#jelly wrestling gif

[montereybayaquarium]

Bat stars — the ultimate arm wrestling champions of the sea! 🌊💪

When these stars bump into each other, it's not just a friendly handshake, it's a 'gently intense' arm wrestling match! They become engaged in a slow-motion skirmish, striving to get the upper hand,  er, arm. Who knew stars could be so competitive? 🌟

#monterey bay aquarium #shoot for the moon jelly and land among the sea stars #who wins the ultimate arm wrestling championship #whos competitive not us 😉

[hookedonhuge]

Lucky Shorts

This is a story about the luckiest day of your life.

It all started when you went to a rugby match which wasn’t your usual style as you had no interest in the sport. The people playing the sport on the other hand, well let’s just say they had bodies built to be watched by people like you.

If eyeing off the large men wrestling with each other wasn’t enough for you, then seeing one of the star players peel off their tight, sweaty shorts from their giant, bubble butt and huge, athletic legs and toss it into the crowd after the match certainly was. The icing on the cake was that those very same shorts landed in your hands. It was as if he knew just how desperately you wanted them.

As soon as you got home you went into your room and pressed those sweaty shorts into your face. You were in total bliss as you breathed in the intoxicating, ripe odours of the shorts, imagining that big, sweaty stud being in the room with you. You revelled in the fantasy of him smothering his stinky shorts into your nose, his face painted with a mix of pride and disgust as you got off on inhaling his potent musk.

“How pathetic,” you imagined him saying. “Not even the sweatiest, smelliest players on my team can handle my post-match stench. Yet, you love it.”

You had to try on those shorts. Even if they were going to be a bit big for your smaller frame, you needed to feel the damp fabric against your ass.

You took the shorts away from your nose, it wasn’t easy to say goodbye to the scent, and pulled them up over your black underwear. Huh, it was a tighter fit than you expected. The sweat-soaked material wrapped snugly around your butt and you could feel the moisture soak into your underwear. You pinched at the shorts and it was so skin tight that all you could feel was the heavier, wet underwear fabric beneath.

Wait, the shorts weren’t just skin tight, there were actually no shorts on you at all. Of course there were no shorts, you had been in your room in just your underwear the entire time. What were you doing again?

You aimlessly wandered around your house trying to think of what you were supposed to be doing. You eventually sat down on a seat in the living room, scratching your empty head in confusion.

“Bro, if I swung that way I’d definitely hit that ass up.” It was your roommate. He was straight as anything, and a total bro. He was staring at your butt; your big bubble butt. “Why do you always have to stick that massive thing out like that, you’re going to make me hard one day if you don’t be careful.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t make you hard already?” You joked, leaning your body forward and sticking out your dump truck ass a little further. “An ass like this is very popular with boys like you.” You loved teasing your straight roommate.

He took a cautious step forward then pinched his nose in disgust. “Your ass reeks bro, have you just come back from the gym?”

The gym, of course! That’s the thing you were planning on doing this whole time. You quickly got changed into your gym gear, throwing your black underwear on the floor of your room, and rushed out the door.

The gym felt like home to you. You couldn’t wait to lift up some weights and get your sweat on, and boy did you sweat. You were only on your first exercise and already a large sweat mark had formed under the band of your grey compression shorts.

As you continued your workout you kept getting sweatier and sweatier. It wasn’t long until your shorts were completely drenched. 

The best part were the slaps of encouragement your ass would receive from the gym bros. The slaps would make a satisfying squelch noise and then your bubble butt would jiggle like jelly. This was usually followed by a comment fawning over your dump truck ass or congratulating you about how sweaty and smelly you were (to the gym bros this was a sign of a good workout). To say you were getting a lot of attention was an understatement. You were enjoying every second of it too, even making sure to bend over and stick your butt out when one of your jacked fans walked past.

Once you finished your workout you headed straight home without showering. Why waste all of that beautiful sweat you worked so hard for?

When you arrived home you stumbled across a very fortunate surprise. It was your roommate, and he was on the floor of your room sniffing the sweaty black underwear that you left there.

“Now are you sure I don’t make you hard?” You said with the smuggest grin. He turned around to meet your gaze and he was in complete shock. His face turned bright red and he couldn’t get a single word out. “How pathetic.” You said, changing to a deeper and more condescending tone. “Not even the sweatiest, smelliest men in the gym can handle my post-workout stench. Yet, you love it.”

You lifted up your shirt to show him your spectacular body that glistened with sweat. “No point denying it, you're in love with me.” You were literally talking down to him. “And most of all, you’re in love with my sweaty body.”

Your roommate sprang up from the ground and began frantically licking the crevices of your hairy abs. You grabbed his head and pushed it into the damp abyss between your two amazing pecs. Moans of pure happiness reverberated into your chest, which only made you push his face in harder.

Once you felt he was done with your chest you shoved his body to the ground. “It’s time for the main course,” you said with a grin. You turned around so your massive butt was facing towards him. Your shorts were so drenched that sweat was dripping off them onto your housemate’s body.

“Yes please, I need a taste!” Your housemate begged.

You lowered your behemoth ass onto his face. Both cheeks spread around his face and touched the floor. His face was completely trapped in the dampest, rankest, nastiest, foulest cage imaginable. You couldn’t tell if he was screaming in joy or screaming for release but either way the vibrations felt amazing as they rippled through your cheeks. How lucky that he has a stinky, sweaty housemate who is willing to use his fat, pillowy butt to indulge his fantasies.

#muscle #muscle god #sweaty men #sweaty muscle #sweaty #muscle butt #dump truck #huge butt #big gym butt #male transformation #male tf #muscle tf #muscle transformation #reality change #ass expansion

[maiko-san]

Pitaya Dragon Cookie x MH! Reader

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Continuation of Pitaya Dragon Cookie x MH! Reader. I forgot to mention, the reader is female.

- (C/n) = Cookie Name

You and Pitaya Dragon cookie became close friends!

You didn't mind the dragon coming to you for a battle, to you it will hone your skills since the dragon always comes up with new battle tactics in order to defeat you.

Sometimes you win, sometimes they win and sometimes it ends up in a draw.

"You've become sssstronger but don't think I won't too, my little hunter~" Pitaya Dragon purred with a smirk on their lips.

'My little hunter' is a nickname that they have given to you.

You've set up your camp close to Pitaya Dragon's lair, so it would be easier for you to study the dragon whenever you want.

Pitaya Dragon would always come by to grab the food that you had cooked and would always hoard the entire table for themselves. Much to your dislikes.

You didn't let the dragon eat all the food and both of you would wrestle each others for a piece of jelly meat.

"It'ssss mine! Get one yourssself!" hissed the dragon as you push their face away. "Hah! As if! I hunt the boars and the meats are mine!" you barked, shoving the jelly meat into your mouth.

There are times they would crash into your tent and steal your bed, saying that it's theirs now.

You would end up sleeping in a sleeping bag or a hammock, but not everything is safe from the dragon's clutches.

Whatever you own, it is theirs too.

It pisses you off at first but you get used to it eventually.

Also both of you would take turns hunting, each time Pitaya Dragon hunts they would bring back a mouthful of animals or fish. But sometimes, you need to get them in control when it comes to hunting.....

"Look what I've brought back!" they said proudly with a mouthful of sheep.

"Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Put the sheep back where you found them!" you shrieked at the sight of a five sheep and a shepherd dog in their mouth, obviously they took them from the nearby field. "Why?! They're foood! Don't tell me what to do! I am the great red dragon! I eat whatever I ssseee asss food!" Pitaya Dragon argues back.

Pitaya Dragon would do all kinds of shenanigans to pull on your strings and surprisingly you manage to keep them in check.

Then one day....

"Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Come out here now!" a voice boomed, two cookies comes out from the bushes. A pink cookie wields a heart shaped shield while the other has a silver gauntlet.

Pitaya Dragon then smirked widely. Dropping all the sheep on the ground, you caught the five sheep and the dog in your arms. "Oof—Pitaya! Careful!" you yelled at the dragon only for the dragon to walk over you and ignoring your call.

"Your highness, look! Not only did they steal the sheep but also a maiden!" shouted the cookie with the silver gauntlet.

"Hollyberry cookie~ Are you here for a fight?" grins Pitaya Dragon, Hollyberry Cookie? The Queen of the Hollyberry kingdom? Pitaya Dragon told you about her and they have been battling each other for ages.

"Give back the sheep you have stolen, Pitaya Dragon cookie!" shouted Hollyberry, "Not only that, but you also kidnapped a maiden!" she glares. "Well, actually your highness! I'm—hey!" before you are able to finish, Pitaya Dragon sets their tail down blocking you from sight.

"If you want the sssheep back, you have to fight me!" said Pitaya Dragon cookie, "I've been itching to fight you again, Hollyberry Cookie!" Pitaya Dragon let out a roar, causing you to back away slightly. The sheep and the dog jump out from your arms and flee into the bushes in fear.

You watch in awe as the two change blows, Hollyberry cookie uses her shield to block the fiery flames of Pitaya Dragon before bashing her shield against their snout. You were too focused watching the fight and you felt someone tapping your shoulder, it was the cookie with silver gauntlet.

"Miss, please. Come with me" he said, "Huh?" before you could say anything. The cookie lifts you up in bridle style and sprint, "H-hey! Who are you?!" you said. "I'm Wildberry Cookie, don't worry. You are safe from the lizard's clutches" he said with a smile on his face.

"Save me....?" you blink as you shake your head, "A-ah, I know you're being such a gentleman but I am not in danger" you said, the cookie raises an eyebrow at your statement. "Pardon? What do you mean?" he was confused.

"Well....." you explain to him that you're a hunter that's doing research on Pitaya Dragon. Wildberry eyebrows twitch, "That lizard is vile, you cannot trust them" he warned. "Huh? Pitaya Dragon isn't vile, they can be prideful and mean sometimes..." you mumbled before turning to Wildberry Cookie. "—but they're actually really nice when you get to know them more!" you smiled.

Wildberry Cookie couldn't help but look at you in a weird way, nevertheless he let out a sigh. "I find your words to be genuine" he said.

BOOM!

Both of your attention turn back to the battle, it seems Hollyberry cookie is winning as she bashes her shield against Pitaya Dragon who is now in their cookie form. "Take that!" she yelled, Pitaya Dragon blocks the shield with their sword but the sword gets deflected from their hands and lands on the ground.

"Harghh!!!" Pitaya Dragon let out a growl. "Are you done now, Pitaya Dragon?" questioned Hollyberry Cookie as Pitaya Dragon bursts out laughing, "Hahahahahaha! Do not think I don't have tricks under my wings, Hollyberry Cookie!" they said as they flap their wings, sending burning sparks in the air.

"Oh shit..." you said.

"What are they doing?!" Wildberry glares at the dragon cookie "Queen Mother, be careful!". You quickly get on your feet, "Pitaya Dragon, don't!" you screamed at the dragon. "Miss!" Wildberry yelled out. Pitaya Dragon's wings erupt in a greenish red flame.

"Take a load of thisss!" they shouted, eyes glowing dangerously and before they could unleash their newest attack.

A bright light flashes before their eyes, blinding them. "Gargh! My eyesssss!!" Pitaya Dragon closes their eyes and falls on the ground. "Haargh!" Pitaya Dragon growls once they recover from the sudden flash of light blinding their eyes. "Did you jussst interrupt my battle!" Pitaya Dragon glares in your direction as they stand up to tower over you, "I'm not letting you set the entire forest on fucking fire!" you glare back at them. "Thissss isss my territory! I can do whatever I want with it!" Pitaya Dragon hisses, "Burn the forest, I won't cook for you for an entire month!" you said and Pitaya Dragon was taken back, their tail swishes in annoyance as they look away. "Grrr....fine!" they said.

Hollyberry and Wildberry stand at the side, both were shocked to see a cookie threaten a dragon. "Ahem..." Wildberry lets out a cough to catch both of your attention. "Pitaya Dragon Cookie, may we know who this is?" Hollyberry asked the dragon. "Well, Hollyberians! Thisss isss (C/n) Cookie!" Pitaya Dragon introduces you to Hollyberry and Wildberry. "and thessee Hollyberianss namess are Hollyberry Cookie, a friend rival of mines and her grumpy bodyguard, Wildberry Cookie!" they said as Wildberry sends a glare at the dragon.

You blink and smile sheepishly, "H-Hi!" you said. "Nice to meet you, your highness! a-and Wildberry Cookie!" you said as you bow, Hollyberry bursts out laughing. "Ahahaha! Just call me Hollyberry Cookie! A friend of Pitaya Dragon is also a friend of mine!" she said with a large smile on her face. "Nice to meet you, (C/n) Cookie!" she said as Wildberry gives you a gentle smile, he walks up to you and takes your hand in his and kisses it, like a gentleman.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, (C/n) Cookie" he said. You let out a giggle and blushes slightly, "Nice to meet you too, Wildberry Cookie!" you said. Pitaya Dragon stares at the two of you interact and for some reason, the dragon doesn't like this at all.

They couldn't help but let out a low growl escapes from their lips.

#pitaya dragon cookie x reader #pitaya dragon cookie #x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #hollyberry cookie #monster hunter #wildberry cookie #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you

[turtletaubwrites]

That Sounds Lovely ~ Part 14

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

This is part 14 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 3865

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (this part can be found in Ch. 4 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

Summary: The boys answer Robin's question, and Robin doesn't answer yours. Uncomfortable feelings keep popping up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pet Names, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Insecurity, Jealousy, Alcohol, Light BDSM, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

A/N: I hope you enjoy this very Robin-centric chapter! I just love her 💙

You could breathe this morning, but you laughed yourself awake again, wondering how Zoro had managed to get you both in this current position. 

He was laying diagonally across the bed, and had your thighs trapped between his. It looked as if he’d wrestled you into submission while he slept. 

You traced your fingers on his face lightly until his eyes flew open, then he jolted, sitting up as a soft knock came to the door.

Giggling at him, you managed to free your legs, and crawl out of the bed. You checked your reflection quickly, making sure all your clothes were in place before cracking the door. 

Sanji was there, wide eyed, as he fidgeted with the buttons on his jacket. Frowning at him, you stepped into the hall, and closed the door.

