#my house is gonna STINK once I get back

[boyapologist]

this is the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me do you guys wanna hear it. it's tmi. read tags at your own risk

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru

♡ TW: fear, prank, prank gone too far, dubcon-ish

♡ GN reader

“Haha, ‘Toru—nice try,” is all you say to the tall figure, having stood patiently in wait and perfectly positioned to do a jump scare with his silly store-bought Ghostface mask on.

You sigh and go back to your dealings, and he remains as if the gist isn’t up—ever-committed to the task as if you’re suddenly going to forget that it’s him. Like—of course, it’s him! Despite what the movies will have you believe, not a lot of guys have bodies like that.

If he was really committed to tricking you, he should have worn something baggier to hide his perfectly shredded chest. But no—he’s set on wearing his black muscle shirt—probably opting to make you both scared and horny at the same time.

You carry on with what you’d been doing—cleaning up the kitchen. “Oi, quit standing there already and come help me.”

He doesn’t. But that’s not unlike him—he’ll take any excuse not to do the dishes. And right now, the excuse is this dumb prank. But it’s your fault in any case—you’re the one that put him up to it by saying he’d never be able to get a rise out of you.

You sigh and scold yourself for being so short-sighted—should’ve kept my dumb mouth shut. Knowing him, he’s probably going to be this way all through October, the insufferable prick.

He still stands there. Silent. And still. Eerily unlike him. And almost, just almost, utterly unlike him.

But no—don’t be stupid! He’s the same height and the same build, for fuck’s sake! What are the odds of someone with the exact same measurements as your boyfriend breaking in right at the time he isn’t around in something so cliche and dumb as a Ghostface replica? No, it stinks of Satoru—it’s got his goofy antics written all over it.

You scoff again—a little winded this time, a little strained. You have to hand it to him—he is a little scary when he shuts up for this long.

“You can knock it off, Satoru. I know it’s you.” You face him again, hand on your hip, with a frown. 

You sigh again when he still doesn’t answer, insisting on his stupid tactic of psyching you out. And you’re getting pissed that it’s actually almost working.

“Ugh, you’re so stupid.” You start stomping over—aiming to rip that dumb thing off his head and point your death glare directly in his insufferable blue eyes—those insufferable blue eyes you’re actually starting to hope are under there more than knowing without a doubt are there for sure. 

“Tch—it’s insulting if you think some half-assed performance like this is gonna be enough to scare me. At least have the creativity to come up with something somewhat decent–”

You stop in your tracks halfway over. Hair is peaking out from under the mask. You hadn’t seen it from afar, matted against the black shirt he was wearing—but how could you? How could you when it’s not white hair?

You flinch backward. Stumbling. Assessing the dark, silken locks a second time before looking up at the mask again—that soulless white warped skull with pitch-black bottomless eyesockets.

You take another step back. Breath hitching in your throat when the figure takes a step as well—toward you.

Your heart flares. It’s not Satoru.

Eyes peeled, you feel the panic overthrow you in an instant—like a cold rush, reaching all the way into your bonemarrow, making it hard to move, hard to do much of anything without feeling vulnerable to what it might trigger.

But once the figure pulls his hand out from behind his back, brandishing a butcher’s knife that catches the light and glints in the air—you have no other choice but to run.

What a perfect fucking day to wear fuzzy fucking socks! Fucking October cold is going to be the reason you die—stabbed to death in your own house by some cringey Scream fanboy. No—this can’t be the end—not this way! Why isn’t Satoru home yet? Why can’t he ever be where you need him to be?

You make your way through the house—hoping to reach the door, but turning the corner has you slip and fall, and the intruder’s on you—knife raised, poised prettily in the air above your helpless body, clad in your tiny heart-print pj’s—like the perfect hot airhead in any slasher spoof.

You scream and squeeze your eyes shut, “No! No—please! Please! Satoru, help!”

And right as the knife is supposed to come down and puncture your chest, making it spurt out red until you finally bleed out, dead and gone, there’s a bang instead as two palms land flat on the floor on either side of your head.

Joined by a muffled voice, “Are yah scared yet?”

With your eyes wide open again, you look up at not one mask blocking out the ceiling light but two. And with all the pure alarm savaging your chest, you manage to let out a real horror-movie squeal—unlike a sound you’ve ever made before.

And then, of all things, there’s laughter—no, not laughter—straight cackling.

And—fortunately or unfortunately—you’re quite sure you recognize that sound.

The last one pulls off his mask, and you really can’t believe it—pretty porcelain face squished in amusement with tears of joy in the corner of his insufferable blue eyes.

That fucking bitch.

“You should have seen your face!” he chortles—downright heaves. But for all his handsome features, he truly must be the ugliest laugher there is. Or maybe it’s just that the bastard always laughs at your expense, and after one too many times, it’s left a bad taste in your mouth.

Still, you sigh, eyes closed in relief, “I hate you, ‘Toru. You took it way too far, you ass.”

“No, no, Satoru, help~” he ignores you and mocks in a high-pitched moan, showing not a sign of remorse—holding his hand over his stomach as he falls to the floor, struggling to leave room for breath between hooting and howling.

Your eyes go to the original perpetrator. “And you? You proud or what?”

The wearer pulls off its mask and is revealed to be none other than Satoru’s best friend—Geto.

Honestly, you should have fucking known...

“Sorry, hehe…”

You’re upset—you make that clear with your pout, giving him your best guilt-tripping look from where you rest beneath him.

But still, within, your heart eases at the sight of his kind face and that apologetic smile across it—ever thankful to see him and not the cold-blooded murderer you were convinced was going to kill you only a moment ago—even when pinned beneath him in a position that should be making Satoru jealous.

But your boyfriend couldn’t care less, it seems—too busy rolling on the floor and laughing out loud quite literally, even banging his fist against the wood. Prick.

“I’m gonna throw up–” you say as the nerves finally settle. “And when I’m done, I’m gonna kill you. Both of you.”

Geto seems to think that’s fair, still with that sheepish smile on his face, but Satoru is quick to interject—laughing fit over as he shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. You said if I manage to scare you once this Halloween, I’d get whatever I want.”

You swear he can be such a child sometimes.

Oh, who are you kidding? He’s always a child. It’s only surprising he’s managed to rope Geto into all this—a guy who’s usually so mature.

“I don’t remember saying that…” you sigh, laying the back of your hand atop your forehead, still calming your breaths and the pounding in your head—your body not yet caught up to the fact that it’s trepidation over impending death was all just some silly joke played on you by two idiots.

You can’t believe him—you can’t believe either of them.

“Fucking shit, Geto—I thought I was gonna die.”

He still hasn’t gotten off you—the look of worry on his face tells you he’s probably just wanting to stay close to make you feel safe. You appreciate it, though it’s a little awkward lying beneath him like this—it’s not exactly a position you share with just anyone…

“Honestly, I didn’t think it would work,” he says—eyes slim like always, in that charming way. “I always thought you were smarter than to fall for something this stupid.”

You pull a frown at that—taking it all back. He’s as childish and dumb as Satoru is. He’s just better at hiding it. 

“Oh, shut up—as if you wouldn’t scream if someone chased you down with a knife,” you grumble. “Now get off, you prick.”

You begin to lift yourself onto your elbows, yet despite the clear intention of getting up, Geto doesn’t budge to make it happen.

No, instead, he leans further in—fine-kempt raven hair slipping off his shoulders, falling with the same grace as a veil.

“I was told there’d be a prize for the one that got you to crack, and seeing as I’m the one that made that happen—I want it.”

You have to blink—blanched at the sudden demand.

Satoru, as well, a little stunned—looks wide-eyed at the two of you, upside down where he lies flat on his back, long limbs stretched out like a starfish.

“You what now?” both of you ask in unison.

Geto chuckles before repeating, “My prize. I want it. It’s only fair,” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Satoru rolls over onto his stomach to view you both the right way, pursing his lips in thought. “Hmm…” Hand on his chin as if it’s really something to deliberate when the dumbass very well knows what the two of you had bet on and how it very much isn’t a reward you can give to just anyone.

Yet, despite that. “Okay,” he agrees—as if it’s even up to him.

“Hold on now, wait a minute.” You intervene in the almost business-esque dealing they’d somehow held without you. "Not happening.”

“Why not?” they both ask, looking at you. 

And you can’t keep from gaping. The nerve.

Spluttering as you explain, “Because it’s—well, because it was a bet between me and my dumbass boyfriend, and it was very clear what the prize was gonna be, come winner or loser—so, sorry to break it to you, but there is no prize.”

But that doesn’t seem to deter Geto. “Oh, I think there is…” he all but purrs as he leans down further.

“Satoru already agreed. And you’re already on your back beneath me.”

His smile isn’t all so friendly anymore, and still… you can’t help but blush being caught beneath it, holding your breath with fear a little different from the one before but no different in how it makes your heart pound.

“So, if neither of you mind…" he grins slyly. "I think I’ll just take it.” 

♡ GOJO SATORU masterlist ♡ GETO SUGURU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[fattystoriez]

Preston’s 18th Birthday Pt.2

Content Warning: Homophobic Slurs, Forced Weight Gain

The truck pulled into the driveway of the house Preston once called home. The suburban front lawn, perfectly trimmed and pristine, was a far cry from the trailer park slum they had just left. But something inside Preston had changed—he didn’t see this place the same way anymore. It felt sterile, clean to the point of being suffocating. He couldn’t wait to see how his daddies would look rolling around in filth.

“Alright, boy. Time to split up,” Travis rumbled as he killed the engine. His deep Southern drawl oozed with pride as he smacked Preston’s fat jiggly belly. "I’ll take care of one faggot, you take the other.”

Preston nodded as they exited the truck, his bloated body spilling out of his too-tight gym shorts and stained t-shirt. His skin glistened with sweat from the short walk to the house, but he didn’t care—he liked the feeling now. The stench of Travis’s trailer was all over him, a rancid musk that filled his nostrils and made his fat cock throb in his soaked briefs. He knew it would only get worse from here.

He waddled inside, his gut leading the way, leaving Travis to deal with one of his dads in the living room. Preston had his sights set on Vince, his adoptive father, who was always in the kitchen around this time. Preston’s belly jiggled with every step, the weight of his transformation settling into his bones like it had always been there. The trailer park had changed him, but the change wasn't done.

He pushed open the kitchen door to see Vince standing by the counter, tapping on his phone. The sight of his dad made Preston’s stomach growl, not from hunger, but from the anticipation of what was about to happen. Vince looked pristine, dressed in his usual light blue suit and pink button-down, looking like he was ready to entertain guests. His soft jawline and graying hair gave him an air of sophistication, the kind of gay dad who thrived on dinner parties and keeping up appearances.

But Vince didn’t know what was coming for him.

“Preston?! Oh my God… Preston, what happened to you? We need to get you to a hospital—”

Before Vince could finish the thought, his phone was ripped from his hand, and Preston slammed it down on the counter. “No need for that, Daddy Vince,” Preston growled, his voice thick with the same Southern drawl as Travis. “I’m feelin’ better than ever.”

The musk rolling off Preston’s body hit Vince like a brick wall. It was vile, a disgusting stench that made his eyes water and his stomach churn. But something about it was… intoxicating. Vince’s hand trembled as he tried to reach for the phone again, but Preston was quicker, his fat fingers gripping the back of Vince’s neck and pushing him toward the counter.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere, Daddy,” Preston whispered into Vince’s ear. “You’re gonna join me… just like I did with Travis.”

Vince struggled, but his body felt weak against Preston’s growing strength. His mind was hazy from the overpowering stink his son was giving off. His eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of it all. Preston had been a jock—a fit, handsome boy with the world at his feet. And now… now he was this bloated, slobbering pig.

Preston’s hand reached for the tray of cupcakes that were meant for his birthday party, the colorful frosting catching Vince’s eye for just a second before Preston shoved one into his mouth.

“Mmmph!” Vince tried to protest, but Preston’s grip was too strong. The cupcake forced its way down his throat, the sugary sweetness filling his mouth. He couldn’t stop chewing, even though his mind screamed at him to fight back.

“That’s it, Daddy… eat up,” Preston said with a cruel grin, his fat fingers grabbing another cupcake and shoving it into Vince’s mouth. “Time for you to join the family tradition.”

As Vince choked down the cupcakes, something started to shift. His body betrayed him as his flat stomach began to bloat, the buttons on his pink shirt straining under the sudden pressure. His smooth skin rippled as fat began to accumulate, his once slightly defined chest turning into sagging moobs that jiggled with every forced bite.

“N-No… Preston, stop… I don’t—” Vince’s voice was barely a whimper as another cupcake was shoved into his mouth.

Preston was relentless, forcing more and more cupcakes down his adoptive father’s throat. Vince’s belly swelled, his love handles spilling over the waistband of his suit pants. His soft jawline puffed up, turning into a thick double chin that wobbled with every chew. His perfectly tailored pants ripped at the seams as his ass grew into a sagging mound of fat, jiggling obscenely as he tried to squirm away from his son’s grip.

