#reverse baseball cap

[hommepieds007]

East Village…Rainbow Flip Flops…

Source: HommePieds007

[boba-t-butch]

i didn't like when someone called relationship anarchy being a "nuanced fuckboy" but i gotta admit i have the aesthetic

[slapknocks]

[midnightwinterhawk]

I found this unfinished fic rec list in my google docs and I have no idea what the theme was supposed to be so I'm setting it free into the world. I've read all of these more than once but that's the only common thread I can see. 😂

Since @outtoshatter told me to publish it (many, many months ago) this is dedicated to her.

The One You Choose by @asterekmess

13k | Mature

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

Sex Therapy by Asterekmess

51k | Explict

Stiles wanders into a club named Eclipse, looking for a one night stand to help him get over his breakup, only to realize that he has no idea what he's doing. Luckily for him, Derek is happy to be his Yoda.

The only problem comes when neither of them are able to keep it to just one night.

In One Kiss You'll Know All I Haven't Said by @aussiebee

1.7k | Teen

Derek accidentally kisses Stiles goodbye. They aren't dating.

It becomes... a thing.

we are the resistance by @callunavulgari

7k | Mature | (Pacific Rim au!!)

“So,” Stiles says after a moment. “Werewolves.”

“It’s a thing,” Derek murmurs sleepily.

Stiles chokes on a laugh. “Yeah, I realize that now. I just, I don’t know why I expected anything different. We live in a world where giant aliens attack every few weeks through a trans-dimensional portal at the bottom of the Pacific, why wouldn’t werewolves exist?”

[Hilary Duff Lyric Redacted] by calrissian18 (@wellhalesbells)

40k | Explicit

Stiles hadn’t been in Beacon Hills in five years, hadn’t seen Derek in nearly as long, when he got the text:

New number: (+530) 365-2421

or

An abundance of overeating and geekery, dangerous caffeine/sugar cereal addictions, surprise werewolves, bird insults, purple-eyed shrimp, reincarnated serial killers (it's cool, he has a leash), poorly played professional baseball, and a love story. In that order.

stuck in reverse by @crazyassmurdererwall

65k | Explict

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, no one deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Step into the daylight (and let it go) by dearericbittle

14k | Mature

Stiles is a grad student with serious insomnia. So when he sees a stranger in need of help, he thinks it’ll be a good way to allevbore the boredom. How the hell was he supposed to know that the weird guy with the baseball cap was a famous actor (and a fucking werewolf)? He just keeps running into the guy. Coincidence? Stiles thinks not.

Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by @devildoll

40k | Explicit

"Stiles shouldn't accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores." In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

of gods & monsters by @dexterous-sinistrous

6k | Mature

“I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.”

Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?”

Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

Painted Wooden Letters by @discontentedwinter

10k | Teen | (Stiles & John with a tiny side of Sterek)

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

Smoke & Mirrors by doodle

69k | Explicit

"Mirror twin, actually,” Stiles corrected automatically. “It’s a subset of identical, but we’re not identical in the normal way. I'm the mirror image of him, or him me, whichever way you want to look at it."

Stiles has spent his entire life in the shadow of JJ, his popular, captain of the lacrosse team, jackass twin brother. Now he only has to make it through the summer until JJ goes to college.

Easier said than done when JJ starts hooking up with Stiles' crush, Derek Hale, and there's a dead body in the preserve.

Windows by @drgrlfriend

83k | Explicit

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Watch as the waves, fall back into place. by DropsOfAddiction

32k | Explicit

Derek rakes his eyes over Stiles’ exposed arms and his gaze lingers on the lithe muscle there. The evidence of years of staying in shape, working as an FBI field agent is blatant and was he always that hairy?

Derek’s mesmerised by the dark hair running up his arms and it’s only when Stiles clears his throat and flails his hands at him that Derek manages to bring his eyes to his face.

Stiles’ brown hair is longer and he looks taller somehow, fitting his body in a way Derek’s never quite seen on him. He looks totally comfortable in himself, propped there against the jeep like he does this every day, like he’s not making Derek readjust his entire world view, just by being there.

Derek scents the air blatantly and he steps closer to him, pleased with the way Stiles’ heartbeat spikes a little, despite his cool demeanour.

“Hey Hale. Looking good,” Stiles grins, still not moving an inch, even when Derek’s only about a metre away.

lovely, dark, deep by @elisela

3k | General

Stiles floats.

That’s all there is to do; the day is sunny and warm, like every other day he’s been in this pond, though he’s not sure how long that’s been. Sometimes he thinks it hasn’t been long, but whenever he tries to think about it, he … forgets. He told Kate once, when she came out to the garden late one night and let a fox tumble from her hands onto the ground, and she’d patted his cheek and told him that merpeople weren’t known for anything but looking pretty, so she wasn’t surprised to hear he didn’t have many thoughts in his head.

Sometimes it bothers him, that he can remember every day he’s been in the pond but nothing before, but if he thinks about it for too long he forgets that, too.

By Any Other Name by @entanglednow

33k | Explicit

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Hide Of A Life War by @etharei

26k | Explicit

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...”

The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

One Dollar Yoda by exclamation @adventures-in-a-world-of-fiction

11k | Mature

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

On my Way by Gia279 (@outtoshatter)

18k | NR

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it.

He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear.

A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

Forward Motion by Gia279

9k | Teen

Stiles and Claudia have just opened their magic shop, finally moving to a brick and mortar store instead of selling potions and amulets from their kitchen.

Derek is having strange dreams, and Peter keeps asking him to go pick up some weird herbs from the new shop while the rest of the Hale pack is in an uproar preparing for their chaotic winter celebration.

Stiles has not one but two embarrassing run-ins with Derek before he manages a conversation with him, and Claudia gets the last laugh.

Shifted by Gia279

48k | NR

What the fuck? Stiles’s eyes snapped open. He leaped back.

A semi-truck blew by, horn blaring in annoyance.

Stiles looked around. His heart quickened at the unfamiliar shadows. His phone rang again, startling him. He fumbled it out of his pocket to answer, fingers sliding awkwardly over the screen.

“Where are you?” Talia’s voice snapped with urgency.

Stiles looked down. His feet were bare and dirty, but he’d still been wearing jeans when he fell asleep. “I’m not sure.”

flint & tinder by grimm

43k | Explicit

Casting spells, chasing monsters, wooing your coworkers and fucking them in their offices - it's all in a day's work for Stiles Stilinski.

North of Salem by @halehathnofury-blog

85k | Explicit

The world is ending in a fight between the supernatural and human worlds. On the front line there are packs that keep the threat at bay and one of them is run by an Alpha wolf and a Spark.

Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

16k | Teen

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

“—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt

68k | Teen

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

Puppy Love by @jerakeenc

7k | Teen

"You stole half the dogs in town," his dad says, hands on his hips. "I should arrest you."

"They're in protective custody," Stiles corrects him. He's trying to sound serious, but it's almost impossible when you have a Pomeranian eating your hair.

Waiting Games Jerakeen

6k | Explicit

Being an only child and heir to the throne, Stiles had always known he may not have the luxury of marrying for love. When he’d realized he was an omega to boot, things had taken an even more uncomfortable turn for him.

Omegas are rare. An omega as the heir apparent is almost unheard of.

Which is why there is no wiggle room when it comes to the tournament.

Don't Worry Baby by @kalpurna

20k | Explicit

"You know you're allowed to ask for vanilla sex, right?" he says, afterwards. "We can do whatever you want. That's kind of the point."

Derek doesn't respond.

The (un)Usual? by @rhysiana

28k | Teen

Stiles works nights at the local college-town diner. Derek is the weird, taciturn new regular who apparently needs huge quantities of food in the middle of the night. Stiles is determined to figure out why.

[86espresso]

obsessed jack mature [1k]

hitting you with all the ‘w’ questions whenever you get up from your spot and leave his side cold and empty.

“where are you going?”

“bathroom”

“why?”

“because? I need- to go-” pointing down there to emphasize

“when will you be back?”

he’s putting his face in the crook of your neck too often in front of audiences, mumbling about how much he loves you.

of course, your face burns with the amounts of affection he throws at you and you reciprocate because who doesn’t want a man thats wholly dedicated to them.

he can’t help but buy whatever you set your eyes on a little too long.

he’s always bending down to strap and unstrap your shoes.

always drinks from his second favorite mug- his favorite goes to you. you never thought it was weird, you would do the same for him if you had a favorite or second favorite something.

always keeping his hand in your back pocket while wandering through a crowd. his brothers and friends give him shit because you def walk him like a dog.

calling you in the middle of girls night, rutting his sweatpants against your bed and rasping out that he needs you. waiting for you to get home and punish him for ‘ruining’ your plans knowing full well that, to you, there’s no pleasure greater than watching your boyfriend fall apart in your hands.

him pointing at you after every goal he scores as if you did it.

carries you up all and every stairs because he can. no one bats an eye at your antics anymore because you were basically best friends that spend way too much time with each-other.

treats you like a princess / fucks you like a whore type guy. (need)

up awake wondering what you’re doing while he’s on roadies. he’s usually less bright during these because you aren’t there to greet him after good or bad games.

roadies are hard for you too, because jack spoils your so much that you forget basic things like opening doors for yourself and carrying in the groceries. you’re more on the clumsy side, so jack isn’t there to save you when you take a tumble and break your wrist. he’s on the first flight back home and goes straight to you in the ER, pale and flushed with worry even after you reassure him that you’re okay. he steps around you carefully for a few days after that, making sure you have everything you need.

it’s embarrassing how co-dependent you both are, but it’s another point that solidifies that you’re in it for the long run.

literally gets lost in your kisses. pulls you closer and closer til he cant and tilts his head to get better angles at drowning in you. loves the way your cup his face during the soft ones and melts every time you sigh in between them. loves how perfectly your lips slot against his. you love his adorable giggles when you’re smacking your stained lips all over his face.

would pass up a night with the boys in a heartbeat if you even hinted that you wanted him to stay.

knows you’re cold all the time so uses that as an excuse to remain attached to you as much as he can.

takes his baseball cap off his head and puts it on yours whenever he sees you.

never misses any of your important events. he always puts emphasis on how your career is as important as his.

posts you on his insta in obvious and subtle ways. sometimes it’s you entirely, other times it’s your shoulder in the corner of the picture, just barely showing the ‘86’ tattoo there. twitter went crazy when he posted pictures of you in your wag jacket right before the playoffs. one picture of your back turned, showing his name, and another with your front where the jacket is open and you’re wearing shades and a black tube top.

