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Glorious

“Oh, here he comes,” nodded Anna towards the entrance door. “Quarter to eight every Friday night, without fail!”

Bobby turned his head to gaze excitedly towards their regular customer; his personal favorite since he had started working at this buffet place back in September. Although he didn’t know the guy’s name, he knew enough to recognise him as one of the college football players; eye-wateringly tall and incredibly muscular, despite only being nineteen. Underneath his large arm was yet another new girl, short and petite beside him. She’d dressed up well, clearly hoping to impress him, much like all the others. Yet Bobby had never seen this guy ever come here on a second date with the same person, and this girl was about to experience why that was.

It was often said that within the four walls of this all-you-can-eat restaurant, the staff would see the absolute worst traits of humanity. After seating them and serving the drinks, the workers watched from afar as the football player set to his mission of devouring plate after plate, hardly making any conversation at all. It was the same routine every week; the girls would always start off looking so smitten and then gradually become quite surprised at how much focus their date had in gorging himself like some sort of competitive eater. They would often go quiet during the middle part of the meal, merely watching in surprise at first, followed by a distinct glare of disgust at their date. One by one, folks from the surrounding tables would start to notice and nudge the others they were seated with to look across. Such disdain was shared by Bobby’s colleagues, hardly able to look as the guy stuffed and packed himself as hard as he could. Sure, there were plenty of older, fat folks who came in and tried to do this too, gaming the system by eating as much as they could. Yet, Bobby hadn’t witnessed anyone capable of eating as much as the handsome guy seated now.

Bobby had always thought himself strange and quirky, with a somewhat alternative taste in guys. However, he had never considered himself so different to those around him than when he was watching the handsome guy eating. The indulgence, gluttony and greed, it seemed to him like the most masculine and arousing thing he had ever seen. So whilst others tutted and grumbled in disapproval, he was actually struggling to hide how incredibly turned on he was at the sight.

“Seven, eight, nine… that’s ten full plates this evening!” Bobby smirked, attending to their table. “One more and you’d have the house record!” he joked, stacking them all up on his forearm.

The guy grinned, leaning back and rubbing his bloated midsection. “Well, in that case…” he chuckled, beginning to get himself up for one final round.

“Matt, please don’t!” called out his date reaching across to his large hand. “You can’t go up again. It’s embarrassing!” She turned to Bobby instead. “Can we just have the check, please?”

Bobby looked a little confused, knowing the glutton’s routine by now. “But you’ve not had any of the desserts yet,” he reminded them.

“Exactly!” nodded Matt, smirking as he got up to fetch some more food for himself.

Huffing in annoyance, the girl dipped her hands into her purse and threw a few notes on the table before storming off. Bobby stood there awkwardly, wondering whether he should say something to make her stay. After taking the plates, he returned to the table just as Matt was making his way back with his eleventh plate of food.

“She’s really gone already?” he asked Bobby; surprised but not seeming overly offended.

“Her loss!” Bobby smiled consolingly, noticing that Matt had stacked this final plate higher than any of the others; his muscular stomach bloating up a treat. “Would you like another beer?”

Already chewing, the greedy man nodded and grunted in agreement, hunched over and eagerly spotting the cash that had been left on the table; more than enough to pay for his date’s meal, as well as a few drinks for himself.

“You’re not getting tired, are you?” Bobby teased, returning to the table moments later with the beer, to see Matt holding his stretched-out stomach. “I’ve yet to see you not clear a plate.”

Matt wiped a little sweat off his brow and chuckled at his endeavor. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he grinned. “I’ll finish it. Then I’m going to hit the ice cream!”

“Would you like me to fetch you some?” Bobby asked, surprising even himself at his eagerness.

Matt looked up at him and smiled. He knew just as well as any of the customers that the people who worked here didn’t collect food items for their patrons. “Sure!” he cried, delighted. “But don’t skimp on the…”

“Chocolate sauce and brownie pieces,” Bobby shot back, chuckling. “It’s not my first time serving your table,” he joked, setting straight off.

There was an excited ball of energy swirling inside Bobby’s lungs as he began dispensing the ice cream. All of this would soon be inside that beautiful, greedy guy’s body. He wanted to make it look the best that it could: enticing and indulgent.

“Ooo! I like the layering!” Matt marvelled as he handed over his now empty plate and exchanged it for the sundae that had been made for him.

“We get a lot of folks who like their ice cream in here. I’ve learned a thing or two,” Bobby smiled back, lingering to see the man take his first spoonful. His admiration seemed to shine through; being so short and slender himself, he couldn’t help looking up to these big, greedy guys with complete awe.

Despite being alone at his table now, Matt gorged himself happily, getting up again and again for multiple other desserts. Bobby felt elated that he had at last developed a rapport with the guy he had been crushing on for so long now. Continuing to clear plates and bowls, jokingly keep count with him.

“You’d better get him out of here or he’s going to throw up,” the manager, Jessica, suddenly whispered to Bobby.

“He’s fine,” Bobby shot back. He looked across at that perfect, gluttonous specimen, knowing that he could handle it. Even if the worst did happen and he threw up, what did it matter to him? Bobby was finishing in five minutes anyway.

“Get him the check and move him out,” Jessica growled uncompromisingly, rather concerned that Bobby didn’t share her justified worries.

Sighing, Bobby did as he was told, apologising to Matt as he went over to him and gave him the usual line about the time allocated to the tables and the need for him to finish up. “Probably for the best,” Matt grunted, looking stretched out and stuffed. He paid up, huffing and groaning from the tightness. Then, in his own time, he stood up to leave, eyes watching him all the way to the exit as he clutched his now clearly distended stomach.

Bobby grabbed his jacket, happy to finish early and avoid the clean up, then headed out into the chilly night. He hadn’t made it out of the car park when a horn sounded and lights flashed from a truck that suddenly pulled up alongside him. “You heading back up to the campus?” asked Matt, sliding down his window to offer a lift.

It was a chilly night. Surprised, but nodding keenly, Bobby gratefully accepted the offer, hopping around to the passenger side. He’d seen this huge truck parked up on campus so many times, but he had always assumed it belonged to one of the guys in security. It didn’t seem like a reasonable vehicle for a nineteen year old second year student to be driving around in, yet it also appeared o suit Matt perfectly: big, bold and thirsty, just like him.

“Excuse the mess,” Matt chuckled as Bobby’s foot kicked a large pile of take out cartons and boxes filling up the footwell. “I meant to clean that out before.”

“It’s okay,” Bobby smiled back, buckling himself in and trying not to stare at the bloated stomach on the guy that was turning him on so much. There was an arousing, masculine musk inside the truck, with so many clear indications of Matt’s great appetite for food.

“So, how did I do?” Matt asked, starting to drive out onto the road. It was obvious what he was referring to, seeming pumped and proud of himself for how insanely he had attacked the buffet.

“My manager was getting pretty worried,” Bobby admitted, getting a sense that it was exactly the type of thing Matt wanted to hear.

Matt laughed heartily, clearly delighted. “I thought as much,” he nodded. “She kept on looking at me. And not in a good way!”

“We get a few folks like you who come in, clearly knowing how to play it. They avoid the breads and the pasta that they know will fill them up too fast, and they always eat so much that there is no hope of the restaurant turning a profit. You seem to have an instinctive knowledge of which items are the most expensive for us to serve up as well.”

Again, Matt laughed, his face a picture of delight. He appeared to like being told how clever he was, and asked Bobby to elaborate on several of his points. Even as they parked up on the campus a few minutes later, Matt was still questioning Bobby on the ins and outs of the buffet and how best to get way more than his money’s worth.

“Of course, that all depends on whether you could eat that much,” Bobby rambled on, having just listed the ten best things to consume if Matt wanted to ensure he made the most of his money. “Not many people can. But it’s always fun when there’s a big, greedy guy in and he’s properly going for it.”

There was a pumped energy to Matt as he listened, taking in every word like it was the most thrilling conversation of his life. “And what do those types of guys look like?” he asked excitedly. “Do you spot them as soon as they come in?”

Bobby hummed as he thought how best to answer the question. “You can usually identify them pretty easily. They’re generally pretty massive, carrying fairly enormous guts on them. We don’t often get the more athletic types, like you, who can eat that much. That’s partly why you stand out so clearly. Do you do some competitive eating contests or something? You’re actually the best I’ve ever seen.”

“The trick is to work on stretching out your stomach,” Matt replied enthusiastically, turning a little to face Bobby better. “I’ve been working on some exercises for weeks and I pop a couple of these before a meal,” he stated, passing Bobby a small bottle of what seemed to be appetite enhancers.

“I’ve seen this brand before,” Bobby nodded, obvioudly surprising Matt that he knew anything at all about appetite stimulants. “Do they work? I’ve heard conflicting things about them.”

Matt’s eyes were practically dancing now, his mouth wide in a smile as he nodded ecstatically. “Yeah, I read the same things!” he smiled in delight, turning even more to face Bobby better. “But I still had to give them a go. I’m a greedy guy anyway, so I’m not sure if the effect is purely psychological,” he chuckled, seemingly captivated by Bobby and everything that came out of his mouth.

“There’s another brand…” Bobby tried to think. “I know it only came out recently, but…”

All at once, Matt was upon him; his lips crashing into Bobby’s as he took him in a deep kiss, right there in the truck. They stayed that way for several moments, coming out for a brief pause, before heading straight back in. Upon the second wave of kisses, hands began to explore bodies and Matt grabbed one of Bobby’s wrists, placing his hand very directly on the bloated, swollen stomach that had been created that night. As Bobby began to rub, the guy moaned with pleasure; his kisses becoming even more manic. He hopped out of the truck, heading back into the halls and ushering for Bobby to follow him. Then off they went up the stairs to Matt’s bedroom, where they stripped and made each other climax until they were contentedly sleeping, side by side.

At some point in the early hours, Bobby began to feel a little insecure. He’d done this before; been caught up in a romantic session with a supposedly ‘straight’ guy and then ended up being ignored by them ever since. This whole thing with Matt would undoubtedly end the same way when the stud woke up and realised that he wasn’t sharing a bed with the hot girl he had taken out for dinner the night before, but rather some comparitively weedy, nerdy guy from across the campus. Bobby hadn’t realised just how much shorter than Matt he was until they had walked up to his room; his body slender and little more than slightly toned. Matt, on the other hand, was a gorgeous, large hunk; his long, hairy legs sticking out of the bed as he slept, without a need for the covers over his powerful body that pumped out a ridiculous amount of heat. Bobby couldn’t bear to see the look of regret on Matt’s face the next morning. Last night had been the best experience of his life so far, so why not bottle it and keep it safe, without the inevitably painful after-taste?

“Hey, Bobby! Can I have a word?” Matt called out a couple of days later, running to catch up as he saw him heading towards a class with a couple of his friends.

