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[gatorboi]

every weird stare or look I get just makes me 10x more visibly queer btw

[safetystars]

The Intervention

Rooftop. Now.

I send the photo along with my message. If my text wasn't enough already, I know this will have you running up here as fast as yours legs will carry you. After all, a man can only resist so much.

I look out over the city. Up here, it's so far beneath my feet. This is how the world should look all the time.

I wonder how you imagined I'd be content growing to just 5'7''?

Out of habit, I turn on my camera to check my makeup.

"Perfect," I whisper. My azure eyes smoulder with a smoky, piercing intensity, and the arch of my eyebrows is enticing and dangerous. I note the contouring on my cheekbones, and my bronzer and blush - all to die for. Even more so are my lips, their natural hue enhanced just a little.

I don't even need to check my outfit. As I feel the wind tousle my hair, blow dried into perfect curls, every inch of the lingerie hugs my delicious curves.

Feeling the tightness arouses me, and I look down at my phone again, sitting on my palm, its bottom edge touching my wrist, the top going just past the end of my fingers. 'This thing will soon be useless', I think, not bothering to read your message as I let the device tumble off the edge of the building.

I shiver in anticipation, and then I hear the roof door creak open.

"How did you get in-" you start. I smile as I hear you gasp, as words fail you at the sight of me in the flesh.

And who could blame you?

"So baby, this is basically a fucking intervention."

I turn, meeting your eyes.

"I’ve brought you up here from that hole you work in to show you an idea...to give you a taste... of how things... how I could be."

I don't break eye contact, but shift slightly, letting a ripple of movement make my ass cheeks quiver, my stockings and suspenders straining.

"Oh yes?" you ask, smugly. You haven't understood the situation yet, but you're practically drooling already. I sigh, stoking embers of lust.

"I'm here for more..."

"Is that so? Well-" you start to say, but I turn slightly, letting you see the the fishnet struggling to contain my breasts. Your cockiness dies as my next sigh hints at a moan, accompanied by the groan of the latex straps.

"Wow" is all you can force from your lips.

"Well, that's an understatement," I purr, as the door swings behind you and you take a few steps towards me, "and soon... any words you have will fall short of me."

Your eyes are practically popping out of your head. Just like me from this lingerie. I figured wearing this little number would work.

"This used to fit so well... until..."

I pause, biting my lip as I feel a heat deep within me as I recall that feeling of growing - power and pleasure, and my pulse quickens.

The reverie forces me to work to keep my face and tone relaxed, as I slacken the line, reeling you in slowly, but there's nothing I can do to hide my nipples perking up... Good, I hope you see that.

"But that's not enough... Just imagine it, baby. Me, as tall as this skyline. As big as- bigger than this city!"

I run a hand along my thigh and up my ass, letting my hand rest at my hip.

You open your mouth, your mind struggling to formulate words, overcome by me.

Unblinking, I croon, "And you know you can do it."

"You shouldn't be here-"

My voice is soft and deadly: the subsonic growl of a tiger, a steel dagger sheathed in velvet.

"-You know."

"Babe..."

Your attempt at sternness is endearing.

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire.

"Now, take a good, long look at me before we go down to the lab together."

Soon, only one part of you will be left with any firmness at all.

I crook a finger, beckoning you one step, then another. As you get close, I raise a hand, my freshly manicured nails glinting as I signal you to stop just in front of me. In the past, that might not have dissuaded you, but now I've got you wrapped around my finger... Soon, that won't just be figuratively.

I point down, motioning you to kneel. I can't stop myself grinning as you do, like a willing subject. Except, I don't want you to be 'like' a subject, nor should there be any question of 'willing'. I want to be utterly irresistible... even more than I already am.

Holding on to the railing, I stick my ass out and lean towards your face below me. This is making me so wet, and it only feels better as I hear a couple of stitches tear.

I lower myself until I feel your hot breath between my thighs. The heat and aroma of me must be overwhelming, even with the wind. My body is telling you how turned on I am, how much I want- no, need this. My thong feels so tight... I can't wait for it to explode off me, even harder than the last one.

"This is so hot..." you groan.

I start to slowly rise, gradually straightening my legs.

"Fuck..." is all you can murmur.

"Soon, pet," I reply, stroking your face, dragging my nail over your lip.

I lick my lips, and my voice becomes more excited, heightening along with me.

"I want you to picture me stretching out, growing taller. My legs will be getting longer, and I’ll slowly rise beside you, sliding up to match, then surpass your height. Not only that, but I’ll be thicker than you can dream; hips so wide you won’t even be able to wrap you arms around them."

When I feel your hand touch my thigh, I turn quickly. Your hand falls away with the motion, and I look down at you from on high, smirking, before leaning forward, letting my chest breasts against your face for a moment before I lift them just out of reach. Your eyes watch them sway from the momentum.

"God..." you say, and my eyes glint in satisfaction as I see the erection pushing fervently against your trousers.

"Yes?" I reply, raising an eyebrow and arching my back, hands on my hips, sticking my chest out. It strains against the bra further, and I my pussy aches as I feel a thread snap. A nipple is sticking out from one of the gaps in the netting but, truth be told, it's too big to easily fit through the hole, and is fraying the already worn bra further.

"This was my favourite lingerie. It's almost a shame it'll soon be totally and utterly destroyed... almost."

The pressure and the roughness feels incredible, and the heat inside me pulses, growing... just like I want to. I want to be touched, by myself or you, but first...

"I've already..." you protest.

"I want my chest to stick out a fucking mile," I interrupt matter-of-factly, moving back an inch. My voice and look are far off, as if I can see and am conveying that image, my flat sincerity letting you know I'm not being the least bit hyperbolic.

"W-we can't!" you whine. I would chuckle if I weren't so fucking horny.

Teeth gritted, I look straight into you, both imploring and commanding - wanton above all else.

"I need it," I say, moving my arms closer to my body, my elbows slowly pushing my breasts together, deepening my cleavage, mesmerising you, "...to feel my bra tightening, digging in as my boobs grow bigger and bigger."

Fuck, I can't resist. I grab my boobs, marvelling once again at how they already spill from between my fingers. I imagine how amazing it will be when they're even bigger. That thought makes me moan and I lean closer.

I'm briefly thankful I got new boots - I'd never have been able to balance in my old, smaller pair... Plus, I'd never had any as sexy or as high as these.

Sweat beads and cools on my brow, as I press my breasts against your face. There's plenty of them to share... While I knead them, your tongue is there, ready and waiting to serve. I moan again, louder this time, as you latch on to my nipple.

"Oh yessss... I want to feel my nipples growing in your mouth, filling it..." I say, leaning against you heavily, now pressing my breasts to cover as much of your face as I can. "...while my tits get heavier around you."

"Yes..." you echo. An admission, as your will crumbles. You will be mine.

First the carrot, now the stick.

With one hand, I grab the railing, lifting myself a little. Your tongue strains to reach my aching nipple, and I cup your chin, holding it in place, just out of reach. I lift myself a little more and rest my breasts on top of your head. For a moment, I let you grope me - partly to give you some relief, and partly because I'm struggling to resist just fucking you right now.

My panting turns to a smirk as I slowly muster myself, letting your urgent reverence to my tits continue, stroking one of your hands gently. Then, feeling balanced, I let go of the railing. I'm still cupping your chin, and my other hand stops and holds both of yours as I straighten.

"Of course, I’ll pick you up when it gets too high," I consider, casually. I rise to my full height, raised even further by my heels, and look down at you through my heavy lashes, my expression cold.

"Well... the lab is empty today apart from me."

As if I didn't already know that.

Warm, affectionate, I beam at you. "I'll hold you safe in my arms against my chest..." I gush. I stifle a triumphant laugh, letting it come out as a girlish giggle, "and I'll even let you lick my titties!"

"...While my tattered lingerie falls among the wreckage..." I finish huskily.

Towering above your kneeling form, I release you, watching your hands go slack.

"Maybe we could... but only a few more inches..." you whisper.

I turn away, concealing my smirk of disbelief at that testament.

I face the city, looking down at the tiny people... So far beneath me.

"They’ll worship this ass," I muse, taking your hand and letting you stand beside me. With these boots, I'm only a couple of inches shorter than you. I place your palm on my ass and squeeze your fingers tight against a handful. "Mmmm... but it’ll always be you who made me enormous," I say.

You look troubled, but there's no resistance as I lead you back and through the door, nor as I open the lift and pull you in after me.

The lift begins to move.

"The real clincher though?" I hiss, pressing you against the mirror and kissing you savagely. "Do you have any idea how horny this alone is making me?" I gasp, my tongue lolling at the taste of your lips.

It makes me want... "More..." I groan.

The numbers on the interface sink lower and lower, and so do I, as I press my face against your crotch. The heat and hardness are just what I want from you... I kiss your cock through the material, it pulses, straining for more, your hips bucking involuntarily. I press harder, feeling my new muscle work to keep you still.

Your ragged breathing is turning me on so much, and I shimmy, letting my sensitive nipples drag against the cloth, moaning softly. I'm louder as I grip your bulge hard, standing again. I look into your eyes, just above mine... 'For now,' I think, grinning, as I move close to you again.

I see your gaze flitting between me and the security camera pointing at us. I could have found a way to disable them, I suppose, if I'd cared.

"Soon, that won't matter anymore," I whisper, as my mouth finds your neck.

You groan. Between nipping and sucking, I murmur, "You think it's good now, don't you?"

"Aha..." is all that you can get out, as my embrace tightens, my lips and nails leaving lovemarks all you over you.

"Just imagine what I’ll do when it really starts..." I growl.

My voice is low, and it seems to echo for a moment until a 'ding' brings the lift to a stop.

"Well, big boy... Here we are..." I say, strutting confidently into your laboratory.

I move past several pieces of equipment towards the back, where I know the apparatus is.

I resist running my finger across the cool metal and glass and, with a deliberate slowness, I lean forward against the wall.

I wait, but I don't hear the machine working. I turn to look at you, my lips slightly parted, gazing into you.

"Do you like me like this?" I ask, my voice insipid with faux innocence. There's the faintest echo, and I can almost hear your heartbeat speed up.

"I... do."

You rearrange your glasses. Your nervousness is cute, and it's only riling me up further.

"Really?" I continue wryly, before putting on a higher-pitched bimbo voice. "So... You like me with bigger boobs and a huuuuge ass, with reaaaally thiiick hips and thiiighs too, riight??" I wink, wiggling from side to side, making my curves jiggle.

"Of course, it's just that-"

Your fingers are on the apparatus, unconsciously moving towards the button. I follow up, now comforting.

"That's great! And I bet you love me being tall too, huh, baby?"

I see you sweat.

I press against the wall, letting my breasts smooth and spread against the cold tiles, stretching on to my tip toes. I allow myself a light moan.

"I already said I'd make you grow more, okay?"

I beam inside, but I make sure my concern seems genuine as I reply, "Hey, what's the matter? We both want this right? Don't you think you deserve to get what you want?" I croon, then lighten my voice. "Don't I deserve that too?"

You're silent for a moment, your eyes flicking from me to the apparatus.

"It's just... fuck it." You sigh.

My chuckle of triumph is masked by the loud hum of the machine coming to life, and a light glow envelops the room.

"Indulge yourself... Indulge me," I purr, running a hand up my leg, pausing at my hip. As the hum becomes louder and the glow brighter, I feel my nipples harden against the cold tile, and I move my fingers to my vagina. The sound is heightened, and my breathing becomes a series of ragged, high-pitched gasps in time with the machine, moving faster as it speeds up, and so do my fingers in my clit.

"I hope you're-- ahh-- ready," I say, turning my head and winking at you.

The machine whirs faster.

"Yes... Yesss..."

My legs are shaking, and I can barely contain the anticipation. I want to wait until it starts before I come, but I'm so close already. I can hardly take anymore, I want to grow and come so bad. The sight of your hand on your cock... The smell of my own juices... The cold tiles against me... The pulsing yearning as I finger myself... The feeling of my tits dragging against the wall, higher and--

It's started.

Ohh...

Ohhh... "Fuuuck!" I cry, feeling the energy pulse through me. I turn my head away from you pumping your cock, watching myself as I slowly rise higher from the ground.

My breasts are still pressed against the wall, but it's as if they have a life of their own, pushing back, nipples slipping from their prison, which is only tightening more and more around the rest of the engorging breastflesh.

The latex at my waist twists and groans, stretching to accommodate my hips. I squeeze my legs together, aching from horniness as they elongate and thicken.

"You're getting so much taller and thicker..." you say faintly, overcome by wonder.

"Mmm..." Is all I can reply, as my panties gain several more rips, and my boobs strain the bra to its utmost. I can feel my shoes tightening as I gain a couple more inches in height.

"Ahh... I want more..." I moan, fingering myself faster. The feeling is incredible. I feel stronger, sexier, taller, more beautiful... "BIGGER!"

Before I know it, I'm right on the edge, about to climax...

"Yes! Uhhhh..."

The machine's vibrations suddenly die.

I turn, as from within throes of pleasure, alarm and upset emerge.

"Hey! Why'd you stop?" I demand, panting.

I look down at myself.

"Holy shit!" I'm astounded by the size of myself. Even not accounting for the extra boost from my straining heels, I can tell I'm several inches taller. I look over my humongous breasts, feeling a small rip from my bra as I try to shift my boobs to get a better look at the boots, which I can feel have been ripped a little by my enlargement. However, as I grab them, I yelp at how sensitive they are. I catch myself as I stumble, and my nipples slide once more against the tiles. Suddenly I feel the warmth of your hands as you strain to steady me.

In the wake of my growth, the touch feels electric, and I squirm, turning to lean against you, my breasts making me groan again as i brush you.

"I'm so sensitive..." I whisper, looking... Straight into your eyes. I'm still in heels, but sight of this makes me so wet. I feel massive as I look straight into your eyes. It's all I can do to stop myself going on to my tip toes to try and look down at you. Instead, I feel you stroke me, as my breathing slows, relishing in being touched.

"You look amazing," you say, your hand on my cheek. You seem to be trying to be a gentleman, but I feel your hand moving closer to my tits each time your hand goes from my neck to my collarbone, and closer to my ass as it moves down my side.

"Don't I just?" I murmur, leaning against you. I enjoy feeling of you have to steady yourself, not something you'd have had to do before when I was smaller, even if I'd have jumped fully on to you. Well, now...

"Touch them. I want you to explore the work of art you've made..."

You freeze, and I feel your grip, and something else, stiffen.

"Look how far we've come, mister." I say, lifting a thick thigh to brush your hip, before setting it down again. I move my face towards yours, and you reciprocate. Your lips are rough against my plump soft ones.

"Mmm... I feel good like this don't I? Better than before..."

My voice tickles your ear, sultry as I slip your fingers over my curves. My fingers feel longer, and though my hands aren't as big as yours, there's a strength to me that's new as I push your digits to close around generous handfuls.

"Fuck... I can't even hold your tit anymore," you breathe, and I shiver. As my lips move to your neck, I reply, "I like seeing you try nonetheless..."

I shudder as your hands grope me. It feels so good, so right, being so... big. But it's not enough.

You start to try and remove my bra.

"Tut tut. None of that, now..." I pull your hand away, and you don't resist.

"Why not?" You reply, grinning, your heart beating hard against your ribs, unable to contain the excitement in you.

I move closer, pressing against you, enjoying it as you take a step back at my advance. I kiss your fingertips one by one.

"Wouldn't you rather see it explode off me instead?"

Your face grows serious.

"Look, I said no before--"

"Mmhmm..." I nod, my kisses lowering from your neck to your collarbone.

"--and I've even made you grow again now!" Your voice rises in pitch as I approach your stomach, slowly slipping to my knees.

"A-and..." You stutter. I unzip your pants.

"Mmm..." I sigh, pulling your cock free.

"It's just not-- a-- goooo--" you falter, as my lips engulf your manhood. Back and forth, I move my head, my hair falling over my face as I suck your cock.

"Fuuu-- ohh, that feels so good..." I move faster, my licking more intense, running over your hardness. "H-how-- W-wha--" you groan, and I feel the veins throb in your dick.

"Jus' 'ook wha' I can do 'ow..." I murmur around a mouth full of cock.

"Deeper..." you groan, and I shake my head. You try to pull my head closer, but I pull back.

"I can't... You're still too big." I mewl. That'll get you going.

I begin to feign tiredness, gasping between licks, raggedly sucking. I can feel your frustration, and I keep my tits just a little out of reach of your desperate hands.

"Unnghh!" You groan, your hips bucking, and your fist hits the wall in frustration as I continue to edge you, again and again. I can taste your precum, feel your cock pulse every time you're close to coming. I've never sucked your cock this long or well - I doubt anyone has, but it's driving you mad.

"Please..." you groan, and I shake my head lightly, the sensation of the movement only titillating you further.

I pant more, affecting a high and worried voice. "I can't do it... It's just too much!" I whimper, though I'm grinning inside.

I move back, unlocking your fingers from my hair. Then raising myself a little, I push my breasts together around your throbbing manhood.

"Don't you just love my huge jugs? Look what I can just manage now..." I giggle, as I spit to lube the head of your cock more, and begin bouncing.

"Aha," you reply, thrusting hard. The heft of my new tits is incredible, and it feels intense. They're aching to grow more, and I find myself getting lost...

My movements are calculated and deliberate for the most part, but it's hard to maintain control, and I get close to making you come many times. 'All the better,' I think to myself, seeing you grow more desperate.

"I wanna taste you again, but my jaw hurts..." I whine, as I slow down again, looking up at you.

"We could always fuck..." you suggest playfully, but I stand up, shaking my head.

You're still breathing hard, and your cock looks fit to burst. I enjoy a moment of looking down at you on your knees.

"Wow, so soon?" I tease, poking you playfully on your cheek.

"Babe, it's been ages. I wanna-- NEED to fuck, to come..." you plead, standing up. I could swear I'm already a little taller, as your eyes meet mine.

"We could..." I consider, stroking your cheek.."But, you know, I'm having some trouble handling all of this..." I muse, idly stroking your cock. "Might be better if I rest for a while..." I trail off.

My voice doesn't sound the slightest bit tired, but you clearly don't notice.

"But, the energy from the machine, it should have made you--"

I stretch, seeming taller, and my huge breasts brush your chest. Your eyes widen.

