#i only recently told a friend i was way too high to move instead of haha yeah-ing myself out of the situation

[meatheadmutt]

Being an addict while simultaneously being afraid of anyone seeing you intoxicated is a fuckin trip

[giselleloversclub]

NCT SMAU REC

MARK LEE :

Cryptic crush @jji-lee

Fuckboy mark x fem reader

are you looking for something deeper than just superficial romance? of course you are! sm university presents : cryptic crush the only on campus app that is 100% anonymous. sign up now and we'll randomly pair you with someone ready to chat! who knows? they might be the one...

I WANNA FUCK MARK LEE @luvyeni

Idol mark x YouTuber reader

in which a clip of you goes viral in ncity twt and it gains the attention of mark lee ( the center of the tweet ) — and all he can think is 'why saying chenles' cute friend saying she wants to fuck him?'

Personal fav

WHEN YOU SMILE @svnnw

Mark x fem reader

Fake dating au

after barely passing your recent exam you're now desperately looking for someone to tutor you so your friends wouldn't worry about you and your grades.

or in which you find yourself making a deal with mark lee, a top students who seeks for your help. mutual benefit right?

DOWN BAD @hyuckswoman

musicmajor!mark x fem!reader

in which a random business major finds herself joining a random music class not knowing the guy she had been fawning over attended it aswell.

Maybe after all her efforts he’ll finally notice her? After all this was the IT guy mark lee, what else could she have done but fall in love with him?

I GOT MY ION YOU @chenlesfavorite

Tutor mark x fem reader

you’ve failed yet another chemistry exam, high chances are you’re gonna have to retake the entire class next year and miss out on almost all school breaks due to studying and fixing your bad grades, and that is until your trusty friend suggests a tutor to you.

LOST IN TRANSLATION @spiderm444rk

business major! mark x fem journalism major! reader

you, as the promising journalism student of NCUT, were more than willing to join the school magazine when you got offered. to your disappointment, the only section they let you have is the anonymous confessions one - which is mostly really, really boring. i mean, who even posts any cool confessions nowadays ? especially in a damn college magazine? they only offered you the job no one else wanted.

on the other hand, mark, a business student, was never more annoyed with the choice of his major. sure, business is cool and hopefully it'll earn him money, but it's not something he could really get into. he always wanted to do music. but after long considering, he chose business instead, to make sure he gets a real job in the future. and he doubts that choice was correct more and more every day.

once the school band announces they're looking for a new guitarist, he's absolutely ready to apply until he reads the music students only part. pissed off, he starts typing a message to the ge, but it ends up going to a different number - and you finally get to help some poor random stranger who confessed with something interesting.

DREAM BOYFRIEND INCOMING @wonbin-truther

College student mark x fem reader

it wasnt your fault mark was the first profile to appear on your instagram! and it was most definitely not your fault when you told your annoying older cousins that mark lee, the captain of your unis soccer team, was your boyfriend and somehow got him invited to the next family reunion ...

DEAL OR NO DEAL ? @yutarot

Basketball player mark x Drummer reader

when you and your best friend mark realise the severity of your shared single-dom, you make a bet with each other that the first person to get in a relationship wins. what happens when the bet gets pushed a little too far? and who will be there to stop it?

OLD BLOODHOUNDS @mvrkieboo

College student mark x college student reader

You and Mark go all the way back to your childhood years, getting to know each other through your older brother. When you were both just 15 years old, you made a choice that broke your brother's heart, and you were dead to Mark Lee ever since. You never got to reconcile with him as you moved away.

Now, you meet again in your college years, and Mark is noticing there's some weird things about you. First of all, are you a sugar baby?

FRONT ROW @beomqu

Guitarist mark x college student reader

it is a habit of y/n to attend ENCT's festival every year and this year isn't any different. while enjoying the festival and waiting for her friend's favourite artist to perform they stand in front row of a band they have never seen before.

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HUANG RENJUN

MUSE TO MUSE @404tytrack

Art student Renjun x fem reader

in which the art and photography departments pair up students for a collaborative project, & the art to your photography is renjun. the prompt: earth's beauty. with differing opinions on how to do the project, will you & renjun be able to work together & get a good grade?

MESSENGER @dojunie

College student Renjun x fem reader

Stranger to lover au

YOU FIND A PHONE NUMBER WRITTEN ON THE MIRROR OF THE SULIM LIBRARY'S SECOND FLOOR BATHROOM. It's scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was 'SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.'

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LEE JENO

HOT TO GO @sungiejpg

Idol jeno x aespa stylist fem reader

being aespa’s stylist is an easy and a lovely job, that’s what yn thought until she met Jeno by mistake. She now finds him scary

TWIN FLAME @justalildumpling

College student Jeno x fem reader

Stranger to lover au

chenle was convinced that his two introverted friends were destined for each other so what does he do? bribe them to text each other of course ⎯ or alternatively, when jeno started to fall for an anonymous mutual friend of chenle's

Personal fav

FIDING CINDERELLA @justalildumpling

Jeno x fem reader

it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

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LEE HAECHAN

AT MIDNIGHT @svnnw

Non idol Haechan x fem reader

after y/n's boyfriend broke up with her, all her friends tried to distract her by sneaking into a college party not knowing she was going to find new friendships and possibly a new relationship.

Personal fav

SHE’S THE MAN @yutarot

Gamer Haechan x gamer fem reader

after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college won’t let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before he’s about to start at a new college, where not even NCU’s e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? there’s only one problem, your brother’s crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?

BLOOMING HEARTS @jji-lee

Flower shop owner Haechan x fem reader

Enemies to lover au

a new flower shop has opened up in front of your dorm housing and has been creating problem after problem for you. now you and shop owner, lee haechan have an ongoing feud that neither of you are willing to put to rest. as the weather cools and the flowers wither away maybe something else will begin to bloom between you two…

or alternatively, your battle against a ridiculously attractive flower shop owner (spoiler you lose)

ONE NIGHT ONLY @mrkified

College student Haechan x fem reader

three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so — why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?

DIVINE TIMING @v1si0n

College student Haechan x fem reader

you confessed to your longtime crush, donghyuck, back in high school because you figured you guys would never see each other again. you begin to question your faith in the universe when you run into him on a rainy tuesday night, and you start seeing him every day after.

BAD IDEA RIGHT? @i-kai

Idol Haechan x idol fem reader

dating lee donghyuck was every hopeless romantic’s dream. his late night serenades, affectionate touches, secret song dedications, and endless love letters were just some of the things that you — the hopeless romantic that got to live said dream — were on the receiving end of. everything seemed perfect, right?

until you received the worst message ever in your life two weeks before you made your debut. the four words, “we need to talk” made your heart drop from what felt like a skyscraper filled with all the sanity you had left.

after that, you’d never give your ex a chance ever.. again.. right..?

DEAR MR. CUPID @justalildumpling

Childhood bsf hyuck x childhood bsf fem reader

it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

ALWAYS FOREVER @jaeyunluvbot

Streamer hyuck x streamer fem reader

y/n and haechan are both well-known streamers with overlapping fandoms, what happens when they're paired up for a fortnite tournament?

THE DREAM STORE @jammingjaem

Idol Haechan x producer fem reader

rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

GG (GOOD GAME) @sunflowerhae

Fanboy Haechan x YouTuber/streamer fem reader

Famous YouTuber and Streamer y/n just moved in next door to scholastic loser haechan! No sweat for him! No big deal! Not like he has her picture above his computer! Not like he owns her merch that he stayed up all night to get! Not like he cried when she started playing his favorite video game! Not like he’s completely and utterly obsessed with her and all his friends know it!

FEIN @anglswon

Ex bf Haechan x fem reader

In which you finally find a new plug to feed your addiction but he’s annoyingly attractive.. and your ex.

WHO ARE U ? @sungiejpg

College student Haechan x fem reader

when renjun asked her to create a fake twitter acc to take revenge on haechan she did not expect to fall in love

I LOVE YOU I’M SORRY @hhie

Idol Haechan x dancer reader

2 years ago , you and your best friend fell in love with one another. Only for him to leave you and cut you off with no explanation. What if , 2 years later, you decided to take a big step into your career, thinking that it is the best decision you’ve made in your life.

Unaware of what’s going to happen … you should be fine right?

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NA JAEMIN

DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS @yojeongin

Neighbor Jaemin x neighbor reader

jaemin and yn have never had a good relationship due to their troublesome cats but it only gets worse when both felines cause chaos and wreck property forcing these enemies to spend day and night together to avoid eviction and charges for the troubles, not expecting this experience to lead them towards unexpected information and interesting feelings.

WHY ME ? @sungiejpg

Enemies to lover au

he is known as the nicest guy on the faculty who gets along with everyone, well…maybe not everyone

Personal fav

LOVE ON THE COURT @polarisjisung

Basketball player Jaemin x basketball player reader

Enemies to lover au

every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

SURF’S UP @mrkified

Coworker Jaemin x fem reader

Jaemin’s crush on you wasn’t a secret — everyone seemed to know except you, who always thought of him as your nice coworker from the morning shift. As summer was about to start again, Jaemin was ready to change his relationship with you. But how could he, when you had a crush on another coworker — Sungho. Everything seemed to change when you offered Jaemin swimming lessons, giving him a chance to get closer to you.

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO @sourrpatched

Coworker Jaemin x fem reader

Overworked at her understaffed job Y/N finds it hard to enjoy this summer vacation even with the school semester having ended. It doesn’t help that it seems nobody is interested in working at a little coffee shop even if it’s just for the summer. That is until fate brings Jaemin into the picture who happens to be desperate for a job and love. Let’s just hope this time around he can actually keep it.

or, the one where jaemin needs a damn job and Y/N needs a damn break.

SEX FASHION GUITAR @luvyeni

rockstar jaemin x stylist reader

l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

YOU CAN'T HAVE ME... UNLESS? @justalildumpling

College student Jaemin x fem reader

after getting ghosted by your crush in high school, you swore off dating at university, earning yourself the title of ‘the unattainable’. after 3 years you were convinced that there would be no way the two of you would ever cross paths ever again. well, that was until he announced that he was your boyfriend at a party.

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ZHONG CHENLE

NIGHT RIDER @chenlesfavorite

motorcyclist chenle x fem reader

working night shifts 24/7 at the convenience store while also supporting your boyfriend’s obsession with watching motorcyclists race is not easy, but little did you know that one of the bikers that he loves soon gets involved with you.

FOLLOW ME NOT @lowkeychenle

idol chenle x fem reader

After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.

ICED LOVE LETTER @jammingjaem

college student chenle x ice skater fem reader

at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

WE YOUNG @a3r3n

childhood friend chenle x fem reader

A sudden change happens in y/n's life when her father kicks her and her mother out after their divorce, and they're forced to leave China to go back to South Korea. Luckily her mother's best friend lives there with her son Chenle, one of y/n's childhood friends, and they're willing to host them until they find a better place to stay. But now that y/n and Chenle have both grown up, will their friendship be the same as when they were children?

SERÁ UNA NOCHE INOLVIDABLE @galacticseonghwa

biker chenle x fem reader

your friends were all you needed, they were your brothers from another mother they loved to say. but that all went to shit after ricky dragged you to one of his motorbike sprints.

who are you to say no when ricky's opponent claws his way into your inner circle and present himself as your dream man?

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PARK JISUNG

LIE WITH YOU @strrykais

art student jisung x astrology student fem reader

you were nervous, and that was an understatement. you actually couldn't believe that you were able to transfer into your dream school, leaving behind your family, your home, and your loving boyfriend. when you meet your upstairs neighbors, things start to change for the better - or worse. you tried everything to keep your distance from the boy that showed her the stars in the sky have nothing to the ones in his eyes. he knows it won't last, and you know it too. personal fav

SCORE THAT GOAL @lqfiles

football player jisung x fem reader

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

GAME ON ! @hyuckswoman

astronomy major jisung x astronomy major fem reader

a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out he’s not exactly everything she hoped for… who would’ve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer

DRUM ME STUPID ! @jirsungs

drummer jisung x fem reader

a story about a college student enjoying her life in school perfectly fine, until one of her friends drags the group along to watch their school's band perform. little did she know that day would be marked as the day her whole world turned upside down because of a particular, nonchalant, and difficult drummer boy. a drummer boy who spilled his entire drink on her brand new outfit at a party and never came back.

LINGER @beomgewz

college student jisung x fem reader

despite all of your efforts, you still cannot get over your 5 year crush on the shy boy from high school. to top everything off, he has a long term girlfriend of 3 years!

THE BOTLER @lowkeychenle

Your friends call you "the bolter," because every time someone gets close, you run in the opposite direction.

When you meet Jisung, things are working behind the scenes--things you can't see and don't acknowledge.

Can you overcome your metaphorical running in time for Jisung to secure your heart?

RAINBOW @a3r3n

park jisung x fem reader

Y/N has just moved to Seoul from her home country and finds herself now alone with her parents, but no friends. Fortunately, her neighbor Chenle is a guy her age, nice and fun to be with, and they eventually become friends, even attending the same International Class for Transfer Students at Nct High. But what will happen when y/n meets Chenle's friends, and one of them catches her eye? And what if things don't go as planned?

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Discovering Your Past - Eula & Keqing x Male!Reader

In which they find out you were abused by your ex.

CW: Mentions of past trauma - physical abuse and SA. Modern AU. A/N: My fics are getting longer recently. I wonder if you guys mind?

Injuries are a natural part of life. 

A scraped knee, a concussion, a sprained or broken limb - all creatures will have to endure these hardships one way or another. And, as the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Each wound leaves a scar, each fight or accident is a lesson for the future on what to do or avoid. 

What about those on the other end? Most feel regret about hurting others, are forced to do it or are convinced of their actions' justified nature. Yet among those are some starkly different cases. People who enjoy causing pain, be it physical or mental. And, undoubtedly, she was one of them. 

Fate had it that your heart longed for her. She was a beauty, benign and friendly, whose charms worked on you without fail. She pushed, she pulled, slowly dragging you into her web. Your mind was too clouded with feelings to notice just how badly she trapped you. Like a spider she wrapped you in silky touches and words of affection like in a cocoon, and you were completely oblivious to your situation. And that she was - an apex predator, an effortless liar and natural manipulator. She stoked the flames of family conflicts, estranging you from your loved ones. Friends? She gave you a simple choice - it's me or them. You were coaxed into signing off your house under her name, as she encouraged you to do with many of your belongings, until you had nothing. Time and time again she pulled your strings through your heart, backing you into a corner. Alone. Unable to escape. Without anyone to turn to, anywhere to get away. 

When your eyes opened at last, nobody was there to hear you scream. 

Years. It took you two whole years to escape her clutches, two years of cruelty hidden behind a veil of love. With only the clothes on your back and some Mora in your pocket, you set off to another nation. There, you found a new home, and a new love. Sweet, caring and warm. 

But wounds of the past cannot be hidden forever. 

You push the door behind you, closing it with an accidently loud thud. Eula kicks off her high heels and enters the hall, placing down her bag and taking her jacket off. You put yours on the hanger and move to take hers, but she sends you a sharp look and walks past you, doing it herself. 

The silence is tense. You know what you did. 

“Honey, listen. I know I shouldn't have started that discussion-” You try to speak, but she turns around and cuts you off. 

“Yes, you shouldn't have.” 

Her eyes send daggers towards you. Your heart aches at the sight of your lover so full of anger, all because of you. Her family wasn't easy to interact with. Her choice of career made her the pariah of the line, but after she married you, the relations seemingly normalized enough to make them liveable. Seemingly. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have. I mustn't do that ever again. I promise I won't.” You raise your open hands, as if showing you're unarmed. What was supposed to calm her down just irritates her. 

She scoffs and approaches you. “I say you are an intelligent man, but times like these are when I doubt it. What's so hard to understand in ‘my family isn't normal and the less you interact with them the better’?”

She's right. Eula has told you time and time again that the opinions her father, mother, grandparents, uncles and aunts hold are final. Nothing will change them, they won't ever back down. They are egomaniacal with a tendency to bring those around them down to elevate themselves. And yet, there's something drawing you to them, something natural that tells you that they can be a source of warmth. 

Because that's how things are supposed to be. A family should love each other, be united and supportive instead of polarized and hateful. Something in your soul doesn't seem to understand that you can't find any support in her side of the family. 

“I know, Eula. I try to-”

“Then your ‘trying’ is not enough!” Her voice elevates further. There is something building in your chest. The pressure crawls from your heart up through your throat, rotting itself inside your neck. A choking feeling. 

“Y/N, you shouldn't talk to them! Never, ever. You know how it ends, don't you? They bring you down, they hurt and belittle you. And you know that, don't you?” 

Her eyes are narrowed. She speaks louder now, her words coming from a place of compassion and love rather than hostility. Your mind, however, is focused on something else. 

Something familiar. 

Her tone picks up, and so does your heartbeat. She's almost screaming now. 

“Sorry, dear, but are you masochistic? Or just stupid?! I will have vengeance!”

Your hyper focused eyes spot movement. Her hand goes upwards, your chest sinking. Body stiffening, you turn your head down and sideways, exposing your cheek. 

Just as she taught you. 

Fighting back was pointless. 

You deserve it. 

You hold your breath. 

Silence. 

The blow doesn't connect. You hear the sounds of a barefoot step. You crack your eyes open. You see Eula has taken a step back, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. She blinks a few times and pulls her hand back towards her body. 

“Not t-that kind of vengeance.” Eula barely mumbles the words out in pure confusion. She shakes her head in disbelief, her gaze leaving you and dropping to the floor. “Never. I w-would never-”

You spring back to life, as if a grave threat or danger just vanished. 

“No no no, it's alright, honey. I just got a little scared of you, haha. It's fine, really!” You smile sheepishly, shame crawling under your skin. On reflex or out of habit, you rub your cheek. “Maybe I really am stupid, for being scared and all, you know?”

She takes a slow step closer. Her voice is far quieter than mere seconds ago, now down from a scream to a whisper.

 “No. Don't call yourself that. My… My emotions got the better of me, honey. I’m sorry.” Eula’s voice composes, worry furrowing her brow as she stretches out her arm towards you, this time taking care to do it slowly. “May I…?”

You smile and nod, letting the palm of her hand connect to your cheek. Her touch is gentle, fingers tracing your skin with utmost care. 

Your skin is so soft, so smooth, familiar. Her heart clenches, her mind holding no doubt about your reaction. You are not someone easily scared, nor are you particularly fearful of harm. Something, somebody…

“Who was it?” Her hand trails down smoothly, coming to rest on your shoulder. “Who hurt you?”

You shake your head. “What? What do you mean? Nobody, I’m fine-”

“I said…” She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “... who hurt you?” 

At an instant, the thoughts in your mind already form into a rebuttal, a measly attempt to cover the truth. But you know better than that. Eula isn't that stupid. 

You sigh, trying to figure out what to say. Seeing your hesitation, she places both of her arms on your shoulders, her eyes focusing on yours. Within her beautiful irises fading from deep purple to light yellow you find a steadiness worthy of a captain, but also a lover. 

“You don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable, honey.” She speaks softly, stroking your skin in calming circles. “I just need to know if justice has been served, or some additional, very particular and very severe vengeance needs to be added to my to-do list.”

“My ex-girlfriend is… She’s no longer a threat, alright?” You close the distance between you and Eula and embrace her. Your lover secures her arms around you right away, providing you with just the comfort you seek. “I just don’t want to go back to those days. They’re over and I just want to focus on you… On somebody that actually loves me. Somebody that doesn’t scream at me for no reason, belittles and insults me, and…”

Your voice trails off. Images and sensations rush through your memory. Every insult, every impact weighs on your voice, trapping it beneath the torrent of nightmarish memories. Eua squeezes you tighter. 

“Shh. Don’t think about it now, sweetie. You're here, safe in my arms. I promise to be your shield. However…”

Eula's characteristic pout forms on her face. 

“For not telling me about this, I will have vengeance.”

“That was a little shameful for me-” She cuts you off. 

“Silence. My retribution is nigh. For your transgression, I shall cuddle you and feed you ice cream while subjecting you to the terror of your favorite movie.” She narrows her eyes theatrically before gently, but firmly grabbing a hold of your wrist. “You cannot escape now.”

You smile in horror. 

The screen flashes with a jump scare as a curtain is moved aside. A disfigured monstrosity covered in black goo and rags opens its jaw to reveal a set of sharp, but surprisingly pristine teeth.

“Brains!” Its voice is clearly augmented in some way, deep and a little echoing. 