“you’re so pretty” and you’re in a fucked out state with your hair clinging to your face and neck, breathing erratic.

knows exactly what type of sex you want and when, and never fails to deliver. sometimes it’s fun and messy, teeth clashing, laughing when his head hits the wall. sometimes it’s hot and rough, edging you to tears and not holding back. sometimes the roles are reversed. sometimes he’s slow with you and takes his time showing your body love.

makes sure that his gifts to you are more thoughtful than expensive because he knows that thats what you prefer.

is absolutely terrified of tattoos but gets one for you anyway.

he would live between your tits forever if he could.

you can’t help the way your uterus explodes when he holds quinn’s son in his hands. he’s just so tiny in Jack’s arms and you would jump him then and there if there wasn’t a quietly sobbing quinn on your shoulder and his passed out wife beside you.

sends you pictures of different things from the store, wanting to buy what you prefer.

never takes off the necklace you gifted him.

you’re more of a hygiene-freak and he’s more of a neat-freak so he leaves the cleaning to you and you leave the laundry to him.

there’s so much unspoken love between you two, physical touch and acts of service are as important as the words you say to each other.

you put a hand to your heart whenever he catches your eyes during a game, so he knows that he has your full support no matter what.

you love nothing more than wrapping your hand around his throat while teasing him other than him doing the same to you.

wears your perfume and leaves your lipstick stains on his neck as they are.

watches you do everyday things with the most lovesick expressions, he’s actually obsessed.

like, people would make fun of him being so enamored by you but he would wear it like a crown.

[waitineedaname]

mxtx characters who, in my humble butch opinion, should be butch

Luo Binghe: listen. look me in the eyes. in a genderswap situation, Binghe should get to be butch. one of the key themes in SVSSS is gender, and one of the things that distinguishes SVSSS!Binghe from PIDW!Binghe is that he's not the hypermasculine protagonist and instead is allowed to enjoy more feminine things (like being Shizun's housewife). that's why he's specifically called Bing-mei and it's also why im on my transfemme Binghe soapbox all the time, but that's a whole other topic. what im saying is if we're reversing the gender situation, then fem!Binghe in SVSSS should get to enjoy more masculine things. it's what she deserves. she strikes me as the kind of butch that gets a thrill out of doing gentlemanly things like giving SQQ her coat when she's cold. she should be the Bing-di to PIDW's Bing-jie

Shang Qinghua: this one is deeply self-indulgent projection but don't fucking worry about that okay. SQH is a very specific flavor of low effort butch nerd. SQH is the cookie monster pajamas to butch pipeline. SQH cuts her own hair with regular scissors for convenience and Shen Yuan is dying to get her to just buy some goddamn clippers. SQH is running off of four red bulls and spite. She inexplicably has game and she's just as confused about this as you are

Xie Lian: imagine this for me. you go to one of those volunteering events where you're cleaning trash out of a creek or something. there is a woman there in cargo pants or maybe overalls, something with a shit ton of pockets. she has not shaved in months, maybe years. her hair is in the messiest bun possible, or maybe tied back under a baseball cap. she is somehow the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. after taking away all the trash and informing everyone how to sort the recycling, she is picked up by another woman who appears to be the definition of high camp. you leave this encounter feeling like you might have been converted to something. perhaps to lesbianism. this is what an encounter with butch Xie Lian is like.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

So many characters to pick from for the ask game. Go on then, tell us about Ghost?

favorite thing about them

His sense of humour. It's dark and dry. Absolutely spot on. He's so understated and quiet, and I just love that about him.

Also, his loyalty to Price. That co-dependent loyal attack dog and handler shit does it for me. Makes the hottest, most desperate smut, and some of the hardest hitting relationship dynamics.

I think Ghost balances on the precipice of self implosion, all his wounds are still open, but they're hidden deep, the proverbial blood being soaked up by that bally. The only thing standing between Ghost and the abyss is a shitty Mohawk, a tacky baseball cap, and a boonie hat holding them all together.

least favorite thing about them

Not really least favourite, but most challenging to portray. Ghost doesn't trust anyone. Not even Johnny or Price. I think deep down he is waiting for them to turn on him too, because it would be life's final laugh at his expense. It would be the end of him, it would tear him to pieces, and once his mag was empty, he'd reload and put the final shot in his own head. Just how quickly he starts shooting Shadows when they betray him, no hesitation. Savage.

In my view, the problem with being brought up in an environment where the people you love (and are meant to love you) are constantly hurting you is that you think the two are linked. It's part and parcel for Price and Johnny to eventually betray him because that's what love is. He's just trying to savour it a little without letting his guard down. It's a constant war in his head between his trauma and his desperate desire to trust and heal.

favorite line

"Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most." (Even you...)

brOTP

Ghost doesn't have friends (unless you count Johnny, but Ghost will tell you he has a puppy if you point that out). But Ghost and Graves are hilarious.

OTP

Ghost/Therapy (ha, no, it's Ghost/Price)

nOTP

Ghost/Roba

random headcanon

He has Football Manager on his phone and he's obsessed with it. He's part of the sweepstakes on base and the rookies love his involvement because he's the most human when discussing players, team stats and compositions. He supports Man City. Once, a rookie was brave enough to call him a Stockport and was never heard from again.

unpopular opinion

His moral compass is fucked. Absolutely, well and truly. He uses Price's on loan. Ghost knows he is, and sees himself as, a bad guy, but that's only partially his fault (he could do the work to heal after all). He is hugely fucking traumatised, and the Ministry of Defence gave him a gun.

song i associate with them

I have loads, actually.

favorite picture of them

A classic.

[katareyoudrilling]

The Sweepstakes: Frankie Morales (Porn Star AU)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Porn Star Female Reader

Summary: A popular porn site runs a sweepstakes to win a night with your favorite porn star. One of the winners is a man and he has chosen you.  Will it be a night of mediocre sex or will Frankie surprise you?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PIV (paperwork is involved), oral (m and f receiving), a hint of tummy worship, reader’s clothing is described briefly but no physical description

A/N: I got in the weeds a bit thinking how something like this could be made safe for everyone involved and decided we all just need to suspend our disbelief.  I left some in for the sake of “the plot” but let’s trust that everyone has good intentions.  The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa.  This was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy a reverse sweepstakes!

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“Thanks for coming in.”  Erin shuts the door behind you as you take a seat across from her desk.

“Of course.”  You have a scene to film after this meeting.  It was no problem to come in a little early.

“So, as you know, we are running this sweepstakes for our subscribers to win a night with their favorite performer.  You agreed to be one of the female options and even though the vast majority of our subscribers are women, one of our winners is a man and he chose you.”

“Oh wow.”  You can’t help but be a little flattered.  Everyone likes to be chosen.

“Yeah, so I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you’re ok to continue.  I have his picture and basic info here.”  She slides some paperwork across the desk, and you pick it up.

Looking back at you are the kindest brown eyes you think you’ve ever seen.  He is wearing a baseball cap – hair curling around his ears ��� a scruffy beard, and a lopsided smile.  His name is Francisco Morales.

“We’ve done a background check and everything like we talked about, and he looks good from our end.  You still have the right to refuse, though,” Erin continues as you read over Francisco’s information.

“He’s cute.  I’m not concerned.  I can handle a night of mediocre sex with a civilian and make this guy’s dream come true.”  It feels a little conceited to say it, but as an adult entertainer, you know you’re the subject of a lot of male fantasies.  You also know that you are very good at what you do.

Erin laughs.  “That’s very generous of you.  Hopefully it won’t be too bad, but best to set expectations low.”  She takes the papers back from you.  “I know you have a scene to film upstairs.  I’ll let you know when we get this scheduled.”

“Sounds good.  Thanks, Erin!”  You push back from the desk and leave the office with a wave.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

When the day arrives, you prepare like you would for any scene.  You’re not more nervous than any other day when you’d be having sex with a new scene partner.  You dress in your signature outfit of a crop-top and cut-off jean shorts, showing off your legs is never a bad idea.

When you arrive at the studio, you check in with Erin to go over Francisco’s final paperwork and reaffirm that all the company’s requirements around consent and safety have been met.

When everything is settled, you go to meet him in the filming room.

You open the door to a man pacing back and forth, worrying a baseball cap in his hands.  Erin had warned you that he seemed nervous and not to expect him to be sitting eagerly on the bed waiting for you like your usual partners.

He looks up at you when he hears the door, panic written all over his features.

“Hi, Francisco, it’s nice to meet you.”  You approach him cautiously, opening your arms for a hug.

He accepts the hug and you’re pleasantly surprised at the warm comfort of his broad shoulders and t-shirt-clad chest before pulling away.

“Call me Frankie,” he replies, running his fingers through his wavy hair.

“Frankie it is.  How are you?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I feel like such a creep.” He hangs his head and twists the hat in his hands.  “The cameras…” he gestures to the tripods set up in the corners of the room.  “They said they are partly to keep you safe… I… I shouldn’t be here.”

He was right about the cameras.  Sweepstakes winners had the option of recording their encounter for private use, but in your case, the feed would also be monitored for your safety.

“I heard you chose to go for the recording option.  I’m glad you did.  I would have tried to change your mind before we started otherwise.”  He glances up at you, surprised.  “I like performing for cameras.”  You shrug and one corner of his mouth twitches.  You take it as a good sign.

“Look Frankie, I’m not going to make you stay, but I’d really like if we could talk for a minute.”

You sit on the bed and pat the spot next to you.  Frankie relents and sits next to you, keeping a safe distance between your bodies.  It’s endearing really, and warmth stirs in your chest.

“We’re both adults here, Frankie.  I signed up for this too, you know.  No one is forcing me to be here.”

Frankie lets out a long exhale and finally meets your gaze.  “Thank you for saying that.  It’s just a really strange situation and I got in my head about it.”

“Perfectly understandable.  Why don’t you tell me why you entered the sweepstakes?”

He runs his hand through his hair again, it must be a nervous habit of his.  It’s delightfully disheveled and you notice shades of caramel and gray woven through the dark brown waves.  You allow your gaze to roam over his features.  Aquiline nose.  Pouty lips.  He is a very handsome man.  His picture didn’t do him justice.

“I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time, to be honest with you.  I’m just a big fan.”  He offers you that lopsided smile you first saw in his photo.

“You know, most of our subscribers are women, it’s kind of our thing.  What lead you to us? And as a subscriber as well?”

“Good question,” he exhales again.  “I really like the idea of supporting an ethical production company where I can know everyone involved is consenting.  I don’t want to ever think someone has been coerced or treated badly while I’m… you know.”  His ears turn pink, and it might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

“That’s important to me too,” you nod and scoot a little bit closer to him on the bed.

“I also like that the orgasms are real.  I’m not interested in anyone... faking.”  If his ears weren’t red before, they certainly are now.  Along with his nose and cheeks.

It occurs to you that one of the other female performer options practically comes if you look at her.  If Frankie had just wanted an ego boost tonight, he could have easily chosen her.  It’s not that it’s difficult for you, but it is going to take some effort.  It stirs your interest that he might be up to the challenge.

“Do you like making women come, Frankie?”

He nods and smiles a little, still looking down at the hat in his hands.

“Do you think you can make me come tonight?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’d certainly like to fucking try,” he looks directly into your eyes and the deep rumble of his voice turns the affectionate warmth in your chest into a building fire in your core.  You move even closer so that your leg is touching his.

