye. “No…m’sorry babe” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs together. Eren let out a long sigh through his nose before gaining his composure, “how sorry are you?” his grip on your chin tightened causing your lips to pucker. “Really really sorry Eren” you whimpered, feeling incredibly small under his hard stare. “Yeah we’ll see how sorry you really are. Get out of the car.”

The walk back to Eren’s room was silent and you should’ve been nervous for what he had in store for you but you couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through your veins. “That wasn’t very nice of you to do back there Y/N” Eren said, finally breaking the silence. “I-I know but-” “Let me finish baby” he abruptly cut you off, shutting the door behind him once you two entered his room. “You see how fucking hard I am now?” he growled gripping his dick over his shorts, “god and I feel so full too looks like you’re gonna be putting in a lot of work tonight aren’t you baby?” he smiled wickedly walking closer to you like a wolf ready to pounce on a lamb. You whimpered giving him a small nod but that wasn’t enough for Eren. “C’mon ma need you to use your words for me. You gonna suck my dick till you’re a drooling mess? Gonna let me fuck those pretty thick thighs hm? Or how ‘bout these?” he chuckled, gripping both of your tits in his large hands squeezing them roughly.

Your mouth was opened but no words were able to escape giving Eren the perfect opportunity to shove two fingers in your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag. “Well since you can’t use your words let’s put that mouth to better use” he grunted pressing his fingers down on your tongue. While Eren fucked your mouth with his fingers he used his other hand to tug down your shorts chuckling when he saw the small wet patch you made. “Look at you making a mess in my clothes, you really have the sluttiest pussy don’t you?” he smirked, adding a third finger into your drooling mouth. All you could do was let out a pathetic moan praying Eren would soon switch out his fingers for his dick and your prayers were answered when you felt him shove you to the floor but not before putting a pillow down so you didn’t hurt your knees <3 Your hands were quick to tug on the waistband of his shorts but he just smacked your hands away, “keep your hands behind your back or you get nothing.” You shakily put your hands under your knees bringing a sickeningly sweet smile to Eren’s face, “there’s my girl…my good girl.”

Eren tugged his shorts down slowly and after what felt like an eternity his dick finally sprung out slapping against his stomach. He wrapped a hand around his cock pumping it slowly, his eyes fluttering shut every time he ran his thumb over the sensitive tip. You leant forward just to get a small taste of the pre that was dribbling from the slit but instead were met with a rough smack on your cheek, “did I say you could suck my dick? Huh?” he growled not once stopping his movements on his dick. “N-no” you whispered, bowing your head in shame. You looked fucking adorable. “Then why would you try that shit with me? Do you want to get punished even more? How ‘bout I open the door so everyone can see you getting your throat fucked.”

You shook your head quickly trying to find any composure you had to form a sentence, “No! I just- I just wanted a taste…” you pouted looking up at him with the cutest doe eyes. “Oh? Pretty baby just wanted a taste huh? Well here” he smiled tapping his dick against your pouting lips. As soon as he pulled his dick away you licked your lips moaning at the salty yet sweet taste of him. “M-more Eren please” you whined the itch to touch him growing even more. Deciding to test the waters you leaned forward pressing light kisses up the length of his cock leaving an especially long kiss to the tip. Eren hummed in content, giving you a small nod as a silent way of telling you to continue and you happily obliged, switching out the soft kisses for more sloppier ones even going as far as suckling on his tip.

Without warning Eren gripped your hair and pushed your head down until your nose was touching his pelvis, nearly crushing the clip that was keeping your hair up. “Ngh fuck don’t worry baby I won’t be too rough I know you just got your hair done yesterday. I would know since I paid for it” he chuckled breathlessly, his head tipping back when he felt your throat tighten around his cock. You gargled around his dick breathing harshly through your nose and relaxing your jaw to accommodate his size but it was basically useless. You’d never get used to how big Eren’s dick was, no amount of prep could prepare you for him.

Eren slowly slid your head back and forth on his dick relishing in your gags and moans. “Love this color on you princess so damn pretty” he rasped twirling the slightly dark ginger hair with his free hand. You were tuning in and out, your attention focused directly on making him feel good. You hadn’t even realized you were rocking your hips back and forth on the pillow until you felt multiple slaps on your cheek stopping your movements altogether. “What do you think you’re doing?” Eren snapped removing his dick from your mouth with a lewd pop. “I- I was-” suddenly you were yanked up by your arm, your body now beginning to tremble from how bad you needed him.

Eren leant down resting his forehead against yours the smell of his cologne and sweat making you dizzy. “Lay down on the bed with your head hanging off the end.” You have never moved faster in your life hopping onto his bed and laying back until your head was hanging off the edge. Eren slowly walked over tapping the tip of his dick against your swollen lips before pushing it in, the bulge of his dick in your throat making him let out a guttural groan. “Fuck baby” he huffed taking both of your hands in his much bigger one while the other wrapped around your throat. “Yeah that’s it ma take that shit” he moved his hands up and down your throat, his head lolling back and toes curling at the immense pleasure he was receiving (i saw a vid of a guy jacking himself off while fucking a girls throat and couldn’t resist but anyways).

“How you doing down there baby?” he grunted, loosening his grip on your hands. You hummed in content bringing one of his hands down to your panties, the material soaked with your arousal. Eren decided to give into your silent plea rubbing your clit over your panties making your back arch slightly. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus on your breathing while Eren was toying with your pussy but you pulled through knowing he was minutes away from cumming. You stuck your tongue out as much as you could running it over his balls and that’s what finally did it. “F-fuck shit I’m cumming baby” he removed his hand from your throat and yanked your tank top down exposing your full breasts bouncing ever so softly with each thrust of his hips.

Just as he was about to cum Eren pinched your nose blocking out any way of breathing you had, “agh shit” he let a loud almost pornographic moan when he felt your throat tighten around his dick. Seconds later you felt his cum shoot down your throat load after load. “Fuuuck” he sighed, pulling his softening dick out of your mouth when your gagging became more aggressive. “Did so good baby” he smiled, bending down to give your forehead a kiss and then your lips shoving his tongue in your mouth to get a taste of himself. “Erennn” you whimpered, sitting up to face him. He was now standing at his full height looking more intimidating than ever, “what is it princess what do you need?”

Instead of speaking you just spread your legs pulling your panties to the side giving him a mouthwatering view of your slicked pussy and thighs. Eren couldn’t help but fall to his knees at the sight, you truly had the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. If he had to have one last meal it would be you. He ran his hands over the underside of your thick thighs hooking them over his broad shoulders. “So fucking pretty” he groaned giving your thighs sloppy kisses all the down to where you needed him most. “C’mon Ren don’t tease m- hah!” you squealed when you felt him lick a fat stripe up your pussy. Your thighs immediately wrapped around his head when you felt him suckle on your clit. “Shit Ren” you were practically humping his face and he gladly accepted it tongue fucking your pussy with everything he had.

You were just on the brink of cumming when you heard harsh knocks on the door, your heart dropping at the sound. Eren lifted his head up, his eyes narrowing at the door, “keep rubbing that pretty pussy for me but don’t make a sound and don’t cum either, got it?” he asked his annoyance only growing more when he heard more knocks. You silently nodded, bringing your hand down to rub slowly at your clit. “Good girl. This’ll be quick” he grunted standing up, slipping his shorts on and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Eren swung open the door just as the person was about to knock again, “can I help you?” he snapped his grip on the doorknob becoming iron tight. He knew this boy all too well, always making complaints about how noisy it was to the other guys in the dorm and now Eren. “Yeah actually I was wondering if you could tell your girlfriend if she could shut her fat… mouth” he trailed off once he saw the severely annoyed look on Eren’s face.

You couldn’t tell who it was Eren’s huge body blocking your view but you didn’t care knowing he’d take care of it. He always did. Eren breathed in through his nose trying to compose himself, “you have ten seconds to get the fuck away from my door before break your nose if you got a problem with it put on some damn headphones.” The boy was utterly speechless just like any other boy that tried to step up to Eren, “and if I ever hear the words fat and my girlfriends name come out of your mouth at the same time I will beat the living shit out of you, you wish you could pull someone like her. Now get the fuck out my face” he snapped slamming the door.

Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair before tying it up walking back over to you. “Sorry that took so long, gorgeous hope you didn’t miss me too much” he smiled taking in your trembling form. He yanked your panties off, tossing them aside before getting on knees tossing your legs over his shoulders once more. He dug in without another word licking and sucking at your pussy like his life depended on it. “W-who was that Ren? Was I- shit being too loud?” you whimpered tilting your head to look at the door. Eren brought a hand up to force you to look back at him, “no baby you were fine don’t worry about that just focus on me” he purred pressing a kiss to your clit. “Are you sure- aah” your hips jolted up when you felt a slap on your pussy, “yes it’s fine I promise and if anyone ever says otherwise you just let me know mkay?” he inserted two fingers in your cunt curling them slightly once he felt that spongy spot that had your toes curling.

Your so called ‘punishment’ was a forgotten thought Eren now only focused on making you feel good. “You’re so pretty Y/N” he whispered, leaving sloppy kisses on your trembling thighs. It was a true mystery to him how you could’ve ever been unhappy with the way you looked, you were a walking goddess to him and he made sure to remind you every time he saw you. “Erennn” you slung your arm over your face to cover your smile which made his smile grow wider. He added a third finger when he heard the squelching from your pussy get louder. “M’serious babe you’re so beautiful. Got the prettiest eyes and the prettiest lips” he brought his free hand up to your chest tweaking your nipple, “and the prettiest tits.” His hand slowly slid down your body lifting your tank top slightly above your naval, his fingers softly drifting over the stretch marks that he adored and the hip dips he found incredibly sexy.

“Eren I’m gonna cum s’gonna be messy” you whined, grabbing his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. “That’s it princess cum for me make a fucking mess” he growled increasing the pace of his fingers. By the time you finished cumming Eren’s hand and wrist were glistening in the light from the sunset. “That’s my good girl” he grinned, slurping at your pussy the obscene sound making heat rise to your cheeks. “You ready for me?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You nodded quickly removing your tank top fully giving him the perfect view of your body. Eren stood up removing his shorts before lifting your calves over his shoulder. He tapped his tip against your clit a few times then slowly slid his cock in your soaked pussy. The both of you moaned in unison once he was fully in, his forehead pressed snuggly against yours.

He pulled out till only the tip was in before slamming in you again, his cock kissing your cervix with every hard thrust. “Ah shit so fucking tight” he buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet scent of shea butter, the smell was like a drug to him he just couldn’t get enough. “Fuck Ren!” you cried wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him even closer. It was a silent sign you wanted him to finish inside you and he was more than happy to oblige. By now any attempt you had to control the volume of your voice was gone. You were now reduced to a fucked out drooling mess completely braindead from from his cock bullying into your weeping pussy. The new chain you had bought him dangled in your face brushing against your lips so you took it upon yourself to take the tiny cross in your mouth suckling at it. “You’re gonna kill me Y/N Jesus Christ” he whined squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit-” Eren pulled out rubbing the head of cock against your clit until you were squirting all over his flexing thighs. “F-fuck put it back in please put it back it in” your thighs were shaking uncontrollably and your pussy was so sore but you wanted more- no you needed more. Eren listened to your desperate pleas standing at his full height, gripping onto your hips before snapping his hips forward splitting you open again once more. “Shiiit that’s right baby lemme feel you” his head fell back the only thing consuming his thoughts was your pussy and how deliciously tight it was. You didn’t even notice Eren had slowly been lifting your body up until you no longer felt the mattress under your head. With shaky arms you pushed yourself up admiring the fuck out look on Eren’s face.

The chain bouncing against his toned chest had you drooling. Literally. A line of spit had trailed from your lips down your chin and onto your chest. “E-Eren I’m gonna-!” you squealed, arching your back. Eren didn’t care to pull out this time, keeping his rough pace as you covered his stomach in your cum. “Jesus Y/N” he growled stilling his movements as he came deep in your pussy. “Think you can go one more time for me baby? You feel so good ‘nd I want you to cum wit’ me.” His voice was beginning to slur and his thighs were shaking but he had to cum with you one more time. Poor baby just had to.