Bobby’s friends looked upwards at the towering hunk and then back to Bobby. How did this hunky guy know Bobby? In what possible circumstances could such opposing personalities have crossed paths? Yet, their curiosity would have to wait as Bobby looked at them both, sending them on and promising to catch them up.

“You snuck out without saying goodbye on Friday night,” Matt mumbled, sounding more than a little confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I just didn’t think you’d want me there in the morning,” Bobby replied. “I didn’t want you to have to stress, sneaking me out of your building.”

“Sneak you out?” Matt asked, getting closer to Bobby, his fingertips stroking Bobby’s arms. “I’ve never felt better connected to anyone in my entire life than I did on Friday night.”

Bobby’s heart skipped a beat. Was this giant, handsome stud really saying this to him? “I wasn’t sure that you would still feel the same way in the morning,” he replied; the legacy of being spurned by several guys resonating through his low tones. But as Matt’s large hand pulled up his chin, he stared hard into the eyes of the man he knew he could fall pathetically in love with. Then, as the towering man stooped and kissed him right there on the busy campus, Bobby did not resist.

“Come on,” Matt smiled sweetly, pulling Bobby’s hand. “I’ll drive you to your class.”

Bobby thought it best not to go empty-handed when he went over to Matt’s room that night. In a bag, he carried a pack of beers his cousin had bought him. Beer had always tasted disgusting to Bobby, which was why they had been sitting unused under his bed for months. He’d been told that they were watching a movie and, not knowing which snacks Matt would prefer, he’d brought a selection: popcorn, honey-glazed nuts, ice cream and cookies. After kissing him sweetly upon his arrival, Matt dug through the bag greedily, ripping the bag of nuts open immediately and inspecting the nutritional information on the back. “There’re almost six hundred calories in this bag alone!” he smiled excitedly.

Concentrating on the movie was not easy. Slurping on the beers, rummaging through the popcorn, cookies and nuts, Matt was more than a distraction. He’d poured the now runny ice cream into a vast novelty beer tankard that he had on his shelf and began sipping from it.

“Do you eat like this all the time?” Bobby asked, unable to hide the arousal in his voice as he watched the greedy boy in action.

Continuing to chomp, the handsome man grinned at him. “I try to,” he nodded.

“Are we still going to order in pizza afterwards as well?” Bobby asked, ignoring the movie now and shifting himself so that he was sitting on Matt’s lap, too aroused to ignore the man’s grotesque appetite anymore.

Smiling at the attention, Matt nodded. “Of course we are,” he replied, patting his muscular stomach which was already bloating from the finished ice cream. “I want to show you exactly how much I can eat.”

The pair kissed and fondled each other as the movie played on, ignored entirely. With the snacks depleted and two full beers down Matt’s throat, the guy was as hard as they came, moaning loudly with every slight movement of Bobby’s hand as it found its way into his underwear. Twice they came before the pizza arrived that night, and twice afterwards, as Matt gorged himself on slice after slice, until his stomach had blown up into a monstrous ball, packed to the max.

To say that people had been surprised by the new pairing would be a considerable understatement. To the eye, such a contrasting couple could never work. Matt was so tall, athletic, broad and muscular, yet Bobby was shorter than even the average guy; with a slight build, slender waist and considerably greater academic aspirations. It was almost frustrating how quickly they were written off by some people as being doomed to fail. With such stark hobbies and interests, they couldn’t possibly have enough in common to make it more than a few weeks. But, why? Was it because they were both guys? Did people assume that a gay couple needed to match on many more different levels, not least their appearance? No one batted an eyelid with straight couples when, like Matt and Bobby, one person was obsessed with watching sports and the other disliked it intensely.

A couple of months into their new relationship, the two lovers had booked themselves into a motel after travelling quite some distance for Matt to complete a food challenge at a restaurant he had long admired from afar. The insane portions of the food challenge had both frightened and thrilled them, wondering whether Matt had it in him to defeat it all and get his picture up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. It had sparked conversations that had aroused them both for weeks, thinking of ways to develop Matt’s appetite even further and increase his already startling capacity.

When the day had finally arrived, Matt had barely been able to shake off his erection, fueled by both nerves and anticipation. Bobby had been dutifully sitting at the table the entire time, sometimes rubbing his knee supportively. And, whilst Matt didn’t get the record time, he did complete the task with surprising efficiency, smiling proudly as he posed, bloated belly out, alongside the restaurant owner for his picture to go up on the wall. Bobby had provided him the big, sloppy blow job he had promised him and the pair talked excitedly about the next challenges well into the night.

The next morning, Matt had woken up feeling incredibly turned on still. Bobby had smiled contentedly as the large man fondled him to wake up and take it for him, agreeing without any hesitation to roll over and let the big man have some fun with him. He watched as Matt stood up at the side of the bed, ready to feed his substantial erection into his eager butt, when a curious sight caught his attention in the mirror positioned to the side of the bed.

“Are you still bloated?” Bobby asked, staring hard at Matt’s shape.

“No, I feel fine,” Matt replied, excitedly lubricating his hardness up.

“Well then, you’ve definitely gained a few pounds,” Bobby replied, smirking. “Your sides look pretty puffy. You could almost call them love handles!” he laughed.

Matt immediately turned his attention to the mirror, lifting his arms up and feeling the skin with a solitary finger. “Fuck!” he cried out in surprise; his abs barely holding on as an undeniable softness began to invade his core. He pressed himself into his boyfriend, gyrating his hips as he continued to study his reflection in the mirror. “I’m actually looking fucking doughy!” he observed, watching the faint flutter in his middle.

“My big, greedy boy!” Bobby moaned back, pushing his small butt into his lover’s groin.

“Mmm! Yeah!” Matt moaned back, pounding him harder, fascinated by the reflection in the mirror. “Greedy boys shouldn’t have abs, should they?” he asked, clearly turning himself on. “This is all that full-fat milk you’ve been getting me to drink to stretch out my stomach for the challenge, isn’t it?”

Bobby moaned with pleasure. “Maybe,” he replied coyly back. Matt had always been a big-eater, but he had never been consistently overdoing it every single day until they had been training him up for the food challenge. The man pounded harder, holding his arm back like a porn star so that he could still get a good view of his body in the mirror, climaxing with a satisfied sigh in remarkable speed, studying his own reflection.

“So, what’s this?” asked Pete, Matt’s cousin, poking him in the stomach that summer. “All that eating finally catching up to you?” he teased the strapping guy.

Matt grinned back and Bobby’s eyes flashed with delight. Despite the subtle paunch that was slowly emerging on Matt, not a single person had commented on it until now. For the whole two weeks that Matt had stayed with Bobby’s family, the guy’s insane eating went unchallenged. Even Matt’s own wholesome, polite family seemed unwilling to pull up their boy on how much he was overdoing it.

“You think so?” Matt asked, pulling up his t-shirt to give his similarly aged cousin a look at the swollen midsection, where his abs had recently been obliterated and replaced by a distinctly pudgy stomach. He leaned heavily forward, letting the new chub form two distinct fat rolls, one of which draped gently over his waistband.

“Jeez!” Pete exclaimed, watching the display with fascination until Matt stood back upright again and covered himself up. “I’ve gotta say though, it’s about time!” he smirked, looking at Bobby as he was about to recall a story from their past. “Matty always used to follow me home after school and have dinner with my folks. Then he’d go back to his own house and have dinner there as well. His parents had no idea!” he laughed.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Bobby chuckled back, looking adoringly up at his lover.

“How long did you get away with that for?” Pete asked Matt now. “Two years?”

“Almost three!” Matt shot back proudly. “I think it’s the reason why I grew so tall.”

Pete rolled his eyes at his cousin’s complete lack of shame. “Well, these days, you won’t be growing upwards with too much food… only outwards!! You’ll need to watch this one, Bobby,” Pete joked. “Give him an inch and he takes a mile.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got the measure of him!” Bobby smiled up at his large lover.

Pete looked from one to the other, seeming to sense how intense their affection for one another was. Within a month, Matt had dropped the L-bomb. Without a hint of embarrassment, Matt never worried about holding his hand in public, nor being openly affectionate in front of anyone.

Inviting Pete along for lunch with them had been a genius move. He’d been startled by Matt’s even more extreme appetite and hadn’t held back in saying so. By the end of the meal, he’d poked and prodded his cousin’s extremely distended gut, hardly believing that he was the same man. Such comments never failed to thrill Bobby and Matt, neither of them truly able to contemplate how lucky they were to have found someone who got such a buzz from something so outwardly unusual.

“Oh my goodness!” Bobby proclaimed, heading back into his dorm room after a shift at the restaurant a few weeks later. He kissed Matt, who was sitting up in his bed and then stepped back to take off his jacket. “We had such a pig in tonight!”

Matt, who usually liked to hang out in Bobby’s room because of the large container of snacks Bobby kept in for him, sat up more with interest; his hand still half inside the giant bag of potato chips he was feeding himself. “Oh, yeah?” he smirked. “Tell me more!”

“He hit the meats as soon as he came in, just like you do,” Bobby began to explain. “But he just kept going at it, again and again. His girlfriend was with him and she did not approve at all! It was so funny!”

“Same technique as me, huh?” Matt smiled, swinging his long legs out of the bed to sit upright. He reached out and grabbed Bobby’s slender hips, pulling him in. Then, with one large hand, he rubbed Bobby’s groin until a distinct hardness burst into life. “Was he big too?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Bobby sighed, enjoying being touched. He felt his belt being upstrapped and Matt’s hand reaching in to pull his shaft out and stroke it with more purpose.

Gluttony had always been a turn on of Matt’s, and the man took exceptional pleasure in trying to draw out such kinks from Bobby too. “Tell me what he looked like,” Matt requested, stimulating his lover slowly and purposefully.

“About 400lbs,” Bobby replied, delighted to have such attention thrust upon him.

Matt smiled excitedly. “A very big, greedy boy then!” he nodded encouragingly, knowing how aroused such talk could get his boyfriend. “Was his belly nice and round and full?”

Bobby moaned. He wasn’t going to take long to climax tonight. He was already trying to breathe and slow things down. However, with his free hand, Matt was already grabbing a thick wedge of the new belly fat that had destroyed the jock’s previous abs, looking up to Bobby in the hope that was going to get off to it.

“A beautiful belly,” Bobby agreed, no longer sure whether he was talking about the guy in the restaurant, or his own boyfriend. Either way, he came not long afterwards, shooting straight over Matt’s naked torso, where the guy pushed out his stomach as far as it would go, smiling proudly.

Despite Matt’s extreme eating, he still remained a fierce force on the football team. The extra weight had broadened his handsome glutes out and developed a nicely overstuffed look to his paunchy stomach. However, despite the initial hesitations, Matt’s coach had been simply delighted by the impact it was having on the games they played. Matt hit harder, charged through the lines and easily threw off the other guys. After a game, Matt was grinning proudly for days as his status around the campus only seemed to increase. Sure, he wasn’t built for speed like he used to be, and he wasn’t as much of a pretty-boy as some of the new guys in first year; but he was an absolute beast on the field, quickly turning into a legend.