Frankie stares at the bare skin of your knee where it brushes against his jeans.

“Can I touch you, Frankie?”

He looks up at you and nods.  So much want burning in his kind eyes.

You run your fingers through the hair at his temple and scratch your nails through his scruff.  He leans into your hand and moans.

Oh fuck.

The sound shoots straight to your pussy.

“Can I touch you?” Frankie rasps.

“Yes, you can.  But you need to lose the hat.”

He chuckles, dropping the misshapen hat on the floor before tentatively lifting his hand to place it on your leg.  His hands are large, warm, and calloused.  Sparks fly over your skin as he strokes your softness.  You lean in slowly and press your lips to his cheek, then his mouth.

His plush lips part with a sigh.  You turn his face towards you as you gently explore.

It’s been a while since you’ve just made out with someone.  He seems to need you to go slowly and you certainly don’t want to spook him now that he is more relaxed.  In your brief conversation you’ve become very curious about this man.

Frankie tentatively glides his hand over your clothed hip, barely letting his fingers caress the skin above the waistband of your shorts.

You guide him gently up onto the bed and stretch out along his long frame.  He’s so warm and soft, you just want to snuggle into his chest.

It’s luxurious and unhurried and oh so hot.

You let out a contented sigh as you slide your hand under his shirt and up his back.  His grip tightens on your hip, so you roll your hips towards him in response – encouraging him to touch you.

He receives the message, shifting his hand to palm your ass.  You moan into his mouth and are rewarded with a strangled groan as his grip tightens.  His rough fingertips skim the sensitive skin of your upper thigh sending shivers up your spine.

“You feel so good, Frankie,” you break away from his mouth as he trails kisses down your neck.  “I want to feel more of you.”

You tug at his shirt and he reluctantly stops kissing you to pull it over his head.  You are rewarded with a vision of golden skin over strong muscles.  He’s slightly soft around the middle and it makes you want to see your teeth marks on his skin.

You sit up and quickly pull your crop top over your head and are reaching for the clasp of your bra, when he sits up and stills your hands.

“Let me, baby.”

“Whatever you want, Frankie.”

You place your hands on his chest as he traces his fingers over the cups and straps of your bra, watching goosebumps rise over your skin.  It’s so sensuous and deliberate, you’re struggling not to whimper and you don’t even have your clothes off yet.  When he reaches around to undo the clasp, you crowd into his chest and begin to lick and suck at his neck.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as you taste his skin.  Delicious.  You allow your bra to slide down your arms and off then reach for the button of his jeans.  “Take these off.”

“In a minute,” Frankie replies and you scoff.  This isn’t the nervous man you first met.  You smile to yourself.  He must be getting comfortable.  

Turns out he needs a minute because he wants to explore your tits.  He brushes his fingertips over your nipples, watching them tighten in response.  He gathers you onto his lap, better to pull each bud into his mouth.

He swirls his tongue around you, one breast at a time, palming the other with his large hands.  It’s exquisitely, maddeningly slow.  Your pussy aches as you try to find some friction through your shorts, but he’s holding you away from himself.

Frankie smiles around your tit as you whine and try to grind into him.

“You like this, huh?” you complain, clutching at his broad shoulders.

“Do I like making you sound like that? Yes, I do.”  His voice rumbles pleasantly against your chest.

He finally relents, working his way up your neck and back to your mouth.  You take control of the kiss, plunging your tongue into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip.  He lays back for you on the bed, settling with his head up against the headboard.  You take the opportunity to undo the fly of his jeans.

“Can I have these now?” you tease.

“Only if I can have yours.” His gorgeous mouth pulls up into his signature lopsided grin.

“Deal.”  You shimmy out of your shorts and underwear as he pulls down his jeans and boxers and tosses them on the floor.

You sit back on your heels and take in the gloriously naked man in front of you.  His long legs stretch out on either side of your hips.

He’s not the polished, waxed, perfectly honed specimen of a man you often work with.  You find that it’s perfectly ok with you, might even be preferable.  He’s so real, splayed out and unselfconscious.

Broad, warm, soft at the edges, but hard where it matters.

And the way he’s looking at you…  It gives you shivers.  There’s a deep hunger in those brown eyes, but also patience and a surprising amount of control.  You had expected this to be a pretty quick encounter, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.  You squirm, noticing the wetness building in your center.

He watches you with hooded eyes as you slide your hands up his muscular thighs.  His cock bobs eagerly against his stomach.  He has a very nice cock.  Possibly the best you’ve seen on a civilian, being a porn star does spoil you a bit in that regard.

His is nice and thick and plenty big enough to know he will feel really good.

You take him in your hand and stroke him up and down, licking your lips.

“You don’t ha…” he interrupts and you silence him with a look.

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do, Frankie.  Trust me.”

He nods and exhales, relaxing again against the headboard.  His chest is delightfully flushed as he takes stuttering breaths with each stroke of your hand.

“You’re so pretty,” you praise him and watch as the flush creeps up his neck and blooms across his cheeks.

So fucking pretty.

Then you take him in your mouth.

His hips buck underneath you and he curses as he tries to still himself.  

You pull out all the stops, giving him the slipperiest, deepest blow job you can.

You enjoy watching men come apart for you.  It’s a shame so many of your scene partners are so used to it now, they don’t react the way Frankie does.

He fists his hands in the sheets.  His mouth drops open.  His chest rises and falls with ragged pants.  The tendons in his neck strain as he tries to keep himself under control.

His cock is thick and heavy on your tongue.  Just how you like it.

You take your time taking him apart.

He’s just so pretty.

At the first sign that his control is slipping, you slow down.  Easing yourself off him and surveying the wrecked man in front of you with satisfaction.

You kiss your way up his tummy, nipping his soft flesh as you go.  Your teeth marks look just as good as you hoped – little pink crescents on his golden skin.  You continue up his chest and recapture his mouth for a hungry kiss.

You straddle his hips and line yourself up to sink down, when he grabs you and flips you over.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”  He pants into your mouth before kissing down your body, stroking your skin with his calloused fingers.  He continues working his way down to your pussy making his intent clear.  What a pleasant surprise.

You love oral sex and even sub-par oral, is still oral, right?  You prop yourself up on your elbows and open your knees wide so you can watch as Frankie takes a long lick from your entrance to your clit.

You sigh in contentment.  His mouth is warm, wet, and firm.  So what if you don’t come, it still feels good.

You relax and let your head drop back as Frankie explores.  He circles… sucks… nudges.

Oh

Ohhhh

Tightness coils in your belly and you look down at him with a gasp.

He’s good at this.

He’s looking up at you.  Brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he slowly drags his tongue through your folds.  Then he winks.

He knows he’s good at this.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes your throat, but are quickly pulled back under by the pleasure emanating from between your legs.

“Yes, Frankie. That feels so good,” you moan succumbing to the building pressure.  You clench around nothing and are rewarded with a thick finger in your cunt.

“Fuuuuck,” you whine as he strokes in time with his tongue.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.  You gonna come for me?” he rasps between licks.  His scruff tickling your sensitive skin.

Who is this pussy-eating king who is better than some of the professionals you’ve worked with?

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the coil winding tighter in your belly.  The fluttering of your pussy.  The stars sparking at the edge of your vision.

And suddenly you’re coming.  Pulsing against his tongue as he works you through it.  Groaning his own pleasure into your center.

As the waves subside, Frankie reclaims your mouth, dragging his cock through your slick folds, blocking out your vision with his broad shoulders.  You pull him down to you, running your fingers through his hair and down along his muscular back.

“How do you want me, baby?” you ask him between nips at his bottom lip.  You tilt your hips up to him and savor the rough grind of his cock between your legs.

“I want you every way, sweetheart.”  He nuzzles into your neck and your heart does a little pitter patter.  Just post-orgasm glow, you tell yourself.

“I want this to be a night to remember for you, Frankie.  How about the porn star special?”

He pulls back from nuzzling your neck, amusement lifting one side of his face into that charming grin.  “What’s the porn star special?”

You give him a mischievous grin, “Just follow my lead.”

Over the course of the evening, you lead Frankie through your repertoire.  The kinds of hyper flexible positions he’ll only ever see in porn.  You giggle your way through some of the more ridiculous ones when Frankie furrows his brow and questions what exactly anyone is supposed to be getting out of this.

You slow down when Frankie grabs your hips and hisses that he’s too close.  You kiss across his chest and shoulders and from his neck to his soft tummy as he regains his composure.  You take breaks for water and lube, teasing and laughing while you catch your breath.

You come more than once along the way.  Frankie finds your clit and gives you the extra friction you need to tip over the edge.  He stays with you, locked eyes and panted breath, through each one.  You don’t think too hard about why each time you come, it’s while staring into those soulful eyes.

In the end, you find yourself on his lap, grinding your hips into him as he sits with his back against the headboard and his face between your tits.  He feels so good in your pussy, filling you up just right.

It’s syrupy and slow, both of you worn out and rocking into each other.  Frankie’s panted moans hot against your chest.

“Can I finish in you?” he pleads, sweaty curls plastered across his forehead.

“You don’t want to see your cum all over me?”

“No, no, I need to feel you around me when I come, sweetheart, please,” he begs.  “I need your perfect pussy.”  As if you would deny him that.

You brush his hair away from his face and press a soft kiss to his lips.  “Of course, Frankie.  Fill me up.”

Frankie practically growls as he tips you backwards on to the bed.  He positions himself above you, grasping your leg as he drives into you in long, firm strokes.  

He pours every last ounce of his energy into you, finally allowing himself to chase the climax you’ve been edging him towards all evening.  He presses his forehead to yours while he slams into you at a relentless pace.  So close.  So deep.  Your climax hovers on the horizon once again.

“Come with me Frankie,” you whimper.  He groans and stutters in response.  You watch his face contort into pure bliss and it tips you over the edge with him.

Such a beautiful sight.

Maybe you need a copy of this video too.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Frankie waits on the sidewalk for his Uber, resting his back against the non-descript building and letting the memories of the evening replay in his mind.

After the scene, you had both cleaned up.  The bed was a mess, but you had assured him that it was ok, it came with the business.

You were more wonderful than he ever could have imagined.  So beautiful, sexy, and fun.  You had been so kind and complimentary after.  He didn’t know how to end the evening… to say goodbye.  He stammered his thanks when you gave him a hug and a final kiss as you showed him where he could take a shower before he left for the night.

When he’d come out, you were already gone.

Just a memory now.

One he would revisit often.

Thank fuck he agreed to the video.

His phone buzzes in his pocket.  The Uber is probably close by.  He pulls it out absently, brain still hazy and sex-addled.