You could tell he was tired but wanted to push himself so you gave in but only if he agreed to let you ride. Which he did. Eren was now on his back, one hand glued to your side while the other toyed with your nipple as you rode him. The slaps of your ass against his thighs were becoming louder by the minute your drooling cunt soaking his thighs and pelvis. “Lean forward I wanna put ‘em in my mouth” he rasped referring to your bouncing tits. You obliged switching out your bounces for slow grinds allowing Eren to latch onto one of your nipples.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees before fucking into, his headboard beginning to obnoxiously hit the wall leaving a very visible dent. “I’m right there baby, you close?” his thrust were becoming sloppier by the second his dick nearly slipping out of you, but with the way you were sucking him in it wasn’t a problem. “Y-yes I-I’m there I’m cumming!” you let out the most pornographic moan of your life going limp in Eren’s arms as his brutal pace continued. The shiny circle of white around his cock was enough to put him over the edge filling you up with every drop he had.

“Shit you good ma?” he laughed wrapping his arms around your shaking form pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “Mhm” you mumbled, finding zero energy to open your eyes. Eren reached to the side and grabbed the matching Kuromi & My Melody blanket you gave to him as a gift, covering your body with the soft material. “You get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a bit and we’ll get sum to eat” he whispered stroking your messy hair that he promised but failed to keep intact. “Sleep good I love y-” he cut himself off, covering the last part with a cough. “You good?” you slurred on the brink of falling asleep.

“Yep I’m all good, go to sleep babe.”

<3

[erodasfishtacos]

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[pudimsuki]

Hitoshi Shinsou, Female Plus-Size Clothing Store at the Mall, and SFW please and thank you!!

Hitoshi Shinsou x Plus-sized reader

Hi ❤ Sorry this took so long!

I don't usually write for specific readers, cause I'm always afraid that I end up generalizing things or don't representing in the right way, BUT I made an exception for this one cause the idea it's so cute ❤

It has a little angst in the middle, I'm sorry, I know you just asked for SFW! My friend was talking to me the other day about shitty friends, so I got inspired and wrote it without noticing. I'm really sorry if this turned out a lil' generic.

“I’m not trying this.”

“Oh c’mon, Hitoshi. Pleeeeeease.”

You looked at your grumpy boyfriend with pleading eyes,holding up to him an article of clothing that he refuses to try but you knew, you knew, it would look good on him.

You both were currently shopping at the mall. Well, it was more like you were forcing Shinsou to shop with you at the mall, but just details, right? And besides, even with his lack of patience to jump from store to store like you loved to do, he wasn’t one to say no to you. Not when you looked so cute with those big puppy eyes.

He rolled his eyes, taking the cloth from your hand. “Fine. But this is the last one.”

“Promise”. You said with a winning smile while he went to the changing room.

As soon as he was out of your sight, you decided to look for a few more things for yourself while waiting for him. Your eyes lit up when you found the dress you wanted so badly. It was a black plus size dress that left your back in plain sight and valued your thighs.

You smiled to yourself, turning around with him in your arms the moment Shinsou walked out of the locker room, dressed in the shirt you picked out for him.

As predicted, it fit like a glove. And the color matched his hair along with his purple irises.

You raised your eyebrows at him. "Sooo?"

He shrugged, not wanting to admit you were right. "It's not so bad."

"HA! I knew it!"

He snorted but smiled along with you. "What do you have here?" Shinsou asked, looking at the outfit you were carrying, but before you could show him, a familiar voice caught your attention.

“(Y/n)!”

Oh, no. Your afternoon was too good to be true

You closed your eyes for a second at the sound of that voice.

“(Y/n)”, she called again, this time closer.

Shinsou raised an eyebrow in a questionable way, but you just shook your head before sighing and turning to your old school “friend”.

"Hey", you wave while she approaches you. You didn’t sound very excited.

The girl, Yuki, went to the same school as you when you were younger. For a long time you thought you were friends, until you realized she liked to spend extra time in her life subtly lowering your self-esteem.

"What a surprise to see you, I didn't think I'd find you here!"

"Yuki, it’s been a long time. Just doing some shopping. What about you?" You replied, trying to be polite.

"The same. Wow, geez! We got the same dress" she says, pointing to herself, who already wore the model. "I just tasted it. What do you think?" She rotates her body so that you can also see her back.

"It looks... great." You answered honestly. It did look great, the fabric hugging her body which, you couldn't help noticing, with her long legs and tiny waist, made her look like a model. You tried not to think about it.

"Oh yes. It matched my skin tone, didn't it?"

"Of course," you muttered.

Then she looked at Shinsou, who remained silent behind you, hands in his pants pockets. Her entire posture changed. "Oh, who is this?" She gave a flirtatious smile, "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

You had to control your tongue upon noticing the way she looked at him.

Fifteen seconds, Yuki. Can't go fifteen seconds without trying to hit on him?

But apparently, Shinsou also noticed, to which he only replied:

"I'm her boyfriend."

"Oh." She blinked, having the decency to look a little embarrassed at his dry tone. "Right. Uh, I better get going. See you around, (Y/n). Hope the dress fits well."

You forced a smile. “Right.”

The moment she left, Shinsou stepped in front of you. "Who was that?"

"Old friend."

He frowned at your tone. "Didn't look like a friend."

You just shrugged. "We studied together."

"I see."

You cleared your throat, putting the cloth you’re holding on the pile again. “You know what, I think we better get going.”

“You’re not gonna try the dress?”

You gave him a small smile, not feeling so excited as you were before. You hated the fact that she still can get to your mind and made you insecure, even after all this time. “Nah, it’s getting late. And besides, I know you don’t like shopping as much as I do, so… I can buy it another day.”

He just crossed his arms, unconvinced. Shinsou knew how much you had been drooling over that dress all week, so he clearly didn't buy your answer.

“You know we’re not gonna live until you tell me what’s going on, right?”

You sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Yeah, you knew how stubborn he could be. So you finally admit.

“It’s just that… I don’t know, I was just thinking… Would you like more if I was… You know, like her?” You looked to the ground, not so sure you wanna face him. He remains in silence for a moment.

“Look at me.”

You didn’t.

“(Y/n), look at me.”

Then again.

“Don’t make me use my quirk on you”. You laughed a little, rolling your eyes, and finally gave in, finding his purple irises looking lovingly at you.

“That girl was pretty, indeed, but so are you. You don’t need to be like her or anyone else to be beautiful. You are perfect for me, every single part of you. And I hope you never forget how much I love you.”

Your breath got caught in your throat at his words. You felt like a fool for doubting that. Shinsou held your face, caressing your cheek.

“Now, why don’t you try that dress you were holding? I wanna see your pretty thighs on it.”

This time you laughed, happier than ever.

Our bodies are perfect, no matter if you're thin, chubby, or athletic. Love yourself!

Thank you for reading and for the support!

Angie ❤

[any comments will be answered with my main account @angie-1306]

[fires-of-ninjago]

Chubby Zane Rights (Continued)

As promised last week, here's my latest continuation to Chubby Zane!

I'm just sorry this one took so long, but as I said last week, I was just bogged-down with work.

Title: Hot Ice

Word Count: 1,478

Pairing(s): Oppositeshipping

Warnings: Fat Shaming, body image, homophobic slurs, implied abuse

Kai downed the rest of his drink as Dareth droned on about one of his many, many exaggerated achievements. Zane looked down at his lemonade as he listened to the story. The more he heard, the more he thought that it sounded just too far-fetched to him. I mean; Dareth, just finding Garmadon’s Helmet of Shadows, and using it to control the stone army like that? Just how could someone get that lucky?!

“...Are you guys even listening?” Dareth asked. Kai gave him one of his signature, cocked-smiles that made everyone instantly believe that he knew exactly what was going on...At least, those who didn’t actually know him, anyway. Zane recognized it as his slightly drunk, but faking focus grins.

“Of course!” Kai said. “Hat falls out of the sky, monster army suddenly obeying your every command, horrifying visions of days yet to come, nightmares of the First Master’s childhood, I hear ya!” Zane perked up at the mention of those last two parts. He normally tuned most of their middle-aged friend’s ramblings out mid-way through, but lately, his boyfriend seemed to be paying closer attention the more he drank. Dareth took a swig of his own drink, and for the first time, Zane realized that it was the same as Kai’s.

“I think you two should slow down?” Zane asked; “Those are your third and fourth whiskey’s tonight.” Kai gave him a side grin as he winked.

“C’mon Zane! We all just got our teaching certs; we’re celebrating!” Zane nodded as he felt the frost crawling along the side of the glass.

“Yeah!” Dareth cheered; “And after all of the- *BUUUURP!*” Zane scrunched his nose as the smell hit him like a steel pipe. Had he been human, then his eyes would definitely be watering at the potent smell of garlic and alcohol. Kai however, was fanning his face.

“Aw, Dareth! How many of those garlic rolls did you eat?!” He said. Their friend gave them an embarrassed chuckle as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that guys,” he said as he gave his now plump stomach a pat. “They were just so delicious, I couldn’t help myself!” Wait, what? What did he mean by that? Zane looked down at the empty baskets sitting in front of him as he realized exactly that was.

“But Dareth, one of those was supposed to be for Kai!” The look on the Brown Ninja’s face changed to confusion as he looked down at the remains of the food.

“Huh? But Kai here told me that he wasn’t all that hungry, so he told me to take it.” So that’s what happened; Zane figured something like that was the case, but now that it was out in the open, the Nindroid wasn’t going to let this chance to dive deeper pass by.

“Kai,” he began. When was the last-” The doors to the bar burst open before he could finish the thought. The two of them turned to see a group of bikers standing there.

“Sup, Gerald,” the old man at the head of the group said to the barkeeper. Zane noticed the burn scar on his cheek as he leaned against the bar. “We saw you ‘ere havin’ a party in here and decided to invite ourselves!” They surveyed the bar, grinning as Zane and Kai kept their heads down.

“So who’s this party for anyway?” One of the other bikers; a much younger woman asked as she stepped closer to the bar. “What, is it someone’s birthday? Are one of these widdol’ kiddies finally old enough to be let out of their widdol’ strollers?” Zane could see steam building in his boyfriend’s eyes at how they were taunting the owner, but there was nothing that they could do, especially while Kai was still processing all of the alcohol that he’d drunk.

“Listen guys, I don’t want any trouble,” the bartender said. “But the group I got here tonight...I don’t think-” The lead biker reached across the bar, and grabbed the bartender’s shirt, pulling him close.

“Since when do I care what you think!” The leader asked. Zane was getting ready to jump into action, when Kai decided to slowly stand up.

“Hello Bart,” Nya said in an unusually calm voice. Every alarm in Zane’s head was going off as he recognized that name. Both Zane and Dareth turned to see the two of them standing; the Nindroid felt his power core skip a pulse in fear as he saw the same dark look reflected in the eyes of both siblings. Bart however, seemed to laugh.

“HEY!” He howled as he released the bartender from his grip; “if it isn’t my two favorite kids!” Bart held his arms open, like he was expecting them to run into them.

“Like hell!” Kai shouted; “If you know what’s good for you, then you ‘n your friends will leave.” Zane felt a chill run up his spine as he heard the venom in Kai’s voice. He didn’t know exactly what happened between them, but he knew that it was bad; especially by the way he partially closed his bad eye whenever anyone asked about it.

“Oy! Is that any way ta’ talk to yer foster daddy?” Zane’s eyes went wide as he realized what this was. Kai practically snarled as he readied himself to attack, only for Nya to beat him to the punch. She came out of nowhere; her fists making contact with jaw in the blink of an eye, sending him spinning back as he hit the floor. Nya huffed as she screamed. If it weren’t for the younger woman intercepting her next hit, she would have pummeled him into the tile. Kai however, wasn’t far behind.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” He shouted, as he jumped into spinjitsu. Flames licked the bar, setting some of the glasses aflame as he barreled towards them. With a look of fear in his eyes, Bart rolled out of the way just in time for Kai’s foot to miss him by a hair. His leather jacket smoked as he hopped to his feet.

“Holy fuck, where da’ hell did ya’ learn that shit?!” He asked. Kai looked like he was about to start foaming at the mouth, when Zane hopped in to put out the small fires from the now flaming drinks.

“Hold up, Jefe,” The woman said, as she staggered out of Nya’s grip. “They’re the fuckin’ ninja!” Zane could see the delight start twisting in Bart’s eyes, as he let out a low, manic laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” He clutched his stomach as he ran out of breath; blood beginning to run down the side of his face from a cut caused by one of the rings that Nya was wearing. “Yer’ shittin’ me!” Zane could feel the rage building in the siblings, as the older man continued.

“Ta think, you two would grow up to be this famous! Maybe there is a place fer ya in my family after all?” He gave Zane a good once-over as well as the gears started grinding behind his eyes.