"Well, maybe it's just a little fluke, perhaps if we just gave you a little more, then--"

"Yes!" I snap in excitement, shimmying over to the wall and laying against it, striking a seductive pose. I'm losing control, and am being way too obvious, but luckily, it seems you're pretty far gone. You're already cranking the machine to life.

"Ohhhh..." I pause, struggling to remember your name. All I can think about is growing more. "...You're going to love this." I moan, then more softly, I whisper, "and so am I..."

The light flashes, and I'm blind for a moment, overcome with pleasure.

I can FEEL it.

Feel myself growing, stretching up and out, getting bigger and bigger!

I scream in pleasure, unable to hold back, doubling over as I feel leather and latex shred under the force of expanding flesh.

"YES!"

My bra rips clean in half, the shreds flying, leaving my pendulous tits to quake, bigger with every movement. I seized and begin to fondle them, biting my lip as my nipples force my own fingers apart relentlessly.

"Mmm... Ohhhh!!"

The euphoria intensifies, and I groan as I feel my ass snap the elastic of my panties, trapping the thong in between my burgeoning asscheeks.

"Fuck... Grow!"

I move a hand down, roughly caressing myself, eliciting more screams of pleasure from my lips. My fingers trail swelling thighs, feeling a stocking tense, more and more, as I gain inch after inch in all directions. I take a ragged breath. Then, they snap, smacking my buttocks and sending a rippling pang of pleasure, making me gasp and go weak at the knees.

However, I have little time to sink, as my stockings begin to shred. As I feel the material rip, the tightness in my shoes is unbearable. It's painful, but I'm so turned on that it only adds to fuel to the fires of my lust.

I try to scrunch my toes, only to exclaim, "Fuck, there's no room!"

I grit my teeth, and my fingers move faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of my growth.

"I-- d-don't--" I say, feeling the leather beginning to rip, and exposing the backs of my calves.

"-NEED YOU ANYMORE!" my yell becoming a shriek as I come violently. I feel my beautiful new boots tear open beneath my swelling feet, ankles and calves.

My footing is unsteady on the remnants of the boots, and I grab at the wall behind me, my fingernails digging into the tiles, holding me up. Muscle ripples beneath my sweat slickened curves as my strength multiplies. As I lean back, I feel my ass pushing me forward, and my back sliding further and further up the tiles as I get taller. The remnants of my boots beneath my feet, tiny and almost forgotten, groan and start to buckle under my weight.

'How much am I growing!?', I wonder, my hands fondling my swelling tits as coherence is obliterated.

"So biiig..." I can't even tell whose voice that is echoing anymore.

I can vaguely make you out, getting lower and lower, standing behind the machine. Watching you crane your neck up and up and up turns me on, but not as much as watching you disappear as my tits, which, like the rest of my curves, are growing faster than the rest of me, block you from sight. They're so big I can even see my feet, each larger than my head, and counting. My hands move to my hips, the lower part of this perfect widening hourglass. My thighs quake and flex, as if aching to crush something. I can hear my own voice, announcing every time I come again. And still on I grow...

"No... More..." I shiver, shaking as the thrumming slows to a halt once again. I find my fingers deep in my pussy, but I can't bear to remove them.

"Babe... you look incredible!" Your voice sounds far off and scarcely registers, as I look down, marvelling at my body, gasping.

I can hear you flicking machine switches, but I can't even see you anymore. I'm leaning against the tiles, much higher than before. I lean forward, craning to peer at you over the biggest breasts I've ever seen... My breasts. I inhale in excitement, and they seem to swell even further, though the machine is off. My heart is still thumping as your hand moves nearer to the dial. I wonder- hope you'll press it again. A craving settles over me, stronger than before when you close the control panel and stand. I almost say something, but I'm momentarily distracted at how much smaller you seem now.

You stare at me, open-mouthed. I can't wait for everyone to look at me like that...

"You're huge!" That pleases me, and I smirk.

"I know..." I whisper, as I examine my hands. My fingers are longer, and I see the band of a ring, stretched open. "Soon, that'll snap right off," I muse.

I hear your footsteps approaching... tentative, though, not quite afraid... Yet.

My gaze continues down my arms, sleek and soft, but I feel a strength, and undercurrent of power beneath the surface, ready at any moment to seize whatever I want. I already know exactly what that is, but first...

I look down at my cleavage. In between, I spot you below me, staring up at it too.

"Nice, aren't they?" I growl softly. I part them slightly, testing their considerable weight. Each one is huge, bigger than my head, and huge compared to yours.

You're stood a couple of paces away, but you don't come any closer.

I consider smothering you with them, but instead merely say, "Want to feel for yourself?" as I take a step towards you. The broken shoes flap annoyingly beside my feet, and I am tempted to rip them off, much like the shredded bits of my panties still clinging to my waist.

"I... uhh..." you say, and I peek through my breasts, nodding expectantly at your mesmerised expression.

I stop, looking down, and release my tits, feeling them slap the top of your head and your forehead. You seem stunned and, despite the feelings of confidence and power surging through me... so am I for a moment.

'How tall am I?' I wonder, trying to guess. You're about 6'2'', so I must be... 7? 7 and a half? "No... I don't even have the shoes beneath me anymore... I must be about-"

"-8 feet tall," you finish. I hadn't even realised I was speaking aloud.

"Wow," is all I can say. I didn't expect you to make me grow this much, not yet at least... I figured it'd take way more persuasion than that.

We're both silent for a moment. I look down at my tits. I can feel them brushing your forehead. I place my hands on your shoulders. They don't feel so broad anymore. I jiggle my breasts lightly... Tingly. I want more, though. I bend my knees until I feel my boobs brush your eyelids, obscuring your vision. Your breath is hot and fast against my torso. Your hands move to my hips. The smell of my perfume is heavy, but the air carries a faint metallic tang from the apparatus. I look at it again, the source of my ascension, and I shiver. No doubt you think that's your doing, as one of your hands squeezes a hopelessly thick buttock and the other finds my pussy... Well, well, that does actually feel pretty good... Perhaps a little palate cleanser before we continue...

"You know, knowing how much you want me to grow... It's- it's really turning me on."

You freeze and I wonder if I've said too much and if you'll spook again.

"I just... want you to touch me right now," I sigh unevenly, bending the long way down to kiss you, letting my breasts brush against your body as I descend. I need to coax you closer, tighten the snare even more...

I linger, letting your smaller lips work over mine, my fingers tracing light circles over the shirt covering your back, feeling your small hands brushing my arms. I shiver, and continue behnding until I'm kneeling. I'm so tall now that, as I do, my forehead is level with your chin.

I look up into your eyes.

"You made me grow so much that last time..." I say, conveying innocent wonder.

"Yeah... I may have got a little carried away..." you murmur, wrapping your arms tight around me. There's so much more of me in your arms. Your tone is nervous and your pulse quick as you say "I... umm... It's okay, right? I didn't give you too much right?"

"Too much doesn't exist..." I reply softly, tilting my head to look up at you. I feel your heart beating even faster, and your erection presses harder against my expansive cleavage. My nipples strain, in need of a good sucking...

"You're loving this, huh?" I ask, carefully unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. I'm not used to bigger fingers, and I just want to tear it off your body and have my way with you now, and I'm sure you'd like it... But it might make it take longer to persuade you to grow me bigger.

"I really am," you confess, your cheeks tinged red.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of." My voice carries certainty, as does my tongue, as I pull your shirt off. My hands explore your back muscles, and I breathe in your scent. Your hands are in my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp. You feel so good at this size... But you're going to feel even better when I'm bigger.

"I've never come so much as just now when I grew..." I whisper, looking up and into your eyes. "You did that."

"Maybe I can give that machine a run for its money..." You still sound nervous, but there's an eagerness.

"Let's find out... You have a go, and then we'll see how the machine holds up against... This..." I say, as I unbutton your trousers, slipping them down and pressing my palm against the hardness in your boxers before you can think about the implications of what I've just said. I elicit a satisfying groan, telling me your focus is successfully occupied.

Your hips buck, and I squeeze your ass with one hand, unable to help myself, grinning, and I press my hand harder against your crotch, making your cock twitch again in your boxers.

"I can't wait to finally be able to fit you fully," I say, and you moan in agreement as I rub, making you tent even further. My finger is in the waistband, tantalisingly close, and your hands grip my hair tight. I playfully kiss your chest again, letting my tongue loll and slide down you. I feel so fucking powerful... But I want more. I want to literally have you in the palm of my hand.

Speaking of palms - I squeeze your ass again, maybe a little too tight, and you wince, but I see you like the pain. I slap your ass, not with my full strength, but maybe a little more than I intended. That grimace is accompanied by a groan, and you pull my hair...

Fuck it. I grab handfuls of the boxers and pull hard. The sound of the cloth shredding makes me so wet.

"There it is... My monster," I say bending down and letting my hot breath run over your cock. I start to work up some saliva, and gently kiss your balls. I can't believe how low I have to bend for this.

"These are full of a special something for me, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you want..." Your confidence trails off as my fingers wrap around them, but what silences you is my mouth, in one swift, fluid motion, taking your entire length.

'This feels so much better at this size,' I think, feeling the heat from your cock, my tongue exploring, as if for the first time, the veiny hard surface of your dick. I move back and forth, coating your cock, then lingering at the head, my tongue lapping your precum. You gasp, but I won't let you move, one hand pulling your tight ass close, the other fondling your balls. Like you fucking want to move anyway...

I feel you swell and I know what's coming. Part of me wants to keep going, but it's nothing compared to the rest of me that wants to keep growing. We won't be risking any post-nut clarity... Not yet at least.

Slowly, deliberately, with a loud sucking sound and a pop, I release your cock. You groan.

"Keep going," and I look up at you, one eyebrow raised. "Please..." you say, your voice cracking. I shake my head silently, and your hands release in my hair. You are desperate and at my mercy.

I let more saliva drip down on to my massive tits. They're too big for me to lubricate them properly like this, but it'll do. Not that you'll complain. As if you ever thought you'd be lucky enough to have an Amazon like me even kiss you... Let alone...

I feel my own arousal growing as I lift my breasts. They're so fucking heavy... the tautness of my arm muscles feels almost as good as they do. But your cock between them... I moan as we both stare at your huge cock completely disappear. Before all this started my little boobs could even close around it. When I'd arrived here, after the first couple of goes with the apparatus, you'd made me just big enough to get my tits to form something for you to fuck. A few minutes ago... Who fucking cares.

Now, my tits are so fucking huge that your cock is drowning in them. I don't need to prompt you to start fucking them. I feel your ass muscles clench against my hand as I push you to fuck harder. I say it anyway - I want your every thought bent to me and making me grow.

"Fuck these tits -" slap slap

"-these titties you've made so round," slap slap slap

"so full," you're groaning with every thrust. I let go of your ass, letting you thrust freely, and you redouble your efforts, trying to match the power that just my hand gave to your hips.

I pinch my nipples, looking at you and drawing ina breath. "-so sensitive," I pant.

Then my eyes move down, drawing your gaze.

"-soo BIG... That you're gonna make even..."

I gasp, moaning. You're so hard, and you're hanging on to my every word.

"-even" I let the word escape, then moan, as if I can't finish my sentence.

There's a tension in you. You need to hear it.

"-eeeven..." I say, rubbing your hard cock faster. My tits are so big that your cock doesn't even touch my torso.

"Bigger!" you grunt, and I feel you about to come, but I'm so turned on that I drop your cock and I immediately lie down, spreading my legs. 'Fuck it, I'll risk it.' This was supposed to drive you nuts with desire, but you coming at the thought of me growing is hotter than I could have imagined!

"Fuck me!" I moan, mashing my tits together, my pussy dripping.

I feel your hands on me, so small, so eager... Then they're gone. I look up, confused.

You're moving away.

"What are you doing?!" I cry out, frustrated and horny. I begin to sit up, but only get as far as on all fours before I hear that coveted hum.

I don't even have time to gasp before it hits me.

My ass.

My tits.

My pussy.

My entire body.

My tits swell, pooling on the ground, and I feel the weight and curve of my ass and hips increasing. I spread, taking up more space, stretching...

Everything seems silent in the din of my moaning. All I can see is you edging yourself again and again beside the machine, and I see stars as I feel myself grow, and grow, and grow.

Eventually, but all too soon, the pleasure of the pulsing expansion slows. I watch, mesmerised, as my tits continue to spill over my hands as my breath begins to even out.

I compare myself to the nearby railing - 10 feet or so, I recall from the lab plans. My shoulders and calves stick out beyond each end. I shiver again, coming at just the realisation of this. The things I can do with this body... I slip a finger into my pussy, gasping at the wetness and sensitivity - an echo of the ecstasy of growing. I begin to make circles, slow and rhythmic, like the pulsing of the apparatus, and I let my fantasies run wild. "Bigger..." I whisper, as my panting slows enough for me regain the ability to speak.

I don't need to look at you to know what you're doing. I hear your grunting, the slick sound of hand against meat. I listen, all the more turned on knowing you must not be able to take your eyes off me.

And who could fucking blame you?

I'm enormous... Each of my tits alone must be the size of your torso. My ass could cover half your body or more. I look at my reflection in a screen I must have accidentally shattered as I grew. My face is that of a serene demi-god. I flex, watching my body ripple, curves and muscle. I feel so strong, so alluring, so powerful...

As the growth slows to a stop, I turn.

"I don't know how many times I've just come... but I feel hornier than ever."

I look to your cock, glistening with your own cum, but still rock hard. Then my eyes travel upwards to meet yours, and I wink.

"Bet you wanna make me bigger."

Your pumping increases.

"Bet you'd love to see these hourglass curves swell even more, wouldn't you?" I ask huskily.

"Faster," I whisper, licking my lips.

"Just imagine... fucking me as I grow bigger and bigger, coming all over your cock with this giant pussy, putting my massive tits in your face, so heavy you can't even lift them... Till you can't even handle all of me..." I moan. This is definitely to persuade and entice you further, but I'd be lying if I weren't incredibly turned on by the idea of this too.

"Aha..." you grunt, jerking yourself off. I pinch my nipples, nodding in encouragement.

"Do it for me. Come as you pull that lever again and make me grow. Cover my gigantic ass as it grows!" I gasp.

You keep pumping, biting your lip.

"Yesss..." I hiss, almost there myself.

The veins in your cock are standing out. You're almost there.

"It's time, little man. Get ready for me to rock your world." I groan. I can almost feel the sensation, a hair beyond reach.

"Unghhhhh!" you groan, at the edge.

"What are you waiting for? Turn it on, now!" I moan, desperate with anticipation.

Your hand hovers in the air a moment, then moves back down to your side. A troubled expression crosses your face, but then you focus on pumping.

An unexpected anger flares within me for a moment, and I extend a hand, reaching and knocking aside your fingers from your cock. You stumble a little. Whoops...

"Do it now," I say, firmly. Your brow creases, and I lighten my tone. "Then you can finish that!" I wink, licking my fingers intent to begin to returning to touching myself.

"Babe... we can't..." You sound parched.

"I thought you were a real scientist?" I mock, fluttering my eyelashes, trying to keep a cool head, though something inside me boils. I take a deep breath, focusing on enjoying the sensation of my huge chest propping me up, smiling as I think about how much more I will soon be.

You've taken a step back.

No...

No mercy. I press - more fuel to the fire. I trail a long finger along your quivering thigh, flicking your erect cock lightly. You wince. You look painfully horny. Good.

"I-I am a real-- I just... Look isn't this enough?!" You say, gesturing wildly at me.

I remain expressionless, letting your eyes roam over me, my huge bubble butt, pooling tits, thick hips and thighs, and the rest... all of which I'm struggling not to touch - I repress a smirk, imagining how much worse it must be for you. It must be almost as hard as your cock, this attempt of yours to be rational - you're obviously failing, or you'd know you lost this battle the moment you picked up your phone this morning...

I let you keep staring, looking for words, before you realise I haven't replied. I let my eyes bore into you, giving you the answer you already knew.

If I stood, I think I'd be about twice your height. Still, it wouldn't do to resort to unpleasantries - not when this fun game can continue. "You wouldn't leave a wanton woman waiting, would you?"

I gently rub my thighs, and I'm surprised as a scent wafts from me, potent, raw, and sexual. The pulse at your neck quickens.

"I mean, you grew me so much just now without me even asking... Why is that? Did you want more of me? Don't you still?"

I lift my leg, showing the ruins of a heel hanging from foot... tiny. I feel so strong, so powerful... I want you to worship this body.

"You know, no one's stopping you going further, getting what you want - what we both want - what we deserve." I croon, as you gulp. I reach out, carefully stroking you.

"Or perhaps you'd like to savour this? Work yourself up towards growing me even bigger?"

I stroke faster, gently bumping him towards me with my other hand.

" Hmm... You know, if that's it, perhaps an interlude might be fun."

"Babe, I want you so bad..."

"I know, believe me, I can feel juuust how badly you want all of this..." I say, gripping your cock, "and more," I add in a whisper, and I feel your cock pulse. There's only so long till you activate that machine again - we both know it.

I leave one hand rubbing your shaft, but move the other towards myself. With painful slowness, I start pulling the ripped tatters of my thong from between my asscheeks, loosing a long, light moan as I do so.

"Fuck... I can't believe this is real - that this is actually happening," you gasp, as I slowly spread my legs and begin to raise myself.

"As if you could ever dream anything this spectacular," I chuckle, smacking my ass. I sigh, and pull you in for a kiss. Your lips move against mine, and your hand caresses my face. Your touch feels more delicate now, more reverential. I like that... You trace your fingers over me, and I shiver. The sensation makes me realise how much I've changed. My features feel different, more exquisite and beautiful, as if even more refined. "Mmm..." I purr. "Very nice... But your mistress is impatient... and wants to be fucked." l shove you backward towards my ass. The number of steps you have to take to get there sends chills down my spine. I am so fucking big. I continue to lift myself on to my knees as you walk. "Get your ass back there, boy. There's a whole lotta woman who needs a whole lotta fucking now."

I stop lifting myself as I feel your cock against my vulva. It feels more intense than I could have expected, and I smell my juices before I even feel the wetness. I look back as your hot hardness moves into me, making me cry out. I'm so big... I can't believe how good your cock feels though.