The punk screams at this sight but before he can do anything, the zombie grabs his head with its skeletal hands and bites down. The rest of the group squeals. The man's head is cracked open like an egg, filling the undead's mouth with fake blood and flesh-like props. 

“Oh my…” Keqing can't help but gasp a little, her arms tightening around your chest slightly. “That's a lot of jaw force…”

As the zombie digs into the man's brain, a joke comes to your mind. 

“He's not going to extract a lot of brain from him, is he?” 

In response, Keqing chuckles a little. “Yeah. But at least he is also quite brave. If not for him, that girl would have been the meal instead.”

“True, true.”

The movie continues. The female lead escapes the locker she was trapped in moments ago as her friend is being devoured. Another character throws an empty bucket of paint at the creature, making it fall back, before raising up and exclaiming joyously: 

“More brains!”

The kids scream and run away. Keqing, as much as she finds the movie interesting, can't help but recall one scene in particular. 

A smirk settles on her delicate features. “So… How's the movie? Do you like it?”

You nod vigorously. “Of course! It's a classic that I wanted to watch for a long time now, but never got around to that. And I can confidently say that I regret not watching it earlier. It's a lot of fun.”

Keqing hums in understanding. Her fingers, one of them brandishing a beautiful and intricate golden ring, slowly move up onto your leg. 

“Did you enjoy any scene in particular, honey?” Your eyes follow her hand as it moves up, each finger making a slow, deliberate step. 

Just a glance at her slight blush and sly smirk is enough to make you catch on, making your cheeks heat up as well. You gulp. 

“Well…” You start, but Keqing places a finger on your lips, silencing you. 

“Aw, sweetie~ I know full well how you were eyeing that girl. Your thoughts were betrayed by much more than just your stare.”

Her hands move up, sliding underneath your shirt and caressing your exposed chest. You feel her desire through her movements, careful, seductive, yet impatient at the same time. A little shiver of excitement crawls through your body. 

“Honestly, Y/N, I can't blame you. That redhead was quite a beauty, after all. ”

Her hands clench over your body as she rolls to sit on your lap, her eyes, twinkling with desire, pointed right at you. Keqing sends you a wink. Your hands settle on her buttocks. 

“But you see, my dear, you got me just a little too jealous to resist showing this handsome guy which girl his attention should be on~” Her hands shift to meet yours, fingers wrapping around your wrists. “So relax and let me have the spotlight~”

Your eyes widen as she hoists your arms off her and pins them to the wall above your head. You try to struggle away, but her grip is iron thanks to the additional strength provided by her Vision. An attempt to release your body from underneath hers fails as well. You're nervous - this never happened before. 

“Keqing, you're-” You start to say, but are interrupted by her right hand locking onto your throat. 

Your hands clench, eyes growing wide. You choke, any words of protest dying in your restricted windpipe. You look at Keqing, who smiles mischievously, completely oblivious to your discomfort. 

“What did I say? Bad boy!” She uses her other hand to pry yours off her choking arm. You relent, shocked and increasingly scared at her sudden roughness. “Now stay still, or you'll regret it~”

Tears form in your eyes as she leans and begins kissing and licking your cheek, adding small bites here and there. You close your eyes, not wanting to see what happens next. The feeling of her genuine affection recalls different images in your mind. The past and the present melt into one in your mind. 

As you lay helpless, Keqing continues loving you until her tongue hits an unusual note of salt on your skin. She pulls back and, upon seeing you crying, lets go of you right away. Her hands go to cover her mouth in an expression of pure horror. 

“I’m sorry! I’m… Oh Gods, I didn't mean to-!” 

You squirm away and, in response, Keqing jumps off of you. She reaches towards you, but ultimately stops herself. Shame, guilt and sadness light up her face, hidden behind her small hands. 

You wipe your eyes with your sleeve. By now your senses have returned. Her reaction brought you back at an instant. You get up and approach her. 

“Keqing, I'm sorry, nothing-” 

You're interrupted as she dashes past you. You can only call out to her as she runs to the bathroom and slams the door behind her. The sound of a lock turning halts your movements. 

You sigh and drop back down on the couch. The movie is still playing. Your ears pick up the sounds of soft sobbing from behind the bathroom doors. The heart tells you to get up, to talk to her, to knock down the door if need be, but the brain speaks with reason. She needs time, and you know it. It's better to let her calm down on her own. If you were to approach her now, she likely wouldn't speak to you, let alone open the door. 

Tears return to the corners of your eyes. Your heart aches at the sound of her pain. You can tell what she's thinking. That she's awful, dangerous, creepy, abusive. That it's all her fault. 

But the truth? She's not the problem. You are. 

The TV's noise irritates you. You turn it off and throw the remote across the room. Your head falls into your hands. 

How could you have done this to her? 

Why can't you just let go? 

Why are you so weak? 

A shaky sentence manages to make its way out of your lips. 

“It's all my fault.”

—

Deafening silence was all that filled the following hour when her crying died down. You went through every possibility of what would happen when the bathroom door would open. You planned what to tell her and how, you anticipated all of her possible reactions. You knew you couldn't fail again. You couldn't leave her in the dark and risk another incident like this. 

She shouldn't suffer because of me, you thought. It was your obligation to be transparent with your wife. Not like you weren't dying to apologize, to comfort her, to let her know it isn't her fault. But you were patient. 

When the door finally opened, Keqing looked abysmal. Her make-up was completely gone, first made running with tears, then washed away along with them. Her hair was a mess, not a trace of her usual prim and proper style left. Her eyes were red and barely open. 

You spoke gently. You hugged her, asking for a chance to explain yourself. She nodded wordlessly and you sat with her by the table. There, you told her everything. You told Keqing about your previous partner and about exactly what you suffered at her hands. Your wife was very quiet, but still nodded every now and then. From the shakiness of her voice when she spoke the few words in your conversation, you could tell she was stopping herself from bursting into tears again. Nonetheless, you continued until the story was told. 

“As such, Keqing, my wife, my love, the sun to my moon, none of what happened is your fault.” You continue, following the script you prepared in your mind. “It was my weakness and my inability to move on that caused all of this in the first place. For that, I’m… sorry. I truly am.”

She nods. Her eyes are focused on her hands, fingers fiddling with each other. Keqing slowly lifts her eyes to meet yours. You spot tears gathering on her features. 

“Why… I don't understand…” She starts, but upon realizing her instability, she sniffles and swallows the sadness weighing on her chest. “Why would you ever say that you're weak?” 

You sigh. “I should have moved on by now, but instead, I kept it with myself and now it hurt you as well. It is my pain and thus my responsibility to handle it.”

“No, n-no that's… How… How could someone such as you be weak?” She shakes her head. “You survived so much. So much pain, so much fear, so much hurt… And yet here you are, Y/N. Not only trusting another woman, a woman whom you not only married, but also allowed into your bed. I can't imagine myself doing something like that so quickly. You've moved on, honey. You regained the strength to trust and to love again. How can this be called anything but strong?”

You open your mouth to challenge her on this, but she acts first. 

Keqing breaches the gap between you and falls into your arms. Her body wraps around yours, holding onto you tightly. One of her hands travels to your cheek. 

“Y/N, you're strong. For having endured it, for having moved on, trusted again.” 

You drop your gaze. Perhaps she is right. Keqing gently lifts your cheek to direct your attention back at her. She smiles, her tearful eyes shining with boundless affection. 

“You're the strongest man I've ever known.”

Thanks for reading!

[carryonafi]

hi my sweet baby angel— been thinkin about fonda!luke a lot recently… was wondering if you could write a little cute/smutty ‘i’m so fuckin proud of you’ blurb that takes place after his ono? do whatever you want with it, i know you’ll do great bby <3

only the brave.

luke hemmings x reader; SMUT!!!🔞

a/n: HELLO finally getting to some requests! starting with one from my dear souperbloom 😋 she’s already gotten a few little snippets but shh we don’t talk about that. ANYWAY here’s only the brave featuring fonda night 1 lukey pookie :3

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Luke was always in his element when he performed, but it was always surrounded by the others that he shone. Knowing him, you would have never thought he could have done this on his own. Not that you didn’t have the faith, but it was how often he spoke about feeling alone when he wasn’t standing by his best friends.You were currently standing backstage with him, in the dressing room before his first ever solo show with a full house of guests and the next night hopefully bound to be a wonderful repeat due to the unexpected high demand of the first night.

“How do you feel?” You said softly, the room silent other than the outside noises of the crew moving around the pre-show playlist in the background.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Luke sighed, tipping his head back against the door, he did look sort of pale, but he usually seemed that way.

The look on his face softened a bit once you reached out to take his hands.

“You’ll be okay… do your vocal warmups. That helps doesn’t it?” A weak suggestion, but it was a thoughtful attempt that made Luke crack a smile.

“I dunno.” He admitted, his expression turning back to normal once he really started to think again. You could understand how he felt, knowing him for years and seeing how much stage anxiety he went through even with the others around.

“They’re gonna be watching too, y’know? All you have to do is look up at the balcony.” As much as you tried to make him feel better, you knew that nothing would truly ease him. The thought of looking up to see you and his best friends made him feel a little bit better for the moment, that was until a crew member shouted for call time. Luke’s face dropped again.

“You’re going to be amazing, okay? You always are.” You offered a weak smile, getting one back as Luke leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

He looked like he was about to say something in reply, but instead, he bit his tongue and took the encouragement instead of plaguing it with his doubts. “Thank you.” He said gratefully, leading you out of the dressing room and parting ways once he got to the wings and you left to join the crowd.

The lights went down and the last song on the playlist ended, you took a deep breath suddenly feeling anxious for Luke now as well — but as you said. He was always amazing.

Security walked you up to the balcony, a few stray fans at the back of the general admission floor whispered to themselves and happily waved as you walked by and made your way up to where the others were standing. Michael turned around as he felt your presence join them, giving you a look through the darkness.

“He’s okay?” He asked, seemingly responding to the anxiety taking over your entire expression.

“He should be, just nervous to be up there without you guys.” You gave him the simplest answer possible, knowing how it described the last hour or so of sitting in the dressing room and trying to talk Luke down from walking straight back out to the car… or throwing up. He was very close to both of those scenarios.

—

Just as you told him, all of that encouragement and gentle words to get his hopes up, he played a really good show and seemed to be feeling incredible by the end of it. You left the rest of Luke’s friends just at the end of the last song so you could meet him backstage, and it was the best decision you could’ve made. It was obvious that he needed to see you after that.

He picked up his head once he tossed his last pick into the crowd and headed backstage, a smile gracing his features illuminated by the few and far bright lights in the otherwise dark venue. It was too hard to resist the temptation to smile as well, rushing forward and throwing yourself into his arms.

“See, you did amazing!” You squealed happily against his shoulder, Luke’s heart was racing and you could feel it relax significantly as you stood there and held him for a moment. He breathed out a long sigh of relief, nearly tearing his in-ears out with one hand while the other snaked around your waist to hold you tight. He needed this. He needed nothing more than your arms enveloping his physical worries and making him feel like he just won the Olympics.

“Thank you… Thank you so much.” Luke whispered against your hair, pressing repeated kisses to the side of your head and not stopping even when you tilted your head to look at him. Instead he just went with it, kissing your face until he finally reached your lips. He teased a little, kissing the corner of your mouth which had you giggling and grabbing his cheeks so he couldn’t move. You planted an aggressively loving kiss to his lips, the sensation of his growing smile making it hard to hold it.

“I’m very proud of you, so fuckin’ proud of you, Luke.” You replied in that same tone he used earlier, a wider grin spreading across Luke’s face as he started to walk you backwards towards the dressing room again.

“Don’t think I could’ve done it without you.” He muttered like it was a secret, quickly pecking your lips once more with his hands splayed out on your back so you didn’t walk into anything.

“Bullshit.” You scrunched up your nose, Luke shook his head then turned you around.

“No, no. I definitely couldn’t have.” He played back despite your protest, leading you into the small room and closing the door.

You sat on one side of the small sofa while Luke shed himself of his gear and slipped off his suit jacket which left him in the matching brown vest, your eyes roamed, scanned each little part of his body. His wrists shoulder blades flexing as he tried to rid the exhaustion of performing which was mostly masked by adrenaline. Luke saw you in the mirror, smiling back at you as a simple wave of your hand gestured for him to come closer. He didn’t let a beat go by, he obeyed and slowly approached you.

“Wanna go back home, or sit and decompress for a while?” You asked, placing your legs in his lap and playing with his sweaty curls.

“Mm, decompress. Don’t wanna move.” He hummed, an arm curling under your thighs and pulling you closer to him. Even past the warmth and exertion, he needed to feel you. Your warmth.

The dressing room was quiet, peaceful as Luke came down and basked in his glory of a first solo performance. Usually, there would be some sort of music playing, 3 other guys messing around and celebrating yet another amazing night… but it was just Luke. You and Luke.

“I’m proud of you.” You repeated, catching Luke’s attention away from the loose thread in your outfit. His lips quirked into a crooked smile, the smile that made the high points of his cheeks glow with joy. He thought for a moment before nodding, gently squeezing your thigh.

“I’m proud of me, too.” Luke agreed, the glitter smeared across his eyelids had managed to spread on his face. You reached forward to brush some away, but he took this opportunity to catch your waiting lips in another soft kiss.

Your hand moved slowly on his cheek, fingertips catching the underside of his jaw and keeping him close for just a fleeting second more. Until your lips broke apart, it wasn’t known who did it, but all you knew was that Luke was leaning in for more. His lips were forced against yours again with much more, newfound fervor as his free arm hooked around your middle.

It was nearly silent from there on, just gentle kissing and featherlight touches which spoke more volume than any rough make out session, any bedroom session — the adrenaline pumping through Luke’s veins and the events of the night had him on a high.

“C’mere…” He murmured against your kiss-swollen lips, a pout on his own as he hoisted you into his lap and nearly forced you to straddle him.

“Really?” You teased, letting out a breathy laugh as Luke licked his lips and admired his own hands exploring your body. Slipping into the waistband of your bottoms and watching the goosebumps form on your skin at his warmth.

“We’ve never done this after a show before, please?” He pleaded, looking up at you through mascara coated eyelashes which pushed you to give into him.

“As long as you can make it quick.” You hushed in response, just as Luke’s hands disappeared under your skirt and delicately brushed the soft skin of your inner thighs. He nodded, slowly taking his hands off of you to unbutton those annoying, high waisted slacks that he had really been obsessed with. They were hard to shuffle down with you in his lap, so you decided to help him out by lifting your hips a little.

“Made it easy by wearing that..” Luke gave as an affectionate note, making it clear that the skirt was a good option— a great option.

“Easy access?” You grinned, his pupils dilating at the sight of your underwear slowly slipping down your legs and leaving the underneath to his imagination beneath the skirt, Luke hummed in agreement, his hands returning to spread themselves across your hips and bring you even closer. It was barely possible.

“You’re annoying.” He whispered, his eyes turning soft and desperate as your hips came into contact.

“What? How so?” You gasped, tone full of mirth as you witnessed Luke slowly losing control over being so close to you. Every single time, without fail he was always going to get to that breaking point of desperation and you loved it.

“You jus’ have to look so pretty all the time, it’s annoying — I gotta hold it all in.” Luke replied, moving forward to bury his face in your neck and leave needy, wet kisses on your skin. “Have t’ share you with everyone… they all look at you, baby.” He rambled into your neck, lips and tongue dragging over your skin in a soft haste to get to his favorite parts of you. Luke ended his trail of destruction with one gentle kiss to your chest, right above the center where he rested his curly little head in defeat. Defeat of falling victim to you.

“Don’t have to share me with anyone, silly boy.” You laughed, hands carding through his hair and massaging his dark roots. “I’m all yours.” You said gently, careful of Luke’s fragile mind where he often struggled.

However, you were caught off guard by the switch he took. Luke peeked his head up, pushing up into your hands like he was a puppy desperate for love, but slipped himself inside you in one flawless motion. It left you breathless, Luke beaming with satisfaction as you took him.

“All mine?” He breathed, ring-clad fingers tightening on your hips and indenting the flesh beneath his hands. All that came out of you was a weak sigh of pleasure, coaxing you to sink down further and devour inch by inch. Luke was waiting for an answer, so you nodded and hummed appreciatively which seemed to be more than enough for him. His hips slowly started to move, leaning back against the couch to watch the obscenity before him. Anyone could walk into this dressing room, anyone could see you perched on his lap and know within seconds what was going on under the fluff of your skirt. Just the sounds you were making with each caring and generous roll of his hips had him imagining the scenarios of someone hearing you. It was a low chance, but hell, was it daunting.

“So.. So goddamn proud.” You looked down at Luke, admiring how he had reached and let one button on his vest go to expose more of his chest.

“Uh huh, you’re proud?” He raised his eyebrows, the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing picked up driving you both just a little more crazy for each other.

The simplicity of your nod made Luke smile, knowing that he had taken your words away and left you so focused on the rhythm he had pumping in and out of you. But he was close too, losing control but not nearly as weak as you.

“Luke!” You gasped when his pace changed, he was now focused on chasing his own pleasure once he was secure in the fact that you would be finishing before him. This made it all come crashing down, little pulses and shocks through your nerves, thighs twitching as you clamped down hard and bit your knuckles to keep yourself quiet.

“Hey…” Luke breathed, taking your hand away from your mouth as your orgasm smoothly washed over you. “Don’t hurt my girl.” He gave you a crooked half-smile, his hips stuttering which told that he was there. Right there, letting out that deep groan and leaning forward to press his face against your collarbone as he pumped deep inside you, His curls tickled your neck, slicked with sweat from the activities within the humid dressing room.

It was about two minutes until you each didn’t feel like jello anymore, you felt a smile of post-orgasm bliss creeping up on you which turned into giggles.

“Fuckin’ love you so much.” You sighed dreamily, tangling a hand in Luke’s hair and gently coaxing him to look up at you. The glitter from his eyes was now on your neck, and somehow his nose— you examined his flushed face with care and graced a loving peck to his nose.

“Love you more.” Luke barely managed past his own smile, waiting a few more moments to spare the gentle touches and soft kisses from you. It felt like so long until he could finally get you home… but home was just half an hour away, more of those kisses in a much better environment were waiting for him. “This was a really great reward,” he mumbled, shy like some schoolboy.

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, mindlessly fixing the buttons of his vest and watching as he returned to picking at some loose thread on your top. Luke nodded, giving you the loving eyes shielded by his impressively long eyelashes. “Imagine what kind of reward you’ll get when you finish a solo tour.”

“I can’t even begin.” Luke grinned back, hoisting you up from the couch once you were all situated and ready to face as many people as you possibly needed to. Hopefully not a lot, if Luke was counting right. Security, staff, driver…

“There’s fans waiting out back, wanna go see them?” You suggested, grasping Luke’s hand as you headed out of the venue and strides hastily through the backstage halls. You knew what Luke’s answer was going to be, the hesitance to go back and show his fans some appreciation would be the nice thing to do. However, tomorrow was another show. They could wait and have some hope for him until the next night.

“Nah, just wanna go home.” He admitted, blinking down at you in the dim light to adjust and focus clearly on your face. You were now also covered in his glitter, and it was truly a sight for him. One that he would be sad to wash off at home, but maybe there was more in it for him if he was extra gentle with your cleanser.

[faegoddessog]

Years? Really?

Part 1: Birthday boy

Summary: A tipsy car ride home from a birthday outing becomes oh so much more.

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only Fingering, Big cock, PiV, Friends to lovers.

Authors Note: It's been a while, I know. Writing and indeed creativity hasn't been on my front burner for while. Life, it's happening to me. But I was a couple drinks down riding in the backseat of a car and BAM, this thought struck. The thought became a fantasy and the fantasy became a story. Happy Birthday Austin, sir. I sure hope all your b-day fantasies come true!

OH! and check out the poll at the end!!

You were in the back of the generic sedan. The two mango margaritas you had made you just a little more relaxed than usual. He was sitting next to you, or rather he was manspreading next to you. He was a dirty blonde, tall, slim but muscular and fucking gorgeous. Like in a ‘how are you even real’ sort of way. Which you would totally be able to handle if it weren’t for the fact that he was also kind, sweet, thoughtful, endearing, and the best fucking listener on the damn planet. The mere fact of his presence shifted the energy around him. It was like a current of electricity flowing in the very air around him. He was the whole package.

You two had moved in the same circles for years. You had developed an interest in him that went beyond ‘just a friend.” A desire, a spark for him that you never told anyone about, much less him. 