“An’ you must be that ice ninja,” he started. “Yer a lil chubby, aren’t cha? Well as long as ya’ can fight like Twig and Shit-foot here, ya can join too.” Zane froze as he heard what he said. It had been so long since he’d even thought about it, that he’d stopped trying to hide his weight a long time ago, even if he still chose to wear loose-fitting clothes whenever he could. It was almost faster than the last time, but now Zane saw Kai launch himself forward. If it weren’t for Zane managing to grab one of his arms, then he would have tackled Bart out-right.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH-!” He howled at the top of his lungs. One of the other bikers laughed as they all moved to encircle the trio.

“Haha, aww, look-et how he’s jumping to tubbo’s defence; how cute.” Now Zane was starting to feel the taunts as he struggled to hold-back his boyfriend. It would be so easy to let him go; even his primary programming: Protect the unprotected, was having trouble deciding if he should keep holding Kai back. Just as Zane was about to try and defuse the situation himself, one of the bikers shouted as he was electrocuted.

“KAI, ZANE, NYA! DUCK!” The trio didn’t even think about it; in one felled motion, they all rolled to the ground as Cole came zipping above them, taking down two more of the group. Once they were on the ground, both Kai and Zane jumped up, and with a practiced ease, blew a spray of ice and fire to create a chilly mist. That was when Zane felt his programming make it’s choice: Protect Kai and Nya from the people who hurt them.

[thelastspeecher]

for the Angie birthday prompt: Angie bonding with one or more of her siblings. preferably with at least one of the oldest three. can be in any au. <3

Second Angie-centric ficlet locked and loaded!  This one’s not quite as fluffy as the first one is, and not as fluffy as the prompt suggests.  But it’s Angie bonding with one or more of her siblings, so...

Enjoy!

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              “Ooh, cookies!”  Violynn looked down.  Her youngest sibling, six-year-old Banjey, stood by her side, staring with wide eyes at the tray of cookies Violynn had just finished.

              “You want a cookie?” Violynn asked.  Banjey nodded eagerly.  “What’s the magic word?”

              “Please!” Banjey chirped.  Violynn smiled and gave her sister one of the cookies.  Banjey climbed onto one of the kitchen chairs, then proceeded to happily eat her treat.

              “I don’t know why Ma ‘n Pa were so convinced we’d mess up,” Harper scoffed.  “Without Lute ‘round to encourage her bad behavior, Banjey’s easy to babysit.”  Ma and Pa McGucket were currently at the store with Viola and Lute to buy school clothes, leaving Banjey under the supervision of the oldest three.  Violynn eyed her younger brother.

              “They weren’t concerned we’d mess up,” she said firmly.  “They were concerned you’d mess up.”  Harper’s mouth dropped open.  “I’m nineteen.  A full-grown adult.  Yer only sixteen, and last time ya supervised Lute, he broke his arm!”

              “He snuck away when I wasn’t lookin’!” Harper protested.  He crossed his arms.  “Slippery lil bugger.”  Basstian wandered into the kitchen.  “Hey, Bass.”

              “Hi, Harper.”  Basstian ruffled Banjey’s hair, making her giggle.  “Banjey.”  He looked at the cookies.  “What kind of cookies are those?”

              “They’re called pignoli,” Violynn said, happy her work was being noticed.  “Theresa’s granny is Italian and taught her the recipe.  Took me a while to find all the ingredients, but I did it!”

              “They look tasty,” Basstian said.  Banjey let out a wheeze.  At the sound, all heads whipped around to stare at her.  Banjey wheezed again.

              “Banjey!”  Harper rushed over.  Banjey took a deep breath, then wheezed again.  “Oh no, she must have somethin’ stuck in her throat!”

              “No, that happened with Tuna the other day, and it didn’t sound like that,” Basstian said.  Harper glared at him.

              “Cats and humans are dif’rent!”

              “Banjey, can you talk?” Violynn asked, coming over to her little sister.  Banjey shook her head, wheezing again.  Violynn’s blood ran cold.  “Harper. Stay here in case Ma ‘n Pa come back. Basstian, yer comin’ with me.”

              “Where are we goin’?” Basstian asked.  Violynn grabbed the keys to her car off the counter.

              “We’re takin’ Banjey to the doctor.”

              “What?!” Harper and Basstian yelped.

              “I think Banjey might be havin’ an allergic reaction to somethin’.  We can’t delay.  Grab her, Basstian, ‘n follow me.”  Banjey wheezed.  Basstian, who was nearing Harper’s height despite being only thirteen, scooped Banjey into his arms and followed Violynn out of the house.  Harper came after them.  “Tell Ma ‘n Pa where we are if they come back ‘fore we do,” Violynn instructed.  Harper nodded, pale.  “Basstian, keep a hold on her on the way to the clinic.”

              “Got it.”  Basstian climbed into the back seat, still holding Banjey.  Violynn got into the driver’s seat and started the car. They peeled out of the driveway, shooting down the road to town.

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              Gumption was too small to have a hospital proper; the McGuckets left town for most doctor’s appointments.  But there was a small clinic that functioned mostly as an emergency room, in case someone needed treatment faster than they could get to an actual hospital.  The McGuckets were no strangers to the staff at the clinic, if only because Harper and Lute were very accident-prone.

              Violynn pulled into a parking spot and shut off the car.  She looked into the back seat.

              “How’s she doin’?” she asked.  Basstian looked up at her nervously.

              “Well, she ain’t turnin’ blue yet,” he said. Banjey wheezed, then coughed. “It’s okay, Banjey.  We’re gettin’ ya to the doctor.”  Violynn and Basstian exited the car and went into the clinic, Basstian still carrying Banjey.  Violynn made a beeline for the front desk.

              “Hi, Miss Hammond,” Violynn said.  The receptionist, Miss Hammond, looked up. “We need some help.”

              “Did Harper fall off the loft again?”

              “No, Banjey-”  Violynn gestured Basstian over.  The Miss Hammond’s eyes widened.  “She started breathin’ weird, ‘n-”

              “Looks like it might be an allergic reaction,” Miss Hammond said.  A doctor exited the bathroom.  “Hector!” The doctor came over.  “This little girl-”  Without another word, the doctor took Banjey from Basstian.

              “C’mon, kids,” he said.  Basstian and Violynn followed him deeper into the clinic and into an examination room.  The doctor, who Violynn now recognized as Harper’s favorite, Dr. Ives, set Banjey on the examination bed.  “Stay calm.” He pulled something out of a nearby drawer and stabbed it into Banjey’s leg.  Banjey let out a gasp.

              “What- what did you-” Basstian squeaked.

              “It’s called an EpiPen,” Dr. Ives said, showing it to Basstian and Violynn.  “They’re used when folks have allergic reactions.”

              “So it was an allergic reaction?” Violynn asked. Dr. Ives nodded.  “But Banjey’s not allergic to anything!”  

              “‘Lynn,” Banjey whined.  Violynn looked at her little sister.  Tears shone on Banjey’s chubby cheeks.  “What happened?”

              “Oh, it’s okay, Banjey,” Violynn cooed.  She climbed onto the exam bed next to Banjey. Banjey crawled into her lap.  Violynn stroked Banjey’s hair gently.  “It’s okay.  You had an allergic reaction, that’s all.”

              “What’s a ‘llergic reaction?” Banjey asked timidly.

              “It’s when yer body thinks that somethin’ harmless is dangerous, so it goes to war,” Dr. Ives explained.  Banjey sniffed loudly.  “Don’t worry, yer big sister did a good job takin’ care of ya.  Allergic reactions can be very scary, so it’s important to stay calm and move fast.  Which yer sister did.”

              “I was calm and moved fast, too,” Basstian mumbled.  Dr. Ives smiled at him.

              “Yes, you did well, too, Basstian.”  He looked at Violynn.  “Do you have any idea what might have caused the allergic reaction?” Violynn shook her head.

              “Ma ‘n Pa exposed her to allergens when she was younger to make sure she weren’t allergic to nothin’.”

              “Wait,” Basstian said.  “Violynn, what was in the cookies ya made?”

              “Nothin’ Banjey hasn’t already had.  Well, except…”  Violynn frowned.  “I don’t know if she’s had pine nuts.”  She looked at the doctor.  “Can ya be allergic to pine nuts?”

              “Yes, you can.  Other tree nut allergies are more common, but it’s not impossible to be allergic to pine nuts.”  Dr. Ives looked at Banjey.  “She should get tested fer a pine nut allergy.”

              “I wanna go home,” Banjey mumbled.  “No tests.”

              “Can we go home?” Basstian asked.  “Or does she need to get tested first?”

              “No, the test can wait until she’s better. But let me look Banjey over really quickly first, okay?” Dr. Ives said.  Violynn slid off the exam table.  She and Basstian waited while Dr. Ives checked Banjey’s vitals.  “All good.  You can hop on down.”

              “Where’s my candy?” Banjey asked.  Dr. Ives chuckled.

              “Can’t get one past ya, huh?”  He grabbed the jar of lollipops off the counter and held it out.  Banjey carefully selected a purple one before jumping off the exam table.  “I’ll have Miss Hammond call yer folks to explain what happened today and let ‘em know Banjey needs to be tested.”

              “Thank you, Dr. Ives,” Violynn said.  Dr. Ives smiled.

              “Not a problem, Violynn.  The three of ya drive back home safe.”

              “Will do.”  Violynn grabbed Banjey and Basstian’s hands.  The three of them walked out of the clinic.  Violynn leaned against the car door, suddenly exhausted. “Whew.”

              “That was scary,” Basstian remarked.  Violynn and Banjey nodded.  “But at least Banjey’s safe.”

              “Duh,” Banjey scoffed.  She beamed at Violynn and Basstian.  “My big sister and big brothers are best.”

              “Aw,” Violynn cooed.  She ruffled Banjey’s hair.  “What a strange coincidence.  I have the best baby sister.”  Banjey handed her the lollipop she’d gotten from the doctor.  “Banjey, that’s yours.”

              “Cab fare,” Banjey said.  Violynn frowned.

              “Where’d ya hear that phrase?”

              “Prob’ly TV,” Basstian said.  Banjey nodded.

              “TV,” she confirmed.  Violynn chuckled.

              “Well, ya don’t need to pay me, honey.”  She unlocked the car.  “Now, let’s get home ‘fore Ma ‘n Pa get there and freak out.” The family pickup truck pulled up beside them.  Violynn sighed.  “Too late.”

[pinkykitten]

Hairspray pt. 1

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x plus size! female reader

Warning: curse words, body-shaming, things get a lil steamy at the end

Specifics: comedy, angst, fluff, romance, chapter fic, race neutral reader, plus size reader, chubby reader, pictures

People: billy hargrove, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, heather, your dad, your mother, amber (bully, oc) 

Words: 4,089

Summary: Based on Bell’s 2.5k Challenge, @acciosnapes. Being rich was tough. Your parents expected so much out of you; they expected you to be perfect. Owning practically all of Hawkins, Indiana; they perceived themselves to be above everyone else. Having that thinking made you alone, as you were not allowed to hang out with people beneath you. 4th of July of 1985 holds the fair for Independence day. You had feelings for a certain bad boy and if luck comes your way you may tell him the truth and who knows maybe he’ll even ask you to the fair. During those moments though, you will have to endure top secret evil science labs and experiments. You will uncover Hawkins secrets, make friends and who knows maybe break a couple of rules.

Authors Note: y/f/n = your father’s name

y/m/n = your mother’s name

this is the first part of the chapter fics hairpsray. this is for a challenge and i love this so much. i love writing confident plus size characters and readers. the aesthetic was made by me and the beginning to the end of this fic i got inspired by hairpsray 2007 by the start of the movie all the way to miss baltimore crabs number. i put an amber in here like the movie and some quotes and dialogue is taken from the movie hairspray, lets see if u guys can figure it out. anywho i love this hope u love it and im so happy i did this challenge there will be more so check out for this series and im excited to show u guys. yay! 

The summer of 1985. It was hot and sticky outside. The cicadas singing as they made their way near you home. You were excited. You were going to, no matter who tried to stop you, get a job.

It very well likely might not have made sense to anyone. You were rich. Grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth. You never knew life to be hard. Every little thing was given to you, whether it be toys, dresses, makeup, you had it all. At least thats what your parents thought. Your father was basically equal with the Mayor. The two helped each other out with smart work and of course the dirty work. Y/f/n thought you didn’t know but you sniffed out the clues and put them together. You knew your father was no innocent man. He played his cards right to get this money, not earn it. And y/m/n, just followed your father around like a lost puppy. You could see the kindness in her sometimes but she always listened to your father. 