"So-- sensitive--" I manage to choke out between gritted teeth as you start to thrust.

Your hands feel so good on my hips, your arms spread and resting on the shelf of ass in front of you. I push back against you, almost bowling you over in my fervor before I exhale deeply, trying to keep calm and let you do the work.

"Ahh... Yes! Juust like that!" I find myself saying. "You feel so big and hard in me," I moan, as you keep thrusting. Every grunt, every thrust, your smell mixing within mine, the roughness of your hands gripping piles of me and my curves... It's all so much. "H-how can it feel soo... Uhhhhhh! GOOD!" I cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes, unable to focus on anything else.

"Mmm... your pussy feels so amazing. I love pushing up against your ass!" you say, smacking my booty.

"You like all this?" I ask, desperate to for the words of worship.

"Yes! I love your huge, gigantic ass, swollen and round against me, too much to handle!"

"You will fucking handle it if I say so!" I growl, pushing back against you, almost bowling you over. Your cock only seems more eager as I push harder against you.

"Yes!" you answer quickly, compliant and horny.

"I want you to fuck and worship every-- Ahh-- inch of me!" I say, my voice a shaky rasp, as I pinch my nipples.

"I will! Yes!" you pant.

"And it'll be difficult, because there'll soon be even more of me to praise, isn't that right?" I retort, reaching to help you thrust harder into me.

You don't reply, and I feel an anger rising.

"Isn't that right!!" I repeat, pushing you as deep as you can fit into me. It's too much - the sensation overwhelms me, and I scream in pleasure, coming and letting go of you. I shiver, my pussy on fire. You haven't stopped thrusting, but I come even harder as I hear your voice.

"Yes..." you groan, and I feel you on the edge of coming. Your cock is so full, so hot and hard inside me. Delicious...

I have to force myself to pull away, away from that cock, that cum I want soo badly inside me.

I pant, moving further away from you as I feel you trying to put your cock back in me.

"Babe--"

That petname is starting to irk me. You should be addressing your better by a more appropriate title. I shouldn't let that slide--

"I really want to. This is like my fantasy come to life, but--" you start.

With a simple move, I pull you forwards, and you trip, face first, into my pussy.

"If you want to be forgiven for that, you'll put your tongue to better use for me. Now, worship me. Seek redemption, and perhaps I'll let you come."

You don't even protest, but begin to eat me out doggedly and thoroughly.

I let you keep going, and you know better than to let up for longer than a breath of air. As you pleasure me, I squeeze my thighs, just a little... it wouldn't be a good idea to crush you now... I need you for that machine.

Finally, I relent.

"You have my permission."

You don't stop immediately, your face buried in my cunt. This has never felt so good, but I don't mind as you stop. However, as your cock touches my pussy, I turn fully around towards you, raising myself to a sitting position. Even like this, I'm much taller than you. The feelings coursing through me - pleasure at the literal manifestation of a god complex... it's distracting.

"Who said you could fuck me?"

I raise a stern eyebrow.

"But, you said..."

"I said you had permission."

"Yeah... so why aren't you letting--"

"You thought to fuck?" I grin cruelly.

"Well, yes..." you say, confused.

My other eyebrow raises.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better. No, that wasn't permission to fuck, though you've done an excellent job." I can't hold on any longer to the pretentions of meekness. I'm losing it by the moment, with every inch of growth.

"So, Mistress, what do I have permission to do, please?" you say meekly.

"I think we both know..." I say, looking at the machine. behind me.

A word escapes your lips.

"No?" I ask, as if I can neither believe nor understand the statement.

"Look... this is fun, but... It's getting... dangerous!" Your voice is panicked, and you look around, as if someone else will back you up - be the voice of reason. There is no one but me. I am your world now.

"I know what's best," I reply. My voice is level, but unbending. This is a statement, not a correction - reminding you of an established axiom. There's reassurance there too, an undertone telling you to give up, because nothing is in your hands any longer, and soon, the same will be true of the whole world.

You try to start speaking.

I put a finger to your lips, and bring you towards me, in an embrace.

I smother you in my breasts. They're literally inescapably massive now, and almost your entire body seems to fit between them. Just then, I feel a quiet pulse, and I'm unable to suppress a moan at the sensation... or the sight. My tits just grew bigger. All by themselves.

"The time is long past that you could say no," I say. My voice is calm, but we can both feel me getting wet again. I kiss the top of your head, and feel another pulse. A low moan escapes me, and I shift, feeling myself expand again. It's not as powerful as the apparatus' effects, but it's stronger than the last burst I felt a few moments ago.

I regain most of my composure.

"I don't even mean because I could physically make you do it now - and we both know you'd have no chance," I say, feeling a creeping flame lending further and further strength to my muscles, and pouring fire to my loins.

You shiver, but your cock flexes. My nipples harden as they expand a fraction more.

"No. The moment you found out that I wanted to grow even an inch, and you knew you could give it to me, that was it for you, wasn't it?" I whisper, stroking your cheek and hair, my breath shallow as I feel my heart thumping just like the humming of the apparatus. My ass knocks over a cart covered in electronics as it swells. My curves seem to still be growing a little faster than the rest of me.

You say nothing.

"And that's why you're so special. You saw a glimpse of what I could be, how much more..." I falter, as I see my legs begin to lengthen. I try to hold back a scream of pleasure... It feels so good. I continue.

"You're just --holding back because the idea of your ultimate dream has begun to manifest... and that scares you." I wonder if you've realised yet... That I'm growing even without the apparatus now.

"It-it does," you admit; a small voice of a small man, but with big purpose.

"Good," I growl lightly, pressing my breasts together. I feel the air exit your lungs, and I hold for a moment before relenting, then let you take another breath.

You look up at me, your expression wild with fear and confusion.

I do it again, feeling you seem to shrink as I grow, and my tits grow even faster. Inch my inch, my boobs swell till they can cover your whole body.

I look down, then raise you higher towards me, reaching to bring you to my lips. I kiss you as you pant, then turn you and let my hot breath wash over your ear as you shake like a leaf.

"Fear is something you'll need to become accustomed to, my little subject. All of you will."

"What do you mean?" You ask, your dread only thinly masking fascination and... longing. It must be obvious now that I'm growing, as I lean back, holding you with ease in one hand, my breasts gradually closing the distance between us.

I look into your eyes, watching my face slowly shift, my features ever more refined.

"We both know the answer to that. You're going to use that apparatus, one last time. And you won't switch it off. In fact, you're going to disable to override switch."

With one quick motion, I raise your body to my lips, and lick the cum off your cock.

I linger, gently sucking your cock, my huge tongue gently working your shaft until I feel another rush of cum.

"Mmm... you taste so good." I murmur, setting you down.

"You can hardly stand, can you? But hurry now... make me a Goddess."

You begin to turn the dials on the machine. I can hardly focus on looking at you, hardly notice you at all as you work.

I'm growing faster now, and my expanding body has started to knock a few things over. It feels at least as strong as the first few beams from the apparatus. I can't even imagine what it'll be like once it starts... once my apotheosis commences.

The beginnings of a familiar hum. My focus snaps to attention as I see the apparatus begin to glow. Gently, I pick it up, and place it deep within my cleavage.

You stand there, and we both listen to the hum. Any moment now...

"Babe?" you ask.

I ignore the infraction, and I begin to lower myself until I am as close to eye level with you, practically lying to the floor.

"Yes?"

"Remember me," you whisper.

My lips hover, inches from yours, and you lean in to kiss me, before a sudden rumble echoes through the room, and I feel my growth slowly accelerate. The burning lust within my heightens.

One last time, I look down at you.

"I've already forgotten your name," I respond - not an unkind sneer, but a simple statement of fact. I have no time, nor inclination to see your expression nor hear anything you might say, as the apparatus comes to life, nestled within my chest.

The word burns into me, making me...

"More...

so...

much...

MORE!"

'Finally...' I think to myself. I vaguely recall someone had once imagined I'd ever be content to stop growing, and I laugh at the notion.

Then, the thought fades, as I continue to ascend, the pleasure overtaking me, and the world, and beyond.

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[ivyrosetglued]

Halloween Bet Part 3

Clint rolled over, his brown hair tangledly falling over his face. He slept through his alarm clock and jumped out of bed, shivering as his long hair touched his back. He seized the assortment of floral-scented soaps that his sister had bought for him. He climbed into the shower while still dozing off. He smelled like he had rolled in a flower field after washing himself with his new soaps. He thought the scent was lovely, but he preferred it on women rather than on himself. Lucy texted him to get dressed, so he did, and he went down to meet her at her car.

"Wait, yesterday I forgot to ask. that lasts longer than a week, right? He said it on the edge.

"Yeah, but if you want, I can take them out in a week."

"Ok." His sigh was still doubtful.

They hopped in the car and headed to the nail salon.

His sister struck up a conversation as they travelled, asking, "What colour nails are you thinking of getting?"

"I don't know, maybe a lavender accent nail with a sparkly blue accent nail; how about you?" Clint reasoned that he might as well agree to this because his sister could make it significantly worse.

Oh, how lovely. I'm envisioning pink.

Before he exited the vehicle when they arrived at the nail salon, his sister turned to him and said, "Claire smile." Clint grins.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems like when you put your lipstick on, you didn't check your teeth. Always check your teeth for lipstick, Clair!" His sister reprimanded him.

It was my first time applying makeup, so I'm sorry.

"It's okay"

They entered the nail spa. Hey girls! she said as she turned around in the nail salon. Shall we paint your nails?

The woman then moved over to his toes and painted them lavender after he had acrylic nails applied. After saying "thank you" to the woman, Clint and Lucy left to find Lucy's car. What else are you going to do to me? Clint asked Lucy as he turned to face her. With these dreadful nails, I feel as though I cannot use or touch anything.

Don't be such a buzzkill, his sister sighed. The last thing we're doing today is absolutely stunning, and those nails are no exception.

Clint waited impatiently. "It's a surprise." They sped off in their car.

When Lucy approached the "Pristine Piercings" store, she pulled up.

When Clint noticed this, he and Lucy exchanged "no" responses.

"Yes" "No"

"Yes. Come on, Claire, many men have their ears pierced, and if you don't do it here, I'll do it to you myself.

Okay, I might as well hire a pro to handle it.

When he entered, a woman led him to a chair.

Clint took a seat in it. On both ears, he experienced a slight pinch. When he got to his feet, he noticed that his sister had already given him earrings.

She said, "Here," and handed him a bag. Put these in the bathroom. I want to be surprised.

After a protracted struggle, Clint managed to get them inside the restroom. He noticed two hearts hanging from his ears when he looked up.

His hair was tucked behind his ears. The person who had done his ear piercing exclaimed loudly, "Oh, those look absolutely beautiful on you, hun!" as he left. "I agree," his sister said while giggling.

After the day was over, Lucy drove Clint home and gave him his outfit for the following day in a bag. She then yelled out of the car, "I have a surprise coming tomorrow morning!" before she drove off

[cowboybrunch]

writerblr interview tag!

thank you for the tags @tragedycoded (here) @sableglass (here) and @saturnine-saturneight (here) <3 ive been meaning to get to this one for a minute sooo let's get into it

Short stories, novels, or poems?

i started with poetry, so it has a special place in my heart. all of my short stories turn into beasts. is it a cop out answer to say all of the above?

What genre do you prefer reading?

it'd be easier to list what genres i don't like. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read anything. lately i've been on a sci fi kick (thanks Pierce Brown) but i love a good modern trashy romance as much as the next guy (i read the booktok sludge so you dont have to!) im not really a nonfiction guy but hey, if anyone has some recs, ill give em a shot

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

def NOT a planner. usually when i start writing i have a vague idea of where we start and where we need to end up, but what happens along the way is a surprise for everyone involved

What music do you listen to while writing?

SILENCE. sometimes white noise. i cant focus with music, brain gets jumbled

Favorite books/movies?

of all time? oh god for books, probably This Is How You Lose the Time War or The Song of Achilles but The Locked Tomb series is def up there. not a novel but i've read Bluets by Maggie Nelson so many times i probably have it memorized by now favorite movie is Zoolander, easy answer. that movie owns. i can watch it on repeat and ill never get sick of it

Any current WIPs?

Dust to Dust is still alive but im taking a bit of a hiatus before hopping into the final bit (tag is here if you wanna see me ramble about it) Felix Wonder is the fun time brain break WIP of choice currently and im working on draft 3 of Burden of the Reluctant Death (we will get to the ending this time. we will)

Create a character description of yourself: 

Elusive, or pretends to be. Too much energy in too small a body. Refuses to sit properly in a chair. Prone to fits of melancholy remedied by sunlight. Easily excitable, but fussy. Same outfit every day: big sweater, little pants, fuzzy socks. Nails bitten bloody but at least her hair is clean (if a bit too long for summer)

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

i could say no but that would make me a liar

Are you kill happy with your characters?

i was gonna make a joke but it would be spoilers soo. i write about grief. no way everyone makes it out alive

Coffee or Tea while writing?

coffee. i dont like tea (sorry sorry!)

Slow or fast writer?

im very much a burst writer so. flood or drought, no in between. lately i'd say SLOW but im just waiting for that spark u get me?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

this really isnt fantasy but i feel like i was destined to be the kind, slightly off-putting maintenance man in a haunted apartment building that says cryptic things like "don't take the east elevator on a full moon" and "the air conditioning has made that noise since the fire in 12B"

Most fav book cliche:

yea there's only one bed and ill eat it up every single time!!! also: "i didnt know where else to go" or basically any overdone romance trope you can think of. im here for it

Least favorite cliche:

if there's a cliche that i dont like, i havent found it yet

Favorite scene to write?

confession scenes of any kind! scenes where the big tough character breaks down. any kind of emotional revelation, positive or negative

Reason for writing?

words in head, need words out of head ok ok fine, serious answer. i feel like writing is both asking and answering the question, "have you felt like this before? has anyone ever felt like this before? am i alone?" and it's proof that you're not the first and only person to ever experience the things you're experiencing. even this made up guy in this pretend world understands rage and despair and joy and grief and love. the source is different but the result is the same. human connection, man. love it and! it's fun. im having fun

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[shadowqueen402]

The Maiden And The Huntsman: Chapter 12

When Queen Primrose awoke, she slowly sat up. But to her confusion, that proved to be a lot more difficult than before. With her strength, she stood right back up. She was still in the dungeon as nobody moved her. So it was great to see that she still remained.

Something told Queen Primrose to look at her hands. When she did, she blinked in surprise. Her once youthful looking hands were now full of wrinkles. The evil queen grabbed a nearby hand mirror and looked into her reflection before gasping. She had no longer recognized herself.

Her once platinum blonde hair was silvery white. Her entire face looked aged and was covered in wrinkles too. Bags were underneath her piercing violet eyes. Some of her teeth were missing and her nails were now sharp.

But what got her attention the most was her outfit. She was no longer wearing her elegant black dress and tiara. Rather, she was wearing a black, cowled robe with long sleeves and grey slippers.

Her shocked look wore off and her evil smirk grew back. "The spell finally worked!" She said aloud to herself. "Now to complete the next part of my plan…"

She sauntered back to the spellbook and flipped a page. Her eyes lit up when she spotted another particular spell. She read the spell out loud:

"One taste of the Poison Apple and the victim's eyes will close forever in the Sleeping Death…

Dip the apple in the brew

Let the Sleeping Death seep through

On the skin, the symbol of what lies within

Now turn red, to tempt the maiden with skin so white

To make her hunger for a bite

When she breaks the tender peel

To taste the apple in my hand

Her breath will still, her blood congeal

Then I'll be the fairest in the land!"

Little did Queen Primrose know that Jax heard everything…

(Meanwhile, back at the Scottish kingdom)

"I do hope that Reala is alright," NiGHTS said to Balan. "Sure, he and I have a rocky relationship. But he's still my sibling. I also hope that he finds the princess and brings her back home."

Just then, Jax barged inside the castle. He must have ran from where he came from as he was obviously panting. "'Sup… fellas?" He called from afar.

"Jax, what brings you hear, my good friend?" Balan asked. "Do you have information about Queen Primrose that you wish to send?"

The purple rabbitoid caught his breath for a moment. Then, he looked up at NiGHTS and Balan. "Queen Primrose plans to eliminate the princess," He explained. "She got mad upon finding out about my little trick. She's even planning to poison Princess Aria with an apple. Not sure how that's going to work."

"Oh no!" NiGHTS was shocked to hear about this. "Reala has to find Princess Aria and fast! Before Queen Primrose gets to her! What else did you find out?"

Jax sighed. "I know exactly where Balan's brother, Lance, is. Queen Primrose has him trapped inside a mirror. There, he is forced to tell her nothing but the truth. I've discovered this after Queen Primrose showed me her spellbooks."

Balan and NiGHTS looked at each other. They both nodded in determination. Then, they turned back to Jax. "My dear friend, we must not make haste," Balan said. "To save my brother, no more time we shall waste."

"Lead us to Queen Primrose's castle, Jax," NiGHTS said. "But if you don't feel like running back, I have a different method." They smiled as they held out their hand.

Jax blinked. Then, he took NiGHTS's hand. Before he knew it, everything went white.

Madame Prim belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Aria belongs to me.

[alwaysthesitter]

@devildungeondm

"I'm going to go and get a drink, man. I think that will help with the fact that I clearly don't fit in here." Not for lack of trying, that was for sure. After Eddie had helped him a few weeks ago with outfit choices, Steven Alexander Harrington had gone the entire nine yards. He had even enlisted Nancy's help in getting eyeliner on. He felt he might look better with some piercings or something, but Steve was still too much of a puritan prep for that nonsense.

He was wearing the jeans that Eddie had helped him to rip up and shred in his room that day, along with a studded black belt. Robin had painted his finger nails black, and they'd decided together to throw him in a crop top that showed off the thick trail of hair dipping into his pants. He felt the most unlike himself he ever had, but he knew damn well that a polo and keds weren't going to fly at a metal concert.

"You want anything?" Steve asked, already flipping through his wallet as hazel eyes searched for a few dollars and his fake ID. He was almost twenty-one, society could kiss his damn ass. With everything he had been through the past few years, he deserved a damn beer. He squeezed Eddie's wrist as he walked away to go and find the bar, pushing through the crowd of people and leaning against the counter while he waited.

