#laces basketball club

[burntthebacon]

a’ja and syd after chatting about how they’re going to force jackie into their vids now since she can participate in unrivaled tiktoks

[thingsmk1120sayz]

[girlokwhatever]

can you do like reader is mad at paige n paige yk the attitude right outta her?

CERTAINLY I CAN!!!!

⋆·˚ ༘ *𓍢ִ໋₊˚*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆𖡎 are you done yet? ,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

you’ve been wanting to leave this club for the past hour.

the crowd was large when you got here, but since then it’s only grown. the air is hot and tacky, causing you to stick to each person you pass. it was nasty really, even worse on the dance floor.

your feet were aching and the lace from your top was scratching against your chest, only adding to your discomfort. a sheen layer of sweat covered your skin from head to toe and it seemed everyone else was experiencing the same thing.

you were just leaving the dance floor, jostling around larger bodies to get to the bar where you last saw your girlfriend. she had been talking to some guy about basketball when you’d left, but now she’s replaced her company for a woman around your age. you were slightly jealous and definitely angry. she had barely paid you any mind within the past hour, constantly occupying herself with other people. even after you tugged on her hand and asked her so nicely if the two of you could just go home.

that was an hour ago though. your desire to leave only grew in the time frame, as well as your annoyance.

you walked straight to paige, trying to find your balance among the numerous bodies. there wasn’t really a chair available, so you opted for leaning against her, one hand at the back of her neck and the other adjusting your top.

“hi baby-“

“can we go?” the abruptness of your question shocked paige. her eyebrows raised and she gave you a ‘really?’ look. you’re deadpanning though, attitude written across your face in neon bold lettering. if she wouldn’t take your hints earlier, you’d stop dropping them.

she’s pulling you between her and the bar and onto her lap. though it relieves the aching in your legs and feet, it’s not really what you wanted. she’s leaning up, lips just behind your ear and muttering a quick “don’t be a brat.”

you roll your eyes at that, finding her antics absolutely ridiculous. you’d been here with her all night, letting her enjoy herself while you suffered. you usually didn’t mind going out and having some fun; the club tonight had been too packed for you though. everywhere you went, every time you turned around, there was someone within whispering distance to you.

at this point, you stop considering the consequences of your actions. you grab her car keys out of her pocket and leave the club. paige is absolutely flabbergasted, excusing herself and following behind you with haste. she feels her body grow hot with anger watching you walk away from her without so much as a look back.

why were you so pissed?

her stride is much longer than yours so she’s catching up to you in no time. she grabs your wrist and her keys simultaneously, turning you around and stopping you in your tracks.

“what the hell is your problem? hm?” she emphasizes her point with the tight grip on hour jaw, staring straight at you. you’re both tipsy, you more so than her, and it throws your usual rationality out the window. you push her away from you, watching with satisfaction as she stumbles back a step.

she makes you so angry but fuck does she look good. you’re scoffing right to her face and doing it loudly. as though her feelings are ludicrous, completely irrelevant and wrong.

“my problem?! you know what- whatever. you stay here if you want. i’ll walk home. need a break from you anyway.”

if you had left the last part off, paige wouldn’t have been as mad as she was. in all honesty, she would’ve just taken you home peacefully after giving you a kiss and apologizing for keeping you here so long. but, you did add the last part. you looked your girlfriend in the face and told her you were tired of her.

“say that again, i dare you.” her tone is taunting and you know it’s a trap, but you do it anyway.

“you’re getting on my nerves and i need a break from you.” you’re punctuating every word, but little do you know it’s only fueling your girlfriend.

as soon as you say it you’re being pushed into the backseat of her car. she’s climbing in after you, closing the door as she tries so desperately to fit her frame into the small space. paige pulls her loose hairs into a bun, leaning over you once she’s finished.

“wanna act so fucking tough and mean- gonna get rid of your attitude baby. till all you can say is my name.”

“i bet you couldn’t.”

oh. challenge accepted.

your skirt is hiked up, panties pulled to the side as paige prods you with her fingers. she notices the way the street lamp makes your cunt shine from your wetness, smirking at your situation. she’s knees deep into the backseat, pushing two fingers into you at once.

you cry out at the new and sudden stretch. she doesn’t give you time before her fingers thrust roughly in and out of you at a brutal pace. they’re curling inside of you, already finding the spot that makes your back arch to heaven.

“you like that?” you say nothing, make no motion of acknowledgement. smoke is blowing from her ears at this point, not able to believe how stubborn you’re being right now, even as she plunges her fingers into your sopping wet cunt. your silence only motivates her to speed up, because sure, you didn’t say any words, but your loud moans spoke for you. your body is so responsive to paige, it always has been. every time she touches you, you lean into it. every time she kisses you, you’re chasing her lips when she pulls away.

just like right now. the way your core tightens and she feels it, moving away and watching your hips follow her fingers when she denies you your orgasm. you’re protesting, begging for her to continue and cryimg out her name like a chant. your hair is already a mess and your girlfriend’s heart pounds, using every bit a restraint to stop herself from giving into your pleas.

“are you done being a brat yet?”

“paige-“

“apologize and i’ll let you cum, how does that sound?” she’s rubbing and kissing your thighs, watching the way you squirm at the proposal.

even from her position between your legs she sees the battle you’re having with yourself. she almost thinks for a moment you’ll brave the storm and say no, but deep down she knows there’s only one option for you. she can tell by the way you push your hips into her face.

“i’m sorry paigey. i was.. fuck- i wasn’t being nice. i’m sorry for being mad and giving you attitude.” your voice is weak and it’s turning her on so much to hear you like this, begging for her completely. she doesn’t know how genuine your apology actually is, but she doesn’t care either.

her tongue twirls your clit, gentle and slow to tease you. it’s excruciating, the feeling making you screw your eyes shut as your mouth falls open. you’re moaning her name out too, just like she said you would be.

she’s sucking on your clit now, toying with it and gauging your different reactions to different movements. she knows what you like already (nearly everything from her) but the look of pure ecstasy on your face will never get old. you grind your hips down onto her face, desperate to find your release. you can feel it tightening in your stomach and making your head spin, but just as quickly as it came, it’s being ripped away from you.

paige is sitting upright now, readjusting your clothes and wiping around her chin where she feels the remains of you. she’s licking her fingers and lips clean, staring at your shocked expression, one singular tear rolling down your cheek.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“you said-“

“should’ve thought about it better honey. i’m jus’ giving you space since you’re so tired of me. just like you wanted right?”

you don’t miss her shit-eating grin as she leaves the backseat. she plops into the driver’s seat, glancing back at you momentarily. she places a hand on your thigh and it makes you jolt at the sensitivity, legs aching more now than they were before.

“i hope it’s everything you wished for and more.”

*♡∞:｡.｡˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

paige is sassy and mean but what’s new??!

anyways, hope you enjoyed 😘

[eddiesxangel]

Give Me Everything | E.M x PlusSize!Reader

Anonymous requested: I was wondering if you could do a story on a plus size best friend reader.. who was asked out by a jock on a dare or who Eddie walks into her room to see her sitting on the floor upset because her favourite dress is getting tight.. and he shows her how much he loves her body even if she can't see it... Maybe with like a praise/breeding kink.. or whatever you want to do 😁🫠👉👈 Recently went through a weight gain, and I'm so hard on myself.

AN: As a plus-size girly myself, I got you bbg. 😚

CW: bestfrined!Eddie x f!reader, self-loathing, self-depreciation, weight gain, body image, Eddie is a big ol' simp, soft dom, praise, oral, p in v, breeding kink, creampies, Pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl etc.)

wc: 3k

When the former basketball team captain ran into you at the local bar and asked you out, you were hesitant to say yes.

Your body never bothered you…until it did. The perks, your tits never looked better; the downside was you felt big. You’re still getting used to this new body, the body that you didn’t like.

Maybe your favourite dress would be the thing to help. So you dug into the depths of your closet. It has been a while since you’ve even attempted to put it on. The summer months were finally here; you could use this pick-me-up.

You stepped into the A-line skirt. So far, so good. When you tried to bring the straps up, things took a turn. It felt so tight; it dug into your soft flesh, your skin popped out around the straps, and the buttons in the front weren’t even close enough together to do up. You turn to see the taught fabric surrounding your back, all lumpy with back rolls.

Silent tears start to shed as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror. You never even heard the knock on your door or the lock click when your best friend entered your home with his copy of the key. You didn’t see how Eddie’s face dropped when he saw you criticizing every inch of your body. The way his heart broke when he saw your tear-stained cheeks in the reflection of the mirror.

Eddie knew you had a date. He came for moral support and to maybe convince you not to go for his own personal reasons.

He was shocked when you revealed the name of the guy who had asked you out. Jason Carver. Number one douchebag of class of ‘87. He thought you were joking, but you didn’t grow up in Hawkins; you moved here after college. No way you would have known the country club- bible-thumping moron was his arch-nemesis all those years ago.

“Y/N”

You jumped when the soft whisper of Eddie’s voice filled the room.

“Eddie, I didn’t hear you come in.” You quickly try to wipe away the tears, embarrassed that he saw you like this, looking like this.

You quickly grab your oversized t-shirt and pull it over your head to cover up your shame.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You’re quick to reply.

“Don’t do that, you always do that. Tell me what’s wrong.” He gently takes your hand and pulls you to the bed.

“It’s so embarrassing.” Your voice cracks, and you want to die.

“It’s me we are talking about, babe; nothing you can do is embarrassing.”

Eddie was right; you shared everything. He knew all of your deepest, darkest secrets. All of them, but this one.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking.

“I’m no model, I’m not the size I use…” You look down, and you are not able to finish your sentence. It hurt too much to say out loud. "Nothing fits me anymore." You mumble.

“What?” He stroked the back of your head, trying to calm you.

“Nothing fits me anymore!” You break.

“So we will buy new clothes.”

“That’s not-ugh. You don’t get it,” he would never understand.

“Then tell me.”

“I never used to be like this.” You gestured to yourself.

“Like what?”

“Big!”

“You’re not big”

“Eddie… stop. I am… I just wanted to put on my favourite dress to feel better about myself, but now it doesn’t fit me anymore.” You sniffle.

“Y/N.” your name fell off of Eddie’s lips-laced with such sorrow.

“And now I have to find something to wear for this date in two hours, and I have nothing. I don’t even know if I like the guy, but he’s the first one who asked me out in a year, and I just wanted to feel pretty… to feel wanted... desired.”

“You are pretty; you are beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.” your mouth speaks, but you can't ignore the butterflies that come with those words.

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Eddie poured his heart out.

“You have to say that- you’re just trying to make me feel better.

“I’m really not, and if Jason doesn’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve to go out with you.” He shuffled closer to you. “That guy is a fucking loser! Peaked in high school. It’s killing me that you agreed to go out with him.”

“Maybe that’s what I deserve…”

“What?”

"If he is the only kind of guy that wants me it's what I deserve."

"Don't you dare say that," Eddie cups your face to force you to make eye contact.

"Why on earth would you think so little of yourself?"

"Because... no one wants the big girl." your eyes glazed with tears once again.

Eddie knew he fucked up by not telling you his feelings earlier on, but he was scared.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are. Please."

"What?"

"I can't watch you go on this date without letting you know that it should have been me to ask you first. I was scared of what it would do to us, but I like you; I like you more than a friend should. I think about you all the time, and I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want you to understand that your body is the most perfect thing I have ever seen.

"Eddie I-"

"Please"

"O-okay."

Eddie crashes his lips into yours. Nothing about this is sweet. It is primal and needy, like he can finally drink you in after weeks of thirst. His hand travels to the back of your head and gently lays you back on the bed. His body is hovering over yours as your fingers tangle in his hair. He tastes like spearmint gum and cigarettes. You breathe in his woodsy cologne, giving you a head rush.

His kisses become more gentle, more calculated as the both of you begin to mould into one. Curious hands travelled under your skirt as he felt the soft skin of your thigh, bringing it up so he could get closer.