What your parents didn’t know was you were searching for something more important. Something that meant a whole lot to you. Money didn’t matter. You didn’t want that life. You wanted to be independent and be able to make mistakes and live life. Your parents always disciplined you on peers. You were not allowed to be with low lives; people who weren't as successful as your family. But all the friends your parents wanted you to love were snobs and thought so highly of themselves. You wanted to get away from that life. Your whole life was planned out for you. You are forever and always this pretty, perfect sweet girl who follows rules even though sometimes you didn’t feel those things. 

You woke up to the sun beating down on your face. You rolled around on your pastel pink king sized bed. Groaning, as you subconsciously hit your alarm clock but noticing you were awoken before its ring. 

“Hmm, thats never happened before.”

You stretch as you jump out of bed to start your first day of work. You would never tell your parents. They would never understand and probably make excuses to stop you. You were going to try to get hired at Hawkins Community Pool. It was a risky decision based on your size. You were plus sized and adored it! You felt on top of the world most times and never cared what anyone thought. But there were times where you did get down from comments but you still pushed ahead and loved yourself. You were willing to give the lifeguard gig a chance and there was a plus side. Your crush Billy Hargrove was there. You just hoped you could entice him enough to give you a go. 

You scrambled to your feet as you raced to your phone. You dialed your best friend Nancy’s number. You had to keep the relationship a secret. If your parents knew about your friendship they probably would flip. You knew about all the secrets of the kids and Hawkins lab. Nancy felt guilty not telling you so she spilled the beans about everything to you. About Eleven, the monsters, scientists. It sounded unreal but you knew Nancy would never lie to you. 

“Hey Nance, are we still on for the mall today?” You asked, twirling the cable with your fingers. 

On the other side you could hear Nancy struggling, “yep we’re still on. Sorry I’m running late to my first day of work.”

“Oh yeah its today. What are you gonna be doing again?”

Nancy made a yelp as the phone was muffled, “sorry I just slipped putting on my dress.” Just as Nancy said that you could hear Jonathan’s voice in the background. 

“No way!” You squealed. “Did you sleep with Jonathan?”

Nancy giggled, “...sorta...kinda...yeah.”

“You naughty girl!”

“Whatever!”

“Tell him I said hi,” you said.

“Oh my god y/n, you’re unbelievable but I gotta go now.”

“Wait? Are you still coming with me to get my bathing suit?”

“Like I would miss this. Y/n’s first job and pretty much your first time being a independent young lady. Y/n, we’re definitely going to celebrate!” She hanged up the phone and you got dressed for the day. 

You went to the living room and turned on the tv. “Good morning Hawkins, Indiana.” The news man and lady said as they raised their morning cup of coffee to the viewers. 

You skipped around the kitchen finding something to eat. Humming a tune you couldn’t get out of your head as it was a song you made up. 

“I love you Hawkins, and someday when I take to the world, the worlds gonna wake up see. Hawkins and me,” you sang as you were stopped by your father. 

“Why are you so jumpy this morning?” He wore a scowl on his face. 

You shrugged, “nothing in particular dad.” You kissed him on the cheek. Your mother walked in swatting your hand as you were about to make breakfast for yourself. 

“The maids can get it honey,” she said as the maid ran in and got started in cooking you your favorite. 

You rolled your eyes as you got your bag, “you know I think I’ll just eat on the road. I’ll pick up something on the side.”

“Honey, make sure its nothing greasy,” your mother said. “You have to try to back away from foods, remember.”

“You remind me everyday mother.” Your parents always pointed out the fact that you were bigger than most girls your age. They always tried to put you on diets and workouts but nothing worked. It didn’t work because you didn’t want it to work. You were totally fine with your body and wish they could see what you saw. 

Finishing the rest of your corn dog from the food court you awaited on Nancy by the store. Checking your time you knew Nancy was supposed to be here.  

“C’mon Nance, where are you?”

Finally she showed up from around the corner. Her hair all disheveled. It looks as if she was rushed. 

“Hey there best friend...you okay?” You asked, hugging her as she came up. 

She waved your question off. “It can wait. So what are you thinking of getting? Whats your vision?”

“Well,” you said as you entered into the tiny shop. Women of all sizes were there but you can see the look of disappointment on many of the bigger girls faces. There was barely anything there for them. You looked through the clearance for “Big Girls” it read on the sign. “since I have to make a good impression, I’m going to wear something sexy but also professional. I don’t want to look like no stripper.”

Nancy chuckled, “right. Also isn’t this swimsuit for only this time cause you have to wear their red one while you work there.”

“Correct. Like I said though I want them to see I am trying and I am not going to half-as* it.”

“How bout this one?” Nancy said as she brought out a blue one. It had sequins on it; very beautiful. But it was too sexual. The breast area was very much wide and open. The back showed too much butt. “What do you think about this?”

“Don’t get me wrong its super pretty but like I said; I need to look professional. Plus there’s gonna be kids there.”

“I gotcha. Sorry I maybe just want everyone to pass out when they see my friend.”

“Oh I bet everyone will, even if I don’t wear anything sexual. They’re probably gonna be like agghhh an earthquake when they see me walking in and I’ll respond like, you bet b*tch.”

Nancy laughed. 

“How bout this one?” You pulled out a Hawaiian one. It was pretty but more for old ladies and it was boring. 

“Okay yeah sure...for my nana!”

“Well how do you know me and your nana don’t have the same taste?”

“Look you need something more than that. Like you said, making a statement.”

You bit your lip, “man this harder than I thought. I’m kind scared to be honest about doing this. Like I think the last time I ever got this scared was when they announced the new coke.”

Nancy tried her hardest to hold back a giggle, “why are you scared?”

“Picture this, what if a stranger hands me a blunt and you know I’m curious by nature and I accept it? What in the world will Billy think? He’ll probably think I’m like a druggie 24/7!”

“First off, that is the oddest situation I’ve ever heard of. Second, is this your weird way of saying what if Billy doesn’t like you?”

“No I know he’ll like me sexually but I mean platonically. What if he doesn’t want to be like a normal couple and hang out? What if he’s ashamed to be with me? These are good questions.”

Nancy held your hand, “than he’s the jerk I always thought him to be and you’re too good for him.”

You nodded, “I mean I’m too good for him now but in that moment, if he’s a d*ck then I will be 10 times better than him. So any ways...how was work?”

Nancy rolled her eyes and looks down, “I kinda don’t want to talk about it.”

“What? What happened? Am I gonna have to slap a b*tch?” You became territorial and overprotective of your friend.

“No, no, no its just, the men at work sorta treat me like I’m dumb and that I’m not really of use to this type of work. I guess cause they see me as a woman they think they can take advantage of me. They make fun of myey/n. In front of everyone. Its bull sh*t.” Nancy almost looked as if she wanted to cry.

“Hey its okay. This is your first day. People are going to be jack as*es but you listen to me. Whenever any one has talked about me differently or made fun of me because of my weight or whatever I either laugh with them, ignore them, or say something smart back to them. There are ways that we women can stand up for ourselves without having to insult or hurt someone physically.”

“Its just easier said than done. But I’ve got a lead. A lady called me today about diseased rats. I think that maybe this is my chance to be a journalist like I’ve always wanted to be.”

You clapped her on the back, “atta girl. You take that chance. You take it right in your hand and never let it go. No matter what they tell, or do to you; you have the right, the power. Use it Nancy. Use your voice.”

Nancy smiled and picked out an orange swimsuit. You didn’t care if people called you an actual orange; all you saw was perfection. 

“How bout this one y/n?”

“Thats the one Nancy. Its perfect!”

“Hey pancake y/n and Nancy drew,” Amber, your arch nemesis. The bully, the b*tch of the town walked up to you two. Her high heels clicked as they met with the floor. Her skirt was so short you could almost see her goodies from up high. Her makeup was too overdone and her blonde hair was as perfect as Tom Cruise’s abs. She snickered as she saw you hold up your swimsuit to pay. “And you’re gonna wear that? Where are you going? To the Hawkins pool?”

“Yes as a matter of fact I am. Thanks for you looking out for me...Amber.” You said as you walked right by her; nudging her lightly. “Now I don’t wanna get there late so if you excuse me-”

“Oh sorry, too skinny of a space?”

“Amber-” Nancy started but you waved a hand out to her. 

“No its okay Nance. She’s right, it was too skinny for my delicious body.” You shrugged. 

Amber motioned closer to you. Her foot stepping on yours. “Are you going to the pool to see Billy?”

You almost forgot. Rumor had it that Amber was going to try all Summer to get with Billy but so far you heard he was single and you sure as he*l were not going to miss the opportunity. 

“Well I mean I will see him whether I want to or not. He kind works there.”

“I’m not talking about that fat-a*s. I’m saying are you doing all this. Wanting to work there just because he’s there?”

“Wow Amber! I didn’t realize you were my mother. Congratulations! Now shall I tell you about all my business?”

Amber snarled, “I swear to God if you try anything with Billy I will hunt you down. If you think for a moment that he would ever like someone like you? You are completely and utterly stupid. Know your place and be careful... you might stop traffic in that.” Amber chuckled as she walked away. Her butt swaying as she tried to show you she was better than you.

“Yeah well I have a better a*s than you!”

Nancy shook her head as she led you to the register, “C’mon y/n, lets just go.” 

Did that little interaction ever stop you? 

Never! You still went with your plan. Get this job in order to get your Billy. It was plain and simple. And also to prove to yourself and your parents that you can do things on your own and you didn’t need anyone. 

Nancy dropped you off. You got changed in the bathroom and knew it just turned into Billy’s shift. You met with the other kids at the front desk. As they saw you they laughed. “Well, well, well if it isn’t y/n l/n, the rich girl. What can we do you for?”

As you were about to speak one of the boys put his hand up, “I’m sorry but we don’t have any gold bars here at the moment. Maybe you’ll have to ask the President of the United States.”

You glared at the boy and were silent. The boy thought he broke you and you acted very suspicious. Suddenly you laughed, “yeah well maybe I’ll go ask your dad since he seems to pay me every time I’m with him.” You of course knew it wasn’t true. You had never even slept with anyone before heck with his dad. It was all for games. 

The others hollered out loudly at your come back and the boy stood back flushed. 

“Now I want to work here and I think I deserve a resume. I see your sign that you are hiring so what do I have to do here folks?” You clapped your hands. 

A girl named Heather walked by and heard your conversation. “Y/n, right?”

“Thats me.” You shook her hand. 

“Awesome, yeah I remember your call. You wanted a job here?”

“Correct again.”

“Well around here we do things differently. In order to get the job we need to see your walk.”

“My what?”

“Your walk.” The other teens tried to stifle their laughter. “Thats the most important step. We need to see how you walk in order to get to your post.”

“Oh okay for a minute I thought you wanted me to walk on water or something.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “No. I need to see how you do and then we can talk and I can give you a resume.”

“Wait. You’re the one who conducts the interviews around here and stuff like that?”

Heather nodded. Lying.

“Cool so when do I start the walk?”

“Now!” Heather pushed you into the open. 

“Oh okay,” you were shy at first but then conducted yourself. The sun shone on your skin deliciously making your skin glow. You looked at your surroundings. A lot of kids. A chubby kid running, which you knew was a no-no. The other side, near Billy was, “Mrs. Wheeler? What in the world is she doing looking at Billy like that?” You felt anger erupt within you. Yes, you were a little jealous. Even though their relationship was extremely wrong you still felt jealous. You proceeded to walk. Not caring if anything budged out, jiggled, nothing. You felt sexy, beautiful and that’s all that mattered. 

You shook your hips as you walked up to the chair. You had talked to Billy before but never a full out conversation. It was little ones. Billy stood right by the chair, talking to Mrs. Wheeler. As you showed up Billy looked at you straight in the eye. You bit your lip winking at him. Billy then looked all over you, raising his brow. He licked his lips. 

“Hi y/n,” he said all suave; putting his hand out to stop Mrs. Wheeler’s conversation, interrupting her. 

“Hi Billy, hello Mrs. Wheeler.”

Mrs. Wheeler seemed angry so she sat back down in the sun. 

“Well, well, well, what are you doing here?” Billy asked as he leaned against the lifeguard chair. 

“Well I heard y’all were hiring. I saw in the newspaper that they’re making another lifeguard here, coinciding with the first one of course. Heard it gets hectic around here.”