"Hey gorgeous." He heard it in his ear before he looked, rolling his eyes. "Eds, babe, I told you that I would be right back and - " He turned to look where he thought Eddie would surely be, surprised to see someone he had never met. "Oh, I'm sorry, thought you were someone else." Steve muttered, about to turn back to the bar before one hand was caging him in on the right. A move he had done so often in the halls at Hawkins High, that he now realized was fucking predictable.

"What if I'm exactly who you're looking for?" Ugh, gag. Is this what people felt like when he put on the Harrington charm? No wonder he had gotten more 'you suck' tallies than not. "Yeah, well, you're not. My boyfriend is actually one of the performers tonight, so." "Come on, just let me buy you a drink? Just one?" Steve felt the hand on his bare waist, narrowing his eyes a bit. He wasn't going to start a fight at Eddie's concert, but damn if he wasn't ready to throw a punch like old times.

[mistydeyes]

Hey there! Can I request a pair-up thingy for the mw2 boys?

If yes then here's some info regarding me. (It's long as hell so beware)

Appearance: Appearance-wise, I can describe myself as emo but in a casual way. I have black hair styled in an undercut, I have a few piercings and the classic dark eyeliner and black painted nails. Most of my wardrobe are in the monochrome spectrum. Other things to note is that I'm shorter than usual, is sorta toned, and has light brown skin and eyes.

Personality: I tend to be described as chill yet funny by other people. It's true but I can be abit of a gremlin when I'm close to people. I am a huge introvert and barely makes any new friends (also caused by a few shitty friendships and resulting in trust issues). But when I do befriend someone, I think the world of them even though my main form of affection is teasing. I do have a problem with being abit emotionally constipated and empathizing with others, but I've masked my undiagnosed autism long enough to cover all this up.

What I seek in a partner: I am pretty open-minded to all kinds of things, things of this sort is no exceptions. I don't really have a preference for a partner, whether it may be appearance or gender. Some personality traits I swoon over more are partners that can double as my best friend, patience with regards to my issues with emotions and a good sense of humor.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

How you met: Civilian As you entered the cosmetics store, you quickly made your way to the nail polish aisle. You had come here for years and knew exactly what you needed: an Essie brand black nail polish. To your dismay, when you walked to the aisle you saw a young man standing there with the last bottle. You were about to grab another brand when he spoke up. "Um, excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know if this is a good brand?" he asked sheepishly. As you eyed his casual attire and cap covering his short hair, you couldn't help but feel like this was a joke. "Yeah it is, the best one actually," you replied, "I've been using that one for years!" "Oh really, I feel bad for taking the last one then," he said before handing you the bottle. You picked out your second favorite brand and handed it to him, "here this one should work just fine." "This might be asking for a lot but would you mind painting my nails for me? It's some stupid punishment from my mate," he asked, hoping you wouldn't find him weird. You thought for a moment but didn't see the harm in it. This was the start of you both as you gently painted Kyle's nails on the curb of the cosmetics store.

A peek into your relationship: "Kyle, I hate this," you said, hiding behind the dressing room curtain. This morning you both saw a TikTok about dressing your significant other and he thought it would be a great idea. Now, you regretted it as he stood handsomely in the monochrome outfit you had chosen for him and you were in neon overalls. "C'mon love, I just want to see," he encouraged. You huffed and came out of the room in a flurry of neon orange. "I look like a damn traffic cone," you said as you rolled your eyes. "Yes but you're my traffic cone," he replied and gently placed a kiss on your forehead. Later that evening you would get back at him by painting his nails neon pink and yellow :)

[arsuns-ramblings]

hii thanks for the tag! i love doing ask games in their entirety yinstead of how they were meant to be done lol

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen? i'm on pc rn but it's a picture of some minecraft bees :]

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? probably cheese i prefer salty foods and will sometimes eat cheese even after i had my dessert. I do love chocolate tho

✨ Do you have any nicknames? Max, Sunny and Sun

🎵 Last song you listened to? Infinity Edge by Pentakill i love listening to metal while working

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? oh gods yes shamefull things when i was a kid. I still am but i struggle to write so i don't post much :((

😏 Are you on discord? Yup username is arsun_ send me a dm if you wanna add me or i will probably refuse the ask TwT

 💛 Do you have any piercings? Yup snakebites

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? How they treat other people

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? the granola soft heart cookies their the best

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? cat, i love my dogs but cats are better

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? headphones, earbuds hurt

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud? "In it? TOMMY INNIT??" i am not obsessed okay? (yes i am)

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? there's a type of sea slug that shoots their genitals to the female to reproduce and then dies.

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? night owl i hate waking up

🧸 Favorite place to nap? classic but my bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? Yup! trans (demiboy nonbinary) gay and polyamorous

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. gay hyperactive bitch

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? jeans i hate how i look in sweatpants

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order? i don't go othere ew

🧡 A color you can’t stand? in the right context i like any color tbh

💎 What’s your most prized possession? my glerch probably andeveryy drawings and notes/ birthday cards my friends gave to me

☕ Coffee or tea? tea but only iced

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? i don't think i have one-

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? since july 2023, not that long but i did not realize that much time had passed

🌴 Desert island item? if i have the basics for survival then lots of paper and pencils

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. emo/ punk but i don't have the motivation or money to do much with my appearence so i look more basic alt

🔮 What’s your dream job? book seller like please let me be surrounded by books/ mangas all the time

💙 Relationship status? painfully single

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. any shirt i really like with shorts, long socks and my red shoes

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? so many i love musicals and i love to sing so like yeah

🤎 What color is your hair? dark blond kinda

💌 Do you talk to yourself? all the time

💄 Do you wear makeup? not really except for crayon and sometimes nail polish bc i'm emo lmao

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? "you look like the lovechild of will solace and nico di angelo"

No pressure tagging for funsies: @atlantis-just-drowned @ace-cat-nerd @aceof-diamond @red-hoods-left-sock @yeathisworks @i-dont-know-i-just-like-dragons @plaguethewaters

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[chippedshake]

19, 22, 34, and/or 35 for the ask thing? No pressure obviously lol only answer the ones you wanna :))

Thanks for the ask <333

19. A fact about your personality

I am the most awkward human being ever. Sometimes I talk and the moment I close my mouth the only thing I can think is why the fuck did I just say that.

22. What I want to be when I get older

If only I knew lol. Ideally some sort of writer, whether that be poet, novelist, or playwrite, but since that doesn't tend to be a very profitable field, I'll probably go into chemistry or something like that because I actually genuinely like it quite a bit

34. What I find attractive in women

and 35. What I find attractive in men

I'm ace and demiro lmao so this might be a bit weird

But from a romantic/aesthetic/platonic point of view....

Oddly, I find it very attractive when dudes have older sisters. Don't ask why. I don't know why. It endears them to me for some strange reason.

ALSO when they’re nerdy about the same things as me (literally the source of the only hard-core crush I've had)

And hairstyles that aren't the one almost every boy in my country has that is absolutely hideous and makes them seem like they're perpetually wearing a baseball cap made out of human hair. Please. Something else. Anything else.

OH (hydroxide lmao) and knowing how to dance and having painted nails >>>>

I'm straight, so in women it's from a platonic or aesthetic point of view, but having a style that's sort of their own? Like I see an outfit and go yeah, that's Laura's.

Also knowing how to dance

Dancing is just very attractive yknow

AND MULTPLE EAR PIERCINGS

Also idc about your gender, if you're taller than me I want to hug you (I'm tall and this almost never happens)

[lepusrufus]

Double edged scalpel ch.5

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

Summary: someone please give Nicole a break for the love of Miranda. And there be smut y'all

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Seeing Cassandra's softer side made something flutter within Nicole's chest. The brunette was a sadist through and through. Witness to that fact was the array of torture devices that littered the dungeons. Not to mention the prisoners she frequently killed, only to haul them on the autopsy tables in her study to be examined, chopped and sectioned by the both of them.

But there was an uncharacteristic sort of gentleness in the way their lips slid against each other, sharp teeth occasionally biting down on Nicole's lower lip but never enough to draw blood. In the way Cassandra would drag sharp nails against flushed skin, but not go beyond the pleasurable amount of pain. Even the glint in golden eyes when Nicole went over some old notes of hers on more tricky anatomy concepts. Having an exclusive look at this side of Cassandra felt beyond intimate and the thought almost made her miss when the brunette spoke from where she was leaning over a notebook.

"Okay let's just wrap this up, I have plans."

Nicole hummed, dropping the liver she was holding in a freezer bag. Most body parts were already bagged and ready to be picked up by Cynthia and her undercooks, they were just putting into practice some things the brunette was curious about. She dropped the now blood soaked leather gloves in the sink and went to sit by Cassandra, who was scribbling some final notes.

"In that case I'll go enjoy a cup of tea," she sighed. "Tea that I had to skip because someone was eager to start on this early."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at her, accompanied by her usual smirk. "I meant plans with you."

Oh? That was new. The brunette laughed at Nicole's wide eyed expression and snapped her notebook shut. She took her sweet time putting it on the shelf with the others and checking the time, pretending not to notice the redhead's inquisitive expression. Then, she lifted Nicole’s chin with a thankfully not covered in blood finger.

"Don't get me wrong I love it here but," she grimaced, "it gets stuffy sometimes. Especially in summer."

Well, that much was true. The undergrounds of the castle were oddly warm, although not downright hot, compared to what one would expect from a castle. Pair that with the annoyingly humid atmosphere and having to wear a leather apron and gloves so as to not completely ruin your outfit and you got the perfect recipe for discomfort. She really ought to ask Cassandra about installing some kind of better ventilation down here.

"Meet me in the attic in about… an hour." She leaned down and their mouths were so close that Nicole could feel icy breath on her lips.

The attic? She's never been to the attic, it was not only off limits for most staff but also dangerous if rumors were to be believed. Not that she had the clarity of mind to voice any concerns when Cassandra finally leaned in to kiss her, complete with a nip on her lower lip that made Nicole’s breath hitch.

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The fact that Nicole had no idea how to get to the attic could be a slight problem. She had asked Anita, but not only did she not know, she also seemed mortified by the idea. Another maid just gave her vague directions to look for a ladder on the top floor. As if that wasn't like trying to find the needle in a haystack. Or the needle in a giant castle.

She was just wandering around the top floor, praying not to stumble upon anyone who would be less than thrilled to see her there. A sigh of relief escaped past her lips when she heard familiar buzzing and steps coming towards her.

"Oh Cas-" she swallowed her words when she noticed red hair spilling from underneath a black hood.

"Nicole! What are you doing here hmm?" Her inquisitive hum was way too exaggerated the same way her fangs seemed too sharp when she grinned.

"I was just looking for Ca- lady Cassandra. She asked me to meet her in the attic."

Daniela's mouth fell open, almost forming an O shape. Then back to her characteristic giggle, almost as if laughing at a joke only she knew.

"What, you don't know how to get there?"

"...Not really," she sheepishly admitted.

And that was a mistake. Nicole would've preferred to wander the hallways until Cassandra eventually got bored enough of waiting and decided to come see where her glorified lab partner was. But her plan was ruined by Daniela wordlessly grabbing her arm and pulling her in the opposite direction she was going in. She even went the extra mile to partially turn into a swarm, which made Nicole's panic skyrocket. She didn't mind bugs. But having hundreds of them fly all around you, accompanied by manic giggling was a whole other thing.

Before she knew it though, Daniela let go of her arm, laughing a little at Nicole's stumbling. She gestured dramatically towards a ladder and said:

"There you go. Say hi to Cassie for me."

"Th- thank you my lady." And with a small bow of the head she grabbed the ladder and started ascending on shaky legs.

"And enjoy your date," she called out, once Nicole was at the top of the stairs.

Blushing, she decided to ignore the comment and start looking for the sister less likely to turn her into fly food.

The attic looked… old. It was obvious that people didn't come here often, although someone probably did clean it regularly as there were no cobwebs nor dirt on any surfaces, aside from some dust. It was full of neatly arranged boxes and crates, their contents as mysterious as the castle's inhabitants. Tentative steps took her across ancient floorboards, navigating old rooms.

"Rah!"

Nicole damn near jumped out of her skin, a string of curses spilling past her lips. "Jesus fucking christ Cassandra!"

The brunette only laughed, hands on her knees and pretending to wipe a tear from her eye.

"That's what you get for making me wait for so long."

"I didn't even know where the attic entrance was! Good thing one of your sisters came to my rescue." Nicole rolled her eyes at the last word.

Cassandra stopped laughing, eyes narrowing slightly. "Which one?"

"Uh- Danie-"

"Did she hurt you?" Cassandra grabbed her arms, golden eyes looking for any visible injuries.

Nicole just laughed softly, taken off guard by the display of concern. "No, no. Just gave me a bit of a fright, that's all."

With an eye roll, Cassandra guided her further into the attic, through more dusty rooms, until they reached a short corridor, light spilling from its other end. The room they entered was relatively small, almost half of it occupied by stacked boxes as if it used to be a storage room like the rest of the attic and nobody bothered to completely clear it out. A few pieces of furniture were also present: a couch with a coffee table in front of it and paintings leaning against a wall to collect dust. This room however had a window, left slightly ajar, that allowed you to see the mountains stretching on the horizon, crowned by the beautiful orange hues of dusk.

Nicole moved to the glass to take in the view, mouth almost hanging open, when an ungodly screech from outside made her backpedal straight into Cassandra.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked, eyes widening at the sight of flying creatures circling the towers.

"Mother's flying guard dogs."

"They sound the same way I'd imagine the souls of the damned do." Nicole didn’t take her eyes off the ghoulish creatures, almost as if keeping eye contact would dissuade them from attacking.

Cassandra just shrugged. "Wouldn't be too far off. Also here." She sat on the couch, gesturing towards a cup.

Nicole went to sit by her side, grabbing the mystery cup. She frowned slightly when the steam reached her nose, bringing with it a pleasant minty and honey aroma.

"Tea?"

"Since you were so disheartened about having to skip it earlier," Cassandra averted her eyes, seemingly finding the curtains very interesting.

After a long sip, she let out a content sigh. The warmth was more than welcomed, despite the weather. She set the cup back on the table and turned her attention on the brunette, now fidgeting with the corner of a pillow.

"Thank you," Nicole said, leaving a small kiss on her cheek.

Cassandra smiled and turned around, locking their lips in a kiss that at first mimicked her gentleness, but soon turned hungry when dainty hands made their way to the brunette's nape, pulling her closer. She shifted them both, pushing Nicole down on the pillows littering the couch, until she was laying on top of her, legs on each side of her waist. Her focus was on leaving a trail of nips and kisses down Nicole's neck when the redhead jumped and barely stifled a yelp at another screech from outside.

"Ugh what the fuck is today, scare me out of my mind day?"

"How are you scared of these but countless dead bodies don't phase you?" Cassandra laughed, sound muffled by her position with her mouth against Nicole's neck.

"I used to work on corpses, not on ugly gargoyles that could chew my face off!" She gestured wildly at the window and the few creatures visible outside.

"You what?"

"You...didn't know?" Nicole couldn't help a giggle at Cassandra's confused expression.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I thought your mother told you already. Or your sisters," Nicole shrugged.

"They knew?!" And, after something seemed to dawn on her, "Oh I'm gonna kick both their asses."

Nicole couldn’t help letting out a small laugh, placing her hands on Cassandra's cheeks and, with a pout for dramatic effect, "Right now?"

As much as the sight was both funny and endearing, the warmth starting to pool at her core was making her beyond impatient.

The indignation in golden eyes was replaced by an all too familiar glint and black painted lips went back to their work on Nicole's neck. Sharp fangs pierced the skin there, just enough to draw a few drops of blood and a whine. After licking every last bit of it, Cassandra's lips moved to the collarbones and lower, hands slowly starting to undo the buttons of Nicole's pesky uniform that was in the way.

When both the button up and the skirt were discarded on the floor Nicole tangled her fingers through black hair and pulled Cassandra in for a kiss. Her free hand went to the back of the dress, pulling down the zipper and guiding it off of the brunette's shoulders. Once both of them were left only in undergarments, Nicole pulled back to look up at the brunette.

"If I knew I was supposed to dress up I would've asked the chambermaid if there's anything fancy in the uniform stash," she said, taking in the beautifully intricate lace of Cassandra's matching bra and underwear, complete with a giggle at her awful joking.

The brunette only raised an eyebrow. "Mhm I can take care of that. Not like you'll need these for long though." Her hands reached under Nicole's back to unclasp her bra and in mere moments that too was on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Then Cassandra bent down to crash their lips together, tongue slipping past Nicole's lips when a wandering hand elicited a gasp from her.

Cassandra was by no means a patient person. Quite the opposite actually. But teasingly dragging her nails across sensitive skin only to feel the girl under her squirm and whine when her hand just won't go where she needed it made waiting all the more sweet. Slender fingers started to toy with the edges of Nicole's underwear. After a groan against her lips and an impatient tug of hair, Cassandra finally gave in, slipping two fingers inside her. She felt Nicole arch into her, a broken moan escaping past her lips when she broke the kiss to let her head fall back into the cushions. Cassandra took that as an opportunity to kiss the length of her neck, occasionally stopping to suck or bite at a spot, enjoying every gasp and moan she drew out of the redhead.

With Cassandra's rough pace it didn't take long before Nicole was clenching her thighs around her hand. Cassandra kissed her, swallowing her moan as she came.

The small room in the attic, Cassandra's drawing room she would later find out, was the perfect secluded spot. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other. First evening of many.

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 16:

ℓєє נєиσ

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @mrcarbonatedmilk @curieouscapt @unknown5tar @gjheaaa @ajhdr @silent-potato

warnings: oral (male receiving), jealous Jeno, mentions of drunk sex, Jeno in those tight pants skaters wear 😭

“Watcha looking at?”

Jeno jolted, his eyes abandoning the pair of skaters practicing in the ice-rink. Just as he stopped watching, he heard a loud thud. You were laying down on your back, your partner sprinting towards your giggly figure.

“Are you alright?” He helped you up, his hand holding your waist naturally. “Stop laughing, you could’ve gotten yourself hurt.”

“I’ve fallen so many times that it doesn’t even hurt anymore, Jaems.” Jeno’s blood boiled at the name. You wouldn’t even call him by his name, while your partner had the privilege of having his very own nickname. “Let’s practice the death spiral.”