The skirt of the dress you still had on fell, exposing more of your leg, and Eddie couldn't resist taking a peek.

He rose, and you let out a soft moan at the loss of contact.

"It's okay, baby. I just needed to see you. How beautiful you are spread open for me."

That made you flush. Never have you seen this side of Eddie before. Only in your wildest fantasies could you dream of these words being spoken from his mouth.

the self-consciousness quickly set in as you needed to close your legs, but Eddie's strong hand found the meat of your inner thoughts and pried them open with ease.

"No baby, I need you to be a good girl, and keep these open. Do you think you can do that for me?" He leaned in and gently kissed your inner thigh, another part of you you've been particularly loathing lately.

"i don't know" IT was so overwhelming.

"We don't have to keep going if you don't want to... But I would be honoured if you let me have you this way." It would be the highest compliment, the most trust you put into a man.

"I want to, but im nervous." You've not shown anyone your body since the weight gain; you never wanted to. But something about Eddie made you feel safe and wanted.

"we will go slow. I want to savour every second." He smirked and you couldn't help but cover your face. Why was he making you feel so giddy?

"No, no. I need to see you, pretty girl." Eddie's rough fingers intertwined with yours as he peeled your hands away from your face.

"You can't say things like that to me!" you squeak.

"Why? dose it make your pussy feel all tingly?"

"Eddie!"

"Oh, I bet it does; you like me talking you up? Good, because so do I." His lips latched on yours once again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth before he pulled away to kiss his way down your neck until your shirt got in the way.

"Take it off." His hands slid underneath, feeling the fabric of the tight dress bunched up around your middle. This was another barrier he would need to convince you to get rid of.

"Eddie..."

"Please? I want to make you feel good." His hands inched up further and further towards your breasts.

You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh before nodding in agreement. Your hands find the hem of your shirt before slowly peeing it off, exposing your lacy bra.

"Fuck" You hear Eddie exhale above you.

When you slowly open your eyes, you see a man above you, full of lust and primal desire. A man to whom you thought never to be attracted to you, yet here he is, ready to devour you like you're his last meal.

"You're so fucking perfect." He reaches to grope you, not able to resist not touching your chest.

He can feel your pebbled nipples through the thin blue lace that hardly concealed anything. The thought that Jason was the one who might have gotten to see this instead of him drove him mad with jealousy.

You swore you heard him mumble the word 'mine' before leaning in to kiss your skin right above where the bra lay on your breast. His plump lips were so soft on your skin as his kisses turned into licks and nips through the fabric. His hands cupped and squeezed your tits as you watched him become a man possessed.

You arched your back up into Eddie as he fondled you; you can also feel how hard Eddie is becoming against your thigh.

You moaned his name, and that only made Eddie need you more.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to taste you, baby?”

“No,” your breath is sharp and shocked.

“No?” He cocks his head, “Well, I need to get better at showing you just how much I need you.” He takes your hand and guides it to his jeans, where his cock is strained beneath.

Your eyes widen as you feel the stiff outline before you reach up to kiss him, but he pulls away, making his way down your body as he pulls down your dress, leaving you in only your matching panties and bra.

Your hands instinctively cover your stomach, but Eddie beats you to it, catching your hands mid-air and tilting his head.

“I don’t think so, baby; it’s just me.” He guides your hands to rest beside your body before he tentatively moves his own hands to your inner thighs.

“You trust me?” He continued.

You can’t form words; the only thing you can do is nod your head dumbly. No one had made you feel so desired, wanted... needed.

“Good girl”

Eddie finds his own hands pushing your legs open as far as they can go so he can see the wet patch that has formed in the gusset of your panties. A knowing smirk breaches his face as he leans forward to lay a gentle kiss on your covered pussy lips before taking a deep breath in. Your scent filled his nostrils, making you squeak with embarrassment.

“Eddie!”

“Can’t help myself, you smell so delicious…. Can’t wait to taste you.” He hooks a finger in your panties to move them to the side.

“So pretty,” he whispered into your lower lips before leaning a long wet kiss to your clit.

“Oh god!” You cry, arching your back into him as he makes out with your pussy.

“Tastes even better than you smell, baby.”

His tongue licks a long, drawn-out strip from your home to your clit, making you even wetter than before.

A mix of Eddie’s saliva and your slick coat on your inner thighs as he ravished you. The way his lips and tongue worked your clit and folds was head spinning.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You cry as your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.

Your body shakes beneath your best friend don’t let go until he’s consumed all of you.

“Holy shit,” you catch your breath. No other words came to mind as your blissed-out state takes over all of you.

“You did such a good job f’me” he mumbled into your pussy before pulling back.

You see his shiny lips and chin break into a smile as he crawls back up your body to kiss you. You pull him down into you, and his body weight feels so good on top of you. You need more; you need to be closer.

“More,” you say into the kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“Eddie, please.” You whine, hardly recognizing your own voice. You’re so full of want and need for Eddie. He is the only thing you can focus on.

“Patients, baby,” he leans back to remove his clothes.

First came his shirt and then his belt; you watched as his ring-clad fingers skilfully undid the intricate lock of the belt buckle and teased you as he slowly undid his pants.

Your hands travelled up your chest, and you played with your nipples to entice Eddie to move faster, but he was savouring the moment. He wasn’t going to give in to your tricks; he had been waiting too long for this moment to not make it last.

"You're so pretty spread out like this, just for me."

“I want you so bad,” you moan as his boxers finally are tugged from his waist, and what you’ve wanted the most is sprung free. “I need you.”

“You have me, all of me.” Another feverish kiss was taken, and you couldn’t help but grind your bare hips into his own.

“No more waiting.”

“No more waiting baby, I have you.” You feel him rock the warm head of his cock through your cum soaked folds back and forth collecting your slick so he can slide into you with ease.

“Baby please.” You beg.

“What about protection?”

“No condom” you shake your head.

“No? You want me to fill this pretty little pussy? Claim you? Breed you? Make you mine?”

“Yes” you plead with a hint of desperation in your voice. The glint behind your eyes was too much for Eddie to say no.

“You want to be mine?”

“So bad, Eddie. Please, I want to be yours. I’ll give you everything, please.”

“Such a good girl. I like it when you tell me what you want.” He stroked the side of your face before cupping it to take you into a long kiss as his cock penetrated your leaking hole.

Another muffled moan from the both of you filled the room as his cock stretched your inner walls. Never had you had someone this big before; it's been a little over a year since you’ve had sex with a man. You don’t remember why you’ve waited this long. All thoughts about body image and self-hatred melted away with each brush of his cock.

“Fucking pussy is so tight.” He gritted through his teeth, trying not to spill his load into you already. Eddie swore he died and this was heaven. Your pussy was heaven on earth; nothing ever felt this good, not anyone, not anything.

“Faster.” Your hips matched his rhythm as you ground down onto his cock.

"You sure you can handle it, baby?"

"Yes!"

Lewd sounds of wet skin slapping filled the empty space of your bedroom. Cries of pleasure and touches of wanting filled the space and one another minds as the two of you couldn't get enough.

"Love how needy you are for me. Just can't resist my cock can you baby?"

unintelligible left your lips as Eddie rocked furiously into you.

"Anwer me, baby, or I'll stop. You were doing so good before."

"Yes! I want your cock." you cried.

"I'm so proud of you; you're taking me so well. Who's my beautiful girl?"

"m-me," you stutter as his cock brushes your spot.

"Fuck youre so beauiful. You're going to be even more beautiful after you're filled with my cum. You want hat baby? Want my load inside of you?"

"Yes!" your fingers dig into the flesh of Eddies back, leaving raised red scratches in their wake.

"Please- wanna cum so bad." you breath

"Fuck yes, baby, claim me. Make me yours cum on my cock."

It didn't take much longer as Eddie began to play with your swollen bud of nerves before you were falling apart all over again. A silent scream, your jaw hung lax as the sound gets caught in your throat, and another tidal wave, this one bigger than the last, washed over your whole body as his cock and fingers continued to work your needy pussy.

Eddie watched your fucked out state feeling so satisfied with himself. "Fuck that's my girl, squeezing me so fucking good." You feel Eddie jerk one last time before he spills everything inside of you. "Fucking take it."

You snap out of it when you feel the weight of Eddie collapses on top of you. You let out a giggle in your blissed-out state.

"Something funny, pretty girl?"

"No-no, everything is perfect. Thank you, Eddie." You brushed his swaety hair off his perspiering face.

"No baby, I think I need to be thanking you. Never has anyone let me fuck them like that."

"Never?" You shy away, realizing what youve asked of him.

"Don't worry. You're the only one I've ever wanted to do that with. I think you unlocked something inside of me." He kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Yea, I like you... a lot. If that's not obvious."

"I like you too, Eddie."

"I sure hope so you let me cum in you." He snorted.

"God, you're so vulgar."

"Yea, but you like it. "

"I do."

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 - 𝙱𝚊𝚛|𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft Size Kink, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Cum Eating

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 6,351

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes underage!reader and Atsushi(both 16) as this is happening during the time of the series(Club being Basketball Club), mayhaps cringy, no use of Y/n(Chibi-chin used instead), 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: I LIVED BITCH!!! I had a health scare but I’m good! Can’t get rid of me that easily! I am now under the belief that I am immortal until proven otherwise! The Gods tried to smite me where I stood and failed. Better luck next time, fuckers! I finally finished this chapter!!!! Being an adult has been kicking my ass recently and writer’s block decided to tag along for the ride. But I finally did it and this chapter is pretty long as a result lol!! I’m still going through it with the other Adult-Life Crises so Updates may be slow and/or farther apart but again, I am NOT discontinuing this book!

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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You gulped as you stared up at the giant before you. He had to be at least 2 metres tall as he towered so highly above you. He had his forearm resting on the wall above your head as he hunched over slightly, though he still towered over you.

“So, you’re the new manager, huh?” He muttered, the ease in his voice sending a shiver down the back of your neck.

“Play nice, Atsushi. Don’t wanna scare her off just yet, ‘kay?” Another boy behind him chuckled, seeming to be close with him.

“A-Atsushi? You’re.. Murasakibara?!” You yelped in surprise. You’d heard all about him, of course, you have, he’s part of the Generation of Miracles! He glanced back boredly at you.

“Yea, that’s me.” He must have known why you recognized his name as he didn’t mention it further.

“Don’t worry about him, he may be intimidating but if you give him snacks he’s like a docile little puppy so long as you don’t try to take them,” The boy from before said, peeking at you in the space between the Giant and the Wall he’d trapped you against.

“Shut up, Muro-chin.” He grumbled, almost like he didn’t want anyone to know, “Listen, Little Manager-“ you cut him off before he could continue, still flustered but now slightly calmer with the boy’s words.

“My name. It’s not Little Manager,” you said lightly, a small smile at the end as you introduced yourself. He looked down at you inquisitively with a brow raised.

“Listen, Chibi-chin, I don’t like playing so don’t try and ‘encourage’ me to do it,” Murasakibara said, slightly narrowing his eyes challengingly as if seeing if you would try and talk back. The nickname bugged you but you didn’t want to challenge him again, not with the look in his eye. You had also heard that he only adds ‘-chin’ to those he acknowledged, so you supposed it was sort of bittersweet; he acknowledged you, but he still put emphasis on your height, or lack thereof in comparison to him.

“I’d listen to him, if I were you, last manager didn’t and she ran out of here like she was on the track team.” ‘Muro-chin’ said, amusement lacing his words but also enough steadiness that you knew he was completely serious. You glanced back to Murasakibara with a hint of nervousness, if only just because he was leaning so close to you, and it seemed like he was only getting closer. Wait, that isn’t just in my head. He IS getting closer.

He leaned in close with a look of concentration until he was so close that you could feel his breath on the side of your neck. He took a strong inhale and pulled back only enough to look into your eyes, his breath now fanning over your cheek.