“Look at you, Daddy Vince,” Preston taunted, ripping off his dad’s suit jacket and throwing it to the floor. “You’re becoming just like me. A fat, stinkin’ slob.”

The buttons on Vince’s pink shirt finally gave way, popping off and flying across the kitchen as his swollen belly pushed forward. His gut was huge now, soft and jiggling with every movement. His bulge, once noticeable in his tight pants, had shrunk into a pathetic nub, barely a bump under the layers of fat that had taken over his body.

Vince’s mind was slipping. The more Preston force-fed him, the harder it was to think. His once clear mind was clouded by the overpowering stench of his son’s musk, and the sensation of his body swelling with fat. He could feel himself changing—his mind dulling, his desires shifting. He didn’t want to fight anymore.

“F-Fuck…” Vince muttered, his voice barely a slurred whisper as he leaned back against the counter, his now enormous belly resting on his thighs. “I… I feel so… disgusting…”

Preston grinned, grabbing one last cupcake and shoving it into Vince’s mouth. “That’s the point, Daddy. You’re one of us now.”

Vince moaned, his fat body trembling as he finished the cupcake, crumbs falling into the deep creases of his belly. His once clean and pristine self was gone, replaced by a bloated, stinking slob. His body was covered in sweat, the smell of his own filth mixing with Preston’s musk.

Preston stood back, admiring his handiwork. Vince was unrecognizable, a far cry from the polished, sophisticated man he’d once been. Now, he was just another fat, greasy pig.

“Welcome to the family, Daddy,” Preston said with a sneer. “My real daddy is taking care of Daddy Brent."

Travis lumbered up the stairs, each step creaking under his massive weight. The air of sophistication and cleanliness of the house made his skin crawl. It was far too pristine, too perfect—nothing like the life he and Preston were now embracing. The putrid stench of his own body clung to him, a walking reminder of the filth he reveled in, and he couldn’t wait to share it with Brent, Preston’s other adoptive father.

He reached the top of the stairs and paused, catching sight of the bedroom door left slightly ajar. From inside, he could hear the sound of music softly playing, and the faint scent of cologne wafted into the hallway. Travis grinned—this was going to be fun.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his massive bulk filling the space as his eyes landed on Brent. The man was standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal his muscular, hairy chest. Brent was the polar opposite of Vince—where Vince was soft and well-dressed, Brent was a picture of rugged masculinity, with his bald head, thick beard, and toned body.

Brent turned around, startled by the intrusion. His sharp jawline tensed as he took in the sight of the hulking, sweaty man who had just entered his room.

“Who the hell are you?” Brent demanded, his voice firm, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He didn’t recognize the grotesque man standing before him, but something about him seemed eerily familiar. Before Brent could press further, Travis let out a loud, wet fart that echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

The stench was instantaneous, a vile cloud of filth that filled the air and overwhelmed Brent’s senses. His eyes watered, and he gagged, stumbling back onto the bed in shock.

“Jesus Christ… what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Brent gasped, his hands going to his nose as if that could block out the rancid smell. But it was no use. The stench clung to everything, and the room felt like it was closing in on him.

Travis chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made Brent’s skin crawl. “You’re ‘bout to find out, boy,” he said, stepping closer to the bed. “This is what happens when you’re part of our family.”

Brent’s head was spinning, the overwhelming odor and the dizzying sense of something being terribly wrong gnawing at him. His muscular chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath, but his strength was fading. It was like the air itself was thick with poison, draining him of his will to resist.

Travis loomed over Brent, placing his massive, sweaty hands on the man’s broad shoulders. “Relax, big guy,” he growled, his voice dripping with smugness. “You’re gonna love this.”

Brent tried to pull away, but his body wasn’t responding the way it should. The dizziness was growing worse, and the feel of Travis’s hands on his skin made his body tingle with an odd sensation he couldn’t shake. Travis began massaging Brent’s shoulders, kneading the muscles with an unexpected gentleness, though the stink radiating off him never let up.

With every movement of Travis’s hands, Brent could feel his body changing. The definition in his abs, which he had worked so hard to maintain, began to soften, the firm ridges giving way to a layer of fat that bloated his once-toned stomach. His hairy chest, which had been one of his proudest features, began to sag, the muscles turning into soft, jiggling moobs that rested heavily against his torso.

“W-What… the fuck…?” Brent groaned, his voice trembling as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. His sharp, bearded jawline began to blur, fat accumulating around his face until a thick double chin formed beneath his once-chiseled features. His designer button-down strained against the rapid expansion of his body, the fabric pulling tight as his belly swelled, and his love handles spilled over the sides of his pants.

“Just relax,” Travis grunted, his hands now moving lower, massaging Brent’s sides as his love handles plumped up even further. “You’re turnin’ into the pig you were always meant to be.”

Brent’s mind was a fog of confusion and disgust, but the worst part was… he couldn’t fight it. The smell, the sensation, the sheer wrongness of it all was drowning out his ability to think clearly. His bulge, once noticeable and proud in his black dress pants, was shrinking into a pathetic nub, barely discernible beneath the growing mass of his fat gut.

The buttons on Brent’s designer shirt began to pop off one by one, unable to contain the rapidly expanding girth of his belly. His chest hair, which had once been thick and masculine, now looked out of place on his sagging moobs, the flesh jiggling with every slight movement. His dress pants ripped at the seams, the fabric tearing open to reveal his hairy, flabby thighs and sagging ass, which now jutted out like a mound of jello.

Travis grinned, stepping back to admire his handiwork as Brent collapsed onto the bed, his massive body too heavy to support anymore. “Look at you, boy,” Travis sneered. “You’re nothin’ but a fat, filthy pig now.”

Brent’s mind was slipping, his thoughts clouded by the stench and the rapid transformation his body had undergone. He could feel the sweat pouring down his face, his body bloated and disgusting, but… there was a part of him that didn’t care anymore. The stink that had once made him gag was now… familiar. Comforting, even.

Travis leaned down, his face inches from Brent’s, and let out another rancid fart, the sound echoing in the now-filthy bedroom. Brent barely flinched this time, his glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling as the room filled with the foul odor.

“You’re one of us now,” Travis said, his voice low and commanding. “A fat, stinkin’ slob, just like Preston. Just like me.”

Brent moaned, the last of his resistance crumbling as his body gave in to the transformation completely. His designer clothes lay in tatters around him, his once-muscular frame now nothing more than a massive, jiggling mound of fat. The sharp features that had once made him so handsome were gone, replaced by rolls of flesh and a slack, dumb expression.

“Get used to it, boy,” Travis growled, patting Brent’s bloated belly with a satisfied smirk. “You’re gonna be livin’ in filth from now on.”

Brent barely registered the words, his mind too far gone to process what had just happened. All he knew was that the life he had once known was over, and there was no going back.

Travis stood up, leaving Brent to wallow in his own filth as he headed back downstairs to check on Preston and Vince. The family was finally complete.

The living room felt different now, it was heavy, thick with the smell of sweat, musk, and filth. Travis stood at the center of it all, his massive arms crossed over his bloated gut, grinning with pride as he surveyed his handiwork. His family was complete, and there was nothing left of the pristine life that Preston’s adoptive dads had once known.

Brent waddled down the stairs first, his designer shirt now nothing more than a few tattered pieces of fabric clinging to his flabby frame. His chest sagged, hairy moobs jiggling with every step, and his once sharp jawline had completely dissolved into a thick, quivering double chin. His eyes were glazed over, a dull look of submission and satisfaction etched across his face as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room.

Vince shuffled out of the kitchen soon after, his light blue suit bursting at the seams. His fat belly hung over the waistband of what was left of his pants, and his pink shirt had burst open, leaving his chest and stomach fully exposed. His hairy skin glistened with sweat, his body now a mountain of fat that jiggled and wobbled with every clumsy movement he made. Vince’s face was slack, his double chin wobbling as he took in the sight of his new family with a dumb, contented grin.

Preston stood between his two dads, looking like a grotesque reflection of the man he had once been. His athletic build was gone, replaced by an even larger belly than his fathers’, sagging moobs, and thick love handles that spilled out of his overstretched clothes. His eyes sparkled with a newfound joy—he had embraced his transformation, and there was no turning back. The remnants of his old life were buried under layers of fat and the overwhelming stink of their new existence.

“Look at you boys,” Travis growled, watching as his creation unfolded before him. “All fat, stinkin’ pigs, just like me. Ain’t no goin’ back now.”

Vince’s once smooth jawline was now buried under layers of fat, his double chin quivering as he leaned in to press his face against Brent’s hairy moobs. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his husband’s sweat filling his nostrils and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Brent, in turn, let out a low, guttural moan as he squeezed Vince’s bloated love handles, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Travis grunted, stepping forward to join his new family. He reached out, grabbing a handful of Preston’s fat ass, the flesh jiggling beneath his grip. “This is what you were always meant to be, boy. You and your daddies.”

Preston let out a shuddering moan as his dad’s words sank in. He felt complete, whole in a way he had never known before. His fat body was his new reality, and the stench that clung to him, the sweat that dripped down his rolls of flesh it was all part of the life he was meant to live.

Travis stepped back, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold before him. His family was finally complete, each one of them a bloated, stinking reflection of himself. He had turned them all into ignorant, rancid, obese, gainer pigs. And he couldn’t be more proud.

Preston, Brent, and Vince continued to grope and explore each other’s bodies, their hands sinking into the rolls of fat that now defined them. They were lost in their own world of filth and pleasure, their minds fully given over to the transformation. The remnants of their old lives had faded away, replaced by the primal, piggish existence they now embraced.

The sound of their moans and grunts filled the room as the family of slobs reveled in their new life.

[amorre1989]

new years day

pairing: Spencer Reid; reader

word count: 2,7k

story: cleaning up the mess with Spence after new years day party

Did we host the best New Year's Eve party of the year? yes. Do we have to clean up the mess in his apartment now? also yes.

As I was saying goodbye to all of my girl friends I saw a glimpse of glitter on the floor that was thrown to the air during the party, they were carrying their shoes from the pain of trying to keep them on their feet all night.

I turned around and saw my beautiful boyfriend, Spencer, dressed with a black blazer that was now off and he was wearing a plain black buttoned shirt. He was picking up everything he could find and throwing it inside a big garbage bag.

I walk towards him after I lock the door and hug him from behind. "you can leave it there, I'll clean it tomorrow" I say, a little aphonic from all the yelling and talking I did.

"it's gonna be tiring to do it tomorrow" he says, visibly exhausted, I think it wasn't a good idea to host at his place, but he insisted.

"I promise I'll clean up tomorrow" I say as I kiss his shoulder getting on my tip toes to accomplish that action.

He sighs and leaves the bag, he turns around and wraps his arms around my waist, sometimes in my mind I compare that feeling to wearing a corset, he's got such a strong grip he has left more than once a little reddish on my skin.

He holds both sides of my head and kisses me, so soft, so warm, so Spence.

"did you have fun?" I ask. He limits himself to smile and nod. I hug him and stroke his back.

"let's go to bed baby" he says aphonic as well, it was the first time I saw Spence having fun, really having fun. It was a weird combination of guests, his coworkers, my coworkers, my friends, their boyfriends, and some other plus one's. The entire building was having different parties at each apartment, so no one complained.

"do you think tomorrow Ms Johnson will gossip to you about how bad and little she slept?" he asks. I laugh "she definitely will, we have a bond, but I won't confess we were part of the problem...I'll say we went to my parents house, so...be my alibi"

"I'll always be your alibi baby" he says against my lips. "what the hell did you drink? you stink" he says smiling against my lips. I laugh, a bit offended.

"everything you drank!"

"oh no, you drank more than me, I only ate" he says

"no you did not, you liar" I accuse offended.

He laughs and says "yes I did! every time I turned around with chips on my hands you were drinking! once I saw you drink straight from a bottle!". You blush and smile "mh.. weird, I don't remember that" you say as you leave.

He laughs and kicks the garbage bag so you don't trip with it in the morning. He follows you to the bathroom where you're taking your makeup off.

"did you see there's people using beef to moisturize their faces?" you ask while creating bubbles in your face.

"we have some in the fridge if you wanna try" he says smiling, now aware of how you're not gonna do that.

"yuck". He smiles and strokes your lower back.

"this is a nice dress" he says while feeling the texture of the beads and little stones on your dress. He lowers his hand and strokes your butt. You smile. He pats your butt and leaves.

When you finish washing your face you go to his- your bedroom (he has corrected you many times) and try to take off the dress, mission you fail successfully. "help" you say still trying to reach the closing. He gets up from the bed and stands behind you, he holds the closing and starts to lower it, you can feel his breathing. Drunk and horny, that's a new one. He holds your waist and presses you closer to him, he kisses your now bare shoulder and pushes the straps down your arms, feeling your skin, you feeling his hands and his growing bulge, he bites your shoulder and you smile.