The lovestruck couple shared many presents with each other that holiday period, but none stuck out quite so much as Bobby’s tongue-in-cheek gift of 5XL underwear to Matt. The guy had laughed when he saw them and his eyes widened as he pulled them out of the box and unfolded them. “So this is what the real greedy boys are wearing these days?” he asked, sitting across from his petite lover and imagining being large enough to one day fill them. The pair kissed, both of them inexplicably aroused. Matt moaned and rubbed the back of Bobby’s head as the guy went down between his legs and began to suck him off; a full day of gorging, burping and snide remarks from family ahead.

Slowly but surely, Matt continued to quietly pack on a considerable amount of pure fat. The tight waistband of his underwear and sweatshorts dug unflatteringly into his flesh, carving up his huge glutes and the significant back fat created from his love handles. After the final summer break before fourth year, Matt’s coach had at last tried to reel him back in, proclaiming that Matt would be cut from the team if he didn’t lose at least fifteen pounds before the end of November. However, by the time that deadline arrived, Matt had gone out of his way to ensure that he’d packed on at least another thirty pounds instead.

“Too fat and greedy to play football!” Matt had declared proudly, stripping his shirt from his body, just as he always did when he made it into Bobby’s room.

“Your coach actually did it?” Bobby asked; his eyes twinkling with the same mischief as could be seen in Matt’s eyes.

“He sure did!” Matt grinned as his boyfriend launched into a sideways hug that fully emphasised the huge width of his body. “No more football for this guy! It’s official: you’re no longer dating one of the jocks!”

“No more training sessions, no more games!” Bobby added, guiding his huge boy into the mirror so that he could better appreciate the vast contrast between their extraordinary bodies: Bobby’s short and slender 125lb physique pressing up against the vast, broad and bloated frame of a 370lb Matt.

Matt chuckled and kissed his kinky lover appreciatively. “You’re finally going to get the greedy, overfed and under-exercised lover of your dreams!” he declared proudly.

Bobby nodded back excitedly, pulling his fat boyfriend into the creaking bed. They both knew then that this was the start of something very enticing indeed.

After graduating, the two boys soon settled into a nice apartment in the city, deciding that they could make a good go of things, even on the meagre salaries of their entry-level jobs. It had been a focus of theirs for years, picking up as many different types of experience that would make them immediately employable, above and beyond the hundreds of other graduates that were pumped out of the college each year. Simply maintaining Matt’s 410lb weight had been a struggle in those early days, and the fantasies they had both had about Matt outgrowing his work pants within a few short weeks had failed to materialise for over an entire year. However, even without the gains, the guy’s body still seemed to be going through a transitional period, becoming softer and more plush with every passing month. They’d save up and hit the buffet, or drive out to somewhere with a disgustingly massive eating challenge, where Matt could have his increasingly chubby face plastered across yet another ‘Wall of Fame’ in the restaurant.

Once Matt did begin growing consistantly again, he did so with relish. Pure, fresh blubber spread itself across a rounded, jiggling stomach, swelling and sagging the nipples, as well as creating the most extraordinary double chin that Bobby had ever seen. His face had swollen up with large, puffy cheeks, with Matt refusing to quit shaving, nor attempt to hide any of it from view. Like a final surrender, his body was at last gaining in a way that it had simply refused to do in the past. New, exciting considerations needed to be made: stronger chairs, double plane seats, larger showers, seatbelt extensions.

“Heh! Look at these!” Matt chuckled, picking up a pair of Bobby’s underwear as the guy briefly rested a pile of fresh laundry on the couch whilst he attended to something else. The large, spherical man draped them over his large gut, hardly believing the tiny size. “Are these really what you wear?” he laughed again. “I don’t think I could even fit my arm in these!” he stated with complete pride; taking for granted the extreme size of the clothing that he now needed to purchase in order to cover up his gigantic body.

“That’s because you’re the one with such a good appetite!” Bobby smiled back, always enjoying the striking contrast between them both. He went over to his lover, perching himself on the very end of Matt’s knee and leaned into the large stomach so that he could kiss Matt sweetly on his lips, whilst simultaneously rubbing that giant stomach of his. Even after all these years, he really couldn’t believe that such a gluttonous specimen was all his; the epitome of the type of guys he lusted after all those years ago when he had worked in the all-you-can-eat restaurant.

Matt moaned in appreciation of being worshipped like this, knowing full well that his lover would never hold him back from his determination to consume all the food that he would ever want. “Let’s get married!” he declared, not for the first time.

Bobby sat up a little and rolled his eyes. They had so many things they were saving up for; getting their deposit together for the house they now owned had taken them months of pure financial pain. Then there was the inevitably long list of repairs and maintenance that came along with house ownership. “We can’t afford it,” he sighed unhappily.

“Sure we can,” Matt shrugged. “We just hold back on some of the other things we wanted to do for a little while.” He pulled Bobby in to kiss him sweetly once more. “I’m so unbelievably happy. I just want to show the entire world.”

Bobby smiled back, returning the sentiment, despite his unrelentingly practical head that couldn’t commit to the idea of paying out for a wedding anytime soon.

“Back when I realised all this eating was a thing for me,” Matt began, rubbing the vast, gigantic stomach on himself, “I always thought that it was going to be the biggest problem I would ever face in life.” He looked deeply in Bobby’s eyes. “Once I realised how extreme my appetite was and how much I got off to overindulging, I thought the only thing I could ever hope for was to find someone who would just put up with me; anyone at all! I never imagined, in my wildest dreams, that I would find someone who would love me like you do; someone who would let my great appetite show in the way that you do. I’m absolutely the man I’m supposed to be,” he smiled, holding a plentiful wedge of stomach fat in his large hand, “and it’s all because I found you!”

Accepting another kiss, Bobby sighed with contentment. Matt had always been the sweetest guy he had ever met. He expressed his own adoration and gratitude at finding the love of his life whilst serving a table at work, of all places! Everything they both felt was absolutely true: they were completely made for each other.

“Okay,” Bobby nodded. “Let’s do it,” he smiled excitedly, allowing himself to picture a wedding day for the first time. “Let’s get married!”

“You mean it?” Matt beamed back, holding Bobby tightly as he realised that he was serious. “This is incredible!” he blasted. “If only we had some champagne that we could pop right now,” he chuckled, overwhelmed with delight.

“How about I fetch you a tub of ice cream instead?” Bobby joked back, patting his fiance's humongous stomach.

Matt grinned, nodding with approval. “Sure,” he smiled. “I guess that will do instead,” he chuckled, sitting back once more and sighing with complete contentment: the life he had always dreamed of. The perfect life for both of them.

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DAYLIGHT - SPENCER REID X READER

About: Toxicity comes in any shape or form. You and Spencer, on what is a seemingly healthy relationship, share undertones of sadness and unresolved emotions. Issues that only get pushed away and temporarily forgotten about when the two of you use sex to ignore the he problems.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, angst, toxic relationship but not abusive, sex as a coping mechanism, unprotected sex, oral (f), unresolved feelings, etc.

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A/N: Please comment and reblog to support your writers! I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to @beenreidingaboutyou and @aureatelys for reading it before i posted it so i can make sure it’s all set heeheehee.

Telling myself I won’t go there

Oh, but I know that I won’t care

Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt

This lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt

It all began at a coffee shop. You had just moved to Washington, D.C., were still figuring out your surroundings. And that day, you had found your new frequent coffee stop.

There he was, standing awkwardly, fiddling with the strap of his satchel as the two of you shared a passing glance as you were making your way towards the exit while he was waiting in line.

You weren’t someone that believed in love at first sight, at least not until that moment. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest, as your gaze met with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. It was nothing more than a brief look, one that only lasted less than a few seconds. And yet, it felt as though it had been an eternity. In that moment, you knew that was the man you were going to fall for.

Everyday you went to the coffee shop, ordering your coffee and exchanging glances with the man that you felt drawn to. There were days, however, he wasn’t there which often left you a bit disappointed. It took about two months before either of you had said anything to the other. The man accidentally bumped in the doorway while you were on your way out and he was on his way in.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, eyes widening as he began apologizing profusely. “I-I’m so sorry,” He said.

You were careful to ensure your coffee didn’t spill, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the hot man. “It’s okay,” you smiled. “I-uh-I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Spencer,” He grinned goofily.

And a beautiful friendship foraged by coffee and a love for life came into fruition.

You’d love to say that your relationship with Spencer was a happy and loving one. With his eidetic memory remembering anything and everything about you, how you reminded him to be himself, and the way the two of you cared for one another was admirable. The fact that for your first date, Spencer took you to a bookstore and the two of you browsed around before getting dinner certainly set the bar for romanticism in your relationship.

The first time you realized you were in love with Spencer was the day he ran to your apartment in the rain after he had gotten back from a rough case. He was standing outside your door, drenched and shivering. “I just-I needed to see you,” was all he said. It was all he needed to say before you pulled him into your apartment. It was the night the two of you also had sex for the first time.

When you guys eventually said “I love you” to one another, Spencer was the one that said it first. You had come over to his place after your own long day at work, stressed and in desperate need of comfort from your boyfriend. And as Spencer held you close to him, rubbing your back, he simply murmured “I’m always here for you. I love you,” into your ear. You didn’t hesitate to say it back to him.

There's darkness in the distance

From the way that I've been livin'

But I know I can't resist it

Relationships, as amazing and beautiful they can be, can quickly turn into something completely different once the couple gets too comfortable in them. You began noticing Spencer’s flaws about a year and a half into your relationship. The subtle disagreements the two of you had would become something more. And there were nights that you went to bed sad and angry.

When Spencer was on a case, you hardly expected much out of him. He would promise to text you when he’d land, promise to call you once he’d get to the hotel, and make sure you’d know when he’s on his way home. And for the first year the two of you were together, he did exactly that. But one day, it just stopped and you weren’t sure as to why.

It saddened you, to say the least. You knew his work was important, it’s why you never pushed him. Being a profiler in the FBI was not easy work and you couldn’t imagine yourself in such a position. Even so, however, you couldn’t help but feel as though you no longer were a priority in Spencer’s life. Everything else always came above you and that very thought is what led you to confront Spencer about it, or at least try to.

You had been sitting on the couch, dressed in nothing but one of Spencer’s shirts, as you waited for him to come home. You fiddled with your fingers, anxiety had been eating up at you as you processed your emotions. As you heard a jingle of keys outside the apartment door, you knew Spencer had just arrived home. It wasn’t too late at night. He had left for his case just two days prior and now it was only eight o’clock in the evening.

Whenever Spencer would come home, you would usually jump for joy, greeting him at the door with a hug and a kiss. But that too was something that hadn’t been happening as of recently. Spencer wasn’t sure as to why. Perhaps you didn’t know either. But instead, Spencer was met with your form on the couch, looking contemplative as you looked at your lap.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

“Hey,” Spencer greeted, his voice hoarse from not being used in the past few hours.