Jeno’s partner looked at him with curiosity, she’d never seen that look in his face before.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on switching partners.” Jeno shook his head, tearing his gaze off You to finish tying his skates.

“Never, I was just studying our competition.” Right after finishing his task, he extended his hand towards his friend. “We need to practice hard, we’re only a few days away from the competition.”

You didn’t even spare him a glance as they entered the rink, too focused on finding the perfect way to hold Jaemin’s hand.

“Okay, we’ve got this.” You high fived him, getting in position to start your routine all over again. “Hey, Lee! Quit staring at us.” Apparently, you had taken notice of his gaze.

“I wasn’t!” The slight blush in his cheeks said otherwise. “Ignore them, Irene.”

As much as Jeno considered training with you in the same rink a blessing, you seemed to despise him. Maybe it was because of that time he called you untalented when he was a teen, or maybe it was because of that time he left the morning after having drunk sex with you, but who knows.

Nationals were held a couple of days later. Thankfully, you didn’t have to travel anywhere this year.

You cheerfully greeted all of the people you’d met during the past competitions, wishing them luck as Jaemin called you out to get ready.

You dressed in the beautiful black dress with small diamonds around your sleeves, Jaemin wearing a matching outfit, the tight shirt making his chest and shoulders look broader. You were both provided with a thick coat to cover you from the ice rink’s cold.

“You ready?” You went out of the dressing rooms, holding his hand tightly.

“We’re gonna do amazing.”

As you waited for another pair to finish their routine, a handsome Lee Jeno approached you.

“Ready to lose?” You scoffed, looking at him in disbelief. “What? There’s no way you’re gonna win against us.”

“May I remind you who won a golden medal last year?” Now it was his turn to scoff, both of your partners looking at the scene unfolding with curiosity.

“Wanna bet?” His face inched closer to your own, breath fanning against your slightly flushed cheeks.

“Deal. If I win, you’ll have to treat me and Jaems dinner.” That damn nickname again.

“Fine, but if I win, you’ll call me Jeno from now on.” It wasn't the deal he'd originally thought of, but the sudden mention of your partner made his blood boil with resentment.

You stared at him, squinting your eyes.

“Fine.” You finally replied as your name was being called through the speakers. “Break a leg.”

You threw your coat at him before entering the ice with Jaemin holding your hand, the crowd cheering loudly for the country's favorite pair. You skated around, warming up your legs as you waited for your music to get started. You stopped at the middle of the rink, placing your hand behind the nape of Jaemin’s neck to start your routine.

The melancholic sound of violins filled the place, your legs moving backward as you started your well-practiced routine.

Jeno watched everything from outside as Jaemin lifted you between his arms, holding your waist tightly as you looked at each other with passion, almost as if thousands of people weren't surrounding you, as if you were the only ones in the room.

Jaemin threw you in the air, your body rotating a few times before you landed in his arms again.

Your routine was filled with emotions, each movement expertly performed, the crowd bursting into cheers as the end of your song approached. You both nailed a triple axel, perfectly synchronized. Jaemin grabbed a hold of your hand, your back slowly bending as he spun your body around, forming the infamous death spiral. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as Jaemin carried you once again, arm between your thighs as he gave a final spin to end your performance. You smiled at each other, proud of your nearly excellent performance.

You skated out of the rink, grabbing a few flowers the crowd had thrown at you. Your trainers waited for you, seating in a bench where you'd receive your final score.

Jeno’s piercing gaze could easily be disguised as a normal competitor's jealousy, but deep down, he knew that wasn't it. He wanted to be the one by your side, he wanted to hold your hand just like Jaemin did. He wanted you to smile at him the way you did with your partner.

As expected, Jeno lost the bet. He was frustrated, to say the least, not only because he didn't get the highest score, but because every single reporter that interviewed the golden medal winners would ask about their relationship.

‘They’re not together.’ Jeno wanted to tell them, but he knew you could handle the situation yourself, telling the reporters you were only friends.

“Just ask her out already.” Irene sat down on a bench beside him, the silver medal hanging from her neck.

“What?”

“Jeno, everyone knows you're head over heels for her. You're not exactly discreet.”

“I really don't want to think about that now.” Irene hummed, staring at Jeno while he closed his eyes, attempting to ease his turbulent mind.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of steps coming his way that he opened them again, his orbs going wide at the sight of you.

“You did amazing today.” Well, that was unexpected.

“Are you mocking me?”

“What? No!” You were suddenly regretted trying to lift his spirits. “Your routine was amazing, Jeno.”

You called him by his name. A small laugh couldn't be helped as his face turned bright red.

“Come, I have a consolation prize for you.” You extended your hand his way, your pretty fingers making a ‘come here’ motion.

“Why are you suddenly being nice to me?” He hesitantly took your hand, letting you drag him all the way to the dressing rooms, away from the curious eyes of reporters.

You didn't answer his question, instead, locking the door behind you. He gave you a puzzled look, his thick eyebrows joining in a small frown.

“I heard you talking to Irene.” You shyly confessed, playing with the hem of your black skirt. “How old are you? 10? Why didn't you just tell me instead of acting like an ass?”

“Okay, first, I acted like an ass once, and I was twelve, what were you even expecting?” He took a step closer to you, hands almost over your waist. “And second, I thought you hated me, why would I confess to someone who clearly doesn't like me?”

“Why would you assume I hate you?”

“You don't?”

“I mean, I don't even know you that well. We've trained together for years but we've barely spoken, except for that time we slept together after drinking.” The distance between your bodies was now null, chests pressing against each other. “But I would've definitely accepted if you’d asked me out. I kinda like that bad boy vibe you give.”

A smile creeped up his lips, hands settling right above the curve of your ass.

“You said you had a consolation prize for me.” You cocked an eyebrow, noticing how the atmosphere had changed in less than a second.

“Oh, really?” Your hands teased the back of his thighs, slightly tugging at the flexible material of his pants.

“Lately I’ve been having trouble remembering that night we shared a year ago, mind helping me freshen up my memory?”

“Well maybe if you hadn’t left the morning after, you wouldn’t have to be reminded, cause it would be a daily thing.” There was a pinch of resentment in your voice as you pulled his pants down, sinking into your knees to caress his growing bulge.

“Don’t tease.” He warned, grabbing a hold of your hair and slightly pulling it back. “I was scared...” he resumed your previous conversation. “Irene and I don’t have the best chemistry, unlike you and that friend of yours, so I feared not being able to skate with her anymore, I didn’t want to lose that small spark that makes us worthy of a medal, even if it’s just silver.”

“But still, you didn’t have to leave me hungover and confused in a hotel room. That was mean.” Jeno chuckled, breath hitching as you pulled out his length from the black boxers.

“I promise to make it up to you...shit.” He groaned as you flattened your tongue against his tip, the pressure driving him insane.

“You better.” You fitted as much as you could inside your mouth, massaging the rest of it with your hands as you bobbed your head.

Jeno could feel himself growing harder inside your wet cavern, length twitching at the feeling of your tongue swirling around it.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Slowly, his hips started moving back and forth, matching the pace of your head which was now controlled by his hand. “That’s it, I’m close.” His low grunts and moans had your core aching, clenching around nothing in an attempt to relive it. “Just a couple more hours and I’ll take you back to my apartment. I can’t wait to have that pretty cunt around me.” You whimpered, sending vibrations down his cock and causing his cum to spill inside your mouth. The salty liquid painted the back of your throat, involuntarily making you swallow it. “Come on, the reporters must be waiting for you.” With both hands below your elbows, he helped you up, pulling his pants back up before leaving the room with you following closely.

“There You are!” Jaemin spotted you, Jeno immediately running away to avoid rising any suspicions. “What were you doing in that dressing room with our enemy?” He dramatically gasped. “Am I being replaced? Hold me, I might faint.”

“Stop it, you drama queen. We were just...talking.”

“Mhm.” He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers and shooting a glance at Jeno. His deep frown made Jaemin smile. “Oh, and y/n?” You looked at him. “Wipe that drool off your chin, darling.”

[mochiiwrites]

🍁✨Autumn Troupe Headcanons!✨🍁

Hooray for more uncensored swearing! Sorry, this took so long! It’s hard to think of things for the Autumn Troupe since I don’t know them super well!

🍁🧡Banri Settsu🧡🍁

Whenever it's time for practice, Banri begins by smacking the back of Juza's head! (Not super hard, but enough for it to piss him off)

Diluc main, that is all. Before he got Diluc he was an Amber main, and somehow was good. Still uses her every once in a while!

Slightly intimidated by languages sometimes, I dunno how to explain it, so hopefully the dialogue does!

“Banri, come here for a second.”

“Hell no, I’m in the middle of a match right now.”

“Banri.”

“Sit your ass down and wait, Chikage! I’m busy!”

"Halika dito! Huwag kang humintay na papatayin kita at iwanan kitang dumugo sa lansangan! Inumin ng mga aso ang iyong dugo at kukunin ng mga uwak ang iyong laman. Gusto mo yan?!" ("Come here! Don't wait for me to kill you and leave you bleeding in the street! Dogs will drink your blood and crows will take your flesh. Do you want that ?!" ) I'm unsure of the translation, since the filipino was from Irumaaaaa_saaaaamaaaaa's comment on my Ao3! I just put it into google translate

“Damn! Fine, fine, I’m comin! Chill out!”

His older sister gave him a leopard plushie when he was a kid, which is why he’s fucking obsessed with animal prints!

Plays drums and almost broke the coffee table because he “jammed too hard” on it!

Constantly messing up Taichi’s hair, or he’s drumming to songs on his head.

*boom boom bap boom boom bap*

“Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise, playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday! You got mud on your face, you big disgrace! Kicking your can all over the place, singin'-”

“We will, we will rock you!”

“Haha! Hell yeah!”

🍁💜Juza Hyodo💜🍁

Likes carrying Muku or Kumon on his shoulders! Sometimes they still parade around!

“Are you sure about this, Ju-chan?”

“Yeah, you’re real light, y’know.”

“What the hell are you doing, Hyodo? Practice is soon.”

Chews on things a lot when he’s nervous! He always has gum or a lollipop to avoid chewing on his shirt, his nails and other inedible things!

Uses shorter Mankai members as an armrest, but only the ones who are okay with it! He’s polite like that.

On nights where he just can’t sleep, he’ll go on walks or drive around on his motorcycle!

Terrible with eye contact and looking like he’s paying attention. Sakyo has to snap his fingers at him to make sure he’s listening!

Y’know the awkward sibling hug from Gravity Falls, he and Kumon have done that...a lot. It’s not actually awkward though, they just liked the show!

“Awkward sibling hug?”

“...Awkward sibling hug.”

*embrace*

“...pat, pat.”

....

“Hyodos, what the hell?”

🍁💖Taichi Nanao💖🍁

Cried twice when he got his piercings, the first time was because he was very, very afraid, the second time was because he was so happy that he looked good with them!

Has Heelys! One time, he tried to 'heely' into the rehearsal room, but he immediately fell over!

Plays the ukulele! He wanted to play guitar because he saw someone serenading their partner with it at school! He borrowed Masumi's guitar but bar chords suck and his hands are kinda small, so he settled for the uke!

"Aghhh! How do you play that! That hurts my fingies!"

"I have bigger hands and more experience."

"But you're only like an inch taller than me!"

"Height doesn’t really have anything to do with this."

Has a Tiktok! He doesn't post often, it's more for looking at memes or sick outfits. (He does the dances though! He's pretty good at them but they're all in his drafts since he's not super confident in them!)

Y’know how kids crawl up the stairs really fast. He does that. Constantly. Kazunari joins in, sometimes. It pisses Sakyo off a lot, but he gave up on trying to get them to stop.

"Taicchan, what are you doing?"

"Kazu-kun! I got the zoomies!"

"Nice! Can I join ya?"

"For sure!"

*Rapid thumping up the stairs*

"Aren't you gonna stop them, Sakyo?"

"...If I had that ability, they would've stopped a long time ago. Those idiots don't listen."

He LOVES Sk8 The Infinity! Langa's his favourite character! He's also probably a Reki kinnie!

🍁💙Omi Fushimi💙🍁

(It's blue like his regular shirt and Tumblr doesn't have any other colours ;-;)

Despite being tone-deaf, he hums a lot when he cooks! No one seems to mind it!

Enjoys scrapbooking! He kind of prefers scrapbooks to albums, since scrapbooks have a more homemade vibe, you know?

Gives the best hugs, and tends to hold hands with the younger members when they cross the street!

Regularly has this conversation!

“Banri, have you eaten?”

“I dunno Omi, have YOU eaten?”

“...I have. But that's not what I’m concerned about.”

“...I had a granola bar like, an hour ago.”

“...I’m making you something.”

When he first joined the company, he took notes on what everyone liked and didn't like to eat, plus if they had allergies! He still has it, he just doesn't need to use it anymore!

I feel like something like this has happened once!

“Ah, Omi! Can you help me grab something?”

“Oh, sure. What do you need, Sakuya?”

“Homare asked me to get some of that tea, but I can’t rea-”

*lifts Sakuya like Simba*

“Ah! Omi, haha! What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it! Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! It’s kinda fun actually.”

🍁💛Sakyo Furuichi💛🍁

Absolutely blind without his glasses, like it’s really bad. He walked into a doorframe without his glasses. Thankfully, no one noticed (he thinks).

He has a bit of bubble-wrap in his a pocket all the time and sometimes he uses it as a threat! (Hopefully that made sense...)

“Settsu, move over.”

“I literally can’t! Your fat ass is taking too much space!”

*pop*

“Just scoot your lazy ass over.”

*pop*

“I can’t I already-”

*pop*

“...Alright, I get it! I’ll shut up! Jeez, how is that so threatening...”

“...Asshole.”

*pop*

“...Sorry.”

Definitely told Azami that Santa wasn’t real when he was like 6.

Sakoda got him a mug that said #1 Dad but he crossed it out and replaced ‘Dad’ with ‘Aniki’! Sakyo still drinks out of it, sometimes!

Azami also made him a friendship bracelet when he was a lot younger. Sakyo doesn’t wear it (because it doesn’t fit him anymore) but he still has it! He likes rubbing the beads between his fingers.

Good at trivia! Like, really good. He somewhat enjoys Trivia Murder Party. (I just watched a play through and skipped to a random question, I have no idea if it’s actually hard lol.)

“Which body of water connects the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic Ocean?”

“Wh- How are we supposed to know that?!”

*Sakyo answers ‘The Strait of Gibraltar’ and is the only one who answers correctly*

“Fuck, my thumb slipped.”

“That shouldn’t be allowed. Sakyo’s shitty and old, he shouldn’t be able to know and remember things.”

“Oi, brat. I’m not that old. You’re not the one who got the answer right.”

“You’re not the one who literally never learned this!”

🍁❤️Azami Izumida❤️🍁

Has smacked too many cans/cups out of Itaru and Tsuzuru’s hands!

“Wh-”

“Drink actual water. And jeez, go take a nap or something. Your skin is even worse than I thought it could get. Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one in the Spring Troupe?”

“Ah... I guess, you are right. Thanks for looking out for me.”

“W-well! W-we can’t have you on stage looking like a raisin! S-so!”

Often criticizes Izumi��s eyeliner and ends up just doing it for her. N-not that he minds or anything!

Played Love Nikki at some point, I do not take that much criticism.

Because I think the troupe/play themes are canon, he definitely helped with Shake the Shape and wrote some of RESPAWN!

Always has extra hair ties on him, even though most of the others don’t really need them. Most of the time, the hair ties end up being used for...other purposes.

“Ready.”

“What?”

“Aim.”

“Azami, I swear to whatever god is listening, if you fire that elasti-”

“Fire.”

“...You shitty brat-”

“Oh shi-”

Part of the ‘wears nail polish’ squad! He hates stickers. (Most of the time they somehow fall off) His go-to is an alternating pattern of black and red.

[katsukikitten]

Warnings College AU sexual and adult themes. Yall know the drill okay

Chapter 2

Bugzapper⚡💔: i have a proposition to make. 

Jiro flashes Mina her phone as she sips iced coffee in the blessed air conditioning of the cafe.

"That's never a good sign." She comments, moon bright eyes glued to the phone as she thinks. 

"What's not a good sign?" Uraraka asks from across the table, the two girls fill her in. 

"Oh." She racks her brain on what that could be, "Okay well I'm dying to know, now." 

🎵Music to my soul 🎶 : What do you want airhead? 

Jiro's text sent a surge of excitement through Kaminari. It was exactly what he needed after three hours of begging and bribing Bakugou to allow the sorority in or at least invite them. His fingers fly across the screen setting up a date and time for a "meeting over lunch" to discuss the proposition in further detail.  

Meanwhile across campus, you huff, eyes narrowed as a rare emotion is pulled from your fingertips in the form of deadly ice. Pulling the moisture from the air to freeze it or pulling any water towards you to keep your flank safe as your opponent rushes you at breakneck speeds. 

You hated this fucking guy, cocky, brash, so God damn arrogant in the way he held himself, in the way he spoke. It made you nauseous just thinking of him.Had you known he was the male star of this university you wouldn't have transferred, yet you still needed to transfer didn't you? Anything to get out from under the shadow of a certain Todoroki. 

No one cared to admit or to notice, that your quirk was different from Shoto's. You could manipulate water towards you to freeze, and manipulate whatever was already frozen. Your ice was denser and more durable than his and dare you say it colder than his too. Yet no one gave a shit, his was ice AND fire. You were just a one trick pony and a trick they already saw. Your opponent's taunting doesn't help matters much.

"I've already seen this before Ice Brat. Did ya forget where I fucking went to high school?" His hand heats the ice as he activates his quirk before three deafening blasts ring out. 

As you allow him to break down the ice you act on pure rage, securing some revenge from the first time he signed your hair. Pointed icicles lie in wait and once the wall is fully down you give him a nasty smirk before sending the straight his way. 

You're supposed to melt your weapons before they hit your opponent, neither of you are supposed to go all out per the professor's and college's strict rules in the athletics department but Bakugou always does. Somehow his big stupid mouth spews something that eggs you on. As if someone were shoving bamboo skewers beneath your skin, under your nails, sending you into an unheard of rage. 