"it's a hot night, I think we should sleep naked" you hear he says, very blunt Mr Reid.

"is it? or is it just an excuse to be quicker in the morning" you ask, laughing.

"tomorrow we'll be so sore we won't even be able to pull our clothes off" he says. He turns you around so you're standing face to face and starts to take your dress off and your lingerie starts to be visible to his sight. He laughs "blue and pink?", you smile "what does it stand up for? barbie?" he says smiling.

"no, pink to attract sweetness and love, and blue for focusing on the new projects" you say, very serious.

"what do you need pink for? you have me." he says squinting his eyebrows.

"well for that, to keep that love"

He smiles and kisses you. His hand strokes your lower back. "let's go to bed" he whispers.

After you put on your designated shorts and shirt you get inside the bed, as soon as you cover yourself with the blankets he pulls you closer and rests his chin on your shoulder. Obviously you're the little spoon (which sometimes switches, cause he's a little baby).

"happy new year baby, I'm glad...I'm so happy that we're starting it like this" he says with his voice calm and low as he kisses your temple. You were about to reply when you felt his soft snoring hitting your ears, you laughed and rested your head on the pillow "I am too baby" you whispered and fell asleep.

honestly I imagined it more with Matthew in his new years day party outfit. Son of a bitch, he looked gorgeous, he has me dripping foam from my mouth.

[humiliatemeplesse]

Ya I had to have you over to see this man. This faggot's been coming over here a few times a week now, he massages and sniffs my sweaty socked feet, can you fucking believe that? LOL I was walking home from dinner one night and I walked by that fag bar on South Street and it was out front drunk and told me I was hot when I walked by it. I stopped to punch it in its fucking fag face and then it said it'd pay me to go in the alley and sniff my socks. I was like, what the fuck but it was serious. He said twenty five bucks for fifteen minutes and I said fifty and the asshole agreed! LOL So it pays me the fifty up front and we go in the alley and it lays on the filthy cement and asks me to take off my shoes and step on its face. I'm like, I can't fucking believe this! So fifteen minutes later I'm like, your time is up faggot and I start putting on my shoes to go, I was gonna give it a good kick in the face before I left, then it asked me if it could do it again sometime. I couldn't believe the balls on this fag! Another guy might have killed it by this point. I thought about it for a second and I said sure faggot, but you're gonna have to pay me every time. It said oh yes please and was fucking drooling and desperate and thanked me blah blah blah. It was pathetic and hilarious at the same time. Anyway I made a proposal for it. It comes here once a week and cleans my entire house and pays one hundred dollars and it gets to sniff my stinking socked feet after that. It was fucking thrilled and said yes so it started coming over once a week. Now it's so fucking desperate to sniff my socks it comes over two or three times a week. One hundred dollars each time. Cleans the whole place one time and straightens up everything the other two times. I sit back and relax with a beer and get my house cleaned and then watch the game and make one hundred bucks just for letting this fag sniff my stinking socks! LOL Fucking pervert, it's hilarious. Easy way to make extra money too. So I thought I'd have you over and let you know and see if you wanted it to pay you too to sniff your socks. Easy money bro! Hahaha! And we'll have a great time laughing at it too. You in? Fuck ya, great! faggot, go get that extra hundred bucks and give it to my friend, you got two pairs of sweaty socks to sniff now! Fucking fucked up freaked out perv faggots man! LOL!

[thebiggestlovergirlever]

Could you do a separate jealous!hashira (all the male ones) x wife!reader.

I’ll use sanemi as an example… Reader is sparingg with say Tengan and gets pinned underneath him Sanemi sees and gets super jealous and pissed off and is all like what the hell do you think you’re doing with my wife. I hope that makes sense, but with all of the male hashira if possible please, or just the ones you like!

Thank you :)

OMG this idea is so stinking cuteee, I luv🩵🩵🩵. The only male hashira I won’t be writing in this is Muichiro and that just cause I personally would feel uncomfortable seeing as he’s much younger than me.Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it XD!—so it’s been a minute since my last post lolol sorry I got stressed and caught up with work I’m hopefully gonna pop out some more lil fan fictions (prolly other animes) soon so keep and eye out for thattt🩵🩵

Gyomei-

See how you were married to a literal giant other men didn’t really approach you, due to Gyomei’s intimidating demeanor. That doesn’t mean you weren’t approached at all, some men were cocky enough to ignore your husband and shoot their shots at getting with you. As you and Gyomei were walking around a market to buy ingredients for a recipe you wanted to make for your guys third year wedding anniversary a stranger met your eyes. You gave him a polite smile and walked to a booth for spices, Gyomei had walked over the the butchers booth to pick up pork, the strange man saw that as his chance to approach. “Hey where do your guard dog go?” He asked with a menacing grin, “Uhh. Oh my husband? He’s right over there” you say pointing at your mountain of a man. Ignoring your obvious disinterest the man grabs your waist and puts his face next to your ear and whispers “I could make you forget your husband,” you keep a calm composure while trying to escape the man’s grasp “please let me go, I’m happily married,” you mutter feeling embarrassed and ashamed that you couldn’t fight back. The man’s smile dropped when he heard a deep voice behind him “I think she told you to get off. Now remove your hands off my wife.” As the man’s grip loosened you ripped your body away and stood next to Gyomei. He gently grabs your hand, glares at the man sternly, and walks off while asking if he hurt you. Once you two got far enough from the market you stop walking and apologize “I’m sorry I couldn’t get rid of him, I tired but he wouldn’t leave me alone.” The anger melts off his face “Oh love, I’m not mad at you at all, I’m mad at him. I feel horrible you had to go through that, don’t ever think that I’m mad at you, I love you my dear.” And with that he kisses you cheek and carries you home bridal style.

Tengen-

Tengen was out on a mission and would be getting back soon, typically you would hangout with your fellow wife’s but they were all out on a mission together. You had no idea what time Tengen would be back today so you went out to train, when you finished your workout a few hours later and began to walk home you ran into Tomioka “Oh hello Tomioka! What are you doing this evening?” You ask with a smile, he gazes at you for a second before responding quietly “I was going to make tea and mochi. You stood there for a second feeling more lonely than ever “Would you like to come to my estate and join me for tea?” Tomioka responded by nodding quickly and following you to your home. After a bit of tea and snacks you and Tomioka were chatting about recipes and your shared dislike for Sanemi’s anger issues he could yell at me all day long till you heard the door slam open as Tengen runs over to scoop you up in a protective hug. He stops in his tracks holding you above the ground, with a glare rested on his face, “What on EARTH. Are you doing in my house with my wife Tomioka?” He sneered out, Tomioka simply gets up and leaves, feeling Usui’s hateful stare. He finally sets you down and looks around “So, why was he in our house? With you? Alone?” He asks, clearly annoyed “Uzui Tengen! He just came over for tea, you were incredibly rude to him for nothing. You know he likes to chat with me occasionally.” You snap out with a stern expression. Your husband hangs his head in defeat “Uzui if you don’t go apologize to him right now, you will be in so much trouble, but not only with me but also with Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru,” you commanded while tapping your foot on the ground “Ok my dear, I will go apologize in a minute,” he says as he leans down to kiss you “I missed you” he smiles “I missed you too love, now go apologize.”

Rengoku-

Typically Rengoku is very level headed when it comes to men coming on to you, but his close friend? Oh heck’s no he was pissed. You were over at Tengens to hangout with his wife’s while Rengoku and Tengen trained together, as they walked into the kitchen with you all Tengen looks at you and turns to Rengoku “You got lucky with this one, I should make her my fourth wife,” he smirks. Rengoku tries to keep his composure spitting out “Uh nope she’s married to me, she’s all mine.” Uzui enjoyed seeing rengoku bother and decided to tease him a bit more, he moves close to you and grabs you chin and says “Choose girly, be my fourth wife or stay with flame boy over here” as he points at Rengoku you can see his already fake smile drop. He stomps over and shoves Tengens shoulder “hey back off. Y/N is my wife and you already have three so back off. We are leavening right now.” With that he takes you by the hand and speed walks right back home. He doesn’t let you out of his grasp for the rest of the night, your nightly shower? He joined you, sitting on the couch? His head was rested on your thighs, at night? He holds you close to his chest, legs entangled while he rests sleepy kisses on your head periodically till he drifts to sleep.

Sanemi-

Sanemi was a good husband, but a busy one too. You wanted to train a bit but he was out already so you went to your next best option. Rengoku was happy to train with you, as you began to run out of energy he pinned you ending the spar. Unfortunately this happened to be when Sanemi came back from his run “HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOONG WITH MY WIFE KYOJURO?” He yelled rengoku quickly gets off you and your head whips to where Sanemi is, watching as he bounds forward. He snatches you up and practically sprints home, “Darling would you slow down?” You pant out tired from trying to keep up with him he ignores your pleas and keeps running while you give up and decide to walk and meet him later. Once you finally make it home you find your angry husband, “have a nice run?” You asked sarcastically he sighs loudly and looks at you, face red and puffy, “were you crying?” Your sarcasm dissolves as you quickly move over. Grabbing his face you press quick kisses all over his face “What’s wrong?” He holds you tightly “Why didn’t you go home with Kyojuro? I was clearly interrupting you two,” your heart sinks as you whisper “oh darling we were just training don’t worry, I love you and only you,” You say as you go in for a kiss

Obanai-

Obanai was perched in his tree watching you go around a chat with the other Hashira, you were planning on how you were gonna tell Iguro about your pregnancy with Gyomei. As Obanai is watching you feel sees Gyomei put both hands on you stomach and can feel the blue growing in the back of his throat, he hops down from his tree and swats at Gyomeis massive hands. “Get you hands off of my wife!” He snaps, you giggle a little as you watch your short husband get snarky with a much older and taller man “Love calm down he didn’t mean anything by it,” you laugh out loud. “Why was he even touching you? Especially your stomach that’s weird!” He whisper yells while watching Gyomei walk off “Obi that’s cause I’m pregnant,” he slowly turns around and looks you up and down “Your what?” He asks shock written on his face even though you can only see the top half of it. You giggle as he picks you up and spins you around and kisses you.

Giyuu-

Tomioka had been very distant lately skipping your nightly dinners and ignoring your requests to spar together. He was clearly upset about something but would never tell you what happened, you ended up having to spar with Rengoku because of Giyuu’s unusual coldness towards you. You were in the middle of fighting as Tomioka walks in and stared blankly, as you both stop and stare back he turns around and leaves, slamming the door shut. You excuse yourself quickly and chase after him yelling “ TOMIOKA! What’s wrong? Talk to me!” For once he talks back snapping out “what’s wrong? Oh maybe my WIFE spending more time with an orange peel than me,” you stare at him blankly processing what he says. “A orange peel?” You let out a giggle “are you jealous?” His face grows a shade of pink comparable to bubble gum, “you have nothing to be jealous over I love you and only you”

[paradubolical]

it's that time again

here's how to make alcohol at home

recipe under the cut. it's long. I warned you.

FOREWARD:

I do not endorse regular substance abuse or at-home distillation without proper training. Don’t hit your kids. Don’t blow up your house. It’s okay to eat shit and die, like, once every three months, not every two weeks, not every weekend. If you’re doing that, there’s not much I can do to help or give in way of advice. But this recipe is not for you. And you should reconsider some stuff if you haven’t already.

That being said.

The following is my personal method for brewing beer, mead, wine, etc. I have utilized this method many times and it has worked wonderfully. I have achieved up to 15% proof. This means that the substance you create should be perfectly drinkable and safe if you follow the instructions and use your head. HOWEVER. You should be prepared to read this whole document before making anything. There are warnings and safety precautions you need to take, and I don’t want anyone to get botulism of some shit because of a shoddy recipe that doesn’t explain absolutely everything.

I also do not encourage the practice of distillation at home. This is not because it is illegal. For those unaware, distillation is the semi-complicated process of heating alcohol to produce hard liquors. While it may sound fun to make Smirnoff from home, there is a reason we do not. Alcohol is extremely flammable. You will set yourself or your valuables on fire.

Ingredients:

1 Packet ActiveDry Yeast

1 Cup Sugar or 1 Cup Sugar Equivalent*

⅔ Gallon Water

Supplies:

1 Gallon Container

1 Suitable Cork or Lid**

3-4 Ballons, Latex Gloves, or even condoms will do honestly***

IMPORTANT:

You must have a space prepared ahead of time to store the JFCB while it brews. Remember. It will stink like hell. Anyone who smells it will know it’s alcohol. Use your noggin okay

NOTES:

*

In simple terms, alcohol is created when yeast eats sugar. You can use pretty much anything sugary. Don’t use chocolate unless you want to die.

I like to use those strawberry-flavored grandma hard candies. The stuff they make is super fucking strong and tastes like god himself descended from the heavens to kick your ass. It makes what I like to call the JFCB. It’s high-proof enough to burn your throat. So, you know, try to moderate.