“You smell sweet like candy…” It seemed like he had an unspoken question of Why? as he looked you directly in the eye.

“I-uhm.. Y-yea. It’s my perfume… It was a gift.” You quickly explained and his pupils were suddenly blown wide as they flicked down to your lips which had a candy apple gloss. His tongue quickly darted out to lick over his top lip at the scent he was close enough to smell. The heat that rushed to your cheeks only seemed to spur the less-than-appropriate thoughts that flooded your brain.

Even hunched over, the giant of a teen easily dwarfed you and it sent a wave of heat down to your core— much more and much faster than it probably should have. His size, the way he was half a metre taller than you, sent chills down your spine. Chills that led straight to the heat between your legs. Suddenly, something that only worsened your lewd thoughts and the ache between your thighs, he dipped down further and licked a stripe up your neck.

The feeling sent a shiver up your spine and a shaky breath escaping your lips. That seemed to spur something inside him to life and the arm he didn’t have braced against the wall reached all the way down to the middle of your thigh and glided up your body, lifting your skirt up with it until it fell back into place, to settle on your waist. The full weight of just how much bigger he was than you hit you like a bus at the feeling of his big hand encompassing so much space on your body. His pinky was able to rest where your hips met your ass while his thumb sat on your ribs, settled right at the underside of your breast.

The realization had your cunt sopping wet in seconds. Almost as if he could smell your arousal, too, he gently squeezed his hand around you and flexed his thumb to press against your breast. The finger pressed into the plush flesh and the motion drew his attention as he flexed again. He moved his hand up and cupped the bottom of your breast and squeezed it, pushing the fatty mound up and closer to his view and more visible as your shirt pulled down, showing more flesh and the top of your bra.

His gaze locked on it and squeezed again, this time moving his thumb to stroke over the fabric and prod at your hardened nipple through it. With your lip trapped between your teeth, a muffled moan tried to escape at the feeling. With his gaze locked on your breast, he dipped down before you even realized what he was doing and parted his lips to mouth at your chest. With a satisfied hum, he pulled away to glance at your face, his heavy-lidded eyes now filled with a lustful hunger. Without another word, he shoved your shirt up over your chest and tugged your bra down and clasped his lips around your nipple, lapping at the bud and flicking it with his tongue until it was peaked with hardness.

His lips sealed with suction around your nipple and sucked like he was trying to get something from it. Your head fell back against the wall with a ‘thunk’ and a shaky sigh. His hand that had remained cupping the underside of your breast slid down to your thigh and brushed with feather-light touches just beneath the hem of your skirt. He lapped at your breast and sucked, hard, as he pulled back, the suction tugging your tit with him until it slipped from his lips with a ‘pop’. With a breath forced out like a growl, he slowly angled his head back upright and made heavy eye contact with you, seemingly stealing all the air from your lungs. Just as it seemed he was about to make a move to lean in and press his lips against your heated skin, against your jaw, your neck, your own lips, the door burst open.

“Hey, Tatsuya! Murasakibara! Heard there was a new manager! A girl one! So where is she? Is she cute?!” A deep voice— nearly sounding desperate towards the end— cried out in accompaniment to the ‘slam’ of the door against the wall. You jolted in surprise at the sudden noise and from the corner of your eye you could see Tatsuya— Himuro Tatsuya, that’s right! He’s the only one aside from Coach that can control their beast, the beast that’s just moments away from devouring me— glance over at the entrance, a slightly amused smile covering just a hint of irritation.

“Yes, Captain. She’s here. But I’m afraid she’s a bit.. Busy at the moment, getting acquainted with Atsushi.” The Japanese Beauty spoke, sliding a slow gaze over you and the giant covering you, drawing the attention of the gruff-sounding Captain— Okamura Kenichi, if I recall correctly.

“Getting- huh?! Are you kidding me?! Him too?! All of you first years are getting all the girls! Will I never find a woman just meant for me? Someone to find me desirable?!” He lamented dramatically and had you not been in your then-current predicament you likely would have laughed but you were a bit preoccupied with the feeling of Atsushi’s fingers gliding up your thigh, under your skirt, and approaching the edge of your panties.

“Don’t worry, you were never going find someone who’ll like you anyways.” A lean Chinese boy— Wei Liu, from what I recall— spoke matter-of-factly from behind him, earning a devastated yowl from the Captain once again, though your attention was quickly slipping away from them and back to the boy with his hungry gaze set on you, looking like he was barely holding himself back from practically ravishing you right then and there.

“So mean!” Their voices soon devolved into squabbling and it seemed to fade away into the background when Atsushi dipped his head into the crook of your neck, licking a stripe up the flesh. A shaky breath escaped you and it seemed to be enough to gain the attention of the others in the room when their words trailed off into silence. As Atsushi attacked your neck with licks and nips and suction that would definitely leave a mark, his fingers moved further to toy with your covered slit. They slid over the dampening material and applied minor pressure to your clit every time he passed over the swollen bud.

“Taste so good…” He rumbles into your neck, still leaving marks from that spot just under your ear all the way down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. A small noise left your throat and it only seemed to spur him on even further. He added his teeth to the mix against your neck and it made your breath hitch, though it came out forcefully in a surprised yelp of a moan when his fingers moved more vigorously against your clothed sex. He pushed the pads of his fingers against your opening, still separated by the thin, damp fabric of your panties, and dipped in as much as the cloth barrier allowed. The way he pushed in almost seemed like he would rip the fabric just to reach the raw sensation of your cunt until he reached the end of how far he could reach with your panties still obstructing his fingers. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you as much as he could and didn’t relent while your moans released into his ear. Until he finally got fed up with the obstruction, that is. He certainly enjoyed how sopping wet your panties became from soaking up your juices, coating his fingers in your gushing arousal. Alongside your moans, the squelching of his fingers pushing in and out of your pussy was the most gorgeous sound in his opinion.

He pulled his fingers out of you and dragged the pads along your slit once again to tease at your clit one last time before he moved to pull your panties to the side. A shiver wracked up your body at the feeling of your panties being pulled out of your pussy hole where they remained after Atsushi had pushed them as deep as they could go inside you. Your hole fluttered at the sudden exposure to the cool air of the club room, but it was quickly remedied when the giant boy pushed his fingers back to your entrance, this time unobstructed by pesky fabric. He teased and circled your cunt to get you trembling before he actually pushed in. A sudden cry was punched out of you at the intrusion and the feeling of his long fingers directly against the sensitive walls of your pussy.

A pleased growl left his throat and with a final lave of his tongue over your marked-up skin, he pulled away from your neck. His saliva on your skin cooled instantly and made you shiver, though it only added to the intense sensations he was giving you.

“Goddamn… He’s got skill, huh? Guess he’s a prodigy in something other than basketball.” A voice from the group you had forgotten about joked, though you couldn’t help but agree. With his deft fingers plunging into your pussy and hitting all the pleasurable spots inside you with his spectacularly long fingers, it wasn’t hard to believe that if it were possible he would be a prodigy at sex. If he hadn’t also been a teen like you, you would have thought he’d had decades of experience backing his skills.

An annoyed grunt was Atsushi’s only response before he chose to ignore the rest of his team as he crouched down to get into a more comfortable position to continue finger fucking you. It apparently wasn’t his only motivation as his other hand tugged at your uniform shirt until the buttons popped open. Luckily none of them snapped off, the quick thought passed through your mind before it was replaced by the fuzzy haze his masterful movements in your sex created. He pushed your shirt to the side and tugged your bra back down under your tit where it had slipped back up and clasped his lips around your nipple. He gave this one the same treatment he had given the other one earlier and it had your head thrown back against the wall again, another ‘thunk’ accompanying the movement though you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

As he lapped and sucked at your tit, his fingers fucked hard and fast into you, pressing deeper than you could ever hope to with your own. One hand was pressed firmly against the wall beside your thigh for a sense of stability while the other flew up to Atsushi’s shoulder with an iron grip before it buried itself into his long purple hair at a particularly hard suck against your sensitive flesh. A lewd moan was torn from you when he curled his fingers and pressed directly into that spongy spot inside you. The team’s breaths all seemed to hitch at the sound. Small mumbles could be heard amongst them but none of them could be made out. Especially not over the blood rushing in your ears from the intense arousal and pleasure coursing through you. He shifted his hand so that while he thrust his long, deft fingers into your cunt, his thumb could toy with your clit with fast, tight circles and small flicks.

A yelped moan jumped from your throat at the sudden stimulation, your fingers curling tightly in his hair. The unintentional tugging of his violet tresses spurred him on even further, he sucked with more vigor and intent on your breasts and slammed his fingers into you even deeper, somehow. You didn’t even think that was possible. You felt the cord in your tummy beginning to tighten and your moans rose in pitch accordingly. Your breathing picked up and your leg muscles began to twitch to precede full spasms. Before you could truly approach the edge, though, he pulled his long fingers out of your puffy cunt, dragging them tantalizingly against your walls as he left your wet cavern. A long, needy whine left you at the absence of him filling your pussy and it became even more desperate when he separated from your chest, as well. Just as you opened your mouth, about to complain about the lack of attention, you were stunned into silence with a fluster that bloomed a heat across your face and a throbbing in your core. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted you on his digits as he lapped up your essence from his skin. He groaned pleasantly at your taste and completely sucked his fingers clean. When he couldn’t find any more of you on his hand, he decided he needed to get a taste directly from the source.

With swift movements, Atsushi used one hand to drag your pretty panties down your legs and tossed them— with insane accuracy— to Himuro who caught them flawlessly, while at the same time, he used the other hand to scoop your leg up into his hold, then moved his first hand to your other leg and scooped it up as well. It was such a perfect flow of movements that it seemed almost choreographed. He perfectly hooked your knees over his shoulders and stood up— both of you silently thanking the basketball club room for accommodating all the tall players with insanely tall ceilings. Even with the perfect, easy flow of movements, you still released a yelp at the swift lift off the ground. He didn’t give you much time to remain shocked, however, as he instantly dove in with a heady lick to your core.

Some voices of surprise sounded from the rest of the team and a whinier sound of envy and jealousy came from the Captain as Atsushi pinned you to the wall. He stood with a steady stance, your thighs tossed over his shoulders, framing his pretty face, and one of his hands anchored on the bare skin of your side. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist, your shirt open and hanging loosely from your frame, your bra tugged below your tits with the straps laying awkwardly on your upper arms, and your panties were entirely gone from your form, clutched tightly in Himuro’s hand shoved in his pocket.

His other hand was wrapped around your thigh, softly kneading the doughy flesh as he nipped at the inside of your thigh. With a glance up at you, he dove into the apex of your legs. He stroked the broadside of his tongue along your pussy and lapped hungrily at you, licking up as much as he possibly could. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the bundle of nerves. With another whiny moan from you as your head flopped back against the wall, he ate you out with vigor. The enthusiasm was palpable with every movement he made to bury his face further into your cunt.

The others were almost afraid to move for fear that it would end the show, though the movements they did make, they simply couldn’t help. Most of them— you still couldn’t quite identify who other than the Captain and Himuro— had moved their hands over the bulges in their uniform slacks. Himuro ended up being the only one bold enough to actually open his trousers and pull his cock out. As Atsushi passionately ate you out, Himuro stroked his cock to the sight and imagined what you must taste like. With his lip between his teeth, he watched as Atsushi buried his face as deep as he could in your pussy. His mouth was nearly wholly attached to your cunt and the only thing that could be seen was his chin moving as he lapped incessantly at your greedy hole.

Your hand clutched tightly around his violet locks and tugged as you felt your orgasm cresting. Your thighs shook on his shoulders and fought his hold to try and clamp down around his head. It was seemingly effortless for him, though, to keep you in place exactly where he wanted you. With a harsh tug of his hair, he groaned lowly into your core, the vibrations going straight to your clit. It was like a sudden tsunami, your orgasm crashed into you and enveloped you in a wave of pleasure. You hunched your torso as much as possible while he held you up, your ankles locked behind his back and both your fists in his hair.