You looked up from your lap, turning your head to look at Spencer, who was standing in the doorway. “Hey,” you replied before looking back down.

That action itself caused Spencer to frown. He kicked off his converse and placed his satchel down next to the door as he closed the door behind himself. He made his way over to you, kneeling in front of you. He looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes as your gaze caught his, the ones you’d never been able to resist. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Spencer asked, his voice just above a whisper.

Tears pricked at your eyes, the softness of Spencer’s tone adding to your already high strung emotions. “I-“ You tried to speak but your voice got choked up. You took a deep breath. “You didn’t call or text,” you whispered, looking at Spencer tearfully.

Spencer stayed silent for a few moments, unsure of how to respond. He swallowed, looking down for a second before looking back up at you and grabbing your hands with his. “I’m sorry,” he replied. He didn’t give a reason, he didn’t make an excuse, he simply apologized. “I-I’ll do better,” He exclaimed.

You didn’t respond, except for with a tearful sniffle. Your gaze fixated in your lap once more, your hands still intertwined with Spencer’s. “I don’t want to be on the back burner,” you whispered after a little bit.

Spencer didn’t respond immediately as he let go of your hands, placing his on your thighs. “You’re not,” he replied before leaning down to press a kiss onto your left knee. You knew what this was insinuating. Whenever you and Spencer had any sort of conflict as of recently, the two of you resolved it by having sex. You should say no, to stand your ground and allow yourself to be heard. But instead, you spread your legs for Spencer, revealing your cunt to your boyfriend.

Spencer let out a small hum before kissing your knee once more and working his way up. He was grateful you had only been wearing one of his shirts and nothing else as it made for much easier access. “My beautiful girl,” Spencer murmured against your inner thigh. His eyes met yours for just a moment. You were still crying, he didn’t really give you a chance to let your feelings out. Regardless, Spencer just wanted you. He wanted to consume you, to show you that you meant a lot to him, even if he wasn’t being the greatest right now.

You took a shaky breath, looking down at Spencer with glistening eyes. And without any further hesitation, Spencer dove in. He licked your slit, from your hole to your clit, a small whimper escaping his lips. You gave a soft moan, as your hands moved to grip the cushion beneath you. You shouldn’t be turned on, you shouldn’t be allowing Spencer to taste you in such a way, not when you’re feeling upset. And yet, all thoughts are gone the moment his lips wrap around your clit.

Spencer began slowly, eating you out with a precision and delicacy that he usually lacked. When he would eat you out, it was often like he was a starved man, depraved from water and food. Tonight, however, it was as though he was apologizing to you. His own form of an apology and how can you be mad about that when it feels so good?

Spencer’s tongue moved around in figure eights, gathering all of your juices with his tongue. You couldn’t help the small whines and moans that left your lips. Spencer was always so good at giving head. Your hand moved to Spencer’s head, entangling your fingers with his curls. You tugged at his hair, causing him to moan against your pussy. The vibrations sent a shiver up your spine.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on the nub as he brought his middle finger to your entrance. You gasped unexpectedly, moaning a bit louder when Spencer inserted his finger. He pumped his finger slowly, getting you used to the feeling before suddenly curling the digit, hitting your g-spot dead on.

“Oh fuck,” You whimpered, throwing your head back in pleasure as you tugged at Spencer’s hair.

It wasn’t long until you were cumming from Spencer’s mouth and finger, thighs clenching around his head as your back arched and you moaned his name in that pornographic way that had always had him ready to burst right then and there. And when you were finished, you relaxed against the couch, breathing heavily as you looked down at Spencer.

His eyes were filled with lust, his face glistening from your juices, and you could tell how turned on he was. And so, the rest of the night was filled with having sex around the apartment. You didn’t think about your issues with Spencer until early in the morning when you woke up sore and with a sunken feeling in your chest, a feeling that things were likely not going to change anytime soon.

Tellin' myself it's the last time

Can you spare any mercy that you might find

If I'm down on my knees again?

Deep down, way down, Lord, I try

Try to follow your light, but it's night time

Please, don't leave me in the end

The following week, it happened again. You knew change didn’t happen instantaneously which is why you waited until the third time it happened. And then the fourth. Spencer wasn’t putting in the effort to stay connected with you anymore, to let you know he was okay. You guys didn’t message each other while he’s away, he didn’t call you, he was indeed not doing better.

Spencer came home late one night after a week-long case. He was exhausted. The case was much more emotionally taxing than he’d care to admit. As he walked into the apartment, he wasn’t surprised to see you weren’t in the living room. It was past twelve in the morning, you were likely asleep or getting ready to go to sleep.

He knew he hadn’t been calling or texting you. During cases he just gets so caught up in what he’s doing that everything else no longer matters to him. He supposed that’s what your issue was. The fact that he indeed puts you to the side in order to focus on his career.

Spencer made his way to your shared bedroom, gently opening the door. There you were, quietly reading and looking as beautiful as ever. You were lying on the bed, the blankets covering your lower half. You were wearing the silk nightie that Spencer always adored on you. But the moment you noticed Spencer, you frowned and closed your book, placing it on the nightstand before turning off your lamp. You turned to your side, facing away from Spencer’s side of the bed. That’s how Spencer knew you were mad at him. He hadn’t spoken to you in a week, after all.

A small sigh left his lips as he undressed himself and crawled into bed next to you. He got under the covers and scooted closer to you before pressing small kisses along your shoulder blades.

It didn’t take a profiler to know that you had been thinking about leaving him. The way your heart wasn’t in it like it used to. Maybe it was all Spencer’s fault. He wasn’t treating you the way you deserved to be treated. But he was selfish and his love for you was more important to him. And therefore, he didn’t want to lose you.

His kisses moved upward from your shoulder blades to the back of your neck, gently nipping at your skin. He knew exactly how to turn you on, to make you forgive him for not being the man you deserve to have. Without saying anything, Spencer gently pulled you onto your back. You looked at Spencer with those glimmering eyes, a sign that you were close to crying once more. And Spencer couldn’t help but feel shitty.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured before pressing a kiss onto your lips.

“Are you?” You replied.

Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. His job is his livelihood, you knew this. And yet, he also knew that you weren’t asking for much. You were simply asking for him to just check in on you even just once or twice while he’s away. Rather than responding, Spencer simply buried his face in your neck as he crawled on top of you. “Need you,” he breathed, his breath hot against your skin.

“Then have me,” you whispered back.

That was all Spencer needed before reaching between the two of you. He gripped his cock while you spread your legs for him. He guided his cock to your cunt, using the tip to spread around your wetness. The both of you let out tiny whimpers. “You’re always so wet,” Spencer murmured.

You didn’t respond as you simply just looked up at Spencer. There wasn’t much you had to say. You could tell that he knew exactly how you felt. Even so, you know the best way for the two of you to communicate is through your bodies. The two of you looked at one another. You reached up, placing a tender hand on Spencer’s cheek. And in that moment, you could tell that Spencer truly felt bad.

You leaned up, capturing Spencer’s lips with your own. The kiss was soft and tender as your lips moved in sync with each other. Spencer aligned his cock to your entrance, gently pushing into you. Your breath hitched before you whined into the kiss. Spencer let out his own noise, a groan of some sorts as he eased himself into you. Once he was fully inside of you, Spencer let go from the kiss, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “You okay?” He whispered softly, his breath fanning your face.

It was a bit of an adjustment. He had been gone for a week and therefore, the two of you haven’t had sex in that time. You nodded your head, giving yourself time to get used to his size. After a few minutes, you took a deep breath and relaxed. “You can move,” You breathed out before biting your bottom lip.

That was all Spencer needed before he began moving his hips slowly, bringing his cock out before thrusting it back into you. The feeling caused you both to let out your own moans. “You feel so good, princess,” Spencer murmured hotly, looking down at you as he continued moving his hips gently.

Your lips were parted as small moans left your lips. “Feels good, Spence,” You whispered, looking up at him.

Spencer hummed in response, gaining a bit more rhythm in his thrusts. The feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock was exactly what Spencer needed after such a long case. To just be close to you, to feel your presence with him. Your pussy was so warm and wet, your skin so soft, and you were the most perfect person he could ever be blessed to be with. Which is why he felt so bad about being a poor communicator. He knew you deserved the world, you deserved everything great.

Spencer leaned down, bringing his lips to your neck as he peppered your skin with kisses. He continued moving his hips, his cock thrusting into you rhythmically but not too fast. It was still tender and loving, a contrast to how you felt emotionally in your relationship. “Please don’t leave me,” Spencer said vulnerably, his voice just above a whisper before he buried his head in your neck.

You paused for the briefest moment, realization hitting you. Of course the profiler knew about the thoughts you were having. Perhaps it’s been in your behavior. Your hands made their way to Spencer’s back, gently clawing at his back as he fucked you. You turned your head slightly to look at Spencer. Your eyes met each other’s and in that moment, you knew you would never actually leave him. “I won’t,” You whispered.

You could see Spencer’s eyes glistening, a relief in his expression that you hadn’t realized he had been holding in. “Good,” He said hoarsely before capturing your lips once more.

When the two of you eventually came, your orgasm was brought on by Spencer’s repeated attack on your g-spot with his cock. It was much more intense than you could have anticipated. The way your toes curled, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and the way you clawed at Spencer’s back. Your cunt clamped around Spencer’s cock, causing him to bury himself deep inside of you before cumming as well.

Sex, although not a healthy coping mechanism, was your way of communicating with Spencer. The way the two of you understood what the other was saying. The ability to be emotionally vulnerable while also seeking pleasure from each other was one that you loved and hated. Because although it’s a way to communicate, it is also a way to just slap a band-aid on the situation. Band-aids do nothing more than just stop the immediate bleeding.

You don’t know if the term soulmates is true or not. To have a bond so strong that it was just pure destiny for the two of you to find one another. You’d like to believe that Spencer is your soulmate. Your connection with him is more than you could say about any of your previous partners. And yet, there’s this system the two of you go through where neither of you want to acknowledge the other’s emotions regarding certain situations.

You and Spencer love one another more than words can truly put together. And that’s why you’ll never leave each other, even when things get too hard. Your love for each other is too strong. But at the end of the day, love alone just isn’t enough in a relationship.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds smut #criminals minds x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #dr spencer reid

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wispitty · 2 days ago

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(short reacts) | "you can't sleep" + one piece men

summary: it's quiet. dark. the hour when everyone else is asleep and the world is still. but you? you can't sleep. so you go find him.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

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CROCODILE

You knock once.

There’s a pause. A slow click of the lock.

He opens the door, still dressed, still working, still smoldering.

He says nothing—just scans you up and down.

Bare feet. Oversized shirt. Puffy eyes.

He steps aside.

You whisper:

“I couldn’t sleep…”

His voice is low. Careful.