**

You need something to seal the container with once you’re done. Pick wisely.

***

It’s gotta be something that can form a seal around the lip of the container, but also expand like a balloon. These are some of the things I’ve found work best.

INSTRUCTIONS:

Creating the Base

Take your 1-Gallon Container and fill it with half the packet of ActiveDry yeast. You don’t need all of it. Trust me on this one.

Pour in your 1 Cup Sugar or Equivalent.

Pour in the ⅔ Gallon of Water.

Either whisk or mix vigorously. When it starts foaming, you’re done.

Stage 1

Put the Balloon/Latex/Condom over the lip of the container. Make sure it’s secure and extremely tight, but there’s plenty of room for air to fill.

Find your designated Place to Put It. This should be somewhere nobody’s gonna smell it, and also somewhere nobody’s gonna go for the next three odd months.

Set your shit down.

Wait 2-3 weeks.

Stage 2

After 2-3 weeks, the alcohol should stop emitting gas. At this point, it’s safe to cork. Don’t do it beforehand or the container will explode.

I like to put some hot glue or wax over the lip just to make sure it’s sealed extra well. I sometimes put tinfoil too. It doesn’t actually help anything, just looks fancy.

Find somewhere nice to store it. Make sure it’s right side up. Odds are you sealed it pretty poorly if it’s your first time, and you’re gonna be in deep shit if it starts to smell.

If it does, that means you corked it too early. Move it back to your Place to Put It for like a month. Recork it after that time’s up. It might be difficult, but you’re smart. You can do it. It should be good to go after that.

And there you have it. A nice bottle of…. Something?

Enjoy. Or just leave it to sit.

FAQ:

Q: I’m worried about getting botulism from this shit. Is it really safe?

A: Usually, people don’t get botulism. My rule of thumb is that if it smells like shit you should really just throw it away. If you’re really worried, I’d also recommend throwing it away. The paranoia’s not worth it.

Q: I’m a minor. Should I try this at home?

A: Probably not. I’m a minor too, so fuck’s to say what my opinion’s worth.

Q: I want to try vodka/scotch/whiskey. What should I do?

A: You should just not. Or buy it at the store. I don’t know man i’m not the all-seeing eye

Q: I’ve heard you need an airlock for this. Do you need an airlock for this?

A: Absolutely fucking not. They are feeding you airlock propaganda. You don’t need an airlock.

[turcott3]

all star break

john marino x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, pet names, oral male receiving, unprotected sex, and ofc fluff

masterlist

-

you laid out on the beach all day with your fellow girlfriends while all of the boys played out in the water like kids.

“nate really forgot sunscreen again, look at him.” nate’s girlfriend speaks up.

“he is looking redder than a tomato.” you laugh anxiously, not recalling john putting any on either. after a few more hours of laying out in the sun, you pack everything up and head back to the house, the walk being as humbling as it could be.

“baby you looked so good in your bikini.” john says tickling your sides as he shuts your bedroom door.

“and you need to wear sunscreen mister. you’re gonna look like nate by tomorrow if you don’t. no more of that ‘i don’t need it’s bullshit.” you say shoving his hands away from you as you laugh.

“i did put some on, i guess i just didn’t do a very good job of applying it.” he sighs.

“or reapplying.” you say and he laughs.

“listen i want to date a man not a fucking tomato.” you giggle as he tackles you onto the bed, peppering kisses all over your face with his hands placed firmly on your sides.

“baby stop, we’re gonna get sand in the bed.” you laugh, truthfully not wanting him to stop.

“you’re no fun.” he pouts pulling away, walking towards the bathroom.

“im going to shower.”

“good you stink.” you say and he flips you off. you and john’s relationship was a lot of bullying but a lot more love which was more than you could ever ask for. you laid in bed on your phone until john emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

“how was the shower?” you ask sitting up, your eyes landing on his fit physique.

“it was great, would’ve been better if you came with but you know whatever.” he says digging into his clothes.

“you didn’t invite me so i stayed here.” you reply, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back before he turns around using a hand to guide your lips to his. you tried to deepen the kiss but you were hesitantly denied.

“go shower baby.” he says, his hand still holding your face, his eyes wandering all over your face with love.

“okay.” you say as he kisses you one more time before letting go of you and turning back around.

“john.” you say turning around before entering the bathroom.

“yes?” he says pulling a shirt over his head.

“i love you.”

“i love you too honey.”

“good just had to double check.” you giggle shutting the door to the bathroom behind you.

-

the next morning you woke up bright and early, prepared for another long beach day.

“j, wake up.” you say shaking him, the skin of his shoulders warm to the touch. he groans rolling over to face you.

“you’re burnt my love.” you say running your hand gently over his cheek, brushing your hand through the hair on the side of his head.

“i know, i can feel it.” he groans stretching out before leaning up on his elbow to greet you at your level.

“good morning.” you smile lightly as he leans in to peck your lips before rolling out of bed.

“breakfast?” he asks turning around before exiting the room.

“please.” you reply.

“you got it.” he simply states, walking out of your bedroom for you to get changed. once your next bikini is on under one of the many shirts you’ve stolen from john, you exit the room and enter the kitchen, watching your boyfriend hard at work.

“smells great babe.” you say sitting at the bar.

“good because it’s almost ready.” he smiles cheekily at you, a blush spreading over your face quickly. he plates your food setting it down in front of you before playing his own and sitting down in the seat next to you. you sat eating your breakfast and talking for a while, loving the amount of quality time you were actually able to spend with him, given the season typically doesn’t allow it.

“i think they’ll be ready to go soon, i need to change.” he says setting both of your plates in the sink.

“and put on sunscreen.” you smile reminding him.

“i’ll let you do it, since i don’t do it good enough.” he says in a mocking tone.

“sounds good to me.” you reply as you followed him into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

“these?” he asks holding up a pair of navy trunks littered with tiny watermelons.

“yep.” you reply. without another word he slides him pajama pants off, pulling the swim trunks on right after.

“and done.” he smiles, kissing you on the head in passing to grab the sunscreen.

“here you are madam.” he says, handing you the bottle.

“turn around i’m doing your back first.” you say, opening the bottle and squeezing some onto your hand. carefully, you work the cream into his back, thoroughly coating the red tint near his shoulders.

“have you considered being a masseuse that feels fucking incredible.” he says, his hesd tilting back in pleasure.

“can’t say i have.” you giggle, clearly sensing the tension in the room rise. once you finished working on his back, you asked him to turn around which he did. you look up at his face, his eyes already locked on yours. you squeeze more into your hand, slowly lathering it on his chest, his breath hitching as you worked your way down his abs.

“what’s got you so worked up huh?” you ask, your face inching closer to his. all he does is shake his head in response and you giggle, wiping the excess onto your thighs as you drop carefully to your knees.

“y/n-“

“i’m getting your legs john, chill.” you say, clearly having an ulterior motive. you work carefully rubbing the cream into his legs, allowing your fingers to occasionally find their way under the leg of his trunks, his muscles twitching occasionally.

“is it me or is it hot in here?” you ask, removing your shirt, revealing your newest swimsuit addition to him.

“fuck.” he says as his head falls back.

“what’s the matter baby?” you say standing up, your hands running up his chest.

“you.” he says looking back down, his curls falling onto his forehead.

“awe, i’m sorry.” you smirk, spitting on your hand, sneaking it into his trunks, taking his hard cock into your hand. stroking it slowly, feeling every inch of it in detail.

“fuck y/n.” he says, pulling you by the back of your neck, colliding your lips hastily. you pull away slowly, keeping eye contact as you sink to your knees, pulling the waistband of his trunks down, freeing his dick from constriction. his breath hitches as your mouth makes contact with his tip, your tongue running across his sensitive head. with the help of your hands, you take him all into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. you feel his hand gather your hair to keep it out of the way as you bob your head up and down at a quick pace, eventually removing it with a pop as spit webs from your lips. anxiously, he pulls you up to his level, attaching your lips again not caring that his dick was just deep in your throat.

“john.” you whisper as he directs his attention to the sensitive skin on your neck. his fingers carefully untie the knot on the back of your already strapless top.

“john.” you say again and he backs away looking at you with a questionable expression.

“i want you to fuck me.” you whisper into his ears, sinking from your tiptoes from his ear. it’s like his brain kicks into high gear, picking you up and tossing you on the bed, crawling over you again.

“so gorgeous.” he smiles at you kissing you again. quickly, you remove your bottoms, leaving both of you completely naked now. he positions himself between your legs, running his dripping tip through your folds teasingly.

“john please.”

“relax baby.” he says lowly before pushing himself into you, leaning over reattaching his lips to your neck. his thrusts were hard and deep, sending you spiraling into a moaning mess. your nails dig into the burnt skin on his back as your legs hooked around his hips, digging your heels in like you’re telling him to go faster without words. he picks up his pace rhythmically, going from slow to quick seamlessly. his dick was bigger than any guy you remember fucking in highschool, it practically blew your mind how quickly he could make you reach your edge.

“god you feel so fucking good.” you muster up the words, your hands finding their way to either side of his head that hovered above you, bringing your lips together. you craved his kiss more than you’d ever craved anything in your life.

“shit, i love you.” he says grunting pulling away as he presses down lightly on your lower stomach where it bulged with each of his thrusts, the pressure you felt as he hit your cervix now more escalated.

“john.” you say practically in a whisper.

“what is it baby?”

“i’m gonna come.” you say, practically seeing stars as your wet walls clenched tightly around him.

“come for me y/n.” he replies, you edging closer to your climax each second.

“fuck oh my god.” you say as the knot unravels in your abdomen, sending shockwaves through your body as he coated your walls with his milky climax. he pulls out of you, rolling over to lay on your left side.

“god you’re incredible.” he says, leaning up to kiss you deeply before running to grab a clean towel to wipe the mess he made between your legs. you winced at the contact as your core was swollen and dripping with the mixture of your climax and his.

“shhhhhh you’re okay baby.” he says running a loving hand up and down your thigh, noticing your legs still shaking.

“i don’t think i’ve ever come that much the entire time we’ve been together….. or just ever in general.” you say as he takes his place next to you once again.

“wow i’m hurt.” he says sarcastically.

“bitch that was a compliment.” you laugh smacking his arm.

“i know, i was messing with you. thank you baby.” he says kissing you sweetly.

“shit we’re gonna be late for the beach.” he says checking the clock again and getting out of bed.

“they can go, we can meet them there. i’m not ready yet, come back.” you say and he returns to you, laying his body between your legs and head on your chest. your hands found their way into his beautiful brown curls, scratching his scalp lightly.

“it makes me sad that we can barely have days or nights like these during the season.” you say lowly, only to be answered with a light snore from your boyfriend, a light giggle coming from you in response.

“i love you too johnny.” you sigh, covering the two of you with the comforter.

-

[episodes-ff]

Forevermore

Armando

Taking another swig, I clenched my jaw as the burning Don Julio glided effortlessly down my throat. Staring at the mess around me, I shuffled my feet groggily to go answer the ping of the annoying doorbell. Opening the door for Mike and Marcus, I turned back toward my liquor cabinet ignoring their concerned words as I popped the cap. “Armando! I know you fucking hear me.” Mike spat as I eyed him carelessly. “Why are you here?” “Dee sent us here to make sure you were ok since you weren’t picking up her or Papi’s calls. She was ready to file a missing persons report.” “Oh now she gives a fuck?” I gritted cursing her in Spanish as I trekked to my couch to have a seat. “Look, man, imma give you some privacy and space, but please check in so they know you’re safe.” “Why the fuck should I? I’m a grown man, I can take care of myself.” “I’m just tryna help, don’t be like that.” “I don’t need your fucking help.” “Whatever, we tried, Mike. Just leave his stinking ass alone. You need a damn shower. Fonky ass.” Marcus ranted as Mike sighed signaling for them to exit while I swallowed the brown liquor and silently cried.

**THE DAY BEFORE**

5:35 PM

Just finishing up my paperwork from today’s case, I once again pulled the ring box from my pocket and admired its beauty and color as it related to my woman. Diamonté is just that for me. A woman. Not preoccupied with the trivial bullshit or drama that comes with life. She makes me want to grow for her, be better for her and our son and any future kids. She’s my happiness. I feel whole with her and I hope she’ll complete me further and take this ring. Smiling, I wiped a stray tear before interruptions of a throat clearing woke me from my daze. “Nice ring. You got something you wanna ask me?” Mike smiled as I chuckled at his joke. “I’m gonna ask her to be my wife tonight.” I confirmed causing his immediate smile.

Gesturing for a genuine hug, I got up and met his arms as he laughed and patted my back. Taking a step back to ogle me, he rubbed my shoulder in appreciation as he spoke. “I know we aren’t the closest and we might be new to this father and son relationship, but from the the bottom of my heart I’m really proud of you, Armando. Forreal, man.” Feeling the sting of tears in both our eyes, we shared another warming embrace before he released me to retreat home.