“Fuuuuck!” You moaned out loudly, speech slurred to high heaven with the pleasure wracking through your body as he never stopped his movements. There was hardly a dip in the ecstasy between your first orgasm and your second. Barely a dip before another surge of pure orgasmic bliss washed over you and had your limbs twitching. He still held your thighs at bay like it was child’s play as your muscles twitched and fought to close your legs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gushed around his tongue as he slurped up your essence. The noises would have been mortifying if you had enough sense aside from your ecstasy-filled, bliss-hazed mind being overrun with the pure pleasure of Atsushi eating you out like he was a starved man presented with a full-course 5-star meal. Just as your legs started to cease their twitching, Atsushi finally relented. His motions slowed and he stopped his focussed attack on your clit.

He eased you back down from your pleasure high and laved his final, long, flat-tongued licks over your quivering pussy and licked his lips of your essence. Pulling back, he pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your thigh, just beside your cunt.

“Tastes sweet. Maybe you should be my pregame snack from now on, Chibi-chin.” He lightly teased, though you weren’t wholly convinced he wasn’t at least partially serious. He flickered his dark eyes up at you, clouded over completely with lust and wanton, hungry passion. Will ease that really shouldn’t still be surprising, he lowered your form against the wall until you were eye level with him. Before you had time to process what he was doing— something he seemed to love doing— he slammed his lips against yours. For a brief moment, you had the fleeting thought that you were doing things backwards. Here you were, finally having your first kiss with Atsushi, after he had already eaten you out and made you cum twice. The thought didn’t linger for long, though, as the feeling of his lips against yours was all-consuming. All you could think of was that you needed more. More of his lips on yours. More of his mouth on your body. More of his tongue caressing you.

Vaguely, you could feel his hands adjust their hold on you, getting a firmer grip on your thighs and bringing your body closer to his. Suddenly, you realised there was a distinct lack of wall behind you when your world began to tilt. Your legs instinctively wrapped around Atsushi and hooked behind him when gravity threatened to pull you away from the tall boy. One of his hands wrapped around you to firmly hold your back before the other let go. A moment later, there was another firm surface behind your back, now under you as you were laid down on what you could only assume was a table. When a pesky lack of air decided to rear its head as a problem, Atsushi pulled away from your lips and left you gasping, both for air and in a desperate need for him. Still, he refused to separate further than he had to and shifted his attentions down your jaw and to your neck.

You whined needily as he ground his hips against yours, the friction against your bare pussy— your sensitive pussy— was enough to have you seeing stars. As soon as you caught your breath, your hand returned to tugging his locks to bring his face back to yours which he readily complied with. He arranged his hands to be groping at your hips, kneading the flesh and adding pressure to each grind of his hips. Finally, it became too much and Atsushi moved to undo his pants, forcing your legs to unwind themselves from his waist and fall to the desk. Your knees bent at the edge of the desk as your legs splayed open to bracket Atsushi’s form still not straying further than he had to and every point of contact with each other seemed to intoxicate your mind further and further; the kiss, in particular, was mind-numbing but you snapped back to reality with the sound of his belt clacking open.

“Oh shit, he’s really gonna fuck her?! Here? Now?!” The Captain’s voice sounded with jealousy and the reminder that you had an audience made you clench around nothing in anticipation for what was to come.

“Atsushi… Please…” You said in a shaky, breathy moan. It was just loud enough for the rest of the team to hear you as well— even if they had to strain their ears to hear exactly what you said— evident by the collective gasp-groan.

“Hey, Murasakibara, do us a favor and die, okay?” Another member bitterly grit out at the violet-haired giant. He continued to ignore them and only focussed on pulling his trousers open and down to mid-thigh. There, standing hard, twitching, and proud, was his cock, swollen with arousal and dripping precum. A shiver ran down your whole body and your cunt fluttered around nothing, suddenly hyper-aware of the emptiness of your greedy hole. His cock fell across your belly, with its weight too much to defy gravity, and it was almost perfectly aligned to show just how deep he would go once he finally pushed inside you. Gods, his tip laid overtop of your belly button. The sheer size of it was both intimidating and insanely— almost overwhelmingly— arousing.

“Ready, Chibi-chin?” He asked lowly, a hint of his usual teasing tone but a noticeable worry underneath it that made your tummy flutter. Still unable to form proper words, you nodded with a hum of agreement as you met his hungry gaze. “Good.” He purred and slid his hips back, purposefully dragging his cock down your belly before the swollen head laid atop your mound, a blazing trail of precum marking its journey. He sent another glance up at your face before he wrapped a big hand around his thick girth. With small movements, he lifted his length just slightly and slapped it down against your awaiting pussy. Your cunt was already fluttering around nothing and started fully twitching with greedy, desperate want when he teased you like that.

“Please.. No more teasing,” You begged whorishly, “just fuck me already!” His eyes snapped up to yours from where he was eyeing your pussy. The wanton desperation on your face made his cock twitch where it sat covering your cunt, lightly nudging at your puffy clit. A slutty mewl broke his daze and surged him into action, his big hand fisting his hard dick and gliding his tip through your glistening folds, though not to tease this time. He lathered himself up in your juices before finally— finally— prodding at your entrance. After making you cum so much, your cunt was all wet and relaxed for him to glide in as easily as he could, though he still met resistance from his sheer size. The burn was delicious, though. It reinforced how much fucking bigger he is than you. Your face contorted in both pleasure and pain as he finally pushed in. Your eyes closed and your teeth tugged your bottom lip in between, a red-hot flush spread across your face and down to your chest as the pleasure scrambled your brain yet again.

The sight of you was addicting. The sight of you like this. All flushed and unbelievably horny. A greedy anticipation painted across your face, waiting to be completely stuffed full by him. He remained conscious, though, of his size and only slid in slowly with small intervals to pull out and push back in just a bit deeper. He let you get used to him while still feeding your body the pleasure it craved. One big hand half gripped your hip and half splayed out over your lower belly, his thumb teasing your pulsing bud. The pleasure that bolted up your spine made taking him that much easier until he finally bottomed out.

Looking down, his cock left a noticeable bulge in your tummy and it made your walls pulse around him. Fuck. He’s so fucking big. The only thoughts that swirled in your hazy mind. He groaned at the feeling of your gummy walls fluttering around him and he couldn’t hold back any longer as he shoved the last couple of inches inside you and snapped his hips flush to yours. Your back arched up and a lewd cry of pleasure escaped into the room and had all the boys’ cocks jumping eagerly. He remained flush against your hips for just a moment before he pulled back and started up a steady pace. You had already cum twice in a row and your pussy was still so so sensitive.

His thrusts, the bulge he made in your belly, and the rubbing on your clit had your legs already shaking from where you had them hooked over his sturdy hips. Lewd moans escaped as you stared blearily up at Atsushi, a whorish expression on your face, silently begging for more. He couldn’t resist the urge to dip down and kiss you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth instantly and it finally pushed you over the edge once again. Your third orgasm of the day and the first time you were cumming on his big cock. Your walls pulsed and quivered around him, trying to milk his cock as his pace never faltered. In fact, his pace only sped up at the feeling of your pussy gripping him and sucking him in as you gushed. Your back arched, forcing you to break away from his tantalizing lips, and gave a moan too good or even a porno and your hands whipped around him and gripped desperately at his uniform jacket. Your cum gushed around his cock and leaned down your thighs as he leaned further down and lapped at your chest. He laved and kissed and bit all over your breasts and paid special attention to your nipples.

Tears formed in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. It was too much. So so much. But by the Gods, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Fuck- Please! Don’t- Don’t fucking stop! So good! Too good!” You whined out once you regained the ability to speak after your earth-shattering orgasm. Atsushi was all too happy to comply as his hips continued to ram into you. Skin slapping skin was the most predominant sound throughout the room apart from your moans and pants and pleas for more. Underneath all that was the grumbling of the team, envious of Atsushi and disdain for his ability to get girls so easily as well as wishes to be in his position.

Unlike last time, your first orgasm here didn’t simply bleed into your second one— or in this case your third and fourth orgasms. You actually managed to come down from your high even if only for a moment before your next orgasm was cresting. Atsushi’s growls and grunts fueled you into your fourth orgasm as he licked and nipped his way up to your neck to place claiming bites and marks as he heard the words of the others. One thing about Atsushi is that he doesn’t like to share. There are very few exceptions to that and as it turned out, you would not be one of them. His hips slammed into you harder and faster with an air of possessiveness. The show was practically 2 steps away from being feral and it was truly one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. It sent you careening into your fourth orgasm before you even realised it was beginning.

Your cunt spasmed and squeezed around his cock again and the feeling made him growl right in your ear. You weren’t completely sure in your scrambled-minded state but you were almost certain you heard him say ‘Mine’ amid all his grunting and growling. Quickly, as your orgasm was beginning to wane, Atsushi leaned his torso back and grabbed your legs under your knees, and pulled them from his hips. For a moment, you thought he was going to pull away and began to whine at the prospect but you were quickly silenced as he pushed your knees to your chest and began pounding into you from there.

“Is that a-?!” One member started before he choked on his own words.

“Mating press?!” Another finished for him and the shock was apparent in their tones as they watched on.

Atsushi didn’t bother to pay much attention to them as he focussed on pounding your tight little cunt. Your eyes rolled back at the new sensations more than likely enhanced by the sensitivity of four prior orgasms. He managed to reach your g-spot with pinpoint accuracy and devastating ease as he thrusted into you with all the power of his leg and core muscles that had been refined so spectacularly by and for the sport he claimed to loathe. Your chest bounced with the force of his thrusts and the sight was so tantalizing to him that he was already thinking about seeing it again and again after this. His pelvis slapped against your clit each time he met your hips and the feeling was like heaven times an absolutely overwhelming amount. Tears streamed down your face and choked moans and cries twisted together in your throat as they tried to escape. If someone had asked you a question, you wouldn’t have even known it.

“C’mon, Chibi-chin. I wan’ you ta cum all’o’er ma cock again. Do it n’ I’ll cum fo’ you. Wherever ya want.” He promised with a deep gravelly voice slurred by pleasure and exertion. The promise was so enticing and broke through your total haze so well that it became the only thing on your mind. With that promise rattling around your mind as he slammed into you so deeply with your legs still pinned to your chest, you hurtled into your fifth orgasm of the day, creaming on his cock in the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. Your vision whited out and all of your senses faded for a moment in pure, blinding pleasure. You didn’t know if you even made a sound as your mouth hung open and your body went rigid. When your senses returned to you, Atsushi slowed his thrusts only slightly, just enough so that you could regain your ability to think. “Good girl,” He purred with a satisfied smirk dancing across his lips, “since you were such a good girl, you get ta pick. Where ya want my cum, Chibi-chin? You want my cum all over your pretty face? You want it in your mouth? Or do you want my cum in this tight lil pussy?” Atsushi asked, voice husky as he kept at a leisurely pace. Your eyes remained glazed over with the pleasure but his words instantly struck a cord inside you.

“Inside! Inside, please!” You begged. While the offer to fill your mouth with his spunk was appealing, the thought of being filled up by him sounded perfect right then. With a smirk, he complied and called you ‘his good girl’ again and it made you clench around him. With that, his pace picked up again and it wasn’t long before he was filling you up with his hot seed. With a grunt, his hips pressed flush against yours and hot spurts of his milky white spend gushed into your cunt. The pleasure left you trembling in his hold and your hamstrings began to burn from the prolonged stretch. As if sensing that, he released your legs and gently extended them back to lay over the edge of the table.