Billy chewed on a toothpick as he came closer to you, smirking. His eyes seeming almost a sea green when it hit the sun. “Yeah it sure does get hectic around here, but I think with you around; things will get more hectic. Trust me.”

“Will it be by your doing?” You got closer as well. Playing his games.

“I don’t know, might be.”

“Got any more bigger girls like me around here?”

“No just the one and only you.”

“Oh so you were looking?” You didn’t mind that he called you bigger or when someone called you fat. It was the truth and you learned to love those words. 

“Is that a bad thing?” Billy asked as his eyes scanned all over you once more. His eyes became lustful. 

“No, I mean you might as well learn what a real woman looks like. I guess I’ll be making history around here. Y/n l/n, the first lifeguard that is really and surely a-”

“Whole lotta woman,” Billy said as his voice came out raspy and more of a moan. 

Your knees were becoming weak. “Thats right.”

“Alright miss making history. Why do you want this job? Aren’t your parents rich? Doesn’t your dad work with the mayor?”

“Yep but I feel as a young lady, I need to learn and live.”

“Don’t worry you’ll learn all those things here; I’ll make sure I’ll teach you.” Billy said as he touched your arm, sending electricity coursing through your veins. 

“So Billy Hargrove will be my lifeguard teacher, huh? Not bad. But...will you ever need to punish me?”

Billy looked shocked as you said that and laughed. He inched closer to you until his plump lips landed on your ear, “only when you’re being a bad girl.”

It took everything out of you not to moan right there. You coughed as you tried to act natural again. Billy got you good. 

“Bashful much?”

“More like turned on,” you muttered not knowing Billy heard as he smiled wide. You turned around and walked straight back to Heather. Your a*s shaking a lot as you walked back making Billy almost have a heart attack. There was no way he was going to go through summer without you. 

“So how’d I do?” You questioned Heather. Excited to hear the news. 

“Well...it was okay.”

“Okay?”

“You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone yet.”

“Um, its a community pool. Everyone's talking.” You said. 

“No we mean when you were talking to Billy. You see a lot of the girls here like him. And we can’t have you jeopardizing their chances and scaring Billy if you know what I mean.” Heather said as she winced. 

Billy had wanted to hear the news about you working here and stood nearby; hearing the whole conversation. 

Your eyes widened, “no I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean?”

“Its just with your rich parents and well your weight for another thing we feel as its just too much...stuff for this job requirement.”

“So you’re basically saying I’m too fat and rich for a small summer job?”

Heather tried not to laugh as the other kids in the office did. You rolled your eyes. “And all this walk and stuff, that was fake too I suppose.”

Heather couldn’t control herself. She bursted out laughing. “You’re totally right! And you fell for it!”

You tried your hardest not to let them get to you. Not to cry. But it was difficult. They embarrassed you, hurt your feelings, rejected you because of your weight and life. You felt like you could get nowhere with them. 

You smiled, “thank you for your time guys.”

“Whatever!” Heather waved you off. 

Billy on the other hand was furious. He knew what it mean to be treated differently and to be hurt. He wanted to stand up for you but he was scared he would lose his job. 

You walked away and Billy walked up to Heather. “Hey, why do you have to be so cruel?”

“Says the guy who literally bullys everyone. What makes y/n any different?”

“Maybe its because she’s not a b*tch. Like some people are.” Billy walked away to get back to work but he could not for the life of him stop thinking about you. You clouded his brain all day. 

You walked home. Thinking about all that was said to you today. You had high hopes of getting the job but now you didn’t know where to go. Crashing onto your bed you cried onto your pillow. Your mother was out shopping with a group of her rich friends and your father was helping the Mayor out with the 4th of July fair. They didn’t care how you felt that day. When someone hurt you. They only cared about themselves. 

Your phone rang and it was Nancy. You sniffled your tears, wiping your face, “hello Nance. Whats up?”

“Hey y/n oh my god you’re not going to believe it! I got a lead on the rats! Me and Jonathan went to go check it out at Mrs. Driscoll. She showed us her basement and all the fertilizer bags had holes in them from the rats. She said that maybe they had rabies and wanted us to notify the public but y/n when I got a good look at these rats it was not like the norm.”

“What do you mean?” You sat up.

“What I mean is that these rats were like having a convulsion. They were acting really strange. Like crazy, I’m gonna investigate more tomorrow and then maybe just maybe the guys at my work will actually take me seriously.”

“You show them! But be careful okay, I don’t want you or Jonathan to loose your jobs. Pursue this story your way.”

“Thanks. Hey what about you? How did things go for your lifeguard summer adventure? And what about Billy? Oh my god did he see you that? He probably had such a big boner-”

“Nancy!” You started to cry again. “I didn’t get the job.”

“What the h*ll do you mean? Do I have to smack a b*tch?”

You chuckled lightly, “no its nothing like that or what I mean is theres nothing you can do. I went in and they pranked me and called me names and pretty much made fun of me saying that I couldn’t work there because I was rich and fat.”

“So? Who the h*ll cares? Jesus, I hate people.”

“Me too, but never you.” You sighed. 

“You know what you do?”

“What Nancy? I tried everything-”

“You try again! Go tomorrow and wear their attire their red swimsuits and show them that you are not playing around. Make them see that you are the woman for the job. You are an amazing person y/n, show them and show Billy.”

You wiped your tears away and got the boost you needed. “You’re right Nance, thanks. I’m gonna keep trying until I have done all that I can.”

“Yeah and if not there is a new mall that you could work at and really anywhere. People would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Nancy. You always know how to make me feel better.” You hanged up the phone and got a good nights rest for the next day where you would try your hardest to achieve something you so badly wanted. 

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From Left Field

Fandom: Marvel (Single Parent AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: I just got back from taking my son to the park and I saw a guy there that reminded me of a chubby Bucky. Now I'm just imagining chubby Bucky falling for a mother. It would be the sweetest thing in the world and he would be such a wonderful stepdad! 

A/N: this is gonna be a 3 part series! that’s it! NO tags! (except for @cametobuyplums )

You walked with Mason, his tiny hand in yours, as you approached the playground. He was your little mini me, the love of your life. Sure, things didn’t work out with his dad, your ex, but it didn’t matter. You loved Mason with all that you had. 

“Mommy?” the four year old looked up at you with curiosity. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Can I go on the slides?”

“Of course, Mase. C’mon!” you excitedly tugged him towards the slides and he followed you excitedly, his adorable giggle reaching your ears and bringing a big smile to your face. 

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Bucky jogged around the park once more. This was, what, his sixth or seventh lap? He honestly wasn’t counting. He was exhausted but he needed to get rid of the weight he’s gained. He just-He just has to. 

With his headphones on and hoodie covering his head, he’s pushing through another lap. His body is aching and he’s sweating like crazy. You can do this, Bucky. You got this. He thinks to himself.

His eyes glance at the playground and then back on the path. But something catches his eye, better yet, someone. As he continues jogging by, he watches as you descend down a slide with a little boy on your lap. Your son perhaps. His giggles and the smile on your face causes him to smile at the sight. It’s a cute sight...a very cute one indeed. 

As if feeling his gaze on you, you look up and Bucky immediately looks away. He’s kind of happy that he’s so red and sweaty already, so you don’t know that his cheeks are actually heating up more from you catching him. 

Just pay attention on jogging, Bucky. 

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About thirty minutes go by and you’re pushing Mason on the swings now. Every time he comes your way, you tickle him and he’s laughing as he swings away. 

“Stop it, mommy! It tickles!”

“That’s why I keep doing it!” you wiggle your fingers towards him and he squeals, trying to escape the torturous tickles. 

Rrring! Rrring! “Ice creeeaam!” a man with an ice cream cart yells. 

Mason’s eyes widen and he looks at you, “Ice cweam, mommy! Can we get ice cweam?!”

You chuckle at your excited little boy, “Of course, baby.” you help him off the swing and he bolts over to the ice cream cart, with you rushing after him. 

He’s bouncing excitedly as he looks at the options on the cart. Then he spots one, “Ninja Turtle! Ninja Turtle!”

“That’s what you want, buddy?” he nods and you smile at the man, “Hi. Can I get a ninja turtle and a choco taco please?” the man tells you the price and you hand him the money. He then gives you the Ninja Turtle popsicle and you open it, handing it off to mason.

“Yay!” 

“Mason, what do you say?”

“Tenk yooouu!” he says to the man and immediately chomps into the popsicle. You snort at your son’s savagery. As soon as Mason turns around, he bumps into someone and then drops his popsicle, “Oh no! Mommy!” 

You look up after putting away your wallet and rush over to Mason, “Oh sweetie, you gotta be careful!”

You look up and your eyes meet striking blue ones. You clear your throat and give a shy smile, “I’m sorry about my son,” you look at his hoodie and see a stain Mason’s popsicle left, “And your hoodie.”

The man gulps and shakes his head, “N-No, it’s, uh, it’s my fault.” he waves his phone in his hand, “Wasn’t looking.”

You shrugged, “Nonetheless, I’m sorry.” you run your hand through Mason’s hair, “Whaddaya say, buddy?”

Mason looks up at the man with teary eyes, “I’m sowwy, mister.”

The man crouches down to be eye level with your son, a soft smile on his lips, “Hey, it’s alright, buddy. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going. What’s your name?” 

Your son rubs his eye, “Mason.”

The man nods and then looks down at the pavement to the now melting Ninja Turtle popsicle, “How ‘bout I get you a new one, Mason? Would you like that?”

You immediately step forward, “Oh! That’s alright! I could just-”

He shakes his head, “No, no. I’ll get him a new one since it’s my fault his is on the ground now.” he shoots you a smile and walks over to the ice cream man. You watch as he hands over the money and accepts the popsicle, thanking the man and heading back your way. 

You quickly take notice of the man’s handsome face, toned legs, and chubby stomach. He was quite the looker. 

He smiles widely and hands Mason the popsicle, “Here ya go, buddy!” 

Mason immediately smiles, snatching the frozen treat of out the man’s hand, “Thank you!”

You help him open it up and hand it back to him. Mason, once again, chomping into the popsicle. You snort and then look back at the man, “You really didn’t need to do that. Thank you...”

“Bucky.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He shrugged, “It’s no problem...”

“Oh! Y/N! Sorry, I’m Y/N!” you extend your hand out and he shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You and your husband are great parents. Mason’s a good kid.”

You nod, “Thanks, but I’m not married. Or dating. Just me and Mason, but it’s okay. The single parent thing ain’t all that bad. Staying at home eating mac and cheese and coloring on while your friends are out having fun on Friday nights? Great!” you exclaim sarcastically, making Bucky chuckle, “But seriously,” you rest your hand on Mason’s head, “I don’t really mind it. I love this lil’ booger to death.”

Bucky smiles fondly as Mason, who is in his own little world with just him and his Ninja Turtle popsicle, “Yeah. I don’t know you, but I could tell you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

He then bites his lip in hesitation, suddenly rocking back and forth on his feet, “Um, sorry, if this is a bit random, but, uh, would you like to go out for coffee or lunch sometime? I just-I don’t know. I’d like to get to know you.”

“Oh, um,” you look down at Mason, who’s still not paying attention to anything but the popsicle and then at Bucky, “I’m not really looking to date right now, Bucky. My ex and I-”

Bucky shook his head, “No, no. It doesn’t even have to be a date or anything. We could just chat and get to know each other as friends. IF you’re comfortable with that.” he adds. 

You tilt your head to the side thinking about it and then you smile, “Yeah. Actually, I’ll take you up on that offer. I need more friends anyway.”

Bucky’s face lights up, “Great! Uh,” he pulls out his phone, “Shall we swap numbers?”

“Right! Of course!” you pull out your own phone, unlocking it and handing it to Bucky. With his in hand, you enter in your phone number and hand it back to him. You then accept yours after he’s done the same, “Well, thank you, again, Bucky for getting Mason a new popsicle.”

He shrugged, “Again, no problem.” he crouches down and looks at Mason, “Hey, Mason. It was nice meeting you. Can I get a high five?”

Mason smiles and high fives Bucky with a sticky green hand. You snicker as Bucky stands up and wipes his hand on his shorts, “Should’ve seen that comin’.”

You nod, “Yeah. You should’ve.” you then ask Mason, “What do you say to Bucky for the popsicle?”

“Tenk you, Bucky!”

“You’re welcome, Mason.” he nods at the four year old and then nods at you, “So just call or text me to let me know whenever you’re free. I’m free most afternoons, so any day should really be fine.”

“I’m usually free Friday through Sunday.”