Walking inside her house, I kicked my shoes and walked upstairs to greet mi familia as they playfully danced and laughed. “No, mommy, like this!” Papi chuckled showing her some dance on TikTok that they called tripping out. Watching her struggle to get it, I chuckled making my presence known as AJ ran to me. “Daddy, come come! You have to try this dance!” Setting my bags down, I watched in amusement as he showed me the mysterious dance he so excitedly wanted me to learn. Sticking my arms high as he instructed, I thrusted my hips awkwardly to the beat as she covered her mouth in laughter. “Sí? Like this?” I asked biting my lip and feeling the rhythm. “Maybe next time, papa.” He chuckled moving me away before I picked him up tickling his sides.

9:51 PM

Stepping out of the steaming shower, I wiped off the fogged mirror and took a deep breath as my nervousness increased. Tonight’s the night, Armando, you got this. I coached as I rolled on my deodorant and threw in a few hits of her favorite cologne. Cleaning up my facial hair, I gelled my hair back and put on my chain before heading to the closet to get dressed. Buttoning up my shirt, I fit my suit on before securing the ring to my jacket pocket. Grabbing the car keys, I got in my car and rode back to her house to pick her up. Wish me luck…

Sitting across from her at dinner, I kissed her hand as I took in how delicious she looked tonight. “You look so beautiful, bebita.” I simpered leaning in to steal a kiss from her as she blushed. “Thank you, baby. And thank you so much for this. I really needed it.” “I know, baby, has everything been ok?” “Yes, really wonderful actually.” Smiling, I kissed her once more before we placed our orders for tonight. Sharing in laughter and conversation over our meal, I got more and more nervous as time progressed to the big moment. “Are you ready for dessert, mi corazón?” “Mmmhm, I want a big slice of you.” She purred leaning in to nibble on my neck perfectly basking in our private quarters. “Not just yet, my love. But trust me, I’m more than yours.” I groaned against her lips.

Watching the waitress smile as she set the dessert on the table, I bit my lip as I watched her turn to face the plate as it read ‘Will You Marry Me?’. Looking up in confusion, she covered her mouth in shock as I got up from my seat to kneel in front of her at the table. “Diamonté, you’ve made my world so peaceful and special. Being with you is one of the biggest blessings to my life. I don’t know what I would do without you and Papi and I never want to know a lifetime without you two. I love you more than I can even say but this is the best way I can say it. Will you marry me, baby?” I asked taking hold of her shaking hand as I pulled out the ring. “Oh my god.” She cried as I caressed her cheek. “What do you say?” I waited nervously for her answer. “I-I…” Snatching her hand away, she ran away crying as I slowly stood in disbelief.

11:08 PM

Furrowing my brows, I fought my anger and hurt as I squeezed the box in my hand and contemplated chasing after her. Feeling in my gut that it would be best to do the opposite, I flagged the waitress and paid for our meal before trekking to my car and sitting in silence. Watching her come out from the restaurant in tears, I felt my heart start to soften before remembering prior events and throwing back on my veil of anger. Getting in the car, I pulled off in silence on the way back to her place. “Arma-“ “Don’t.” I spat coldly swerving through traffic to get her home and far as I can away from her. Crying softly to herself, I gripped the wheel as I focused further on the road.

Pulling into her driveway, I reclined into the seat staring out the window as she sniffled. “Will you please just le-“ “Did you even fucking love me, Diamonté? Huh?! Were you truly in love me at all? Or were you just looking for a father to your kid?” I ranted coldly as my blood boiled recalling everything I’ve ever done for her. Gasping, she smacked her full force across my face. Shaking with rage, I watched her grabbed her purse and step out. “I always fucking loved you, Armando, HOW DARE YOU!?! You never even gave me a chance to explain and now paternity is being called into question?! Are you fucking serious right now?! My answer was yes, but looking back maybe it’s right that I didn’t say anything. Go to hell!” She seethed breaking my spirit and ego as she slammed the door causing the window to shatter. Skidding off without a word, I wiped my teary eyes as I felt the gravity of my actions collapsing on me. “FUCK!!!!”

Diamonté

Running into the house, I kicked my shoes off my aching feet as I wept and ran upstairs. Bolting into the bathroom, I emptied the rest of tonight’s horrific dinner into the toilet bowl and continued crying my makeup off. “So much for a fucking surprise!” I cried in agony as I silently thanked God that Mike was watching AJ so he wouldn’t see me this way. Tonight was supposed to be so wonderful and not just for the goddamn proposal. For once I was in a beautiful place in my life with my intelligent little boy, the man I loved, and the news that I was once again carrying his bundle of joy. Now I feel anything but as I continue to throw up and cry wishing I was on the deepest corner of Earth away from him. I had it all planned on how I thought it would go. I even told Mike so that he and his wife Christine could watch Papi for the rest of the week while we celebrated our triumphs. So fucking much for a plan.

Finally gaining the strength to get up from the toilet, I wiped my mouth and brushed my teeth before ridding myself of my dress and makeup. Warming a bubble bath, I set up my phone on the speaker and slowly descended as the beautiful vocals of Jhené Aiko attempted to serenade me out of heart break. Bathing myself as I could do nothing but cry, I released the bath water and put on some fresh chill clothes before leaving to go collect my baby from Mike’s. I needed my child at this moment.

Pulling into his driveway, I knocked and waited patiently. Watching him open the door in confusion he hugged me before addressing me. “Heyyy what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be celebrating.” “Is AJ asleep? I came to pick him up.” I said weakly. “U-Uhhh yea I’ll go get him.” “Thank you.” I mumbled trying not to cry. Standing at the door as I didn’t wanna intrude, I watched Mike carry out my sleeping angel in his superhero pajamas. Taking hold of him, he stirred a little before looking up. “Mommy?” “It’s me, baby boy. I’m right here, go back to sleep.” I smiled rocking him in my arms as I turned to leave. “Hey, Dee, wait up.” “Yes?” “Look, I don’t know what all is going on with you and Armando, but just trust God and give it some time. Try calling him tomorrow ok?” Nodding as fresh tears cascaded yet again, he gently hugged me before kissing AJ’s head and helping us situate in the car. Paying him appreciative words, I waved goodbye as I pulled off and headed back home. So much for a plan.

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[gaymaramada]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt brothers would deal with having a crush where the boys ask crush what they want for xmas? And crush just holds up a cardboard sign that suddenly appears out of nowhere that says “All I want for xmas is you” and a ? At the end. They smoothly asking the turtles out via xmas and Mariah carey song breaching containment and it playing everywhere. Crush saw their chance and took it

OMG THIS IS SO FUNNNN YES!!!!!

Managed to bang this one out on the big day! Happy holidays everyone! ❤️

Confessing to the Rise! Boys on Christmas

Christmas-centered, GN reader + pronouns

Leonardo

He doesn’t know what’s better: the fact that you’re asking him out, the fact that you’re doing it through Mariah Carey, or the fact that you must be a magician because whERE DID THAT SIGN EVEN COME FROM???

You can practically see the fireworks going off in his head as he bites his lip to keep a giddy grin at bay.

But he’s still Leo, so he’s gotta be cool about this.

“Y’know, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t sing the song…”

You raise your phone to reveal the song already pulled up and smugly press play on the song in question.

And he buckles over in laughter.

You two spend the evening watching Love Actually in honor of the cardboard sign bit.

Donatello

Ah! A silly reference! How quaint!

Doesn’t answer his question though.

His love language is gift-giving after all, and the concept of himself being a gift (while flattering) is far too vague for him to go off of.

You’re just gonna have to tell him word for word that this is a confession, okay?

The moment it hits him, he is — for the first time in his life — rendered speechless.

He’ll just stare at you blankly for a solid minute before stepping out of the room and doing that thing Ken did in the Barbie movie where he just goes

“SUBLIME!”

He comes back out as gracefully as ever and takes your hand,

“While it would have saved the both of us some time had you deterred from the theatrics, I cannot deny the amusing charm of your request. If all you desire is my company… I’d be happy to provide.”

(He does still want to get/make you something physical for the holidays, though)

Raphael

Oh you better believe he is elated.

My guy is so bashful and smiley it’s almost too cute.

“You— wha— me?? Aw, c-come on, Y/N, you’re making Raph blush…”

He does try to laugh it off as a simple reference to the song, but when you continue to insist that you’re being completely serious, his face begins to match his mask.

He looks up to you so much (except physically, of course :p) so the idea that you value him just as much gets him emotional.

He’s embarrassed by his Lovesick Stink, but you don’t mind it!

Once the initial surprise wears off, Raph gets much more confident and even a bit cocky when it comes to the two of you.

“Oh, yeah? Well guess what, little brother, I don’t even need to try to impress anyone because Y/N just loves Raph for Raph! And Raph feels the same about them!”

Michelangelo

“🎶 I DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS, THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED—🎶”

You should have known he’d start to sing, let’s be real.

Of course, then he complains afterwards that the song is stuck in his head.

After a short karaoke session, you tell him your answer again, gentler this time, and it clicks.

Mikey’s eyes sparkle as he breaks into a huge grin before pulling you into a hug.

“OHMIGOSH Y/N!!! Aww, I want to be with you for Christmas, too!!”

And of course you two spend the holiday making different kinds of crafts and sweets.

Gingerbread houses, ornaments, paper wreaths, peppermint bark, you name it.

The whole fam is excited about your creations, and you and Mikey lace your fingers together, proud to have made the holiday special for both each other and everyone else.

[lustfulslxt]

Help - Chris Sturniolo

summary : oc catches chris trying to get himself off to her, and gives him a helping hand

warnings : smut obvi

a/n : this is another one of my ao3 fics xx

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chrissy ❤️‍🩹 come over

evie 🫶🏼 im at work rn

chrissy ❤️‍🩹 so come over after

evie 🫶🏼 ok but i'll have to stop home and shower first

chrissy ❤️‍🩹 just come straight over

chrissy ❤️‍🩹 you can shower here and we can have a sleepover

evie 🫶🏼 ok do you need anything before i come over

chrissy ❤️‍🩹 nope, just you

evie 🫶🏼 see you soon

after maybe half an hour, evie was pulling up to her best friend's house. as she was walking up, nick and matt were walking out.

"oh, hey evie." the two boys smiled.

"hi guys." she smiled back at them. "you guys leaving?"

"yeah, going to madi's for the night." nick says.

evie nods, "okay, see you tomorrow."

with that, evie walks in the house. nobody other than chris was home now, so she made her way up to his room. upon walking in, she seen him turning his pc off and removing his headset.

"hey babe." she greets her best friend.

"you're here!" chris exclaims, walking over to pull her into a hug.

"sorry, i probably stink. i did just get off work."

chris shakes his head, "you're fine. but you can shower right now if you want and you can just borrow some of my clothes. i figured we could just hangout and watch movies."

evie nods, "okay, that works. i'll be out shortly."

chris relaxes on his bed while evie goes to his connected bathroom. while waiting for her, chris gets lost in thought.

he asked evie to come over because he needed her. he was having a bad day, but he didn't know why. he was tense and stressed and he was completely clueless as to why. evie was always his solution. no matter the problem, he always found his answer in her. she was like his platonic soulmate. that he found attractive and sometimes fantasized about having sex with. but that's besides the point, it would never happen.

the bathroom door opens, snapping chris out of his thoughts. evie emerges wrapped in nothing but a towel. there's water droplets all over her body and steam fogging around her from the heat of the bathroom.

"sorry, i didn't exactly bring any clothes in there." she says to him.

he clears his throat, "oh, you're good. you can pick whatever."

she goes to his dresser, looking through a couple of drawers. chris couldn't take his eyes off of her. she looked so incredible and he just wanted to do dirty things to her. absentmindedly, she bends over to sift through the bottom drawer, not realizing that her best friend was watching her every move.

chris' mouth parts, his eyes widening at the sight before him. he seen her pussy pop out just beneath the towel, looking so pretty, pink, and incredibly fuckable. his throat ran dry as his dick immediately stiffens under his shorts.

"um, i'm gonna use the bathroom." he mumbles to her, quickly shutting himself in there.

evie furrowed her eyebrows but got dressed nonetheless. she sprawled out in his bed and scrolled through her phone as she waited for him.

after what felt like forever, evie decided to get up and check on him. she didn't know if she was just super bored or if he was actually taking forever. but once she got closer to the door, she heard him on the other side.

it was muffled but she could still hear it clear as day. chris was moaning, more than that, he was moaning her name. without actually using her head, she quietly opens the door to see what was going on. her suspicions were confirmed once she laid eyes on chris.

there he was, leaning against the sink. his boxers were down to his ankles and his hand was gripping his dick. he had his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut as he inhaled sharply.