He observed your fucked out state for a while longer before he leaned down to press another kiss to your swollen, drool-covered lips. Exhausted, you tried to kiss back before he leaned back and slowly slid out of your used cunt. You whimpered at the overstimulation and your pussy fluttered at the slide. Once his dick was out, it laid limply and spent over his thigh. He easily tucked it back into his boxers and tugged his trousers up over his hips, though he left them undone and sagging. He delicately skirted his fingers over your trembling thigh until he reached closer to the apex of your thighs. He lightly pressed into your thigh to get a better view of his cum dripping out of your quivering hole. It dripped down over your ass and made a small pool on your skirt that he knew would stain. ‘A little reminder of me.’ He smirked at the thought and gently stroked his thumb over your thigh. Carefully, he took the index and middle finger of his other hand and scooped up a bit of the cum that still dripped out of you and pushed it back inside. ‘You had wanted it inside, after all.’ As he pulled his fingers back out, they were thoroughly coated in your combined fluids and he immediately knew what to do.

He brought those fingers up to your face, glistening in your combined cum, and gently coaxed your mouth open wider to slip them inside. With intense and passionate eye contact, he smeared his cum mixed with yours across your tongue until it was all swapped for your saliva. You closed your eyes and hummed at the taste and sucked on his fingers as they left your mouth. The others could only watch the scene unfold, transfixed by the nearly silent moment. It was only once you swallowed that the silence was broken.

“How…” A deep voice spoke from the side, sounding slightly devastated, “How is it that Murasakibara, the one who doesn’t care about anything other than snacks, is the one who can pick up girls and… and pull this?! I mean-! This is the first time we’re all meeting Miss Manager and… And he can… He can….. 5 times?! Are you serious?! 5 times?!” Captain ranted, devolving into simply shouting things that had happened. You, still exhausted and fuzzy-brained, simply laid back limply on the table and chuckled. Atsushi rolled his eyes at the Captain and instead chose to focus on you for fear that he had gone too hard. There was a mini fridge in the meeting room that held water bottles that he grabbed and handed you one after he opened it for you. As Tatsuya watched the scene, a thoughtful smirk played on his lips as he devised how best to go about convincing Atsushi to share you in the future.

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Let's do #142

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142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

Eddie smiles at whatever the guy beside him is saying. Truth be told, he hadn’t been paying attention. Not since Buck stormed into his line of sight to glare lasers at the man flirting with Eddie. This whole thing had been Ravi’s idea. Help Buck get over his loser ex boyfriend by taking him out to a few clubs. The night had been going well! Buck’s mopey pout had shifted to a smile by the second margarita, and he was dancing and flirting with quite a few men and women who’d shown interest. Eddie had hung back with Ravi for the most part, until the kid bumped into an old friend and they disappeared together, leaving Eddie and Buck on their own. Buck had been preoccupied with a cute blond, so Eddie had gravitated to the bar. And that’s when Jayce approached him.  Jayce notices Eddie looking behind him and turns his head. “Oh, I see what this is,” Jayce says with a mischievous smile. “He your ex or something?” “Or something,” Eddie says. “He’s my best friend.” “And he looks like he wants to kill me,” Jayce chuckles. “Here-” he holds out his hand and wiggles his fingers- “hold my hand so he gets jealous.”  Eddie, in some kind of drunken bravery- or maybe stupidity, laces their fingers together.  He glances at Buck again, to see the glare somehow sharpen, his grip on his glass white knuckled. He leaves whatever conversation he’d been ignoring with the cute blond and storms to the bar.  Eddie pretends like he hasn’t seen Buck, instead asking Jayce about his job.  But then a hand cups the back of Eddie’s head and turns him. He has a split second to see the fire in Buck’s eyes before he’s pulled into a world altering kiss.  Jayce drops Eddie’s hand. “You’re welcome!” he sing-songs.  Eddie smiles into the kiss and Buck pulls his lower lip between his teeth as he pulls away. Eddie blinks his eyes open to see Buck scowling at Jayce’s (now empty) barstool. There’s a blush on his cheeks and he won’t quite meet Eddie’s eyes.  “This beats shoving me in a basketball game any day,” Eddie teases. Buck blushes fiercely, but he finally looks at Eddie, his thumb swiping behind Eddie’s ear. “S-sorry,” he stammers. “I shouldn’t have-” “Yes you should’ve,” Eddie says. “I wanted you to.” A smile slowly blooms on Buck’s face. “You did?” “It was Jayce’s idea to make you jealous enough to do something but yeah,” Eddie nods. “I did.” “Good.” Buck pulls him into a deep kiss, the fingers of his free hand twining with Eddie’s own. 

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~Fox and their love-sick hound~

Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc

Warning: yandere, hunting (its rook...), stalking, drugs??,

I really wanted to write something for this. like I said in the mainly art version of this. I 100% think Rook as a Dog is a Golden retriever. they're hunting dogs but also little ray of sunshine. i know there is a movie about the fox and the hound but in the movie the dog is a blood hound. but rook... as a golden retriever.. i had to qwq

~~You found the fanfic! There’s an art piece that goes with this, here you go! Enjoy ^^~~

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Surprise! surprise! the classes were over and everyone were doing their club activity. You were just stopping by each club to see how everyone was doing. a friendly visit, you can say.

You stopped by the music club and saw that their 3 members were playing a new rhythm game on cater's phone.

You stopped by the Basketball club. you quickly left when you say Floyd throwing the balls like they were dodgeballs...

you stopped by the board game club. Azul and Idia were playing a card game that you couldn't understand with Azul honey laced words trying to explain it to you.

you see the film club in the hallway for a film shot. vil seems to be lecturing a freshmen... fun.

you see malleus on the roof looking at gargoyles, you wave to him and he waves back.

you watched Riddle ride his horse, flawlessly. Silver was sleeping on a horse and Sebek was screaming at him to wake up.. fun.

the magical shift club were playing their game

you see Jack and Deuce running around the school and you quickly yelled at them to not to drink water.

now the science club, you were honestly on the fence on even entering. its nothing about the club that made you uncomfortable. it was a certain hunter that did.

when you first meet him, he went on and on with compliments about your beauty. at first it was nice and quite flattering but it started to make you feel uncomfortable and you started to feel a little self-conscious. did everyone notice that you misplace your buttons? or did everyone notice the way you part your hair? all this "positive" attention was too much for you to handle and when you confront him about it.... it was like he was holding back before cause now he just wont stop! You started to avoid him every chance you got. the spotlight was just too much for you to take and you didn't have the heart to tell anyone about how you felt about this. it was too embarrassing and frankly silly to not like all the "praise".

you were still at the door to the science club... and you really didn't want to leave this club with say hi or checking in like the others... plus! Trey will be there! he might help if Rook does... a Rook.

You took a deep breathe for courage and open the door. you were introduced to a cloud of purple mist that smelled floral but sour? with the force of the mist, you were knocked down on the floor. you immediately braced yourself on the floor. the mist took a good minute for it clear out.

"Little pup! Are you okay?"

towering over you stood Divus Crewel, you couldn't see his face but you did see his coat which helped you to identify him. his hand was extended to you.

"im okay.. what happened here??"

you took his hand and stood. with your other hand, you waved off the remaining mist.

"tsk.. it seems a pup mixed the wrong herbs to the base making the reactions to be more... monstrous than it was intended. we normally have good ventilation here but.. frankly, if you haven't open the doors, we'd likely suffocated by the fumes, so thank you pup."

he starts to walk away to check his students, leaving you standing there process what he said... good thing you went into the science club then huh.. you thought. you make your way in the class room and helped some of the students clear out the rest of the mist, it was still kinda hard to see everyone but with a little wave of a notebook as a makeshift fan, it cleared up quickly.

you noticed that there is a lot of beastmen in here? weird but you didnt seem to mind too much. the kicker is when you recognize a non-beastmen beastmen.

"trey? aww you have cute little doggy ears!"

Trey has cute dog ears on his head! one of the ear's is up and the other is flopped down. They were just the cutest! As you were distacted by his ears, he laughs and turns to show off his tail. he knew what he was doing.

"heh.. we were making transformation potions kinda like the sea Witch but instead of turning merfolk into human, we tried humans into beastmen."

"ah.. that makes sense but... umm... may i..?"

you motion to his tail and ears. he lets out a charming laugh and nods. your face beamed as he bends down to you so you can pet his ears. they were so soft and when you brushed your finger on the bottom edge of his ears, they twitched. you tried to hold your joyish squeal and just hugged trey.

"hehe... im guessing you like my ears and tail?"

"mhmm..." you said in his shoulder

"you dont look half bad yourself, perfect"

you felt a flitch on your... head, no... ears? you immediately push yourself off trey and ran to the nearest glass shelf to look at yourself in the reflection. you had big long ears standing on your head. they looked a lot bigger than trey's ears but not like bunny ears. you looked at your behind and saw you had a big long tail. it was flowy and the fur looked coarse but soft too.

"but how-?"

"it was likely when you opened the door, and the mist hit you. any ways, i need to check with Professor Crewel and see when an antidote can be made. if you don't mind perfect, can you help out the other freshmen to clean up? we should get this place clear out of the mist or any hidden residue. there's extra lab coats and gloves over here."

"o-oh! ya sure. i dont mind."

you ran to slip on a lab coat and... felt someone's eyes on you. you looked around and everyone seemed to do their own thing. maybe your just not used to the extra sensations with your ears and tail?

you shrugged it off and hurried to check on everyone and clean up.

"..."

~~~~~

3 days...

3 days until you ears and tail were gone. Trey said since they were mimicking the sea witch's merfolk to human potion. they estimate they potion will last for 3 days. anyone with ears and tail (that aren't suppose to) are suppose to check with professor crewel immediately.

Frankly ace and epel are not helping! they keep laughing and messing with you. blowing wind in your direction to watch you ears and tail twitch. if you're nice they use magic, if not, they get close and blow in your ear.

"my gosh! quit it!"

the only time they actually stopped (until next time) is when deuce and jack are protecting you from them. such sweet hearts. they compliment it and Deuce actually ask to feel them, he's just curious!

Sebek isn't much help either. he doesn't play jokes on you but his yelling is 10x worst now. you were half tempted to go straight to malleus or lilia and ask if they can talk to sebek about his volume.

other than that everything has gone quiet... its just smooth sailing. until 3 days is up, you continued your day like normal. you get comments here and there but everyone (except ace and epel) has been main respectful. bet the science club are getting lots of questions. maybe some went to azul for a temp cure, i mean, scarabia can be really loud with all the parties. what about Trey? cater is probably all over him with request for pictures or maybe he should get ears and a tail.

you laughed to yourself as you make it back to the Ramshackle dorm. Grim is with ace and deuce right now, after they were caught messing with the desserts. so you have alone time for a while, yippy!

your ear twitched and you quickly turned around to find... no one there.. maybe.. an animal? with too many strange feelings, the ears and tail sensing things, you just haven't been able to feel alone recently.. you quicken your steps and rushed inside your dorm. you quickly locked the doors and check the rest of house. locking doors and windows. you did a quick clean of the place, no hanging jackets or clothes that can be mistaken as figures in the house. you're suppose to just enjoy alone time... which you don't feel alone.. which is concerning.. you run to your room and try to get comfortable. new clothes, and your phone with ace and deuce's number on standby.

you lay down on your bed and took a deep breathe.. then you were out like a light.

~~~~~

running.

how and why were you running? it was the third day, you were suppose to say good bye to the ears and tails, plus the strange feelings those ears and tail senses you couldn't shake off. you were tired of it, the first day, they were really cool to have and the senses were really neat but the strange feeling of just something, or someone, just made the whole experience sour for you. even when you were in the ramshackle dorm with grim, grim had to contently be your voice of reason, which is new but not unwelcomed. you could tell that grim was starting to worry for you, which made you feel a little guilty.

that night, you needed some fresh air. once you were out of the dorm, you sat on the pouch. the cold winds felt nice on your ears. you took a deep breathe and looked at the stars to calm your nerves. you just had to wait a few more hours... until midnight, right? you took a few minutes to just relax in the stars until you felt like you had enough and started to make you way inside.

when you stepped inside, you were greeted with a shadowy figure in your way. you froze, all you can see from his figure were their sharp eyes. no one moved for a moment...