There’s a message from an unknown number:

I hope you don’t mind, I convinced Erin to give me your number.  I had a great time tonight.  Call me sometime ;-)

A slow smile spreads over his face.  Maybe not just a memory after all.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ like never before, part 2 — han jisung x female reader

↻ 2.2k :: best friend's brother :: cw. explicit smut. soft dom!jisung, oral sex, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, use of "baby," "baby girl," "slut".

you spend a part of your summer vacation at your rooomate's house, and her older brother is making you feel things you've never felt before. part two of a series of encounters. -- this time, jisung wants to honor his promise.

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You turn on the light in the small room, carrying your bundle of clothes under your arm. There’s not that much to wash but you still insist on doing it yourself - your best friend’s family is already kind enough to let you stay at their house, it’s the least you can do. Besides, it won’t take very long. 

The house is quiet today. Your best friend is gone to spend the day with her boyfriend, so you have some time to yourself. You cleaned the guest room you’re staying in, and you’re feeling hungry so you will get the washing started and make yourself a snack. Your earbuds are blasting a song you like, so you bop your head as you put your clothes in the machine. You make sure you start the right cycle, and turn on your heels to head for the kitchen. 

Except you collapse into someone’s arms. You gasp in surprise and slight fear, looking up at Jisung with wide eyes. You didn’t hear him coming because of your music - you didn’t even know he was in the house. He went out with friends the previous night, so you were sure he was still sleeping. But he’s there, smiling mischievously, holding your arms in this room that suddenly feels very small. 

You remove your headphones, laughing nervously. “Jisung, you scared me…”  

“Sorry,” he answers, not looking sorry at all. “Just wanted to say good morning.”  

“I thought you were sleeping,” you reply a little shyly, because he still hasn’t removed his arms from around you. His penetrative gaze and messy hair under his reverse baseball  cap is derailing your thoughts, too. “Did you have fun last night?” 

He nods. “It was cool. You should come next time.” 

“Maybe,” you smile. “Are you hungry? I was going to -” 

“You listened to what I told you, huh?” he interrupts you.

You blink in confusion. Jisung arches an eyebrow, his fingers descending down your arm. It sends a shiver through your body, and you close your eyes as he leans in your ear. 

“The panties,” he whispers. “Your panties, stained with my cum.” 

He places a brief kiss in your neck and you have to bite your lip to hold back from moaning. Of course you haven’t forgotten about what happened between you - in fact, it’s pretty much all you can think about. Jisung’s hot breath against your skin, his cock nestled between your thighs, the way he grunted as he came… You’ve been aching for more since, hoping he would visit you during the night again, but he hasn’t for the past two days. 

“No,” you breathe. “I kept them.”  

Jisung chuckles. “Good girl.” He looks at you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “Although… I’ve been waiting for you to visit me. Why haven’t you?” 

You part your lips, blushing. “I - I just… I didn’t -” 

“You can’t be expecting me to make all the moves, huh, baby? I’m going to need you to ask for it. Maybe even beg. I want to see how much you want this… How desperate you can be…” 

He leans into your ear, giving your earlobe a quick lick, and you have to clench your fists to keep your legs from bucking. 

“But I did make a promise, didn’t I? What did I tell you?” 

Jisung trails his tongue down your neck and you sigh. 

“Tell me,” he says in a demanding voice. “Repeat what I said.” 

“That you’d show me how hard your tongue can make me cum,” you answer.

He chuckles. “You remember that well, huh? Of course you would.” 

He pushes you against the washing machine and you grab his shirt, looking at him with wide eyes. “Ji, anybody could -”  

“My father’s gone golfing and my mom’s on the phone with her friend,” he shrugs. “No one  is going to pay attention to us. The noise of the machine will cover those cute little moans  of yours…” 

He closes the door of the small room and quickly lifts you, sitting you down on the machine. It vibrates under you, your eyes glassy from desire, as Jisung takes your chin in between his fingers.

“Look at that little face. I barely touched you and you already look fucked out. Are you wet for me, baby?”

You nod, Jisung lowering his hand so he can squeeze one of your tits in his hand. 

“Let me see those tits.”  

He helps you remove your t-shirt and your sports bra, staring at your tits with a grin. He places himself between your legs, his crotch pushing against your already throbbing core, and leans in to swirl his tongue around your nipple. You moan softly as he kisses and licks your tits, massaging them in his hands. It feels incredible with the warm machine moving under you. You instinctively roll your hips to create friction. 

“Such a horny little slut,” he breathes. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…” 

Leaving your tits, Jisung’s hand crawls between your legs and pushes against your shorts, right above your clit. You whimper, craving more, and you can feel him smile against your tits. 

“So fucking wet,” he growls. 

He impatiently removes your shorts, tugging at your panties with a playful smile. 

“We’re not keeping those on today,” he says. “I need to see that soaked cunt all spread out for me.”  

You nod, and lift your ass off the machine.  Your shorts and panties end up on the floor, so you sit there completely naked for him. Jisung takes a second to look at you, smirking, palming his hardening cock above his sweatpants. You’re so wet you know you’re probably already making a mess, feeling slightly dizzy with need. No one has ever made you feel this way. 

“Jisung,” you whisper, reaching for him. 

“Hm? What is it, baby?” he asks, his voice hoarse. He’s still stroking himself looking at you, so you spread your legs open so he can take a look at your soaked folds. You bite your lip, your fingers playing with your tits. 

“Please touch me,” you whisper. 

“Say it louder,” he grunts.” 

“Please touch me,” you say again, louder this time. “I - I need you… Please…” 

Jisung closes the distance between you, his fingers landing around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, only holds you, and it makes you clench around nothing. 

“Such a fucking slut you are,” he growls. “Already begging for it, huh? Wait until you feel my cock stretching you. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

At the same time his fingers make contact with your wetness, and you shudder against his touch. He circles your clit, spreading your slick all across your cunt, and enters two fingers inside of you. You moan as Jisung squeezes the fingers around your neck, clenching hard around his digits. 

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he chuckles in your ear. 

He squeezes a little harder and you whimper, desperately thrusting your hips. 

“I’m going to remember that for later,” he tells you. “But I did make you a promise…” 

His breath leaves your neck as Jisung lowers his body, his tongue leaving a wet trail on your chest and stomach. He stops in front of your cunt, spreading your legs further apart  with his hands. He starts to kiss your inner thighs, and you slightly lean back on the machine. You’re lost in the bliss he is creating, forgetting where you are, who could decide to walk in at any moment. 

“Beautiful,” Jisung breathes. “A fucking feast.”  

Then his mouth is all over you at once and you have to hold back a scream. You gasp. He is kissing you everywhere, licking you everywhere. Sloppy sounds can barely be heard above the washing machine under you, but you feel everything. His tongue digging deep in your folds, touching all the spots that make you go crazy. You haven’t experienced oral sex a lot in your life, and it has never even come close to this. 

Your head falls backwards, one of your hands grabs his head - his cap falls back on the floor and you slide your fingers in his hair. Jisung eats you out like you really are a feast, moving his tongue up and down and around, his lips slurping your wetness. He pushes you a bit back so he can reach your entrance, teasing his tongue around it, his mouth making you lose grasp on reality. 

You can’t even say anything, you can only moan, you can only whisper his name frantically. Jisung smiles against your cunt, and although your own eyes are closed, you can feel him looking at you. 

“Fucking go crazy for me,” he tells you. “Cum all over my fucking face.”

He is so skilled at finding exactly what works for you, and he doesn’t waste any time insisting on it. The combination of the vibration of the machine makes you lose your mind. When you cum, you cry out in pleasure, pushing his face against your folds, feeling your juices spill out in his mouth and on your legs. You are soaked. 

You breathe out, sitting up as Jisung continues to make out with your cunt.  

“I’m - I came, Ji - please -” 

“Oh, no, this is not over.”   

He resists against you, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your throbbing clit, and you cry out in both pleasure and desperation. You sit up, the overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Fuck, Jisung!” you whimper.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung inserts two fingers in your hole again, stretching it, reaching deep inside of you. You pull his hair but he still doesn’t move, and your body starts to shake. A second orgasm takes over you quickly, and you pant in exhaustion, clenching around him. You cum so hard your juices are spilling down from inside of you. Jisung finally slows down as you fall backwards, standing up to hold you with his arm. 

You are breathing hard, covered in sweat and your cum. Jisung kisses your temple, chuckling softly. 

“Open your eyes,” he tells you. 

It is hard to do it, but you manage. He is holding his fingers up, both covered in your slick. His chin and lips are too, and you blush in embarrassment, although you also find it extremely hot. Jisung licks his fingers clean, slides his tongue on his chin, all the while smiling at you. His eyes are dark and shining.  

“Come here,” he whispers. “Taste it.”

To your surprise, he kisses you. It is not a tender kiss, although it remains gentle - he pushes his lips greedily on yours, making sure you can taste yourself on his mouth. He parts your lips open to slide his tongue around yours, and you arch your back against him.  It feels good to kiss him. It makes sense, even with your mind completely empty of thoughts, trying to recover from your two intense orgasms.

You can feel his erection on your leg, so you slide your hand in between your bodies, palming it. Jisung hisses, his cock throbbing in response. 

“You took such good care of me,” you tell him. “Let me make you cum.” 

Jisung hums and nods, so you take it as a sign. You push his pants down, taking his cock out. It’s already rock hard in your hands, the tip covered in pre-cum. You roll your thumb on it, spreading the liquid on the rest of his length. Jisung grunts, his hands grabbing your waist tightly.  

“I want that cock around my lips,” you whisper.

You start to move, but Jisung stops you. “As much as I love hearing those words escape your mouth, I’ll fuck it another day. I’m not going to last long.” 

You pout in disappointment, but Jisung gives you another kiss. 

“Jerk me off,” he breathes. 

You nod and start to move your hand up and down his cock. Jisung breathes out sharply, bucking his lips on the same rhythm as you. Soon he is fucking your fist, grunting deeply, and you lean in to kiss his neck, licking his skin. It seems to work because he thrusts quicker, so you suck at his skin, near his collarbone. He lets out a moan, throwing his head back slightly, whispering unintelligible words. 

“Fuck, fuck, yes, that’s it -” 

He breathes out sharply as he reaches his climax, spurts of cum covering your stomach and your tits. You look down as he paints you white, your cunt fluttering at the sight. You can’t believe you are doing this - and that you love it so much. Looking up at Jisung, his closed eyes, his parted lips, you feel strangely safe. Seen, even. 

“That was so fucking hot, Ji…” you can’t help but say.

He opens his eyes, grinning at the sight in front of him. “You look even more gorgeous covered in my cum, baby girl.” 

You can’t help but smile. He leans in to give your cheek a quick kiss, tucking his cock back in his pants and reaching for his hat. 

“Now what was it you said about food? I’m really hungry.” 

You laugh, and he’s quick to do the same.  

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eheh this is a bit longer than I expected... but I really hope it will not disappoint!! 😭 please please please let me know if you enjoyed and if i should keep writing this (or if i ruined it) 😭 i do still have plenty of ideas... eheh. love you guys!! have a fantastic weekend!!