“Sanji, is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes, dear,” Sanji said as he straightened his posture, his voice a bit higher than normal. “I just need to finish prepping breakfast soon.”

You weren’t awake enough to read him, so you nodded your head a few times. 

“Okay, did you… need something?”

You watched Sanji chew on his lip as he looked up at the ceiling, and a slow smile crept onto your face as you remembered. 

“Is this about Robin?”

He took a quick breath in, shaking his hands a bit as he exhaled. When he met your eyes he looked near panicked. You wanted to cut him a break, but decided to wait for him to get it out.

“Y-Yes, my love. I know after breakfast she asked- Uh, we’re going to talk about-”

“You’re going to tell her if you’d like to go on a date with her or not?”

Sanji’s lips pressed together. You tilted your head down as you waited for him to go on, and you swore you heard a tiny, trapped whimper from his throat. 

Poor guy.

“I w-wouldn’t dream of it if you weren’t comfor-”

You couldn’t take any more of it. You interrupted him so that you wouldn’t start laughing in his face if it went on too much longer.

He’s so cute when he’s desperate. 

“Sanji, I would love to know that you and Robin are enjoying each other’s company. You have my blessing to go on a date with her.”

Those might be your favorite words that you’d ever spoken, because the effect on Sanji was incredible.

His face turned almost purplish red, his legs seemed to turn to jelly as he swooned, and his eyes got so large and ecstatic that you thought pink sparkly hearts might pop out of them. 

“Mon coeur! My sweet, sweet Y/N. You are everything to me, my beautiful angel!”

He’d lunged at you, showering your face and arms with kisses until you were gasping with laughter. You grabbed his face, and planted a kiss on his sloppy lips before shooing him off.

“Go finish breakfast, or Luffy will eat you before you can have your date.”

Still chuckling when you went back to your quarters, your smile widened as you caught Zoro pulling a shirt on over those beautiful muscles. 

“I take it the love cook is gonna take Robin up on her offer?”

“Ha, how could you guess,” you teased, grinning as you dressed for the day. Then you tilted your head at your swordsman. You didn’t want to pressure him to talk about it, but now you were curious.

It was a strange feeling, knowing that they might have relationships outside of yours. You noticed a bit of jealousy, but when you examined it closer, you realized it was your own insecurities.

You wanted all of your partners to have the connections they wished for, and the thought of someone else helping them feel happy made you smile. 

As you dressed and got ready for the day, you watched your reflection and let out a breath. You noticed part of your mind was comparing yourself to Robin, wondering if the boys would prefer her, or if she would prefer them. You caught your mind in the act, and told Zoro you’d meet him in a few minutes. 

He looked you over with his brows furrowed before he kissed you, leaving you to your thoughts. 

Sitting down, you focused on your breath. You noticed how your body felt, where it felt tight, constricted. Breathing into it, you let yourself examine those fears. 

It made you laugh, because it’s not what you truly feel. You know they adore you, and they can adore each other too. Just like I do! 

You reminded yourself that you have room in your heart and body for all of them, and that seeing them be happy with someone else just means more joy.

You were glad you checked in yourself before the after breakfast talk.

And I can just tell them how I feel if that keeps showing up. 

You were the last to the galley, and you beamed at your crew as all their bright or groggy faces turned to yours. Sanji kissed your cheek on your way to the table, and Robin chuckled as you kissed hers before you sat down next to Zoro. His hand gripped onto your thigh, squeezing a couple times when you kissed his cheek too.

I love my life. 

“So you guys are gonna be doing this like every day now?”

Usopp motioned toward the four of you while Nami laughed, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Just wait, I bet it’ll get worse.”

He groaned, but Luffy stopped eating long enough to chime in. 

“Everyone’s happy, I like it!”

Grinning at your captain, you noticed Zoro had gone from scowling at the sniper, to staring at his captain while holding his drink in front of his face like he forgot it was there. Smiling to yourself, you dove into breakfast. Zoro’s so cute when it comes to his captain. 

Nami stayed behind as most of the crew left, leaning on the table as she spoke to you. 

“You working out with me today?”

“No.”

You both looked at Zoro, who had been looking down at the table when he refused for you.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was talking to the botanist.”

“I’m training her now.”

Annoyance and pleasure coursed through you at his declaration, and you reached out to touch his hand. 

“How about I stretch and run with Nami in the mornings, and then you can murder me when we’re done?”

His lip twitched, eyes narrowing at you while Nami sighed. 

“Fine.”

“Yeah it’d better be fine you weirdo,” Nami threatened, as she leaned down to hug you. 

And then it was just the four of you. 

Sanji sat down next to Robin again, across from you. A few moments of silence passed while Robin smirked, until you finally broke it. 

“Soo, boys,” you teased in an awkward, but amused voice. “I believe Robin gave you something to think about.”

Her smile widened at you, and she took over. 

“Please remember, there is no pressure to see me as well as Y/N. And if we do have a date, we’ll have to see if we would like to continue. I won’t feel offended if you aren’t interested.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing at Sanji’s red face, his parted lips. She turned to him with a smile. 

“Sanji, would you like to have a date with me-”

“It would be an honor to spend time with you, Robin, my dear.”

Zoro looked up at the ceiling with a small groan while you gripped his thigh to keep from laughing at Sanji’s strained voice. 

Sanji reached for Robin’s hand, and she let him leave a soft kiss on her knuckles while she kept her taunting smile. 

This is going to be so much fun. 

“When can we have our date,” Sanji asked after clearing his throat, face still red.

Robin turned her smile to you before replying. 

“I believe I have a date with Y/N this evening.”

Sanji reached his hand across the table to touch your fingers, and tingling chills rolled over your skin at the purr in his words.

“And I will be seeing Y/N tomorrow night. Isn’t that right, my sweet?”

Sanji still looked at you with the same intensity as always, and Robin’s sparkling eyes made you feel so at ease.

Your smile started to hurt your cheeks as you nodded at them both. 

“The day after tomorrow then,” Robin confirmed while Sanji shivered. 

Everyone turned to the silent swordsman. You felt a tiny pull of those feelings from before, and breathed them out. 

I want Zoro to be happy, no matter what.

Zoro didn’t say anything, so Robin tilted her head toward him.

“Zoro, would you like to have a date with me?”

He looked at her for a moment before looking down at the table. 

“No, thank you.”

His quiet rejection didn’t seem to phase her at all. She smiled softly, nodding. On the other hand, Sanji looked horrified, as if Zoro had slapped Robin instead of declining. 

You reached out to Sanji’s hand on the table to shake his eyes away from them, and he still looked shocked. 

“No worries at all, Zoro. Let me know if you ever change your mind.”

You watched Zoro nod, keeping his eyes down, and you were grateful when Robin kept the conversation going. 

“Is there anything else we should discuss as a group today?”

No one answered her, so she motioned to leave, stretching. 

All of you stood in a circle again, and you giggled. 

“Group hug?”

“Never gonna happen.”

You grinned at Zoro’s frown, while Sanji had stretched his arms wide at your tease, looking between you and Robin. She chuckled as she went for the door, and you rubbed each of the boys on the arms as you jogged to follow her. 

In the hall, she laced her fingers with yours as you walked out on deck. You felt giddy, buzzing at the feel of her soft skin on yours.

“Do you want to run with me and Nami?

“I think I’ll just watch you.”

She laughed as you started to blush at her tone, and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. 

“We’ve found ourselves on a lovely crew of pirates, haven’t we?”

“So lovely,” you replied, leaning up to kiss her beautiful lips. 

“Noodle arms, are you coming,” Nami yelled from across the deck.

“Have fun,” Robin whispered in your ear as she moved to sit, pulling out a hefty book. 

Your days were getting so full. With three incredible partners, four other wonderful friends and crewmates, your studies and projects as a botanist that had been put on hold, and now your determination to learn to fight and use your knowledge to aid your crew in battle, you were feeling beat. 

But you didn’t want to stop any of it. You knew you’d need some sort of break soon, but you definitely didn’t want to pause your training. 

It was brutal. The bruises on your knees from the other night were purple now, and you still caught Zoro’s eyes drifting there. You could tell he was holding himself back.

But he still pushed you, and you pushed yourself to meet his demands.

I want to help my crew!

~

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

Seated on Robin’s small couch after dinner, you took a sip of wine, and enjoyed the scent of her perfume. You smiled lazily at her before responding. 

“I feel amazing, how about you?”

Tracing your fingers around hers, the scrape of the fabric felt way too good as you enjoyed the anticipation of what might come.

She took your hand in hers, stroking her thumb across your skin. 

“I feel amazing too. I just wanted to check in that you’re doing okay with the changes. With Sanji and I. Because if you’re not-”

“I’m okay with it, Robin. More than okay.”

Pulling her hand, you pressed your lips against her fingers. You loved the way her breath hitched as she watched your mouth on her skin. 

“I’m so glad,” she replied, her voice low and heated.

She leaned toward you, until you were pushed against the arm of the loveseat. Her fingers trailed along your neck, your ear, and your jaw, as shivers tickled down your body. Her blue eyes grew dark as her face came so close to yours. 

Breathing in each other's warm breath, you loved the moment of almost. 

Smiling, you took you both over the edge, tasting her sweet lips on yours. Robin pulled her body close to you, a soft whine in her throat that made your eyes roll back. 

Gently tugging at her thighs, you let out a contented sigh when she crawled onto your lap. She straddled you, her tall frame hunched slightly to kiss you, her hands cradling your face, and twisting into your hair. 

Small whimpers left your throat as you trailed your fingers along her thighs, exploring higher under her short skirt. She gave you a soft moan, so you followed the line of her body further, smoothing along the silky skin of her ass. 

She dipped her tongue into your mouth, slowly and sensually tasting as much of you as she could. You teased, dragging nails lightly along her skin while she shivered for you, chuckling quietly.

She pulled herself away, bringing your wine glass so you could tap your glasses before taking another sip. Your heart rate was still high, but you watched her with that gorgeous, often unreadable smile, and you couldn’t help your curiosity. 

“Have you ever had a relationship like this before?”

Her smile somehow became more taunting as she sprawled onto her bed before replying. 

“I’ve never been lucky enough to encounter so many interesting lovers willing to share in one place before.”

Blushing, you set down your glass to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“I guess the opportunity is pretty hard to come by,” you affirmed, shaking your head, still not sure you weren’t dreaming.

“I don’t think either of us will find it hard to come now.”

Your mouth dropped open as she said that with a deadpan expression. Then you practically shrieked her name as you jumped toward her on the bed.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” you breathed out, still gasping with laughter as you settled down next to her.

“Why shouldn’t I say it,” she purred, her eyes glinting. “Is it not true?”

You could feel your skin flush, warmth moving through you as she drew delicate circles along your shoulder and neck.

“Zoro seems to enjoy leaving his mark on you.”

“Oh, um,” you stuttered, reaching for your neck. Your attempts to mask the bruising from Zoro’s bite mark clearly hadn’t passed Robin’s inspection. You didn’t really see the point in covering it, although it did still feel a bit awkward for your lovers to see each other’s claims so visibly on your body. You felt your skin flush red. 

“I don’t mind at all, Y/N. I’m just wondering if you like it.”

“Oh! If I like the marks,” you asked, somehow blushing more. “I do, actually. I like having souvenirs.”

“Ha, I like that.” Robin’s smile grew even more playful, and you loved making her laugh. “Although I didn’t just mean the marks.”

Now your smile was matching hers as you crawled closer.

“I like the biting too.”

“Why do you like it?”

She started playing with your hair, extra hands teasing down your body like a cascade of velvet.

“Mm, I like knowing that he likes it. I like that it makes him feel good to take me in his mouth like that, to put his mark on my skin, to claim me.”

Her eyes pierced you, trapping your gaze while you kept going.

“I like the way it feels. I like the pain, especially when I’m right on the edge of pleasure. It feels incredible.”

The last words rolled off your tongue, low and heated. 

“Mm, that’s lovely.”

Some of the hands teasing you started raking nails down your skin, like gentle blades. Not too hard, not yet.  

“I choked you the last time we played. Did you enjoy that?”

“Mmhm,” you breathed as you started to writhe, her hands skillfully undressing both of you now.

“What is it about being choked that you find pleasurable?”

It took you a moment to respond, the sensations of all of her soft, dangerous hands taking over your mind. 

“I feel the same way. I love that my partner enjoys it, I love how the pain mixes with the pleasure, until it’s something more intense.”

“Mm. Is there more?”

Some of her fingers were tracing along the base of your neck now, while others trailed tauntingly close to your center. 

“With choking I love the risk… I love that I’m completely in your hands, my pleasure, my pain, my life. I love the way it feels, it t-takes me over that edge. It’s intoxicating.”

You managed to open your eyes, moaning when you saw the hungry way she looked at you. 

“What do you like about choking me,” you breathed out.

The predatory look in her eyes sent shivers through you, and she hummed at your reaction.

“I love that sweet look on your face when you let go. Watching you enjoy being overpowered and pleasured is delicious.”

You cried out for her as her nails scraped harder.

“I enjoy knowing that you trust me so much that you’d put your life in my hands.”

She leaned in closer, her next words making you shake as you felt her wicked promise. 

“I love the feel of your skin, and the way your body shakes under my hands when I bring you closer. I love controlling you, giving you exactly what you need.”

One of Robin’s hands wrapped its fingers around your neck, so gently. Another hand teased along your folds, making you twitch as it played with your clit.

“R-Robin…”

“I think hearing my name on your lips is my favorite part,” she breathed along your mouth before tasting you. 

You reached your hand out to touch her, needing to make her feel good, feeling so much slick covering your fingers. She grabbed your hand, putting your fingers into your own mouth. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you sucked the sweet, and heady taste of her. 

“Tonight you’re all mine, Y/N. But don’t worry, I’m taken care of.”

You choked out an almost laugh as another arm appeared. It waved at you, before taking its rightful place, making her moan softly when its fingers entered her.

“Can I take you now, Y/N?”

“Please.”

Robin leaned over you again, placing her sinful lips against yours, savoring herself on your tongue. Melting into her, you cried out into her smirking mouth.

Her deft fingers had stayed on your clit, sliding easily over it with your dripping desire for her.  Chuckling softly at your reactions, Robin sent another hand, two fingers curling deep inside your needy cunt. 