....

..

the figured jumped at your direction! the ears and tail wasn't just for show, the potion gave you beastmen abilities too, like speed and strength. but mainly the speed part is important right now.

you swiftly jumped out of the way and ran.

you didn't know where to go. if you try to run to the other dorms, it'll take you some time just to get into the hall of mirrors. but if you head to the forest by ramshackle, there's a tiny chance you lose this creep but if they catch you, its all over for you.

you had to pick no chance or a tiny chance!

but you have beastmen senses, if you go into the forest. maybe they'll aid you away from this creep!!

who cares, just run!!

~~~~~

...

..

you were hiding now...

you do have beastmen abilities now but doesn't mean you still wont get tired. you were hiding in a little hole, two fallen trees made this small hole in the ground and you were so grateful that you noticed it. maybe you could run out of the forest now and hide in another building? maybe you successfully made the creep lost? hopefully..

you tired your luck, your chest felt so heavy but you had to get help.

you tired to be slow and quiet as you crawled out of the hole. an arrow was shot right in front of you, in the ground. you let out a quick scream and ran.

your running was short lived when heard a whistle in the wind and a sharp pain in your leg, you were shot. you fell and rolled into the dirt.

this is it. you couldn't make it home and now no one will hear from you again. you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. regrets... guilts... what was the last thing you said to everyone..? would they be okay without you..? would you be okay without them...?! you feel hot tears falling from your eyes. you didn't want to go like this! there was so much you wanted to experience in twisted wonderland! please someone, hel-

"Aww~ Trickster, no need for these tears. shh... i was only playing~"

your heart downed, you slowly turned your head around to see him, Rook Hunt.. he stepped closer to you so you can see him better. he had floppy golden ears on his head and a wagging tail to follow...

"Aw~ My Trickster~ i see I've stolen your breathe away so let me explain. the day where you heroically saved everyone in the science club from our demise, we, including yourself, were gifted beastmen abilities. id admit, it took every fiber of my being to not just jump you when you were all over Chevalier des Roses. but.. i decided, since we were gifted these abilities, i should test them out. to understand your creations, you must test them. so i selfishly took on the hunt for my mon cher renarde~~"

he took off his hat and bowed, taking one of your hand and gently kissing your knuckles. you were too shocked to even respond. you were feeling too many emotions at once. does this mean you'll live? Rook was the strange figure that you sensed... that's why you haven't seen him in days. he did all of this to test the potion...? he shot you in the leg!!

you started to feel little headed and just collapsed on the floor. as you were falling in and out of conciseness, rook picked you up bridle style and started to talk some more.

"Ahh~ Mon cher Renarde~ watching you deny your instincts only to let them take over was truly an honor. Vraiment magnifique~ your cute little twitches, ahh~ i couldn't get enough. i might force you to take the potion again.."

he stops and smiles at you. a smile that made you feel sick.

"hehe~ just kidding~"

...

..

"unless..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

French words!! i used google translate so sorry for the people who knows french.

Mon cher Renarde = my dear fox

Vraiment magnifique = truly beautiful

[zayray030]

- I'm just scrolling through your catalog and I see you headcanon the others having a thing for Ace's thighs

- And right below one of those posts was an image of Basketball Shorts Ace

- During games with rival schools the shorts move up or he's hanging in the air in front of someone and they see thighs

- Cue distraction

- And jealousy

- It may or may not be on purpose

not my most favorite idea, but it works for what im trying to say

AHHHH!! I cam just imagine the student later cornering Ace trying to profess their love to him only to get thrown across the room by a furious Floyd who finds it pathetic that all these kelp trash are trying to make a move on his crabby

I just know Jamil tries to cover Ace to make sure that no one can see him because Ace just looks so fucking pretty in his club card.

Like I can imagine him mid practice bending over to do his shoe laces or to stretch or whatever and Janil is immediately behind him with a jacket to cover him up

I can just imagine that one of the schools they fight against are all distracted by the thighs and are falling around like idiots, meanwhile Ace is completely oblivious, meanwhile NRC is split between using this for their advantage and protecting their precious first year

[sapphicstone]

𝒟𝒜𝑀𝒩 𝒮𝒯𝑅𝐼𝒫𝒫𝐸𝑅 / BASEketball.

Fandom: BASEketball (1998)

Parings: Doug Remer x Stripper!Reader ; Joe Cooper x Stripper!Reader

Summary: You lead a double life. By day, you are a tactical analysis specialist for the Beers baseketball team. But at night, that's when everything really happens.

You are a stripper.

NOTES: I have to be honest with you all, I've never seen any fanfic of Remer and Cooper with the Reader Stripper... Anyway, the idea came up after reading some interview with Trey Parker about him liking strippers.

By day, you are a tactical analysis specialist. What exactly do you do? Well, you study games, analyze the opposing team, suggest strategies, evaluate player performance, and so on. It's kind of a fun job.

You enjoy working with Cooper and Remer, the main stars of basketball. They put a lot of effort into coming up with distractions so that everyone can score in the game. But it's not like Joe and Doug really need it; after all, one of the things you like about them is their charisma and sense of humor.

"Good job, guys," you said as you watched them enter the players' prep room.

"Thanks to you," Cooper replied, pointing his finger in your direction with a sincere smile on his face. Your cheeks flushed at Joe's compliment.

"But you guys need to work on your strategies," you pointed out as you approached the guys. Doug frowned as he downed a bottle of water.

After you finished your shift, you said goodbye to each of the guys individually and wished them a good night. They said goodbye back and you hurried to your second job.

''Black Flamingo.''

That was the name of the place where, from the moment you walked in, you peacefully bid farewell to the tactical analysis specialist working for the Beers team and said a rough "hello" to the club's most sought-after stripper.

JOE COOPER

Cooper doesn't usually go to these places, even though it goes against his personality. But Squeak and Remer convinced him to go.

He hesitated a lot, but finally went.

When he arrived, he felt at home. And even though the bright lights hurt his eyes, Cooper couldn't help but look at the stage filled with scantily clad strippers, sensually making every subtle move. It instantly soothed his eyes.

Cooper wasn't sure if he should focus on the other ladies who worked there, serving drinks and dancing on the laps of the guys who accepted the drinks, or on the dancers on the stage.

He accepted a drink and was excited when the waitress in black, low-cut clothing blew him a kiss in the air. He took a sip of the drink and things started to heat up when they announced the show for the night.

Cooper started to get excited.

The one who doesn't sleep with any of her clients. The one who steals the attention of both men and women. The golden goose of the Black Flamingo...

...You

Your steps were mesmerizing; you definitely knew what you were doing and were fully aware of the power you had over those drooling men. The lace mask covering your face was the main attraction. Who could this bitch be? No one would have the privilege to find out.

"Holy shit, man…" Cooper muttered to himself as he watched you slowly fiddle with your own clothes.

Remer and Squeak watched in fascination. Cooper screamed and, with the effect of alcohol on his brain, started throwing some dollars on the stage.

But even as professional as you were, you couldn't help but miss a step when you saw Joe Cooper in the audience.

''What the fuck is he doing here?'' You tought.

DOUG REMER

"Shall we go to the 'Black Flamingo?"

"Right away," he said.

Remer definitely can't keep his dick in his pants.

The ladies are all around him, serving drinks, but he doesn't even wait for them to offer. He gives them a comically sensual wink and turns his eyes back to the stage. He enjoys tucking dollars into the ladies' cleavage, smiling as their breasts sway to and fro.

Remer doesn't drink too much because he wants to enjoy the situation sober. He doesn't want to forget this day.

Remer feels confident in this club with all these hot women around him. "There's a little bit of Remer for everyone" he says, as if they really want him, but they are just doing their damn jobs.

But after the announcement of the night's show, one person in particular catches his attention.

The stripper who took the stage was different. It wasn't just the lace mask covering her face; all of her subtle and well-crafted movements justified why she was in such high demand.

She was radiant, gorgeous and most of all: very hot. Dollars rained down on the stage as the damn stripper began to strip. One by one.

Remer found himself mesmerized by the sequence of lace falling onto that stage, he was thirsty for more.

Soon he was screaming for you along with the desperate crowd and managed to find a place on the edge of the stage to get closer to you, even though he knew you were the Untouchable Stripper.

But he didn't care.

His eyes quickly fell on the red-haired guy in the audience. ''It had to be a joke.''

You knew that Doug Remer was willing to get the attention of many girls, never wanting just one. But you felt happy when you realized he was just staring at you.

Please excuse my poor English and any other mistakes i made. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

byee

[jonillaa]

hiiii!!! saw that ur new here!! it’s so nice to have more writers for &team!! i wonder if I can req high school au!with jo x f!reader, when it’s school day and they finally got time to eat together, and jo is sleeping (? kinda) on his s/o lap (like in their recent tiktok lol but the opposite)

its kinda long but it’s rlly cute lol!!

(the tiktok I talked about : https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLuntQoM/)

SUMMER BUMMER ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ non-idol!jo x f!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff , high school au

WC ┊ 580+

WARNINGS ┊ reader and jo is in high school , food is mentioned , really bad dialogues :p , lowercase intended!!

SYNOPSIS ┊ after dating for a couple of months, you and jo finally have a chance to spend some much-needed alone time together during lunch. seizing the opportunity, you both enjoy a peaceful meal, which ends with jo falling asleep on your lap.

A/N ┊ hii anon!! thank you for requesting this omg this is so cute 🥹🥹 i hope this is what you wanted and if it’s not i can rewrite it! ^_^ but i feel like everything is so cliché so im super sorry about that 😭 (the jo stans need to get fed!)

the sweltering heat of summer enveloped the high school campus, casting a hazy glow over an unlikely duo—asakura jo, the popular basketball captain, and you, the president of the art club. amidst your guys’ respective roles and endeavors, your paths had crossed, and a love story blossomed beneath the blazing sun.

when the pressures of high school and extracurricular activities threatened to drown you both, an opportunity finally presented itself. with hearts yearning for solitude, you and jo ascended to the sanctuary of the school rooftop, an oasis where chaos gave way to tranquility.

bento boxes brimming with delectable treats adorned on top of your guy’s laps, awaiting your indulgence. the sun bathed the rooftop in a golden glow, casting a beautiful backdrop for the much-needed respite you were about to experience.

as you settled down cross-legged, sarcasm laced your words, "so, is this where we have our grand romantic gestures? on top of a school roof-top? so cliché."

jo chuckled, his eyes dancing with affection. "maybe. but hey, i promise to keep the swooning to a minimum if you do the same."

you exchanged teasing smiles before digging into the bento boxes, savoring the flavors and the light-hearted banter that flowed freely. amidst the laughter and shared stories, a deep-rooted bond blossomed, intertwining your lives with a delicate yet sturdy thread.

as the rooftop embraced an air of tranquility, the world faded into the background. time lost its authority while you reveled in each other's company. the gentle breeze weaved whispers of serenity through your conversation, amplifying the shared sense of solace.

once the bento boxes were emptied, contentment settled over you both like a cozy blanket. the rooftopscape stretched before you, an urban panorama that mirrored the possibilities laid out in front of you.

jo's eyelids grew heavy, the remnants of exhaustion surfacing from long days of basketball practice. sensing his fatigue, you extended your lap, an inviting cushion. crossing his legs beneath him, jo settled in, his head finding sweet respite against your legs.