Normally you were as your quirk, icy, unbothered by the world but Bakugou, God you could wring his neck. Freeze his hot blood as you watch him turn into slush beneath your feet. 

He expects you to abide by the rules, to splash him with glacier water but he realizes it too late. That you won't he let's off a quick blast, shattering two of the four deadly points. One grazes his cheek as he just barely dodges while the other lodges itself into his arm. 

You have half a mind to twist it. You pull at his blood bringing it into your arsenal. Blood red needles and bullets surround Bakugou. 

"I don't think you've seen this before.." You say darkly ready to release your hold and shred him into, give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he would see how bitter and nauseating he was. He smirks, opening his mouth to retort but you send your ice his way aiming for non vital spots although the ice creeps closer to your heart begging it to hit something vital. The inside of your ice palace begins to reek of burning sugar and spice, he plans to let out an explosion to bring this whole place down from the inside out. 

Just as he is about to detonate and just as the blood and ice are about to pierce skin the professor bursts into the gym.  

"I step out for five minutes and this is what happens?!"

The ice and blood return to liquid splashing across Bakugou as his skin pops. The professor takes in the damage from your ice and his explosions, still better controlled than most of his other students quirks. 

"I gotta stop pairing these two together." He murmurs to himself before dismissing class. With a flick of your wrist the ice fortress melts, returning to the reservoir below the gym floor, ignoring the molten glare that is sent your way.

"You're such a bitch." Bakugou growls as you pass, flinging blood from his fingers as he wipes at his face. You offer him a fake pitying smile before heading into the women's locker room. 

"Fucking asshole." You hiss, forcing the sight of his garnet gaze out of your mind. Instead turning your attention to your buzzing phone in your locker. It's a few missed calls and some texts in the girl's group chat. Briefly you wonder if you ever should have joined that stupid sorority, it was small, non toxic, and would look good should you need to transfer again. 

Not only did you somehow get elected the president but you also became friends with the three other ladies despite your best efforts not too. 

Mins: Prez we might have a way to save the sorority...lunch after you're done with training? 

IceQueen ❄: Hope it's good, the Dean already put the house up for sale. Let me get ready and I'll be there shortly. 

Mina presents her phone to the crowd around her, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro and Uraraka do a small celebration. Denki more so than anyone else, he knows the combined car washes will be more than enough to fix up the house, he also recently learned that you had the power of negotiation on your side. Having just listened to Mina retell the story of how you got free food for a month from a bar for yourself and your friends. And not from some sleaze who wanted to sleep with you either, no it was from the owner himself. 

Denki is hopeful and so are the ladies indicating that this may be his best idea yet. 

You arrive at the small bistro early, spying your party on the front patio. The three men had seen you in person before, they knew you were easy on the eyes but up close you were breathtaking. Manicured nails but nothing gaudy, normally nude or soft shades, light makeup, mascara at most as far as they could tell and your outfit was well put together. You were what the world called plus size but everyone else called thiccc. Your confidence oozing in your light blouse tucked into your black skinny jeans, uncaring that you had a pouch. 

You needed that extra fat to keep from freezing by your own quirk. The only thing you needed society to worry about was your intelligence and your power. 

Both were SSR ranked so what did you fucking care that your body was ranked lower. They were stupid in thinking you'd skimp power in the name of vanity. 

You recognize everyone at the table and internalize the dread you're feeling. Scheming is afoot and you're the last to arrive. You can tell by their half finished drinks and picked over appetizer, still you sit and act unaware. Denki goes to hold out his hand first for a formal introduction causing a sly cat smile to settle over your glossy lips. 

"No need, I'm aware of who the three of you are. Sero we share our lingual class, Denki, our chemistry class, and Kirishima we share two classes, world studies and villain hero theory. Truly a pleasure." You tell then your name before ordering something to drink from the lingering waitress. Sitting stick straight with your shoulders backs has the men mirroring you. 

"Well ladies I take it the plan to save the sorority involves these fine gentlemen." You ask coolly and they nod. After a moment of silence Mina and Denki go to speak. Awkwardly encouraging the other to speak until Minai clears her throat. 

"As you know they are a newly formed frat with Sero as their president. They moved into their house about a month ago and they say it is quite large. So they have invited us to move in." 

"How do you propose we ask the college to have a co-ed house? What does this fraternity home even look like?" They knew you would be quick to ask questions Mina answers the first while Denki provides the answer to the second. 

"Union and Diversity. Forming close relationships now to carry over into our hero careers." 

"The house needs some work but looks a lot better than what it did." Denki shows you before and after pictures as you gesture for his phone. He passes you his electric yellow case with nervous hope tingling beneath his skin. You swipe through the photos. 

"You boys did a great job on the outside. Inside needs a lot of work. Hardwoods will be easy to fix, they are original but don't seen to be damaged, a good scrub will spruce them up. Wait, are those?" You zoom in on the photo of the living room, "Are those foldable camping chairs and a VHS tv?" 

They gulp loudly as they nod, your purse your lips in disapproval. 

"I can fix that." You pass Denki back his phone, assuming that all the roommates will be present, "I see the main focus was the kitchen but some of the appliances seem to be on their last legs. I can fix that as well." 

"Soooo….So it's a yes?" Jiro asks, feeling relief for the first time in months since they received the letter of eviction. 

"Gotta get the college to agree first." You think on it a moment, "But I'm sure we can arrange that. Uraraka can you draft an email to the Dean requesting an official meeting regarding our sorority? Be sure to explain in detail our situation, how we are being forced to disband by their account and the solution we have. Make sure it's an afternoon meeting too. The dean hates to miss golf with our rival university's dean." 

With the plan set in motion all of you return to your evening classes. Jiro nudges Denki in the ribs, listening to his heart race from their closeness. 

"When are we going to tell her about Bakugou?" She throws her almost lover a look that he seems to wither beneath. His jaw tics before he retorts. 

"I think we should wait to see if this even works first." 

After a week the important meeting arrives and as you thought the Dean is already exhibiting signs of impatience. He is more than ready to wrap this up and you already know his answer is going to be no. Already trying to get it out before the four of you can even have a seat. 

Still you weren't the Ice Queen on campus for nothing. You saunter into the room, mineola folder filled with your copies of counterpoints pressed firmly to your chest, you can already see he doesn't have the copies you sent him. You place the folder down and open it, leafing through the pages as you speak. 

"This request is going to be approved and here are the reasons why. An example of sexism could be made that a new fraternity was approved housing, new housing, after a decades old sorority was deemed "too small" both parties are similar in count. Second funding and donations are easily influenced with letters to alumni and especially by attendees to this university. My transfer from YAU has brought in revenue of roughly 2.6 million dollars, increasing your diversity for women when this is normally a male dominated school. I am aware that my transfer had even encouraged other students from YAU to transfer here. Which I'm sure is one of your favorite bragging points to tell Dean Fraunk during your weekly golf trips isn't it? So it would truly be a shame if these points would come to light in the investigation of my return to YUA just months before the university sports festival. I do look amazing in Ice Blue you know. Matches my quirk a lot better than Maroon." You put the ball in his court, he is visibly upset, eyes flying to the facts that you've presented. All important, viable facts. You were right MMU was known to be a male dominated school and the media would have a field day if they uncovered a mistake he happened to look over. Not to mention you were his main bragging point, Dean Yuzi always talked about how he had stolen you, the female star of rising heroes, from YUA.  The silence in the room is amplified by the ticking of the clock, seconds accumulating into minutes as it counts down his T time with his old college buddy and rival. He gulps nervously, knowing what he has to do in order to keep both his bragging rights and a law suit under wraps. He looks up to you as you wear your stone cold face, making him think of a loan shark who hasn't been getting their payments on time. He is fearful for your future boss.  

"I believe I have no choice but to approve." 

"Correct." You respond, "Now we have a bit more to discuss. I noticed that classrooms 456 and 215 are being remodeled. Those gently used flat screens will be given to our house since it is technically college property. Common space 3 and 1 are being renovated in dorms A and B. We will accept the leather arm chairs as they are in good shape but we demand a new couch. I know it is in the budget as I help plan the budget. I also believe it is time for an allowance for our hybrid house." The Dean shrinks away from your tenacity, nodding as that is all he can do.  

"Well this is a generous offer and should cover most of the basic necessities such as a new fridge and mattress. The aesthetic we will be raising funds for. Kindly spread the word, we don't want to take up more of your time and be late with your 'meeting' with Dean Fraunk." You place a flyer on his desk as you turn on your heel. The rest of the sorority, mouth agape following suit. Yuzi looks down at the flyer, head hung in a mixture of disbelief and shame as he reads over the neon paper advertising a co-ed car wash. 

He just hopes you and Bakugou are worth the trouble. 

[obx-snippets]

Round Two || JJ Maybank

Summary: After the beer pong game at the boneyard, Y/N has been reluctant to play another game with JJ. But after she plays another round with him at one of Topper’s parties, the date is inevitable.

Pairing: JJ x reader

a/n: So I decided to make a part two from Newton law of beer pong. You can read it below if you haven't already! But I sort of went overboard! Anyway hope you enjoy it and I would love to hear your feedback! xxx

Newton’s Law of Beer Pong (Pt. 1)

Masterlist

Word count: 6k (SORRY)

Warnings: underage drinking, cussing? Making out but that's about it.

**^ gif credit to the lovely @ptersparkers ^**

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Y/N's eyes are close to spinning out of her head as she exchanges a glance between Sarah and Kiara. The two polar opposite girls are standing before her, spitting out excuses to hold Y/N back from attending Topper's party tonight. Kook parties are usually jampacked with coke and expensive rum, which is generally topped with a beer pong table. And the Pogues wouldn't be the Pogues if they didn't crash a party in Figure Eight.  

Once Kiara was sober enough to hear Y/N story about JJ making a move on her, she objected to the whole idea of meeting him again. She knew all JJ wanted was a quick hit, and he would only break Kiara's lovely friend's heart. Besides, Y/N was too sweet and calm ever to mix herself with JJ, and she simply thought they weren't a match.

Sarah Cameron, on the other hand, though it would be good for Y/N to open up and try something new. Though the kook princess and Kiara were on unfavorable terms, they decided to link mutually to discuss their friend's decision.

Though Y/N was only gawking up at them from where she sat at the edge of her bed, it almost felt right hanging out with the two girls. Sarah is midway through stating her case while Kie is deflecting every one of her points, trying to get her to understand that JJ would only hurt her. "Um, guys?" Y/N chimes in quietly, raising her dainty finger to catch her two friends' attention. Both girls hear her silent plea and quiet themselves to listen to her opinion, seeing as they haven't let her talk since they arrived. "Maybe I shouldn't go to the party. I'm not really feeling it anyway."

Kiara shook her head, frantically, "No, no, it's totally fine if you go. I'm just saying that you avoid the beer pong table at all costs."

Sarah crossed her arms with a pout touching her rose-tinted lips. "Then she won't be able to see JJ," she sassed, rolling her eyes.

"Uh, that's my point." Kira rebooted sarcastically, mimicking Sarah's tone.

"Well, I don't mind playing him again..." Y/N mutters nonchalantly, suddenly finding a loose thread of her comforter quite fascinating. She misses the look of utter betrail from Kie and the giddy, triumphant smile from Sarah.

Kiara rakes her hand through her dark curls, her fingers getting lost in the knots she formed. "He's playing you, babe, " she whines frustratedly, hating that her point wasn't getting across. Of course, she thought JJ deserved the best after all that he's been through, and Y/N could be the perfect candidate, but she knew the blonde surfer's routine. Then again, JJ has never offered another go at beer pong in exchange for a date. Especially against someone who is likely to beat him.

In Sarah's eyes, realization sparks as she stands straighter, taking in her friend's flustered state at the mere mention of the Maybank boy. "Oh my god," she beams with a sparse squeal, making Kiara cringe and slightly flinch away from her. "do you have--like do you like him or something?"

Y/N's mouth fall's agape, her tongue is twisting in itself, not able to find the right words. She is silent for too long before Kiara's lips oddly turn upward into a smirk. "You didn't say you actually liked him." she giggled, "I thought you were just horny for JJ."

Y/N gasped and shoved Kiara somewhat away from her, the girl barely budging, letting giggles surpass her lips. "Oh, she is totally horny for JJ." Sarah nodded. Y/n turned to her with an exasperated look, and she shrugs with a semi-panicked look on her face that was fighting off a smile.

"I'm not horny for anyone!" Y/N whines, falling back on her soft bed, covering her face with one of her cushions.  

"Damn, even I'm horny for JJ sometimes." Kiara snickered before a cushion went flying toward her face. "I'm joking, I'm joking!" she laughed, tossing the pillow back on time when Y/N sits up to catch the cushion and places it on her lap with a huff.

The girl was clearly frustrated, and Sarah softened her teasing smile before kneeling to meet her eyes. "Come on, you can't tell me there's not a small part of you that finds him attractive." she quirked a brow, noticing a tug on the corner of her lips.

"Well yeah, of course, I find him attractive." Y/N shrugs, "You'd have to be mental not to notice him. But saying I like him seems a tad over the top when I've only ever spoken less than a couple words to him.

Kiara placed herself next to Y/N, the bed slightly dipping from her weight. "You don't have to like him." she sighed, the look in her eyes indicating her next words would be regrettable. "You and I both know--actually the whole damn island knows about JJ's body count. He's never settled down, and seeing that you could possibly just be another person on his list bothers me. You're so much more than a quick fuck, and I want JJ to see that. That's why I am allowing you to go through with the beer pong game and go on a date with him."

A snort slipped Y/N's lips, and she tilted her head toward Kiara, raising her brows. "You're allowing me?"

Kiara placed her chipped painted nail upon her friend's lips, quickly shushing her. "Just let me have this moment to feel like I have some authority."

Sarah rolled her eyes, resting her hand upon Y/N thighs before laying her head down to peek up at her friend through her mascaraed eyelashes "Well since you're going on a date, I can't let you go to a party looking like that." she says with a tinge of hope lacing her tone, shaking her head disapprovingly towards her friend's outfit choice. Y/n frowns, looking to Kiara to see her opinion, only to be met with the girl painfully nodding in agreement. She looked down at her outfit, not seeing the problem of always wearing a large t-shirt sported with a tennis skirt. It was comfortable, and she quite honestly didn't see the problem.

Y/N looked up, squinting her eyes in defeat as she watched Sarah's mouth turned up into an ever-growing smile that she could finally dress up her friend who thought fashion was overrated. "I'll agree to the makeover and act like your words didn't hurt just now."

Sarah is quick to her feet and peppers Y/N face with soft kisses while Kiara giggles happily, wrapping her arms around her torso from behind. While their laughs boom around the room, Kiara lies back, pulling Y/N down against her stomach, the girls piled up on top of each other while Sarah continues her kiss attack.

•••

Y/N going to a kook party was a rarity in itself. She was always known to keep count of how much her friends drank, maintaining a perfect tally in her head. Unlike the keggers, the kook parties were more intense. It was usual for teenagers to be enticed with the fanciest alcohol and the finest drugs. But being in the circle of friends that included, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, sellers steered clear from Y/N.  

While the music was bouncing off the walls of Topper's ample living room, Y/n was squeezed between Kelce and Sarah while they looked head at Rafe and Topper on their second line of coke. After seeing the Cameron boy take another swig of his fourth beer, Y/N rolled her eyes ever so slightly, adding another tally to Rafe's list. He was only allowed five, and she wasn't afraid to slap the cup out of his hand if he dared go for a sixth.

As she eyed the crowd trying to find the familiar face of Kiara Carrera under the flashing lights of red and green, she felt Kelce glancing at her in the most obvious way possible. Before her lips could touch the rip of her red solo cup, she turned her gaze to the boy seated next to her; his mouth slightly gaped open. "You okay?" Y/N asked, an amused smile gracing her lips.

Kelce chuckled bubbly in embarrassment that he had been caught shaking his head before sipping his beer. "Nah, nothing. You just look weird." he shrugged. Sarah's keen ear enabled her to catch up on Kelce's comment and jolted her body forward to stab the boy with a malice glare. The boy having realized the look on y/n face as she looks down at Sarah's wardrobe's choice, he quickly trampled over his words. "Wait, no, I mean that in the nicest way possible. You just don't usually dress like that."

While Sarah snapped at Kelce, Y/N leaned back, letting her back rest while the two began roasting each other over the smallest things that wouldn't hurt them in the slightest. As much as she loved the loose, soft material of her brown shorts that Sarah provided, the white short-sleeved turtle neck was suffocating. Sarah was sure to match everything with simple gold jewelry and leather-strapped sandals that let her feet breathe, unlike her usual tennis shoes. But as soon as her lovely blonde friend asked to curl her hair, that's where she denied. Instead, she let a loose ponytail drape over her shoulder, already feeling soft strands breaking free from the black velvet scrunchie.

Letting her head drop back against the couch, a silent groan vibrated in the back of her throat as she pressed her palms against her eyes, making stars flicker behind her eyelids. She was thankful she settled for a bare face tonight with the exception of a tinted moisturizer and cherry chapstick that was resided in her flimsy pocket.  

A harsh flick to the forehead brought the girl to pull her hands away, her sight blurry as she tried to make out the person whose head was hanging over hers. JJ's blonde hair tickled her chin, and his blue eyes piercing into her's made her face go red. "Round two y/l/n?" he quietly questioned, his mint breathe fanning her face, his gum squeezed between his smug smirk. She smelled the lace of weed on his muscle tee, but it was nothing out of the ordinary considering where they were.  

"Sort of busy," Y/n sighed, pushing his face away with her hand before he could notice her flushed expression over the proximity of his face. But JJ had already seen her cheeks tint and was proud of the effect he had on her without even trying. Sitting up, she twisted in her seat to face him again. His fellow pogues didn't surround him, so she assumed that they had dispersed to dive into the free alcohol. Sarah and Kelce were already maneuvering to the other side of the couch, both infatuated in the conversation like hearing the latest gossip. Unlike Rafe and Topper, Kelce never had a problem with JJ, but he did enjoy the rivalry every so often.

"Busy lounging around?" JJ quirked his brow, leaning his arms on the back of the couch, his veins straining.

"It takes some effort. You know us kooks, lazy as hell." she shrugged, her voice laced with chaste sarcasm. Since having more interaction with him at the boneyard, her reticence toward the blonde felt like a fleeting memory.