 Austin was recently single, it was also his birthday. He had texted the group chat and said he needed his people around him to celebrate the day. Thrilled to be counted as ‘one of his people’, you were there, like always.  He promised everyone that he was ok, that it was actually a good thing. Nevertheless, you had seen the hurt behind his smile. 

She had only been using him, you knew. You watched it from across the living room at game nights; from across the table at restaurants. You saw how she treated him at the bars. He hadn’t expounded on what happened, only said that they were done. Who broke up with who? You didn’t know, you only knew that he was better off without her.  

Now he was in the back of the car with you and your DD friend was driving you both home. She and her partner are talking in the front seat. Those two had been married for years and were like the epitome of a comfortable happy couple. You can see their hands laced together on the center console. 

You hadn’t the faintest idea what they were saying. You are too distracted by the heat of Austin’s leg and watching the streetlights play across his face. Perfect nose, high cheekbones, plush lips and the graceful curve of his neck all intermittently highlighted as the car zooms along. His perfectly tousled hair is swept back away from his face, you watch his prominent Adam's apple bob up and down in a swallow. 

He makes some kind of noncommittal noise to the front of the car. You press your knee into his as your hand lighted upon his leg. You meant it to be a reassuring gesture between friends. But when he looks down at you, a slow smile spreads across his lips and fire races from his eyes directly to your core. Unable to look away from his magnetic gaze, you can only feel his long artistic fingers trace lines on the back of your hand and wrist.  

Just as the thought, ‘is this a good idea?’  crosses your mind, his fingers snake around your wrist and gently pull your hand farther up his inner thigh. Your pinky nearly brushes the bulge at his crotch. A slow smile spreads over your face and you inhale. Oh yes, yes indeed. 

The cool night air at the open air bar had made your thighs cold to the touch. His hand, warm and sensuous, slithers over the edge of your skirt. You open your legs to him and he drags his fingers up, up, he can feel the heat increase. He is a fraction of an inch away from your panties. 

It takes everything you have not to moan out loud in the backseat of your friend’s car. Instead you bite your lip and close your eyes.

Austin answers a question directed at him, laughing a little. You open your eyes just in time to see his face light up as he laughs. He goes from beautiful, perfect model man to giddily boyish. It’s so damn cute. 

“Yeah, you can just drop me off at her place, we came together,” you hear him say. Wait what? That is a flat out lie, you had been the first one there when you watched him get out of the Uber in front of the bar. 

His fingers grip your inner thigh in a silent appeal to keep your mouth shut. 

Is it possible that he has the same thing in mind? Maybe he thinks you are more drunk than you actually are and just wants to make sure you are safe. Probably the latter, that’s something Austin would definitely do, he’s so thoughtful and kind. 

You barely compose yourself when the car pulls up in front of your little house, a symbol of your freedom from your bastard ex.  You’d bought it with the money from the divorce and remodeled it yourself… well mostly yourself. Your family had been roped into some of the bigger projects. 

Austin grabs the shoulders of your friends as they wish him a happy birthday. You give them big smiles and goodnights. You completely miss the knowing look they give one another because Austin is suddenly opening the car door and helping you out of the car with an extended hand. Maybe you are a little more drunk than you thought you were. 

He doesn't let go of your hand as he walks you to your front door. You stop on the step and turn around. Eye level with him, it feels like his ocean eyes are staring into your soul, even in the dim porch light he is mesmerizing. You wonder how his plush lips might feel against your own. 

“How many did you have?” he asks, waiting, wondering if you’ll give him the brush off or invite him in. 

“Only two and with dinner,” you insist “I’m barely tipsy, birthday boy.” 

“Mmm, hmmm,” he nods as if he doesn't believe you and steps up to tower over you, wrapping his hand around your waist. 

“Wanna…?” you tilt your head towards the door. You can’t actually finish the sentence, not with him this close to you. 

Suddenly,  that one word is full of meaning. His nostrils flare as he nods. Anyone with eyes can see the thoughts racing through his head. Thankfully, you have eyes. 

The door closes behind him in the dim light of your living room. His hand snakes into your hair. 

Your purse falls with a thud to the floor. 

His lips are millimeters from yours. 

“Is this what you had in mind?”  his voice is barely audible and his hand shakes.

“Something like it,” your hand fists in his shirt, hesitation falling away.

“You sure you want this?” he asks with a shaky breath,

“Oh yes, are you?” you throw it back to him. 

“For years,” he states, rubbing his lips along yours.

Years? Really? How did you not know this? You are momentarily stunned until his lips meet yours and that line of thinking evaporates. 

He doesn’t mash his lips against you all sloppy and needy. Oh no, this man knows what he is about. His kiss commands, but softly and with the perfect amount of suction. Gently, he probes your own lips open. Not once in the countless times you have imagined Austin kissing you did you come close to what is happening to you, to just how talented he is. The kiss deepens and seems to come right from his toes. His hand cups the back of your neck as your fingertips dig into the columns of his back in a subconscious effort to get him closer, to get him inside you.

“Fuck Austin, you are really good at that,” you can’t help saying when you both come up for air. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers. His chest is rising and falling as he holds onto restraint. 

“We’ll unpack that later, right now though, Austin, please,” you push your chest against him. You are suddenly so needy for him. Years of pent up desire start cracking the ‘just friends’ shell you’ve been working so hard to keep intact. 

A devilish grin peaks one of his cheeks, “If you need to stop, just say.” 

You nod and lick your lips. 

He takes control of your mouth again. So immersed in the supple feel of his lips and the soft texture of his tongue, you don’t notice that he is backing you towards the couch. You are too busy helping him bunch up the hem of your skirt, moaning as he rubs the pads of his fingers along your damp cotton panties. 

You feel the bump against your calves and nearly lose your balance, but he holds you so close. 

“Condoms, my room,” conveying your willingness, if unable to use full sentences.

“I got some,” he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a few Skyns. 

“Do this often?” you ask with a wicked grin.  It doesn’t matter that much, you are just curious. He had never really been one to kiss and tell. But you wondered if sleeping around is the reason he is single, or the reason he’s doing ok.

“No,” he puffs out shaking his and looking away, “not since before I caught her… a while before too,” he shakes his head, a moment of pain in his eyes. 

“Oh Austin, I’m so sorry,” you want nothing more than to take care of him, especially on his special day. 

“It’s done,” he shrugs, “But, I knew I’d see you tonight and I kinda had hoped, so I wanted to be prepared.”

“Austin, all you had to do was say the word, and I would have come running,” you find yourself confessing. 

“Well, we will add that to the unpacking list,” he flashes a sheepish grin that is the cutest thing you've ever seen.  

“I look forward to it,” you banter back. 

“But right now, I want you,” his hand shakes as he cups your face, “I hope you won’t mind if we take our time?” 

“Or we could just take lots of times,” you suggest, pulling his face to yours, “Cuz I need…” your hand cups the large bulge of his crotch.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans against your lips.  

Then it’s like an explosion of motion. Your panties are kicked under the side table, and your skirt is bunched around your hips. You tug at the hem of his faded black 80’s rock band t-shirt. He pulls at the back of his shirt as it goes over his head. You’ve seen him once or twice without a shirt, the privilege of all men, to go shirtless once in a while with no repercussions. He looked even more delicious than you remembered even in the low light of your living room. His naturally slim waist was accentuated by the muscles he had built recently in his upper body. Pecs defined, abs faintly outlined with his motion, caps of his shoulders rippling into his bi and triceps. You can’t see the breadth of his lats, but you certainly can feel them. He is breathtaking.

Your knit blouse gets tossed to the wayside. You reach behind your back and unhook your bra with quick and practiced ease. His hands hold your breasts as the bra loosens. He peels it off with an appreciative moan. 

“Fuck you are so beautiful”, he dips his head to suckle at your chest. You don’t see him unbutton the fly of his jeans with one hand because your head is thrown back from the way his tongue works across your nipple. Zings fire to your spine and down to your pussy. Your hips thrust forward as you pull his hand to you. 

Thank the gods that you had spent the afternoon doing some spa-like self care.  You are smooth and soft and clean. 

Austin pulls back to watch your face as he slips his fingers against your seam. He definitely knows what he is doing. You bite your lip and moan as he presses on either side of your lips, activating those clitoral branches. Your legs nearly collapse out from under you. He catches your back, then your mouth, holding you in one strong arm. 

Your fingertips dig into his bicep. 

Holy fuck, he’s not even gotten to your clit yet. Tonight might just be more than you had ever dreamed. Your hips press forward, begging for more. His fingers spread your lips, triggering your pussy to clench on the nothing as he stretches you apart just enough. Slowly, one finger dips into your wetness, his movement so slight, twitching only the end of his digit back and forth.

“Oh fuck, Austin,” your eyes roll back in your head. Again, not even touching your clit.

“Oh yeah, you like that?,” his voice is a whisper in your ear, “I want you to cum on my fingers.”

All you can do is whimper and nod.

“Put your arms around my neck and your foot on the couch,” he instructs softly. It’s so easy to do as he says. He’d make an amazing dom.  You can feel your wet lips open to him as your skirt falls in a curtain behind your bent leg.

He kisses you as he slips a gentle finger inside you. Moans reverberate in your chest and flow into his mouth.  

His other arm is wrapped around you sandwiching you with long fingers splayed out over your low back and sacrum. He pushes a second finger in. It feels so good. He slides in and out a few times, spreading your juices. 

“Oh you are so wet,” he murmurs in your ear, “is that all for me?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan into his bare chest. 

“Heh, heh,” his laugh is throaty and deep, “That is so fucking hot, I love it.” 

He straightens to his 6 foot height, pulling you into his frame. Skin on warm skin. You feel his hard cock pressed against your side body, still trapped in his teal underwear and framed by his jeans.

His fingers drag moisture lightly up over your clit. You shiver at the contact. Then his thumb is gliding over your clit as his fingers curl inside of you. 

Oh fuck, your knees threaten to buckle again and  your eyes close as you moan.  His arm clamps onto you as he works you with expertise you didn’t know he had. How is he this good? Squelching in curling and gliding out while his thumb captures your clit, milking it just perfectly.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” each word a staccato as he fingers you. 

A litany of dirty phrases find their way from his lips to your ear:

“Fuck you are so hot.” 

“Yeah, tighten down just like that.”

“Does this little clit need more?”

“That’s it, beautiful.”

“I want you to cream all over my hand.” 

Each word, each stroke, pushes you farther to the edge. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you begin to chant over and over. Yes to everything, yes to anything.

Then you are moaning wordlessly, unabashedly pumping your hips onto his fingers. Your face screws up and your fist pounds his shoulder. It’s a wave that rises and crashes over you. Austin holds you in place between his palm on your low spine.  The thought strikes you, "This must be what waves feel like crashing against the shore, Ocean orgasms.”

“Fuck yeah, so hot,”  he whispers, jaw tight as he tries to maintain control of himself. He captures your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans.  He gently strokes out your orgasm, prolonging it without overwhelming you.

“I want to fuck you so bad, can I?” his hip tilts forward and back, nearly dry humping your leg.  Just the idea of being fucked by him might as well come with a halo and choir. This sex-god in friend-clothing can do whatever he wants to you.  You nod, not trusting your own voice at this moment. Looking down, you can see the pink tip of him breaching the side of his waistband. Your eyes go wide. Jesus, to reach that far he has to be… 

He takes a big breath, as though steeling himself, and drops his drawers to the floor, his cock swaying with his movement. It’s long and hard,  tapering to thick but not drastically so. It’s not a monster cock per se, but it's bigger than any cock you’ve taken before. Luckily,  you like them big. 

“Oh wow,” you mutter, stroking him lightly. When you look up, you see the mix of desire and trepidation in his eyes. 

“Do you still…?” he asks, almost embarrassed. 

“Still what?,” you stroke gently up and down his substantial shaft.

“Still want …me? This?  It’s not like…scary?” his brows draw together and he unconsciously bites his lip. 

What kind of insecurity was this? Worried about his big cock?

“Oh lord no,” you bend over and plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip, then kitten-lick the clear drop on his pretty little hole.  

His breath hitches. 

Suddenly a thought occurs to you, “Wait, did someone make you feel bad for your cock size?” 

“Maybe? Yeah, a little?  I don’t know,” he shrugs noncommittally, “She said it was intimidating and only ever wanted me to eat her out and finger her. I’m really good at oral, believe me,” he smiles, trying to make light of the body shaming he had so clearly experienced. 

You know exactly who he is talking about, and if you didn’t like her before, you hated her now. How on earth could anyone of substance do that to a man as sweet and adorable as Austin, then turn around and cheat on him too. That little wench wouldn’t know a good thing if it hit her in the teeth. 

“Oh, Austin,” you take his face in your palms. “Austin, no, it’s fucking beautiful and I want you to fuck me with this gorgeous dick…Slow, fast, hard, gentle; whatever you want.”

“Really?” The relief on his face is so evident. You nod just before he kisses you like a man dying of thirst. His hands wiggle your skirt over your hips and to the floor. 

“Where do you want me?” you ask, determined to make this night amazing for him.

His only answer is to lean over to pick up his condoms then take you by the hand.

You follow his naked, adonis-like form down the hallway to your bedroom.  It’s like a dream, the way he cradles your head as he lays you down gently on the bed.

His whole body is pressed to yours and you can feel him rooting against your leg, leaving little trails of pre-cum. You can’t help but reach down and stroke him, just to feel the size of him in your hand. His little moans are the best aphrodisiac. 

He sits back and rolls a condom over his rock hard cock. Christ it looks even bigger from this angle. 

“Oh god, I want it in me,” you murmur both for his reassurance and to simply state the truth. You want to feel him spread you, split you, sate you. It is without hesitation that you open your legs to him.

He leans forward on one arm,  and you reach down to guide him to your entrance. 

Despite his excitement, he pushes in real slow. 

“Holy fuck your pussy feels so damn good,” he moans. 

“Holy fuck your cock feels so damn good,” you respond in kind. 

The deeper he goes, the more stretched you feel. The sensations on your labia are just perfect. You feel gorged on his magnificent cock. You have never felt so full before. 

 Finally, he bottoms out, still not balls deep, but most of him is inside you. He pauses. 

“You ok?” he asks  

“Austin, I need you more, please.” you moan into his ear. You simply must feel him moving so deep in you. 

“Are you sure?” he says, still cautious. 

You hold his face in your hands, looking him in the eye with serious intent. 

“Please yes! Austin, you feel so fucking good, I might lose my mind if you don’t ride me.” Your pussy clenches encouragingly around him and your hips push involuntarily. 

His hips begin to move fluidly, pistoning that sumptuous cock in and out of you. 

He treats each stroke like a sacred deed, each one its own perfect ecstasy.  He buries his head in your neck, breath hot on your skin. Your hips rise to meet his, urging him closer. A smile creeps over his face, one that is just now beginning to trust that you really want it, really want him.

Now it’s your turn to coax him with your own dirty words slipped in between the moans that his thrusts push out of you:

“You feel so good stretching me.”

“Oh god, I can feel every inch.”

“I love it so deep in me.” 

“Don’t stop until you cum.” 

“I fucking love it.” 

It lights him up, to hear you say such dirty things while he is inside you. He goes faster, harder.

“M’gonna cum,” he blurts out after a few minutes. 

“Yes, fucking do it, fucking cum in me,” the idea itself nearly sends you over the edge.

He rails into you, groaning. His body tenses on a deep thrust and he lets loose. 

“So fucking hot,” you moan into his ear, “so good in me, on me.” You run your hands over his back down to his tight ass, 

His inhale is ragged as every cell of his body is drugged with a cocktail of endorphins.

You gently hold him close as his body relaxes on top of you. For a bit, he reminds you of a dragon; spent with his back expanding in puffs. Your muscles bunch under him and he stirs. You expect him to roll to the side and for words of gratitude to come out of his mouth. 

Instead, he starts moving again, as though merely the tensing of your body is new fuel for his desire. Something primal seems to take hold of him. It’s not words, but growls and grunts in your ear. Austin reaches down and grabs your ass. He is all of a sudden insistent and dominant. You are hardly surprised when his mouth clamps onto the crook of your neck, sucking and biting. He ruts into you deep and intense, nearly using you like a fuck toy. 

You’ve never seen this part of him, it’s fucking hot. 

The gripping of his teeth and lips send incredible shivers down your spine. The primordial energy overtakes you. You snake your hand between your bodies to get your middle finger on your clit. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” you snarl into his ear, “I’m gonna cum all over that brillant cock.”

You can feel his smile against your skin as he thrusts into you over and over. It’s beyond amazing, the way he works you.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!”  you moan. 

Your pussy clenches down hard on his big cock and you feel your juices flood around him. You are shaking with the rising energy as he pounds you to the pinnacle. Your toes curl and your vision blurs; your only anchor is his body on yours, in yours. Your blood-curdling scream resounds off the walls of your little bedroom as you writhe under him.

His fingers knead into your ass as his spine jerks and he tenses, his second release flooding down his spine. His wordless moan is stoppered by your shoulder, where there is sure to be a lasting mark.  His body shudders and jolts, then stills. 

This moment is bored into your mind: the light sheen of sweat on his back, the movement of his breath across your neck, the pressure of his chest against yours, the slight twitching of his cock inside you, the scent of his hair in your nostrils, the faint taste of his precum on your tongue. 

Finally, he lifts his head to look at you, his concern is poorly hidden behind the lopsided smile. 

“God, that was fucking amazing,” you say just before pressing your lips to his. 

His smile is far more genuine in your reassurance. In one motion, he rolls to the side, taking you with him. You are perched on top of him, cock still in you. 

“You, fuck. I’ve never had a woman say things to me like that, I don’t know what came over me, I just needed you again.” He says hands on your hips. 

“You don’t hear me complaining,” you say, “it was sexy as fuck.”

“Well thank you, I’ve not gotten to-“ he shakes the thoughts from his head, “Thank you.” 

“Oh, you are so welcome. For the record, you can fuck me like that anytime.” You smile down at him. 

“Give me a few minutes and I will take you up on that.” he chuckles. 

“In the meantime,” you purse your lips, “ what the hell, years? Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve had a little crush on you for a long time,” he blushes and looks away. This man, who just rutted into you like a damn animal, who’s cock is still buried inside you, who is starting to prove himself as a god among men,  is suddenly shy? And good lord, shy Austin is so fucking cute. You want to wrap him in your arms and just kiss away his sudden timidity. 

So you do. 

You lean down over him and press your mouth to his. You play your tongue on his, sucking at his full bottom lip. It’s the kind of kiss that takes its time. 

When you finally pull away from him, his self-consciousness is gone and fire has risen in his eyes again. 

“Well me too with you,” you murmur, “why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his eyebrow lifts. 

“You were unavailable, sir,” you point out climbing off of him, “and I am not that girl.”  

“True, you are not,” the look he gives you melts your heart, “you could be my girl, if you wanted.”

“Austin, I’ve always been your girl,” it tumbles from your lips and you realize that it’s true.

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You are amazing, you know that? I’m sorry it took so long.” 

“Me too, but we are here now. You know, I’m glad I started feeling up your knee in the car,” you giggle. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure how I was gonna broach the subject,” his shy smile is back again, “but I might have had a whole corny speech prepared on the off chance that it came up.” 

“Oh dang! Now I want to hear the speech!” you tease. 

“No, no, besides, I don’t think I can remember it now,” he  reaches up to grab the back of your neck, “Thank you, I had  forgotten how good that feels.”

Jesus, how long had it been for him? You wonder. 

“Well, tell you what,” your hand slides down his semi hard shaft, cum from his two orgasms starting to drip down his balls. “Let’s get his condom off and clean you up a bit. Then I want this magnificent cock in my mouth.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he says with a smile. 

“Oh, and before you fuck the thought out of my head entirely, Happy Birthday Austin.” 

[billthedrake]

Another story idea given by @maturedadsandmen

BIRD IN THE HAND

Cole Walker was about two blocks from his destination when his phone rang. He normally wouldn't answer it, but it was his sorta-kinda boyfriend/fuckbuddy John. Cole still made fun of John for still preferring to call instead of just text, but that's what you get sometimes for dating a man much older.

"Hey," the 24 year old answered. DC weather had moved from cold to brisk and his cheeks were flush.

"Hiya sexy," the said. John's voice was a craggy tenor, with an upstate New York accent. "Just wanted to hear your voice."