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Weekly Recap | December 25th-31st 2023

Happy New Year everyone! May 2024 be better than 2023, and may season 7 be good to us!!!

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Battle Born by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (NHL AU, Established Buddie | 11K | Teen): Buck comes down with appendicitis during the playoffs. He decides to play through it.

🔥 through tooth and claw (to where you are) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Post-S6, Hurt Buck, Getting Together | 18K | Teen): With a reverent hush, Christopher said, “Whoa, it’s so close.” And it was almost as though Buck needed to have that obvious fact pointed out to him before the vague dread of animal instinct that had been pooling in his stomach could solidify into a real, actionable fear. It’s so close. Something’s wrong. AKA: The Rabid Coyote fic

we’ve got something permanent (i mean in the way we care) by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (PWP, Breeding Kink | 7K | Explicit): Buck has baby fever and it’s Eddie’s job to give him what he wants. Kind of.

Here Where We Should Be (Kiss Me, It’s Christmas) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Christmas, Getting Together | 5K | General): It’s Christmas and Eddie decides he can’t possibly wait any longer to start kissing Buck.

well, I hate to be a bother, but it's you and there's no other by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure (Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Eddie starts dating again and learns a few things about himself. The most surprising one? He's actually ready this time. Now he just needs to get Buck on board.

in a little while (you will find some relief then) by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure (Hurt Buck | 10K | Teen): Buck gets a severe case of poison oak. He handles it about as well as you'd expect.

🔥 The Nearness of You by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Work Trip | 17K | Teen): Eddie reassured himself that he could do this. Other teams coming in were probably going to be staying at the same hotel in the same double rooms and it was very possible that none of them were going to be having sex. Or even lying awake at night thinking about it.

We Can't Succeed but We Love Trying by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Breeding Kink | 15K | Explicit): In which Eddie has the thought that if Buck's gonna "donate" his sperm anywhere, it should be with, well. Eddie.

all it took was a backwards baseball cap by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit) : Or, the one in which Eddie loses his shit at Buck wearing a backwards baseball cap. Seriously, can this man get more attractive? Is he trying to kill Eddie?

drawstrings by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (PWP, Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Eddie helps Buck fix his drawstrings. How was he supposed to know it’d lead to him sitting in Bucks lap?

🔥 come with me, together, we can take the long way home (series) by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Canon compliant | 105K | T to M):

Get me through the night; Make me feel alright (Post-S3 Finale | 11K | Mature): After an emotionally-gutting reunion with Abby, Buck turns to old coping mechanisms. Eddie helps him find a better way. In Uncertain Times, The Uncertain Rules Apply (Pre-S4 | 22K | Teen): Covid comes to LA. Eddie copes. Or doesn't. Holding out for Something More (Stuck in Reverse) (Post S4E3/Lone Star Crossover | 26K | Teen): LA is coming out of lockdown and the world is returning to some sense of normalcy. But going back to the way things were hurts more than Buck expected. While his therapist challenges him to confront what he really wants, the team takes a trip to Austin... and El Paso. so far from being free (S4E4: 9-1-1 What's Your Grievance?, S4E5: Buck Begins | 46K | Teen): That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible.

carry my heart home to you by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): After his parents join him for a therapy session, Buck starts to learn that some people are never going to be able to give you what you need. And some people are.

if you say it with your hands by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (S2 | 10K | Teen): Buck thinks it must be a habit he still hasn’t dropped from his days in the army, or maybe it comes with the territory of being a dad – but Eddie can nap pretty much anywhere. or, Eddie starts casually falling asleep against Buck, and Buck is very normal about it.

🔥 into thirty separate parts by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (S6 | 12K | Teen): “Theoretically,” says Buck, as soon as Eddie picks up the phone, “your ex writes a book about you.” There is a pregnant pause. “…Right,” Eddie decides on, finally. or, Taylor’s book comes out.

close friends (that you lowkey want to fuck, but in a totally platonic way) by rowan_wood/ @transboybuckley (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): Instagram rolls out a new feature, and Buck doesn't totally understand how it works.

I'm still standing in the same place where you left me standing by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (POV Bobby, Hurt Eddie, Getting Together | 8K | Teen) Bobby deals with the ramifications of a misplaced confession

Keep My Heart Warm In Yours by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Christmas, Post-S6, Getting Together | 18K | Mature): Christopher decides that he wants to go skiing, Buck makes it happen and the cabin at the foot of the mountains turns out to be quite the romantic backdrop for their little getaway.

Hiding the Christmas Present (of You and Me) by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Christmas | 7K | General): Buck thought he was going to spend Christmas alone. His family decides to correct that assumption.

If I Fall, Can You Pull Me Up? by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Hurt Buck, Established Buddie | 7K | General): Eddie could pick Buck from a million miles away. Buck’s entire being was like one bright light in an otherwise cloudy sky. So, he was really interested to know why some stranger was wearing his boyfriend’s turnout coat and pretending to be him.

Used to Think That Lovin' Meant a Painful Chase by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): It’d been fine when Buck had Eddie’s dick in his mouth. It wasn’t often that Buck got to see Eddie come undone but he’d been treated to a private showing and the pride he had being the one to take Eddie there was indescribable. But then things got… weird. Or maybe, it was Buck that got weird? He still wasn’t really sure where it started, to be honest.

for all the words unspoken by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Work Trip, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): "Buck." Eddie had already dropped his bag and was standing next to the bed, hands on his hips. "We've slept in the same bed before. I'm pretty sure we'll manage to do the same in this one, it's humorously large. Don't!" He held up a hand as Buck opened his mouth. His lips twitched, though, so Buck took it as a win. ... or, the one with only one bed.

underneath the tree by devirnis/ @devirnis (PWP, BDSM | 2K | Explicit): Frowning to himself in concentration, Eddie carefully folds the wrapping paper around the corner of the box. He has no idea how his mother makes this look so easy, even after she walked him through it earlier on FaceTime. Under the tree, Eddie’s present whines plaintively.

WIP

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 20K | 8/? | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 102/? | 276K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Love Ends. by rowan_wood (Exes to Lovers | 4/17 | 5K | Explicit): But what if it doesn't?

in my head by yourcatfishfriend/ @your-catfish-friend (Friends With Benefits | 8/9 | 30K | Explicit): Buck is confidently bisexual. Eddie isn't sure. Buck helps him figure it out.

Re-Read

🔥 Always, All Ways by ashavahishta/ @ashavahishta (A/B/O AU | 85K | Explicit): Buck’s the only omega in the 118. He’s got secrets, and walls a mile high. Eddie’s the alpha determined to knock them down.

[tennessoui]

I saw a post with Hayden Christensen in a backwards baseball cap in a few pictures abs all I could think of was your wine party Obi-Wan, and how annoyed he'd be at himself for finding that so goddamn attractive on Anakin (but ONLY on Anakin ofc)

obi-wan had the audacity to think he was better than everyone who gets weak over their boyfriends in backward baseball caps and sweatpants but then he runs into anakin at like a store (anakin just happened to be in the fancy part of town to run his errands on the day he knows obi-wan goes go run his errands and it’s NOT stalking it’s just been a while and anakin wants to get dicked down which is understandable) and anakin is in loose sweats and a tank and a hat cause he convinced himself to leave the house relatively late in the day

and obi-wan has never been more distracted during a conversation. nothing was said. No sentences were finished.

(the reverse uno card for this is of course obi-wan in a suit with his sleeves rolled up and suit jacket thrown over one shoulder. anakin is disgusted with himself from finding the ruling elite class so damn fuckable. dammit.)

[octorockff]

Rush Hour

Lucy hated rush hour with a passion. Who in their right mind would like to squeeze in jam-packed transporting tube, filled with body odors and humid air? No sir, not her.

But the young editor didn’t have a choice as her boss Jason, the chief editor of the Crocus Weekly, had urgently requested her to gather the material to prepare for their sudden, exclusive interview with the hot shot - Salamander last minute.

Being a people pleaser and this was her boss, whom had helped her greatly when she was just starting out her career and normally was very reasonable with working hour, of all people, she readily agreed.

But she hasn’t anticipated the amount of work she had to pour in to prepare the material. Admittedly, sport was never her forte and this Salamander guy, who supposed to be a rising star in the baseball world, surprisingly having little to no information at all about him.

From grapevine, she learned that the guy avoided the paparazzi and presses like plague. The only information about him she got from the internet was general information that his club had released publicly, or snippets from group interviews.

Why he decided to change his mind and do an exclusive interview now of all time was beyond her. But she knew this was too good of an opportunity to pass up, and the information they collected from the Salamander himself would definitely put their magazine in the leading place.

With little information to work with, it certainly made her job all a lot harder. But Lucy has always been known as an overachiever, and she had never backed down from a challenge before. If anything, she was more than determined to scrape together whatever information nuggets she could find.

And finished it she did. With a list of strategic questions and leading topics that would surely encourage interesting answers, Lucy mentally patted herself on the back for making Jason proud.

However, that also meant her little investigation and info digging session dragged on longer than necessary. Meaning she was stuck in the worst possible train ride ever during rush hour.

Being squeezed between sweaty and depressed office workers was just what she needed on a Friday evening (not!).

And to make the matter worse, the hanging handle was just a bit out of her reach even if she tiptoed, snuffing out her last hope to stay balance on the occasional jerking train ride. Curse fate for her inconvenient height and the fact that all seats were taken!

A phantom feeling of her butt being groped filled Lucy’s veins with ice at the audacity of the pervert who dared to grope her blatantly in public.

Indignant swelled her heart and fueled her temper as the blonde turned around, ready to give the dirty fleabag a piece of her mind, when the sudden jerk of the train threw her off balance and sent her careening towards the door.

Cursing her rotten luck, Lucy squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the painful impact. But her falling momentum was reverse when the she felt something encircled her waist, pulling her body flushed against a wall of solid and warm muscles.

The smell of sandalwood and patchouli, with a hint of smoky campfire, filled her nostrils and Lucy couldn’t help but take a big sniff of the wonderful scent. She was a sucker for drool-worthy scent damnit!

Finally gaining her balance back, Lucy’s body went stiff as she realized the thing that wrapped around her waist in a vice-like grip was a toned, tanned arms - definitely belonged to a man, was still there. And it seemed like he had no intention to let go just yet.

Despite this man had saved her from a rather painful bump, the blonde was still skeptical of this total stranger and his intention with her. For all she knew, he could be the pervert that groped her earlier.

“Miss, miss! Are you alright?”

Turning around in the slightly slacken hold, Lucy was met with a rather stunning face, despite half of his upper features were shadowed by the band of his baseball cap.

Straight, high-bridged nose, cut jawline with sharp cheekbones, and a pair of brightly-lit, slanted viridescent staring down at her as his thin lips forming words she couldn’t hear. This guy easily ranked high in her top 10 of most attractive men list, and Lucy had had interviewed numerous hot celebrities to know what a good looking man was.