Her eyes were open, taking in your desperation as she kept kissing you through her ministrations. The look in her eyes was enough to do you in, and Robin ate your screams. She fed you her own moans to you as she pleasured herself, her wicked hands making you come together. 

“I’m going to do that to you again, Y/N.”

Breathless, all you could do was moan, still twitching as her fingers continued to play with you softly, slowly now. 

She restrained you, your hands held above your head, legs wide while you arched you back. 

Your breath and pulse were so ragged as she smiled at you, like you were a tasty prey caught in her trap. Waves of heat and tingles danced on your skin as you waited, not knowing what she’d do next. 

She watched you for long enough that you started to writhe against her warm restraints. 

“Robin?”

Your mouth was covered by another hand, and the one at your throat finally pulsed against your skin, making your eyes roll back. More arms appeared to tease along your skin, so close to your core, but never touching.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m in control now.”

Hot, tears pricked at your eyes as you whimpered for her, high and desperate. 

“Do you trust me?”

Aching for her, needing her, you nodded as much as her trap would let you. 

Panting as she uncovered your mouth, your tongue hung loose as she straddled you. She replaced her summoned hand around your neck with both of her own, breathing along your face.

“Say it.”

“I-I trust you.”

Fingers raked nails across your body, leaving you moaning. 

“Say it.”

You could hardly think, but you reacted.

“I trust you, Robin.”

The satisfied hum that she let you taste on a kiss made you weak, limp in her hold.

“We’re not done yet, Y/N.”

She brought her heavenly fingers back, playing with your clit, and that sweet spot within you like she was made for it.

She kept her face above yours, her gorgeous black hair falling around you. She watched your every movement as she choked you, knowing just when to push you, and when to let you rest.

You saw her dangerous smile grow almost manic until you couldn’t look anymore. Your eyes flew back in your head while an explosion of warmth and overwhelm barreled through you. Your body bucked wildly, but she held every part of you firm, her prey in a trap. All hers.

The soft caresses and kisses she gave you when you came down kept you twitching, almost crying.

“You are amazing, Y/N. I’m so glad I found you...”

Propped on an elbow as she stroked your cheeks, her smirking face had fallen. You could barely move, but you managed to reach up to touch her cheek, bringing a hint of her smile back.

“Why are you sad?”

Robin's lips pursed, and you hated when her heavy eyes left yours.

“I’m not sad, Y/N. I’m grateful. I didn’t think I’d get to enjoy this much time with all of you.”

Struggling, you pulled yourself up against the bedrest to look at her.

“What do you mean ‘this much time?”

You watched Robin’s features shift, as if she was building up walls around herself. As much as your curiosity was killing you with a need to know her better, you put it aside, reaching for her hand. 

“Robin, you don’t have to tell me. Just lay with me, please." 

Your thumb rubbed along the back of her hand, and your breath caught as you waited.

Robin nodded at you, her blue eyes large, and filled with so much you couldn’t understand. But she came to you, curling against you, resting her head on your chest. 

Tracing circles on her back, you whispered, hoping you hadn’t made her shut down completely. 

“Is it alright if I sleep in here tonight?”

Your chest filled with warmth as she pulled you tight against her. 

You almost didn’t hear her answer.

“That sounds lovely.”

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Part 15

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Love Triangle Or Not (Four)- Pt 4 ..haha

Here are the other parts

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Anon Request Prompt: Y/N is a trainer (very well known for her badassness) She just came back from a mission; she gets a little jelly that Tris and Four had gotten closer. There’s some feelings but on who’s end? Four asks Y/N to help Tris. Being the amazing person she is, she agrees to help, but in the process she gets hurt. After the mission ends she returns home only to have an argument with Four. Leads to late night confessions  

I’m also making Y/N a Divergent but in secret. 

A couple things, this is ridiculously long, I put it in parts and I am releasing them all at the same time because it makes sense okay. Cooooooollll I hope you enjoy. 

Established something between Tris and Four. 

Yooo I am so sorry I know it says late night confeession but thats not what happend. Im sorry the story writes itself sometimes hahha.

My requests are OPEN

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Four ran from the room he and Tris were in, Jeanin laid unconscious on the floor. His mind reeled back to you. His panic set in, the two of them ran together, Caleb, Marcus and Will were not too far behind them. “ We need to get to the train!” Tris says, she shifts her gaze to Four.

Four growls in irritation, you should’ve been back by now and you're not. Four comes to a halt and so does the rest of the group. 

“ What are you doing? We need to go now!” Tris yells.

“ It’s Y/N. I can’t leave. Just go to the train and get on, I’ll be right behind you guys”  Four runs in the opposite direction back into the building hunting for you. He’ll be damned if he were to ever leave you behind. He’ll be damned if you're hurt, and if you were he only had himself to blame. He asked you to do this mission, it was a rushed process he knew that. Yet his heart still sank, he needed to make sure you were safe. He had so many things to say to you things he wished he had said earlier. So many emotions filtered through his mind and he only could think about you. 

As if on cue, you stumbled out of the room that you and Eric were fighting in. Grabbing both hands he socked you in the side of the ribs repeatedly. You curved in on yourself in an attempt to block the punches. Eric managed to corner you between the wall and himself. Four panicked yelling at the top of his lungs from the other end of the hall “ GET OFF HER!” Four took off into a full sprint. Eric snapped his head towards four realizing that he was in fact awake and not affected by the serum. You took advantage of his distraction. You’ll definitely need to thank Four for that later. You pushed the hand away that held your wrist. Reach up and over Eric’s head you forced it down, locking it in place with your other hand. You jumped up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. You planned on putting his ass to sleep. You squeezed your arms tight, cutting off his air supply. 

Four slowed down as he neared you, Eric groaned in pain as he tried to push you off of him. He resorted to punching you in the side causing you to lose your grip. You groan in pain as your grip slips from your fingers. You dropped to the floor while Eric attempted to grab you again. Four took off in a sprint tackling Eric to the ground. You took this as a second to recover looking for anything to take him down. By now all the little Knick knack of weapons that you had on you were gone due to the fight with Eric. Four battled it out with Eric, you stumbled up searching for anything to stop Eric. Your eyes landed on a piece of round metal, you ran towards it reaching for it. You stopped in your tracks holding it in your hand, it was a smoke grenade. Your eyes snapped in the direction of Four and Eric. As they wrestled amongst each other, you waited for an opportunity for them to separate. You started off in a jog before fully running you shouted Fours name as you pulled the clip from its slot and tossed it. Both Eric and Four stopped to look at you. Eric, not having time to react, Four punched him in the face taking off in the opposite direction. You threw the grenade forcing him to collapse and cover his face while you and Four barely made it out of the room-heading for the trains.

The train had led the group to Amity, a safe haven for now though it wasn’t ideal but it was necessary. The group had jumped off the train landing in the grass near the open field. Everyone graciously landed on the grass except you. The pain you now felt in your side was immense, the adrenaline in your body slowing down allowing all the damage your body took, catching up to you all at once. You were tired, your body wanted to give out, sweat rolled down your face, you pushed yourself up, you couldn’t breathe, it seemed to become more difficult as you tried to catch your breath. You swayed for a second or two. The thing was you didn’t land incorrectly, you landed how you were taught. So why can’t you breathe? The group had walked a good distance before Four noticed your absence. He turned around and saw you standing in place, you looked so defeated, but you also looked like you were about to drop.

 Four ran over to you as he yelled your name “ Y/N?!”, your body swayed again. You knew you couldn’t stand for much longer. In that very same second your body gave out your eyes  fluttering shut. The last image was Four’s concerned face as he caught you in his arms..” Hey, Hey, keep your eyes open. You can’t sleep, Stay awake” Four checked everywhere he could possibly as he searched for wounds. You had a few cuts and bruises here and there. What captured his attention was the broken rib that perturbed out so far that it pressed into the suit you wore, the back of your head carried an injury that caused it to bleed. Damnit! It was you, he did this to you, out of all people. He cursed himself, as he lifted you up and carried you bridal style. This was the last thing he wanted and yet he was the one who asked you to do this mission to start this war. You willingly followed him, even though you told him it was a bad idea. You were always right but somehow you kept it to yourself and you never told him so, he would always find out the hard way. This time it was different, he let someone else talk him into it and you tried to stop him, to make him wait. If only he had listened. You were his best friend but in this moment you meant more to him than anything else. 

You laid in the hospital bed bandaged up asleep. Four held your hand in his as he rested his elbows on the bed, his lips resting against your hand. It had been about two days, you hadn’t woken up yet, you just continued to sleep, Four paid attention to your breathing every now and then to make sure you were in fact breathing. Four caught in a trance he hadn’t noticed Marcus walk into the room, “ I think you should eat and get some rest-” Marcus walks over to him, placing the food on the bedside of the table. Marcus placed his hand on Four’s shoulder to bring comfort to him in hopes he might take a break. “ -Tobias” Four flinches, it brings him to reality.. His name sounded wrong in his mouth, his touch burned, it wasn’t the touch he yearned for or the way his name was said by only you. Yet here you were laying in this bed, because of him. He never looked away from your face, watching you sleep, you looked so peaceful, in a way it made his heart twist. A piece of hair rested against your face in the way, one of his hands let go of yours, he reached over and pushed it out of the way. He caressed your face gently. Marcus sighed leaving the room quietly giving him the space and privacy with you. 

A memory of you filled his mind as your smile appeared, you and Four had decided it would be a good time to prank Eric by replacing his mattress with farting cushions, so that every time he rolled over it would fart. Those damn farting sounds woke up the entire unit. Your laughter filled his ears. His heart swooned again, oh how he wished he could hear it right now. He closed his eyes just long enough so that he could hear your laugh and see your smile. Though when he opened his eyes he realized that you may just be in this state for a while. A bad memory filled his mind as it flashed back to you fighting Eric in the Warehouse, you fought with purpose, and he wished he would have taken it back-

“ Well you look like shit. Stop scrunching your face like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles” Your voice hoarse as you spoke. Four opened his eyes as he looked at you. You were a sight for sore eyes, his heart swelled at the sound of your voice. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or if it was real. You smiled at him.

Four chuckled “Oh is that so?” He questioned still lost in you.

“ Yeah” You continued to smile as you spoke softly 

“ Mmh I wonder who told you that.” He replied carrying the same volume

“ You” You watched Four hold your hand as he looked away from your face, guilt filled his chest. You had seen his mood shift and just as you were about to ask him what was wrong Tris had walked in with a tray of food. She stops in her tracts realizing that you were awake. Four straightens up in his chair. By the looks of it not only did she care to feed him but she cut her hair too, her smile not quite reaching you but directed at Four. Of course it was. Your eyes drifted between the two. Tris cleared her throat “ Um I brought you food, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Oh uh Y/n you’re up, I am so glad you are finally awake” 

You gave her a simple “mhm” as you turned slightly on your good side, kind of showing your back to her and the door. You faced the window and Four. You watched Four watch her, he was hesitant “Uh thank you Tris, you can leave it right there on the counter” He nodded towards it giving her a smile. She yet again returns it before leaving, giving him one last look. You rolled your eyes groaning in pain as you sat up slowly pushing Four out of the way. No way in hell were you planning on staying here to watch this shit happen. Four shook his head “ No you need to lay down” 

You shoved his hands away. “ Fuck it I am leaving”

“ You can’t leave Y/n” Four argued back as he tried to get you to stay on the bed. 

“ Watch me” You winced as you shoved him out of the way standing barely on your own two feet

“ Y/n come on. Don’t do this, just lay back down and get some rest”

“ No, I’m leaving, I can't stay here.”

“We need to lay low. Which is something you already know.”

“ We, please more like you and Tris with your little group you call family. I am not needed and that much is clear. What a great way to wake up”

“Is that what this is about? Tris?” He asks, watching your reaction closely, you however couldn’t find a way to answer that question without being rude. You also were tired of hiding your feelings for him. 

“ You know what so what if it is” You questioned as you tried to walk past him but it was a struggle. Four grabbed your arm holding you in place. “ Four don’t make me kick your ass”

“ What has she done to you that you hate her so much? If you hated her so much then why did you help take down Erudite-”

“ I didn't do it for her! I did it for you!” You challenged as two stared at each other. It was time to let him know even if this doesn’t go the way you’d like. 

“ What?” Four let go of your arm. 

“ I. did. it . for. You. Because I care for you more than I should. I am in love with you and I have been since I met you. You are the one person that I can’t live without. I put my feelings aside because it was the right thing to do. It was never just for her” You told him, as a tear slipped out of your cheek. You had held that in for so long that when it came out it was more powerful than it should've been. “ But what does that matter? She’s the one you want, you two can save the factions together. You don’t need me” You stated as you took a step away from Four. 

“ She’s not the one I want” Four says as he stares into you from behind. He wasn’t about to let you walk away after he almost lost you. Tris was not the person he wanted in his life as much as he wanted you in his life. You didn’t turn around, instead you chose to stay in your place. You waited. What if he was only saying that just to say. You were a sucker for him, one word, one phrase or sentence was enough to keep you here, but could you really do that to yourself? Four walked over to you turning you around to face him, He cupped your face in his hands. 

“ You are the one I want, Y/n. How can I save factions if the one person who knows me the best isn’t my partner. You have been by my side supporting me every step of the way. It wasn’t until the moment I thought I lost you that, it was you.” Four rested his forehead against yours.

 He shook his head, “ She was never you, she couldn’t be but I did have to help her. I knew what she was and that was life that needed to be saved. That doesn’t make things better but I had to help. It’s what you would’ve done”

You sighed “ Tobias-” Four couldn’t take it much longer pulling you into a kiss capturing your lips with his, the way you folded into each other was like a perfect mold. Four’s hands moved from your face sliding down your sides wrapping his arms around you. Yours wrapped around his neck, your fingers carting through his hair. You both must've been holding back from each other, as you both took the breath from each other's lungs. You both held so much passion and love that it felt as if no time had passed, the only indicator was the need for air and the pain in your ribs. You both pull away, while you wince slightly.  

“You okay?”

“ Yeah, just keep in mind the next time you do that, let me know so my ribs don’t hurt” You tell him.