Cole smiled. The whole arrangement with John was weird, to say the least. The congressional staffer didn't even know the guy's last name. John was an FBI agent who was VERY closeted. In a town like DC, that wasn't unusual, and Cole himself had only told a couple of close friends that he was gay. But John seemed to want the boyfriend stuff as much as the sex. Cuddling, long talks, dates. All while being crazy protective of his privacy.

"Tough day?" Cole asked. He wished he didn't feel so eager to talk to the man, but it wasn't like he was ready for an open boyfriend either. The fact the federal agent was 47 made something real and public seem impossible to the younger man. He, too, enjoyed the play-pretend nature of their dating if he was honest with himself.

"And how," John breathed. "I'm about to meet a buddy for dinner, but I wanted to call... we still on for date night Saturday? I'll take you somewhere nice." It was only then that Cole could tell the man was in a public place and talking a little quieter than normal.

"Yeah," Cole replied. "And you don't have to go all out. I just enjoy seeing you."

There was a contrite pause on the other end. "I know I've not been good at things lately.. but would it be pushing my luck to have you stay over this time?"

Cole's heart pounded. It was hard to hold a grudge. "No, not at all."

John's volume got lower. "Damn, studly," he hissed. "That's gonna help me get through this week all right."

"Yeah," the younger man chimed in.

"Listen... I gotta go. But see you Saturday?"

"Yep," Cole replied. "Looking forward to it."

After they hung up, Cole felt guilty. It wasn't like he and John were boyfriends, really, not in the conventional sense, and they'd never said anything about being exclusive. If the agent ever asked, Cole would very likely agree to be a one-man guy but until then...

But the real reason he felt guilty is that Paul Ricciardi pushed his buttons in a different way than John. Cole dubbed him the "Head Honcho" is his mind, and while Ricciardi wasn't the number one guy at the Bureau, he wasn't that far down the org chart. In a lot of ways, he was the opposite of John - married and addicted to down-low sex, more dominant in bed, and confident in hooking up with a recently graduated dude despite his high-profile position. He knew Cole Walker was after dick and wasn't gonna blab to anyone.

Paul was just wrapping up a phone call when he heard the buzzer of the apartment. The rental was justified as a place to crash for late nights, but certainly his wife knew her 53-year-old husband kept on an affair, maybe more than one. They just never talked about it. The dont-ask-dont-tell approach worked for the law man.

Ricciardi's gruff face cracked a smile when he opened the door to see Cole. Dudes like this were dime a dozen in DC... congressional staffer, needy bottom, daddy issues galore. But this Walker kid was exceptional: he'd played soccer at Georgetown and his bulking up since graduation had interfered with that youthful jock look. The real deal. No two ways about, Cole was gorgeous. Just the right amount of masculine, the right amount of cute, total boy-next-door who still carried that jock gain as he walked in.

"Hey," Cole's voice said, quietly as he walked in. He respected Paul's need for discretion, it was almost intuitive.

"Hey," the career law enforcement man whispered in a soft growl, shutting the door. "You look hot as fuck."

Cole's eyes swept up Ricciardi's build. Mid-50s and fit as ever, the toned daddy beef filling out Paul's conservative but expensive suit and the short-cropped gray hair setting off the intensity of the man's brown eyes. The tie was loosened but other wise he was a poster boy for Bureau leadership. "You too," he gulped.

Paul grinned and reached up to cup the back of Cole's neck, yanking the younger man into a hot kiss.

Cole moaned into Paul's mouth as that thick tongue conquered him. He could taste scotch and smell the man's cologne. Reflexes kicked in as he reached forward to hold the man's suited waist, enjoying the feel of the Head Honcho's hard body beneath.

The kiss was over as quickly as it started. Ricciardi stepped back and reached down to unzip his suit trousers. The man wasn't overly hung - like John, his cock was meaty, even fat. "Gonna suck Daddy's cock, kid?" Paul roughly growled.

"Fuck yes," Cole said. He's been with only six men since first becoming sexually active at 21. But he quickly realized he was all bottom - orally and anally. He was still surprised he'd bagged two FBI men over the last year and a half. Luck, for sure, but it was also clear the ex-soccer jock had a type. Both Paul and John were strong, silent daddy personalities. His own father was a PA state trooper, and one day Cole would have to analyze the fucked-up part of his head that got turned on by that. Or not. Maybe it was something that could never fully be explained - it's just something about a law enforcement man pushed his buttons big time.

Paul Ricciardi was careful about who he fucked. He had a one-at-a-time rule, for the sake of discretion. By now, he'd had his share of hot young men. He'd met some real sluts and a couple of ex-jocks like Cole. But no one had combined that effortless masculinity with a real bottom eagerness like this kid.

"Fuck yeah," he growled as Cole began deep throating that fat hog. "Swallow Daddy."

More than he realized Cole was worked up that evening. He would have chalked it up to missing this cock, but actually Paul had reached out to him more frequently lately, no longer the once a month booty call. Maybe the more he had it, the more he wanted it.

That hand now clasped the back of Cole's neck and held tight as Paul's hips went into overdrive. Fast hard jabs battered the back of Cole's gullet. It was too much, and Cole coughed some on it, which made Paul pause before starting a gentler, if no less deep, thrusting.

Finally he pulled out, that dick spit wet and rock hard. It was beautiful to Cole. Like with John, he decided he liked the extra girth more than he craved extra length. For as bottomy as he was, the young stud wasn't a size queen. He'd prefer a tool that could use him without too much discomfort.

"To the bedroom, kid," Paul hissed, a hint of a smile cracking on the stern face. He was used to being in charge in every aspect of his life. He was in charge now. But something about this jock stud made him feel a little less in control.

Cole scrambled up. He'd learned to come over to Paul's prepared. Sometimes the two took their time, sometimes the married man seeded him in two minutes flat and sent him back home. As they entered the spare bedroom for the apartment, Cole quickly peeled off his sweatshirt and T in one move and just as quickly kicked off his sneakers and peeled down the jeans. There was nothing underneath and his own hardon stood up erect and excited. Cole may not have had the girth of his boyfriend or this man, but he was hung longer and the sparser crotch hair made his jock bone look even longer.

Paul was taking off his suit and laying it on a chair. He'd hang it up later. For now, his ravenous eyes were on Cole as he got onto the bed, on all fours. They didn't always mate this way but it was Ricciardi's favorite position, and Cole's too, thought they'd never talked about it. They just fucked.

Then watched the Head Honcho step toward the bed, his body tightly dense from dedicated workouts. The chest fur wasn't as silver as his hair, but it was getting there, and it got denser the closer toward that magic cock, which was already dripping.

"Damn, when was the last time you got off?" Cole asked.

Paul climbed on the bed and ran his hand over the ex-jock's dusty haired but half smooth rump. "Fucked the wife yesterday," he hissed. "I'm just a horny guy."

"I'll say," Cole replied. He didn't know what he thought about fooling around with a married man. It probably wasn't the moral thing to do. At least John was single, or said he was single. Maybe the man lied, hence the lack of a last name.

Then Cole felt the nuzzling of the man's face in his clean crack and the contact of that thick tongue. John was actually better at rimming, or at least liked to go longer, but something about Paul's intensity drove him wild. "Yes," he hissed backing his ass back against the man's munching face. A hard slap hit his cheek as the Head Honcho dove in more eagerly. It was gonna be a quick one, but Ricciardi was a grade-A ass man and could rarely resist a taste of Cole's jock hole.

"Goddamn," the FBI man finally said as he leaned up. Cole could feel that hard beef press against his back as Paul reached over for some lube. Just a squirt, not too much... Ricciardi liked a snug ride.

The man quickly fingere Cole and almost as quickly lined up that fat prick to press in.

Cole's deflowering, the night after his 21st birthday, had been by a very patient man, and he'd lucked out to find a couple of tops who knew how to go slow at first. Paul Ricciardi was the first man to show Cole he didn't always need slow.

That dick popped in now, snapping open the elasticity of the young man's pucker.

"Fuck yes!" Paul growled. He leaned forward again, covering Cole's smooth back with his own meaty furry one. "You feel that kid?"

"God yes," Cole hissed. Maybe it was the rank or the badge, but everything about Paul turned him on and made this FAR easier than he'd ever imagine. He even enjoyed the crude way Ricciardi's bone just barreled in further, past his internal tightness. "Fuck me, man."

That was Paul's cue, his green light. Wrapping an arm around Cole's shoulder and neck, he held on tightly and thrust all the way into the hot stud. Barely taking a rest, he began fucking, hard.

"Oh fuck!" Cole whimpered. He wished he could keep his normally deep voice low, but the pitch rose once Paul reamed him like this. "Oh god, oh fuck!"

A hand clasped over his mouth. Paul wasn't overly verbal today, though he could be. Instead he gripped the kid close and rode him hard. It had been a tough week and he needed a fuck like this to channel his stress.

Each mating like this made Cole wonder if it could get better. His prick was now leaking like crazy on Paul's bedsheets and his muscles flexed involuntarily in the man's strong grip.

THIS is what made him feel about going around behind John's back. Cole wished to god that John could fuck like this, or would fuck like this. The Head Honcho was even less available a man than John, but he outmanned Cole's boyfriend in the sack.

BAM, BAM, BAM. Paul's fat cock was relentless now. Some guys couldn't take it. Cole could, and would. The very knowledge had the FBI big-wig's prick getting slick with his own precum.

Cole concentrated and forced himself to quiet his moans. The hand unclasped from his mouth and moved to feel up more of the ex-soccer jock's lean body.

"You're close," he heard. Paul wasn't asking a question.

Cole forced his voice back to its deeper register. "Yah." He felt light headed now. Before Paul he thought hands-free cums were a myth. They weren't though, and he was about to offer proof again now.

"Oh shit," he breathed in a whisper. His dick jerked and the first spray of precum jetted out, matching what Paul was pushing deeper and deep into his guts with each hard jab.

BAM, BAM, BAM. The fucking was harder and faster, if possible, only Ricciardi was starting to lose his cadence. The man was orgasming now.

Cole's dick now jerked again, and the cum flew out. Seven heavy ropes of young cum being pressed out from within. Cole didn't pass out exactly, but he lost focus, like he'd sucked too many poppers at once.

Paul's body slowed and now rested immobile on his back. A light kiss was the one gesture of affection Ricciardi offered him, ever, but the simple act was more powerful for it. Cole wished he could have experienced his partner's cum more vividly, but the payoff of the simultaneous orgasm made up for it. He and John had done that once.

Paul rolled his muscular, FBI-fit body off his sexual conquest and lazily plopped onto the mattress. He was sweaty and handsome as fuck and his prick still twitched in its wetness, semen oozing out of the tip.

Just as lazily Ricciardi reached over to stroke Cole's side as the younger stud gingerly stretched his legs and lay on his back. "Remind me to thank your boyfriend for the hall pass," he hissed.

Cole had told the Head Honcho that he was seeing someone. He's admitted it to put Paul at ease for a discreet hookup, but he regretted sharing that info now. "He doesn't know, actually."

Paul chuckled. "I thought you said you had an arrangement... but that's cool, kid."

Cole felt embarrassed. "I mean, we don't have an exclusive thing, but I guess I haven't gone into details with him."

Normally the Head Honcho would be getting up, going to piss, showering off, or just slipping on some sweat pants in a clear signal it was Cole's time to go. Instead the man's eyes seemed not to get enough of the 24-year old and his hand moved up to gingerly stroke Cole's cute-handsome face.

"Well, I'm glad this works out for you," Ricciardi said. "I know I come on strong, but you're really fucking hot."

"I know," Cole smiled. He knew his worth, but it was also a joke.

Paul got it, chuckling. "As you can tell, I'm a busy man... but I'd love to see you a little more often. If it works out with you and your boyfriend." For a take-charge man, he seemed surprisingly shy in his request.

"That's be hot," Cole said. Paul Ricciardi didn't kiss as much as Cole would like, almost never after the act itself. But it was hard to give up the man's harder approach in bed and his overall sexiness. "You're really fucking hot, too."

"I know," Paul repeated Cole's joke back to him in perfect timing. "Am I hotter than your boyfriend?" he asked with a wink, then patted Cole's chest. "Sorry, that was my male competitiveness kicking in."

Cole nodded. He wasn't going to give Paul the satisfaction of an answer. Besides he didn't know how he would answer. John was sexy as fuck, too, and reminded Cole a lot of Paul in his stature, build, and appearance. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this but he works for the bureau, too."

"Yeah?" he smirked.

"Yeah," Cole nodded. He was glad to see Paul's laid back side. Maybe being married, the man wasn't bothered by hearing about another man. Lazily, the man's fingers caressed Cole's chest muscle. "John. A field agent," Cole said, opening up. He'd not been able to tell a single other soul about the most important development of his life over the last year. It turns out this DL hookup with a DC big shot gave him the only opportunity. He blushed as he added, "Funny thing is I don't even know his last name. He's super closeted. Always going on about how he's married to the Bureau and doesn't have time for anything else."

"Sounds like my brother Jo..." Paul stopped, his face growing beet red and his fingers pausing in their motion on Cole's naked body. "Jesus Christ, you're not fucking my brother are you?"

Cole was taken aback. The idea was crazy and yet once Paul said, he knew it was possible, even likely. The resemblance wasn't dead-on, but it wasn't far apart either. "I dunno," he stammered. "Fuck."

Paul got out of bed and Cole felt bad. Ashamed but also pissed. This guy was probably overreacting. There had to be a thousand Johns in the Bureau. But judging from the Head Honcho's reaction, Cole worried he'd fucked up a good thing.

Only Paul's expression wasn't anger as he walked back in. He had his phone in his hand. He slid back into bed and held it up. There was a photo of John already, probably taken a year ago at the beach, the agent in chino shorts and a casual polo, barefoot in the sand at sunset.

"Is that him?" Paul asked, like he was interrogating a suspect.

Cole nodded, tears welling at the edge of his eyes. "Sorry, Paul," he muttered. "Fuck, I didn't know."

Paul gave a grimace which was strangely comforting as he set down his phone. "I know you didn't, kiddo." He gave Cole a good look, like he was still trying to process things. "Confirmed bachelor, my ass," he laughed cynically.

"I don't know... he's kept things casual with us. Sometimes I think it's more a fuck buddy thing, you know?" Cole was trying to make it sound better, but the more he talked the more he realized it was sounding worse.

Paul had one last shake of the head. "Well, my brother had good fucking taste... I'll give him that." Then, "maybe you should go, OK?"

His tone was surprisingly empathetic, not mean. Cole could tell Paul was feeling concern that he'd encroached in onto his brother's guy and was processing the fact John was very probably full-on gay. And maybe the Head Honcho was worried how Cole was processing all this.

"Yeah," the ex-jock said, quickly gathering his clothes to put back on.

"Don't worry, kid," Paul said, leaning up in his bed, still naked and hunky looking. "This shit happens. Well, maybe not very often, but it's nothing to get freaked over."

"I'm OK," Cole said gamely. A million thoughts were racing in his mind but one worry in particular.

"But what?" Ricciairdi prompted, able to tell something was bugging the young guy.

"I shouldn't admit this," Cole said. "But I'm gonna miss the sex we've had."

Paul's brown eyes sought his and it was like their connection was a spark of energy. "Me, too, kid, me too."

Cole Walker thought about those words the whole walk back to his apartment.

[ashtavula]

Royalty AU Pt 4: A Meeting With Kalim

Gender Neutral Housewardens x Reader

Word Count: 2424

Start Here

You pace up and down the parlor room as you wait for your guests to arrive. Today, you’ll be meeting with the esteemed Kalim Al-Asim and his vizier, Jamil Viper. You roll the word around on your tongue. Vizier. You’d never heard it until recently, but to your understanding, it simply meant that Jamil was an advisor to Kalim. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by your steward, Trein. He warns you that Kalim and Jamil are at the gates, and to be prepared for them. His stern features are pinched. “And they’ve brought a veritable mountain of what seems to be gifts for you.” Trein gives a disapproving sniff. “Don’t let mere baubles sway your judgment of his character.”

With that said, the older gentleman leaves. You suck in a breath, and you force yourself to sit down on a couch and wait. Just as you’re starting to get antsy again, Trein reappears and announces their arrival to you. 

The first thing that you notice is the bright smile plastered on the face of the white haired man that bounces into the room. The next thing is that his body is covered in gold. Stacked bracelets and anklets clink together as he moves, and you can see a jeweled necklace. A heavy set of earrings sways, and his fingers are adorned with gold rings. Even his clothing is adorned with gold thread. In the back of your mind, you think that this man wears more jewelry than you do. 

Even his vizier wears jewelry, though he wears less of it, and his is more plain, for lack of a better term. The man is attractive, with his narrow eyes and silky hair. But what stands out to you is the thick ring of gold that encircles his throat. It’s a gold choker, but it reminds you of a collar. You also notice the way his eyes appraise you and your surroundings. In a strange way, it reminds you of how Azul sized you up when you first met him.

Before you can open your mouth to greet them properly, Kalim’s smiling visage bounds up to you. “Hello, Your Highness! I’m Kalim AL-Asim, heir apparent to the Al-Asim Trading Company. And this is my trusted vizier, Jamil Viper.” His hands clasp yours, which surprises you. You weren’t expecting him to touch you so casually. “I’m really happy to be able to finally meet you!”

“Uh…I’m happy to meet you too,” you murmur. You turn your gaze towards Jamil, and you incline your head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, vizier.”

Jamil’s eyes widen slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to speak to him. He quickly dips into a low bow. “The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. But there’s no need to address a mere servant like myself. I am simply here to assist Master Kalim.”

Kalim shakes his head, still smiling. “It’s fine, Jamil! We’re not in the Scalding Sands, so it’s fine if you talk.”

You can see Jamil’s eye twitch. It looks like he’s about to scold Kalim, but he doesn’t do so. Instead, he lowers his head with a quiet murmur of, “As you wish…”

Kalim’s words stick out to you, and your eyes return to him. “Are servants not supposed to be addressed in your country?”

“Well, most people just don’t pay attention to them. Jamil’s from a low caste, and people from a higher caste usually won’t bother to talk to them unless it’s necessary. But I think that that’s wrong! Jamil and I might be from different castes, but he’s still my friend!” Kalim’s grip on your hands tightens slightly, and he fixes you with a hopeful look. “So, please treat us the same way, okay?”

“Kalim!” Jamil’s face twists into an expression that you can only label as irritation. “Please don’t make such bold requests of Their Highness!” Jamil bows to you yet again. “Please disregard that, Your Highness. Just treat me like any other servant.”

You don’t miss the way that Kalim pouts, nor the way that Jamil grits his teeth. You decide to change the subject. “I was told that you’d brought things for me?”

Kalim takes the bait. He brightens up again, and he lets go of your hands. “Oh yeah! Jamil, help me bring them in!”

Jamil is already heading out the door before Kalim finishes his sentence. Turns out that Trein is correct. Kalim has brought you more gifts than you can count. There are bolts of colorful silk, boxes of jewelry, and spices that you’ve never even heard of before. It’s overwhelming, and Kalim tells you about everything with great enthusiasm. Jamil silently presents each item to you as Kalim points them out.

By the end of it, you’re adorned in almost as much jewelry as Kalim, and you have a length of silk wrapped around your shoulders like a shawl. They’ve all been placed on your frame before you could even express your opinions on the gifts. You can’t help but wonder just how much money all of this costs. 

Kalim carefully slides yet another gold bangle onto your wrist, and he smiles. “I really wanted to bring you a tiger, or a parrot, but Jamil said that would’ve been too much.”

You look at Jamil, hoping that the look in your eyes is enough to convey your gratitude towards him for stopping that particular piece of insanity. With the way the corner of his lip twitches, you think he understands. You turn your attention back to Kalim, and you smile. “Kalim, how would you like to eat lunch out in the gardens? The flowers are all in bloom right now.”

Kalim answers your question with the same unwavering enthusiasm he’s shown for everything. “That sounds great! What do you think, Jamil?”

Jamil nods. “Your suggestion is most excellent, Your Highness. I trust that your gardens are well guarded?”

Well, that’s a strange question to ask. But you nod. “Yes, there are regular guard patrols. And a pair of guards will be stationed close by as we eat.”

This seems to put Jamil at ease, and he quietly bids you to lead the way. Kalim takes hold of your hand, and Jamil trails after you two as you walk. You take a moment to inform Trein of your intentions, and the steward assures you that lunch will be served shortly. With that done, you guide the two men out to your castle’s sprawling gardens.