you tenderly played with his hair, your touch an unspoken reassurance. "don't worry, jo. the rooftop nap is all the rage these days. you're just ahead of the trend."

he smirked, his voice laced with a playful edge. "ah, yes, it's the latest fashion statement. thank you for keeping me up-to-date."

as the atmosphere settled into a peaceful serenade, you watched jo succumb to sleep. his body relaxed under the weight of his slumber, his breaths rhythmic and steady. in this tender moment, vulnerability painted across his features, your heart swelled with affection.

whispering soft encouragements into the stillness, you marveled at his trust. here, on the rooftop, surrounded by endless possibilities, you nurtured a love that transcended the hurried pace of high school life.

above it all, the sky painted itself in hues of orange and gold as the sun began its descent. time ticked away steadily, yet your little pocket of solitude remained, an infinite haven for two young souls entangled in the journey of love.

in jo's embrace, you found comfort, a sanctuary that shielded you from life's summer bummers. together, you forged a bond that withstood the tests of bustling hallways and competing passions. the rooftop became an emblem—an embodiment of your unwavering devotion to one another.

and so, under the scorching hot sun, you both sat, entwined in a slumbering embrace, basking in the simplicity of love's melody as the world whispered its secrets to the afternoon sky.

a/n 2 ┊ this actually took me longer than expected 😭 I tried not to make everything so awkward so im so sorry for the random sarcastic dialogues LMFAO.

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Continuing on the tradition of the previous two posts, what do you think are the theater kids and recess class (minus the Austins) worst experiences with Ms. Marinette?

Lotta Jameson:

This girl actually greased the hand rail of the stairs when she saw Lotta talking to Adrien and laughing. After sliding down the rail, Lotta fell face first into the floor and had to get fillings

Keeps promising to fix her goggles, then flakes out at the last second because of more “important matters”

Kendra Anne Gunderson

Didn’t appreciate Kendra’s trademark snarkiness, and started badmouthing her to others

This resulted in Kendra getting kicked out of a club she was a part of due to the badmouthing delving into rumor territory

DJ Detweiler

Marinette exposed several of his harmless pranks, getting him in trouble multiple times with the teachers. He hasn’t forgiven her since

To get back at her for a prank she still holds a grudge against, Marinette laced some cupcakes DJ made for a bake sale with itching powder, getting her in trouble

Austin Spinelli

Once she heard his name was Austin, that was enough for her to start antagonizing Spinelli, and she refused to refer to him by his surname

While Spinelli was in the art classroom working on another chalk piece, the dust kept getting on an outfit she was designing. So, when everyone left, Marinette poured water on the chalkboard, ruining Spinelli’s work

Gia Griswald

Constantly critiques her love of camouflage-print clothing and keeps trying to get her to wear more bright colors

If the girl wants to wear camo, let her wear camo! Shut the fuck up

Victoria LaSalle

Whenever Victoria is unintentionally blocking her way, she just pushes their wheelchair out of the way without even politely asking them to move. (Just don’t touch another person’s wheelchair, alright?)

Acts like this perfect advocate and suggests Victoria should find a wheelchair basketball team to play on rather than DuPont’s, and it pisses Victoria off

Gerard Gunderson

Makes a big deal about his prosthetic leg and keeps trying to get him to model for her inclusive line

His tooth gap often causes him to slightly whistle, and then one day, Marinette got annoyed by it and caused a whole scene, making him embarrassed

Mindy Blumberg

Has implied several times that Mindy should quit singing and join the school wrestling team due to her “physique.” The girl wants to sing! Let her sing!

In reality, Marinette couldn’t stand when Mindy was chosen to sing in accompaniment to Adrien’s piano playing during a school function

Rochelle Weems

When she heard that Rochelle often spills secrets about people, she decides to get revenge and spill some of Rochell’s secrets…

… And that caused Zir to run home crying, and skip school for a week

Mason Ewing

Keeps trying to push him out of his comfort zone despite his obvious discomfort. It’s led to panic attacks on two occasions

Calls her creepy for keeping her classmates’ info logged in a binder. Pot. Meet kettle.

[connormccafferyhater]

heyyyy do you mind helping a slow pookie out? what’s unrivaled??? like ik it’s sum to do w phee and stewie but like what is it fr ??

omg you’re not on your zoom babes but i’ll tell you! unrivaled is a 3x3 league that was founded by stewie and phee in july of 2023. the league is supposed to consist of the top 30 (now 36) players in the league, is made up of 6 basketball clubs (laces, mist, vinyl, phantom, lunar owls, and the rose), and all the games are held in miami.

what makes unrivaled unique is that it gives players a new opportunity to get everything they’d want from offseason play but easier. they don’t have to play overseas, they get the most off time than any other sports league before the wnba season starts, they’re playing top notch competition, and on top of that they’re getting paid more than what they usually would overseas (and they get to enjoy the nice weather during the winter)(and enjoy march madness in person since it’s in tampa this year).

it’s basically the new ig “it” league for the wnba rn and ppl are saying it could act as competition due to the attention and equity it’s getting versus the wnba in the past years. that’s basically it tho i hope that was a good enough synopsis.

[because-she-goes]

masterlist

| fluff - 🤍 | smut - ❤️‍🔥 | angst - 🖤 | newest - ✨ |

series: an encounter | matty x oc!nora

face claim: sixtine rouyre

official timeline

luck be a lady 🤍

how matty and nora meet

new york wedding 🤍

matty’s vows to nora

manchester wedding 🤍

nora’s vows to matty

a frank sinatra morning part 1 🤍

morning routine, nora POV

a frank sinatra morning part 2 🤍

morning routine, matty POV

the garden 🤍

matty and nora go to a basketball game

modern art 🤍

art lesson w/ nora and matty

i’m here with you 🖤

nora has anxiety

studio day 🤍

nora in her studio, matty comes home early

gallery 🤍

matty & nora attend a gallery event

april showers 🤍

nora has news, matty rushes home

nineteen hundred eighty five 🤍

nora watches the atvb interlude

black lace ❤️‍🔥

nora teases matty on his birthday

june baby 🤍

nora and matty get high on her birthday

angel 🤍

nora and matty’s birthday tradition

chocolate 🤍

matty and nora miss the other’s birthday

inside your mind 🤍

headcannons about matty and nora

sparks ❤️‍🔥

matty and nora reunite

parental guidance 🤍

matty and nora’s third wedding anniversary

summer girl 🤍

matty and nora on their honeymoon

insieme 🤍

nora posts to instagram for the first time

chiaroscuro 🖤

nora tells matty about derek

new york state of mind | nora’s backstory

chapter 1: hebe’s demise 🖤

nora in her high school years

chapter 2: athena’s rebirth 🖤

nora during/after rehab

chapter 3: nike’s ascension 🤍

nora in her college years

chapter 4: aphrodite’s rage 🤍

nora becomes single

series: the lakes | matty x oc!rooney

face claim: buse kuşcu

meet rooney

bare boned 🤍

how rooney and matty meet

louder than bombs 🤍

rooney and matty bump into eachother

cinnamon 🤍

matty and rooney go to the market

miniseries: roadkill | bartender!matty x oc!thea

face claim: camille rowe

meet thea

waiting for you 🤍

how thea and matty meet

eros & pysche 🖤

matty and thea kiss

warm 🤍✨

matty and thea go on a date

stand alone fics

october thirty first 🤍

halloween headcannons

the truman show ❤️‍🔥

matty meets someone outside of a club

the dinner party 🤍

you and george host a dinner party after tour

cadillac 🖤

matty is seen with another girl

[takohebi]

If I may ask. Can we please have more 16+ stuff with Jamil (while i'd prefer JamiYuu or AzuJami, the ship used is up to you)? I'm thirsting for him and there's too little content about him 😭

Hello Anon, unfortunately yeah, Jamil is not as popular as other characters I think. I was missing my ot3 recently so your ask helped me write a small jamiyuu ficlet. (Please be nice, it hasn't been beta'd or edited because I've been pretty busy with work this month)

Jamiyuu (gn!Yuu) , mildly spicy I guess (they're making out, so)

"Shh, you don't want anyone to find us, do you?" Jamil whispered against Yuu's ear, his silken voice teasing but laced with want. He had the prefect pinned against the far side of the row of lockers in the NRC Basketball Club's currently empty locker room. They were out of sight for now but the invisible space was narrow and they could quite easily be discovered by other students (or worse, Vargas).

Yuu whimpered, their mouth going slightly slack as Jamil kissed their ear and then their neck. They had come only to see their boyfriend at basketball practice. But one thing led to another and very soon the two found themselves entangled with each other in rather compromising ways.

What started as a simple kiss was now desperate clawing, needy whines and low, sighing moans. Yuu's hands slipped under Jamil's loose jersey and ran over his toned back. His body was slick with sweat but that only served to exacerbate Yuu's desire. Everything about him drove them crazy- his voice, eyes, scent… and Jamil knew this. And often took advantage of it. Like now.

One of Jamil's arms supported his weight against the locker while the other coiled around Yuu's waist. Jamil nipped lightly at Yuu's neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from them. Smirking, he kissed their exposed collarbones and teased his lips lower as his leg parted Yuu's, and pressed his thigh against them.

"Ja-Jamil, I can't…"

"can't what?" Jamil unbuttoned their shirt a little, rather nonchalantly, exposing their skin to him.

"Please…" Yuu bucked their hips against Jamil's leg.

In lieu of a response, Jamil kissed Yuu in the middle of their chest. Yuu's breathing grew heavier, louder. As if on cue, voices sounded very close to the room, probably coming from students just outside. Yuu looked at Jamil in panic but he kept his cool. Not letting go of Yuu, Jamil kissed them deeply, muffling their sounds.

The students voices grew closer as a couple of them began to open a locker door and casually chat, unaware of the scandalous scene taking place just a few feet from them.

Jamil, hand ghosted over Yuu's chest, as he placed feather-light touches over their clothes, clearly intending to rile them up even more, despite the danger lurking (literally) around the corner.

Yuus body visibly relaxed when the voices finally grew faint.

Jamil pulled back a little to observe his lover's face.

Their eyes were glazed and they were panting very hard, chest heaving. Their hands were now fisting his jersey. Their hair and clothes were a big mess. A slight pang of guilt pierced through the surge of pride he felt as he regarded them. Perhaps he could escort them to somewhere… safer.

Kalim's club activities would take another hour to finish and that's plenty of time for him to enjoy Yuu's company.

"Let's go to your room?" Jamil asked, his voice low and slightly sympathetic. He found Yuu's reactions to him rather flattering but he didn't want to overwhelm them at this time. That could happen later, depending on Yuu's reply.

"Y-yes. Let's do that." They nodded weakly.

Jamil smiled and helped Yuu fix their appearance, all the while stealing little kisses from them. They swatted at him, a mock frown on their face as they continued scrambling to make sure they looked neat.

The pair headed out, sighing in relief when the whole area outside the room appeared to be deserted. Hand-in-hand, they shared a look of anticipation and genuine affection, a warm feeling flooding both their bodies as they make their way to the Mirror Room. They couldn't wait to taste each other again.

[notmagicalstudents]

TwstOber 2023 Day 10 - Reach

Here is the original TwstOber 2023 prompt by @raven-at-the-writing-desk: TwstOber2023

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It wasn’t a reach to say that they have changed their lives.

Alex could see it more than anyone else. Coming to Twisted Wonderland has been an adventure for them. Whether it was by accident or something more, they have integrated into the magical school life well. The main factor for that is because of their connections to the other students. For her, it was her friendship with Ortho and eventually Idia (with a few bumps here and there). With them, she fits in like the middle sibling instead of this big personality like back home. It was totally fine; she could freely work on building her strengths while also sewing without any judgment. But she also learns some new hobbies, like learning the logistics in gacha games with Idia.

She wasn’t the only one. Dove was the first one to really make friends. It wasn’t just Ace and Deuce, who they all knew, but the Heartslabyul Prefect Riddle, Vice Prefect Trey and Cater. Ever since helping out with the first Overblot incident, she has been close with the dorm members. She shares hobbies with Trey and Cater, sharing their love of baking and being in the pop music club respectfully. Her relationship with Riddle is pretty interesting; they often work together, with Riddle in his upperclassmen role of watching out for her while she gives him genuine time to be a friend. Ace and Deuce were self explanatory; it was impossible if she wasn’t seen with one or both of them at her side. They, along with some of the other freshmen, were a close-knit group.