"f-fuck evie." he moans out, his hand squeezing around his throbbing tip.

evie's hand went over her mouth, completely flabbergasted that her best friend was getting himself off to the thought of her. unfortunately, she wasn't exactly silent with that.

chris' eyes shot open and his head snapped towards her. he immediately tries to cover up, his mouth falling agape as he failed to form words. evie quickly shuts the door and runs back to his bed.

both of the two's stomachs were in knots, but for different reasons. chris felt guilty and embarrassed, and terrified that he just ruined their friendship. he wanted the earth to swallow him right then and there. evie, on the other hand, couldn't get what she saw out of her mind. how hot chris looked with his face contorted in absolute pleasure, and all to the thought of her. she couldn't help but wish that she was the one actually pleasing him, rather than just the thought of her.

after a few minutes, the door opens and chris slowly walks out. he barely even looks at her, his eyes trained to the floor. evie couldn't look away though.

"i'm so sorry." he whispers, unable to meet her eyes. "i shouldn't have been doing that with you here, let alone thinking about you while doing it."

he was extremely embarrassed and he hated how awkward he felt. since he couldn't even look at her, he didn't see that she wasn't bothered one bit.

"you don't have to apologize." she responds. "everyone does it. masturbate i mean, everyone masturbates. to whatever, not like to me."

she felt stupid because she sounded like an idiot, spewing those couple sentences out. however, chris finally looked up at her.

he frowned, "i'm seriously sorry. i wanted you to come over because i've just been having a weird day and i've been stressed and i don't even know. then i seen you bend over in that towel and i just.. i'm sorry, i get if i made you uncomfortable. if you want to leave, i understand."

"chris, honestly, it's okay." she says, biting her cheek. "it was actually pretty hot."

she definitely didn't mean to spill that last statement, but she didn't regret it. chris' head snapped up at her, his eyes wide.

"r-really?"

"mhm." she finds herself grinning, "i was actually a little disappointed you didn't just ask me to help you."

"you would do that?"

she only nods.

chris sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, "um.. is it-uh.. is it too late to ask?"

she didn't say a word, she just got up and slowly walked towards him. he was really nervous and super tense, she could see it all over him. her hands slowly trailed up his bare chest, finding their way to the nape of his neck and played with his hair. she looked him in the eyes, just admiring the way he looked in front of her. his cheeks were washed over with a pink tone, his eyes flickering all over her face as he tried to read her expression. his fingers toyed with one another as anxiety built in the pit of his stomach. and yet, he was still stiff downstairs.

without another thought, her hand made its way to his shaft and gently grabbed him through his boxers. a barely audible gasp left his lips, not expecting this in the slightest.

"do you want me to make you feel good?" she whispered, palming his rock hard dick.

he frantically nods, wanting nothing more than exactly that. evie bends down just a little bit, and trails her tongue from his v line and up his chest, moving onto his neck.

"use your words, baby. do. you. want. me. to. make. you. feel. good?" she repeats, leaving wet kisses along his neck between every word.

at this point, chris was harder than he's ever been in his life, it was almost painful. evie could feel him throbbing in her hand and it made her super wet.

"god," chris lets out a moan as she continues to palm him and kiss all over his neck. "p-please. i want you s-so bad. i want you to m-make me feel good."

after those words fell from his lips, evie grabbed his face with both hands and smashed her lips against his. him being sexually vulnerable and submissive with her and overall looking so good right now, she was extremely turned on. on top of that, she could feel his hard dick pressing right below her stomach. chris kissed her back with so much heat and lust, already feeling the stress from today dissipate. their tongues battled for dominance, swapping spit in sexual hunger.

evie pulled him with her, towards the bed, not removing their lips once. she sucked his tongue and pulled away, slightly dragging his bottom lip between her teeth. a whimper escaped chris' lips and he tightened his grip on her waist. as her hands travel to his boxers, she pauses and looks up at him.

"if we do this, it won't jeopardize our friendship right? because i don't want to lose my best friend.

chris immediately shakes his head, "i don't want to lose you either. it won't be weird or awkward, we'll be fine."

she looks into his eyes, and although his pupils are dilated and irises are 10 times darker than usual, she can see he's being sincere. with that, she loops her fingers into his boxers and pulls them down to his ankles. his fully hard dick springs out, slapping against his stomach. he was big, really big.

evie drops to her knees, holding eye contact with him. she placed one hand on his thigh while the other grabbed his dick. it was already dripping precum so she licked the tip soft and slow to taste him. chris immediately let out a moan and his hands found their way into her soft hair. she grinned at his reaction and continued to lick up and down his shaft before taking all of him into her mouth, until he was hitting the back of her throat.

"oh fuck." chris moans out, his hips bucking into her.

she continues bobbing her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard to give him the most pleasure. she sucked even harder around the tip, knowing he was sensitive. every time she pulled away to slightly catch her breath, she would use her hand to jerk him off while licking the slit. chris' grip in her hair was tight and he was fighting the urge to hold her head and fuck her throat.

however, evie then started deep throating his entire dick, fast and hard, gagging every so often. chris couldn't contain his moans or the involuntary thrusts his hips made. he was so close to cumming and evie knew that, so she pulled away.

"no." chris whined, "i was so close."

"i know, baby. that's the point." she smirked at him, returning to her feet.

he looked so flustered. his hair was slightly damp and his forehead a sheer layer of sweat. his cheeks were bright red and he was panting, trying to catch his breath. it was definitely a sight to see. if evie was being honest, she wanted to have him like this every day.

she softly pushed him onto the bed, his back meeting the sheets as he stared at up her. his eyes were wide and he looked at her in anticipation.

"do you want to fuck me?" she boldly asks.

chris' eyes widened more, if that were possible. he didn't expect anything to happen between them, let alone sex. and the fact that she abruptly asked him, threw him off, but he was not complaining.

again, he only nods, frantically.

"your words, baby." she teased.

"i-i do. i want to fuck you so bad. i want to feel your warm pussy around my dick. i-i want you moaning my name. i want to make you cum all over me."

his response surprised both of them, neither expecting those words to fall out. in all honesty, it turned evie on even more than she already was. she then removed the shirt of chris' that she was wearing, along with the boxers she put on. chris couldn't help but stare at her naked body, he wanted his hands all over it.

evie proceeded to crawl on top of him, her heat placed directly on top of his hard on. he could feel her arousal dripping onto him and it made his dick twitch, wanting to pound into her wet warmth. she leaned forward and connected their lips again, in a rushed and longing kiss. she loved the way he kissed her, it was just so hot.

chris hands were roaming her body, settling on her boobs for a moment. he broke their kiss and took one into his mouth, sucking and biting on her nipple. it caused a couple of soft moans to fall from her lips, encouraging him even more. he continued to switch back and forth from both boobs, before his hands went lower. they went around to her ass, squeezing and parting her cheeks as he bucked his hips, his dick brushing against her holes.

she was so wet, it was the perfect lubrication for him to do whatever he wanted. but he was waiting for her cue. he was oddly submissive to her. not so much but he was definitely letting her take the lead.

after waiting long enough, evie slightly lifted off of him and grabbed his dick to line it up with her entrance. she looked him into his eyes, unsure of what she was looking for, but everything she seen, finally made her slowly sink down onto him. both of them let out low moans, him filling her up perfectly. it was a tight fit, but it felt so good to both of them. he was hard, she was soft, both of them emitting heat, and her lubricating them. it was the perfect mix, and chris would be lying if he said he didn't just almost cum at the feeling of her, especially after she edged him.

evie started off slow, only grinding into him. yet, it still caused them both immense pleasure. she, soon, picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on his dick while he had his hands on her waist, guiding her. the two were letting out pleasurable sounds, and she was loving the fact that he wasn't ashamed to be audible. it was such a turn on, especially because he sounded sexy. and the fact that it was her causing him pleasure, made her love it even more.

at times evie would slow down to find the strength to pick back up, chris couldn't help but continue thrusting, fucking her from below. neither minded it, both just enjoying the sensation one another gave each other.

"mm, you feel s-so good." chris moaned out, his head tossing back onto the pillows as he continued thrusting up into her.

"fuuck." she whimpered.

the feeling in evie's stomach tightened and she knew it was only a matter of time before she reached her climax. and from the way chris was almost shaking underneath her, she knew he was close too. she picked up and sank back down hard, causing him to jerk up and let out a loud moan. it was obvious he loved that, so she continued doing it. after only a few times doing that, chris' grip on her waist tightened and his legs were trembling.

"holy fuck." he groaned out with a heavy breath, "i'm about t-to cum."

"mmm, me too. cum in me, baby." she moaned in return.

not wasting another second, the both of them let out loud cries, releasing at the same time. his nut shot into her pussy as she came all over his dick. both of them in a state of euphoria, but evie didn't want to stop. he was making her feel so good and he was still hard, so she just kept going. both of them were obviously a lot more sensitive than before, so she knew it wouldn't take long for them to cum again.

once chris realized she didn't plan on stopping, he pulled her face down to his and captured her lips with his own. he kissed her so deeply, basically swallowing all the moans that escaped from her. he parted from her and gripped her torso, pulling her body into his before fucking up into her. she was a moaning mess on top of him, practically screaming, and he was living for it.

without a word, both of them came again. evie let out an extremely loud moan, her face scrunched up in pleasure. chris couldn't help but stare at her, in awe of her beauty and the way she looked when she orgasmed. it was intense for both of them, as they struggled to catch their breath. chris was damn near whimpering underneath her, still slowly fucking into her as they rode out their highs.

chris starts, "that was-"

"amazing." she finished for him, "hands down the best orgasm i've ever had."

he stares up at her, nodding in agreement. he licks his lips and swallows deeply, trying to find the courage to speak his mind. sure, they just had great sex, but he wasn't sure what it was for her.

"um.. is this just a one time thing?" he finally asks.

she pulls off of him, collapsing right next to him, before asking, "did you want it to be?"

"honestly?" he asks her, them locking eyes. "no. i want to be able to fuck you whenever, wherever."

a wide grin pulls to her lips, and she just leans forward and places them on his. it was a short and sweet kiss.

"chris, baby. after that, you can have me anywhere, anyway."

the two burst into giggles, chris pulling her into a hug as he peppered kisses all over her face.

"come on, let's get cleaned up."

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a/n : next is chris requesttt, just couldn't keep my bestie waiting 🫶🏼 here’s #3 for you @flowerxbunnie

[totallyradicalmucky]

Storytime (fluff)

Once again I have written this POS at like 2am. So it’s probably completely incomprehensible, but fuck it we ball. There’s not enough ATHF fics anyways.

Shake strained, gripping the door as tightly as he could. Gritting his teeth to nullify his voice, which hardly could qualify as a whisper like he thought it would.

“How. Long. Is he going to just lie there?”

“Quiet boy. He..he said that the doctor said that he needed to get some rest. And ..so we had to be quiet..so- so that. He could get some rest.”

Meatwad looked into the darkened room, standing just underneath Shake to peer in aswell- he lurches back when Shake closes the door suddenly. His face marginally darker, looking angry as usual. If he could cross a pair of arms he would.

“Well- I’m tired of waiting. I’m hungry. And..I’m bored. There’s nothing on the TV. Who’s gonna read ME- a story? Huh? Not you. What’s uh- How long until Frylock gets better?”

The milkshakes tone broke for just a moment, looking at Frylock’s plain door with a pout. Almost upset. Meatwad just stared up at Shake confused by the rapid change in emotion and replied as honestly he could.

“I dunno...uh..Why don’t we go ask Carl? He can read us a story. That boy got all kinda cool stuff.”

Shake seemed to immediately lighten up at the mention of their neighbor. Almost going to yell something, but forcing himself not to in almost a strain. He made his way outside to the lawn, Meatwad in tow. Quietly rolling along as they “walked” to Carls front door and obsessively knocked on it.

“God. How could I forget! Carl- oh great gods Carl. My one true neighbor, Carl! How does one spend a day without CARL. COME OUT HERE!”

He eventually answered, aggravated like always. Shake equally so since the jersey man had taken so long. Carl’s hands on his hips, he sighed as he was ready for whatever they wanted to drag him into for today.

“Whaddya want.”

Meatwad was the first to pipe up. Especially since Shake was too focused on trying to explode Carl with his mind. The stink eye from the cup really having no effect on the human.

“Frylock’s takin’ a nap cuz the uh, the doctor said he’s uh sick so.. he can’t read us a story.”

Carl looked throughly unimpressed, suppressing a snort.

“So..ya want me. To read you guys..a story?”

In unison, they both agreed, multiple times. Then they started to beg, overshadowing what Carl had to say afterwards until he started to quiet the two food items.

“Now, now, I’m not reading anything until- well uh- I’m not reading in the first place! let’s just get that out of the way. But uh-either way. What does Fryman even have? Like uh what’s he sick with?”

The two talked amongst eachother for a moment, with Carl standing there idly. Shake takes a deep breath and moves forward onto the man’s concrete step, looking Carl deep in the eyes.

“…We don’t really know.”

“WHADDYA MEAN YOU DONT KNOW?”