As JJ tapped his fingers to ponder her words, his lips pursing, Y/N eyes quickly dropped to his rings, admiring how the luminescent party lights glistened off them every so often. "I think you're an exception. Considering you use at least more brain cells than I do, I'll give you some credit and lay off the kook card for tonight."

Y/n slowly peered over her shoulder to see Sarah already nodding furiously and waving her hands to shoo her away. Kelce narrowed his eyes at the interaction, looking between the two girls to wrap his head around what was going on.

"You comin'?"

Y/n hummed in response, her brows pulling into a deep furrow having muffled out any voices as she faced JJ. Her heart began beating against her ears as she registered what he meant. The beer pong game would mean having to go on a date, but she hadn't fully agreed to the rules. Kie's words lingered in the back of her head like a taunting siren. She didn't know what she felt toward JJ besides fighting the urge to kiss the smirk playing on his lips at the moment, seeing her face begin to flush while deep creases formed on her forehead. She didn't want just to be one of JJ's flings or whatever he liked to call them. Maybe it would be a date and nothing more. It didn't necessarily mean anything would happen. As long as she doesn't let him make a move, everything would be fine.

At least that's what she hoped.

Too deep in her rambling thoughts, Y/n didn't notice JJ lifting his thumb to caress the worry lines on her forehead, smoothing them out until her face softened. He could practically feel the warmth beaming off her skin, which only boosted his ego more. His blue eyes never left hers, and she was squirming under his gaze. The effect he had on her was becoming terrifying for her, and she swatted his hand away, a small scowl etching on her face that JJ found quite adorable regardless of her attempt to be annoyed.

Y/n pushed herself off the couch before spinning on her heel to heave through the crowd of dancing teenagers. She was sure JJ was following not too far behind to meet her at the beer pong table that resided in Topper's backyard. The pool was splashing out water from the riled boy's taking turned jumping in while music was becoming muffled out as she approached John B and Pope, who was setting up the table for the game they knew was about to start. They had picked a grassy area where fairy lights hung above them held by tree branches, and they were sure no kooks would bother them. Kie, who was chatting with a Touron about the environment, was the first to spot her. She was quick to abandon the other girl with a quick goodbye before skipping toward Y/n and tugging her into a tight hug as if they hadn't just seen each other a couple of hours ago.

Y/n quirked a brow once she pulled away, seeing the suggestive grin on Kie's face as she wiggled her shoulder in a little dance. "You're goin' on a date with JJ..." her tease was breaking off into a squeal with every word, making Y/n bite back a smile and shoved her away by her shoulders.

Rolling her eyes, she ignored Kie's giggling as she approached John B, seeing that he was filling the last cup with beer. The brunette stole a glimpse in her direction before focusing back on the work at hand. "Yo, y/l/n. Glad you could make it," he said, lining up the cups, so they were perfectly in place. "ready for round two?" a side smile tugged on the side of his lip as he finally let his focus drift to her.

She wondered if JJ told his friends about the bet he made with her and began absentmindedly tugging on the golden charm bracelet loosely draped around her wrist. "As ready as I can be, I guess." she laughed softly.

"So that's a no?" Pope commented, sipping his kombucha juice, knowing he had to be sober for this game.

"Nope," she popped, already dreading that she had to withstand going on a date only to be bailed a day later.

Pope hummed, nodding in understanding. "Kombucha?" he offered, stretching his cup out toward the girl. JJ would kill him if he admitted that he was the only one that was told, besides Kie, about the bet he made with her. Since JJ was owned by Y/n that night at the boneyard, he had taken a more liking to her and thought his blonde buffoon of a friend could use a companion that actually thought before taking action.

She nodded promptly before making her way around the table to sip the sweet herbaceous beverage. She had never made much of an interaction with the pogues. They were always friendly with her anytime she saw them drifting by on the HMS or when she would pick some food up from the Wreck. She felt like she had one foot in the Cut while the other was, unfortunately, in Figure Eight. She stayed out of the Kook and Pogue nonsense, and both sides respected that, not pestering her anytime she would hang out with either tribe.

"Hey, this is my side," JJ grumbled from beside her as he let the ping pong ball drop on her head before he caught it.

"Both sides are the same, " Y/n pointed out, passing the cup back to Pope, looking down at the back table with red solo cups decorated for the game.

Kie was already behind Y/n to push her by her shoulder to the other side of the table. "Best not to argue with him," she whispered, patting her shoulder once more before giving her space to warm up. Sarah was stumbling out from the house crashing into John B's arm, her face red from the short run. Y/n wasn't sure if the girl was really athletically inclined, and swatting birds with a tennis racket wasn't an exception.

Y/n let out a shaking breath, wringing her hands as she took in the table's appearance. She peeked upward through her lashes to see JJ already fixed on her, casually tossing the ball from either hand. He passed a quick wink in her direction before bouncing the ball and making it into one of her cups with ease. Y/n was suprised with his sharp point and let the warm liquid from the cup he scored flow into her mouth. As soon as she finished her drink, she paused, letting the liquid settle on her mouth before swallowing. She narrowed at the table, slightly tilting her head to see that it was tilted.

She laughed under her breath, realizing why JJ wanted that side of the table. His chances of winning were higher on his percentage, perceiving that since his side was heaving upward due to the small inclination of the hill under them, gravity would assist in his ball landing into her cups without much effort. JJ and Pope exchanged glanced, practically seeing the gears shifting in her brain. Now JJ was never the person to say he was in love, but he was in love with Y/n Y/l/n brain. How it was quick to fix a dilemma or figure something out without so much as a glance. He knew he wouldn't get away with his scheme long enough for her to analyze her next moves.

The wind blew her loose strands in her face, and she didn't bother to fix it, too focused on probing the next move. JJ's eyes were fixated on her, swallowing hard. He knew she was always beautiful, especially when he would see her lounging at the beach with Kie or beating Sarah at golf anytime he would deliver groceries with Pope. He knew she played early in the morning on Saturdays and always made sure to take that route on his way to specific houses. He loved overhearing her and Pope having a philosophical conversation and her effortlessly winning at constant debates. But something about her right now took his breath away. She was in her element, his heart warming at the sight of her rose-tinted lips curving to a smile as she appeared to figure out her game plan.

"I'll hand it to you, you almost had me there." Y/n said, closing one of her eyes to aim for her target. She could hear the sound of Kie's faint whisper commenting a fleet 'I love you' for good luck while Sarah cheers a quick 'whoop.'

"Almost?" JJ questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. Playing dumb was his specialty. If it got Y/n to show off, he didn't care as long as he got to see her mumbling under her breath every time she made a shot.

For the first time, Y/n made real eye contact with JJ, a surge of confidence swimming in the depth of her y/e/c iris'.

"Yeah, almost," she smirked, making JJ wither into a puddle. It suited her too well.

With her fast momentum, she bounced the ball and made it into his cup.

•••

To much of Y/n's dismay, Kiara provided JJ with her phone number after her victory the other night. He hadn't mentioned anything after the game, and she hoped he probably let the date idea slide. But before she stepped out of Topper's house, he wrapped his hand around her wrist and dipped down to graze his lips against her ear.

"Be ready for tomorrow, princess."

The whispered words sat within her dreams all night. She could still feel the warmth of his breath tickling her neck and how it sent goosebumps throughout her whole body. She longed for that sensation again. She wanted to feel his thumb caresses her wrist and the chill of his rings like it had before. She would never confess any of this if she wished to hear the lecture from Kiara about JJ being a fuck boy. She believed his title wholeheartedly, but a part of her really wanted to spend the day with JJ.

Even if he was blasting her phone at five in the morning.

Her dainty hand blindly searched her nightstand in the darkness before feeling her buzzing phone. Her eyes squinted as the bright light from her screen scoured her face to read JJ's caller ID.

"Hello?" she croaked into the speaker as she squeezed the bridge of her nose and let her eyes flutter shut, dousing in the darkness just for a few more seconds, already feeling the onset of a headache.  

"Are you still asleep?" his shout brought her to groan and pull the phone away from her ear.

"Obviously not if I'm talking to you." she snapped gently, hearing JJ chuckle over the line. The sound made her smile despite her fight for sleep, heaving her eyes shut.

"I'm outside, so hurry it up."

"Why so early," she whined, "we could have done something in the afternoon."

"The earlier, the better babe." he cheered. She heard him greet someone in passing with a cheerful good morning, the person probably wondering why a pogue was outside the Lynch residents.

Y/n shook her head but used her voice, realizing he couldn't see her disapproval with the pet name. "Don't call me that." she snipped.

"You don't like it?" he teased. Though she couldn't see his face, she could hear the smirk pulling on his lips.

"No, I don't." she flatly replied.

"Yeah, mhm."

"I'm serious."

"I'm sure you are."

"I hate you."

"Just get up. You won't regret it. Promise." he chuckled. He hung up before she had time to protest, leaving her to stare at her dark ceiling, relishing in the last bit of rest she'll have upon the crazy day ahead of her.

Drinking coffee wasn't needed as an energy boost that morning. She was wide awake; her eyes squeezed shut while she clings to JJ's waist as she sat on the back of his dirtbike. He was speeding down the empty roads of Figure Eight that would soon mesh into the Cut. Her yellow sundress was flowing behind her, along with her hair. JJ smiled at the feeling of her hands squeezing him tighter anytime he would speed up or wobble the bike just to hear her squeal. But as they crossed over a bridge to enter the Cut, he slowed down, feeling her head rest on his back as she took in the lively colors of the morning sky, the sun setting on the horizon of the glowing waters to greet the day. A smile played on her lips, already feeling butterflies in her stomach, thinking about the day ahead.

The morning breeze nipped on Y/n sensitive skin as she stared ahead of her, confusion settling upon her features. With her hands running up her arm to find some warmth, she watched JJ ordering ice cream at a small, quaint ice cream parlor. JJ must have been familiar with one of the young workers there and tried to block out there chatting. She was no doubt one of his girls that he had taken home upon the many others that she had heard of. Her breast was practically jutting out of the buttoned-up blue polo she sported with the icecream logo etched upon her bosom. Y/n let her eyes drop to her own, and quickly pulled up the deep v-line of her dress, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

JJ came strutting back; his signature red cap place backward on his head. He held up two cones of strawberry ice cream, shaking them teasingly. Icecream was never an ideal breakfast choice, but when JJ told her strawberry ice cream was the same as having strawberries on your pancakes, she was forced to comply with the gorgeous toothy grin on his face. But she was definitely going for a coffee later.

"This is not gonna settle well with me," Y/n mumbled as she walked alongside JJ down a sidewalk, the beach waves crashing against the shore nearby. She licked the cold "breakfast" and scrunched her nose from the sudden burst of sweetness that was too overwhelming for her taste buds.  

"Strawberries. Strawberry ice cream. Same difference," JJ shrugged nonchalantly, taking a bite from his ice cream, bringing Y/n's eyes to widen in horror. The blonde took notice of her gaze and raised a querying brow. "What?" he questioned around a bite of ice cream.

"Did you just bite your ice cream?" she asked, eyeing the bite mark that was slowly melting from the sun hitting the side of his face. His blue eyes were sparkling as he smirked, admiring his delicious icecream.  

"Yeah, what about it?" he took another slow, painful bite, keeping his eyes on her's the whole time, enjoying how she cringed and shook her head. "I get more servings that way."

"You psycho." she laughed, looking ahead and nipped on the strawberry cream with her lips. The cool breeze that picked up around her was suddenly not a problem even if she was eating icecream. As they strolled down the sidewalk, their hands would occasionally brush each other and brought Y/n to let in a sharp breath. JJ's eyes dipped down to her hand and let his ring clad fingers lazily intertwine with hers. She was surprised by his public affection, even if the gesture was small. She allowed her hand to relax and held his, fending off the smile once she notices some surfer girls walking by, eyeing her with a scowl. The best part was, JJ didn't pay them a second glance as he nonchalantly began swaying their hands playfully, happily biting into his soft-serve strawberry delight.

The blazing North Carolina sun was now blazing down on them from above after the long walk to the beach. They exchanged pointless stories about their separate friend groups, JJ's being more enticing. She wished she could experience a day with the Pogues out on the HMS, but she knew her place. She wasn't even sure what "this" was. Would she end up in his bed tonight? Would he go off to ignoring her, earning himself brownie points that he was able to go on a date with a Kook? In her opinion, it wouldn't be much of a victory. She didn't see herself as the hottest Kook in her area. Some beat her rank and standards by a hundred, and all she did was watch. Too deep in her own draining thoughts, she didn't notice how JJ watched her as she stared at the water, kicking off her sandals to start her challenge of collecting shells without getting wet.

"You're gonna fall in," JJ stated confidently, his hands on his hips as he stood next to Y/n, looking out on the water.

She was currently pulling her hair back, a determined look in her eyes. She was growing more comfortable with JJ and was acting as if it was another day with Kiara. The boy made a small comment that it was impossible to grab the prettiest shells without getting wet, and once a challenge struck, there was no turning back for her. JJ didn't notice himself starring, involuntary smiling watching her mumble to herself, most likely timing the wave's push and pull.

Y/n reached one of her hands out toward JJ, and he handed her the velvet scrunchie she had on the other night. She tied her hair back, slipping it into a low messy bun that was already letting strands fall to her face. "Where's the faith, J?" she teased, backhanding his stomach, which was already hard from his sudden flexing.  

"Lost somewhere with my positivity." he shrugged, eliciting a laugh from Y/n, "the waves are too quick anyway and that hundred dollar dress is going to be ruined by the end of the day."

"It's all about timing." she nodded, rubbing her hands together, hoping her calculations were inorder. " I mean, we only see half of the wave, and it all depends on the wind. A wave increases in size quadratically relative to the wind's speed and reaches its maximum capacity when it's traveling about as fast as the wind. It not that breezy out, so they shouldn't come hurdling in too quickly. Besides, all I'm seeing are Surging waves that don't crash or spill, and they just bulge up before crashing against the shore, giving me enough time to grab at least two shells. Technically speaking, I could only get wet up to my ankles, maybe my knees, if the contact is strong enough..."

JJ didn't even mind that she was absentmindedly rambling on. He swore he fell in love with more than her words at that moment.

He would never pay her a compliment saying how beautiful her mind was but instead watched her contently as she finished her speel. Her face began to redden, seeing how JJ was tilting his head, his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for her to finish. "Sorry..." She laughed, tucking loose strands behind her ear before looking ahead again.

"You're gonna fall in," he deadpanned one last time before watching her run toward the water. The tide was pulled back, letting her kneel down and collect a hand full of shell. The water glistened over pink and white shells she had found, smiling to herself that she could finally brag to JJ.

When she looks up to show the boy her pretty shells, JJ was already in front of her, heaving her body over his shoulder. A scream slipped from her lips that soon led to giggles as he began spinning around, water hitting her face. "JJ! Put me down!" she tried hardening her voice, but was only met with a light smack to her bottom. "Hey!" She yelped and began pounding on his back. There were undoubtedly other people on the beach who were staring at them, but JJ didn't have a care in the world.

"Put you down, you say?" JJ suddenly paused; the sarcasm lacing his animated tone brought her face to fall.

"Don't." she snapped, her playful tone disappearing with the fear that she would have to meet the icy water below.  

JJ smirked, feeling her tense under his arms that he tightened around her waist. "Oh my. Well, there just so happens to be a vast body of water to plunge into right here!"

"I will kill you!" she hit his back again but was only met with a giggling response.

The outcome was inevitable. JJ had moved deeper into the water before letting himself and Y/n plunge under the ocean's salty waves, notwithstanding her constant protest. Y/n was the first to resurface, her scrunchie disappearing somewhere in the water, her hair slicked back while water droplets slipped from the tip of her flaring nose. Once JJ's head appeared, his laugh was cut off with the sudden splash of water hitting his face. "Told you, you'de get wet." he snickered, wiping his hand down his face to adjust his eyes from the water attack.

Y/n bobbed in front of him, her scowl turning into a smile that brightened her features. JJ felt every wall tumbling down at the mere sight of her. He just realized she wasn't wearing makeup, and it suited her so well. He wasn't used to spending time with girls besides Kie, but he never felt this pang against his chest with other girls. He liked talking about technicalities and theories, unlike the Tourons, who would only go on and on about an ex-boyfriend. Seeing someone as amazingly smart at Y/n Y/l/n letting loose in his presence was something he could get used to. This whole bet started as a tease, and getting at her was out of the question when it came to asking Kiara's approval. She shut down the idea constantly. But once she let him go through with it, he wanted the day to be perfect. Even if they weren't very familiar with each other, it was a start.

JJ was abruptly submerged underwater as Y/n surged forward and hopped up to push him down by his shoulder. She ends up underwater as well but was picked up by JJ, his arms circling her waist only to plunge her back inside, a loud snort leaving his lips. He pulled her back up, and she slapped his chest repeatedly, coughing up water.

As they calm down, JJ ended up patting her back, helping her calm down from the water that invaded her lungs. He apologized, but she couldn't take it seriously from his grin that hasn't abanded his lips since the start of the date.

"I'm okay now." she breathed quietly, turning her body to face JJ.

"So, how was the first date?" JJ asked her, swaying his arms in the water. Though his tone held playfulness, his eyes were hopeful, making her heart flutter.

She hummed, pondering the thought as she led her focus to the blue sky before meeting his blue eyes again. "Besides almost drowning, close to perfect."

JJ gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his now bare chest. She hadn't even noticed when he pulled it off to tackle her into the water. But she wasn't complaining how the sun danced on his tanned chest. She sunk lower into the water, letting it kiss her chin before raising herself back up. "Close? I did like everything right," he complained.

"You gave me icecream for breakfast." she retorted with a purse touching her wet, salty lips.

"Strawberry ice cream!" he reiterated slowly for her to catch onto his point that it was the same thing as having a fruit bowl in the morning.

"Plus two hundred calories!" she laughed at his pout as he rolled his eyes. "and the 4.2 grams of protein doesn't count."

"Well, we walked on the beach," he tried again but only watched with annoyance as Y/n tilted her head, already reading her expression of disagreement. "that screams romantic moment."

"You threw me into the water." she shot back quickly.

"There is no winning with you." JJ shook his head.