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you grin and watch as Bucky says good-bye to Mason one last time, giving a little wave. Mason waves, melted parts of his popsicle flying off. You snort, “Alright, buddy. After you finish your popsicle, we’re gonna go home and give you a bath, m’kay?”

“Okay, mommy!”

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Bucky was practically skipping when he entered the apartment that he shared with his friend Sam. Sam easily took notice of Bucky’s good mood.

“What’s got you all happy and skippy?”

Bucky plops himself onto the couch beside Sam, “I got someone’s number today.”

Sam scoffed, “Dude, no way.”

“I’m serious! Her name is Y/N, she’s so beautiful, and she has a kid-”

“YOU GOT A MILF’S NUMBER?!”

Bucky smacked Sam on the head, “Don’t call her a MILF! That’s disgusting, man!”

Sam frowned as he rubbed his head, glaring at Bucky, “What, so you don’t wanna fuck her?”

He looked at him with disbelief, “Can you quit talking about her like that? And it’s not that I don’t-”

“So you did meet a MILF!”

“Sam, I’m warning you. Quit calling Y/N a MILF!”

“Fine! Okay! Jeez! Go on.” 

Bucky settled and got comfortable on couch, “As I was saying: I met Y/N at the park and I bumped into her son, Mason, and he dropped his popsicle. So I bought him a new one and her and I started talking and eventually, I got her number.”

“So you gonna ask her on a date?”

Bucky sighed, “It won’t be a date, per se, she’s not looking to be with anyone right now.”

Sam grimaced, “Yikes.”

“I know, but, I mean, I still wanna get to know her, ya know? She seemed really sweet, kind, a good mom. Her son’s really great too.”

Sam shook his head, “This sounds bad, man. I don’t think you should get caught up in some woman who’s not looking to date and has a kid. You’re just gonna end up getting hurt.”

“It’s not like that, Sam. She seems nice! And you said I needed to make new friends anyway!”

He shrugged, “Whatever, Bucky. I warned you.”

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Two days later is when you got a text from Bucky in the late evening. 

Bucky: Hey, Y/N. It’s Bucky.

Bucky: Wait. You already knew that.

Bucky: Sorry, I’m dumb.

Bucky: Anyway, I’m texting you right now because I just got to work and looked at my schedule. I’m free next Friday and Saturday. Are either of those days okay with you?

You looked at the time and saw that it was nearing midnight. You were confused.

You: Wait. It’s midnight and you just got into work?

Bucky: Yeah. I’m a security guard Brooklyn Hospital. Graveyard shift.

You: Oh. That makes sense.

You: And Saturday is a better day for me to get a babysitter. So that day will work. 

Bucky: Great! How about we meet up Maximoff’s Cafe in Queens?

You: Actually, that’s perfect! One of my babysitters is from there, so I could probably just drop Mason off there!

Bucky: Awesome! I’ll see you then. ;)

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“Why did I put a winky face?!” Bucky quietly hissed at himself from the check-in desk in the lobby. He meant to just put a regular smiley face, “Now she’s gonna think you’re trying to date her?!”

Thus began Bucky’s internal anxious monologue.

She said she wasn’t looking to date anyone, Bucky! You fucked up!

But maybe if she knows you’re interested, she’ll eventually change her mind about dating. Woo her. Make her swoon. Show her that you’re worthy for her and Mason.

Dude...no. Respect her decision to not being open to date right now! Just get to know her in a friendly way and that’s it! 

You: I’ll see you then! ;D

Oh shit...she put a winky face and an open mouth smiley face! She totally wants to bang you. 

Can you just..shut up?

I’m trying to help him get laid! Not many women like to go for the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man!

Low blow, man...low blow.

Bucky groans and lets his head fall onto the desk in frustration. 

[thehomierobbstark]

Shame: Kissing Strangers [Prelude]

Kissing Strangers [Part 1] // Communication [Part II] //  In the Cut [Side Story]

A/N:  A request was made for a development between our favorite couple in part 1 of Kissing Strangers, but I decided to actually take it back a step and do a prelude.  I also listened to Summer Walker’s Shame when I wrote this, not a direct reflection of the song but it was a big inspiration for it. Unsure if there will be more of this series(?) but please don’t hesitate to give me any feedback on whether you liked this addition or not! ❤️ always

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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As the car rolls to a stop against the curb, you can hear the gears shift into park, the engine shutting off with a soft *click*.  You pull your eyes from the window, turning from the dark outside world to face the person you’d spent all evening with.

After dinner, your friend Rashad had dropped you off with his friend Erik as his house, him offering to drive you back to your place since you lived close and Rashad didn’t.

You both had shared a pretty fun night, especially considering it was your first time meeting him, so you didn’t see the harm in having him drive you a few blocks to your place.  Worse case scenario, if he turned out to be a psycho, you would just have to duck and roll out of the car and walk yourself the rest of the way home.

Everything was going fine until the moment he’d helped you up into his tall ’95 Ford Bronco, and his hands latched onto your waist to securely hold onto you until you were seated.  He’d even gone as far as buckling you in, too, muttering something about the seatbelt being ‘tricky on this side’ as he pulled the strap across your chest.

You would have paid more attention to what he was saying except your eyes were locked onto the gold chain that hung from around his neck, and the small muscles resting atop his shoulders that you could see peeking through the neck hole of his shirt, distracting you a little.

Your mind only came back to you after you heard the seatbelt click into place, and when he pulled back to give you one last once over, his eyes hovered on your lips for a second too long, and you swore you could hear a tiny little groan escape his mouth as he licked his lips.

After that, you’d completely clammed up, not saying anything, and the both of you drove to your house in complete silence.  All you could think about on the way back was how you’d acted that night with him and the things you’d said, your mind playing a constant loop of the memories over and over again in your head.

Did you… miss something?

Surprised wouldn’t exactly be the right word to describe how you were feeling (you were hot, he was… foinee… it made sense).  

Shocked would have probably better encompassed your response, though, because you truly didn’t see that coming.  Especially not from someone like him.  

You’d never been so blatantly hit on before, so you really weren’t sure what to do in this situation.

Like every other girl, you’d unfortunately experienced the gross catcalling or lame ass pickup lines weird ass dudes tried to spit at you, but not much past that.

So for Erik to be so forward with what he clearly was feeling for you… you weren’t prepared for that.

Clearing your throat, you start.

“Erik-”

“Y/N-”

You both speak at the same time, words overlapping each others.

“Sorry,” he weakly chuckles, clearing his throat.  “You first.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt, shifting his body towards you and giving you his undivided attention.  His brown eyes look so warm and comforting, and the way he’s looking at you makes your insides do somersaults.

Nah, you can’t do this.

“Erik I don’t think we should-”

“Go out on a date with me.”  Instead of overlapping this time, his words cut yours off, and your mouth hangs open from your unfinished sentence.

Your stuck, brain trying to digest the words you just heard.

He closes his eyes, a slow smile spreading on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you again but I got nervous.”  He sheepishly admits, dimples creasing at the corners of his cheeks.  

You still don’t say anything yet, and his eyes drift off somewhere as your words finally register in his ears, and his brows furrow together.

“Wait… you don’t think we should what, Y/N?”

There’s a mixture of confusion and worry on his face, and your poor little mind starts to panic.

“Uhh…nothing! Nothing at all. Good chat. Bye.”  

You pop open the door, struggling to scramble out of the car so you could run away from this conversation.  You didn’t have his number and you don’t remember telling him your last name, so if you got away now you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to track you down on social media later.

Your flared anxiety had given you a serious case of tunnel vision, and if your mind wasn’t racing a mile a minute, you would have realized that the reason you struggled to get out of the vehicle was because your seatbelt was still on.

The car door opens up all the way and you look up to see Erik standing in front of you, a tired but uncomplaining expression on his face.  You didn’t even know he’d gotten out of the car.

He reaches over you to un-click your seatbelt, and after you work your way out of it he extends that same hand, waiting for you to take it.

“C’mon,” he whispers to you softly, and you place your hand in his, stepping out of the car.  

Instead of walking you up the driveway to the front door like you were expecting, he pulls you over to the sidewalk, linking his fingers with yours as you begin walking down the street in the opposite direction of your house.

Summer was coming to a slow close and the warm dewy air felt nice against your exposed skin, appreciative of the sweater knit crop top and shorts you’d chosen for the outing.

His warm hand also felt nice against yours, and even though your body was still vibrating a little with the energy from your anxiety spike, your soft in sync steps against the pavement helped you to focus on the repetition and calm your nerves.

You were about halfway down the block now of the quiet neighborhood, Erik’s eyes roaming over the houses on both sides of the street.

You knew that the owners of the house on the corner were elderly and kept to themselves, so when you got to it you pulled Erik to sit down with you on the ledge in front of their raised lawn.

You were fidgeting again, but you were determined to get what you felt off your chest, refusing to chicken out again.

He’d shown a surprising amount of patience and understanding so far.  You hoped it lasted just a little while longer.

Once you were seated you dropped his hand, gripping the edge of the ledge as you lifted yourself to scoot back to a comfortable position, looking down at your dangling legs.  It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you begin.

“I umm… I didn’t mean to get so skittish on your like that just then,” you angle a thumb back in the direction you came from.  “You just caught me off guard is all.”

You laugh a little awkwardly, trying to bring some humor and lightheartedness back into the conversation like how it’d been earlier in the night.

“It’s okay,” he laughs lightly with you.  “I did just kind of spring it on your out of nowhere, my bad.”

His attention was towards the ground too, focused on one of the cracks in the sidewalk his large foot was repeatedly covering and uncovering.  You were grateful his eyes weren’t on you.  His engaged stare could get a little intense for you sometimes.

“It’s cool,” you breathe out, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he didn’t seemed freaked out by your earlier weirdness.

“I haven’t been nervous like this since, like, high school, if you can believe it.” You sneak a glance up at him and see the bottom lip he was biting being pulled free by the cute little smile that takes over his face.

“Yeah?” He lifts his head up, those engaged eyes of his locking with yours, and suddenly it doesn’t seem so intense anymore.  “I’m nervous too.”

Before you can catch yourself you snort a laugh, your eyes crinkling in the corners as a hearty little giggle follows.

“You’re nervous? You? What do you have to be nervous about?!”  You give him a kind of bewildered look, not even believing for a second that this gorgeous man in front of you had butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

“Yes I’m nervous,” he chuckles matter-of-factly, his ears getting a little red with their increased temperature.  His next words are so low you’re not really sure if you hear them correctly.

“I’m sitting in front of some strangers house talking to the super cute girl I’ve been trying to flirt with all night.  Who still, by the way, hasn’t answered my question from earlier.  So, yeah, I think I’m allowed to be a little bit nervous.  Don’t you?”

You’re stuck again, face wiped clean of all traces of humor and teasing while his words penetrate your mind, and you feel a little prick at the corners of your cheeks as you blush.

“Oh.”  

Oh?  This man just confessed that he’d been trying to get at you all night and all you can say is oh?  If you could slap yourself right now you would, except you’re still frozen in place, nothing but the dopey little smile sitting on your lips.

Taking a moment, you try, and fail, to morph your face back into a neutral expression, but when you realize you’re unable to you try your luck at words instead.

“You know, I feel as though I should warn you.  I’ve never actually been on a date before.”  Your heart skips a beat at your own confession, but for once it’s not in anxiety.  It’s in excitement.

It’s his turn now to look bewildered, which he exaggerates a little by mockingly holding a hand up to his chest.

“Wait. Hold up. You’ve never been on a date before?  Like, at all?” His eyebrows are damn near on his forehead, and you giggle, amused by his reaction.

“No, I haven’t.”

He fixes you with a curious look, his head tilted to the side like a puppy.

“Can I ask why?”

You chew at your lip, mulling it over in your mind while you genuinely take a moment to think about your answer.

Normally whenever people found out that you’d never been in a relationship or had sex before, you always felt judged and pressured, like you were nothing more than just some uptight prude.  

So you’d always lie and say you were saving yourself for marriage, finding that people seemed to respect your persecution for religious virtue more than they did your need to take things slow.

But when Erik asked, you didn’t feel any of that.

“I guess I just haven’t found anyone worth dating yet.” You shrugged, and when your eyes drifted back up to his, he smiled, looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt.

“Well, I hope that you find them one day.”

You drop your eyes back down to your legs again and slide your hand over on the rough brick ledge, linking your pinky with his and giving it a light squeeze.

“Yeah, me too.”