“ I will be sure to warn you, but can I just say Jealous is a good look on you”

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I've opted to share from three fics- Suddenly in the Silence, Where All This Love Comes From, and Wrestling Angels:

Suddenly, in the Silence:

"I think the closet is haunted," TK says, fumbling the buttons of his lapelled pajama shirt. Carlos faces the opposite side of the room. "But it's from Ikea." "Not that one." TK throws an arm towards the white pre-fab nothingy unit that had housed their pajamas. "I mean the old Reyes relic." "My dad's tatarabuelo built that," Carlos says defensively. And occupies it now, TK thinks but does not say. Instead, he opts for, "It might be fun to sleep in your old bedroom like we did that time before. Snuggled up in that creaky twin with your adorable horse comforter over us." "My old room," Carlos breathes a laugh, "Is the most haunted in this house." "With memories, though, not ghosts."

Where All This Love Comes From

A single tear slips from Carlos' eye. Years ago, there was a young man in New York City called TK Strand and he had no idea that in Austin, Texas, a stranger called Carlos Reyes was aching, yearning, pining for exactly him. He had no idea how loved he was going to be by someone he had yet to meet. He had no idea how wonderful he was as a person with or without a partner – but he was about to find out. That's why you have to keep living, Carlos thinks, so you can find out.

Wrestling Angels

But love is going to come into his life, and it won’t be what he’ll expect, because it’s going to be TK Strand, a firefighter who shows up in Austin from Manhattan following a relapse. He’s a little fierce and rough and moody and funny. He’ll bring disorder to the orderly life he’s about to work so hard to create for himself and himself alone. TK will cause him pain, and he’ll push TK’s buttons, and then it’s going to work out, and he’s going to marry him. And TK is going to be the one to ask. Love is going to be powerful, runaway, gutting, enormous – yet weirdly and utterly defined by the small moments as much as the major events. It’s going to feel physical and invisible, like storm winds that take his breath and knock him off his feet. He’s going to have sex. He’ll have it with a few guys before TK, and every time with each of those guys, it will be somewhere on a sliding scale of outright bad, awkward, embarrassing, mediocre, good, better, great, fantastic. With TK it will be different. Supercharged, mind-blowing, right from the start, and it will also be gentle, romantic, connective in a new way. It will always be a deeper experience than with anyone else. It’s going to mean something real every time, even from the beginning when TK insists that it’s not going to, and Carlos will pretend as much as he can that he doesn’t mind.

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The One With The Wrestling Contest (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: It's the height of mating season in the Delta Tau Epsilon house and the boys are holding a little contest in the basement to win the hands of their s.os

Warnings: Frat parties, wrestling contests in the basement references to smut 18+ only

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia

The basement was louder than a friggin concert stadium on a summer's eve, the bluetooth speakers blasting the music on high volume. The ding of a bell and the raucous shouts of a bunch of drunken frat boys and sorority sisters filled the basement which was already packed full of people from across the campus spectrum.

You were watching from the homemade bleachers on the other side of the room, you and several of your girlfriends from the Phi Gamma sorority and a few others, were all sitting close together each in a different colored toga that you had all made from shitty repurposed bedsheets, cheering on the boys who were down in "the pits".

"C'mon Kyle!"

"Beat the shit out of him Kyle!"

"Go for his balls Kyle!!"

Kyle Shanahan slipped in and football tackled the Alpha Beta rival by the waist, dragging him down into the inflatable pool full of strawberry scented k-y jelly.

The bell dinged again and everyone stood up, cheering and barking as Kyle victoriously threw his hands up, howling with all his long-haired, bearded glory. His girlfriend, Karen McCann, practically jumped from the bleachers and into his arms, riling up the crowd in the basement.

"Oh God I don't think I can do this," Kayce groaned.

"Ya'll know what happens to us if we don't right?" Rhett asked him.

Kayce's nostrils flared at the thought. Every Delta Tau in the past had to fight for their mating rights every year around this time, those slimy little Alpha Betas daring to encroach into their territory. Kayce looked up at the bleachers and saw Monica cheering everyone on. Under no circumstances would he allow Stan Winthorp to put his grubby, pervy hands all over Monica Long. Kayce could feel his eyes burning when he saw Stan making his way into the pits, ready for action and eyeing Monica who rolled her eyes.

"Over my dead fuckin body!" Kayce blurted out.

"Down homeboy!" Rhett ordered. "Look at me, look at me......are ya'll gonna allow Stan to get with your girl?"

"FUCK NO!"

"Are ya'll gonna allow him to get with her?"

"FUCK NO!" Kayce shouted furiously.

"Then ya'll get in there and show him who the top dog is!" Rhett told him. "Ya'll are a LEAN, MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE!!"

Kayce let out the most frightening war yell anyone had ever heard when the bell dinged again, signaling for him to get in the pits.

"Oh my God I don't think I can watch this," Monica laughed.

"Brace yourself Monnie, it's about to get crazier," you chuckled.

"In that case I'd better do a shot," said Cairo, Foster's boyfriend.

You handed Cairo the little nip of McGuillicuddy's mint flavored liqueur which he swigged back as though it were water. It was eight seconds.......eight painful seconds before Kayce leapt up off his feet, grabbed Stan and landed him in a triangle choke right on the ground. You, Monica and the others cheered from the bleachers as Kayce riled everyone up, the crowd chanting his name as Stan sulked off to clean himself up and lick his wounds.

"Holy shit!" Kayce gasped, wiping his face with a fresh towel. "That was fuckin great!"

"Alright Foster ya'll are up! Go get'em!" Rhett told him.

Oh man did Foster look pissed. It wasn't even a split second before he had the Alpha Beta prick on the ground, the very same one who had been pestering Cairo the week before at one of the bars. It had taken both Kayce and the vice president of the Sigma Sigma Kappa house to get Foster off him and drag the prick away.

Rhett eyed Smitty from across the room with a fury, his eyes burning like a pair of cobalt flames, nearly black with the intense desire to fight. The other frat leaders kept encouraging him, tapping him on the shoulder and hurling obscenities and insults at the Alpha Betas.

The bell dinged and it was time for him to go in. The bluetooth speaker started to play Eminem's "Till I Collapse", full blast as the two frat leaders entered the pits, staring each other down as they assumed the position.

Rhett nearly blacked out as the bell signaled for them to fight. It was a slippery mess as they tried to keep their feet balanced, holding onto each other as he fought to wrestle Smitty to the ground.

"Think you're too good huh Abbott?" Smitty sneered. "Just you wait until (y/n)'s in my bed and I can......."

A loud war yell fell from Rhett's mouth as he flipped Smitty right over onto his back, the slick of the k-y jelly splattering everywhere upon impact. Rhett rose, beating his chest with one hand in the ecstasy of his sudden victory.

You ran from the bleachers and threw yourself right into his arms, kissing him heatedly, neverminding that he was coated in strawberry scented lube. Smitty angrily slunked away into the corner with the rest of the Alpha Betas while you and Rhett basked in the afterglow of his triumph.

"Wanna meet me upstairs later?" Rhett asked wiggling his eyebrows a little. "Meet Caesar at the midnight orgy?"

"As long as your truck doesn't turn back into a pumpkin I'm down," you chuckled before kissing him again, much to the delight of the basement crowd.

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Wingman

“Bradley! Bradley, come on—you like peanut butter and jelly, remember?” 

The edge of the divided alphabet plate is mere inches from nose diving off the table, threatening a mess of sticky Peter Pan and strawberry jelly on what appears to be bright-and-shiny, freshly waxed linoleum.

Locked in a staring contest with the curlicue of a five-year-old your best friend Nick Bradshaw has entrusted you with, your heart is hammering harder than you ever remember in your short lifespan. 

Feet frozen in place, your hand is extended as if somehow you’ve managed to become some kind of Jedi. Attempting to force-control Bradley Bradshaw into cooperation failed, the burp of skin on plastic is nearly deafening as his fat little finger skips across the table, flicking at the separated plate you’d set in front of him moments ago. 

“B!” The high pitch of your voice matches the heart jumping behind your ribs–never in your adult life would you have dreamed to ever be so worried about a sandwich, “please—eat your lunch, ok? Your daddy says you like PB and J,” 

Time seems to stand still. Exhausted, blood pumping hard through your ears, you feel like you’ve wrestled a bull the entire afternoon. Or maybe a Tasmanian devil. Bradley has been nothing but a high-strung ball of energy since you sent Nick and Carole off for their afternoon, insisting that things would be fine. 

In hindsight, maybe you should’ve heeded Carole’s warning of letting Bradley play outside a few hours before lunch. “He gets so cooped up and off the rails if you take him out and let him burn through some of that after-nap energy,” the gall of the woman to actually laugh, “He’s super into Indiana Jones, and you’ll be a great sub in my absence as the damsel in distress.”

But Bradley hadn’t wanted to play outside today. He’d wanted to play dinosaurs in his room with his little green army men, and together you’d both had a blast decimating Sarge and his unit with Tom the T-Rex. Blithely unaware of the gorgeous day outside and its 90 degree sunshine, A/C had been an appreciated alternative. At the time. 

 But now? You were going to either kill Nick’s kid, or die of exhaustion—whichever came first. 

Bradley had started acting up about an hour ago, when he refused to clean up the toys in his room. An all-out hissy fit had transpired as Tom the T-Rex had been violently thrown out the bedroom door, hitting the wall with a thunk. 

Feeling sorry for Tom, and staring with popped brows of surprise as Bradley screamed in his bedroom, very quickly your ovaries had shrank into near non-existence at the idea of someday willing choosing this for yourself. 

“Pizza!” He shrieks, arms flapping in tantrum like some kind of pterodactyl, which ironically matches the dinosaur on the t-shirt underneath his overalls, “I want pizza!” His little high-pitched boy voice is ringing off the walls of the military housing unit as his bottom lip begins to quiver. 

Crocodile tears well up in his soft brown eyes, angry color flaring on his chubby cheeks as he gives the plate one final shove, glaring at it like it has committed a grave offense. 

Flinching as the plastic rattles to the linoleum, you puff out a dramatic sigh and scrub your face with your be-jeweled fingers, the cool rings doing little to tame the heat fanning across the bridge of your nose. Your heart has stopped throbbing in worry over the thoroughly dead sandwich, pulse returning to some kind of normal between your ears. 

Gnawing at your bottom lip in defeat, you eyeball the splattered peanut butter and jelly and brea. It’s flattened and thoroughly stuck to the floor as Bradley leans over the side of his booster to look at his handiwork. Blinking at it, he looks back to you without even missing a beat, before grabbing the Flintstone cup of milk and taking a long swig. 

“Pizza,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes, crossing to the head of the table. “You win, kiddo. Pizza it is.” You’ve never felt more defeat in your life, which is really saying something, because the taste of second place is something you’re all too familiar with being friends with Nick Bradshaw and his motley crew of stick jockey aviators. 

Grabbing your purse, you retrieve your wallet and march to the phone mounted on the wall. Spinning the numbers, you order a pizza for yourself and the Bradshaw demon now absolutely adorably singing a song he must’ve picked up from his father, and hung up after the deadbeat clerk monotoned a goodbye. 

Plunking down in a chair, your elbows hit the table and cradle your head as you sigh out a breath from the base of your gut. A headache is starting to bloom behind your eyes, and sweat is beading down the length of your spine, drawing your t-shirt and jeans to your skin in the most unpleasant way possible.

Toes curling against the linoleum in an effort to release tension, Bradley begins singing his ABCs in the cutest way possible. 

You jump when the phone releases a shrill shriek across the kitchen. For a minute your mind jogs, trying to remember if Carole had asked you to take any calls.

Nick had told you to go ahead and use the phone for anything you may need—slipping out of the chair, you slide across the floor in your socks and pluck it off the receiver, cradling it between your clavicle and ear. 

“Bradshaw house,” you sing into the line. Bradley is pushing himself out from the table, scrambling out of the booster to race up the stairs, shrieking for his stuffed animal dog that you have since learned is named Bongo. Covering the receiver, you call for Bradley to please come back downstairs before returning to the call, “How can I help?” 

“Sounds like you’re having fun, sweetheart.” 

Heart slamming to an all-stop in your chest, you inhale a sharp breath. A surprised squeaks managed past your strangled vocal chords, and heat jumping into your blood is immediate.

Replaying his words through your mind, you imagine him leaning through the doorway of the barracks, phone in hand, dragging the cord along as he talks to you. 

Tom Kazanksy has always been a pacer when it comes to talking on the phone. It’s something you learned from Nick himself, who has told you numerous times that Iceman can’t keep it together when he’s on a call. Especially with you.

Goose was practically ass-over-tea kettle about this, Ice glaring at him behind his aviators as you’d given him a goofy grin, picturing the idea as nothing short of hilarious. 

The man as cold as ice, tethered by a phone cord every time he picked up the receiver. It was laughable. Actually hilarious. Ice was many things—poised, cool, calculative in ways that were nearly frightening. He seemed far too collected to be the kind that walks when he’s on the phone—that’s your thing.

Fidgeting is a quirk of yours that simultaneously amuses and drives Ice up the wall, which seems counterproductive. 

But like many things about Iceman Kazansky, there’s a lot that doesn’t make sense. 

Keeping you on your toes is just one of the many things that makes your relationship with Kazansky interesting. He’s the ying to your yang, the cool to your hot. You’re wound tighter than a frickin’ Rolex, and Tom is as smooth as butter in every way that counts.

He’s excelling in his career, making the right decisions, drawing the right attention—and you’re stalled out working at the local garage, tinkering on whatever junk manages to hit the pavement. 

Quiet and reserved, Ice is the epitome of charm and elegance. You’re basically the wild card in life’s chaotic game of Uno, forever handing your boyfriend a draw 25 of every crazy thing your life may hand him.

Honestly, how the two of you make it work is unbelievable—you’ve been dating for eight months. You were sure any day Ice would wake up from the hellish nightmare that is your crazy life and leave you, but he'd only seemed locked in for good. 

Fairly certain that meeting your parents in NOLA would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, you were dead surprised when Ice had told you he actually loved your family. Your father had done nothing but interrogate the man like a dog with a bone about his career, his plans—all the kills his fancy rank boasted.

And mama? Oh, boy. She’d fussed over him to no end, insisting his skinny ass needed plumped up before your return at Christmas. 