The cup shrugs. Carl pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated as he caves in. Moving the two out of the way so he can make his way to the side window of their house, having memorized which window leads to what room at this point. Peeping in on Frylock’s room while the two scramble up next to him, not caring much about personal space. Testing Carl’s patience.

“You think he’s got some super mega virus? It would explain his behavior..and why he’s always been so mean.”

“Yeah, mean to you son. Cause…cause you’re a loser.”

“Do you hear this …slander- Carl? I think Frylock got to him. We may have to put him down”

“What! NO!”

Carl shoves the both of them away from the window. Turning to lean against the house’s wall.

“Shuddup. What did the uh.. doctor- tell you? And dont touch me. I don’t know if whateva yous two got there is contagious.”

Shake rolls his eyes, annoyed by the question.

“Doctors are hacks! They scammed us. He was in there for a few minutes, and he came out only for them to tell us he was cold. You don’t need a doctor to tell you that, and-“

Meatwad looks between the two, watching Carl slowly get up and leave to his house and Shake continue confidently ranting to the wall. The Jersey man rifled through a cabinet until he found his cold medicine, causally walking into the always-unlocked front door of his neighbor’s house. Meatwad rolling in behind him as he was about to enter Frylock’s room.

“What’re you doin.”

“Oh. Uh, delivering some medication from the doctor to your friend here.”

“We can’t afford no medication.”

“The uh- medication fairy brought it. Yeah.”

“Boy I know there ain’t no medication fairy. Don’t play around with me, and give it to me straight.”

“I am ..going to give Fryman some medication..from my house. So that yous, and cup out there- leave me alone. Okay?”

“Oh well that’s real sweet of you Carl, thank you.”

The man grimaced at the meatball before slipping into Frylock’s room to flick him awake. Having second thoughts about giving the weird food guy his medication, but these go away as soon as he hears the dry “thank you” come from his throat. Mumbling a “don’t mention it” himself and exiting quickly, but not before pointing out Shake. Who was staring worriedly through the window and scampered away as soon as Frylock looked over.

They all sat in the living room. Frylock still resting quietly in his room, Carl for some reason ..still hanging around. Meatwad spoke up again, as always.

“So..when he wakes up, does uh..does that mean he’s gonna be all better then?”

“Nah, a cold usually takes a couple days to get betta from. But with this crap? Oh he’ll be a new Fryman in like, 3 days max.”

“Three days is still too looooonggg Carl I can’t survive without being read stories…my stories ohhh my stories….Carl.”

“We dunno how t’ cook either.”

“That too. That’s a… good point actually. I do know how to make lasagna..but that’s really it.”

Carl covers his face with his hands. Even though he knows he’ll stay anyways and have sorta a good time, these guys are fuckin idiots. He wonders where they even keep their books..if they even have them. Just to pass the time till Fryman gets up.

[simonsrosebud]

ik I'm late to the party but omg.... abram boyd.... I'm sobbing that's so sweet 😭😭 pls tell me more about them

AHHH THANK YOU I LOVE HIM

Abram has certified protective big brother energy, but since he isn’t a big brother this goes to his girl friends at college instead. Palmetto is a safe campus, but he (and Elliot by association) still always end up getting their girl friends back to the dorms safely no matter what. I’m talking if two of their friends are fucked up before he even gets there he will leave the bar 10 minutes in just to get them home and then come BACK. (this is based on my sisters friend at lsu and it’s so wholesome)

Abram’s relationship with Neil is interesting bc he’s growing up as Neil is traveling in the pros in his late 20’s. However, Neil visits whenever it’s convenient and once he gets in the groove of this whole godfather thing he treats Abram like he’s his uncle bc he sees how Andrew is with Aaron’s girls. He keeps up with his schedule when he starts playing little leagues and makes Dan send pictures. She sends first day of school updates and a picture of a little Abram missing his two front teeth.

Abram gets a Josten Court jersey and wears it until it stinks. He gets new ones when he outgrows them. By his third one Matt gets him a huge one to grow into as a grown man. He does indeed grow into it.

Neil sends him post cards with a little letters written inside when he’s 4 and Abram loves it so much that Dan facetime’s Neil like 2 weeks after he got the first one but it’s just Abram’s face all up in the camera. “When will I get anover wetter, uncle Neil?” “Oh!” instant delight “It must still be in the mail, buddy, but just keep an eye on the mailbox, okay?” “Okay… do you wanna see your wetter?! I put it on my wall, uncle Neil!”

Neil is the first to start calling him B, firstly bc calling someone else Abram is something he has to get used to. Secondly because Abram acknowledges it as Neil’s nickname and stubbornly doesn’t let anyone else call him it.

Matt retires from exy at like 32 when Abram is 3. Matt’s exy team loyalties lie where his friends are at, so Matt, Jace, and Abram make it a thing to watch every game. Abram can’t keep track of Neil is and gets frustrated by it. Matt mentions it while laughing, two games later Neil has the butt of his stick wrapped in orange. After that Abram keeps saying, “Ope, there’s uncle Neil again …. There’s- I see orange, Daddy! …. There he goes again! …. Look! Uncle Neil!!”

Andrew may have been the one humanizing Neil, but Abram is the one who softens him.

Abram used to hold onto Addie or Annie’s hands and just follow them around at Fox reunions, which got more frequent throughout the years and is why/how the fox kids all got close.

Abram plays minecraft but just creative mode. He likes adventure or sports videogames while his brother likes Call of Duty and whatnot.

BIG lego kid until he’s like 14.

As a teenager, Abram and Neil text so much and talk on the phone a lot. About exy, about French help bc he’s learning it in school, about some fantasy show that Abram somehow got Neil into, about sports and college applications and when he can come visit again. And then about who these new kids in Neil’s house are and are they gonna stay a while? should we add them to the cousin gc? hey how’s elliot doing? and hey can you send me elliot’s number? and if i’m doing all this hard work to keep the strikers away the least our strikers could do is do something with the ball i keep getting to them, anyway, are you guys bringing blake and elliot to thanksgiving? i’m excited to meet them. and i know ur gonna be weird if i ask you about guys but im pretty sure i have a crush on one and im kinda freaking out and im scared to tell my parents and-

Matt is so loving when he comes out to him and Dan, hugging Abram really tight and just telling him he loves him and he’s so proud of him and Abram cries a little.

The first time he kisses a boy (bc crushes are only from afar) it’s freshman year of college and it’s because he starts looking at Elliot too often for too long and needs to get that shit out of his head bc that’s his best friend.

Abram has lunch with Dan like twice a month because she tries to stay out of his hair since she’s the exy coach at PSU.

When he and Elliot get together he finds he loves to wrap Elliot up in his clothes.

Elliot goes to all of his home games with their friends and cheers obnoxiously. Abram loves it. He also… fucks Elliot while he wears his soccer jersey.

He is definitely a gentle giant, but once he and Elliot get together he throws that boy AROUND in the bedroom.

there’s a lot more about him but i hope that’s good for tonight hehe

[bucksaiga]

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! ✨

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Billy Hargrove. Punctual. Sometimes 15 minutes early. He beats the lines, beats the rush, beats someone's face in if they get in his way because Billy is never late. 

Steve Harrington. Never on time. The party doesn't start 'til he walks in. He's 15-30 minutes late, almost always. Never finds parking, but never worries. Steve is always late.

Oh, but if Steve thinks he's going to be anything but punctual, he'll be everything but Billy's boyfriend. 

Oddly, this was one of Billy's few dealbreakers. "Don't lie to me, don't show up late, don't waste my time. Being late for anything is wasting my time. So don't try it."

Steve knew Billy meant serious business. Billy never showed up late when they made plans. Steve wanted to impress Billy, so he did everything he could to show up on time, but on the one day, their most important day since they got together, there was a chance he was going to be late. 

If Steve showed up even one minute late for this 6 monthiversary dinner, Billy would think Steve didn't take their relationship seriously. 

Billy already had trust issues. The first time Steve said I love you, Billy side-eyed the fuck out of him, interrogated him, threatened to punch him, cried, then finally said it back.

This night had to be perfect.

As he was getting ready, Steve accidentally used cooking spray instead of hairspray in his hair. 

"How'd that happen?!" Robin exclaimed when Steve called her in a panic.

"No time to explain, but I really screwed up. I smell like a kitchen!"

"Go wash your hair, dingus."

Steve groaned. "I hardly have time."

"Make time! Go! Go!" 

Steve hung up the phone and rushed into the shower, eventually washing the oil out of his hair.

He half-assed his hairstyle and got his clothes on, then hurried to his car with a rose in hand, rehearsing what he would tell Billy when he picked him up.

"You look nice, your eyes look exceptionally blue tonight—wait, he might think that's cheesy. Maybe I should just tell him he looks good—" Steve yelped when one of his tires blew out, and he pulled over on the side of the road, staring at his car in disbelief. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!"

He glanced down at his watch. He had 2 minutes to get to Billy's house, which was 15 minutes away by car.

He sighed, he pondered, and then he started running. 

He'd be damned if he let Billy down. Billy never let him down, not once. He showed up, he showed out, he kept his word and he loved Steve with his whole heart. All he wanted Steve to do was fucking show up on time.

Steve ran and ran, breaking a sweat in his blazer, crushing the stem of the rose in his hand, the thorns pricking his sweaty palm.

When he finally reached Billy's house, it was nearly 30 minutes after the time he agreed to pick Billy up.

"Aw, shit, he's gonna be pissed." He knocked on the door, heaving and trying to catch his breath so he could profusely apologize to Billy.

"Oh, now you show—why are you breathing so heavy?"

Steve stood up straight, his bangs dripping sweat beads as he heavily exhaled. "I'm...I'm so sorry. My...my tire blew out and...I...accidentally put cooking spray in my hair instead of hairspray...but...I tried...I really, really tried to get here on time. I ran...all the way here."

Billy glanced down at the rose tightly gripped in Steve's hand. "You did all that for me?"

"Course I did, babe. All you asked me to do was...show up on time. I wanted to...do the right thing."

Billy chuckled, eventually breaking out into a fit of laughter. "...You put cooking spray in your hair? God, you're such an idiot!"

"I left it on the counter the night we baked cookies, and I went in the kitchen to check the time, because I couldn't find my watch, so—" Steve waved his hand. "Never mind, I'm an idiot."

"But you're my idiot." Billy pulled Steve in for a kiss. "And you stink."

"C'mon, I ran all the way here." Steve pouted.

"I know. Let's get you in here and cleaned up."

"You sure? You're not pissed at me?"

Billy shook his head. "You made a hell of an effort for me, pretty boy. That's all I wanted." He grabbed Steve's hand. "Now c'mon, Neil's not here so we can hop in the shower together."

"Wow, I'm late and I get rewarded?" Steve cheekily smiled. 

"Don't push your luck." Billy yanked him into the house and closed the door.

Thank you for reading 💕

Please look forward to an incredible piece from the next contributor, @avalonlights!

[sadhours]

messy • harringrove

cw: arguments, lots of angst, toxic!steve

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

They never should’ve moved in together. They were fine before it— happy as fuck, even. Would spend weeks together and never bickered. Times full of sex and fun.

Now, Billy can’t remember the last time he even saw Steve’s dick. It’s been a while.

He had to travel up to Indianapolis for a work thing. Took the train. Now he’s back, been back for like thirty minutes. Steve knew what time his train came in. He’s still not here. Billy’s wildly impatient. Loathes being unpunctual. He’s on his fourth Marlboro, now. Another thing Steve nags him about.

They help his nerves though.

There’s a million things about Billy that Steve suddenly doesn’t like. First, Billy doesn’t pick up after himself enough and then when he adjusts that, goes back to how tidy he was living under Neil’s dictatorship, he’s too clean.

It’s just a never ending spiral of Billy feeling like he’s not good enough.

Smokes too much, drinks too much.

But Steve’s taken up getting stoned all the time. Is gone for hours hanging with his new bud, Eddie. Comes back in the late hours of the night.

Then the next week will roll around and he’ll chastise Billy for barreling through two sixers after a fucking god awful day of work. Which work is a whole other mess. Steve pressured him to get a better job, something full time.

Then asks him where he’s going or where he’s been.

When Steve proposed them moving in together, Billy thought he was finally gonna be able to live full time as himself. But then now Steve doesn’t like him when he’s himself. So he adjusts. And adjusts. Until he’s just a totally other person— but fuck; Steve hates that person too.

Billy loves Steve. As he is. Thoroughly and unconditionally. All he wants is that reciprocated.

Two more Marlboros and Steve finally pulls up. Opens the trunk but doesn’t get out of the car. Billy throws his duffel in there and slams it shut. Gets in the passenger seat and slams the door.

“Hey, watch it,” Steve scolds him, “You don’t have to slam the fucking door.”

“You’re an hour late, Steve!” Billy argues, turns his face and meets the bloodshot, stoned eyes of his boyfriend and he’s a fucking inch from losing his shit.