Although they wouldn’t admit it out loud, Amelia and Yasmina were close to dorm members as well. Her Vice Prefect was close with Savanaclaw, treating both Jack and Ruggie like little brothers. But she was closer to Leona; they constantly tease and make jabs at each other. Though she would deny that they were anything more, it was fun to see her flustered whenever it was brought up. Yasmina, similarly, is close to both Prefects of Scarabia. Kalim is more outwardly friendly with her, like he is with everyone, but he would have her join in on his shenanigans while she tried to be straight-laced with him. Pretty much being like Jamil when he wasn’t around. Speaking of the Vice Prefect, despite how things went with them during his Overblot incident, they had a pretty chill relationship. They share the basketball club together and also jab at each other. It’s more subdued than Amelia and Leona are, but she still gets flustered when talking about it.

Dolphina and Ambrosia also had interesting relationships. Dolphina was more involved with Octavinelle; not only working at the Mostro Lounge, but close with Azul and the Leech twins. It seemed like she would be a scapegoat for them on their “dealings”, she actually seems on some equal footing with them. Her bluntness and carefree attitude tends to amuse Azul and entertain the twins, especially Floyd. Ambrosia, meanwhile, has Pomefiore more interested in her. Not so much with Epel, as it's more nurturing when it's those two. Vil wants her to be a star because of her secret talents and Rook wants to know every single thing about her. Even though she says it's annoying, she never stops being around them.

Stella, who is kind and sweet, has attracted herself to Diasomnia. It's actually thanks to her that they get to know more about the elusive and mysterious dorm. Sebek is a difficult character to get along with sometimes, but her positivity opened him up a bit. Her and Silver are good friends and kind of similar to each other, though she thinks that it's because their eyes are the same color and sleep habits. Lilia likes to play around with her, but also seems nurturing to her (kind of like a grandpa with his grandkids). More so when it came out that her and Malleus are friends. Speaking of him, or Mr. Horns as she calls him, they share a very cute friendship. Despite his scary look, Stella treats him just as kind as she does with anyone else. They also seem to love hanging out together, whether it’s small chat or sitting in a lounge together.

Somehow, coming here seemed to be better for everyone involved.

[vannahfanfics]

Appreciation

Word Count: 1815

Fluff, Humor, Friendship

Summary: Floyd doesn't really get all the fuss about Valentine's Day... until he does.

Just a little story I wrote for the Twisted Valentine’s Exchange about my favorite Tweel appreciating those he cares about!

“Hah? What do you mean, ‘do I have plans for Valentine’s Day’? Is that your way of askin’ me on a date, Crabby?” 

“It’s not and you know it!” Ace seethed, whirling around to lob the basketball that he’d been about to shoot at the hoop at Floyd’s head instead. 

The tall boy ducked it with a mirthful laugh, then laughed again when he heard Jamil yelp in fright several yards behind him. He snickered again when the other boy angrily exclaimed, “Watch it, Ace, you almost beamed me in the head!” Ah, Basketball Club could be a real drag when Floyd wasn’t in the mood, but teasing the two of them always cheered him right up. Ace was particularly easy to rib, excitable as he was. 

“It’s Floyd’s fault! He’s being an ass!” Ace snapped back. 

“When is he not?” Jamil sighed as he carried the basketball back over to them. Instead of giving it back to Ace, he tucked it under his arm and pouted dourly at the redhead. “And I’m sure you said something that he just couldn’t resist teasing you about, anyway. You make it easy.” 

“Hey! I resent that! All I did was ask if he’s got plans for Valentine’s Day.” Ace frowned, then crossed his arms with a huff and glared at Floyd. “I was just curious, that’s all! It’s a perfectly reasonable question to ask.” 

“So, this totally doesn’t have anything to do with the bet you made with Mackerel over whether or not the upperclassmen have little angelfish?” Floyd challenged with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Of course, Ace made a perfectly delightful expression, his mouth dropping open and his eyes blowing as wide as a squirrelfish’s. While Floyd threw his head back, cackling, Ace just frowned deeper. 

“How’d you know about that?!” 

“What a silly thing to bet over,” Jamil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “As if any of us have the time for that…” 

Floyd laughed for a few seconds more, then looked back at Ace with a breezy sigh. 

“Mackerel’s not very good at keeping secrets,” Floyd explained with a small shrug. “He made the mistake of asking Sea Lion outright and then had to try an’ explain himself when Sea Lion brought out the claws. It’s the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.” 

“Damn Deuce… I shoulda known…” Ace grumbled and slumped his shoulders dejectedly. “Still… I’m glad that I didn’t bet on Leona havin’ somebody. Even if I thought he did, the risk of him killin’ me was way too high…” 

Floyd grinned at the memory of Deuce hightailing it out of the botanical garden with a furious Leona at his heels, hackles raised and spitting curses. Oh, yeah. He’d be replaying that memory for a few weeks. Simply priceless. 

“Well, do you?” Jamil asked abruptly, prompting Floyd to look at him with a raised eyebrow. At his bewilderment, Jamil rolled his eyes and huffily clarified, “Have a little angelfish, that is?” 

“I dunno why everybody’s so curious about somethin’ like that,” Floyd frowned, reaching up to paw at the back of his head. Everybody else seemed to get mighty defensive about it, but Floyd didn’t see the point in evading the question. That seemed like too much effort right now, especially since he had a feeling that Ace would bug him until he squawked. So, he just shrugged again and replied, “I don’t. So, no, I don’t have plans for Valentine’s Day, Crabby.” 

While Ace pumped his fist and muttered excitedly under his breath about how he was gonna “bleed Deuce’s pockets dry,” Jamil cocked an eyebrow at Floyd. 

“You know, Valentine’s Day isn’t just about couples, for a lot of people,” he pointed out. “It’s about celebrating all kinds of bonds. Plenty of people celebrate it as friends, or as family. The holiday can be interpreted as one for appreciating people you care about, in whatever capacity that is.” 

“First I’ve heard of it,” Floyd said, reaching up to lace his hands behind his head. Ace was no longer entertaining him with his funny exaggerated reactions and facial expressions, so this conversation was beginning to bore him. Basketball Club practice was pretty much over, too; maybe he oughta find a nice tree to clamber in and take a snooze. Then again, if Ace and Deuce were gonna be needling the rest of the upperclassmen to find out if they had significant others, it might be worth following them around. He could only imagine the entertaining reactions. 

It was then that Floyd actually processed what Jamil said. Huh. A day for appreciating people that you cared about? That didn’t sound like that much of a pain at all, actually… But everybody knew Valentine’s Day as a couples’ day, right? Surely it wasn’t as big a deal as Jamil was making it out to be. 

“Well, I got my answer,” Ace hummed, picking up another stray basketball and spinning it on his finger with a self-satisfied smirk. “I can’t believe I goaded Deuce into betting you had somebody special. No offense, Floyd, but you just don’t seem like the kind of guy to bother with stuff like that.” 

“Ace, that was incredibly offensive,” Jamil sighed and shook his head. “You make it sound like the guy’s heartless.” 

“I don’t wanna hear shit from you, Schemer Supreme. I know damn well that you ain’t doin’ anythin’, either.” 

“Now I resent that,” Jamil pouted. “I’ll have you know that I sent my little sister a present for Valentine’s Day.” 

So, Sea Snake celebrates Valentine’s Day with his family, Floyd thought. I overheard Sea Urchin talkin’ about callin’ home to his sister and momma, too. And I remember Snapper talking about how he’s gonna make little cards for everyone, and Sea Turtle chimed in about sweets... Seagull was talkin’ to Betta Fish about dressin’ up as that goofy angel thing and shootin’ people with plastic arrows. 

The more Floyd thought about it, the more he realized he’d overheard the last few days. Pretty much everyone he knew had mentioned something or another about Valentine’s Day, and none of it had to do with romantic couples or anything. 

Huh. Seems like a lotta people celebrate this Valentine’s Day thing, huh? With people they care about… 

“Hey, Crabby, Sea Snake,” Floyd piped up suddenly, causing Ace and Jamil to abruptly cease their banter and turn to him with matching curious expressions. “I got a favor I wanna ask.” 

“Well?” Floyd demanded, trying to will away the blush rising to his cheeks but ultimately failing. “You’ve been starin’ at it for over a minute now. If ya hate it that much, I can take it back!” 

Floyd had done his best, all right? How was he supposed to know that Sam’s store would be torn apart in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day? Even with Ace and Jamil to help him, it had been pretty damn difficult to procure gifts for Jade and Azul, so Floyd had been quite proud to find things he’d thought they’d like—some seafood-based snacks, some teas and a terrarium kit for Jade, a collectible coin guide for Azul. Now, he was totally second-guessing himself because they were staring at the small assortment of presents like it was a collection of fish with three heads or something. 

“Hate it?” Azul and Jade asked simultaneously, finally looking up from the table to instead peer wide-eyed at Floyd. The two exchanged shocked glances, then looked back at Floyd, small smiles tugging at their mouths. 

“Of course we don’t hate it, Floyd,” Jade chuckled. 

“Coulda fooled me,” Floyd grumbled, his surly tone belying the relief gushing up inside of him. He’d never really been good at this whole thing, so he’d been afraid that Jamil and Ace’s input hadn’t been enough. Azul and Jade’s smiles didn’t seem to be fake, though—and he knew their fakey smiles better than anyone.

“This is just rather unexpected, that’s all,” Azul said. “You’ve never shown any interest in celebrating Valentine’s Day with us before.” He put a finger on his chin, his smile taking that devious lilt that Floyd knew well. “I have to wonder what’s brought on the change…” 

“I just felt like it, okay?” Floyd shrugged, then raised his arms to lace his hands behind his head. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he glanced down at the gifts. “It’s a day about appreciatin’ people you like, right? Well, I like you two, so I got you gifts. Don’t think too hard about it.” 

“We’ve embarrassed him, Azul,” Jade chuckled. 

His twin was totally right, but Floyd’s face still flared red in indignation. 

“Nuh-uh,” Floyd growled, his sharp teeth showing as he scowled deeply. “‘M not embarrassed. ‘S just your imagination…” Normally, he’d threaten to go a round or two with Jade, but he was trying to suppress his angry urges for once. It wasn’t very appreciative to beat up one’s brother. 

“Don’t tease him, Jade. I’d rather he didn’t fly in a rage; we’ve still got to set up everything for tomorrow night’s Valentine’s Day Mostro Lounge special,” Azul sighed, closing his eyes and holding his fingers to his temple in exasperation. After a second, he opened his eyes halfway and smiled at Floyd. “But our comments haven’t exactly been grateful, so you have a right to be sultry, Floyd. We haven’t even said a proper thank-you, and you’ve clearly put a lot of thought into this.” 

“Clearly,” Jade echoed in agreement. “I feel bad, even if you did this on a whim. I didn’t get you anything.” 

“S’okay,” Floyd shrugged. “I did it ‘cuz I wanted to, not because I want something in return. That’s Azul’s thing.” 

“I feel simultaneously appreciated and insulted,” Azul smiled wryly. “Still, proper thanks are in order. Shall we, Jade?” 

“Indeed.” 

Floyd dropped his arms to blink in confusion, not sure what the two of them were on about. Suddenly, Azul and Jade stepped around the table to both envelop him in an embrace. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” they both smiled brightly at him. 

“We appreciate you, too,” Jade then said. 

“And we appreciate how much you appreciate us,” Azul added with a nod. 

Floyd looked between the two of them, eyes as huge as moons. Then, they scrunched up as they watered. He bit down on his bottom lip as it quivered a little. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered hoarsely, slipping his arms around both of them to pull them a little closer. 

No, Floyd had never been good at it—showing how much he cared. But maybe he was getting better, seeing how happy Azul and Jade were right now. And that was a thought that made him happier than any clam in all the oceans. He'd have to thank Crabby later, he supposed. Right now? He was gonna enjoy this.