“What are they feeding him in California, sweetie? Look at that waist! I could snap him in two. Make sure you feed ‘im good—the way to a man’s heart is through his gut, after all.” 

Your mother didn’t understand that you didn’t live together, weren’t cooking for Ice, and could take no responsibility for his eating habits. She’d just pooh-pooh’d your entire protest away, promising to send you both home with grocery money and a few recipes for your box.

You’d stuck them to the fridge with a magnet, Ice just chuckling at your mumble that your parents were the most embarrassing life-givers on the entire planet. 

Arms snaked around your wrist, chin on your shoulder, he’d rocked you back and forth on his feet while smiling at the recipes now stuck on the front of your Frigidaire.

“I like your parents, my love. They’re….sweet?” The word was so foreign from him, it had made you snort. 

“Overbearing and nosy, but thanks for playing,” you’d shook your head and lazily hung your hands from his thick forearms crossing over your chest, “I can’t wait to meet your folks, Ice. Your mom seems so amazing.” 

“You’re talking to my mom?” 

Laughing, “Of course I am! You gave me their number, silly.” 

“I gave you my parents’ number for when I’m there, princess. I didn’t expect you to cultivate a relationship with Admiral Kazanksy’s wife.” Pressing a heavy kiss to your jaw, the blonde stubble on his cheek was divine as it brushed against the apple of yours. 

Giggling in his embrace, your nose scrunches up as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. “Careful there, Tommy. Mrs. Admiral Kazansky kinda has a nice ring to it.” 

His eyes had never sparkled so richly as they had that day in your kitchen, catching the insinuation you’d thrown in your little universe. Ice is everything you are not in the way that he is as unreadable as a blank page, whereas you’re easy reading, like phonebook. It goes with his graceful stoicism, his quiet demeanor. 

Which is maybe why the two of you work. He balances you out, reigns you in when necessary but loves your unbridled fire. You add color to the otherwise black-and-white pages of Tom Kazanksy’s mission dossier of life, and while you haven’t exactly figured out if that’s a plus or not—Goose, Mav, Slider and everyone else that knows him assures you that you’re the best thing that’s ever stumbled, literally, into Kazanksy’s universe. 

You smile at the muffle of voices hanging at the back of the call. Tom is obviously not alone, which amuses you to no end.

“Oh yeah, y’know how it goes, Kazansky—couldn’t be better. Goose’s kid is just the best child a babysitter could ever ask for.” The drama is not lost in your voice. 

Tom barks out a laugh, and you imagine he’s shaking his head at you. “I can imagine. Bradley is a little shit when he wants to be.” He says something to someone beyond the call before returning to the phone, “So, about tomorrow. I wanted to ask you—”

Curling the phone cord around your index finger, you check over your shoulder as a shriek erupts from the hallway. Whipping about, Bradley shoots down the stairs, suddenly naked from the waist down and missing the overalls his mother had dressed him in that morning.

Eyes popping wide, he is screaming with a Superman action figure and his father’s dog tags hanging from his neck, face twisted in a horror that you’ve only ever seen portrayed on television. 

Somehow, Bradley’s hair and shirt is wet. Which can only mean—

“Oh my gosh! Bradley! Bradley, come back—” dropping the phone and lunging for the toddler, you half remember your boyfriend is on the other end of the call, and right as Bradley races into the kitchen you grab the receiver. Scrambling to right the phone back to your ear, “Ice, I really have–” but he’s laughing. At you.

“This isn’t funny, Tom!” 

“It’s fucking hilarious, baby,” his voice is that smooth rasp that makes you shiver as he clucks a chuckle into the phone, “but hold tight. I’ll be over there in fifteen minutes,” he’s calling for someone to tell him the time before he returns. “Think you can keep the gosling alive long enough for me to get there?” 

Your eyes are shooting daggers at the wall as you sneer at nothing. “I hate you sometimes,” 

Hissing out a noise that sounds like it would be paired with a wince, his mocking, “Ouch, princess,” doesn’t match the lilt in the back of his words. “Don’t burn down the house, I’ll be right there. Hang tight, grease monkey.” He’s been calling you grease monkey since knowing you, and it’s become more of a pet name than anything. 

Unraveling, grateful help is imminent, you’re too stubborn to tell him that. Ice is good at everything, and something about watching Goose’s offspring niggles the thought that you want to be better at this than him in the back of your head. Biting the inside of your cheek, you hum suspiciously over the phone. 

 “Just get over here, Kazansky.” Dropping the phone to the receiver, you turn to rush into the living space in search of Bradley. 

You swear to God you can hear him laughing behind the door fifteen minutes later when he knocks, letting himself into the kitchen from the screen door.

Sunglasses on, dressed informally in a t-shirt and tight Wranglers, he’s got a baseball glove under his arm that he drops to the table when Bradley races to the front door, arms splayed wide upon sight. 

“Iceman!” Bradley launches himself at Ice’s legs, wrapping chunky little arms around the man’s thighs, “I didn’t know you were coming!”

He’s bouncing as Ice bends to lift him under his arms to his hip, messing the kid’s hair with his fingers.

“You gonna play ball with me, Ice?” 

Ice’s smile is genuine as the kid pops off his callsign, no sweat. “You know it, kiddo. Gotta get my favorite shortstop ready for the Phillies, right?”

Bradley’s face couldn’t be any brighter as you lean against the threshold of the living room, arms crossed over your chest as you watch Ice interact with Goose’s son.

“How have you been, Bradley?” 

“Gooooood,” the boy giggles and draws out the double-o of the word like children do, breaking off into another giggle as Ice wiggles his fingers into his soft stomach, “can we go play?” 

“Yeah, bud. Go grab your mit and we’ll toss a few,” setting Bradley to his feet, he sends the boy off with a light swat to his rear, Bradley beelining past you to whip up the stairs. He's chanting Ice’s name with childlike joy nearly bubbling out of him. 

Ice considers the state of the sandwich you still haven’t cleaned up off the floor before looking to you with a raised brow. The corner of his mouth ticks up into a light smirk as he slips the aviators off, hanging them from the collar of his t-shirt as his eyes move about the living space, easily.

You can see he’s calculating, and something shoots down your spine to ricochet off your uterus. 

Good god he’s handsome. Sexy as all get out with close-cropped blonde hair, eyes bright enough to melt steel. He can level you with nothing but a smile, make you forget your name the way he kisses you. You might as well be dead when he says your name.

Thinking through all the times he's called you his, wondering if you’ll ever get tired of it, heat in your blood blossoms to your face. You suddenly warmer than you thought possible in the A/C of Goose’s house. 

Crossing the kitchen in a few long strides, he reaches for you. Hand sliding home at your hip as you smile at him, he bridges the daylight hanging between you and shuffles your hips flush with his. Smiling at you crookedly, his eyes track yours. Reaching for a curl that’s fallen from your clip, he tucks it behind your ear. 

“Help has arrived, princess,” he teases you, low. “Holding up okay?” His voice is quiet, smoky. Dangerous.

Every one of his words hits you right in that little spot between your legs, which has not stopped aching since you laid eyes on this man eight months ago. 

“Thanks for coming over,” you coo, lips parting into a little smile. “I’m alright, just tired. Should’ve known I’d need my wingman–you should’ve been here for lunch,” nodding past his shoulder to the mess still living beside Bradley’s booster, your bottom lip rolls inward sheepishly. “Peter Pan and Smuckers crashed and burned.” Your nose scrunches up, teasingly. “I needed reinforcements.” 

He snorts a little, brow lifted knowingly. “So I gathered.” 

“You’re such a jerk,” you try not to chuckle, but that look he’s giving you makes it impossible. 

He shrugs, flippantly. “Yeah, but you like that kind of thing,“ fingers skipping down the full curve of your cheek, they anchor at your chin and tip you head back just so. “I’m here now, love.” 

Somehow your eyes just know to drop to half mast as your heart kicks up a few beats against your ribs. His head angles in that kissable way, and before you can even remember to breathe, his mouth brushes against yours tentatively, seeking out a kiss. Grabbing the front of his shirt, fingers fisting into the material, you edge him a little closer until he seals the deal, kissing you long and hard and slow. 

His other thick hand is moving to rest at the curve of your neck and shoulder, thumb delicately brushing against the column of your throat as he moans a little into your mouth. Gasping a little, you suck at his bottom lip, tongue carefully slipping between his teeth to lathe a little against his own. Suddenly the room is spinning as he’s bracing an arm against the threshold of the kitchen, backing you against the sheetrock as his hand moves to cup the curve of your cheek. 

“Ice,” you whine between his mouth moving against yours. Every nerve is on fire, and you can suddenly taste and feel nothing but his heat as it crashes against your chest. “I—” 

“Mmm,” his fingers curl into the flesh of your hip, harder if possible, and he presses his weight forward with his hips, against yours, pinning you against the sheetrock even farther. “It’s okay,” he enunciates with rough exhale, “Bradley is fine—” 

Knees basically gelatin and as if on cue,  you hear Bradley’s little feet upstairs. He’s talking to Tom the T-rex, looking for his glove before he cries for you to come upstairs. It’s painful, brushing Tom’s hand away from where it’s tracing the soft skin beneath your navel under your shirt, but you have to. 

Groaning in irritation before breaking your kiss with Tom, your gaze moves to the ceiling. Tom’s eyes do as well, and he sighs a little in defeat before putting his hands up, stepping back to allow you to slide away, towards the stairs. 

“I’m coming, Bradley,” you call up the stairs, your voice not nearly as strong as you’d like it to be. “I’m sorry, baby, I—” His smile is slow as he nods in understanding, and he smooths his hand over his mouth, you not missing the flush on his face. 

You rake your hair back as you’re about to take the stairs two at a time, but you stop when Ice’s big hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. Looking to his hand briefly, your eyes track up to find him, your face painted with the silent question of “What’s wrong?” that you don’t even need to ask.

“You know I love you, right?” 

Heart skyrocketing into the back of your throat before it melts back between your ribs, the corner of your mouth lifts in a soft smile as you shrug a shoulder. Winking at him, you step forward onto the stairs, hand falling from his grasp as Ice moves to track you up the stairs. Over your shoulder, you smile at him and nod—you absolutely know you’re in love with Tom Kazanksy, it isn’t even a question. 

“And I think I might be in some kind of love with you too, Kazansky. Maybe just a little.” Your fingers pinch to indicate a little amount,  nose scrunched up in that way you always do that makes him roll his eyes and shake his head. You round the corner of the open staircase, but backtrack a few steps to peek around the corner. 

“But in case you forget, Iceman—I love you too.” 

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[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: SMUT!! Jensen being a sweetheart, plus sized reader body issues, Things continue to heat up

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know.

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You were sleeping soundly when there was a banging on the door. You grumble and shake Jensen. “Honey, someone’s at the door.” You say as you’re trying to wake him up. He groans and crawls out of bed grabbing his sweat pants pulling them on. “Who is it, and what the hell do you want?” Jensen says as he gets closer to the door. You glance over at the clock on the night stand and it reads 6:12am. Ugh! You think to yourself. It’s too damn early.

Jensen answers the door and standing in the hallway is Jared. “Come on man. You need to get ready. We have to be downstairs in about 30 minutes.” Jared says. Jensen groans and tells him he’ll be there. Jared sees you in the bed and grins at you and then Jensen. “Okay, dude. Hurry up and don’t be late” “I won’t be.” Jensen says as he shuts the door.

He groans as he climbs back in the bed beside you. Looking at him you lean in a capture his lips. “I’ll go so you can get ready.” You said. As you start to get up Jensen grabs your hand and pulls you back down. “No, y/n, stay.” You smile and slide back down into his arms. “Okay, just for a few more minutes.” You say as you snuggle into his chest. He rubs your back with his fingertips and sends chills down your spine. He kisses your forehead and sighs.

“Y/N, I don’t want to leave but I have to get ready to go downstairs. I’ve got a busy schedule and I’m not sure when I’ll get a break today.” You sat up smiling at him. “It’s okay. I’ve got some tickets to get my picture taken with a hot actor and some of his friends today.” He smirks “do I know them?” He says with a smile. “I’m not sure. He’s kinda super talented. He acts, sings, dances and makes my heart flutter.” You say winking at him. “Hmm, must be Misha.” He says with a smile. You playfully hit his arm and smile. He peppers you with kisses and gets out of bed. He walks towards the bathroom and stops. He motions for you to join him and you crawl out of bed with the sheet wrapped around you.

Jensen turns the water on and grips your waist and starts kissing you. He swipes his tongue over your lips asking for permission. You part your lips and he starts kissing you deeper. Your tongues wrestling around as the kiss begins to get heavy. Your arms go around his neck letting the sheet drop. His hands are roaming your body. Studying every inch and committing your curves to memory.

Once the water is warm enough you both climb in the shower. His lips are kissing down your neck to your exposed breasts. He takes your nipples in between his thumb and index finger pinching, licking and sucking. Your head dips back and you moan his name loudly. Jensen smiles as his hands continue roaming further down your body. His hand slips onto your heat. He starts to rub your clit with one hand and grips your breast with the other. You start to rock your hips with his motion as you start to feel that familiar sensation. “Oh, Jensen. Keep going baby, I’m gonna cum.” You moan out. “Cum for me sweetheart.” Jensen says as his lips crash to yours. With his lips on yours and his hands on your body you tumble over the edge and cum hard. Your legs feel like jelly but he’s not done with you yet. “Turn around” He growls in your ear. Just the sound of his voice makes you wet.

You turn around and he bends you over. Your hands placed on the cold tile of the shower wall. You hear the condom wrapper tear and he slides the condom over his rock hard cock. He grips your waist as he positions himself to your entrance and pushes in gently. You gasp as you feel him pushing in to you. When he bottoms out he stops. You push your hips into him telling him to move. He’s gentle with you and this position feels different but so good. You start to rock back and forth as he grips your hips. The only sounds are the running water, grunts and moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. You reach one hand down and start rubbing your clit as you chase your second orgasm. When you feel yourself getting close you start rubbing faster. “Jensen, I’m close again.” You say while your breath hitches. Jensen is right there too. “Me too, y/n.” He says while panting.