“...Come in.”

You do.

He shuts the door. Turns.

You’re still standing there, unsure.

Until he silently opens his coat and holds it out like an invitation.

One just for you. Only you.

You walk into his arms without a word.

The moment he pulls you in?

You melt.

And for the first time in years, so does he.

MIHAWK

You knock gently.

“It’s late.”

His voice comes through the door.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He opens it slowly.

You stand there. A little cold. A little embarrassed. So very small in the night.

“...I-I couldn’t sleep.”

His expression softens by a fraction.

He steps back.

You enter, and before you can say anything else, he pulls a blanket from the edge of the bed and gently drapes it over your shoulders.

“You should’ve come sooner.”

He sits beside you. Quiet. Present.

And when your head leans onto his shoulder—

He doesn’t breathe for a second.

And then?

He rests his head against yours.

Like you belonged there all along.

MARCO

He opens the door in the middle of the night.

But he’s wide awake.

“Hey, songbird. You okay?”

You hesitate.

“I… couldn’t sleep.”

His smile is so soft it could carry you.

“C’mere.”

He doesn’t even ask.

He just pulls you in and guides you to his bed, his arm wrapped tight around your waist.

Once you’re curled up beside him?

He rests his hand on your back and murmurs:

“Just breathe, yoi. I’ve got you.”

And when your fingers clutch his shirt?

He holds you tighter.

He was waiting for this. For you.

ACE

You knock once.

The door opens immediately. Like he’d been standing there.

“Oh! I—...Hey. You okay?”

You nod.

“Couldn’t sleep. I just…”

He blinks.

“You… wanna stay?”

You nod again.

He steps aside, nervous.

You sit on his bed, quiet.

He hesitates.

Then sits beside you. Silent for a minute.

Then?

He holds your pinky.

Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even look at you.

But doesn’t let go.

SHANKS

You knock.

He opens the door in boxers and a loose shirt. One look at you and he’s dead serious.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just… I couldn’t sleep.”

He pauses.

Then opens his arms.

“Get in here.”

You go.

He kisses your forehead.

“You don’t have to say anything.”

You don’t.

He pulls you into bed with him, wrapping himself around you like a shield against the world.

“Sleep. I’ve got you.”

And when you finally drift off?

So does he. Peacefully.

For the first time in days.

LAW

You knock softly.

It takes a second.

Then:

“What.”

You flinch a little.

“Sorry, I just… couldn’t sleep.”

The door opens.

He’s shirtless. Hair messy. Eyes tired.

You look up at him, vulnerable.

He stares at you for a beat too long.

Then steps aside.

You sit on the edge of his bed, fidgeting.

He sighs.

Then silently climbs in, lifts the blanket and motions you over.

“Next time, don’t wait so long.”

You freeze.

Then slide under the covers.

And when his hand finds yours under the sheets?

You squeeze.

So does he.

CORAZON

You knock quietly.

No response.

You’re about to leave when the door creaks open.

He’s there. Hair tousled. Sleepy eyes.

He sees you.

You whisper:

“I can’t sleep.”

He says nothing.

Just opens his arms.

You fall into them.

He wraps his coat around you. Sits on the bed with you in his lap. Holds you close like you’re made of starlight.

You feel his heart pounding against your cheek.

He kisses your forehead. Over and over.

No words.

Just warmth.

Just safety.

Just love.

#one piece reacts #sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #shanks x reader #shanks #marco the phoenix #marco x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #corazon x reader #corazon #ace x reader #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader

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milatiny-xx · 3 days ago

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promise | k.ys

pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader summary: your childhood best friend accidentally admits that he's been secretly in love with you for many years and just recently got over it. at least, he thinks so. you want to put that theory to the test. warnings: best friends to loversss, mutual pining, fluff, make out!! make out!!, fade to black!! wc: 2.1k a/n: yeosang's biceps. send post. x

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You giggle as you throw back another shot of soju, wincing when you put the glass down.

"Ach, this stuff is terrible," you whine. "Next time, I'll buy the booze."

Yeosang laughs, placing the bottle back on the coffee table.

"Be my guest," he replies. "That one was expensive."

You're both sitting on the floor with a box of half-eaten pizza beside you and a mostly empty bottle of soju. Having been best friends since childhood, you and Yeosang try to meet up at least once every two weeks to hang out. You order food, get drinks, and watch a terrible drama neither of you have seen before. You have to give Sangie a lot of credit—despite his crazy busy schedule with ATEEZ, he always shows up to your friend dates and never, ever cancels.

"What are you complaining about? Surely, you can afford it."

"Ah, right. Because I'm a big time idol."

You nod, pursing your lips at him to say duh.

"Yeah, exactly. Even though you don't act like it."

He reaches for the bottle to pour you both another drink.

"What do you mean?"

"You're sitting here with me devouring greasy pizza and throwing back liquor while we watch one of the most horrendous movies I've ever seen in my life. It's just not how I imagine idols acting."

He hums in acknowledgement. His eyes slide from side to side as if he were looking for spies before he leans in toward you. You raise your eyebrows but follow his lead.

"You do know we're still humans, right?" he says, voice low. You scoff, playfully slapping his arm. "Besides, I would never give up this time with you."

Your heart lurches, his sweet words dripping like honey. On the one hand you love when he says things like that to you—it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, like you're special to him. On the other hand, it's usually followed with the most intense emotional pain you've ever experienced when you remember that he's saying it to you as a friend.

"Give me that," you gesture to the soju. "And tell me something."

"Tell you what?"

"I don't know. Something personal, something secret, something nobody else knows. Here, I'll go first. Ummmm," you study the ceiling as you think. "Ah, I know! When we were in third grade and that stapler disappeared from Mr. Wan's desk, Ha-joon got in trouble for it. But it was really me, and I let him take the blame because I didn't want them to call my mom."

Yeosang's mouth drops open, amusement flooding across his handsome face. He laughs, covering his mouth with his hand—an adorable habit that you've noticed he has.

"Ha-joon wasn't allowed to go to recess for three months after that. How can you live with yourself?"

You shrug, slightly embarrassed.

"It's not easy. Your turn."

He hums to himself as he thinks. His eyes catch yours for a fleeting second, and you can tell that he's got an idea.

"Well...there's one thing I can think of."

You tilt your head, interest piqued.

"Yeah? What's that?"

Yeosang's eyes sparkle. A sweet grin spreads across his face as he drops his head sheepishly. He chuckles, a deep rumbling noise that raises goosebumps on your arms. You can't help but giggle.

"What?" you ask, playfully smacking his arm. "What are you laughing about?"

He shakes his head, his long bangs falling into his eyes. Your heart flutters as you appreciate how gorgeous he is. A slight pink flush spreads across his sharp cheekbones.

"It's...ahh, no, it's too embarrassing."

"Oh no. No, you can't do that, Sangie. Now you have to tell me."

He hesitates for another moment. You bend forward to lean your head on his shoulder and wrap your hands around his bicep. Ignoring the sensation of your stomach flipping, you peer up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

"Pleaaaaaase," you whine. "Tell meeee."

He laughs again and drops his head toward you.

"You're gonna think I'm pathetic, but I sort of...well, I used to sort of be in love with you a little."

You cackle, assuming he's playing a joke on you.

"Yeah...right."

"No, I'm serious."

You quirk an eyebrow.

"Mhm, this coming from the same boy who refused to kiss me when I asked him to on the playground. You remember, don't you?"

His eyes go wide, and he points accusingly at you.

"You mean when you assaulted me?"

You gasp, shrieking and grabbing onto his hand.

"I did not! I did not assault you. We were playing tag, and you got me out. And I was sooo mad. I hugged you tight and said I wouldn't let you go until you made up for it by giving me a kiss."

"Yeah...and then you physically grabbed my face and made me do it."

"You still did it!"

"Of course I did it. I wanted to kiss you, I was just embarrassed."

You shake your head, folding your arms over your chest to fake pout. A few moments of comfortable silence pass, during which you decide to poke the bear a little more.

"I don't appreciate you making fun of me, though," you say. "I thought you had something serious to share."

He looks at you, smile dropping.

"Oh, I am serious."

Your grin falters, and you sit up straighter.

"What?"

"I wasn't joking, Y/N. I was being serious. I think I was sort of in love with you. For a long time, actually."

You can't help yourself—a laugh slips from your lips. A second after, you gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. You can feel burning spreading through your face and neck.

"See! I knew you would laugh! This is why I didn't wanna tell you."

"That's because it's ridiculous," you say, unsure if you're trying to convince him or yourself.

"Well, don't even worry about it," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm not anymore, so we're all good."

Your heart drops. Why did you say that? Why did you make fun of him? He gave you the absolute perfect opportunity to tell him how you really feel, how you've really felt all these years. And you absolutely threw it away like trash. Then again, he just admitted he's not in love with you anymore...you wonder what happened to change his mind. Maybe it's for the best that you don't say anything.

"Why would you be in love with me, anyway?" you reply. "I'm just a regular person."

"What? What do you mean? Why wouldn't I? It makes perfect sense when you think about it."

"How so?"

"We've been friends for so many years. We understand each other better than anyone. We make each other laugh. Besides that, you're kind and funny and smart. And, of course, you're beautiful."

Your heart is pounding in your chest now. Hearing him call you all of those wonderful things and the way he thinks of you, how much you mean to him—you've been dreaming of hearing that for years. But you want him to mean it. You need him to mean it.

"Oh...I guess it does kind of make sense."

The corner of Yeosang's mouth quirks up but flattens back down a moment later. You both drop your heads and silence settles between you. The tension and awkwardness grow with every passing second. You gulp and sneak a peek at him. He's absentmindedly playing with his fingers. The veins in his hands flex with every movement, and your stomach churns in response.

"A you sure?" you blurt, pasting a mischievous smirk on your face.

"Hm?"

"Are you absolutely, positively sure that you're over me?"

He looks at you, eyes widened. He hesitates for a moment, his gaze searching yours.

"Yeah, I-I think so."

"Hmmm, I'm not convinced. Maybe we should...I don't know...test it?"

Yeosang straightens, tossing his head to shake his hair from his eyes. His stare is glued to you.

"How would we do that?"

"Oh, I have an idea."

Your heart races as you position yourself across from him. You sit on your knees, your gaze flicking between Yeosang's eyes and lips. You start to shift forward, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs. His chest rises and falls rapidly. Gulping, you tilt your head.

You pause right in front of him, your eyes rolling to the side to meet his. Your breath shakes. Under the soft glow of the lamp, you can see that his eyes are dilated. You drop your stare down to his parted lips and lean forward slowly.

Yeosang remains still as a statue when you press your mouth to his. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, the muffled sound of your racing heart echoing in your ears. When you pull back, your gaze returns to his. He holds your stare for a moment and then it all moves so fast.

His eyes drop to your lips, his hand slides across your neck and onto the back of your head, and the next thing you know, he's pulling your mouth to him.