Kalim seems impressed by the variety of flowers being grown. He asks questions, and openly asks Jamil if it’d be possible to grow some of the plants in the Scalding Sands. Soon, the three of you are sitting down under the shade of a gazebo while your servants carry in trays of food and drink. As Kalim is served, you notice that Jamil is quick to take small bites or sips of anything that the merchant is given. Kalim doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to happily chatter away. 

“What’s Jamil doing,” you ask.

“Oh, he’s just testing things for poison,” Kalim replies cheerfully, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Jamil takes a sip from a glass of lemonade, and places it in front of Kalim after a few moments. Kalim only drinks from it after that's been done.

Jamil notices your frown, and elaborates for you. “Please don’t be offended, Your Highness. It’s not that we don’t trust your servants. I just need to verify everything that Master Kalim eats and drinks, to be on the safe side. In our home country, poison is the weapon of choice. And everyone there knows that Master Kalim is currently visiting your castle.”

Your frown deepens, but you suppose you can understand Jamil’s caution. The things you consume here at the castle have already been tested for such things, but you can see why Jamil and Kalim would want to take extra steps to insure their own safety. “It’s alright. Please do whatever you think is necessary.”

They both thank you. You wait patiently for Jamil to test everything before you tuck into your own plate. The kitchen chefs have made one of your favorites today, and you smile as you take a bite.

“Is this one of your favorites?”

The question takes you by surprise, and you look at Kalim. “...It is. How did you know?”

Kalim laughs. “It was pretty obvious! You looked so happy when you saw it being brought out, and you smiled when you took your first bite.” Kalim takes a bite of the food, and he lets out a pleased hum. “I can see why you like it so much. It’s delicious.”

A faint blush colors your cheeks at his words. You hadn’t expected him to notice your joy. “What sort of things do you like to eat? I’ll see if I can get the chefs to prepare it for you next time.”

“Hm, I really like coconut juice, but I don’t know if your servants can get it here. Don’t worry about it! I’d rather try the sorts of things you like while I’m here.”

As Kalim turns his attention back to his plate, Jamil leans over to whisper to you. “I can send a kitchen servant over with some recipes and supplies if you wish.”

You nod, and whisper a thank you. Jamil seems to be more than capable. It’s easy to see why Kalim trusts the man with his life. Once again, you can tell that he’s not quite used to people expressing gratitude towards him. He turns his face away from you, and he lets out a quiet cough. 

As you continue to eat your lunch, Kalim proves to be wonderful company. He’s attentive, sweet, and endlessly happy about everything. You find yourself being swayed by his infectious energy. In the time it takes you to have a meal, you find yourself laughing more than you have in the past week. Kalim just has a way of making you forget about your stress. So far, he seems like an excellent candidate for your hand in marriage.

However, the sight of the bracelets on your arm gives you pause. He had given you a lot of very expensive gifts without batting an eye at the price. If Kalim was used to spending money like it grew on trees, then he might be a drain on the royal coffers. You sneak a peek at Jamil. The man appears to be trustworthy, but it seems like Kalim heavily relies on him. Jamil might be an excellent advisor, but would that continue to hold true in your kingdom? Or would the two of them falter when faced with the stresses of moving to a foreign country?

As you ponder this, your brow furrows. Jamil notices, and he turns to Kalim. All it takes is a few well-placed words to distract the man, and Kalim looks away from the two of you. Jamil shifts in his seat, and he makes eye contact with you. 

“Kalim would be a wonderful husband.”

Your head feels fuzzy, and you forget what you were thinking about earlier. Yes, Kalim would be a wonderful husband, wouldn’t he?

“You should choose to marry Kalim.”

It’s hard to think about anything other than the words that Jamil is hissing to you. Marrying Kalim does sound nice. After all, it’d be so easy to choose him. He’s right there. All you’d have to do is tell him, and he’d be yours.

Jamil looks away, and your head clears. Yes, Kalim is an excellent choice. But you shake your head slightly. You still have to meet your other candidates. You can’t make a choice before then.

Kalim’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry, what did you say Kalim?”

“I asked if we could take a walk around the garden after we eat. Jamil said that your castle was given a Taif rosebush for your birthday last year. I’d like to see them.”

You nod. “Yes, they were a gift from your Sultan. I’d be happy to show you.”

You get up, and the two men follow you down the path. The Taif roses were planted in a place that you’d frequently pass through, as they were a gift for you. Kalim gasps when he sees the thriving bush. Their sweet scent fills the air, and Kalim leaves your side to rush up to the blooms. “Wow! You’ve taken really good care of them!”

“Thank the gardener,” you say. “He’s the one who takes care of them.”

“Okay. Where is he?”

“Kalim…” Jamil sighs.

You reassure him. “I’ll make sure he knows, Kalim. Don’t worry.”

Kalim nods, and he turns to the flowers again. His warm hand finds yours. “Your Highness, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

His grip tightens. Kalim keeps his eyes on the roses. “Can we be friends if you don’t pick me? I don’t really have any friends besides Jamil. And I really liked spending time with you today.”

Those soft, earnest words make your heart hurt. You know what it’s like to not have any friends because of your status. You also remember what you were told about Kalim’s family. His own siblings frequently try to poison him. It can’t be easy to trust people after such experiences. You squeeze his hand. “Of course we can be friends, Kalim. I’d like that.”

Kalim’s hand slips out of yours, and he throws his arms around you. He gives you a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers. When he pulls away, the smile on his face is nearly blinding.

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you can see Jamil’s face soften slightly. But when you turn your head to look properly, his expression has evened out again.

Later, when the two of them leave, you retire to your bedroom to rest before dinner. As you lean back in your chair, your thoughts turn back to the pair. Particularly Kalim. It’s strange, but there’s a little thought in the back of your mind that’s telling you that Kalim should be the one you marry. 

You frown, and shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the thought. You’re not sure where it came from, or why the thought is so persistent. Maybe it’s just because you enjoyed his company so much.

There’s a knock on your door, and Trein enters your room.

“Pardon the intrusion, Your Highness, but you have a visitor…”

[icequeenlila]

Good Luck, Babe!- Maxley fic

context: the three up there lost their shared dorm, Max has to move in with a new roommate and he doesn't know who it will be.

“You know, my bed will always be yours if you need a place to crash, Maximilian”, Bobby said, dramatically throwing an arm around Max’ neck.

“I take your word for it”, Max said with a chuckle in his voice.

What did he care for a new roommate? If the guy was too annoying, he’d just come here and bother his friends.

By then it had gotten a bit late. The sun was already saying goodbye as they climbed back into the van.

“Maybe you’re lucky and they moved you in with a hot chick”, Bobby said as he started the engine.

Max and PJ shared a look through the van’s rear-view mirror, and Max nudged their stoner friend against the head. “Sure, Bobby. If that’s the case I’ll get you, her number.”

“Deeeeal.”

They all laughed as the van rolled onto the street.

The dorm was big. It was fucking huge. And nice. There was so much to look at that all three of them were too occupied dislocating their necks to comment on any of it yet.

PJ had been right, there was a kitchen. Whole ass kitchen directly connected to the open living room they were standing in right now. There was a couch that could easily fit a whole family and a huge - huge! - TV. Also a round, little table by the window. The window also was bigger than your usual window, as seemed to be everything in here.

“Fancyyyy.” Bobby was the first to get back a grip. “From now on I’m gonna call you Max-a-million.”

“This has to be a mistake”, Max said, completely ignoring him, his voice a breathy whisper. “There’s no way they’re letting me stay here for this little rent.”

“Well.” PJ set down the box he’d been carrying. “It’s the only dorm available at the moment and since the university couldn’t determine the source of the fire it’s lawfully their fault, so they have to provide you with an accommodation no matter the costs.”

Max looked over at him, eyes still wide in disbelieve. PJ only shrugged his shoulders. “I think you’ll manage.”

“Look at this beauty!” Bobby abandoned the stuff he’d been carrying and hurried over towards the big flat screen. “Which of these boxes has your PlayStation, Max?”

But Max ignored him again, instead letting his gaze wander over the space. Now, after the initial shock, he noticed empty moving boxes by the door.

“Huh.”

So, he wasn’t the only one moving in today. But who was his new roomma-

“Could you be any louder out here?”

Max’ eyes went wide.

No way.

He spun around on his heels towards the familiar voice. And really …

“You’re kidding”, Bradley said.

“No way”, Max said simultaneously.

There, standing in the doorframe of one of the two separate bedrooms, stood his recently discovered boy crush, and he was staring at Max like he was ready to jump out of a window.

“You know what? You can keep the number.” Bobby wasn’t helping as usual.

Bradley frowned. “Is he high?”

“Always”, PJ answered in a very casual tone.

“You’re my roommate?”, Max asked when he finally found the mind to speak again.

“I doubt it”, Bradley sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you take a wrong turn or something?”

Max cocked his head, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Sure”, he said, holding up his keys to the apartment. “And I found this in the trash, actually.”

Bradley glared at him. “How?”

So, Max told him how they had lost their former dorm. He left out the important details of course.

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(from chapter 2)

'Good Luck, Babe!' on ao3

[noname-nonartist]

I’ve been a fan of Project Sekai for about 6 months and just recently watched Jujutsu Kaisen so you can imagine how your AU has taken over my brain. I want to hear as many ideas as you have of it, even if it’s an unorganized word vomit post. :)

Ho-Ho-Hooooo!

This might gonna be my longest post yet, since I have A LOT ideas with this AU! >:Dc

(More under the cut~)

PJSK+JJK AU IDEAS

Okay! To not make this too long (hehe it will be super long tho kek), I’ll just talk about some of the jjk characters past and some small neat facts within this AU instead! The characters Arc stuff that I have planned can be for a later post (if asked ;3c)~

Let’s start with our favorite pink-haired cinnamon roll… Yuuji!!!! >w<

Yuuji Itadori

DOB: 3/20 School: Kamiyama High School

Height: 173 cm School Year: Class 1-C

Hobbies: Karaoke, Watching TV, and Impersonations

Specialty: Cooking (and any Physical Sports/Actives but he doesn’t care too much about that)

Fav Food: Rice bowl with food on top and noodles

Least Fav Food: None

Dislikes: Science and Math subjects (the numbers be sort get mixed up in his head, relatable ngl lol)

As ya can see in this post I did a while back, that Yuuji lived a mostly normal life with his grandfather, Wasuke, at Sendai City. He never really knew much about his parents, he only have some small memories of his father before he one day left for some unknown reason.

Shortly after Wasuke passed away, Yuuji was suddenly contacted by a group of people he has never met before. The group of people told him that they all are his half-brothers due to all of them sharing the same parent. The Oldest, Choso, has been trying to contact and unite all of his half siblings and offer Yuuji to come live with them in Tokyo.

Yuuji, with the last wish from his grandfather of avoided dying alone, decided to move to Tokyo and try to connect with all of his half siblings.

While he attends to Kamiyama, he shortly became friends with Akito Shinonome after they bonded over their struggles with science and math class. Yuuji also quickly became friends with Nobara Kuguisaki when she transferred to the school.

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Nobara Kugisaki

DOB: 8/7 School: Kamiyama High School

Height: 160 cm School Year: Class 1-C

Hobbies: Shopping and Playing video games

Speciality: Fashion Designing

Fav Food: Trendy Foods and Watermelons

Least Fav Food: Lightly pickled vegetables

Dislikes: Being Dehydrated

Nobara used to lived in a small village within Iwate with her grandmother. Growing up she was outcasted within her village due to her more outspoken and brash. Her only friends as a child were Fumi and Saori, she especially looked up to Saori as an older sister figure. Saori was a young teenager that moved into Nobara’s hometown for a while and befriended Nobara. However, Saori moved back to Tokyo due to the village discrimination towards her and her family, which deeply saddened Nobara and deepened her hatred for her village even more.

When Nobara’s mother moved to Tokyo due to her job, Nobara quickly moved in with her to escape her village life and in hopes to see Saori again.

Nobara became friends with Yuuji and Akito once she transferred into Kamiyama, she pretends that she doesn’t care for them but deep down she very much do and appreciate their friendship.

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Megumi Fushiguro

DOB: 12/22 School: Kamiyama High School

Height: 175 cm School Year: Class 1-B

Hobbies: Reading Non-Fiction Books

Speciality: Tuning people out

Fav Food: Anything that goes well with Ginger

Least Fav Food: Paprika and any Sweet side dish

Dislikes: People

As a child, Megumi lived in poor condition with his step sister, Tsumiki, after Megumi’s father left one day and Tsumiki’s mother died shortly afterwards. As a way to vent his frustration and feelings he would make music and post them online, under the alias PLATO. One day, around the age of 7, one of his music had gone viral and Rising Pop-Star Gojo Satoru saw it and decided to contact Megumi. Once Gojo saw Megumi and Tsumiki’s living condition, he offered to financially support them in condition that Megumi compose the music for his songs.

Megumi agreed and since then Megumi composed for Gojo and his fame reached Worldwide due to his music. However the constant stress of making viral songs and unresolved emotions of his abandonment caused Megumi to be constantly be depressed and moody. The build up reach it peak in his last year of Junior High where he snap at Tsumiki one day, creating a sibling argument that cause Tsumiki to leave the house for the day. However the next day, Tsumiki nearly died and was put into a coma after a car accidentally hits her as she was walking across the streets.

This trauma caused immense guilt within Megumi, and caused him to focus even more on his music in order to continue financially support his sister medical care.

Megumi mostly keeps to himself during school, rarely interacting with others and always has his headphones on during breaks. He is however within a music video club he started so he can mostly work on his music after school since he feels uncomfortable working at home after the incident. One day hears Yuuji’s singing and was instantly impressed and awed, thus asked him to join the club.

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Junpei Yoshino

DOB: 8/13 School: Kamiyama High School

Height: 165 cm School Year: Class 2-A

Hobbies: Watching Horror Movies and Recording them in VHS

Speciality: Knows a lot about Marine life, specifically Jellyfish

Fav Food: Crab omelet on rice

Least Fav Food: Herring Roe

Dislikes: Bullies and Musicals

Junpei lives with his mother, Nagi Yoshino, after both of his parents filed a divorce. However this happened when he was really young, so he has no recollection of his father, only hearing that he was a terrible person.

Growing up, Junpei was outcasted for being a child of a single mother and was considered weird for his interests in horror and the supernatural. However, his mother reassured him that he’s not weird for his interest and she even apologized to him for being a single mother. Junpei tears up and told her it’s not her fault, in which Nagi just smiles gently and says that he’s such a good son.

During his first year in High School, he was getting bullied by some of his classmates. One day, the bullies were about to take things too far, until Rui Kamishiro stopped them and scared them off by spouting out possible inventions he can test on the bullies.

Junpei saw Rui again in the rooftop when he was skipping class, and so they just both hangout in the rooftop as Junpei listen to Rui ramble about possible theatrical shows and musicals. Junpei not really talking much, but Rui didn’t mind for he understood.

In the middle of the year, Junpei’s mother passed out one day due to stress and was sent to the hospital. The next day, bullies took his favorite books and ripped it up. When he went to the rooftop after school, Rui was about to show Junpei the new outfit that his friend Mizuki made for him, until Rui noticed Junpei’s upset face and asked what’s wrong.

In which Junpei snapped and yells at Rui and complains how he always talk his “dumb” musical and “weird” gadgets, and accuses Rui for always talking about himself and knows nothing about him. And in a fit of his rage, he took Rui’s costume and start ripping it up as he yells at Rui to leave him alone.

Junpei quickly realized his mistake, but before he could say anything Rui just told him to leave in a cold voice.

His mother recovered and was able to return home safety (she even officially quit drinking and smoking so something like that won’t happen again), but Junpei still skipped school due yo the bullies but also due to the guilt of what he did towards Rui.

They then moved to Kamiyama due to his mother getting a better job there, and Nagi encouraged Junpei to attend to Kamiyama High School ensuring things will be better for him now.

Junpei became friends with Tsukasa after seeing his passion for shows reminds him of Rui (not realizing he also goes to the same school too kek~), and became friends with Yuuji one day when he saw Yuuji watching the same niche horror movie he was in the movie theaters.

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Maki Zenin

DOB: 1/20 School: None/Drop Out

Height: 170 cm School Year: N/A

Hobbies: Working out

Speciality: Fast Reaction Time, making her really good at reaction-based video games

Fav Food: Fast Food/Junk Food

Least Fav Food: High Class Food Dishes

Dislikes: Her Family and Codependent People

Maki live within a finically privileged family with her younger twin sister, Mai, however the Zenin family itself is incredibly toxic and emotionally abusive with the occasional physical abuse (mostly from the father with the mother being a passive complicit). The family has high expectations from both Maki and Mai and often pin the twins against each other. The father especially ridiculed Maki for not being as academically gifted compared to Mai, and constantly tells Maki she’s lazy and not studying enough for school (she actually having good grades despite Maki struggling with dyslexia and dysgraphia, but it’s never enough for the Zenin Family).

One day, near the end of Maki’s last year within Junior High, Maki finally had enough and ran away from home without telling anyone.

Maki has been living on her own working full-time in order to finically support herself on her own. Due to this, she hasn’t contact with her sister, one of the only family members she actually love. She is currently living within Vivid Street with Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi as roommates.

She works as a security guard (she has a fake ID with the help of Kirara because otherwise she would be too young to work as one), and she occasionally have shifts to guard backstages for idol shows, that’s how she met Shizuku during her time with Cheerful*Days.

Maki at first was standoff-ish towards Shizuku’s kindness whenever she would try to talk to her. But Maki slowly warms up to her after seeing Shizuku always working so hard during practice.

As a resident of Vivid Street, Maki tend to go to WEEKEND GARAGE for their affordable coffee and food. Ken Shiraishi (the owner of WEEKEND GARAGE) tend to give her free food and drinks whenever he notice Maki struggling with some money problems before her next paycheck arrives. An Shiraishi, Ken’s daughter, tend to greet her whenever Maki comes in and even remembers her order too.

Maki also have some shift where she would stand guard for some live stage shows within Vivid Street, so he knows of Akito and Toya, but never really actually interacted with them before.

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Mai Zenin

DOB: 1/20 School: Miyamasuzaka School

Height: 170 cm School Year: Class 2-A

Hobbies: Reacting scenes from her favorite rom-coms movies

Fav Food: Fast Food/Junk Food

Least Fav Food: High Class Food Dishes

Dislikes: Her Family and Independent People

Just like Maki, Mai lives with her toxic and emotionally abusive family.

When Maki ran away from home without even telling her, it hurts her deeply and causes her to be resentful.

Mai’s friends with Momo Nishiyama due knowing each other since childhood thus knowing deeply about Mai’s terrible family environment. Mai also become friends with Kasumi Miwa, Nanako Hasaba, and Mimiko Hasaba during their first year in Miyamasuzaka Girls Academy.

Mai hates Shizuku Hinomori due to her seemingly having a good life compared to her and internally craving for a caring older sister again, but rather than being vulnerable she would rather speak negatively about Shizuku behind her back.

Mai decided to try a pull a prank and put Shizuku’s name in an idol application contest to try and humiliate her. However, she didn’t expect Shizuku to actually win and later be the center of the popular idol group Cheerful*Days. This cause Mai to hate her even more due to jealousy, thus Mai started to spread false harmful rumors on how Shizuku gave the managers “special treatment” in order to become an idol throughout the school.

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Anddddd that’s all for now! ^w^/

Of course I have way Way WAYYYYYYY more ideas and thoughts about this AU! So if ya guys are ever curious, just shoot me an ask!

And if I’m not constantly mentally exhausted, I might draw something for this AU too! :Dc

[lilioopdf]

Do you think that there is a possibility that Pepe might be considering quitting racing altogether?

I say this because I recently saw an excerpt of an interview, where Pepe mentioned that he nearly quit racing in 2020, after a bad year, until his parents encouraged him to keep going.

He's had a terrible year this year and this last weekend with the crash left him visibly shook in a way I haven't seen him before.

Plus, he has joined university and I'm not sure what the point of that is, if he's really serious about his racing career. Other drivers like Ollie Bearman quit school early and have said that you need to give racing your 110%, which you can't do, if you are trying to do school and racing at the same time.

Finishing school is one thing but I was very surprised when I heard that Pepe was pursuing university as well. It might be a controversial opinion, but I don't think that's the right move for him, when he's already struggling in F2 this year. He needs to focus and give more time to racing next year, but instead, he is putting more on his plate and risking not maximising his chances and giving racing his best shot next year too.