You don’t see it, but you can hear him sniff a little laugh besides you, making you grin hard enough to bite the inside of your cheek for a little relief, and you feel him give your finger a squeeze back.

Minutes that feel like hours stretch on underneath the starry moonlit sky, and you share nothing else but silence and understanding between the two of you as you sit and enjoy the moment together.

The headlights of a small sedan flood the pavement with its bright lights as it turns the corner onto your street, washing over the both of you.

You hop down off the ledge, brushing yourself off and turning to him.

“We should probably keep going before it gets too late,” you say, remembering the tons of errands you had to run tomorrow for your grandma and the basketball game Erik mentioned earlier he had to go to.

Rounding the block, you look at more houses together and talk about the neighborhoods you grew up in, your pinkies finding themselves wrapped around each other again along the way.

“Wowww, an Oakland boy all the way down here in L.A.  So how do you like it compared to the Bay?”  You’d been to Oakland a few times in your childhood (well, Concord more specifically), and although you were young, you’d immediately noticed that the entire vibe of the NorCal area seemed far more laid back and relaxed than the constant on-the-go lifestyle you’d grown accustomed to in your own jam packed city.  You wondered if he liked the transition.

“Well, I actually had just started high school by the time I moved, and the first thing I noticed when I got here…”  His voice trails off a little at the end, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation at him, prompting him to finish.

“…well, y’all conceited as fuck.”

You laugh loudly at the admission, covering your mouth after remembering you were outside, and he joins in your laughter.  You certainly couldn’t disagree with that statement.  It was definitely one of the many things you’d disliked growing up in the popular city, and it seemed like no matter where you went you couldn’t get away from hearing at least something about Los Angeles.

In your city’s defense, even though a lot of the natives couldn’t seem to stop thinking the world revolved around them, endless amounts of media outlets, pop culture, and global communities couldn’t seem to stop talking about L.A. either.  It was a double edged sword no matter what.

“I’ll totally give you that one.  But let’s not also act as if Bay Area niggas aren’t super snobby either.  Y’all stay on y’all weird hipster grind and corny ass fashion,” you poke fun at him, mostly being sarcastic.  Considering your own city always tried to reinvent fashion every other week, you really had no room to talk.

“Hey hey, my ass know how to dress, okay,”  he puts his hands up still chuckling.  “Don’t be grouping me in with them other niggas,”

You step out in front of him, obnoxiously observing his fit to look for any flaws.  Putting a hand to your chin you give a low hum, nodding in concession as you take note of his plain white tee, black bomber jacket and denim washed jeans with his OG Air Force Ones, cuban link gold chain still hanging effortlessly around his neck.

You speak before your mouth has a chance to water, not wanting to stare at his fine form longer than necessary.

“Yeah, I guess you fly or whateva,” you shrug off, snickering as he playfully pushes you aside.

“Yeah, and I guess you not conceited or whateva either,” he comments, and you purse your lips, raising a brow.

“Iono, I wouldn’t speak so soon.” You joke, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him smirk.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.”

The both of you come to a stop in front of your house, finally having made it around the block.  He tries to make a move to walk you to the front door, but you stop him.

“It’s OK, right here is cool.  My parents installed cameras around the house and I know for a fact they nosy asses be looking.” You smile, shaking your head, and he kisses his teeth at you.

“Wassup? You embarrassed of ya boy or sum?” He teases you, flashing that radiant smile of his that lets you see his fronts, and you roll your eyes hard to keep yourself from swooning right then and there.

“Whatever, Stevens.  Are you gonna wish me a good night so I can go or what?”  You cross your arms and your legs with one foot over the other, keenly aware of that anxious feeling coming back over you making you want to roll yourself into a tight ball.  

Right as he opens his mouth to say something his phone buzzes in his pocket, making him breathe a small sigh as he reaches in to grab it.  Your phone buzzes in your purse too, and you slide it off your shoulder to fish it out.

You swipe the device open, being immediately directed to the new message.  At the top you see that it’s a new chat created by Rashad, sent to a bunch of unsaved numbers you don’t know and yourself.

‘Hey guys! Thanks for the fun night.  I think a few of us wanted to go check out a movie tomorrow night too.  Who’s down??’

“Looks like we’ve been invited out again,” Erik comments.

“Yeah, it does,” you respond, eyes scanning the end of the message for details.

“You in?”

You look up from your phone, making eye contact again with those warm brown eyes of his, and smile.

“Consider it a date.”

Biting his lip, he looks down at the ground, trying to hide the shy smile that tries to make an appearance.

“Aight, coo,”

He grabs your wrist and walks you over to the steps leading up to your front door, dropping it as he moves to stand in front of you.  You step up another level, making yourself tall enough to be almost eye level with him.

“Pick you up tomorrow at six?” He asks you, and you nod your head yes, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

He smiles again, this time not looking away, and his eyes fall over your face, landing on your lips.

Putting a finger under your chin, he lifts your face up a little, bending down to get closer to you.  He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip before sucking his own into his mouth, and his eyes flick up to yours.  Lifting his eyebrows with a twitch, he wordlessly asks for your permission, and you swallow, nodding your head again.

Cupping your face, he closes his eyes and brings his lips to yours, pressing them together gently for a sweet soft kiss.  You breath in deeply, your hand reaching out to steady yourself against his chest, your body feeling light and swaying a little.

After a blissful moment, he breaks the kiss, giving your bottom lip a slight nip before pulling away completely.

“See you then.” He whispers.  “Have a good night baby girl.”

He watches as you speechlessly gather yourself together long enough to adorably wave him an awkward goodbye, take yourself up the steps, and key yourself into your house, giving him one last lingering look.

As you cross the threshold of the front door, you close it behind you, leaning against it as you hear the Ford Bronco come to life outside.

To the sound of the rugged truck driving away, you press your face to your palms and let out a squeal of excitement against the sleeves of your sweater, with a smile so wide your face starts to ache.

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Warnings: CollegeBoi!Erik, SoftBoi!Erik, Fluff, Anxiety/Anxiousness

[aegyotrashcan]

Threesome | College!AU [smut]

a/n: ok so I know I sorta disappeared & there’s various reasons for that. but please accept this as my apology & ignore the rustiness v.v .. I haven’t written for a while lol so I know this isn’t the best but I’m hoping smut makes up for my absence!! u.u

Character(s): Vernon x Fem!Reader x Seungkwan Word count: 3737 Warnings: smut!! a lil bit of alcohol is mentioned but nothing excessive! that’s it basically ..

Seungkwan lets out a shaky laugh. “C’mon, don’t be a big baby!” But his smile is crooked and his eyes shine with nerves. There’s a slight smell of alcohol from his breath. From yours too. And Vernon’s, for that matter. No one was drunk but there was a buzz running through your veins.

All of you were nervous about this sudden turn of events.

Nervous but excited.

The night started out as a last minute get together at Vernon’s dorm. His roommate was gone for the weekend and he was bored, so you and Seungkwan called over. Others were invited as well but the rest were no shows. This left you three, with a bunch of alcohol, and nothing to do.

Which ultimately led to a weak attempt at playing Never Have I Ever but with three best friends, it wasn’t very exciting. The only shocking piece of information was when, for the first time ever, Vernon took a sip at the statement “Never Have I Ever had sex before.”

You and Seungkwan gaped in shock.

“What?!”

Sheepishly, Vernon smiles behind his glass. “Yeah, haha. Uh, it was at Coups’ last party, a few weeks back. I was pretty drunk but .. yeah.”

“Did it feel good?” you wonder.

The look Vernon shoots you is comical. “What kind of question is th - Yes, of course! It was fucking amazing - I mean .. I wish I at least knew her name but I don’t regret it.”

Seungkwan pulls a face. “You don’t know her name?”

“I was drunk!” Vernon defends. “Besides, you’re both virgins so you wouldn’t know what it’s like - how damn good it feels. Then you’d understand.”

You groan. “Oh no, you’re not turning into a fuckboy, are you?”

Snorting, Vernon takes another sip. “No, that was just a .. random event. I never knew I would do something like that but .. I still don’t regret it.”

“It was that good?”

Somehow, this back and forth curiousity turned into a pact. Vernon would prove how good sex felt and you and Seungkwan could experience pleasure, with someone you know cares for you. Drunken hookups don’t always end regret free like Vernon’s but with your best friends - What was there to regret?

“Don’t be a big baby,” Seungkwan repeats, trying to seem brave as you inched closer to Vernon. “You said you would show us. So you can’t back out.”

“I’m not backing out I - I just .. I’m about to see my best friends naked.” Vernon’s cheeks were pink, as he wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. “I mean, I’ve seen you both naked, like, from that time (Y/N) puked all over herself and we had to bathe her. Or that time I walked in on you jerking off.” He laughs at the memory, hands reaching out to rub up and down Seungkwan’s arms.

You edge closer too, to Vernon’s other side. Tentatively, you place your hand on Vernon’s thigh and he flinches a little, looking at your hand with a shy smile. “Ah, okay.” You start to rub your hand, trying to soothe his nerves just as he was trying to soothe Seungkwan’s.

“Can we kiss each other?” you wonder.

You three share a look of agreeance, no more words said as Vernon leans over to kiss your lips. You both smile, trying not to giggle. You feel someone rubbing your back and you immediately know it’s Seungkwan. The touch is so gentle, so comforting. Your tongue clumsily meets Vernon’s and when he moans a little, you realize your hand had ridden up. There’s no bulge, not yet, but you can feel the heat of his penis through his jean fabric.

Vernon pulls back, immediately pulling Seungkwan in for a kiss. It’s your turn to soothe Seungkwan’s nerves, brushing his hair back from his face.

Your heart is racing, thumping so loudly you’re sure even the boys can hear. But you’re so excited - nervous - but excited.

Seungkwan and Vernon finish kissing, pulling away with soft smiles, turning their hazy eyes on you. Vernon goes for your jaw, trailing kisses along it and down your neck. His lips were soft and gentle, hot breath tickling your skin. As he does this, Seungkwan kisses you.

His kiss is entirely different to Vernon’s.

It feels less sure, more tentative. But warm and gentle and exactly how you always imagined it would be. He pulls back to smile, brushing your hair behind your ear, then kisses you again.

Vernon pulls down your shirt as much as he could, to gain more access to your skin. He presses kisses to everywhere he could, his touch getting more firm and desperate. None of you were experts here. You didn’t have the experience to build up stamina and last a long time. So this type of contact got you three really tingling, feeling like every inch of you was on fire. The kisses turned desperate and touches turned needy.

You could barely wait any longer.

But you had to wait, even just a little bit more.

Tonight wasn’t just a quick fuck with someone at Coups’ party. Tonight was going to be so much more.

Vernon lifts your shirt up, exposing your chest and more of your skin. He explores even more of you, kissing every inch. Was it weird that he had fantasized about this before?

He knew he felt a bond towards you and Seungkwan, a really strong one, but never one that felt romantic. Maybe it was and he just never realized? Or maybe those fantasies were just the result of hormones? The only thing he was certain of was that he truly cared for his two best friends. And he wanted to make you both feel good, to show you two what pleasure felt like.

Still kissing you, Seungkwan rubs your chest, thumb flicking across your nipple. You flinch, giggling into the kiss. He laughs too, pinching your nipple as he had seen done so many times in porno's. Did you feel good? He hopes so, otherwise every porno had lied to him and he was just pinching your nipple like an idiot.

With your other nipple, Vernon decides to lick a tentative stripe over it. The more he licks, the harder your nipple grows and with both boys touching you like this, you can’t help but moan.

Seungkwan breaks the kiss, groaning. “Fuck, that sounded so hot.” His pupils are dilated and as he edges even closer, as close as possible, you feel a prominent bulge rub against your thigh. The nerves are wearing away, replaced with lust and desire. Unashamed, Seungkwan starts to rut against your thigh, leaning down to lick your nipple alongside Vernon.

With one hand, you stroked Seungkwan’s hair and the other tugged at Vernon’s shirt. He got the hint, pulling away to slip his shirt off. He looks expectantly at Seungkwan, who hesitates.

“You don’t have to,” you say, barely recognizing your own voice. It was deeper and huskier than usual, unlike you had ever heard yourself. You know how Seungkwan struggles with his body and if he’s not comfortable, then you’re not going to force him.

He knows this, he knows he can trust you both. So even though the thought scares him, he takes a deep breath and pulls his shirt over his head. Two sets of eyes bore into his shirtless body and he shies away.

“No, don’t be shy,” you say. Your hands run down his chest, over his bulge and back up to rest on his chest. “You’re so pretty.”