“Hey, are you listening? Did you somehow hit your head during your fall?” A large, calloused hand waved in front of her face, snapping the blonde out of her stupor. Heat rushing up her face and she was sure her complexion now rivaled that of a tomato. Damn, it must have been quite sometimes since she actually being in a close-range with such a handsome, good-smelling man that she was lost in a trance. Control yourself Lucy!

“No, I’m fine. I’m just a bit disoriented from the fall that I didn’t hear what you’re saying. Thank you for saving me.” Lucy signed as she put her hands against his chest to put a bit of distance between them, not that she could moved further out even if she wished, seeing how jam-packed the people around them still were. It’s a good thing those people didn’t care enough to pay attention to her and the mysterious guy.

“Aye, that’s great to hear! I’m glad you’re okay. Wouldn’t want you to smash your head against the door, it quite painful from my experience.” A toothy grin stretched across his face, showing off his sharp incisors and lit up his demeanor despite the shadow of his cap.

She couldn’t help giggle a little at his carefree remark, and she swore his smile stretched a tad bit wider and eyes a lil more sparkling at her laughing. But that was far-fetched thinking, so she quickly brushed it off as the lighting.

“So..what make you almost kiss the door like that?” He tilted his head and Lucy thought he looked like a curious puppy, a really cute one at that. But the reminder left the blonde in a sour mood as she thought back of the blatant disrespect she had faced.

Her expression must have been off putting, when the tall guy waved a hand in front of her face: “Whoa, you don’t have to tell me if it’s make you uncomfortable. I’m just worried - ah no, curious, yes, that’s all..”

Warmth filled her heart at his concern, not only he’s cute, but also kind as well, score Lucy! Patting his arm, which she now noticed was still wound around her waist loosely and something in her screamed how right it felt, she effectively stopped his sputtering and smile kindly at his reddening face.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just mad at the douche who dared to grope me earlier. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when the train jerked and threw me off balance.” A light frown marred his handsome face as he pursed his lips at her explanation.

“Well that’s not cool at all. No one should go through something like that. If you recognize the guy, let me know and I’ll be happy to pound him for ya.”

“Well, isn’t that nice of you Mr. Shining knight in armor. But unfortunately, I didn’t see their face so I guess they’re lucky to escape your justice wraith.”

“I’m no knight. I prefer to be known as a Dragon instead and you betcha I’m gonna beat the bad guys with my awesome dragon powers!”

Lucy laughed, and soon both of them guffawed at his silly declaration, making a few heads turned and stared at them incredulously due to their loud volume. But the blonde couldn’t find it in herself to care, too busy thinking how it was so easy to talk and joke around with a guy she just met.

Finally calmed down enough, she realized she didn’t even know the name of her savior, and that they were still standing so close that she could feel the warmth of the man’s body seeped through her clothes.

Blushing at their close proximity, and the fact that how unnaturally comfortable she was interacting and touching with a total stranger, Lucy spoke up:

“Say..I believe I didn’t catch your name. Mind telling me so I could thanks you properly?” Her fingers skirted up the length of his arms, barely rested on the man’s shoulder blade as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Lucy could hear his breath hitched and his pupils dilated, the hand on her waist unconsciously tighten its grip as his pretty eyes bored their gaze into hers.

Normally, she wouldn’t be so bold to flirt with a total stranger right off the bat, only when under the influence of alcohol or within the setting of social gathering. But she was heavily attracted to the man in front of her, be it his look or his charming personality, and she didn’t know if she’d ever see him again.

And Lucy was confident he’s interested in her too. She knew she was blessed with good genes and curves in all the right places, and was witty enough to hold any types of conversation. And not to mention, she was certain her savior had definitely tried to prolonged the contact and conversation between the two of them as he had yet to let go, or excuse himself after helping her.

That was all the good signs, so why not let him know she was interested as well?

“Why, how forgetful I was. But it couldn’t be help when you was the only thing I could focus on, any minor details seemed to slip my mind.” His voice dropped to a low timbre, the baritone tickled her brain in the most delicious way, and his large warm hand on her back pushed her closer until their front pressed flushed together.

“The name Natsu, and yours?” His name practically rolled off his tongue in a near purr. Natsu leaned down closer until the tips of their noses nearly touched, and Lucy could see tiny specks of gold ladened within his pools of vivid green.

For a fleeting second, his name reminded the blonde of Salamander, both of them bore the same name after all. But there’s no way the famed baseball player would end up on the same train, and openly flirted with her..right?

From what she knew, if there’s anything that could instantly rat out the sport star, it would be his shocking pink hair and motion sickness.

But the guy in front of her looked fine, though his cap had hidden any visible hair strands, and the varsity jacket he wore made it hard to tell whether he had any motion patches on or not.

Anyways, she quickly dismissed her silly thoughts and focused back on the sole objectives of getting this cute guy’s contact.

“It’s Lucy. And your name would definitely look amazing on my contact list.” She matched his tone, and her full lips curved up in a sensual smile that would surely swayed any man to see her ways.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. I like your confidence, it looks hella sexy on you. Was ‘bouta ask for your number anyways, cuz I’d love to see you again beautiful girls”

Inwardly, Lucy nearly swooned from his praises and her ego had sky-rocketed to the roof for snatching such a hunk. But she maintained a cool facade and dig through her purse to get the phone.

After exchanging their contacts, the blonde was about to chat with Natsu some more when the intercom announced the arrival of her destination.

Sullen from the abrupt end of their conversation, Lucy reluctantly pushed herself away from the male, when he caught her hand and raised her palm to his lips, putting a light peck to the skin.

“Text me when you’re home, I wanna know if you’ve arrived safely” Natsu mumbled, his slightly chapped lips moving against her palm, effectively turning Lucy into a tomato with how flushed her face became.

Pulling her hands away, she gave him a timid nod and a bashful smile, no longer the brazen girl as she escaped from their own bubbles previously, as she rushed off the train before the door closed off.

Watching the train rode off, her stomach was filled with butterfly and a mixture of elated and nervous feeling swelled up her heart, and Lucy couldn’t help but cupped her mouth and squealed a little like a crushing schoolgirl at the whole event.

Who knew getting stuck within a rush-hour train ride, would lead her to such amazing encounter - as if it was fated. Lucy really hoped that they would get to meet each other again.

Little did she know, her wish would be granted in such a spectacular way, and led to something more than what she could ever hope for.

[lostonmyroad]

Moments That I Want Tattooed On My Forehead From S-Classes That I Raised Chapters 50-70

As always, BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!! Future chapters may be referenced!!!

The insane amount of lore dropped in these chapters wow

Chapters 50-60

help its genuinely still so funny to see yoojin in the early chapters going: “all i have to do is complete this one (1) task and then i can live like a slacker” before he gives up (cries in cale henituse)

everyone referring to yoojin as “monster daddy” and asking him to raise their children is amazing. no notes 

ARRIVAL OF THE KING SUNG HYUNJAE!!! He's a bastard he's amazing he's always on my mind

"...no matter how amazing Sung Hyunjae might be, he wouldn't be able to notice it easily. He wouldn't press his nose against my body and smell me, like my idiot brother had, would he" um. ok??? yoojin's completely normal though process

sung hyunjae essentially telling yoojin “aren’t you tired of being nice? don’t you want to go apeshit” within 5 minutes of their first real conversation

i forgot shj gives him a pair of earrings!! (and a bone for Peace)

yoojin’s disguise to get to the f rank dungeon being a fucking sun protection hat…it’s giving marvel baseball cap and sunglasses…and he has this because he used to stage one man protests??? sir what were you protesting against

oh that’s right the dungeons will appear at a faster rate because “time was only reversed for yoojin” oops

Chirpie makes its debut!!

yoojin trying to hide where he got chirpie from “i found it in the hallway”. king if yoohyun wasn’t suspicious of you already that would do it

yoohyun yeeting Peace and mama yoojin scolding him

chef myungwoo :))

bleh bug dungeon. i’m with you yoojin that was disgusting

yoojin not wanting to use Last Repayment :((

Riette makes an entrance! do you think riette demonstrated girl power when she abused her brother until he became an s rank

yoojin thinking about how he had raised yoohyun and was so happy about sending him to college…saving money for his tuition…and just losing interest in riette :((

yoojin saves bak hayool!!

this is where we see peak yoojin mafia behavior. unhinged. but justified revenge?? this is why i don’t understand fan interpretations where he’s like a wallflower like this man has murdered multiple people quite violently 

chapter 60 is just so much. like. i cant even describe. yoojin you need so much therapy

the way he sees people’s last memories before they die ugh…

yoojin playing 3D chess while everyone else is playing checkers fr

him calling his friend who doesn’t remember him bc of the regression and telling them to live a happy life always gets me ufffff i wish we got to meet this character

Chapters 60-70

Yoojin and the Awakening center — a tragedy in the making. Pre-regression trauma galore

The Association rears its ugly head!!! Yoojin has an authority figure problem (but it’s completely justified)

love how chill Yoojin is about Chirpie. random F rank monster that’s cute as hell that’s eating Peace's weight in magic stones and was born from an error in the system??? ehh no big deal it’s my pet now and i’ll kill for it

love the absolutely random detail about seok hayan’s pineapple earrings. thank you geunseo you know what the people want

yoojin funding public research!! hero of the people and my heart

yerim refusing to praise yoohyun and myeongwoo to their faces hahahaha. all of them petty as hell

MYUNGWOO GETS HIS SS RANK SKILL BABYYYY

yoojin still trying to protect myungwoo i love them

yoojin: *is keeping secrets from yoohyun and putting himself in danger*

also yoojin: why is yoohyun being cold with me

everyone’s giving yoojin flowers today lmfao

sung hyunjae you’re everything to me. you’re so bizzare. the bouquet??? showing up in a 2-seater car?? bullying seok simyeong??

Shj reminding Yoojin to wear his seatbelt because he's an F rank HDJEKXIDKD

oh yoojin. “who’d want to place themselves through hardships on purpose” like SIR are u that un self aware

yerim listening to this bullshit, eyes falling out of her head: i’m literally going to crazy murder you with yoohyun

the dungeon ppl have the actual worst timing. yoohyun is going to McFreaking lose it

yoojin and yoohyun finally work things out we love to see it :))

chapter 65 starts the explanation of the 50 s ranks requirement!!! water droplet is going through it

so much is just casually dropped in this chapter like. yoohyun is a born s rank! the dungeon ppl are manually inputting things for yoojin! the world might end! anyways!

yoojin having such strong mom energy that the dungeon people forgot he was a dude

one of the moments ever when yoohyun and Peace burn down the dungeon in worry and yoojin’s just there like. ah. shit. my bad i fucked up there a little

grown up Peace my beloved

chapter 67 yoohyun my beloved. you are so crazy. “hold still while i chop off your arm and fake your dear so i can keep you safe” 

the han brothers finally having a real conversation. yoojin i love you but you really needed to do this sooner

PEACE STAYING SMALL JUST SO YOOJIN CAN PICK HIM UP UWAHHHH MY HEART

Newcomer joins the battle

Chirpie turnin on the TV by itself and yoojin praising it like every proud parent ever

more monsters!!!

unicorns (white + black bc yoojin is terrible at naming) + gryphon (named Blue)

yoojin’s training method of using himself as a human chew toy is traumatizing for everyone around him.

same hyuna i would also be taking 10939392 photos

Peace and Blue WWE match. flex on em Peace

nobody:

yoojin: wow myeongwoo is hot now

BLUE LEARNING HOW TO OPEN THE FRIDGE

i love the monster shenanigans

[mental69er]

could you maybe write something about zombie!victoria x female reader, i dont have a specific scenario but you can let your thoughts run free 😭

She found her by scent alone. A scent that called to Victoria across several abandoned blocks.