As your walls start to clench around his length you feel yourself inching closer towards your release. Jensen grips your hair and growls in your ear “Cum for me baby.” That was all it took to send you over the edge again. Just as your orgasm hit, his did too. His thrusts getting sloppy and once he tumbles over the edge he stops. As he slowly pulls out you whimper at the emptiness you feel. Jensen spins you around and kisses your lips. He removes the condom and throws it away. You both quickly wash up and get out.

About 20 minutes later Jensen is pulling on his boots while you lazily watch him. “Hey, y/n you can stay here if you want and get some more sleep. He said as he laced up his left boot. You smile and tell him you appreciate that but you should really get back to your room so you can start getting ready. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.” You stand up and kiss his lips softly and whisper “yes you will.” He smiles as he pulls away. Those beautiful green eyes of his shining. Your breath hitches as he walks out the door and you stand there replaying everything in your head.

The only thing you knew for sure was how your heart fluttered in your chest at the mere thought of him and how incredible you felt being in his arms. You had to get back to your room and call y/f/n. As you walked out of Jensen’s room your phone started buzzing.

Part 5 coming soon

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #chance meeting #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

You know that thing that if you do that "guess how many jelly beans are in the jar?" game with a large enough group, the average of the guesses will almost always be correct. Even if no one gets it right, the collective guess wins.

Well, there is a big question in the world of wrestling that has even the usually knowledgeable pundits guessing.

MJF is the smarmy, evil, dickhead champion. Adam Cole is the swave, smarmy, devilishly charming, good guy. Adam wants to beat MJF for the championship but the hang up in story right now is that they have been made into a tag team (because wrestling)

Both guys are known for their mean streaks and for being conniving, tricky, backstabby kind of folks. So for the time being, they are working together. Like.... Surprisingly well. They could be in line to challenge for the tag titles soon. But everyone and their mom is waiting for one of them to turn on the other. But no one seems to agree on who it will be or how or when or anything.

SO

Let's get all the non wrestling fans of Tumblr to guess how many jelly beans are in the jar. Please vote for what you think will happen, and I will come back later with an update to see if the masses can accidentally predict wrestling:

#enter tags here #aew #pro wrestling #profesional wrestling #adam cole #MJF

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Congratulations for your milestone! 🤩

if there's still any available slots for drabbles, can I ask for soft dom Frank with the following prompt, please: "what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?"

sending you love bby🤍❤️🤍

@sweetieswiftie here you are lovely, I hope it's okay, I got carried away a bit, lol!

|| Ding ding, round two ||

Frank Castle x female Reader

Rating: E for explicit 18+

Tags/warnings: trainer & student, swearing, praise kink, soft!Dom Frank, smut, mention of fingering, cunniligus, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before ya tap it!).

Your arms were beginning to feel like spaghetti noodles, knuckles and wrists like mashed jelly, and your lungs collapsing like a wet paper bag after almost an hour and a half of gruelling boxing practice. There weren't many places on your body free of sweat and you were

so. fucking. tired.

You were done.

But he wasn't.

"Nah nah, don't quit on me now girl, ten more, c'mon!

You swore into the bag as you forced yourself to land another four punches in quick succession, gasping for breath that wasn't there as you felt your body just wanting to lay down and die on the mat.

"Yeah! Attagirl, c'mon just gimme six more and your done."

"I'm...f-fucking done now Frank... jesus...shit" you panted, winding your arm back and landing a completely shit blow that glanced off the side of the bag.

"Pathetic. I know you got more in you sweetheart, don't lose your form." He sidled up next to you, lifting your elbow up from where it had dropped down. "Good. Now, six more."

You screamed as you suddenly just let loose a flurry of punches into the leather, who knew if it was six or fucking six hundred but you had your teeth grit and chest heaving, rage like a mask on your face as you stood almost growling once you had finished, fists still clenched and staring Frank down.

And he was... he was looking right back at you. But not just looking, he was outright lusting, he was drinking you up, eyes roving over every glistening inch of you as you fought to get your breath back.

"What's the matter love, you get nervous when I look at you like this?"

You swallowed what little spit you had left in your mouth. If it was anyone else had said that you'd have kicked them straight in the balls. But this was Frank.

You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about him in a non-professional way, as if he wasn't your trainer and you weren't his student. Yep, you'd be lying if you said you'd never touched yourself in the showers after practice when no-one was around, or at home in your bed, or that one time in the toilets at work because you just couldn't shake the thought of him in control of you, wrestling you down to the mat and calling you his good girl as took you apart...

"No, not nervous..." you tried to say nonchalantly, but the words squeaked out instead.

Frank walked up to the bag, up to you, stilling it in his huge hands. "Not nervous, huh?" he husked near you. "Ain't sure I believe you sweetheart."

You fidget with the loose end of your wrist wraps as you force yourself to look at him.

"Did so well for me today," he says, voice dark and molten, his praise pouring over you like warm honey. He gently takes your hand and starts unwrapping the tape, unwrapping your defenses, all you can do is stand there and let him.

"I... you don't have to do that-"

"Yea I know, but I want to. Do you want that too?" The end of wrap falls away and he's carefully massaging your knuckles and wrists, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your fingers. "...for me to take care of you darlin'?"

The sound of the hot shower spray on the tiles does little to mask your desperate whines as Frank buries his face between your thighs. He'd already had you cumming on his fingers, hand down your shorts right there on the mat in the empty gym after you'd nodded emphatically to his irresistible offer.

You think I don't notice the way you react when I let you know you've done a good job? So damn cute how shy ya get... yeah just like that, such a good girl...

And it didn't take long until you were pushing and pulling him into the locker room, trying to shred his and your own clothes in your need to get more of him and now.

Still got some fight in ya huh? Yeah, take it out on me darlin'.

You moaned at his mouth on your salty skin as he pulled the damp fabric of your gym kit off you, kissing, licking, sucking marks into your skin which you did your best to return. He was still clothed as he carried you into the shower stall and turned it on, chuckling as you pawed at him, grinding against the thigh he had slotted between your own.

But now he's on his knees, holding you up with those unbelievably strong arms as he licks the soul out of you. You scrunch your fingers into his long hair, and he grunts when you tug it as he does whatever it is he does with his mouth that makes you choke out a gasp. Your thighs shake as you feel yourself getting close, but the urge to have him fuck you is stronger and wins out. He looks confused and concerned as you shove him away, and also fucking hot as hell with his hair over his face, wet and curling slightly under the spray.

"You okay, want me to stop?" he asks looking up at you.

You wrench him up to stand, tugging his soaked shirt up over his abs until he peels it off, and you trail your hands over and down his chest and abs until they're tentatively brushing over his tented shorts.

"No, don't stop... I just need- I can't wait..." you just want him to ruin you.

He tips your chin up with a finger. "You want me to fuck you baby?"

You nod and lick your lips, closing your hand around his cock.

"Mm, anything for you princess," he drawls, dropping and kicking off his shorts and pressing you up against the tiled wall. You hike a leg up and he runs the tip of his cock through your folds. You grip the back of his neck, staring him straight in the eye as he pushes insanely slowly inside. A long satisfied moan spills from your lips as he fills you. God he feels so good, so much better than you'd dreamed.

"Like that? This what you wanted babygirl? I've been thinkin' bout this since the first time I laid eyes on you."

You didn't even realise you'd said it out loud but you were glad you did, the way he was holding you up, his head tucked in against your neck as he moved inside you. Yes, he might have been fucking you up against a wall but god he was so tender, you were sure he could break your back if he wanted but he was being so soft with you, making love to you.

"Frank..." you said with a sigh.

He kept the languid pace, "sweetheart?"

You kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head to meet your lips. You hadn't even kissed yet, this was the first and again he took his time, his lips soft and the hairs of his beard brushing your jaw. He pushed the tip of his tongue between your lips and you let him in. He thrust deep at the same time making you moan, the water from the shower running in rivulets down your faces making your lips and tongue glide so easily against one another you were overcome with sensation.

You pulled him closer, squeezed your legs tighter around him.

"Shit, careful honey, you're gonna be the end of me..."

You laughed a little, "can't have that, want to do this again sometime."

"Yeah, god damn right..." He took your hand you had curled around his neck, guiding it down between your bodies. You jolted like electricity zipped its way from your head to your toes as you touched yourself, dizzy with double the intensity of feeling.

"That's it princess," he growled as you panted little whines and whimpers next to his ear, "so fuckin' sweet..." He could feel you tightening up around him as you got close, tilting your hips against every thrust he gave you.

"You fuck like you fight," he said, groaning and watching you like a hawk as you arched your back off the wall and dug your nails into his shoulder. "You gonna give it up sweetheart?"

You nipped at his ear, "Mm not until you tell me to."

You saw the tic in his jaw muscle as he was trying to stay in control, your words sending him for a loop and he just can't hold on anymore.

"aw shit- I can't.. you gotta come for me now baby..."

Your mouth dropped open, eyes screwing shut, breath high and reedy as your head lolled back against the tile as pleasure in the extreme ripped through you, "fuck, yeah, that's it, attagirl-"

You might have cried out his name, you can't tell, can only feel him against you and inside you as he comes hard, murmuring incoherently into your neck.

He lets you down carefully, withdrawing, and you can't help but sink to the ground. He follows you down and kisses you soft as you both sit in a heap.

"You okay, love?" he asks, his voice rough and warm as he runs his hand down your arm.

You nod, bringing a hand to his face and scratching through his beard over his jaw.

"Yeah," you smile, feeling dog-tired but oh so happy, "can't wait for our next session."

#350 followers #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle smut #soft!dom frank castle #smewchuals #frank castle x female reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Cake kisses

Pairing: Naomi x Fem reader x Jimmy Uso

Description: While eating ice cream cake for your birthday, you're given a surprise by your two friends after they tell you their feelings for you

You smile at all the texts, tagged posts from your friends, calls and visits from your family for the day thanking them for the gifts. It was your birthday and so far it was really good, you get a text from your friend Naomi that she and her husband would be coming to your house not only to give you a few gifts and cake but also to have dinner with you warming your heart and how much they cared for you always staying with you for dinner on your birthday and holidays after all of you spend time with your families, you hug your baby sister and mom watching them leave until you couldn't see her car anymore going back in and opening all your gifts changing into the yellow dress your friend got you from the mall and watching tv as you wait for Jimmy and naomi smiling big when you see them walk in sharing hugs with the two before all of you are in the kitchen putting the cake in the freezer and eating the takeout Japanese they got "Guys you didn't have to i could have cooked". They both shake their heads "Na ah today is about you sweet girl" you melt at the pet name always feeling your heart flutter at the names they call you making you fall for both of them even more than when you fell for them separately, all three of you wrestled together but for the past month you've been out with a back and knee injury after a match against Alexa Bliss feeling frustrated about being injured only three months before Wrestlemania especially with two bad injuries that took a good amount of time each to heal fully, after eating dinner and having small sips of wine in between jokes you open the gifts they brought you smiling at the necklace jimmy got for you and the pink rose covered dress naomi got for you quickly changing in the other room making their minds short circuit when they see you along with naomi squeezing her legs together and jimmy choking on the rest of the wine he was drinking "Damn girly look at you" you blush slightly as you bring the ice cream cake to the table along with plates and a knife. The three of you joke while eating with music playing calmly over the speaker on the counter noticing the two looking at you. "What? Why are you both staring at me?" you follow their eyesight down your body seeing them both smile when you raise your head back up feeling a bit vulnerable by their stares until naomi lightly smears cake on your mouth all of you bursting into laughter at the childlike action until she leaned forward kissing you and licking the cake off leaving you wide eyed and bright red "You'll burn up if you don't cool down" you still feel your nerves quiver as you take a deep breath that immediately disappears when jimmy licks the corner of your mouth and kisses you deeply leaving you like jelly in your chair "Happy birthday boo" you slowly smile with a blush across your face as you all sit on the couch sharing soda after the wine and water with your head in naomi's lap and legs in across jimmy's lap while no words were spoken out loud about the feelings between the three of you, the intimate and sweet actions of caresses and kisses spoke louder as the rest of the night is spent watching movies on the couch until you fall asleep having your clothes changed by the two before being tangled between the two in your bed after they fall asleep holding you and each other.

#wwe x reader #naomi #wwe #jimmy uso #naomi x reader x jimmy uso #naomi x reader #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso x reader x naomi

[oneknightstand-if]

Have I met Broderick yet? No. Do I already know that he will 100% be getting mercilessly bullied and that he gives off the vibes of that kid from Narnia who sold everyone out to the white witch for glorified jelly bean innards? Yes.

How dare you, Broderick would never sell the Harbingers out for turkish delight. It's chili verde or go home! (He prefers the 'go home' part). He will also arm wrestle you for who gets to bully who.

Otherwise, let's just say having a high level of denial doesn't go well for the MC... or for other characters as well.