Seungkwan smiles bashfully.

Vernon leaves your side to fall behind Seungkwan, pulling him back onto his lap, chest to back. He starts to press kisses to the side of Seungkwan’s neck and his shoulders. Before tonight, you never imagined that Vernon would be this soft and romantic but then again, was it surprising after all? He looked like a frat boy but watched anime and sent you memes at 3 am. Maybe his tenderness wasn’t so surprising after all.

You crawl forward onto Seungkwan’s lap. His hands shakily grip your hips as you grind onto his growing bulge. One of Vernon’s hands slips between your bodies to play with Seungkwan’s nipples while his other hand fell on the small of your back, helping guide your rhythmic grinding. Seungkwan sighs in pleasure, head falling back onto Vernon’s shoulder. With his throat now exposed, you pressed kisses across it.

Shyness fading away, being replaced by lust, Seungkwan’s hands left your hips to grip your breasts, a little tightly but you rather liked it. The strong squeeze was an interesting contrast to the gentle touches you had been feeling, and it made you hiss in pleasure.

“Oh!” Seungkwan pulls back, “Sorry, I -”

“No, I like it,” you reassure. You return his hands to your chest, urging him to keep going. “If I don’t like something, I’ll ask you to stop. But otherwise, please don’t.”

Feeling encouraged, Seungkwan squeezed your breasts again, head falling forward to sink his teeth into the soft flesh. Your rhythm faltered, lost in the pain. But it was a good kind, the kind that made thinking impossible. Threading your fingers through Seungkwan’s hair, you try pulling his head even closer, urging him to not stop - please, don’t stop, it feels so good.

Noticing your response, Vernon leaves Seungkwan’s nipples to grip your hips, digging his nails in and guiding you to continue grinding. He led you mostly, since you kept getting lost in Seungkwan’s actions, his teeth sinking in all over your chest. Teeth marks and hickeys stained your breasts, collarbones and neck. It felt like you were being claimed, that you were Seungkwan’s and he was yours to take control and please you.

“Guys,” Vernon whispers, voice deep and husky. “We need condoms.”

You whimper when Seungkwan pulls away, making him smile. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, a promise of something more.

“Yeah,” he responds. “Go get them.”

He sits up so Vernon can leave, scurrying down the hall to return as quickly as possible. Seungkwan takes the time to inspect the marks he left on you, feeling smug and proud. He did that. The once chubby child who would trade Pokemon cards with you had made you whimper and whine, had marked you and made you feel good.

You kiss him again, tenderly cupping his cheeks.

“Are you nervous?” you ask.

He nods. “Only a little. I’m more excited.” He was fully erect and ready for release at this point. His nerves were still there but hidden behind his need for more physical contact. “Are you nervous?”

“Yeah. But excited too. I’m happy that it’s with you two.”

Vernon returns, holding the condom packets up victoriously. He was glowing, covered in a light sheen of sweat as he dropped to his knees, giving you both a once over.

“You guys sure about this?”

Without hesitation, you both nod.

“Who first?”

“Seungkwan,” you respond. You felt how hard he was, how he was unable to wait any longer. He looks grateful, gently removing you from his lap to look expectantly at Vernon.

Vernon takes his hand, leading him to the couch. Seungkwan lays down and pulls his jeans off, throwing them aside. You sit next to the couch, brushing Seungkwan’s damp hair back and kissing every inch of his face. He giggles, feeling Vernon lift his legs and a wet finger prod his entrance.

“Can I?” Vernon asks.

“Yeah, sure.”

There’s no resistance with the first finger, or even the second. Vernon suspects that Seungkwan’s experimented with this before, conjuring an image of his best friend fingering his ass and playing with himself. It’s a beautiful image that he stores for later, wanting to focus on the present moment instead.

With the third finger comes a little difficulty. Seungkwan doesn’t wince or show any displeasure but Vernon feels the tightening around his fingers. You continue to kiss him, feeling your lips swell but not caring.

Vernon is gentle and takes his time, making sure Seungkwan is as ready as possible.

“You still sure about this?” he asks once more, slipping the condom on and readying himself at Seungkwan’s entrance.

“Absolutely.”

Slowly, he pushes in. Seungkwan is tight and grips him, making every inch he slid in feel like he was tearing his friend apart. Seungkwan’s face contorts and you kiss every inch, hoping to distract him. Once fully in, Vernon waits, leaning down to press tender kisses to Seungkwan’s chest.

“It’s not too bad,” Seungkwan announces, but you feel like he’s mostly saying this to not scare you. “It just feels .. weird.” He laughs breathily.

“Can I ask you something?” you say to him, hoping you won’t come across as rude. It’s something you’ve always fantasied about and although you’ve been squeezing your legs together, it’s not enough to satisfy the burning in your stomach.

He nods.

“Can I, um, sit on your face?” The words feel awkward in your mouth.

Nodding, Seungkwan gives you a kiss. “Of course.”

Slipping your trousers off, you ungracefully climb onto the couch that was not meant for three people. Or threesomes, for that matter. It squeaked and creaked in protest. Seungkwan wastes no time in pulling you down, tongue tentatively licking at your entrance.

You squeal at the new feeling, grabbing onto the couch for support. “Wait, oh gosh - It’s ..” Your core was so hot that Seungkwan’s tongue felt almost cold against you. And wet and slimy.

“You like it?” Vernon asks.

“Yeah, no, well yes but - It feels ..” You can’t describe the sensation. You like it but it’s also so weird and so new. Seungkwan tries his hardest to remember what he’s seen in porn, how to move his tongue and so on. And finds that he can’t remember. Out of all the pornos he’s watched, very few focused on eating girls out. He worries he’s bad and tries to pull you down more, as close as possible, for full access to your core.

“Can I taste her?” Vernon asks but doesn’t wait for an answer. You scoot back when he leans down and captures Seungkwan’s lips in a kiss. Seungkwan’s chin is shiny with your juices and Vernon licks everything, beginning to slowly move his hips. It’s still tight inside but he hopes to distract Seungkwan and make this as easy as possible.

“You can go faster,” Seungkwan mumbles into the kiss.

So Vernon does, only a little. Once he senses no discomfort from Seungkwan, his pace increases a little more. The feeling of friction is unusual but the more Vernon thrusts, the more Seungkwan feels a fire lighting in his stomach.

Vernon breaks away from the kiss, bringing you back to sit on Seungkwan’s face.

The atmosphere is comfortable and hot, the air feeling suffocating but in the best way possible. You feel a knot forming in your stomach, leading you to grind on Seungkwan’s tongue. This encourages him to try even harder, seeing it as a sign of a job well done. The more you move, the harder he sucks at your clit and the harder Vernon thrusts, the more Seungkwan moans.

“Fuck,” Vernon hisses, eyes drinking in the image before him.

You’re the first to cum, knot growing so tight that it just snapped and you came with a gasp, shaking and gripping onto the couch for dear life. Seungkwan slurps as much as he can, until you’re too sensitive and have to push him away.

As you take a moment to breathe, to come back to Earth, Seungkwan cums, desperately tugging at his dick until thick, white ropes decorate his stomach. He whines, a long and drawn out sound that’s music to your ears.

Vernon follows quickly, having barely lasted as long as he did, with the wonderful view of you both that he got. You three take a moment to gather yourselves.

“Fuck,” you say.

Pulling out, Vernon slips the condom off and disappears to throw it in the bin. When he returns, he sits down and shoots you a crooked smile. “Do you want to try as well or ..?” He’s talking about penetration, but saying the word outloud is somehow awkward.

“Yeah,” you respond. “With Seungkwan.”

Dreamily, Seungkwan says, “Me?” He sits up, looking at you with glassy eyes and a soft smile. “Really? But I don’t think I’ll be good - I - I don’t know what to do.”

You brush his hair back. “Neither do I. But it’s okay.”

“I’ll get another condom, hold on,” Vernon says, getting up once more. During this entire night, he’s led the way. You felt safe under his guidance, with his brown puppy eyes and caring words.

You decide to sit on Seungkwan’s lap, so you can kiss him and whisper, “Tell me the truth. Was it really sore?”

“I think it’s too different for girls for me to even guess but for me, anyway, it did hurt. But it wasn’t unmanageable. And what replaces that - the pleasure, it’s better than my hand and porn could ever do.”

As you laugh, Vernon returns and jokes, “What’s so funny? Hope you’re not making any dick jokes about me.”

“Oh, we are,” Seungkwan replies. “I never knew a baby carrot could feel so good.”

“Thanks for the compliment,” Vernon winks.

With instruction from Vernon, Seungkwan roles the condom on as you lay back, him settled between your legs. Vernon sits by your head, stroking your hair and giving encouragement.

This was not at all how you imagined loosing your virginity. But you knew you wouldn’t regret this night. You felt safe with these two idiot best friends of yours. And your love for them was teetering on the thin line between friendship and romance. You knew it was the same for the boys. A long time ago, your friendship had become something more but it’s nothing to worry about now. You have more pressing matters to focus on right now.

“You ready?”

Seungkwan’s tip is poked at your entrance, his eyes gazing into yours for any uncertainty.

“Just put it in, idiot,” you reply and he relaxes, rolling his eyes with a smile. “You look even more nervous than me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you -”

“I want you to be my first. The pain is only temporary, until we can get to the good part.” Reaching up, you pull him down into an embrace and he slips inside, forehead pressed against yours.

Your reaction is different to his.

While Seungkwan could grit and bare it, you wince and feel an uncomfortable and heavy pressure in your stomach. A whine escapes you and the guilt in Seungkwan’s eyes makes you refuse to let any other whines escape.

“That bad?” Vernon asks.

“It’s fine,” you respond, a clear lie. “It’s not as bad as I expected. Falling out of that tree and breaking my leg was worse.”

“You cried for the entire day,” Vernon remembers, laughing. “At least you’re not crying now.”

“I wouldn’t be able to handle you crying,” Seungkwan admits. He leans up on his elbows, nudging your nose with his own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you reply. “It’ll get better.”

Seungkwan stays still, until he’s truly positive that he can start moving. And as he pulls out, he does so slowly and carefully. Patience is not usually his forte but this is different.

He repeats this until, yes, you still feel a little discomfort, but not enough to warrant this snails pace.

“You can go faster,” you tell him.

And tentatively, he does.

It felt like only a second between you feeling discomfort and then suddenly - pleasure. You moan, tightening your arms around Seungkwan.

“Go faster.”

He picks up his pace, feeling less and less resistance as your juices and the lubed condom help him slide in and out. You’re tight and so hot around him and although he’s sad you were in pain, that feels like a distance memory as you pant and moan in his ear.

“Can I ..?” you hear, as Vernon sits up and tilts your head sideways, his hard dick coming into your line of vision.

Without bothering to answer, you open your mouth and he understands, bringing his dick to your lips. You feel the hot weight of his member on your tongue right before the flavour hits you. His member didn’t have one but his precum was musky and strange. Not bad but just ... strange.

At that moment, Seungkwan starts to thumb your clit.

Between Vernon in your mouth and Seungkwan thrusting rhythmically into you, you knew you wouldn’t last. You let out loud moan that lets them know too.

“Feels good?” Vernon asks, tenderly stroking your hair.

You moan around his girth, desperately grinding up to meet Seungkwan’s thrusts. You feel hot and sweaty but don’t care as you continue to barrel towards the edge, making noises you never imagined.

“You feel good too?” Vernon asks Seungkwan.

They make eye contact and the look on Seungkwan’s face says it all.

“’m close,” he stutters.

You mumble something around Vernon’s length that they interpret as agreeance. The knot forms once more and as you approach your orgasm, still sensitive from your first, the second hits you even harder. You spasm and your moans are barely quietened by the dick in your mouth. Somewhere in your delirious state, the two boys find release. Vernon pulls away to cum on his palm and Seungkwan into the condom, buried deep inside you.

It takes you three a while to come back down.

Deliriously, you sat up and met their glazed over eyes.

“Sleep?” you mumble.

“Sleep,” they agree.

As you drifted off that night, nestled in between the two boys you grew up with, you briefly thought over what had happened. Your friendship had changed, that was for sure. But it had been slowly changing for years. Somewhere, in the transition from kids to teens and adults, the relationship morphed into something more and that - that was a discussion for another day.

“Night, guys,” you whisper.

You feel Vernon press a kiss to your temple. “Night.”

There’s no response from Seungkwan and you both share a laugh at the realization he’d already passed out. Tonight had been tiring for everyone, it seems.