Victoria had no choice but to get up from the ripped up armchair that was parked outside the run down building, next to the bags of trash left rotting in the sun.

Victoria's stomach growled. It had been days since a human had last passed through here, and Victoria was growing tired of eating whatever rats she could find. They kept the hunger at bay, but they were a far cry from the once 5 star restaurant dishes she had used to indulge in before the world went to shit.

Vought had attempted to engineer a virus to kill supes by making them sick. It had worked at first, before the V in their blood had mutated the illness into something else. Something closer to resembling a zombie infection. One that could be spread to humans by bite.

While the virus could be managed by supes, as it affected them differently based on their powers, humans all fell victim to a mindless hunger and within months the world had fallen.

There had been attempts made to reverse engineer the virus but they all fell laughably short. There were a few bastions of society left, but Victoria stayed away from them. She wasn't cruel enough to feast on people if she could avoid it, and she did her part in taking out any zombies she did see, scoping them from far and near with her head popping powers.

However, if a human happened to stumble onto the few block long radius she had claimed as her territory in her slightly shambled state, well, then she was obligated to check them out.

Especially since they smelled so enticing. Victoria's mouth watered and she could feel the virus surging in her body, making her eyes turn black, her muscles spasm uncontrollably.

She sucked in a deep breath and used her powers to crush the virus cells in her body, minimizing the effect of them. Calmer now, she decided to find the human, possibly guide them to safety. Direct them to a city not far from here where humans were housed.

Definitely not eat them.

No, she told herself even as her stomach still rumbled.

She picked her way through the rubble in her sneakers, never once ever assuming she would wear such clothing. She'd donned sweatpants and a hoodie. She longed for her suits and dresses, but there was no use for such things when she could have to fight off a horde of zombies that insisted on foolishly making her a snack.

On silent feet she moved towards the human, spotting them fairly quickly. They were an idiot for being out here when they smelled this good. They were fiddeling with something in their bookbag, dressed in camo pants and a black tank top that showed off their muscular but scarred arms. A black baseball cap sat over their head, hair tucked into a ponytail.

Victoria suddenly wasn't sure how to approach this situation. Did she shout out to her? Did she not say anything and hope the human noticed her?

The human happened to have a hunting rifle strapped to her back and Victoria had a feeling she knew how to use it well.

As if sensing Victoria's presence at the end of the block, the human's head jerked up. She froze and stared at Victoria, like a deer in headlights.

For a long moment, nothing was said.

"Are you lost?" Victoria asked and she saw the way the human's muscles relaxed. Her heart rate was calm, Victoria noticed. That meant she wasn't afraid.

The human zipped up the bag and tossed it over her shoulder. "I'm not." She slipped the gun into her hands. "Are you?"

Victoria had to tread the line here. She didn't want to reveal she was a supe. Supes were widely despised for being the ones who caused the zombie problem despite humans being the ones to engineer the issue in the first place.

But it was also suspicious for a human to not be in the safety of one of those cities.

Victoria's stomach growled and her mouth watered as more of the human's scent floated up to her nose, brought on by the light breeze. She steadied herself, smiling tightly.

"I'm not. I live here. I help those who need to get safely to the city a few miles from here."

"I don't need your services."

"I wasn't offering."

The human's grip tightened on her gun. Behind her something tumbled to the ground. A zombie emerged from around the corner, shambling towards her. "Shit."

Her enticing scent had brought unwanted guests. She had been in one spot for two long.

Behind the zombie too more shambled. The human was debating the odds of wasting bullets on them, or trying to outrun them by running past Victoria, an unidentified threat.

Victoria made the decision for her. Though it wasn't a rational one, but one born of a hunger inside her. This human was her's and no one elses. Narrowed in on the zombies, her eyes went white and the three heads popped one after the other.

The human turned around and gaped at her, searching quickly for a weapon on Victoria's hands. There was none, her white eyes turning darker as the virus' hunger surged in her, awakened by the threat of the other zombies.

The human put two and two together quickly. But not quick enough. Victoria took off running towards the human. Her weapon was good at distances, and with the speed Victoria was using to barrel down at her, by the time she set up the shot, Victoria would already be on her.

The human ran, searching for high up ground, for a place to barricade herself in. She only got down a block before Victoria had tackled her, pinning her front to the ground.

The human huffed and tried to free herself but Victoria was too strong for her. Gently, she lowered her face, rubbed her nose against the pounding pulse in the human's neck.

"You smell so good," she purred, mouth thick with saliva. "I swore I wouldn't eat humans, but I can't let anyone else have you..."

...

Ending is up to intepretation as to whether or not Victoria indulges in her zombie side...

[tf-boi]

Ask and you shall receive . . . sorta. Technically still considering myself on hiatus but I wanted to do a quick story since I didn't want to get rusty.

For @m3ch4s7r1k3r~

This will be a Author X Reader story

It was a crowded hotel lobby but you noticed the me sitting in the corner of the lobby. Normally seeing me wearing unbuttoned dress shirts or in some suggestive pose (my editor's idea), today you are shocked to see me with a black baseball cap, with a light blue hoodie, and black joggers.

Building up the courage to walk up to me I noticed you when you when you were maybe a few feet from me. "Uhhh . . . hi?" I muttered, seeing a person approach me in my lazy outfit caught me off guard. I then I noticed the latest copy of my book, a series of TF stories, wrapped in your arms. "Ahh I see" I said with a smile, grabbing your book and signing it. "Thank you for your support . . . Raymond. Here you go! Thanks for reading!" You grab the book back, heart racing, but standing still. After an awkward moment, I speak up. "Would you . . . like to have a seat? I'm waiting on my boyfriend but he won't be here for a while. Would you like to keep me company?"

Nervously you sit down and introduce yourself.

"Nice to me you" I said with a smile on my face.

"Nice to meet you too! I'm a big fan! Your stories are so hot, where do you get the inspiration for them?"

I tilt my head to the side and place my finger on my cheek, trying to think of an answer. As I thought I take a look at you up and down. Examining every detail of you. Finally I spoke. "Well they are mostly based on true events haha".

"True events?" you said confused "Like you have people roleplaying objects?"

I place my hand over my mouth and chuckled "No as in I REALLY transform people." "But how is that possible?" You questioned.

"Well you see I can use magic. My specialty is transformation magic~" I say with a grin.

You look at my with disbelief, it was already hard to believe this thin twink was your favorite author, but now he is saying he is a wizard.

"Don't believe me?" I say leaning towards you.

"W-well its hard to believe? Magic isn't real?"

"Well there are only a handful of us left, and as long as we don't expose ourselves we tend to leave each other be."

"Then why are you telling me?" You say skeptically.

"Well I was just sizing you up just now. . . you look like my ideal subject for my next story. . . interested in being transformed?" I say with a sparkle in my eye, I run my finger down the side of your face.

You were skeptical at first, but eventually you somehow ended up in my hotel room.

"Glad you decided to join me~" I say looking pleased.

"Yeah sure. . .what are you transforming me into?"

"Well its a secret . . . just play along"

"S-sure . . ." you said hesitantly "You'll turn me back right? I mean I have a job and-"

"Don't worry too much! None of the people I transformed stayed transform since I normally use a reverse spell after I am done. . . though I do have some people who ask me to transform them on their free time too . . ." I said staring at my shoes. "Well here we go" I said, putting my index finger in my mouth, coating it with my saliva and pulling it out. I place it in front of you. "Say ahhhhhh"

You stare at the finger, thinking I'm nuts.

"I need some of my DNA in you for this to work. . . I would normally fuck you, but like I said I plan to meet up with my boyfriend later and you know~"

You think to yourself, worse case I have a part of him in me I guess. You opened your mouth and sucked on the finger. "MMmmm" You moaned as you realized how sweet my saliva was. Like the best tasting syrup. "Ahhh ahhhh" I moaned, enjoying you sucking on my finger. After a few moments more, I pull my finger out despite you resisting. "Well well you sure liked that more than I thought you would."

You nodded and suddenly you started feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, like a warm fuzzy feeling. You don't know what it is but you try to contain yourself. "Ahh . . its supposed to work now but you are resisting . . . gotta calm down a bit dear . . . " I said as I sit on your lap and started making out with you. I wrapped my arms around you and stick my tongue in you. We moan in unison as the warm feeling continues to build in your body. But your mind is slowly going blank, losing control with just me playing with your tongue with mine. Eventually you start to go numb and lose feeling in your arms and legs. They feel as if they were shrinking. Eventually you feel me getting on top of you, or that you are getting smaller. Your body heats up and you feel like blacking out as I remove my mouth from yours.

Moments later it gets hard for you to see, everything is dark. You cannot move, but you feel extremely aroused. You hear some rustling as I dig through your clothes. "Here you are" I say as I pick you up.

"Wow it worked!" I say with a proud grin "Oooh, I think I made you a bit bigger than I had planned . . ."

You grow confused, what did I transform you into?

I walk towards the mirror and you see your new form, a giant cock.

"N-no way thats me!" You thought to yourself, unable to talk. I had transformed you into a disembodied cock, a almost perfect replica of your own, except maybe twice or thrice the length and girth.

"You look pretty sexy now!" I said pleased with my work. You sense a bit of lust in my voice. "Well you were such a good kisser. . . maybe I will reward you . . ." I said opening my mouth wide, bigger than what you thought was possible as I started sucking you, the tip disappearing into my maw. "MMmmm MMMmmmm" I moaned, gripping my sheets of the bed. You feel an even hotter sensation as your feel your body grow. Not wanting to lose to your new cock body, I wrapped my arms around your ball sack and let your shaft get inside of me, your tip now going down my throat as I use my tongue and mouth to suck you off. You feel a warm sensation as you realize you have entered my stomach. You feel a knot growing in your new "throat" as I suck you off. You feel yourself salivating in the form of precum leak out of you into my belly. I moaned feeling it fill me up but I know the best was coming. I continue to suck you off and use both hands to stroke the parts of you out of my body. You feel yourself heat up and barely stay conscious, an insane wave of lust and ecstacy wash over you as you are pleasured by my mouth and hands.