“I got held up, chill out. I’m here now,” Steve mumbles as he pulls away from the curb. He’s quiet for a moment then he says, “You stink like cigarettes.”

“Yeah?” Billy laughs, loud and cruel— exasperated. He’s pushed close to the edge, moments away from unleashing the angry, unloved boy Steve’s turned him into. Just like his fucking dad did. “Had about six of ‘em while I waited. The fuck else was I supposed to do?”

“I said I was sorry.”

“No, you didn’t!” Billy’s mouth gapes, looking at the man he used to love so desperately, a part of him still deeply does. And he hates it. “You told me to fucking chill out! That’s the opposite of sorry!”

Steve hates when Billy shows emotion.

He starts going on and on, trying to explain himself and in the meantime blaming Billy for the argument. Billy just wants him to shut the fuck up. So instead, he does. Ignores Steve’s excuses and stares out the window.

But Steve doesn’t stop. Doesn’t know how to. He’ll keep doing this until Billy apologizes. And Billy usually does.

Right now, he won’t. He remembers when Steve used to tell him he was too perfect. Distant fucking memories at this point. Now he’s too this and too that. Never too good. Billy just keeps hearing how he’s not good enough.

He sighs, crosses his arms, “For fucks sake.”

“What?” Steve replies, voice as bitchy as always.

“I finally got out of my fucking dad’s house. I just wanna be myself for once in my fucking life but I guess that’s not allowed!”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.”

The car ride is silent. Billy wishes he was back in Indianapolis. Wishes he was anywhere else. Wishes, most of all, he was somewhere he felt loved.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 26

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“Do you want a bit more?”

“I'm full, mum.” 

“You are eating for two, Olivia.”

“I know. But I'm seriously full, I can't eat anything else.”

“Not even some chocolate?” my dad smirks.

“Not even that, no” I say, caressing my bump.

“What about some rice?” Alex asks.

“Nothing” I reply, trying to give him my most murderous look without anyone noticing. 

The day our parents found out I was pregnant, they decided that every weekened we would get together to have lunch and start behaving like the big family we were going to be (at least according to them). And every single time, I've wanted to kill Alex at least once, all because he always makes some joke or comment that they don't get but that I know is a dig towards Declan. 

“Oh, you won't believe who I saw the other day” my dad says, changing the topic of conversation. “Matthew!”

“Our Matthew?” Alex's dad asks.

“They very same” my dad says. “We had a little catch up and he told me he's also gonna be a grandad!”

“Oh, that's nice.”

“And it's a girl! I think we've found our boy’s future wife” he chuckles.

“He may not like women. You know that's a possibility, right?” I say.

“He will, Liv. He is gonna be his father's son” Alex grins, making me take deep breaths to not punch him in front of everyone. He's so lucky he'll have time to run away since getting up will take me my time…

“Did he tell you if they've already picked a name?” my mum asks, taking my hand on hers under the table and giving it a little squeeze. She hasn't told me anything, but I know she's noticed how tense things are between Alex and I. 

“Elizabeth. It is a lovely name, isn't it, darling?”

“It is, yes” I nod.

“Have you decided on one?” 

“No” I say.

“Yes” Alex replies.

“Yes?” his mum says.

“He's gonna be called Alexander like me.”

“I beg your pardon?” I say, raising my voice. 

“It is a lovely name, don't you think? I think it will fit him.”

I'm killing him. I swear to God I'm going to kill him.

“Darling, where are you going?” my dad asks me when all I do is get up from my chair.

“Out.”

“Out? Where?”

“For a walk. I need some fresh air, it stinks in here” I say, my eyes focused on Alex and the stupid grin on his face. 

“I don't smell anything.”

“Pregnant women smell things you normally wouldn't. It's normal” my mum explains.

“Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me.”

“But you can't go alone, darling. Why don't you take Alex with you?”

“No!” I yell. “I want to be alone!”

“Darling…”

“Alone!” I yell again, storming out of the room.

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“Liv, hey. Is everything ok?”

“I'm going to kill Alex.”

“What did he do now?” Declan says over facetime.

“Be the biggest piece of shit ever, that's what he did.”

“That's not new. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Ok” he chuckles. “Where are you?”

“Out. I needed to leave the house. You?”

“At my parents. We all had lunch together.”

“I'm sure your reunion has been more pleasant than mine” I sigh.

“It was surprisingly good, yeah.”

“Surprisingly? What do you mean?” 

“I told them about you, Liv.”

“What?” 

“Yeah” he smiles. He… He did it. He finally did it. Holy shit.

“And?”

“And they all are looking forward to meeting you. Especially my brothers since they already knew you existed.”

“They… what?”

“I was with them at Wembley when we left together, remember? I had to explain to them where I had gone.”

“Oh, yes…” That game and that day feels like it happened in a different lifetime.

“After that they kept asking me about you, I also told them some things, asked them for advice… Brothers things” he shrugs. “I'm sure you've also talked about me with Kennedy and Olga.”

“Just a tiny bit, yeah” I chuckle. 

“Why don't you come over now?”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. You don't seem to be in the mood to go back to your house, and I don't want to go visit my son in jail because his mother has killed someone” he teases me.

“Ha ha ha” I say, rolling my eyes. 

“You know it could happen” he smirks.

“I…” No, Olivia. This is not the moment to get turned on by his smile. Not now. Focus. “Declan, are you sure about this? Like… I'm gonna be meeting your family.”

“I know.”

“That's… huge.”

“I know. But you are the mother of my son, Liv. And even if you weren't, you are the girl I would want them to meet.” Has he just said what I think he said? That I… Me… What? “I'll call a car to go pick you up, send me your location.”

“I… ok” I reply.

I'm going to meet Declan's family. His parents. His brothers. Bloody hell.

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“Liv!”

“Oh, hi!”

“How is my cousin?” Declan's littlest nephew says, hugging me and resting his head on my bump. 

“He's very well” I smile. “Happy his dad won today.”

“I'm very happy too” he smiles back. “Are you coming home with us?”

“Not today, I'm sorry.”

“Why?” he pouts.

“Because uncle Dec has a surprise for her” Jordan says while joining us and winking at me.

“A surprise? What surprise?”

“It's a secret, we can't tell her.”

“But I want to know!” he protests.

“I'll tell you later, I promise. Did you enjoy the game?” Jordan asks me. 

“I did. It was nice to finally have an easy one.”

“It definitely was, yes” he smiles. “Anyway, let's go. Say goodbye to auntie Liv.”

“Bye, auntie Liv. And bye, cousin” Declan's nephew says, kissing my belly and making me laugh.

I still can't believe this is happening. That meeting Declan's family went the way it did, that they all welcomed me with open arms and basically treated me as one of them since the moment they met me. 

His parents were the loveliest, his mum asking me many questions about how my pregnancy had been so far but not being too pushy or making me feel uncomfortable. His brothers also asked some questions, but they mostly focused on teasing Declan since they already knew some things about me. Their wives offered to help with everything I may need but without making it overwhelming, and his nephews… His nephews were the cutest, talking to the bump and calling him their cousin, telling him about all the games they would play together and about all the toys they would be saving for him. 

“Liv, why are you crying?” Declan asks me once we are in the car after leaving his parents’ house. 

“Your family.”

“What about them? I thought it had gone really well, that you have liked them.”

“And I did. I liked them very much. Very very much” I sob.

“Aww, Liv” he says, hugging me while I just cry.

“They are the best.”

“I may be a bit biased here, but… yeah. They are the best.”

And now here I am, at the Emirates, waiting for him after watching the game with Georgina. I'm not ready to sit with them somewhere public just yet and risk someone seeing me and putting two and two together. His ex has been posting very shady things on social media, her fans not being the kindest towards Declan, and we don't need to add more fuel to the fire.

“There you are” he says, walking towards me with the biggest smile on his face. And yes, you guessed it… making my knees feel like jelly. Being pregnant and everything that has happened between us hasn't changed the effect his smile has on me. 

“Hello, man of the match” I smile back.

“It's a nice award, isn't it?” 

“It actually isn't the prettiest.”

“Liv!” Declan laughs.

“But what matters is what it means.”

“Ok” he laughs again. “I was thinking about giving it to you. Maybe you could put it in your room.”

“And how exactly would I explain that to my father?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah… true. I guess I'll have to add it to my large collection.”

“So humble, Declan Rice” I laugh.

“The most humble one” he smirks. “Should we get going?”

“Yes, of course. I'm looking forward to this surprise you have for me.”

“What? How do you know about that?”

“Jordan” I shrug.

“He… Urgh” he groans. “He didn't tell you anything, did he? Like details.”

“Nope. Just that you had a surprise for me.”

“Well, that's something. Shall we?”

“Let's go” I smile. 

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“Wait here and turn around” Declan says, stopping outside one of the rooms in his house.

“What? Why?”

“This is where the surprise is.”

“And I need to turn around because…”

“Because you will definitely try to look at what's inside.”

“I would never do such a thing” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Of course not, Liv” he chuckles. “C'mon, turn around.”

“But…”

“Please” he pouts.

“Ok, fine. But only because I can't stand that face.”

“What's wrong with it?” Declan laughs. 

“There is nothing wrong with it” I say, already giving him my back. I don't want him to see that I'm blushing. And why? Because when he pouts the first thought that crosses my mind is how badly I want to bite his lower lip before kissing him. 

“Then what is it?”

“Declan, are you going in to give me my surprise or not?”

“Yes, of course. Of course” he says, opening the room's door. “Liv…”

“What.”

“Don't turn around.”

“I wasn't.”

“I saw you.”

“I wasn't, Declan.” But I was. I definitely was turning around. What could he be keeping in that room?

“Liv, did you close the door downstairs?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because there is a cat on the stairs.”

“What?” I say, quickly moving towards them, the door's room being closed behind me. He tricked me. He tricked me so I would not turn around and ruin the surprise. “Not funny, Declan!”

“But it worked!” I hear him say from inside the room. “You can come in now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Liv. C'mon.”

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath. Why am I nervous? “Declan” I gasp when I walk in.

“Surprise” he smiles, standing in the middle of the room. “What do you think?”

“I… I…” I mumble, looking around. A nursery. He had turned one of the rooms in his house into a nursery for the baby.

“It looks a bit boring because I didn't want to paint it or choose a wallpaper without asking you first, but I thought I could start by bringing here the basic things, like his cot, the changing station, a chair to feed him, some toys my nephews gave… Liv” he gasps when I run towards him and hug him as if my life depended on it. “Liv, what…”

“I love it.”

“You… you do?”

“I do. Thank you, Declan” I say, looking up at him.

“You're welcome” he smiles, putting a lock of hair behind my ear, his hand moving to my cheek and caressing it. “You're very welcome.”

And then, as I smell his perfume surrounding me, it all begins again. I start getting lost in his eyes for the millionth time, my heart is beating like crazy against my chest, and my skin is burning where his fingers are touching me, sending goosebumps all over my body. Everything I've ever felt for him still is there, and it is as strong as it was. 

Because I love him. It is stupid to keep denying it, to blame my hormones for what I've been feeling. I love Declan, and I don't think I will ever be able to stop loving him. 

“Liv” he whispers as he moves closer, his nose brushing against mine. “Liv, I…”

Kiss me. For God's sake, Declan. Just kiss me. 

“Do you want a tour of the room?”

“What?” I choke, the feeling of his hand leaving my face and his body not being so close to mine anymore being more painful than a slap. 

“The room. There are some details I want to show you. Like this” he says, taking a couple of steps back and completely letting go of me. What the hell did just happen? Was it even real? Did I dream it? Are my hormones making me go crazy? “This was mine” he smiles, playing with the mobile hanging on the cot. “My mother kept it for when I had my own kids. I apparently was obsessed with it and could look at it for hours.”

“Oh, that's… That's cute.”

“And this blanket” Declan says, moving to the chair next to the window. “It also used to be mine. My grandma made it for me and they took me home from the hospital on it. The little man will probably not need it because he will be born in the summer, but… Liv. Liv, hey, are you ok?”

“I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?” he says, taking a step closer and making me take one back. I can't go through all that again. Through all those feelings. I can't.

“I'm fine, Declan. Just a bit overwhelmed because I didn't expect all this.”

“Oh, I see. But have you liked it?”

“I've loved it, I already told you” I say, forcing myself to smile.

“Great” he says, also smiling. “I was really nervous, you know? I didn't know if you would agree with him having his own room here.”

“Why not? You are his dad, aren't you?”

“I am. But things are so complicated with your family and Alex that… I don't know” he shrugs.

“Dec… Declan” I say, forgetting about what I had just done and told myself and walking towards him, taking his hand and putting it on my bump. “You are his dad, and no one and nothing will ever change that.”

“Liv…”

“Ever, Declan. And he agrees.”

“He does, yes” he chuckles, our baby moving as if knowing what we were talking about. As if knowing we needed him right now.