He's so young, he can always pursue university later if he needs to, instead of doing it now, when it's going to potentially affect his chances of succeeding in motorsports, where there is such a narrow window of opportunity, which he only has now and which won't be available in the future.

oh my god the way i completely forgot about that interview until you brought it up

ABOUT THE UNI THING THOUGH OMG i asked my friend the EXACT same thing and she told me she doesn’t think he plans on quitting racing just from “vibes” so i was like yeah okay whatever but honestly i get what you mean too because in my mind, uni is such a time consuming and overwhelming commitment the way racing is and he will (ultimately) have to choose what he wishes to prioritise more in his life

i know lorenzo fluxa once mentioned that he was starting uni soon in a prema vid (but i think that vid was posted like a year ago), and now he’s currently racing in elms (i think?? ill have to check) and idk if he’s still pursuing his education but he is basically doing what pepe is doing yk? and if he is still in uni rn, i feel like that just shows that studying while racing is still very possible (although i do think its very tiring and honestly, not very smart because you won’t be able to fully commit to either)

but i also believe that pepe’s family really does prioritise having a good educational background, because there was also an article talking about how his mum was very proud of the fact that her son was one of the few drivers in f3 who actually completed his compulsory education. plus pepe has mentioned multiple times that his mum/parents wanted him and his sisters to speak really good english and therefore put them in educational institutions/with educators that could teach them to be perfect english speakers so it would maybe make sense that a uni degree was always a part of what was planned for him in his life

and idk if this is weird but his family basically founded (i think??) movento, and its a really big company in spain LOL (ofc i mean racing is expensive and they have to fund him somehow) and i think there are quite a few family members who are a part of the company and in the more higher ranking positions in the company, so then i looked at their linked in (not stalked!! because it’s public info anyway) and they all come from pretty good edcational backgrounds so having a good education was probably (again) what was always expected of pepe

i think itll be unfortunate if he ends up quitting though because if we sit down and properly think for a sec, there’s already been millions lost to funding his career so far, and i know racing already caused him to not do as well in high school, and that he himself thought it was so amazing that he ended up passing his IBs so BASICALLY what im trying to say is that chances are, he might not be in a very good uni because of entry requirements and etc. (unless he paid for a spot somewhere? maybe?) and his degree will still be a degree, but it’s not the same as a degree from a better educational institution and that if he does quit racing, it’s probably just a degree that will help him either work in his family company in the future, or go back into racing in a different position like an engineer or something idk (i mean he’s mentioned the engineer part before so it wouldn’t be completely shocking yk)

atill idk aaaa there’s sm more i wanted to say but i’m typing this as i rush to get ready for a formal dinner so i’m def missing out on stuff and making mistakes in my speech but omg thank u for bringing this up i hope youre having a lovely day/night rn

[letsberealgenz]

how to be productive: stop procrastinating, stay motivated and disciplined in 2024

Recently my schedule has been pretty crazy! Not going to lie, it can get pretty overwhelming when you have so much to do yet so little time. The truth is time is just time, it’s just that we’ve been filling up our plate a little too much with the expectation of getting almost everything done in just 24 hours and also crazy enough to think that we can juggle every responsibility we have towards ourselves, family, friends, community and et cetera.

Are we living in a time where we can’t seem to differentiate humans and robots anymore?

Being in a chaotic schedule has definitely hacked my productivity benchmark but what surprised me was how easily it is for us to overlook the daily habits that’s actually making the most difference in your day-to-day. Finally, I am compiling and revealing it to you today!

stop mindless scrolling

The #1 productivity killer is this. To be honest, it’s a drug that’s been intoxicating not only 1 person but the entire generations down the road. Like it or not, everybody’s forced to own a smartphone today due to how fast the world is revolving around digital transformation.

I mean that’s okay but what’s not okay is how easily it is for humans to fall prey into this addiction of scrolling through social media. We are living in a time where nobody has to teach you how to be addicted to an application instead we are living in a time where it’s the application that tends to give you more attention compared to human beings. Right?

That’s how you get addicted scrolling through your Instagram feed, Facebook, TikTok and all the applications that exist out there just for you! To be honest, I was definitely in that category too and I hate the fact that I wasted every second of my life going through that addiction till I finally woke up.

An awakening they say? Huh once I knew exactly how we are wrapping ourselves into this great illusion, I made a promise to only use my social media when it’s highly needed. For instance:

work purpose

communication and etc.

Definitely I allow myself to mindlessly scroll too but only when I am completely done with the tasks that I promise myself to work on. Also not forgetting I always find a way to stay in the present moment by giving my time to people whom are physically present around me. That way, I feel like I am truly living and making the most out of the day!

create a to-do list

This is my top habit for easing my anxiety and reducing panic attacks throughout the day. Saves mental space big time! From my personal experience, the moment I begin planning for the things I need to work on for the day, I ensure that it is truly aligned with my goals as well as allocating the time required in a realistic manner.

What happens here is that by doing this, I am actually eliminating tasks that does not require my immediate attention and upscaling my time management for tasks that would actually move me closer towards my goals.

plan your important days ahead

I can’t emphasize enough on the importance of planning your high priority tasks way ahead. Yes, I do know how well some of us work at the very eleventh hour but truth to be told is when you get your planning right, you would ensure that you put in all the effort required on your side to make it happen!

Trust me when you do this, you won’t ever have the feeling of “you could have done more” or even “only if I put in more effort, never know I could ace that event/competition/meeting/presentation.” Planning wins in the end!

set up your vision board

Didn’t they say visualization is the key to manifestation? Yes, you heard it right! Vision board is just another really simple way to ensure you are being reminded of your big goals in life. That dream house, that dream vacation, that dream relationship, that dream job and that dream lifestyle of yours is never going to come into fruition if you just procrastinate and scroll through your phone all day long right?

visualization + belief + effort = manifestation

dopamine reward system

I have to credit Rob Dial’s podcast for this insight! It’s ironic how we only reward ourselves for the big wins but the truth is it’s the small wins that matters the most at the end of the day!

When you start rewarding yourself for those small wins of yours, that’s how you’re going to generate a bigger, better and brighter momentum to keep moving forward in life!

For me personally, I find it so satisfying to cross off my to-do list. This is my daily dopamine reward system for my entire being to be honest. What’s yours?

focus on the important task first

When you have so many things on your plate, it’s so easy to be pulled in various directions at the same time. That’s why it’s so important to recognize which task is truly urgent and actually helping you to get closer towards your goal.

Personally, I use the Eisenhower decision matrix boosting my time management!

monitor your intake

Food is fuel right? I am not a professional nutritionist to advocate about this but I am humanly enough to know that the food and drink we consume affects our entire body system in so many different ways.

energy level

sleeping patterns

hormones

cognitive function

The list goes on and on haha!

take your vitamins/supplements consistently

Vitamins are so underrated to be honest. It’s like we get caught up doing everything externally till we forgot we could boost our immune system just through the right pills. I know it’s always the best to consume intake that naturally has all the vitamins and minerals your body needs but what if you are eating out most of the days?

Exactly, that’s where vitamins and supplements come in as your best friend!

sweat it out

I hate how social media portrays “fitness” because in reality everybody has different body languages. Maybe I fit well working out at home with my yoga mat but for you maybe hiking is your love language. But what needs to be spoken more about is how you can fit a certain workout regime best into your daily schedule.

Consider time as well. Do not robotized yourself instead be really flexible with your regime. Some days working out could be easy and some days you just don’t find time to do so and that’s totally okay. Do not ever beat yourself up for this!

self-reflection

Reflection is such an important tool yet it can be easily overlooked in your daily life. That’s where journaling comes in as your savior. This is something that I have recently found out, night journal really helps in wrapping up my days.

What I did on that day?

What can be improved?

What needs to be eliminated?

What did I learn overall?

What I need to focus from tomorrow onwards?

I will create a special night journal routine vlog soon on my YouTube channel. Therefore, do hit the subscribe button to stay tune for more live vlogs! (PS: This is a new realm for me but I am excited to try this out)

batch create

Saving the last spot for the best! Aha, finally we are here and this should be your #1 habit if you’re an online entrepreneur, growing your business digitally, running an online store, an artist, creator or anybody who’s trying to make something out of wi-fi money. This one’s for you! (save this)

Batch create your content. Save a specific date and record all of your videos/podcasts on that same day. This would help you to save a lot of time down the road for editing and scheduling purpose.

That’s it for now! Signing off, let me know if you found this to be helpful and below are my socials. Let’s connect!

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Bro what happened to AFO he used to be scary and deserving respect. Now he’s a clown and probably Shigaraki’s grandpa. All Might’s arc too, the iron suit felt last minute af.

EVERYONE REMEMBER KAMINO. THE KAMINO ARC. WHERE ALL FOR ONE'S VERY PRESENCE GAVE THE STUDENTS PANIC ATTACKS. @stillness-in-green is right to rag on his big move being to bulk up his ridiculous arm for ridiculous punches it was a sign of things to come.

like the thing is. villain decay is a real phenomenon. it's one thing to present a villain as intimidating and threatening. it's another thing to actually follow through on that intimidation and threat factor. we can get told that All For One is an evil genius, but horikoshi himself is not an evil genius and will have understandable trouble tapping into that. not to mention life for a mangaka is hard, and maintaining the energy needed for tight, intense, in-depth characterization can be difficult for every aspect of a narrative, your big bad least of all.

addtionally, a lot of All For One's early allure also existed in a light touch and sparse appearances. he can retain an air of mystery, we have more room to speculate about his motivations and relationships, he made for an intriguing foil to how all might seemingly deconstructed certain tenets of superhero stories. once AFO is on the front line in the last act, we lose all of that.

but above all of that. and i actually mentioned this with my friends earlier today. is that i fully believe that All For One was always a character in flux, and that horikoshi never had a solid idea of what he was going to do with him.

obviously we know that horikoshi's ideas for the plot and the endgame have shifted a lot over the years. most notably, the way the story keeps being so much longer than he intended. or how the heroes rising movie riffed elements of one idea for an ending. and i guess recently it was revealed that he originally intended for endeavour to die in the PFL/Jakku battle, but changed his mind while working on the high-end battle. this is pretty expected with manga - you can have a general plan going in, but unless you're crazy disciplined a lot of things are going to be by the seat of your pants. (conversely, there are story elements that horikoshi stubbornly clung to, like shouji having a big plot despite doing the bare minimum of set up to earn that big plot. but that's besides the point.)

All For One comes across to me like horikoshi's biggest question mark for his part in the storyline. i know a lot of people carry on like him possessing shigaraki was a no-brainer and the only way the plot was going to go, but i got the impression that horikoshi set it up so that he COULD do the possession plot if he found it necessary, but that he could also choose another, non-possession path if necessary (we must always hold his comments about best jeanist's quirk close). remember, a big theory was that instead of springing All For One out of prison, shigaraki would kill him and take his place as the true big bad. honestly, AFO chilling in jail for the second act left as an option for a lot of things that horikoshi COULD do, but also an obligation to do SOMETHING.

i got the same sense throughout the third act where horikoshi could (and did) just fall back on him being a Born Evil, Cause Of All Disaster plot device, but i felt like there were some vague hints and general leeway where he could have a deeper and more complex character, and a more meaningful relationship with his brother, if horikoshi wanted to pull thay trigger. he didn't! but he could have.

another piece in my "flux character" argument is the recent reveal that AFO and yoichi are actually twins. at no point prior to the story was this ever indicated - they were always just described as "big brother" and "little brother", with the obvious read of them having some years bt them. them being twins doesn't really come across as a big Twist, but a recontextualization that makes it "easier" (in the broadest sense possible) to sell AFO as Born Evil. because otherwise, horikoshi would have to decide on what AFO and his relationship with his parent(s) looked like before yoichi was born, and giving AFO any additional backstory beyond his possessiveness of yoichi and his greed over everything throws a wrench into that Born Evil character. i honestly think the twin thing is a retcon, rather than horikoshi's original intention, because it was just easier to write at the point of the story with whatever stress horikoshi is under.

and it's a shame! All For One might have lost a lot of threat in this last act, but he was funny, and there was potential to do more with him. it is what it is.

all might tho that was just dumb as hell. you expect me to believe he remembers enough of his students to recreate their quirks mechanically. i wish he died.

[katierosedreams2]

Barbie doll

“You have to go see the Barbie movie with me!” Kiara commanded me. “Kiara, do I really have to? I don’t want to see that movie, there isn’t something else I could do instead?” I whined. “No! You lost the bet fair and square! Brianna was going to see it with me but she can't now, so you have to go instead. Plus you two are the same size, so you can wear her super cute outfit!” Kiara smiled. She knew I’d be upset that she’d make me do that. 

“What!? No way! I’m not wearing girls clothes!” I desperately tried to stand my ground. But we’ve been friends for a long time, and I already knew how this was going to go. The three of us have been friends since second grade when I moved into their neighborhood. They were the only two other kids on the whole block. So, even though they were girls, us three became best friends. I didn’t exactly grow up like most boys, it was just me and my mom, and she had to work a lot. So I spent most of my time home from school being watched by either Kiara’s or Brianna’s moms. They used to make me play dress up and dolls with them all the time. We watched only girly movies and played with makeup, stuff like that. 

The other boys in school and I just never got along. I just didn’t have anything in common with them. I had just grown up being surrounded by girls and girly stuff that all the silly guy matcho crap just didn’t interest me. I didn’t play football or baseball, instead I danced! Ballet, classical, hip-hop, cheer, and recently I’ve even started learning pole dancing too. Kiara and Brianna’s moms both co-owned a dance studio together. I was either there, or at their houses every day, so naturally I learned to dance. I have always been rather small for a boy, and now, even at 18, I was only 5’4” and 103 pounds. I’m pretty skinny and lean. I was never big enough to really be a dance partner for one of the girls, so I had to join them in their dances. Sometimes I was even the girl dance part for some of the guys, so embarrassing!

But that’s just how my life went. I was surrounded by girls, and only ever seemed to be considered one of them. I do like girls just to be clear, but none of them have ever seemed to like me. They just always see me as a great friend, like one of the girls. It’s been bad enough that I look like one. I really do! I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Every Halloween, the girls make me join them in a group costume, always in some girls costume. No one has ever noticed I’m a boy. Not even when we got older and Halloween had just become going to someone’s party. Everyone from school just thought I was some girl Kiara and Brianna knew. I have a cute little button noise, a round soft face, large pouty lips. Slim shoulders with large hips and a very skinny waist. I have almost no muscle tone, and can’t seem to build any. It probably doesn’t help that I have long blond hair either. I really was a very feminine looking male. 

This didn’t bother me too much, strangely. I found that girls were always very kind and accepting of me. But they never seemed to be interested in me romantically. But recently I met this girl, Willow, at my community college I just started at. She is incredible! I’ve never had a crush on a girl like this before. And she actually seemed kind of interested in me. She’s even flirted with me a few times! It’s the first time a girl has ever actually flirted with me.

I told the girls about her and they all seemed so happy that some girl liked me! She had previously attended a high school near by and they actually both know her from some of their competitive cheer team friends who also went to that school. She was on their school cheer team. 

She’s a tall beautiful woman. She’s kind of a stunning, dark, mysterious type. As if preppy girly girl met goth girl. She’s incredibly pretty, the type of girl that every single guy would fantasise about! She has the body of a super model. She’s at least 5’9” flat foot, so I didn’t expect her to have any interest in a short, feminine looking guy like me. 

She and I have been talking these past few weeks on Instagram and I know she follows the girls there too. I also know that Kiara will post a photo, as she always does. And I’ve been trying to seem more manly recently, and this would really ruin my chances with Willow. “Listen Bailey, you lost our bet. The looser does whatever the winner decides. Now you have to go and you have to wear Brianna’s cute little outfit. Deal with it!” Kiara, having no tolerance for my complaining, trusted a bag at me. 

I reluctantly took it, “fine. Just please don’t post it on Insta.” I was hoping I could just keep this from Willow. “Are you kidding me! That’s the whole point! If it’s not for the gram, why would we do it? Just go put it on, and I’ll put mine on, then we’ll do your makeup!” She said and she pushed me into her bathroom. Closing the door behind me cutting off any way to plead more. I sighed and looked in the bag, pulling out a cute, light pink halter top that said “Barbie” across the chest. Next, a light pink sparkly vinyl pleated skirt that was very short. And a pair of white panties. This was far from my first time wearing girls clothes, but I was going to try my best to make this my last. 

I undressed and slipped the panties up my smooth legs. I never did grow any body hair, some kind of hormone imbalance. The doctor said I wasn’t to worry about. I slipped them over my perky girly butt, round and toned from all the dancing I do. The thong slipped between my cheeks. I’d never say it out loud, but I didn’t hate the way a thong felt. It did feel kind of "sexy". I am very small up front too. I was only about two inches, and I wasn’t really a grower, two and one eighth inches. I measured once. My testicles weren’t very big either. It all fit with room to spare in the small girls panties. 

Next I slipped on the top. My flat chest and slim shoulders made me look like a flat chested girl. I then put on the cute skirt. I also haven’t told the girls, but I kind of have a thing for vinyl and leather. And I have noticed I do feel sexy dressed up like a sexy girl would. I see why they were this stuff, it looks sexy and it feels sexy! I zipped up the skirt and noticed that it did cover my butt, only barely though. I opened the door to see Kiara dressed very similar to me. She looked pretty, but she’s like a sister to me. 

“Come on, let’s get your make up already! And your hair too!” Her excitement couldn’t be contained. “This is like when we were younger and you were like our own personal doll! I guess you still are, Barbie! Haha this is so perfect!” I just frowned as I sat down to do my makeup. She’s right, I have done this thousands of times before with them. She told me what my make up should look like and I just got to work as she did my hair. Light pink DSL with lots of gloss, light blush, lots of mascara with extra long lashes and just simple eyeliner.  I was an expert in makeup at this point so I just go right to work.

“So what exactly happened to Brianna again? Why couldn’t she make it again?” I questioned as I worked. “She had to go with her mom, her grandmother is sick and they left this morning to go see her. We already bought our tickets and you’re my closest girl friend besides her, so now you get to play dress up and see this movie with me.” Her focus split between talking and doing my hair. “Look, I don’t mind seeing the movie with you. I don’t even care that you want me to get dolled up with you, but do you really have to post it on Instagram?” I was hoping to wear her down.

“What is with you? You know I’m going to post it! And my outfit only makes since with yours, so yeah, your going to be in it. Why do you care so much? It’s not like you don’t have like a hundred photos on my Instagram of you dressed as a girl! Why do you care about this one?! Now give me your hands, I have to do your nails!” She was confused and made a good point. There were years of it. They make me do this sort of thing often, and I just never fight it. I haven’t really cared until now. I thoughtlessly gave her my hands and she applied very long light pink nails that matched my skirt perfectly.

“Because I don’t want Willow to see it.” I sheepishly got out. “Ooo!! WILLOW! You don’t want your little crush to think you’re some gay little sissy boy?! Some trans cock sucker?!” Kiara teased me. “Yes! Please, she’s the first girl to ever even seem interested in me! I don’t want to ruin my shot with her!” I was trying so hard to convince her. “Sorry Barbie girl, no dice. Besides, Willow can see all the old picks of you glammed up anyway. What’s one more going to do? Who knows, maybe she’d like it? Anyways, if she asks about it, you lost a bet, so no big deal!” Kiara was making a good point. I could use the bet as an out. But what did she mean that Willow might like it? 

“More lip gloss girl! Not nearly enough!” She commanded, cutting off my train of thought. I carefully applied more lipgloss as she walked off to the closet to get out our shoes. White vinyl platform pumps. They must have been at least 6 inches tall. I didn’t even blink, I just slipped them on. I’ve been walking in these girls' heels since I met them! I even won a bet that I could wear heels exclusively for two weeks! It was actually really easy. Although the looks I got at school from some people were strange, I still won the bet! 

Kiara then handed me a matching small white vinyl purse and I slipped my wallet and phone into it. Kiara reminded me to take some makeup to touch up if I needed. After that, we were on our way. Our heels clicked in unison as we walked to her car. Any passer by would just see two young hot girls walking. I really did feel pretty. I always feel more confident, attractive, and natural when I’m dressed like this. But I’m trying to break this “tradition” so I defiantly didn’t say anything. 

The car ride was smooth. Kiara is such a great friend, we really get along so well! We have all of the same interests, except she’s a little boy crazy and I’m into girls. But otherwise we get along great. We got some looks and even some cat calls as we walked to the movie theater from our parking spot. It was kind of far away but it was super busy. As we approached, we saw a line of pink. Almost exclusively full of glammed up beautiful women waiting to see the Barbie movie. We fit in perfectly. 