You try as hard as you could to hold on, but you feel the knot in throat release, pumps and pumps of cum gushes out of your mouth (tip) of your dick body and into my stomach. "mmmmmmmmMMmmmmm" I moan as my belly fills up with your love juices. As your balls run dry, you feel your body shrink again and slip out of my mouth. I gasp for air as I caress you lovingly. "Well that was a lot of fun~ Glad you came with me now?" I giggled knowing you can't respond. I get up wobbly with a belly inflated with cum. I pat my stomach as I look pregnant now. "I think I got the inspiration to my new story now. Thanks a bunch." I snap my fingers "Reverse!" I shout, but nothing happens. "Hmmm . . . Reverse" I try again, and again, but nothing happens. "Uh oh . . ." I said closing my eyes. After staying silent as I scanned my body I opened my eyes. "Shoot . . . I should have noticed this, but I guess transforming you into a giant cock took most of my magic . . . I don't even have enough magic to use reverse.

You should be panicking but the thought of staying as a cock aroused you. Without me noticing you got hard again thinking about it.

"Its fine its fine, my boyfriend isn't gonna be back for another few hours. . .I'll just take a magic pill and I'll be charged up in an hour." I say as my phone ring, it was my boyfriend. I answered my phone "Hi babe, hows your meeting? uh huh . . . HUH?" I panicked "Your done early and about a block away . . . sure dear. Looking forward to seeing you soon!" I say as I hang up. "Oh crap, babe's gonna kill me . . . he said no more transforming people when he's not around to watch anymore!" I run around and grabbed your clothes, tossing it into my luggage. "Ok what do I do with you . . ." I say looking at your erect form. Too big for my bag, and my boyfriend has to examine every corner of a hotel room before he can relax, so I can't hide you. "Crap crap crap . . . " I thought as my time was running out. "ah . . . guess I have no choice. . ." I said as I pulled out a bottle of lube that I was saving for later. I squeeze some into my hand and use it to lather you up. You moaned in your mind as I thoroughly spread lube all over you for whats to come. After you are covered I opened my ass up and inserted the tip of your body into me. "ahh ahhh" I winced, not being used to being the one taking it. I slowly inserted you, your body throbbing in joy as you are being sucked into my ass. Eventually I get all of your shaft inside of me. On the outside, an imprint of your cock body can be seen. "Ahhh. . . " I said as the last of your cock goes in me. "Thank god for oversize hoodies. . ." I say as I put my hoodie back on. I put my pants on as well and realized this wouldn't work. Your balls made my ass look awkward. I hmphed and sighed. "Sorry love but . . . " I say as I place my hands on your sack. I push as much as I could and eventually your sack and the rest of you enter my ass. My asshole closes sealing you in. I feel you squirm in both joy and fear inside of me. "Ahh ahh you're gonna fuck up my insides if you keep doing that" I said moaning. "I'll just tell him I'm tired and when he's asleep I'll fix you!!!" Suddenly you stopped moving. I thought you calmed down but I felt a warm liquid fill me up again and trying to escape my ass. "Crap you came again?? Stopp!" I moaned as I clenched my ass to keep everything inside of me.

Moments later my boyfriend opened the door and gives me a hug. "Ray Ray I finished early to see you!" He said lovingly, he felt a warm sensation in my belly region. "What's this?" He said puzzled. "Ahh well you know. . . I thought you were gonna take a while longer so I had some fun with my magic. . ."

My boyfriend pouted "Without me?"

"Sorry babe sorry babe, We'll have fun tomorrow. I kinda went overboard and used up my magic for today." I faked a yawn "Actually I'm pretty tired, I think I'll call it a night early. . . "

"Uhhh no?" My boyfriend looked at me "Tonight's the Erotica Awards and you are attending remember?"

"Oh crap. . ." I thought. Tonight was the awards show, thats why we traveled a few cities over and that was why my boyfriend finished work early.

I snap my fingers and my dress shirt expands to be able to fit my new body. "Thats the last time I mess with inflation magic right?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Oh you~ Hurry up we'll be late."

As I change and get out the door, I rub my belly again "Guess I gotta fix you later . . ." I thought "Well he's still cumming so maybe he'll be fine . . ."

[louisupdates]

FITFWT24: FASHION

ASIA

24 Jan - Bengkel Space SCBD, JAKARTA: [Axel Arigato shoes] [Nike shoes] [Nike pants] [Matsuda glasses] [Raye sweatshirt and shorts] [Balenciaga socks] [Matsuda sunglasses]

AUSTRALIA

25 Jan - SYDNEY and MELBOURNE airports: [1017 Alyx 9SM bomber shirt and jacket] [Dior sunglasses] [Balenciaga sneakers and pants] [Stone Island cap]

27 Jan - Australian Open 2024: [Balmain polo] Garret Leight Wilson sunglasses]

28 Jan - Sidney Myer Music Bowl, MELBOURNE: [Calvin Klein white tanktop] [Stone Island shirt] [Nike trackpants] [Nike Zoom Vomero 5 shoes] [Adidas Oswego shoes]

29 Jan - MELBOURNE to BRISBANE: [DRFCOfficial sweatshirt] [Martine Rose track pants] [Salomon sneakers] [Ray Ban sunglasses]

30 Jan - Riverstage, BRISBANE: [Stone Island pants] [Neil Barrett t-shirt]

31 Jan - BRISBANE to SYDNEY: [Balenciaga hoodie]

2 Feb - Qudos Bank Arena, SYDNEY: [Burberry t-shirt]

8 Feb/ 9 Feb - SYDNEY: [Leones flames tank top] [Burberry white T-shirt]

TEKATE PAL NORTE FESTIVAL

30 Mar - MONTERREY, MEXICO: [Stone Island pants] [A Bathing Ape t-shirt] [Burberry shorts]

IHEART RADIO AWARDS - 1 APR 2023

LATAM [Fandom votes]

2 May - Centro de Convenciones Amador, PANAMA CITY: [Converse x A-COLD-WALL* Reversible Gale pants and shoes]

5 May - Coliseo de Puerto Rico, SAN JUAN: [CDLP tank top, Stone Island pants, Nike shoes]

8 May - Jeunesse Arena, RIO DE JANEIRO: [Saul Nash trousers] [Wales Bonner tank top]

11 May - Allianz Parquq, SÃO PAULO: [MSGM x Google Pixel “Daily Metro” print All-over Set]

12 May - Ligga Arena Cap, CURITIBA: [Y-3 shirt] [Adidas x Y-3 pants]

15 May - Antel Arena, MONTEVIDEO [black Burberry tank top] [Stone Island pants] [Axel Arigato shoes] [Palace x Gap jacket] [Palace x Gap track pants]

18 May - Velez Sarsfield, BUENOS AIRES: [CP Company t-shirt, pants, and jacket]

21 May - Jockey Club del Paraguay, ASUNCIÓN: [Acne Studios white tank top]. [Adidas Y3 pants] [Adidas shoes]

23 May - Bicentenario Stadium, SANTIAGO: [Wales Bonner jacket]

26 May - Arena 1, LIMA: [Mastermind t-shirt] [Stone Island pants]

28 May - Coliseo Medplus, BOGOTÁ: [Prada polo shirt and pants] [Salomon shoes]

30 May - Parque Viva, SAN JOSE: [Saul Nash tank top] [CP company pants] [Axel Arigato shoes]

1 Jun - Autodrómo Hermanos Rodriguez - Curva 4, MEXICO CITY: [Burberry shirt]

4 Jun - Auditorio Josefa Ortiz de Domínguez, QUERETARO: [Maison Margiela tank] [Stone Island pants]

6 Jun - Arena VFG, GUADALAJARA: [Saul Nash tank top] [CP company pants] [Axel Arigato shoes]

AWAY FROM HOME FESTIVAL 2024

8 June- MERIDA, Mexico: [Mastermind t-shirt] [Casablanca football set] [Stone Island shorts]

PINKPOP FESTIVAL

22 Jun - LANDGRAAF, Netherlands: [Givenchy t-shirt and pants]

MAIN SQUARE FEST

4 Jul - ARRAS, France: [Givenchy t-shirt] [Stone Island pants]

RUISROCK FESTIVAL

7 Jul - Ruissalo Island, TURKU, Finland: [Maison Margiela black numeric wool gilet] [Adidas Y3 pants]

MEO MARES VIVAS FESTIVAL

21 Jul - VILA NOVA DE GAIA, Portugal: [Casablanca powder blue jacket] [Adidas black track jacket: backstage] [Moncler white sneakers]

MORRIÑA FESTIVAL

20 July- PORTO DE A CORUÑA, Spain: [Burberry black cotton track pants] [Burberry cotton mesh vest in jungle]

ARENAL SOUND FESTIVAL

2 Aug - BURRIANA, CASTELLO, Spain: [Burberry green shirt and swim shorts] [Nike white shoes]

SANTANDER FESTIVAL

3 Aug - SANTANDER, Spain: [Stone Island t-shirt] [Adidas Y3 black shoes] [Stone Island black pants] [ [Lacoste t-shirt] [Stone Island shorts]

UNTOLD FESTIVAL

8 Aug - CLUJ-NAPOCA, Romania: [Prada black tank] [CP Company track pants in “Thyme”]

SZIGET FESTIVAL

10 Aug - BUDAPEST, Hungary: [Adidas UK x Wales Bonner neon yellow tank top] [Adidas x jjjjound track pants]

FREQUENCY FESTIVAL

16 Aug - ST. PÖLTEN, Austria: [CP company t-shirt] [CP company cargo pants]

CABARET VERT FESTIVAL

18 AUG - CHARLEVILLE-MÉZIÈRES, France: [Ahluwalia polo shirt]

VICTORIOUS FESTIVAL

23 Aug - PORTSMOUTH, UK: [Saul Nash black vest and pants] [Martine Rose baseball cap] [Ray Ban sunglasses] [Axel Arigato shoes]

ZURICH OPEN AIR FESTIVAL

24 AUG - ZURICH, Switzerland: [Casablanca Paris t-shirt] [Nike shorts]

FESTNINGEN FESTIVAL

30 Aug - TRONDHEIM, Norway: [Burberry black t-shirt and jogging pants]

MONZA GRAND PRIX 2024

31 AUG - 1 SEP - MONZA, Italy: [Axel Arigato Drew knitted vest] [Prada denim jeans] [Palmes Olde shorts]

LIVE FROM FEST ISTANBUL

6 Sep - Festival Park Yenikapı, ISTANBUL, Turkey: [Stone Island t-shirt in onion rose]

LOLLAPALOOZA BERLIN

7 Sep - Olympiastadion & Olympiapark, BERLIN, Germany: [Amiri shirt and shorts] [Sex Pistols t-shirt] [Sex Pistol white t-shirt]

SUPERBLOOM FESTIVAL

8 Sep - Olympiapark and Olympiastadion, MUNICH, Germany: [Prada jacket] [Nike shorts] [Stone Island t-shirt]