He kisses you. Hard.

Your fingers dig into his strong thighs as you teeter forward. He angles his head to reach you deeper, his lips slipping between yours over and over and over again. Carried away by the moment, you swipe your tongue over his lower lip. He chuckles into your mouth, the sound low and gravelly. Goosebumps raise on your skin. He opens his mouth for you, and his free hand wraps around your arm.

You yelp when he jerks you forward. Your chest hits his with a thud. His hands are quick to curve around the backs of your thighs, maneuvering you onto his lap. Now straddling him, you wrap your greedy little fingers around his biceps.

He tilts his head back, giving you a different angle to taste him. You drop your hips, sitting yourself on top of his body. His fingertips dig into your thighs, creeping closer and closer to your ass.

You slide your hands under the hem of his shirt, frantically tugging it upward. He lifts his arms, and you pull it off. You bite your lip at the sight of him, skin smooth and muscled. Your hands move to his body like a magnet, and you whimper as you run your touch over his chest and stomach.

His lips attach to your jaw, trailing down to your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Your head falls back, mouth dropping open shamelessly. One of his hands slides onto your back to support you while he attacks your throat. His tongue licks stripes over your skin. He pulls at the hem of your shirt, shoving it aside to reveal part of your shoulder. A moan escapes your lips as he sucks on the sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder meet. You can't help your hips as they shift on him. He grunts, his lips slipping from your neck.

Your eyes flash open, meeting his immediately. His chest heaves as he looks up at you, eyes blown wide.

"I thought I was over this—over you,” Yeosang says, voice rasped. He smirks. "But I'm not."

He surges forward, flipping you so that you're on your back on the floor with him on top of you. You instinctually wrap your legs around his waist to draw him closer. He responds by resuming his work on your neck.

You obediently tilt your head to the side to give him unrestricted access to your skin. Your touch snakes onto his back, fingertips tracing the chords of his muscles as his body expertly shifts above you. One of his hands slips onto the outside of your thigh, holding your leg against his hip.

"I'm in love with you, too," you blurt, out of breath. "I think I've always loved you. When I made you kiss me on the playground...since then. Every hour of every day."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating with heat against your neck.

"The kiss was that good, huh?"

You giggle, punching his arm, but inhale sharply when he catches your skin between his teeth. Your palms greedily slide over his skin in response.

"You've gotten a little better since then," you say teasingly. "And bigger."

He laughs again, freeing your neck. He braces himself on one arm as he looks down at you. You squirm underneath him as his glazed-over eyes size you up.

"Is this real?" he mutters.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I've dreamed about this for years, wondering what it would feel like."

"What what would feel like?"

"Loving you fully. Having you love me back. It doesn't feel possible."

Your heart aches, swelling with affection. You reach up to cup his cheek, tucking his hair behind his ear.

"It's real, Sangie. From now on, as long as you love me, I'll love you back. I promise. Do you promise, too?"

You hold your hand out, pinky outstretched. He chuckles but hooks his finger in yours. You curl your digits together, interlocking them firmly.

"Promise."

taglist: //

#yeosang #kang yeosang #ateez #yeosang x reader #ateez x reader #yeosang fic #ateez fic #fic #milatiny-xx

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tokoyan · 2 days ago

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Please I need the part 2 of what and where Seung-Je will get us to 😭 Bro I'm just so in love with him.

- Kneeling in fear

pairing: Geum Seong-je x reader

Warning: Abuse, dehumanization, manipulation, threats

word count: 1,232

a/n: girl i can't even blame you i'm genuinely SO obsessed with this man 😭 im thinking of making the next part nsfw but idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

pt1 // pt2

As he dragged me towards his motorcycle parked outside the school, he forcibly told me to get on without even sparing me a glance. I didn't want to get on but fearing he might hurt me, I complied.

As he waited for me to get on, he quickly lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips before getting on the bike.

"Hold tight" he said to me.

i hated those words.

he was the last person that should even care about my safety, whats the point in telking me that if you're just going to drag me to who knows where.

he then suddenly sped off. Due to the sudden speed, I quickly held onto him tightly, scared of falling off as this was also my first time on a motorcycle.

it shouldn't be my first time, espescially not like this.

After a while, he went into a few alleys and started to slow down before coming to a halt in front of a rather eerie street in front of a square-like building. I wasn't sure what it was. He got off first, took the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the floor, and crushed it under his foot. He then finally looked at me. "Get off" he said bluntly as he waited for me to dismount.

As I got off his bike, he parked it right there and without saying anything started walking towards the building. I quickly followed behind him in fear of what he wouldve dont to me IF i hadn't followed him. As he took out bundled up keys from his pocket, he searched for the right one and put it inside the lock of the big door, making it slide open. He then looked at me, his expression making it obvious that he wanted me to enter.

"Seong je... where are we?" I said, now actually trembling. I started fearing for my life. He didn't say anything as he walked over to the couch in the middle of the room, sat down, and spread his legs. He took out a box of cigarettes and lit another one.

"Seong je, please, I'm so sorry. I'll have the money by tomorrow, I swear," I started to say. "Ugh, shut the fuck up," he said annoyed as he leaned against the couch.

I didn't know what to say or do. What was worse was that I was locked inside this building. I saw a few motorcycles at the side and a sign that said "Union". I wasn't sure what it meant but i knew that i shouldn't be here.

"Get on your knees," he said bluntly as he looked at me from across the room. I just looked at him in complete shock. "What?"

"Are you deaf? I said get on your fucking knees," he said louder this time, his impatience growing.

Fearful that he was going to hurt me, I slowly lowered myself to the ground, putting one knee down, tears starting to fall down my face. "Oh my god, this whore is so fucking stupid," he said loudly to himself as he looked at me again.

"Dumb bitch, come here and get on your knees," he commanded. As I got up and slowly started to walk to him I began pleading and begging, "Please don't... I'll have the money by tomorrow, I swear" I said, still crying as I finally reached him. It felt like even if I did have the money, he didn't care, he just wanted me on my knees.

He didn't say anything, he just waited for me to get on my knees. So, I softly but slowly got on my knees and looked at the floor.

That sick bastard then started laughing,

"So pathetic, bitches like you are truly only good for getting on their knees and nothing more," he said as he belittled me.

"Look at me," he said, suddenly changing his demeanor as he looked at me, but my head was still down. I was scared but too embarrassed to look at him.

"Don't fuck with me right now. I said look at me," he said, now losing patience. But I was still looking down in embarrassment, fear, and a longing to just go home.

Before I knew it, he had grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me to look at him. My mascara was running down my face, I was shaking in fear, and now I was also wincing in pain due to him grabbing my hair.

"Pretty faces like yours are only good for being fucked and nothing more," he said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and hovered the burning part close to my face.

"Don't start crying on me now, bitch. Want me to burn you?" he said, threatening to put his cigarette on my face to burn me. "N-no please.." I said, sobbing. "So then do what I fucking tell you to do," he says with that... sick grin on his face.

What he did next to me was absolutely disgusting.

#whc #whc2 #whc1 #weak hero class #weak hero class x reader #weak hero class 2 #weak hero class 2 x reader #geum seong je x reader #geum seong je #seong je #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #whc2 angst

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revelboo · 1 day ago

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We’re sharing dog pics?? I’d like to add my contribution! 🫡

Sure! I love puppers!

🔞 dirty thoughts 🌶️

Puppy

ROTB Mirage

• “You’re like a puppy,” you mutter as he trails behind you. And even mass displaced like he is now, he’s taller than you and you can’t figure out why he does this around only you. If Noah’s around, he stays full size. It’s hard to not feel like he’s being condescending somehow as silly as the idea is. He’s always nice, if extremely flirtatious. Sitting on the oversized couch he and Noah had salvaged from who knows where, you flick a finger at him. Because he’s exactly like an overeager puppy following you around.

• “Is that a good thing? Cause going by your tone, I’m guessing not,” he says, frowning before flopping on the couch and you yelp when the legs on his end collapse under his weight and he almost accidentally turns the thing over backwards. “I’d be your puppy if you’d let me,” he adds, covering up his embarrassment with flirting. “You wanna put a leash on me, babe? Teach me to beg?”

• And the couch nearly goes over backwards again when he grabs the back of it and plants his other hand on the arm of the couch so you’re caged by him. Why does he have to be like that? Flirting and lying as easily as you breathe. “Cut it out, it’s not funny,” you mutter, because honestly? It kind of hurts. Painfully driving home the fact that you have a crush on your best friend and he jokes about wanting you because he likes to tease and fluster you, but he doesn’t really mean it.

• Can’t help hiding behind humor, teasing you, because if you knew how badly he’d kill to be on his knees looking up at you? That he really would beg at your feet for just a taste of you. What would you do if he kissed you right now? Slap him? Or would you kiss him back? Let him strip you and put his mouth on you? Spike stirring where it’s trapped behind his plating, he’s so sick of dancing around you, trying to get your attention. Flirting and teasing with a smile when he’s hurting to touch you. Hold you. Be inside you. “I’d be such a good boy for you, babe,” he growls, struggling to keep his smile in place.

• Blowing out a breath, you lay a hand on his helm and push at him. Can’t deal with him crowding you like this when you want him so much. It’s cruel. But it’s not like he realizes you actually like him that way. You’re two different species, so why would he? He’s just being himself and it’s not his fault you’d actually started falling in love with-and you freeze. You don’t actually love him, do you? He’s your best friend. But he looks up at you with a crooked grin and you realize the truth of it. And his smile falters the second he sees your expression.

• Frag. Didn’t mean to upset you, but you look like you’re about to start crying. “Oh, no. I’ll stop. Really,” he says, dragging you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you, chin on top of your head. “Hey,” he adds weakly. “You know me, I’m just teasing.” Hates himself for saying it, but he doesn’t want to drive you off and he can’t manage to make himself admit he wants you. That you’re his everything. And your happiness is more important than his own misery. This is enough. If he just keeps telling himself that, maybe he’ll start believing it.

#transformers x reader #rotb mirage #mirage x reader #valveplug

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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Eyes On Me

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

Simon is more than happy to worship you after you tell him how nervous you are to sleep with him for the first time.

cw: MDNI (18+) oral (f receiving) body worship

Thanks @the-witty-pen-name for getting me to hop on the Ghost train!

You’re standing in Simon’s bathroom as you hype yourself up for what’s to come. You’re wearing the lingerie set you bought specifically for him but now that you have it on, you’re nervous that he’s not going to like it. This is going to be your first time together and you don’t know why you’re so anxious about it.

Okay, maybe you do know. None of your partners have ever been able to make you come and even though you know it’s not your fault, you can’t help but feel like it is. You’ve spent so many dates, terrified to go to the next step and Simon has been the only person who’s been willing to take it slow.

You’ve been on so many amazing dates in the past few months and after many makeout sessions in various rooms in either of your apartments that you’ve always cut short before going to the next step, you’re finally going to sleep together.