The girls in front and behind us were all super nice and very excited for the movie. As we talked, I could tell not a single one would have ever guessed for a million years that I wasn’t an actual girl. Not that it was any surprise to me, even in my boy clothes I’m often mistaken as a girl. And my high feminine voice doesn’t help clear it up either. 

As we talked to the girls, we learned what we were actually waiting for was the photo op with some stuff the theater had put out to take photos in front of. Before long it was our turn. Kiara had offered to help take the pictures of the girls in front of us and they kindly offered to return the favor. They took so many and Kiara made us try so many different poses to find just the right one.

Once she was finally satisfied, we thanked the ladies who took our photos and then headed into the theater. “OK you buy the snakes, I’m going to pee and I’ll meet you at our seats!” Kiara spoke as she just walked off to the bathroom. I was left just standing there in the middle of the theater dressed like a kind of slutty Barbie doll. I felt slightly self-conscious and hurried off to get in line. As I waited, I looked at my phone and saw that Willow had posted a few hours ago of her with some friends also all dolled up and that they were just about to see the movie. It looked like the same background as what we had.

A shot of fear went through me. Oh my god, what if she’s at this theater!? No, that must be silly. I tried to calm myself and just kept scrolling. Finally, it was my turn to order our popcorn and drinks. The guy taking my order was clearly checking me out and trying very hard to flirt with me. I was trying to be nice and friendly, but it was also super gross! As soon as he left to get my order, I heard the sound of a lot of high heels on the tile floor. I looked over to see a sea of girls in pink leaving one of the theaters. HOLY SHIT! THERE WAS WILLOW!! My heart started to race and I tried to look away. I don’t know why, but I was terrified of her recognizing me! I pulled off my phone to try to seem less suspicious and the first thing that popped up was Kiara’s post of us. Oh god! SHE TAGGED ME! I’m screwed! I just hope Willow doesn’t check her Instagram for long enough that it’ll be way down her feed!

Finally, the guy came back with our order. I grabbed the stuff and almost started to run just to freeze. Oh no! Her and her friends stopped by the women’s restroom! I’m going to have to walk right past her to get to the theater! Oh no! I couldn't just stand there so I started off, just hoping that their conversation about the movie would be enough to keep her attention so she didn’t start looking around and see me. My heels clicking loudly, signaling my approach to her. SHIT! She looked over right at me! But she looked right back at her friends! I don’t think she recognizes me! But she did a double take! Looking at me up and down! I feel so vulnerable in this short skirt and these tall heels! I walked as fast as I could, keeping her in the corner of my eye as I walked. But my pace was slow. I didn’t want to drop anything as I struggled to move smoothly in the heels. Of course, the only way I could manage that was to sway my hips as I walked. And just as I was passing her, I saw her reach into her bag and pull out her phone. I walked as fast as I could. My heart was racing so fast I thought it just might pop out of my chest! Oh god I hope she doesn’t check her Instagram!! The first thing she'd see was Kiara's post of us!

I felt very little relief as I rounded the corner, glad to be out of her sight but knowing that she only had to take a few steps to see me again, let alone chase me down. My heart still thumping as I walked down the long hallway. Of course, we were in the farthest theater! I was feeling slightly better the further down I went. And once I finally entered, my heart was slowing down but my mind was still racing. I sat next to Kiara, who looked concerned. “Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost!” She whispered over the final adds. 

Still breathing kind of heavily, I whispered back, trying not to lose it. “Worse, I saw Willow!” She looked at me shocked! “What!? Really!? What did she say??!” “She didn’t say anything! I was getting the stuff when she came out of a theater and stopped with friends in front of the bathroom. I had to walk past her to get here! She looked at me, twice! But she didn’t say anything or even make a face or anything. But I’m still freaking out!” I was trying so hard to be quiet, but it was really hard. 

“It’s OK! She probably just liked your outfit! There’s no way she could know it was you!” Kiara said, trying to calm me down. “Are you sure?!” I was so worried. “Yes, not just relax and enjoy the movie! OK?!” Her soft soothing whispers helped to calm me down. I just nodded my head trying to calm myself. The reminder came on to silence your phone, Kiara opened her purse to check her phone. “oh” I heard her say quietly to herself. I looked over. Willow had liked her post and commented. “Looking good Doll, I’d love to meet your Barbie!” 

It felt like my heart stopped. Oh my god. I’m screwed. I rushed to check it myself. I had a dm. I was almost too scared to look. It was from Willow. 

“Hey Barbie girl!! Who knew you could look so pretty! I’ll catch you after your movie! Btw Nice skirt! It hardly covered your perky girly ass as you walked by in those tall sexy fuck me pumps!”

My heart sank. Kiara laughed. “Oh my god! Well she’s not wrong, it hardly does cover your butt!” “That means she recognized me! Kiara, I’m so screwed! There goes my chances of ever being with her!” I was crushed, I could almost cry. “It’s going to be so entertaining to see her after this!” Was all Kiara could get out before the movie started and the theater erupted in applause!

I could hardly focus the whole time. I was a twisted mess just going over what had happened and what was going to happen over and over again in my head. I just wanted to check my phone the whole time, hoping it was all just my imagination. My panic clearly didn’t stop Kiara from enjoying herself though. 

It was a good movie and all, but I could hardly pay attention. I was a nervous wreck! I looked down at my body, and just saw that of a beautiful trendy girly girl. I didn’t even look like a boy. Willow is never going to be interested in me now. I had to pee but was terrified to leave. What if she was still in the theater waiting for me? No, that’s silly, it’s been over an hour! She’s not going to just stand there for that long, right?

I got up as quietly as I could. I tried to slide down the row of people as quietly as I could. But my heels clicked loudly with each step. Everyone’s attention turned to the slutty blond Barbie heading off to the bathroom. As I made my way in the dark, I tried not to fall or stick my butt in the face of the people behind me. Several times my ass got slapped or grabbed. Each time I turned to see some guy sitting there with this big grin on his face. The girl he was next to seemed to into the movie to notice. Finally, I got out of the row and down the walkway.

I paused at the door, looking out to see if Willow was in sight before I left. Fortunately she wasn’t. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could. I walked past the girls' bathroom at first but stopped. I looked down at myself, there was no way in hell I was going into the men’s room looking like this! Who knows what could happen!! I entered the women’s room and found an empty stall. I pulled my panties down to pee and I checked my phone. One new message. 

I was almost too scared to look. But I couldn’t not see it either. I opened it, it was from Willow. “Don’t you dare try to sneak your girly little ass out! Me and my girlfriends are shopping. When the movie is over, meet me at the Starbucks across from the theater. I’ll be waiting! You better look pretty!”

It felt like my heart was in my stomach. How is this happening to me? It is bad enough that she saw me, now she wants to humiliate me?! I finished peeing and pulled my panties back up. I checked my skirt and then went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. I just saw a stunning beautiful woman staring back at me. She looked so cute, I’d love to date her! Too bad that’s exactly what I looked like. I noticed my skirt and top were still nice and neat. I opened my bag and reapplied my lip gloss. I did look pretty. I felt pretty. Unfortunately, that’s the reason no girl will ever want me.

I walked back into the dark theater, and shuffled past the row of people. Each guy I passed grabbed my ass, same as before. They clearly weren’t paying any attention to the movie. I found my seat next to Kiara and sat down. Too worried to really watch the rest of the movie. As it was clearly ending, I started to panic! It can’t be over so soon! I don’t want to go see Willow!! 

Kiara looked at me with excitement. “This is going to be hilarious! Let’s go see Willow! I can’t believe she’s going to meet the real you!” She teased. “This isn’t the real me!” I argued back as we both walked out of the row, the clicking of our heels blending in with all the other girls. “Yes it is! You look like a girl, you sound like a girl, you move like a girl! When you wear your clothes you just look like a girl who’s just wearing boy's clothes! And since Brianna and I met you, you have been dressed as a girl at least half the time, if not more!” She laughed as we walked. Our heels clicking and hips swaying in unison. The sway of our vinyl skirts makes us seem even more like sexy girly girls.

“That’s not true!” I tried to deny it, but I was thinking it over as I said it, and she might actually be right. “Let’s see, pretty much every time you are at one of our houses for a sleep over, we have made you dress like a girl. Then there’s when we dance, and you are dressed like all the other girls. There’s the bets we make, like this one. All the random days we demand you dress up with us and you just do it. Every single Halloween and Halloween related event. Even at school dances we made you wear a dress and go with us girls! Hell you ligitmently have girls clothes in your closet plus your own makeup!” She shot her comments at me with aggressive confidence. She knew she was just stating facts, and that I couldn’t argue with her.

I racked my brain for a response. But I couldn’t come up with some clever excuse as to why those statements are true. “Well that’s only because you two are my best friends. And that’s what friends do!” I tried my best to sound confident, but we both knew that was a pathetic response. The stress of this conversation was helping me from keeping my mind on meeting Willow, and I just had hoped that Kiara had forgotten. As we exited the theater building, I started to walk the opposite way from the Starbucks. “Where are you going Barbie? We both know we are going that way.” She pointed at the Starbucks. 

“How did you know?!” I questioned. “Willow messaged me, I checked it when you went to the bathroom. She wanted to make sure I didn’t let you chicken out. Now be a good friend and walk that girly butt of yours over to Willow so I can laugh my ass off!” She demanded as she stood there still pointing. I hung my head and started to walk to Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk, maybe even less than a minute, but it felt like an hour. My heart raced as Kiara laughed. “What do you think she’ll say!? What do you think she’ll do!? I can’t believe she saw you!!…” 

I couldn’t even respond as she continued, my mind felt frozen from the fear I was experiencing. My feet felt as heavy as bricks and it was only Kiara’s insistence that kept me going. I felt so defeated, I just wanted to cry. I have never felt the way I feel about Willow with any other girl before. I guess that’s what I get for getting my hopes up. Kiara opened the door and I slowly stepped in.

My eyes franticly scanned the whole shop. Trying to both find Willow and also avoid her at the same time. And at first she didn't seem to be there. I looked around again, my eyes were only met by the stairs of everyone in the room. They were all looking at the two beautiful young girls dressed very trendy, but also kind of whorish, who just stood there right in the doorway. I took a few more steps forward. Looking frantically. But I didn’t see her. Oh my god, did she not show up?! Was this luck or tragedy?! I then heard the sound of the door opening behind me. I turned and there she was, standing in the doorway, trapping us in the Starbucks. I just stood there, so terrified to move, staring at her.

She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing black leather thigh high boots with a 4 inch heel. She was wearing a small light pink leather dress that was backless. A small diamond choker around her neck. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her large pouty lips were light pink. Her long lashes perfectly mascaras and her dark black eye shadow completed the seductive look. Her black hair was done in big curls. She had a small light pink leather bag that matched the dress over one shoulder and her long white nails held her cropped black leather jacket. Even in my 6 inch pumps she was still taller than me. 

“Well don’t you look so cute my little Barbie girl!” She said in a kind of sexy flirty way. “Why don’t you two join me outside, let’s talk!” She said and she stepped back holding the door wide open. Kiara went first, I timidly followed. “You look so beautiful Willow!” Kiara added in her bubbly, friendly voice, as we walked to a table on the side of the building. “Thank you! You look incredible too!” Willow replied in a matching voice, and then she looked at me with a large grin. “But you! Wow, what a surprise! It’s so refreshing not to see you playing dress up as some boy!” She almost laughed. Of course, this made Kiara laugh hard. “I know right! He’s always looked like a girl! Boy's clothes clearly don’t even fit his little girly body!” Kiara couldn't hide how funny she found this. 

“I know right! He makes a perfect girl! Not just that, but a pretty, sexy girl too! Did he shave his legs?” Willow could hardly contain her excitement. But she still spoke in her slow, soft, sexy voice. “Nope! “She’s” naturally hairless! Can you believe it! Not even a single facile hair either!” Kiara was loving this. I, on the other hand, just wanted to disappear and die. “Oh my god! That’s precious!” Willow could hardly get out, her hand covering her mouth from the shock and excitement. 

“We’ll go on! Give use a twirl! Let her see all of you!” Kiara demanded as she laughed. I didn’t want to, everything inside of me was screaming NO! But for some reason I just slowly turned all the way around, showing all of me dressed as this Barbie slut. They both laughed! “Oh she’s a perfect girl from every angle!” Willow giggled! I just stood there with my head hung as they laughed for a while. I wanted to run away. But I couldn’t, it was like my heels were glued to the floor. 

Once they settled down, I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t speak. It’s like if I was to do a single thing I would just start to cry. “I absolutely love this! Wow, she is so pretty! I mean I’ve always felt she was pretty, but to see her dressed up, I’m obsessed! Thank you so much for making this happen Kiara! This has made my day!” As Willow spoke you could hear the joy in her words. I shot a confused, angry look at Kiara. “What!?! You planned this!?” I almost yelled at Kiara, my girly little voice quaking, trying not to cry.

“Hold on there Barbie girl! Before you get mad, let me explain!” Kiara shot back in defense. “No Bailey, don’t be upset with Kiara, please. Allow ME to explain. Please?” Willows soft soothing voice captivating me. I was still upset, but also very confused at this point. “Fine.” I could hardly get out. 

“Well, you see, Kiara and I have kind of known each other from cheer friends for a few years. And I’ve followed her on Instagram and had often seen her posts with Brianna and this third, pretty, girl. And sometimes it was them two and that same girl, but dressed like a boy. But every time it was tagged the same name, Bailey. I was confused but interested in what was going on. Then, when I saw you in my class, I thought I recognized you immediately. But I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to be weird and ask you! I’d be so embarrassed if I was wrong! So I messaged Kiara literally as soon as the first class let out. Of course, I didn’t want to just jump in to all of my questions, so I started small. I asked if her friend Bailey went to our community college. Then, what classes was she taking? And when she told me, I knew for sure that it was you! But I had so many of my questions were still unanswered.” She spoke so kindly and softly, her voice just drawing me in. 

“So I started asking more and more about who you were. Were you a girl? I was so surprised to hear you were actually a boy. Well surprised and delighted.” She paused for a moment as she smiled. I was just more confused. “Delighted?” I softly spoke. 

Then,“Yes!" She happily exclaimed! "I guess I should explain. So, growing up, I had crushes on girls. Like hard crushes. I’ve always been attracted to how a girl looks. Especially a girly girls. As I got a little older, like Jr high, I even kissed a few girls, just experimenting. I really liked it. But then the thought of their lady parts, well, I didn’t feel the same way. I wasn’t interested in doing that to a girl, but I didn’t dislike the thought of a girl doing that to me. Then, as I entered high school, lots of boys started giving me attention. I was on the cheer team, all the girls had lots of boyfriends. I hadn’t thought much about guys up to that point. I always thought they could be good looking. But they didn’t give me the same butterflies in my stomach the way girls could. But since all the other girls have boyfriends, I thought id have one too. Lots of guys had asked me out before, so I waited for the next one to. I'd say yes as long as he wasn't ugly. The next cute guy asked me. He was shorter than me, with scrawny, thin, soft features. But I said yes. He was nice, and kissing him was nice, but not the same as kissing a girl.” I listened confused and clearly showed it. 

“Then one of the older jocks asked me out, so I dumped the first guy and said yes to him. He was taller than me. Strong, good looking. But kissing him wasn’t as good as the first guy. Then he wanted more. I felt pressured to do more, all the other girls had, or at least said they had. So I did more. It turned out I really like dicks. Especially big dicks. Sucking them, getting fucked by them. I loved it. I became quite the party girl. Very popular with the boys and had turned into quite a little cum slut for them. But I wasn’t fully satisfied by that. I realized I didn’t care much for the guys. None of them ever really excited me. Not that they weren’t handsome, good looking guys. They all were.” I was getting really uncomfortable hearing what she was saying and had no idea why she was telling me this. She could see that on my face. 

She smiled but kept going. “You see at the parties I’d come up with any excuse I could to make out with one of the hot girls. It was pretty easy, most girls would just go along with it. I just loved kissing their soft lips, the feel of their lip gloss. I loved running my hands over their sexy feminine bodies. They would get me all horny and then I would go off and let some guy fuck me to finish me off. But I didn’t really want them. I wanted that soft, pretty, sexy girl.” 

She then looked down. She seemed shy, not her usual strong confident demeanor. It was obvious she was a little embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Then one day I learned about sissy’s. Girly boys. Boys that looked exactly like girls. I was immediately interested. I wanted to learn more. But most of it was just some fetish. Just something that would only happen when they were horny, and would end when they were done. It was like a game, not a lifestyle. Most weren’t woman thew and threw. Then I learned about trans women, but most were interested in men. Total cock sluts desperate to worship every dick and give it absolute pleaser and get denied their own! I loved it! But I was kind of disappointed knowing they wouldn’t want me. But I really wanted to meet one! One that was moldable, one that was into woman too. I had to see how I would feel about one. You are actually what sparked that in me. Kiara and Brianna’s posts of you is what got me looking at that stuff in the first place. And then, just like that, there you were in my class!” I was shocked to hear what she was saying. 

She seemed even more hesitant to share, she seemed vulnerable. But it was clear that she had to say this, whether she wanted to or not. “I had to know more about you. Kiara and Brianna were happy to share all about you. The more I learned, the more fascinated I became. How they have always thought of you as a girl, how you act like a girl, move like a girl. And how they often make you dress like a girl. That you even compete on their dance team as a girl, and no one has ever known! And then seeing and talking to you in class, confirming everything they were saying. Hearing your little girly voice, and studying your flawless feminine movements. Searching for any sign of masculinity and not seeing a single thing. I had to ask Kiara if you were into girls or guys. And that’s when they shared you had a little crush on me! It over joyed me!” She smiled, but her vulnerability was still very obvious.

 “But I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I realized I’d had a crush on this beautiful girl who was actually a boy since I was in Jr high! I wanted to see HER! I didn’t know how to get to see you not wearing those silly boy clothes, and in something pretty instead. I had to see this girly version of you in person! I had to understand my feelings. And then Kiara and Brianna both came up with this very fun idea to trick you into meeting me dressed up. I had actually invited them to see the movie with the girls. We had become kind of close recently with talking about all of this. And they thought of this! It was brilliant! And look at you! You’re even prettier in person! I can’t believe it!” She was clearly holding back tears. Both from excitement, and from fear of opening up to me. I was just stunned in shock. I didn’t know what to say or think or anything!

“I’m sorry for tricking you, and for putting all of this on you like that! I know it’s kind of creepy. But I just had to. I was tearing myself apart inside. Kiara and Brianna said you’d understand.” She could hardly get the words out. I could tell my silence was scaring her. 

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in Willow! I’m not sure how I feel about all this. Flattered? Confused? Tricked? Relived? Terrified? I'm not really sure what to feel, or what to say? Or what’s happening exactly?” I struggled to get the words out as I struggled to process what was just told to me, what was going on. 

Kiara cut in, clearly in defense of Willow. “Listen Bailey, what Willow is trying to say is, will you be interested in being Her GIRLFRIEND?! Or at least go on a few dates with her while you’re dressed like, well this!” As she motioned up and down at me. “Is- is this true Willow, you want to go on a date, with me, as a girl?” I could hardly get it out. My head was spinning because of what was going on. I could hardly comprehend it. This tall, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous woman who is usually so strong and confident, was almost a crying mess. All she could do was shake her head yes. She couldn’t even look at me, terrified of my response. 

I took a second, just one to think about it. At first, this seemed like so much to be asked of me. But then I thought about how I was dressed at this very moment. It hardly took anything for Kiara to convince me to look like this. Hell, I’ve probably spent half my life dressed like a girl, or at least wearing something that was made for a girl. And I really did like her. If simply doing my hair and makeup and slipping into a skirt was all it took to get to know her, then I guess that wasn’t the end of the world. 

“I’d LOVE to go on a date with you, Willow!” I softly spoke with a nice smile. “Really?!” She seemed almost too shocked to believe that I agreed. “Yes!” I simply replied. This pushed her over the edge and she started to cry. Some of them were defiantly happy tears. This made Kiara tear up too and they hugged each other. This was clearly a big deal. And I stood there realizing that if I was going to spend a bit more time as a girl then I had thought. 