#You know I always wanted to try turkish delight because of that story #Mini me used to imagine turkeys from Turkey during that part #oks-asks #oks-Broderick #Merlin describes Broderick as “in training to become a crotchety old man”

[captainkurosolaire]

Profile ~ Sinbad the Young

☼ Roots ☼

話 "Never again, will I fail her or anyone." 話 - Full Name: Van Gah'd Sinbad - Namesday: 4th Astral Moon of the 7th Sun - Blood Type: B - Patron Sign: Byergot, The Builder. - Gender: Male - Nationality: Ala Mhigan - Age: 22 Summers - Height: 6 Fulms 9 Ilms - Weight: 289 Ponze - Build: Bodybuilder Muscular, Defined. - Voice: ~ (Ref) - Debut Chapter: Parley of the Oceans - Ancestry: Orphaned - Race: Highlander - Clan: City-Born - Crew Role: Second Mate

✯ Core✯

- Alignment: Story-Dependent - Sexuality: Hetero - Marital Status: Engaged - (10) - Personality Traits: Aggressive, Imposing, Dominant, Straight-Edge, Tough, Blockhead, Egotistical, Fighter, Champion, Macho. - (0-6) - Most Potent Qualities: Soldier, Bodyguard, Fighter, Tough, Young, Caring. - Quirks: Hard-shell softest interior. Cannot refuse cute animals. He'll practically melt when alone with an animal. He's a soft-heart when away from others. One of those people who wear sunglasses indoors. If you get through the density, that is not just the overcompensating body, but stubborn mind as well. You'll have a valuable-endearing friend who'll listen to any plight and beat-up any problem you've got. Is a straight-up soldier dog. He's wearing unusual shoes always, that are so painfully-deterring from his outfit or attire. Instead of combat-boots, he'll wear rain-boots. - Weaknesses: Like most alpha-believed man, the moment things go array, they crumble harder than any other. Feeling completely vulnerable and useless. One duty failed is worth thousands. He puts himself on a pedestal pressured, not just by his society, but all. He cannot afford to appear weak by any sense. He must be an example; a cut above. Internally he's soft like jelly with his true-friends, and animals or critters. - Appearance: Meat upon meat, burly and masculine and chiseled by granite putting the Twelve to shame. Sinbad carries himself in high-regard, otherwise it'd be piss-poor reflection to his lass. Often cologne with the most top of the line, highest-quality. Clean with the right rugged-edges and groom, he atypically sports-shades to give off that 'big deal' touch. Carrying himself like a Legend in the Making in presentation. An absolute-total-package and unit. To thrive in this sea-world, he's still got to be more and command an even more vast presence. - Scars: The Brand of Y. - Tattoos: None. - Piercings: None. - Primary Residence: Worldly Finder - Wealth: Has piles of troves and claimed multiple from other low-rate pirates, but a great sum. - Achievements: Is Undefeated against rival Pirate Captains in parleys. Defeating even his longest idol and current Captain, he watched in the stands take on a Noble of Ishgard and cried seeing that Order's Shield can be broken, an orphan teen grew up into a man that day from inspiration. The Youngest Pirate in history to survive Six-Layers of Hell and be victorious even unconsciously. Sinbad stands for everything all other kinsman don't. Self-controlled, Disciplined. He's Straight-Edge. Doesn't have any vices, bad indulgences. Is set on paving his own path. To become the next role-model of the seas. Has a work-relationship with sponsorships from Aethertap (All Natural Purified Water) to Gruff & Rough (Razor company) - Influence: Has an admirable wanted bounty for 27,000,000 Gil actively at an early-age. Hence has attained the title "The Young" Lifetime-highest-ranking in the 5 Star HVSTC/SN Top 1000 Wanted List, #485 / D Rank. - 5 Foods: Meat, Meat, Meat, Meat, Icecream. - 5 Drinks: Meatshake, Chocolate, Banana, Water, Aethertap - Profession: Rigging, Boatswain, Lifting, Hauling, Dueling, Wrestling, Brawling, Pit-fighting, Street-Fighting. Fencing, Delinquency, Mercenary. Thievery. Plundering. Pillaging, Diplomatic. Breaking Necks, Changing Lives, Lifting Weights. Bodybuilding, Skirmishes. - Hobbies: Animal Fundraising, Kennel Caretaker, Wildlife Rescuing, Making Stuffies. Kid Toymaker, Building Miniature-Replicas. - Experiences: Brawling. Wrestling. Rigging, Fencing, Ship Pillaging, Plundering, Battling, Parley, Skirmishes, Fighting. - Favorite Color: None - Language: Eorzean Fluent - Prior Mentors: Self-Made.

❤ Relations❤

Crewmate’s Dream & Loyalty Mission: Avenge his woman's pride alongside himself, survive the impending bloodiest War. Dismantle, conqueror, burn down the entire Nation of Omonga. Relationship w/ Captain: (OOC Commentary) Sinbad idolizes the grizzly-older Seeker sharing their scrapper backgrounds. Dedication to spit and spew against what's ethical, to stand unconventionally and stand up for not just yourself but hoist loudly your freedom's flag. He held no mentor, or parental guidance to teach him how to be a man. But by just looking at the Sun. He was inspired and basked and came into his own. It started with that littlest bit of confidence. Then... The Sun dissipated, lost and thought gone forever when needed. Hurt and abandoned there is nothing like a scorned-fan, they go from the greatest admirer; to the most venomous hater. He lashed and antagonized when it peaked the glimpse of resurfaced. How dare that Sun hide masked behind the shadow's cloud! A claimed victory became his own he crushed that incomplete Sun. Yet he too was incomplete, unsatisfied, not dazzling or burning and felt truly high in the orbit, lacking experience at being the victorious, the moment you are held-high, you're merely the ultimate target to the giant's who were meant to eclipse the skies, those which; tower and stand above all lifeforms. ☝ Allies - (Major Supporters / Family / Friends) Unlimited Stoneworks Trade Captain: Biological Brother who's was slain by Klethera who was more wicked, cowardly. He distanced himself from that. Mendi Flowers: His Fiance Wild Crew ☟ Antagonists - (Rivals - Enemies) YORE & The Bloodbrand Mount: N/A Pets: Several fostered-puppies and wolves, all nursed back from neglect or injuries by himself.

❀ Prowess❀

Job: Underground Boss

"Sinbad's" Move-Set

Self-Explanatory: Punch, Kick, Gouge, Groin Hits, Elbow Strikes. Judo Throw: Uses an opponent's momentum against them. Guillotine Choke: Why did you let him get that close? Rear Naked Choke: There's no referee. Sumo: Becomes nearly unmovable in stance. Powder-Keg Punch: A strong-arm punch that feels like you were in-proximity of an explosion. Wrestling: Pins his opponent's or disarms them, controls the battle. Brawling: Stands his ground, and just one, two, combo's, until the other person isn't moving. Heavy-Grappling: Throws his opponent's around like they're trash bags; which they typically are. Adrenaline-Fighting: Classical when is busted-open, fights with no qualms of most injuries until it's too late. Tough Skin: Many equate Sinbad's skin to be like that of a shark especially when his muscles are tensed. Enhancer: Sinbad fortifies his muscles and manipulate the testosterone with his aether, becoming an unnatural monstrosity with zero-regard of proportions, hellbent to crush, doing so will mess with his nerves, joints, increase his risk of heart attacks. Afterwards his muscles and body deflate severely gaining more flab, suffering body tremors. Everything that has to be physically reconditioned. This requires an insane work-ethic, dedication an utter-drive. At any reason he were to lose that mental-resolve, fortitude, he'd begin suffering. Therefore Sinbad even if wheel-chair bound will curl a dumb-bell and push limits, lifting away his problems and slam down protein. Proficiency: Revolvers, Shotguns, Hand to Hand, Grappling. Signature: Hulking Tackle: Charges at his opponent with full-velocity, and sheer power, to absolutely break his opponents in half. Typically breaks their spine on contact, or knocks them into a new timezone from their concussion. ~ Finishers ~ Limit Break: N/A

⚝ Equipment ⚝

Main Arms: Bare Fist' Giving Dem Hands. Person's Container: Brass Knuckles, Small-Wrist-Rope, Gil Sack (15k) Switch-Knife, Luxurious Watch, Shades, Eye-patch, Bubble-gum. Athletic-tape.

#Sinbad the Young #TWC #1.0 #Edit this with gifs and screenshots later #Crew Profile Sheets

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

I always kinda wrestle with where I put Saiki's dysphoria. Kid’s ESP makes for some 4D chess like its honestly kinda cool and iiiiiiiii have. Many thoughts.

Even if the metric is waffles (I’m waffling, indecisive).

I don’t think Saiki would have a lot of gender dysphoria, first of all. His anxiety seems to come from other places and like. He has transitioned to He already, though he also seems pretty blase’ as a girl even if the time spent in one form over the other could indicate a preference. I think he might start to develop it if he loses the ability to shapeshift long enough to miss it, but as he is with his ESP in my head his dysphoria is pretty near to zero.

Further, he. really honestly doesn’t care about. well. societal rules or what other people think of him too much. Usually, only Kusuo can hurt Kusuo. I think this is shown by how he’ll throw them away whenever it’s convenient and he thinks he can get away with it, such as catching and carrying Teruhashi which would be explicitly against Kokomin guidelines, assaulting police officers, murdering people “only a little” and staring at the coffee jelly long and hard enough that little children start to get all “hey mommy why is that weird person”, and not just saying “oh wow” to Teruhashi just to get her off his back, etc bla bla bla.

However, he hates attention. He hates standing out. He worries about getting checkmated by social convention. he seems to have made a study of the ‘rules’ enough to memorize them even if he has some weird. gaps.

(expectation....)

(re...ality...... ntm all the other stuff!)

By and large, that is because of his powers and that he’s been taught that horrible terrible things happen whenever he dips so much as a toe out of the closet. Such has been taught to him by his family and reinforced by experience, so our Saiki treats that as gospel. However, we’ve seen alternate Saikis where both of those were outweighed by the power of *one* event.

Popular!Saiki is a good example, I think, of how Saiki's natural instinct is to be an independent thinker. All that conditioning put aside in favour of “I want.” “I made up my mind.” “I felt a purpose within ME.” etcetc

(He got Aiurafied)

Saiki values what he considers to be the best decision above the rules of social convention - if they happen to agree, that’s a happy coincidence. He might therefore take others opinions into consideration (his telepathy DOES act as a coffee jelly review aggregator...) but he thinks in the end it’s his decision.

(I doubt he’d like to admit to himself how much of his thinking process is informed by others lol)

He also thinks that keeping his ESP to himself is just ‘the best decision’ to make. how he does that is to blend in. How he does that is to follow the rules. Social conventions are tools for him to use, which is why he’s able to discard them so quickly if they don’t suit him.

In short, he’s chaotic good masquerading as lawful good.

(He terrorizes and threatens to kill them way too much with way too much glee to be true lawful al;dkf it’s like a hobby for him)

So how does that fit into dysphoria? Well by that logic it’d mean gender presentation and sex is just another tool to be used - thus, Kuriko at the sweets promotion - but isn’t something he probably feels very strongly about. 

And while Saiki isn’t above his feelings being hurt,

he’s the most vulnerable to people he loves, and the idea that he’s so Other he damages by just being himself...which comes from the people he loves LOL. If it’s coming from someone he cares less about, he seems to understand it’s their problem, not his, and isn’t overly affected by it. While I’m prone to thinking he cares about people a lot, so much so that he breaks his own rules constantly for perfect strangers but especially people he cares about

Though he will protect the people he cares about from misunderstandings and scammers, and with people vexing him personally he’ll make it his problem and they won’t like it if he gets fed up quick enough. BUT. He’d probably be less affected by their conception or misconceptions of his gender.

Mostly, Saiki just likes things to not be a hassle a;lfkdj

For Saiki, presenting as gender-conforming by that lens would really just be a matter of convenience that’d help him fit in. The internal screaming about not fitting in would be less from needing to be perceived as himself by others in a way that matches his internal identity unless they really make it his problem in which case they’re an annoyance, and more fully due to ‘if I stand out people will pay more attention to me and I’ll be at bigger risk of my ESP being outed which means I and my family and friends will all be endangered and they might hate me for lying to them or what if the shock kills them what if. what if I really am the monster they say I am I need I need a coffee jelly or maybe a coffee liquer -wheezing-’

In short, the anxiety comes from a different place. But I still think it could probably fit into some level of social dysphoria? It’s still anxiety resultant from social consequences that reflect in how he presents. Like I said in my ‘Saiki doesn’t think he’s trans....but he is’ post , Saiki's ESP is such a huge part of his person that it influences all aspects, so it’d make sense to account for that. He’s really not living the average life - his experiences with his gender and sexuality aren’t going to be average either.

TRANSITION SPEEDRUN WOOPWOOP

My HCs of his gender dysphoria in relation to body dysmorphia shift around a lot.

I think it’d make sense if he didn’t have that sense of disconnect to his body because his body’s appearance shifts a lot and he never struggles with that beyond accidentally ruining his dad and one cat.

(He could take over the world with that.)

BUT, I also think it’d make sense that he would have some dysmorphia because the shapeshifting may indicate a fluid internal identity, but he can’t just shift on a whim whenever he likes - he needs to wear the one face the majority of the time. That might cause him to get antsy.

This boy can fit -slaps roof of car- so many interpretations.

But more than gender dysphoria propagating body dysmorphia I feel like he’d have body dysmorphia because he’d be acutely aware his appearance has set him apart.

I don’t think he’d be comfortable wearing revealing clothing in part thanks to that, and he also strikes me as a body-private person. His sense of othering was so acute that he fucked w/the human genome just to fit in better, but how many pink-haired people do we see in Saiki k who aren’t Saiki? How many people do we see whose hair colour doesn’t match their eye colour? Saiki is still in the minority despite his best efforts (#maincharactersyndrome), and the devices he wears to accommodate his special needs make him stick out more, forcing him to rely on a level of mind-control that in turn forces others to believe there’s nothing abnormal about his appearance.

I think that’d really fuck with a person tbh. Not only is Saiki honestly somewhat infringing on people’s free will a bit willingly and knowingly, but I don’t think he likes to lie? He both fears and wants to tell his friends about his ESP, it ties him up in so many knots that we get this expression when he’s readily accepted in an alternate timeline.

It’s hard to say whether or not he even realized that was a source of anxiety for him because Saiki DOES lie. A lot. Including to himself.

Honesty is not a privilege he’s allowed.

But he also values honesty and people who are honest with others. He values it so much that he gives Teruhashi her oh wow when she vows to be true to herself.

He values it so much he’ll justify everything to himself just to maybe not twist himself into an extra knot. He values it because he wants to be a good person. 

Thanks to that conflict of his needs butting up against his values, he probably doesn’t think he’s a good person. More to the point he believes he’s not even human. I’d not hesitate to tie that full circle to body dysmorphia. Saiki is acutely aware that he is Other. He’s learned that Other = Unsafe which = Bad.

Saiki’s natural instincts to chaotic good are stifled by what he thinks is the best decision to be Good, which is to be lawful good, which is to say he’s of the opinion that Same = Safe = Good.

Yknow. Masking. It really drives against his natural inclinations, and he’s honestly not very good at it.

(Now that’s what I call... leaning into it ohohohobut no seriously what is he doing hes like an inch away from her face aa;sdf.)

I do tend to write/draw Saiki gnc often (like, the first opportunity basically) because the dichotomy between his dgaf attitude (natural -> “i’m insulting you. you’re garbage.”), his DO gaf attitude (stifled, buried -> “i guess i actually do like troublesome things”), and his dgaf attitude (NOT natural, forced -> “i only interfere when it affects my directly”) and his DO gaf attitude (not natural, not talented at it either -> “i’ll be checkmated by social convention!”) in combination with the

-gestures- the gender of it all

is just delightful for me and a ton of fun to explore (ntm a great outlet for my own -kicks it- gender stuff. ...what is that is that a hai-).