You feel so lucky because he’s been nothing but a gentleman, going at your pace even though you know he’s been wanting more than you’ve given. He’s been a gentleman in every other area as well. He brings you flowers every time he sees you, he opens doors for you and even holds your hand or has his arm wrapped around you in some way since he always needs to be touching you. Not that you mind. You never mind.

Your heart races in your chest as you unlock the door and open it, shutting your eyes tight as you step into the bedroom. Simon is sitting on the bed and he can’t believe his eyes when he sees you. You look so-beautiful. He already can’t believe that out of all the men that you’ve probably got on speed dial that he’s the one you’ve chosen to spend your time with. And here and now, he’s convinced that he’s seeing an angel.

“Fuck,” is all he’s able to say as he lets his eyes slowly rake over your body. The dark blue looks so good on your skin and he doesn’t know why he’s embarrassed that he’s already hard just from looking at you. His eyes snap up to your face to see if you’re looking and is confused to see that your eyes are shut tight.

“Why are your eyes closed, angel?” He asks, his voice soft. “Come here,” he reaches for your hands and pulls you to stand in front of him. His thumbs rub along your knuckles and that calms your anxiety just a bit. “Look at me, please.”

But you don’t look at him. You can’t. Your bare skin is burning under his gaze and you can’t get yourself to loosen up. Your shoulders are to your ears and your eyes are shut so tightly that you’re seeing stars. You want to let go, to show Simon a side of you that no one else has seen, but you just can’t.

You’re getting frustrated and feel tears welling up in your eyes because you wanted this night to be perfect and now you’re ruining it with your insecurities. Your hands slip from his and you bring them up to your face so he can’t see you cry which seems pointless since you know that he’ll hear you anyway.

“Oh, angel,” he says, his voice even softer than before as he stands. He pulls you into his arms as his hands move up and down your back just like always. It’s the thing that always soothes you. That mixed with the sweet words he says softly in your ear. “What’s going on, my love?”

You can’t get yourself to tell him. The words will definitely sound silly when they’re said out loud, but you feel like telling Simon will ease your mind. He’s always so good at that. You pull back and when your teary eyes look into his, he feels his heart break into a million pieces.

“No one’s seen me like this in so long so I feel nervous.” the words sit between the two of you and you feel even more nervous when he doesn’t speak. He’s just trying to gather his thoughts. The news is surprising to him. He has no idea why someone wouldn’t want to take you to bed. You are the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he can’t believe that you chose him.

“You have every right to be nervous,” he replies. “This is a big step we’re taking. If you’re not ready-”

“I am ready,” you cut him off. “I just-my past partners haven’t made me-” you cut yourself off, cringing at your words, but now that you’ve started your sentence, you have to finish it. It doesn’t seem like you need to since Simon nods, getting the gist.

“You know that’s not your fault, right?” He asks, his hands caressing your face as the pads of his thumbs wipe away your tears. You nod as you bunch his shirt in your hands, leaning your head against his chest for a brief moment before looking up at him again.

“I know it’s not my fault and I-I want to try if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh, angel,” he smiles widely. “That’s more than okay with me.” He leans down, his lips slowly finding yours in a featherlight kiss. This is exactly what you’ve done plenty of times before. This is good. This is safe. This is comfortable.

He takes it slow and you know it must be hard for him when you feel his bulge pressing up against you. You appreciate how gentle he’s being with you, that he’s willing to go at your pace despite how close he is to bursting.

His hands move down to your waist as his tongue licks into your mouth. You moan into his mouth and he swears he’s going to come right there. You’ve moaned before, but not like this. It’s loud and breathy and desperate. God, you really have no idea how hot you are, do you?

“You’re killing me,” he says against your lips. First you wear this little thing and now you’re making those pretty sounds? It’s like you want me dead.” You’re pushing him towards the bed and moves with you, backing up until he falls onto the mattress.

You’re standing in front of him and he pulls you to him, pressing feather light kisses to your stomach, letting his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties. He’s whispering the sweetest words against your skin and you feel yourself getting progressively more wet with each compliment.

“So pretty,” Simon whispers against your stomach. “Can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be able to see you like this.” You feel weak in your knees and he’s quick to pull you into his lap before lying you onto the bed. He stands up, hovering over you and seeing you like this, spreading your legs for him, seeing your soaking wet, underwear, god, you’re making him lose his fucking mind and you’re not even doing it on purpose.

Simon gets onto his knees between your legs. He widens them even more before bringing his head between your thighs. He takes the waistband of your panties between his teeth and pulls them down your legs, his eyes on yours the entire time he does it. You’re looking at him with your mouth wide open like you can’t believe what he’s doing because you can’t.

You’ve never been so turned on by someone before and for the first time, you’re actually excited for what’s to come. For the first time, this doesn’t feel like a performance with fake moans and orgasms just so you can rush out the door after it’s over. This time, you want to stay afterwards and have him hold you in his arms while he tells you how well you did. It all just sounds so perfect.

“Eyes on me, angel,” he says, his voice still so soft. “Wanna make you feel good. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible but the way you’re looking at him, very enthusiastically, he knows it’s okay to continue.

“Can’t believe this is all for me,” he says as he looks down at your cunt. You’re wet beyond belief and he feels honored to be the cause of it. He slowly raises his hand and brings it up to your cunt. His fingers slow inch inside and you can’t help but let out a noise. You’re not sure if it’s out of pleasure or pain but what you do know is that you need more.

Simon keeps his eyes on yours as his fingers pump in and out. You’re tight and considering your inexperience, he’s trying to be gentle even though he wants to go harder, to make you come completely undone, to get your slick all over his fingers. He wants to bury his face between your thighs and devour you like a man starved.

But he’s a gentleman so he’s going to be nice. He’s hard beyond belief watching you moan as his pumps get progressively faster. You look so pretty like this and he’s staring at you, so focused on your face as he takes a mental picture that he will definitely be using to get himself the next time he needs some relief.

“Faster,” you whine, your head already spinning. He’s barely done anything and you already feel close. You’ve never gotten this far with fingers that weren’t your own and you don’t know why you ever doubted Simon.

“As you wish,” he responds and as his pace picks up, you feel yourself start to loosen up, to enjoy what’s happening and not feel like it’s a chore. He continues to pump and brings his face down to your cunt, his lips inching towards your clit which he brings into his mouth, giving it a rough suck, chuckling as he hears you gasp.

He continues to lick and suck on your clit as his fingers keep working, your moans encouraging him to keep going. As he focuses on your clit, his fingers slow to a stop before sliding out of you, Simon now dedicated to devouring you.

He brings your legs to rest on his shoulders, still making sure that he can see you from where he is. Your back hits the bed as you throw your head back, your back arching in absolute pleasure. Once he’s happy with what he sees, he shoves his face into your cunt, his mouth moving down to your slit to give it some love, still licking and sucking before he gives the spot a bite to test the waters.

Your thighs tighten against his head so he takes that as an invitation to do it again and again, repeating the motion until you’re screaming his name and even then he doesn’t stop because you just taste so good.

This is easily the best orgasm you’ve ever received and you apparently want him to know that with the way his name falls from your lips in a loud moan. You don’t know when your hands got into his hair but now they’re tugging on it as his head is still between your thighs.

Simon pulls away with a wide smile, feeling a sense of pride not only for himself for being able to get you there, but also for you because you were able to let all the unease go, to let yourself feel pleasure. And he couldn’t be more proud of you.

#ghost cod x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader

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neoangelxx · 1 day ago

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Shoko calls you one night, hiccuping as she asks you to come get Nanami.

“He refuses to get a taxi because you’re supposed to come get him.”

Which is correct, so you slip on some sweatpants and an old shirt, you don’t bother taking off your bonnet before going to get your drunk husband.

You spot them in the back of the restaurant tucked into a booth, Nanami sat by himself facing the door. He looks cute with his flushed cheeks.

“Kento, sweetie it’s time to go.” You call softly when you reach the booth.

He turns to you, head flopping to the side, he’s drunk. His eyes look you up and down, gaze long and lingering, his tongue darts out wetting his lips. Then Nanami is standing up, he only stumbles a little bit.

“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in for a searing kiss.

It’s embarrassing how you’re instantly engrossed into it. It’s needy, hot and searing, he licks around your mouth and you tangle your tongue with his. Everyone else becomes background noise as he leans into you and moans lowly into your mouth. That brings you back to your senses. The clink of utensils against ceramic, glasses on tables, laughter and chatter. But you still can’t help but turn your head so Nanami can kiss you deeper.

A hand wraps around your throat, Nanami’s hand wraps around your neck and you pull away to save what bit of dencey you two have left. You quickly look to Shoko who, with the same quickness, looks away to the other coworker.

“Oh kay,” you peel his hand from your neck, “thank you for calling me Shoko, I’ll get him home.”

“Quickly before he bends you over this table.” She jokes.

You kiss your teeth while she laughs. “Did you need a ride home?”

“And sit in that car while he trieds to jump you, no thank you,” she sips her beer, “my ride will be here shortly no worries.”

Nanami’s touch was still wandering and it takes a minute to unstick him from you. Eventually you get him out of the bar and to the car, opening the passenger side door to shove him in.

“You’re gonna be so embarrassed tomorrow.”

“Why would I ever be embarrassed about loving my wife,” he slurs out.

You lean into kiss him, your heart full with adoration.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento #fem reader #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n

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emmyrosee · 1 day ago

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Osamu has to stay with Suna for a few days.

It’s barely anything serious, a game from when they were kids is getting revamped and naturally, they want to spend the entire weekend reliving those memories as best as they can with the material they’ve got.

Osamu bounces like a little kid at the prospect of seeing his friend and playing his games, excitedly explaining the game’s lore and story line to you; you listen fully, of course you do, it’s precious to see him get so zealous about something so dear to him (it's also funny to hear him tease his brother for not being able to come indulge too).

The meetup was simple enough, dropping Osamu off in front of Suna's house early Friday morning, pick him up Sunday afternoon.

What you hadn't expected, was Suna standing outside of his home, arms crossed over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. You quirk your brow, "is... he okay?"

"I haven't heard anything from him," Osamu shrugs. "Pull up, I'll ask him."

You do as you're told, rolling up next to the angry looking Suna and rolling down the window. Osamu leans out slightly, "everything alright man?"

Suna looks past him and directly at you, his green pools intense in their glare. “You’re late,” he hisses.

You snicker and shake your head, secretly relieved he's playing an act and not destroying your boyfriend's excitement, “I'm sorry, I was just-“

“You were just nothing,” he barks, and Osamu laughs as he gets out of the car. “Do you know how worried I was? How sick I was, waiting for you to show up! I thought something had happened to my sweet boy!”

You roll your eyes, “he’s fine, I like him too much. You, however…”

“Bring it on, bestie,” Suna snickers.