A comfortable silence loomed over them, his cerulean eyes washing over her features. The droplets that settled on her cheek were glowing from the golden sun's reflection. She grew smaller under his hungry gaze, noticing he was moving closer to her until he was towering over her silhouette slightly. She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering to his lips just for a moment as she bit down on her own. "You already know I never lose," she whispered.

"Yeah, I've noticed," he chuckled softly. His hands brushed the sides of her hips, letting his fingertips ghost over the fabric of her sundress that she wished would disappear. She wanted nothing more than to feel his bare hands on her.

The sensation was overwhelming once his hands were slipping under her dress, caressing her thigh to coax her body closer to him. Her chest was flush against his, her eyes fluttered shut, feeling his warm breath fanning against her head. "Well, if I don't calculate everything, I might miss something. I don't like unexpected things." she rambled quietly, trying to pry his eyes off her. One of her fingers fiddle with the shark tooth necklace dangling from his neck while the other was holding onto his bicep.

Keeping an arm secured around her waist, JJ used his finger to lift her chin to finally meet his eyes. She was melting in his grasp as she observed him lick his lips, his nose tapping against her own. "Bet you didn't calculate this," he whispered huskily against her lips.

The space between them was suddenly closed as he tilted her head to place a sweet lingering kiss on her lips. He took his time, not wanting to scare her off. She felt her heart speeding up and almost whined when he pulled back. His smirk quickly reached his lips, watching her mouth slightly part. She was speechless, and she craved more of him.

She slipped both her hands to his face to cradle his cheeks as she pulled him down to meet her lips again, deepening the kiss. It was bold of her, but JJ didn't mind. He smiled into her lips and snaked both arms around her waist to press her against him. They were synchronized, and she would be damned if she even thought this moment would end soon. She tugged on his wet hair ever so slightly, causing him to let out a low moan into her mouth. Feeling the vibration in his chest made her take in a deep breath, and he took the chance to slip his tongue against hers. Everything she was doing was uncharted territory, but experiencing with JJ Maybank was a blessing, and she soon fell in sync with his warm lips.  

Her lips tasted just like JJ imagined. Strawberry ice cream.

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Hello, I'm back! 💕 May I please ask for a serving of soft!dom Ranpo with a smol, shy female s/o scenario please~ and if you don't mind, maybe add a dash of daddy kink? (But if you're not comfortable with that, it's okayyy) THANK YOU ♥️

a/n : OOOOH a little bit of spicy snack boy >.^ SAY NO MORE! ALL MY LATE NIGHT INDULGENCES HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THIS MOMENT! GOsh I hope this is good because I am SWEATING writing this. But Ranpo is a whole snack.

T/W : Slight NSFW, A little Dash of Daddy Kink, Soft!Dom BB BOI, Fluff;

Ranpo

This boy loved how sweet and innocent you were, you were as sweet as the candy that he binge eats. But it wasn't just your sweetness or your innocence, you were also on the shorter side. Honestly, according to him, you were the dictionary definition of the perfect little cinnamon bun, which is what he called you often. Not only were you innocent and sweet, but you were also shy, which he was perfectly okay with. He didn't like talking much, so the two of you found a way to talk with your eyes and different facial expressions. Ranpo had brought you up to the Agency members once, and they (Dazai mainly) had begged him to bring you in, they wanted to meet you, the girl who had managed her way into Ranpo's secluded, snack filled life.

When he had first brought you to the Agency to meet everyone it was a big deal for him and you, he could tell how nervous you were about meeting his coworkers who had in a sense become family to him, but he had reassured you that they would all love you. "Not as much as I love you obviously, but how could they not love you? You're amazing Y/N." His hand way on your thigh, he was always touching you in some way, especially out in public. You were clearly the most beautiful girl in Yokohama, and he wanted everyone to know that you were his and his only. If anyone even looked in your direction he would squeeze your thigh, or his hand would trail down to your ass and give it a light squeeze causing a small squeal to escape your lips, your face dropping as you tried to hide from the strangers gazing eyes.

The train ride was short, when you got off the train Ranpo kept his hand on your lower back, hovering just above where your back curved to your butt. If needed, he could swiftly move his hand down, reaching under your skirt to pinch one cheek, letting any man who's eyes lingered a little longer than necessary know that you were taken by him. He brought you into the Agency building, watching your facial expressions as you took in the coffee shop on the lower level, breathing in through your nose, letting the smell of coffee fill your nostrils. You closed your eyes, sighing and smiling to him. "Adorable. I could kiss you." He said, you hadn't noticed how close he had gotten until you felt his breath, hot against the lope of your ear. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin and your body shuddered. "R-Ranpo... there's people..." You were highly aware of the man behind the counter watching the exchange between the two of you.

"I don't mind. You're mine, aren't you?" His words were not much more than a whisper, his lips were moving lower down to your neck. His hands were on the same downward course, inching teasingly slow down your backside. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his nails dig into your upper thighs, right below the hem of your skirt. "Of course I'm yours... B-but... they're waiting upstairs." You tried to get his mind back on track. It wouldn't be unlike him to try to take you right there in one of the booths. It's not that he was actually into doing things in public, but he had a one track mind, and when he suddenly felt the urge, he acted on it no matter where you two were. He had riled you up many times, leaving you a flustered frustrated mess until you got back to the privacy of your own home.

He sighed, pulling away slightly as your words brought him back to the moment at hand. "We stay for twenty minutes. I need to get you home to deal with what you've caused." He murmured, his voice low and sultry. You felt the heat pooling between your thighs, but you had to keep a straight face when you met his coworkers, you had to make a good impression. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you tried to contain yourself, rubbing your thighs together, literally trying anything to get a grip on yourself. It felt like your knees were shaking, and Ranpo noticed immediately. "Mmm, my little princess, you're not as innocent as you want people to believe. Be patient for Daddy, won't you?"

He led you over to the elevator, and the sexual tension between the two of you felt like a thick fog. You didn't know how long the two of you could hold off. He was practically undressing you with his eyes already, and it didn't matter how loose his pants were, you could see the slight bulge growing between his legs. As soon as the elevator doors shut he had you cornered against the wall, his arms on both sides of your head. His lips crashed into yours, his knee pushing your legs apart before bringing his leg up to drag across your most sensitive area. You moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips against his leg, desperate for his touch. He pulled away, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down and saw the small wet spot on his pants. "So needy, you're already so wet for Daddy. I might just make you wait a little longer, how about that?" You didn't have time to answer before the doors slid open and he grabbed your wrist to pull you out.

The office door opened and out stepped a beautiful woman, her hair was short and black, adorned with a butterfly clip on the side. Her eyes were a beautiful magenta, but you could tell by looking at her that she meant business. Her outfit seemed very business like, a knee length A-line skirt and a white button up with red heels. She looked you over, and you couldn't tell if it was a look of approval or disapproval, but it made you slightly nervous. "So this is her?" She asked, looking over to Ranpo, her eyes scanning over his face as she waited for his response. You didn't like the way she looked at him, the smug smile spreading on her lips as she stared at him a little longer than necessary. "This is her." Ranpo finally said, a hint of pride mixed in with his tone. The jealousy that had been slowly trying to creep it's way in had all but vanished when you heard him say those three simple words. He moved his hand down to intertwine his fingers with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze to help calm your nerves.

The woman turned on her heel and walked back into the office, not another word spoken, and you could have sworn that you sensed a feeling of agitation emitting from off her. You tried not let her mood affect you too much, even though the look that she had given Ranpo would bother you for a while, especially considering they worked together and saw each other almost every day... was there something there that you had to be worried about? Your stomach sank as your pessimism took control, all of your doubts and fears formed into one. Not even his hand in yours seemed to calm your nerves, and the feeling that was once sexual tension that had been building inside you turned into flat out tension.

You couldn't really focus on all the people in the room, they had their eyes on you, but you couldn't seem to lift your gaze from the ground. "She's just shy, isn't my little cinnamon bun precious?" Ranpo said, the feeling of his thumb brushing along your cheek should have been enough to calm you, but even still, the only thing you could think of was him possibly doing the same to the beautiful bob haired woman. He began his introduction, pointing around the room as he said everyone's names. "Kunikida, Kenjii, Atsushi, Tanizaki, Naomi, Kyouka, Dazai, Fukuzawa, and last but certainly not least, Doctor Yosano." When his hand motioned to her the pit in your stomach only grew larger. He said her name with a sort of devoutness. He had never told you anything about this woman, he had never brought her up to you at all, yet he looked at her with almost the same eyes he would give you after a long day of work, when you were the only person he wanted to see... apparently that wasn't the case though... maybe he had more than one person he adored. "Everyone, this is Y/N." He said your name the same way he said hers, but that didn't make you feel any better. In fact, it made you feel worse. Did he think of you the same way he thought of her, or did he think of her the same way he thought of you? Either way, it didn't seem very good.

"Ranpo-kun, can you come over here for a minute?" Her voice might have seemed seductive to anyone else, but to you it was piercing, like a needle going straight through one ear and out the other. The hardest part to handle was the fact that he obliged, leaving you to stand in the middle of the office so he could walk over to her. She shifted her long, slender legs, folding one over the other and leaned back on the desk she was sitting on. You could tell what she was doing, you had done the same type of pose multiple times at home to try to get Ranpo's attention, and the worst part was that it was working for her just as well as it worked for you.

Your eyes were focused on what was going on across the room, unaware of the man that had been making his way over to you. He tapped your shoulder lightly and you quickly turned around, having to look up to actually see his face. He was obviously a very charming man, and extremely cocky, you could see that in the way that he smiled down at you. "So, you look a little uncomfortable. How about I show you around the office?" You tried to remember the mans name from the ones Ranpo had listed off. Tanizaki? Atsushi? Kunikida? No.... oh, that's right. He was Dazai, the one that Ranpo had warned you about before you had even come here. Apparently he was a flirt and a natural born charmer.

Ranpo had wanted you to try to stay away from Dazai unless he was around, but your emerald eyed boyfriend was currently being held up by the beautiful doctor, so you might as well have a little fun. Of course you would never do anything to actually hurt Ranpo emotionally, you couldn't bear the thought of losing him, but you weren't going to just stand by and watch as Yosano clearly flirted with your boyfriend, whether he noticed it or not.

"Is there anywhere that you'd like to see first?" Dazai asked, leaning against the desk as he stared at you, his eyes shut, a small smile on his lips, his head cocked to the side. You could definitely see now why he was the heartthrob of the Agency.

"The coffee shop... downstairs... i-it smelled really nice. I'd love to have a cup." You said it softly, so soft that nobody else had been able to hear you at all, even Dazai had barely made out what you said, but he heard enough. He nodded and pushed himself away from the desk, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist as he led you to the door. You weren't expecting him to be so touchy, and you weren't sure if this would be considered going to far.

You used the time alone with Dazai to learn more about Ranpo and Yosano's relationship, finding out if it was platonic or if there was something more there. When you finally heard the full story you felt awful for even assuming, and even more awful for thinking that leaving the office upstairs to go with Dazai was a good idea.

Meanwhile, Ranpo had finally finished his conversation with Yosano. She had been talking to him about how cute he and you looked together, and that she wasn't used to seeing someone shorter than him. She was proud of him honestly, that he had found someone that he seemed to be truly in love with. She saw how he would open his phone occasionally while sitting at his desk, and his eyes would open for only a second to read the text, then his eyes would close and a wide smile would spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. She knew before he had even brought you up that he had found someone, and that someone made him truly happy. That's all she wanted for him, he was like a brother to her, and she believed that he deserved nothing but the best.

He turned around, thinking that he would find you still standing in the middle of the office, or maybe sitting on the couch talking to Naomi or Kyouka, but he saw that you were gone, and not only that, but Dazai was gone too. He didn't want to make a scene, of course not, but thinking of you being anywhere with Dazai had him slightly irritated, maybe even... jealous. He had no reason to be jealous obviously, he knew that you would never actually make a move on Dazai, but it wasn't you that he was worried about. You were shy and soft spoken, if Dazai tried anything on you, you would be too nervous to say anything about it or tell him to stop.

His eyes shot open, flashing his beautiful emerald green irises to everyone in the office. They knew he meant business then, clearing a path for him to the door. He already knew where the two of you had went, he thought it was quite foolish of Dazai to try to even take you out of the office in the first place. First thing, he would know exactly where you were, his ultra deduction wasn't just used for crime cases. Also, you were HIS, so it took some nerve for Dazai to sweep you off somewhere to be alone with him, especially when Ranpo was around. He wasn't exactly angry about it, no, just irritated and he wanted to show everyone in the office that you belonged to him, specifically Dazai.

You were at the little booth in the front of the small cafe, sipping from your coffee cup, trying to avoid Dazai's stare. When you put your cup down his hands immediately moved to capture yours. "Wha- What are you doing?" You stammered out, trying to pull your hands away, but his grip was tight. "You have your doubts about Ranpo, and I'm not going to tell you whether you're right or wrong about them. But I will tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. It would be an honor, a great privilege if you would commit a double suicide with me." His eyes were twinkling, filled with excitement at the possible prospect of having someone to do the fateful dead with him.

"I... uh... uhm... no thank you." You yanked your hands away, and just as you were about to get up you felt a set of strong arms wrap around your waist. You turned your neck to see his green eyes staring into yours, and you couldn't think of anything to say, so you shifted your body in his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. He tsked at Dazai, shaking his head at the man at the table. "I'm not shocked, just disappointed that you would attempt such a thing with MY girlfriend. I know that she is absolutely gorgeous, stunning even, but she is mine. I don't share any of my sweets, her included." His voice was stern, and you could only imagine how he would look. The thought of his face, matching the serious tone in his voice, it had a fire burning deep inside of you.

He led you to the elevator, leaving Dazai at the table in silence. You still didn't know what to say, but Ranpo had an idea of how to make you talk. You had been staring down at your shoes as you waited for the elevator to come down from the top floor, but Ranpo didn't like your silence, not at all. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. "You belong to me, isn't that right my little kitten?" You hummed in response, but that wasn't enough. He shook his head and got closer, his face mere inches from your own. "I want to hear you say it." You were putty in his hands, and you loved when he was domineering like this. It turned you on and he knew it, he knew exactly what he was doing. "I'm your's, Daddy. No one else's." You whispered, and you could have sworn that you heard him moan.

The elevator doors opened and he pushed you inside, slamming his finger into the button repeatedly to close the doors. He pressed the top button, but as soon as the elevator started moving he pushed the emergency stop button. When he turned to look back at you his eyes were lidded, a darker version of the beautiful emerald green. That look alone had you practically dripping, and you were rubbing your thighs together, trying to feel anything, any type of friction. He was leaning in the far corner, watching you with a smirk. "Mmm, Daddy's little kitten is so impatient. Do you need my help?"

He walked over to where you were, moving to stand behind you. You grinded yourself against him as his hands traveled agonizingly slow up your thighs, under the hem of your skirt until he reached your panties. "You're soaking already, has Daddy been keeping you waiting too long?" He was kissing along your neck, biting it occasionally as he toyed with your over sensitive slit making your hips buck into his touch. "Let's see how many times I can make you come before someone saves us, hmm?"

A/N : I WAS SWEATING WHILE WRITING THIS AND I REALLY DO HOPE THAT IT'S GOOD BECAUSE I WAS LIKE "OOOHHHH MY GOSH HOW DOES ONE SERVE SOME GOOD FUCKIN FOOD!!!???" BUT I REALLY DO HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

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Hey!! So I read the first part of Roll for Strength a while back and I was wondering if we could get some visuals for Emmett? Like a moodboard or something, or like a faceclaim? Usually I don't like OCs very much ('cause they get in the way of byeler lol) but the idea of *mike* being the first to date another guy is so unique, at least that I've seen in this fandom, that I'm actually really interested to see how it's gonna go! And I'm interested in Emmett, he seems like a good character :)

oooooOOOOOHH! You asked about my OC and I may just love you forever.

(Referring to this story, which I’ve talked about a little before under this tag (or on mobile tap the “Mike’s bf” tag down there).)

Okay okay. Soooo, as far as what he looks like? My thoughts when writing Emmett’s appearance were along this line of thought: normally, Emmett wouldn’t really look like anything special. Like, back in Kent Seattle, a couple years ago before there was all the trouble with his dad and whatnot, Emmett would have looked like any other kid: kind of small; mousy brown hair; gangly; quiet; pretty unremarkable. In fact, he could almost have been Will’s brother or cousin. But then, after all the Drama and Bad Times with his dad went down, he started rebelling. He got more in this mindset of like, “okay, fine, you know what? I’m just gonna dress however I want and do what I want and everyone can just goddamn deal with it, since it doesn’t seem to matter if I’m careful or not so, fuck it.” 

And so, he starts doing things like getting a few piercings and painting his nails black sometimes and putting a bit more thought into his outfits (in a way that would probably get guys in the 80s (and today, actually -_- ) made fun of, since, yanno, putting effort into your appearance if you’re a dude clearly makes you gay), being a little more bold with self-expression, etc. (And because it’s the 80s, he probably started smoking as part of his rebellion, too. Don’t smoke kids.) And then right before they move, he bleached his hair from brown to blond, kind of as a “new town new me” thing. He also hit a growth spurt around then, so by the time he gets to Hawkins at the start of the school year of ‘87, what we have is a tall, bleach-blond, leather-jacket-wearing guy with piercings and a guitar strapped to his back, and at first glance he probably looks cooler than he actually is (because he is, essentially, a somewhat shy, easygoing band geek).

So... something about like this:

As far as faceclaims: the closest I’ve come to seeing a picture and being like “oh hey that looks like Emmett” has been ones like these:

And, yeah, I know. Look, the point was not to be like “let’s make him look like Troye Sivan!”, that just kind of... happened.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And the hair is a little too wavy in those pictures too but eh it’s close.

But yeah! I’m glad a few people are interested in this story, because I’m really excited to get further into it! I’ve almost never seen fanfics / HCs / what-have-you where Mike is the first one to be more comfortable in his queer-ness, Mike is the first one to have a boyfriend, Mike is the first one to come out, etc. - it’s almost exclusively Will that’s “first to the queer scene” in fanon, so exploring the role-swap is really interesting for me! 

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! I’m always happy to ramble talk about my stories / characters haha.