But Mr. Kusuo “I'll be checkmated by social convention!” Saiki is difficult to inspect in a vacuum, which requires the view of the other and how that may or may not impact, repulse or attract

many of whom I’d say have been socialized that those social conventions are rather more ingrained than his.

SO. EVERYONE ELSE? HCS.

(Ou a rainbow flag)

Saiki abides by them by necessity of safety, but he does engage in them critically and will rewrite them if he’s motivated enough. (Said it before but the HC here is sex-repulsed biromantic asexual and masc-leaning genderfluid)

Kaidou flaunts them because he loves himself more (but not in front of his mama) but doesn’t really *question* things. So where he’d express his gender and gender identity would probably be dependent on the house rules he grew up with. He’d probably find freedom in GNC fashion so he stands out even more, but if he’s brought up with cis and hetnormative values like a lot of people are, it might not even occur to him to think outside of those spheres on account of he does buy into scams pretty easily, and when it does it’d probably happen with a lot of intrigue and possibly fear depending on what his home life is like. (My vote is for demiboy w/Kaidou and I tend to see him as bisexual and VERY FLUSTERED about it al;sdkf)

Kuboyasu tries to learn a new set of them to live the life he’s decided he wants to live, and only questions them from a self-conscious, insecure of himself perspective. That said he seems to strike a balance between both codes with alacrity, so I’d put him down as a socially motivated individualist who’s found a ‘best of both worlds’ approach.

(YEAH HE IS)

As a born and bred delinquent, the social norms in relation to sexuality and gender were probably different than a ‘normie’, as a lot of that culture stems from eschewing those norms in favour of independence, free thought, and aesthetic - but usually, only to a point, he absolutely has definitive values and some of those values are gendered.

“Never going back on your word is what being a man is all about. Keeping your promises...that what it means to be a real man.” in addition to “How can he call himself a man, chasing skirts all day. Thinkin bout nothin but women all day...you wouldn’t catch me doing that shit.“, the latter of which seems to imply that a ‘real man’ should ‘be above’ getting distracted by sexual attraction.

The Espers also didn’t allow female members,

and he seems to believe that women are not to be underestimated. It’d not be unreasonable to assume that in the world of gang wars where mfw attraction is a majority, a woman would use her sexuality as a tool to gain power, kick-ass, etc. He does not hesitate to view Mera as a force to be reckoned with. That said, he gets along well enough with girls and seems to drink his respect women juice, so I’d say he’s been conditioned to view sexuality itself as the issue, not the object of attraction, hence his disdain for people who are. uh. Toritsuka.

However, certain demographics attract certain demographics and gang wars are harder to accomplish in small population centers. I don’t think it’s unlikely Kuboyasu grew up in a city, which would by merit of its population likely have more resources for lgbtq+ folks - something which is correlated with a higher likelihood of coming out in this older paper. My assumption is therefore that he would not only have been taught some method of inclusivity and that his community, while the Espers excluded women, probably didn’t gaf about heteronormativity. His ideals of manhood could trip him up when it comes to gender, but those values seem to be based on internal qualities like ‘keeping your promises’ and not being Toritsuka instead of things like appearance and may even include what a person is packing downstairs. Which is to say I’d like to think he’d probably be on that ‘trans men are men die mad about it’ bus but he might still trip up thanks to his gendered values.

He’s a determined learner, though, so if it means living up to his ideals of what kinda man he’d like to be (honest, hard-working, a mentor, a protector, a lover of motorcycles) he’ll do his homework and get better. He doesn’t tolerate people acting like trash in front of him after all, and he holds himself to those standards.

(This one seems to really like being a guy :D He might not mind? Wearing a skirt? But if someone misgenders him they’ll probably catch a fire extinguisher to the head. No strong HCs on his sexuality just that I prefer him in a pairing w/Saiki uwuw)

Teruhashi is simultaneously rewarded by them and dehumanized by them and obeys them rigidly - to her detriment. she’s so determined to be the perfect pretty girl as the source of her self-worth that she probably won’t let herself question anything like ‘do I have comphet? or. compcis?’ because it’d destabilize not only her entire sense of self but by not being the perfect pretty girl she thinks she’ll let down the entire world. Probably couldn’t gaf about anyone else, though, as long as she’s queen supreme - like if Imu came out to her she’d probably only be relieved because Imu had a ‘crush’ on Saiki once so it’d be less ‘competition’. I expect she’d be openly supportive of inclusion to a somewhat shallow extent because she likes to be seen as nice, but she wouldn’t think about it that hard. (TBH a genderqueer Teruhashi would be >0 so >0 cool AND make so much sense, “I have to be the Perfect Girl!! OR I’LL DIE -surviving based on the validation of others-” yo that sounds like coping w/something....honey whats going on in there...is it compcis......and yeah comphet too)

(..........t4t?)

Yumehara is mischievous but does not question norms much (unless it’s to ask why she hasn’t gotten any screentime lately) and does her best to conform to them. She loves romance, she loves cute things, so if it’s cute and romantic I don’t think she’d care. The only sticking point with her is that she’s a tryhard. She wants attention from her crushes, and to be thought of as cute very very much (which, fair) and has an entire list of methods to get it like she’s...

Hmm...Studied methods? Maybe because they don’t come naturally to her and further given the methods she’s studied and how much she loves romantic things, probably learned them from romcoms, maybe like a person who has no internal measure of what’s considered desirable beyond “I like cute things!”, so had to learn everything from the outside, and whose attraction to boys starts off like it was read from a romance novel (”eyes like a prince” eh) but develops over time into an infatuation based on ‘someone finally thinks I’m cute! I want to be with that validation all the ti-wow he’s. he’s a really sweet person...’ like I like to think an aesthetic and romance-attracted asexual LOL But given she’s soaked up her knowledge of the rules about things she cares about through probably movies and books (where else would smelling a girl’s hanky be desirable I mean that's some Edward/Bella level stuff) which generally feature only sexual attraction between couples that’d be a blind spot. However, since she’s romance obsessed I don’t doubt that she has a massive yaoi and yuri collection to go with the het stuff tbh, and has gained more. uh. ideas from that LOL

She has body dysmorphia. |: It might be Saiki’s fault.

(Sex-positive biromantic asexual!!! Proooobably a girl. -Squints-)

Satou probably wouldn’t even realize aspects of himself are a result of his socioeconomic status and he’d fully take social norms for granted. If he knows about gay stuff he wouldn’t expect it to apply to him (smthn smthn ‘straight’ as default ‘male’ as default ‘cis’ as default smthn smthn) and probably would have a very general understanding. He seems like a really nice guy though so I don’t think he’d be mean about it. (HC - whatever is normal for the story kekekeke)

Saiko’s sexuality and gender are whatever is the best. His social convention is money.

Nendo doesn’t know what the unwritten laws of society are (and is probably the happiest character in Saiki k for it lbr)

Mera would eat them for lunch. (-points- Aroace agender.)

Aiura is an individualist whose moral code, like Saiki's, just so happens to line up with what’s socially accepted as moral for the most part. But like. If this girl isn’t read up on feminist and lgbtq+ literature and if her social circle doesn’t contain queer people I’d. Be really surprised. tbh.

She’s not only open-minded but values the ability to be one's self like. A lot. I really don’t think she’d have any patience for bigotry, even if she does generally have a LOT of patience. NTM she’s shown to be pretty self-actualized and has probably by and large sorted out her own identity, what it means to her, etc, and would want to help others do the same. She’s canonically sexually active, canonically aware of what she wants from a partner, is canonically attracted to boys and Teruhashi, and is proud of all of that and herself. She’s got the self esteem and self love thing down pat and she knows what she wants.

(HC girl, bisexual)

Toritsuka. uhm. well. I don’t know if I’d call him a free thinker when his dick is in the driver's seat and his greed is holding the map, but. I mean. he might develop the ability to think critically, like. eventually. when he stops being like. seventeen in the worst way a;ldkfj

And, ofc, Akechi couldn’t give two shits about that which doesn’t suit him and probably knows more about the above people than they know about themselves. Idk where I’d stack him on the bingo card tbh other than ‘probs not straight’  but thats just my default setting a;lskdf and ‘his mind was literally blown by Teruhashi’

Imu is a lesbian. Canon comphet stronk, no headcanons about it.

Anyways it’s just fun to take that all together I think like

hmmmmm what would they think of each other, their reactions, how would it evv and flow...................................

ok done now.

#freaks essays #sort of lollll #i think i couldve worded some of this better.... and ofc i can only make my guesses about japanese social conventions and specifically the #ones presented in saiki k >< so some of this is probably combined with wishful thinking #and ignorance alkdfj;alskd

[sparrowgardner]

When Sparrow was little, the Reaping had been an ordeal and a half. Despite the day off the Capitol granted them for the occasion, Culler would wake up his brood up at the crack of dawn, rousing them from their beds by clanking a wooden spoon against an old cooking pot. They’d all hated the sound at the time, but now that she was older, Sparrow understood it took nothing less to wrestle nearly two dozen brats from their mats into a quick spray-down and their nicest clothes, which were often only slightly cleaner than the usual. Then he’d serve them breakfast (boiled barley, more often than not), and they would line up in rows of two that, by the time they got to the plaza, would have invariably dissolved into chaos.

She hadn’t walked to the Reaping with company since she’d turned sixteen, though. She did miss the bustle sometimes, Sparrow thought as she pulled on her least musty set of clothes, shaking the dust from the sleeves. It took less than a minute for the fabric to start clinging to her skin. Even in the shade of the little shack she’d claimed for herself, the heat was sweltering, the sun already high in the sky. Soon enough, she’d have to head out and take her place among her peers, sweating her ass off as they all waited for some poor sod to be reaped and for that little show to be over. 

Six more years. She’d made it more than halfway through her eligible time already. Six more years, and while she’d be far from free, the Hunger Games would become the least of her worries. 

Her stomach grumbled, and she indulged in the last peach from her stash. Today had few good things going for it, after all, and while she was running low on supplies, it wouldn’t do to show up to the town square on an empty stomach. Some people always ended up fainting in the oppressive summer heat, and she didn’t intend to make a fool of herself this year. Sparrow bit into the fruit, slurping up the juice before it could drip down her chin and onto her clean shirt. She ate the last of it on her way to the main square, tucking the pit into her pocket. Who knew where she could muster enough room to plant it, but maybe she’d find a way. 

She slid into place on her row just in time. Only a couple of minutes passed before she heard the Peacekeepers’ sharp whistle and everyone fell silent, enough to hear a fly buzz by. Sparrow tucked her hands into her pockets, keeping her eyes on the ground. It was a silly ritual, but if the Capitol was like a great eye watching over their lives, she felt as though not meeting its gaze might save her. She was still staring a hole into the dirt when the escort’s voice rang out.

“SPARROW GARDNER!”

She didn’t budge, even as her brain registered the words. This wasn’t happening. Gardner was perhaps one of the most common names in the district, and Sparrow⎯well, maybe she’d misheard. Maybe it was all a fluke, and the escort would laugh and pick another paper slip out of their great glass ball. Any second now. 

But no one was laughing. Instead, a murmur ran through the ranks of prospective tributes as her neighbors looked at each other, then at her. The nearest two stared at her then shifted away, as though her misfortune would somehow rub off on them. 

“Sparrow Gardner,” the escort said again. “Please make your way to the stage.” Did they sound impatient? Sympathetic? She couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t she tell? Her ears were full of white noise. Her throat burned. The peach threatened to come back up in a trickle of bile. 

She didn’t know where she found the resolve to move. Breaking down into tiny steps helped. One foot in front of the other, again and again. A few more, and she was on the wooden blocks that led up to the stage, then on the stage itself, facing the crowd. A camera flashed in her face, and the sunlight glinting off the lens brought some of her senses back to her. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and attempted to stand up straighter, even though her knees felt like jelly. “Mighty bad luck I’ve got, huh? I bet no one’s hankering for a ticket to this show.” Her voice came out croaky and shaking, but surely anything was better than cowering in fear when the Capitol was watching.

The rest of the Reaping passed in a blur. She should’ve made an effort to jot down the name of her fellow tribute, how they’d behaved themselves in front of the crowd, but every thought she tried to have drained out of her head as if out of a sieve. Next thing she knew, she was sitting on a ratty velvet couch set up in one of the train station’s waiting rooms, still shaking. People were still talking outside, but their voices were muted, though she couldn’t tell whether they were muffled by the closed door or if her ears were still buzzing. 

Then the panel swung open with a creak, and old Culler was standing in the doorway. The last three years had worsened his limp, which he now had to remedy with a cane, but he looked exactly the same as he did when Sparrow had last seen him, sending her on her way with all her life stuffed into a ballot over her shoulder. 

She’d never been a particularly affectionate child, even when she was little, but here and now, she had to resist the urge to throw herself into his arms. Instead, she stood as best she could, propping herself up on the arm of a couch. “Didn’t take you for the sentimental type, Pops.” 

He reached out and cuffed the side of her head, as he’d used to when he’d walked into the kitchen to find her wrist-deep in the treats jar. “And I didn’t take you for the quakin’ type. Guess you’re not as good as getting a read on folks as you thought, eh?” 

As if to prove him right, she felt her eyes water. Before any tear could flow, she swiped at them with the hem of her sleeve. Who cared about clean shirts now, when she might die in the coming week? “Yeah, well, you’d best hope you’re wrong if you ever wanna see my mug again.”

“Who wants to see it again, you lazy little scamp?” Even as he spoke, she could hear his voice catching, the rust of years grinding to a halt. “You best make it back in one piece, you hear? If you kick the bucket out there, the young’uns are never going to let me hear the end o’ it.”

For the first time since her name had been called, Sparrow laughed. When she stumbled forward and held out her arms, he didn’t push her away, instead tugging her forward by the wrist until she was pressed snug against his old vest, scratchy and smelling of old straw. Home. Her home, right here⎯shabby and desolate, but it was the only one she had. 

“Uh-huh.” She sniffled, then took a deep breath. Alright. Get your shit together. “I'd better not disappoint, then. Keep an eye out for me, yeah?”

#odds:task