“Alright, alright,” Osamu chuckles, resting a hand on Suna’s shoulder to pull him back just slightly. “Thank the nice chauffer for getting me here safe.” Then, he smirks slightly, “and then take me to get breakfast, they didn’t feed me.”

“YOU DIDNT FEED HIM? MY GROWING BOY?”

“You were just complaining how late we were being!” You’re laughing, and it give Suna the go ahead to continue.

“Oh. Oh,” Suna begins, raising his hands in disbelief. “Oh, I cannot believe you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he hisses playfully, face scrunched in annoyance, but his grin is telling you otherwise. “Count your days. Clearly, my lovely, perfect, sweet osamu isn’t having fun with you.”

“Oh we have fun,” osamu interrupts. Suna’s face contorts into one of disapproval, all while you laugh in embarrassment.

Suna points at the front door, “osamu, get in the house.”

“Yessir,” the chef chuckles. He makes his way to the entrance, and with his back turned, Suna directs his index and middle finger at his eyes before flicking them out at you, making you gasp at his audacity before he spins on his heel to leave, smirking at himself.

When Osamu blows you a kiss from the threshold of the door, Suna leaps in the air in a dramatic catch, and you honk at him while Osamu laughs.

"This isn't over!" You call after him.

"He's mine now, no givesies backsies!"

"SUNA!"

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HEHEHEEHEHEHE

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batsandbirdbrains · 2 days ago

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Listen I had some more ideas for shenanigans they can get up to while de-aged that would give the other JL & YJ team members whiplash so just bear w me pls

Just the fact that Batman decides to wear a domino mask for most of the time and therefore they can see how young he is, that alone freaks everyone out. What do you mean Batman looks like he’s 22? He hasn’t been like 35 the entire time? Did Batman just say the word “bro” when Robin vaulted off his shoulder unexpectedly? Flash’s head is spinning, and he speeds off to report what he just witnessed to the others. They’re keeping a log of everything that makes them question everything they know about Batman and Robin.

Someone peeks around the corner and sees Batman lounging on a couch, sinking into the cushion. Robin is sitting in his lap, his hands squishing Batman’s cheeks together as he says in a dramatically deep voice, “I’m a butthead. I’m going to get Robin more ice cream. I have a crush on Catwoman.”

Batman grunts at the last point. Robin grins at him. He brings his hands up and pinches Robin’s sides, and Robin squeaks out a laugh before squishing Batman’s cheeks together even tighter.

“Knock it off,” Batman says, his voice muffled through his forcefully shut mouth.

Robin leans in closer, going back to using his Batman-impression voice, “I’m big and boring.”

Batman moves his hands up to similarly squish Robin’s cheeks and say, “I’m a goober.”

“I know you are but what am I?” Robin mocks.

The next thing they know, Batman is standing up and has Robin flung over his shoulder. Robin is laughing loudly, kicking his feet and punching Batman’s back.

Batman swings him around a bit before saying in an announcer’s voice, “Finish him!” And he (gently) body slams Robin back into the couch and holds Robin down.

Another time, Green Arrow sees the two of them hanging out in what was supposed to be a locked meeting room. Batman has an ice cream bar. Robin has two, and there’s two more on the table between them. Robin’s face is smeared in chocolate.

“Your security sucks,” is all Batman says, taking a dramatic lick of ice cream. Robin nods his head enthusiastically.

“Wait, are those-“

“From the locked fridge in the locked kitchen? Yes, yes they are,” Batman tells him.

“How-“

“Robin needed a new training exercise.”

“Kinda embarrassing for you guys, really,” Robin says through a mouthful of ice cream. “Outsmarted by a little kid.”

“Very embarrassing,” Batman correct.

“Very,” Robin agrees. Then he looks back to Green Arrow and asks, “Do you guys have sprinkles?”

Green Arrow doesn’t know how to respond.

The yj team, who refuse to be kept off the Watchtower while all this is happening, see them training in the gym together. Batman spots Robin anytime he does gymnastics moves. They race each other while walking on their hands. Robin taunts Batman by saying he can’t do a specific move, and Batman gets annoyed and goes to do the move just to prove Robin wrong. Batman has Robin spar him, and then has dramatic reactions anytime Robin lands a hit, and lets Robin knock him down.

“You did way better today,” Batman says, pulling Robin down with him. Robin is grinning. “You’re getting so good. You’re gonna be so good at kicking the shit out of some goons next time we patrol.”

Batman has supervised the team’s training sessions before, but they’ve never seen him so animated. Ever. In a way, it’s almost frightening to see him having an emotion, let alone a positive one.

At one point, Robin runs up from behind where Batman is spread out on a couch and lands right on his stomach.

“Oh, bitch,” Batman gasps, coughing once. Then he chokes out, “What was that for?”

“You fell asleep! You have to stay vigilant!” Robin says. Then he pressed his nose to Batman’s and says in a snotty voice, “I’m gonna tell Agent A you said bitch at me.”

“It wasn’t at you!” Batman argues, pressing a pointer finger into Robin’s cheek. “It was an involuntary response to having the wind knocked outta me, you little gremlin!”

“I am not a gremlin!”

“Can’t let anyone feed you after midnight,” Batman grumbles.

In response, Robin licks Batman’s nose. Batman recoils immediately.

“Oh, ew!”

Robin cackles as Batman rubs a hand over his nose, wiping away the spit.

“Booger,” Batman grunts.

“Butthead!”

“You already used that one today, you goblin.”

Robin just sticks his tongue out at him. Batman returns the gesture.

“Remind me again what their relationship is?” Green Lantern asks quietly as he tries to make sense of what he’s witnessing.

“I really couldn’t even guess,” Flash mumbles.

The Batman they’re used to is always so professional. The Robin they’re used to is - well actually very similar to how he is now, but he doesn’t usually banter with Batman so much.

They almost forget how the two of them are acting like such menaces when they find Batman sitting against a pillar in the observation deck, Robin snuggled up against his chest. Batman’s chin is resting on Robin’s head. They’re both dozing off. Robin is drooling on Batman’s shirt. It would be cute if everyone who stumbled across the scene wasn’t afraid it was a trap of some sort, waiting for Robin to launch himself at them in some sort of sneak attack while Batman says it’s a training exercise.

Pls just imagine how dramatic a young justice fic would be if it was like

The one where Batman and Robin are magically de-aged to when they first started working together

So now you’ve got a very paranoid and over protective Batman who hasn’t actually met any of the other justice league members yet and an itsy bitsy Robin who looks like he’ll tear someone’s head off. The Justice League has them quarantined in the Watchtower, they’re not letting them go home to the batcave or anything, and Batman is arguing with Green Arrow while holding a flailing Robin by the scruff of his neck. He looks like a feral kitten.

Now keep in mind, no one in this scenario knows Batman and Robin’s secret identities. They’re not even really sure if they’re father and son, brothers, uncle and nephew, or maybe strange mentor and protege picked off the streets, they’ve no clue. So seeing what is now clearly a young twenty-something Batman trying to wrangle in a wriggling eight year old is both highly entertaining and totally baffling. Where the hell did these two even come from. And how has that tiny kid been around longer than some actual adult heroes.

“He bit me!” Kid Flash cries, running away from a glowering Robin.

“Don’t try to touch me next time, asshole!”

“Hey!” Batman barks, holding Robin up by an arm and dangling him in front of him. “We don’t bite super-powered strangers. Who knows what kind of radioactive germs they might have.”

“But B!” Robin’s voice is so high and whiny, Conner is starting to feel dizzy. “He tried to pick me up! He called me cute! I’m not cute I’m terrifying.”

And the two just keep bickering back and forth, Robin eventually hanging with his ankles and hands hooked around Batman’s arm. Batman is trying to shake him off like a bug. They are both still arguing with each other as this happens.

“Did Batman just accuse me of having radioactive germs?” Wally is gaping at the scene in front of him.

As is everyone else. This is a total mindfuck. Who let Batman be in charge of a kid.

The two of them do eventually, reluctantly, start to trust the league. And they’ve been told they have to stay on the Watchtower until their magic expert gets back from a mission. Four days from now.

There’s one point when most others stationed on the Watchtower are sleeping or taking a break, and Batman is holding a drowsy Robin close to his chest and looking out the windows of the observation deck. Someone brought them some casual clothes to wear during their downtime, but they both have domino masks over their eyes. Those who see them like that can’t quite comprehend just how young Batman looks without the cowl.

“The moon looks so big,” a sleepy Robin mumbles, his cheek squished against Batman’s shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause it’s so much closer here,” Batman tells him, his voice incredibly soft. “Can you see where Gotham would be?”

Robin’s head turns just slightly, looking toward the Earth, and he hums, a fist moving up to scrub at his eye.

“S’over there,” he points. “With all the clouds ‘n stuff.”

“Looks tiny from up here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Robin mouth opens in a comically wide yawn, then he shoves his face in Batman’s neck.

“S’not gonna fall from the sky, is it?”

“Nah.” Batman shifts his arms, holding Robin a little tighter. “This place is in orbit, kinda like how the moon is. It’s not gonna fall.”

“Would you catch it if it did?”

“I’d steal us a ship from here so fast, I wouldn’t need to catch it.”

“Kay.”

Batman presses his cheek to the top of Robin’s head, stray curls tickling his nose.

“Do you wanna practice your flips and shit in the morning? I’ll spot you.”

“Yeah,” Robin mumbles, “And I wanna scare Green Lantern by poppin’ outta the vent again. He screamed like a little girl when I landed on the table.”

“Do a flip when you do it and I’ll smuggle you an ice cream bar from their kitchen.”

“Deal.”

Batman has to twist his left arm funny so he can shake Robin’s hand, his right arm occupied by holding Robin up, and they shake on it.

Batman lets out a snort of a laugh, looking at Robin with an incredibly fond look on his face.

For everyone else, it’s a very long four days of them being menaces and encouraging each other to do more and more odd shit.

When they get turned back, they act like nothing was out of the ordinary. They’re not even phased when they’re reminded of some of the things they got into.

#Batman #robin #dick grayson #bruce wayne #listen I just love this idea so much okay #another funny thing is to think that everyone realizes Robin is only a few years younger than he normally is #so they also realize their normal Batman is like 30 at the oldest #what a mind fuck that would be #also this got?? way more attention than I ever thought it would so thank u all for liking my silly idea lol #I’m thinking there could be a moment where Robin is suddenly rly homesick #and he’s crying and saying how much he wants Agent A and he wants Zitka and he wants to go home #and Batman is just holding him and walking around the observation deck. bc Robin likes the stars. he’s trying to calm him down #‘I know u miss them’ he keeps whispering into Robin’s hair. robins hesd is tucked under his chin #‘we’ll be home soon’ ‘it’s okay you’re okay’ ‘I’m here I won’t leave you here’#and Robin is clinging to him and has Batman’s shirt held in a tight grip #and when someone tries to walk in to help - Batman just glares at them and mouths for them to get lost

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