Once they both finally calmed down, all I could see was Willows Willow's beautiful smile. Kiara then chimed in “I’m going to leave you two ladies alone then. Bailey, you be a good girl to Willow, she’s a sweetheart and deserves a nice time!” She said sternly to me. “Willow sweetie, if she gives you any trouble at all, just let me know. Brianna and I will put her in her place! But I’m sure she’ll be just fine, she’s a sweetheart.” Kiara snickered as she looked at me. She hugged Willow again. Then she hugged me. “Have fun, enjoy your first date ever! I can’t wait to hear all the details! I’m so proud of you! Please be a well behaved girl for her. You have no idea how hard all of this has been for her!” she whispered joyfully in my ear.  As she started to leave, then stopped. “Willow, you can give her a ride home, right? Also, have fun! You can dress her however you want! After all, she’s your Barbie doll now!” She laughed as she left. 

Willow smiled as she still dabbed the tears from her eyes. “So what would you like to do?!” I asked with nervous excitement. This isn’t what I pictured I'd be wearing on my first date. But I did feel pretty, and Willow seemed to like it, so I guess it’s not that bad! Willow was still collecting herself. She was sniffling as she pulled out a compact and checked her makeup. As soon as she seemed satisfied with how she looked, it was like she transformed back into her confident, strong-willed self. “Let’s get a coffee and get to know each other. I’ll buy.” She said in such a sure, smooth way. She walked past me, without waiting for a response, like she owned the world. Her hips swaying as she did, I was completely mesmerized! “Sounds great!” I chimed in as I quickly followed after her. She held the door open for me and I walked in, our heels clicking loudly in the quiet coffee shop, causing people to look up at us. She walked in confidently and put her hand around my waist, like a guy would typically do to a girl. “Get whatever you’d like!” She said with her quiet confidence! She spoke and moved like royalty! “Oh, thank you! That’s very sweet! You carry yourself like a Queen! It’s a little intimidating!” I said sheepishly, with a kind smile on my face. 

She looked down at me with a matching smile. She clearly took my compliment the way it was intended. “Then I guess that makes you my princess! Who knows, maybe if this goes well I’ll even let you worship me.” She whispered in her naturally seductive voice, causing butterflies in my stomach.  And I couldn’t help but blush. She seemed to like that response. I wasn’t sure if it was just the thought of being with her that I liked. Or was it also the thought of being her girlfriend that I liked too?  

I ordered my drink, and she ordered hers, then we sat down in the back corner of the store where there wasn’t anyone. We talked briefly as we waited for the coffee. When our order was called, I offered to get them. As I walked I found myself swaying my hips a little extra as I walked, really moving my ass side to side. I hoped she couldn’t take her eyes off of me the whole time. I figured if she’s serious about likening me like this, then I’d better give her a show. I grabbed our order and the man who had made our drinks said “Hey cutie! What are you and your friend doing later tonight? You want to hang out?” He said as he fucked me with his eyes. “That’s very kind of you, but we’re busy.” I took our drinks and turned to see Willow staring at me with this lustful sultry look. She was clearly aroused. I did my best to walk back as sexy as I could. I guess it’s a good thing I’ve spent most of my life dancing and moving as a sexy girl. I’ve gotten pretty good at it!

As I sat down, Willow asked. “What did the man say?” “He asked if we would want to go on a date with him later. I told him no thank you.” I replied a little embarrassed. “How interesting.” She replied clearly deep in thought about what I said. “It’s amazing how no one would ever guess you’re a boy. To be honest, I’m even doubting that you are! You don’t look or act like one in any way!” She seemed amazed, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. 

She then shifted to another topic and we just sat and talked for hours. We laughed and talked about very serious stuff to silly light stuff. Past experiences, future goals. I don’t really have any. I have literally no clue what I want to do. I guess something to do with dancing, it’s kind of all I know. She wants to model. I told her I thought she could. She’s absolutely stunning! Then, in what seemed like no time at all, the guys told us they were going to close the shop in a few minutes! “Wow it’s ten already!? The last few hours just flew by!” I said to her as we started to clear our table.

We walked out to her car, holding hands, the unison of our heels clicking echoed through the parking lot. I was actually really happy with how this had gone. Most of the time I had just forgotten I was even dressed this way. I even reapplied my lip gloss after we had coffee without even thinking about it. I guess I’m more dressed like a girl much more than I realized. We stopped just before her very nice white BMW. Her parents were very wealthy I had learned. She stood there looking down at me, she put her hand gently on my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. OH MY GOD, MY FIRST KISS!! I was so excited! I gently kissed her back. The feeling of her big soft lips made me get hard instantly as the sticky feeling of lip gloss smoothed the sensation. I loved this! It was some of the most aroused I’d ever been! We made out for maybe a minute or so. It felt like a year and a nano second all at the same time! It was so incredible. She then slowly pulled back, and stared into my eyes. I stared back. The joy and arousal clear on my face. “You even kiss like a girl! I have never felt that way kissing a boy before!” She spoke so soft and sweetly. “Are you sure you’re not tricking me?” She said as she reached her hand down to the front of my skirt. 

She could feel my very small hard dick under the vinyl of my pink skirt. This caused me to start producing precum! I can’t believe she touched me there!!! My fist kiss and she touched me there!! OH MY GOD!!! “Oh wow, you sure are a tiny little thing! Is that as big as it gets?” She said, still keeping her hand over my skirt, gently rubbing as if to encourage it to get bigger. Her body was close to mine and her arousal clearly growing. Despite what she was saying, I was the horniest I’d ever been! “Yes.” I could hardly whisper both from arousal and embarrassment. “I guess we can make your little micro dick work. It's probably part of the reason why you make such a convincing girl!” She said seductively and then started to make out with me as she kept rubbing my little cock over my skirt. I felt so weak, small, humiliated, sexy, and aroused all at once!  

What a sight this must have been for anyone walking by! Two sexy sluts touching and kissing each other in the parking lot! I felt myself getting closer to cumming! Suddenly she stopped. “Get in the car princess!” She commanded sweetly as she then rushed around to the driver's side. Felt so horny and confused as to why I liked her calling me that?! But I wasted no time and hurried to get into the car, flattening my skirt under me and my knees together as I sat. Something any normal girl would do. Willow noticed and only seemed to get more turned on. She clearly liked that I behaved like a girl. 

As soon as both doors closed, she demanded, “Lift up your skirt! I want to see it!” This all felt so fast! So sudden! But I did as I was instructed and wrapped my long pink nails over the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it up from my body, my knees parting slightly as I did. I realized that’s the way a girl would do it too. Willow seemed mesmerized by the small miniature male gentiles hardly showing in the white girly panties. She reached her hand over and placed them on my panties. Only the thin cotton of my thong separated her from touching me. I could feel the warmth of her and she could feel the wet from my precum. 

“You’re so horny aren’t you?” Her sexy voice echoed in my ears. “Yes” is all I could get out from my arousal. She smiled “I can see you’re wet too! So am I! Well it’s only fair I show you mine.” She then took my small hand and guided it between her legs, as she pulled up the hem of her leather dress to show me her black panties. She placed my manicured finger tips over top of her panties. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel the shape and size of her pussy. This only turned me on even more! 

She gently started to move my girly finger back and forth over her panties and softly moaned. She was clearly loving this. After only a few seconds of this tease she slid her panties aside and placed my dainty girly finger right on her clit! I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! This is the farthest I’ve ever gotten with a girl before! She directed my finger exactly how she wanted to be touched for a short while, then stopped when she thought I’d gotten the hang of it. She then reached over and started to make out with me as I gently fingered her dripping wet pussy. 

I was loving this! I was so turned on I could hardly handle it! She reached down and gently rubbed the head of my cock with one finger over my skirt. Mimicking the movements I was doing to her as we kissed passionately. She suddenly stopped and pulled her lips away slightly and started to moan loudly as she started to cum! I didn’t stop what I was doing and just rubbed her clit over and over again. Her finger tip gently resting on my pink vinyl skirt, just over the tip of my desperate cock. After what must have been a while, and was clearly an incredibly intense orgasm, she gently moved my hand from her pussy. She could hardly get out any words, but managed to mumble something like “that was one of the greatest orgasms of my life.” And then went back to kissing me for another minute or so. No longer teasing my cock. She then seemed slightly rejuvenated and asked me to drive. I agreed and we switched sides. 

As I drove, Willow rested quietly, clearly in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. I thought about what had just happened! I was shocked and aroused as to how my day had gone! I got my first kiss, got touched by a girl for the first time, touched my first pussy, and made a girl cum for the first time, all on my first ever date! I was dressed like a slutty girl the whole time though. But so was she! I guess I could be ok with this for a little while! It still felt a little strange. But I really liked Willow. I don't know how I feel about being a girlfriend though...

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

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Writerly questionnaire

thanks for the tags @honeybewrites and @nczaversnick!!

about you:

when did you start writing?

I was stapling together loose paper and handwriting weird shit on the playground instead of socializing for as long as I can remember, but I was 12 when I first got serious about telling any kind of coherent narrative and 19-ish when I overhauled FS into it's current form

are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

oh, nah, I'm a sucker for the same cliche high fantasy tropes as I write. I got really into LotR in 6th grade (like, reading the silmarillion and other supplemental texts the following year. don't ask me about my favorite traumatized elf guys unless you want the most incomprehensible rambling response. i've been told it's all very predictable of me on no less than half a dozen occasions) and that shit was a formative experience I can't go back from

is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

yeah i think every high fantasy writer gets compared to tolkien at some point, the whole mt fuji analogy of the genre and all that. I'm not really trying to emulate the same scale or depth of lore, but I find that a lot of the themes really speak to me now in my mid-20s more than they did as a kid, so I like to lean into some of those in my own writing, and keep (and occasionally fuck around with) the typical high fantasy trappings along the way

can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

eh...don't really have one rn. i'll write anywhere from scrap paper during church (i'm a church musician only so i don't lose my skills lmao) to my phone, to actually sitting at a desk. but i recently had to move pretty suddenly and don't have much set up yet

what’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

find yourself in traumatizing situations and project them onto your characters instead of getting therapy long car rides listening to music

did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

i'm sure it did a bit subconsciously, but most of my formative years were spent using fiction as escapism, so not too much

are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

grief and trauma and coping with things out of your control, finding purpose, found family and good supportive familial relationships, feeling lonely and othered and using self-improvement as harm...etc. normal stuff like that. i'm doing so good i'm so well adjusted please believe me

your characters:

would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

😔 <- character profile link. i cannot pretend anyone else is my favorite when i literally have a tattoo in honor of him. (tldr that's my protag's father. she wouldn't even be mad she's relegated to second favorite, she'd agree with me)

which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

i think i'd get along with a lot of them actually. therien, oenith, and waith would all have some initial conflict but we'd figure it out. hal would be chill. i wish leithe and idhren were my parents

which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

i think if i met maithyr he'd kinda scare me tbh. and i'd be so tired of dealing with malin's genuinely friendly extroverted behavior, love the guy though. waith's parents piss me off, as do deras and ealrid. alfrin is a little shit and, like therien, he'd get under my skin. unlike therien, i'd be too much of a coward to punch him

tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

uhhhhhh therien and oenith kinda happened on accident...? a friend and i were fucking around and wanted some sick ass fantasy self insert ocs and now it's 12 years later and they're their own fleshed out fully different characters. waith was originally a shared oc with a different friend, and she's still pretty similar and they get consulted sometimes about how i write her. idhren and leithe were always therien's parents but their role wasn't originally supposed to be this big. maithyr and linna are shamelessly based on the vibe of a popular ship in a fandom i've been in but i made them debatably worse. hal just showed up one day and malin reinvented his whole self when i wasn't looking. ...mor and arennir and alfrin were...interesting cases...

do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

mostly the trauma, yeah

how do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

i've had them all for long enough that it's some fluid mix of faceclaims (one very notable story about that), picrews, video game character builders, and just imagined collections of features and vibes

your writing:

what’s your reason for writing?

idk i didn't know it'd be 12+ years of these guys with no signs of stopping when i made therien and oenith and idhren back in 2012. they're like real people to me and i'm very fond of them, so i enjoy thinking about them and i think their story deserves to be written

is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

i really like when people connect with my characters. particularly therien and idhren, any "oh my god she's weird as fuck i love her" or "ohhh im sad about him i think a hug from him would fix me" is like. going to make my entire week

how do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

tbh i've never really thought about how i want to be seen as a writer. i just want to tell a story people connect with, i'd rather readers find characters as inspirational rather than myself

what do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

probably characters, but only within FS. I don't think it's a strength, like any new character I make for another project is whatever, but with these guys—I hope they feel complex and realistic, I've been thinking about them for long enough

what have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

i've been told I write dialogue well I think? I also got a comment from when I submitted ch1 of my current draft for a class critique last spring where someone said I wrote anxiety/panic in a very realistic way. that scene wasn't even in the outline lmao my characters do what they want

how do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

it's...fine I guess? It's definitely gotten noticeably more consistent and closer to what I want it to be in the past 2-ish years, but I still struggle a lot with feeling like the style is bland and the topics forgettable. I try not to linger on it too much because I primarily write for my own sanity, the approval of any readers is just a bonus

if you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

oh yeah, i'd keep writing. i like my characters and i like seeing new parts of them and their stories revealed to me as i progress

when you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

nah, not really. i mean, aside from "if i introduce this thing earlier it'd make more sense / breaking the chapters here would flow better for readers" type things. the actual content and themes and characters are purely what I enjoy. i'm not delusional enough to think publishing is likely anyways, i know the whole "cliche high fantasy" thing isn't terribly marketable, especially how it falls in the overlap of YA and adult

open tag for anyone who wants to join! doing open tags until I get caught up I think

tag list: @just-emis-blog @orions-quill @honeybewrites @leahnardo-da-veggie @robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle

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all the satosugu shippers going all “ohhhhh doomed lovers” over the recent chapter has me like. I can’t find the ask I sent to you way back when but it was “their relationship is more like geto is the ex who breaks into the house and tries to kill gojo’s kids”. also shoutout to the people drawing art of those two reuniting. very lovely but that man is not in heaven.

Like tbf Gojo also committed mass murder so he in hell too but Gojo's mass murder was in defense of his kids. I recently saw someone say Gojo didn't care about the civilians in the train station and I feel like I'm reading a different story. He pushed himself to the absolute breaking point to save as many people as he could. Gojo has Never wanted to kill innocent people. With the cult they paid for a girl to die and Gojo wasn't sure if they should kill them or not. He had no particular desire to do it that's why he asked. His emotions were so muted under his euphoria high. So when he was told there was no point he shrugged and moved on but that was not Gojo in a normal state of mind. Geto was so hung up on the fact that Gojo Could kill everyone he never considered if Gojo Would or even if he Should <- which was Gojo's question

Geto is the one who simply views all humans as "monkeys" who he should be allowed to kill. And I am sick to death of the Gojo would have followed Geto anywhere posts when he Didn't. He literally let Geto walk away and decided it wasn't his responsibility to try and save him. Unlike Megumi and Yuji's dedication and devotion to each other. And the moment Geto set foot out of line Gojo took him out. Gojo misses his best friend from high school. Note how Gojo remembers everyone in heaven from when he was a teenager and they sit there and mock him and his growth bc they never knew Sensei Gojo. Yeah... anyways I think people took their cruetly to Gojo at face value instead of reading the story and seeing that Gojo was a grown man who chose his children over Everything.

And tbc you're never doomed to get into eugenics. Geto had a decade of self reflection on it and came to the conclusion he'd kill a teenager who was a sorcerer as his first big genocide move. Which to any genocide studiers out there you Know the 'target' is never the end. Genocidal people become obsessed will culling and anyone becomes a target. Sorcerers who didn't fall in line were very clearly on Geto's chopping block. And Gojo's gamble was a Terrible one because without Yuta's amazing RCT that he didn't even know he had Maki and Inumaki were 100% dead. Panda could have prolly been restuffed.

And I hate Hate comparisons like Geto was a good parental figure. He tooks those girls and bathed them in blood and turned them into monsters. Surronded them by bigotry, hatred, murder, and plans for genocide. Gojo took his kids and put himself as a shield in front of them. To get to his kids you had to get him out of the way. And Gojo more than anything wanted to give them a childhood of school and friends and baseball and relying on each other. Note Gojo trying to make the 2nd years leave because he wasn't even sure if killing the higher ups was right but he can't go away and leave them to hurt the kids again But he also doesn't want the kids to see him kill. Yeah. Geto said wow sorcerers dying for each other my dream?? Which dude Gojo helped raise this generation of sorcerers and you fucked off to make a cult that accomplished nothing and then scattered to the winds. And only one of them was even useful enough for Gojo to track down to help Yuta.

Geto died for genocidal bloodlust. Gojo died for his students.

[avaxbest]

I coped by retreating and maybe I did become a mirror, a polished surface that shows nothing of what lies beneath.

BASICS:-

Name: Ava Jane Best Age: 35 Birthday: 28th June 1989 Gender & Pronouns: cis woman, she/her Time in Tonopah Valley: native but moved away for college at 18, only recently returned Occupation: lawyer at Decker & Associates, specialises in family law Gang Affiliation: technically neutral but leans strongly towards the Sons Neighborhood: Glenn Estates

FAMILY:-

Father: Leon Best Mother: Grace Best nee Boone (deceased) Siblings: three, two older + one younger (v much wanted!!) Extended family: Cormoran Boone (maternal cousin), Tamsin Boone (maternal aunt, estranged)

PERSONALITY:-

Zodiac: Taurus sun, Scorpio moon, Virgo rising

TW: age gap/power imbalance relationship; parental loss; emotional + mental abuse & depression

Grew up in Webster Village as the second youngest of four. Her dad was a member of the Hellraisers so she grew up in the club.

Ava grew up in a busy, loving family environment, excelling in school with her family's support and aiming for pre-law.

Ava moved to New York for college, securing an internship where she met Richard Mitchell, a partner who became her mentor and boyfriend.

Their relationship started blissfully but eventually became controlling and isolating, with Richard influencing all aspects of Ava's life.

Trips home became few and far between, initially because of the schedule that Richard kept so busy but also due to an increasing reluctance to let the people she'd grown up with see just what kind of relationship she'd gotten herself into.

But despite her increasing unhappiness leading her towards depression, she didn't know how to leave when it seemed her now successful career could all be attributed to her partner.

Returned to Tonopah two and a half years ago after finding out that her mother was ill, taking a sabbatical and staying for six months until her mother's death. The time spent during her mother's illness brought her back to reality, renewing her confidence and leading to her decision to leave Richard.

The breakup was messy despite the presence of her cousin. Richard's parting gift to her a barrage of words that stoked Ava's self doubt to an all time high. Unwilling to move home before she felt like she had her life together again, she instead found a firm in San Francisco for a fresh start.

After two years there and working through some of her demons, Ava decided to return home, taking a job at Decker & Co. and planning to do more pro bono work for women in need.

Not long after returning home her father told her about his true motivation for wanting her to move back - an illness that would slowly claim his life. Now she's determined to not only make up for lost time but make the most of whatever time they have left.

CONNECTIONS:-

Best friends: there's very few people Ava kept in proper contact with during her time in New York but these people are some of the exceptions. Even then she would have tried to keep the truth from them as much as possible, though it's likely since leaving Richard she's started to open up again. She values them highly and will be fiercely loyal.

Close friend: someone who didn't see her absence and pulling away as an issue, instead just a fact of growing up and moving on. The friendship is maybe more casual, without many facts exchanged but Ava's grateful for there being no hard feelings over her failures as a friend over the years.

Close once upon a time: maybe they grew up next to each other or were close in high school or they also had ties to the Sons, either way very much in each other's social circle but their friendship drifted after Ava moved away. Whether it was just down to her or on both sides can be plotted as well as how they feel about each other now.

Ex-friend: whether they saw Ava pulling away as some sort of personal betrayal or made too pointed a remark about Ava's relationship or another reason entirely, an argument between them left a rift that was uncrossable. Once inseparable they're now almost strangers - could go a variety of ways now she's back in town!

Puppy love: whether it was requited crushes or each other's first kiss they had a sweet little dynamic before they were old enough for it to mean anything serious.

Neighbours: either people she might have grown up around in Webster Village or people she lives near now she's in Glenn Estates.

High school sweetheart: head over heels for each other but it likely ended with them both of just Ava going off to college but no matter the ending she'll probably refer to them as her favourite ex (not that there's much competition there rip)

Friends with benefits: since she's convinced herself she's not looking for anything serious at the moment just something loose and chill with someone she's got a decent friendship with and feels comfortable around.

Bad timing: there's an undeniable connection between them and maybe always had been but things never seemed to quite align for them and there's a lingering sense of 'what if' between them.

as always, anything and everything ♥