snowy november

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#36: No shave November baby! I can hear tater be so excited about this to Jack...poor poor tater.

Listen, Nikolai (named after Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov) is the dog that Tater and Snowy have and is basically canon as far as I’m concerned, even if I only imagined him a day ago. Just a big doofus dog (part Great Pyrenees?) that loves everyone and thinks he is a lapdog. (Maybe he takes after Tater a little? Lol) ANYWAY, Poor Tater cannot grow facial hair to save his life. His moustache is just like, 12 scraggly hairs. The whole team drags him for it, but it’s all in good fun. Snowy swears in basically every sentence. I love bros and friendships so much. (Also some Zimbits and fluff at the end because of course.) Enjoy!

36. No shave November, baby!

“Oh, come on! Is not fair, man!” Tater groaned when he finally started to catch glimpses of his teammates with their helmets off. He had been gone for a rare four days during the season for a family event in Russia, and returned to find his team well into growing their Movember moustaches.

“Not bad, eh Tater?” Jack grinned and rubbed his fingers across his growing moustache. “Looks like you’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Zimmboni grows moustache so fast. Share your secrets.”

“I dunno, man. I used to have a lot of trouble with growing my facial hair when I was younger, but this year? It’s been quick. My best friend is loving it. He’s been bugging me about trying to grow one for over four years.”

“Your best friend – the little blond man, yes? Beetle?”

“Oh, uh, no. This is my other best friend – the guys all call him Shitty. He’s had a moustache since he was eighteen. And it’s Bittle, not Beetle.”

“Ah, Bittle. I thought maybe his nickname was after bug because he is so small.”

Jack chuckled and briefly considered explaining that his real nickname was ‘Bitty’ which could mean small, but decided against it. He did not mind sharing the nickname with their old Samwell team, but Jack liked being the only person in Providence who knew Bitty. “He might not appreciate that much.”

Tater ran a towel through his damp hair and sat down in his locker room stall. “So, Zimmboni–” he began. “Always with so many friends. So many best friends.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Jack grinned. It felt strange to realize that he was a person with such a large group of friends. Genuine friends. Ten years ago he barely had any friends – he had not even met Kent yet back then.

“It’s okay, as long as I’m your best friend on team. Right?”


“Good. Zimmboni is my best friend on team too. Outside of team? Probably Snowy.”

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Malique, part 1

Loretta and I are the adoptive parents to a young man named Malique. Malique grew up in a terrible area of Philadelphia. Gang activity was rampant, violence was ubiquitous, and hopelessness was endemic. The result of living in this environment was a terrified, deeply disturbed boy. To make matters worse, he didn’t know his father and his mother had wasted away from untreated AIDS. His only sibling, an older brother, was in prison for murder. By the age of 13, following the death of his mother, Malique was living on the street. He was discovered by a patrol car, huddled next to a trash can. They initially thought he was dead.

After a period of physical recovery, he was shuffled from foster home to foster home. To make a very, very long story short, we adopted him. We’d been hoping to adopt a child for many years. After learning about Malique’s story and getting the opportunity to meet him, we knew we’d be able to give him a better life.

As is customary, he stayed with us for a few supervised weekends to make sure the relationship would be the right fit. Not just for us, but for him, too. Those weekends were a joy. We were surprised by how sweetly he acted toward us. Loretta had worried his lifetime of trauma might make him angry and prone to outbursts, but not once during the 4 weekends he stayed with us did he show any hint of anger. Quite the opposite; he spoke with a quiet, shy sadness that practically screamed for the nurturing and warmth that had been denied to him.

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Accidental temptation

Originally posted by hongshiyoung

Twist/Follow up: Study you

Warning: For the love of Bangtan, restrain yourself from reading any further because you might get weird feelings with your hot teacher later at school - Smut of course, just 2 super innocent people accidentally fuck each other. Oh… and Park Jimin too

The problem of being a busty girl is having to wear uniforms. Schools uniforms are not universally made for girl with big breasts, at least not in my school. I always try to wear a hoodie or wear white bra to avoid stares from boys with high testosterone. During my teenage years, I’ve met countless of lustful eyes, but none of them filled me with love. All they wanted have always been those two lumps on my chest and their cocks sink inside my pussy. Nothing more, nothing less.

Park songsaengnim is different. He added the definition of “chilvary” in my dictionary. I first met him on a snowy day of late November. Like an angel under the coat of a teacher, he walked into the room and brightened it. He has a round face yet a defined jawline. His cheekbones cupped his face and when he smiled, they would add more rainbow and sunshine to it. Those one lid eyes were so beautiful, sparkled like snowflakes outside the window. His hair was chocolate brown, ruffled around his forehead and long just enough to touch the lower line of his eyebrows. Since then I’ve always found the existence of Park Jimin so interesting. My eyes would occasionally steal glances just to memorize every little gestures of his. I started to dig into more about him. 3 years apart… not much of a distance, right?

But everything got on another level on a breezy spring day. The second button of my shirt decided to rip off right before I got to school, leaving a hole with a clear view of the crack between my breasts and part of my laced bra. I hid in the bushes, tried to cover myself and go straight home. Park songsaengnim was coming closer to me. All I could think of was Fuck… I’m screwed. My arms crossed around my chest to cover as much of my flesh, hoping that I wasn’t the target of his direction. He stopped in front of my for a couple of second and took of his jacket and gave them to me, without looking directly in my eyes. His cheeks was rosy red. Was it because of the cold breeze? Or was it because of…?

Today is my turn to the duty at the end of the class. No doubt it’s going to be sweaty and dirty, and the last thing I want is my shirt becoming see through because of the sweats or cleaning and sweeping with my hoodies on. I waited until the last person to come out and take off my hoodies. My job started as soon as I have the broom in my hand until I realise Park songsaengnim’s bag is still here. He hadn’t left yet.

“You’re doing duty today?” - Park songsaengnim suddenly appears at the door.


“Keep doing what you’re doing, don’t mind me. I’m going to finish grading all of these before going home.”

I nod and return to my duty. Sometimes when I bend down to pick up a piece of candy wrap, I can hear Park songsaengnim cough slightly, as if he is clearing something stucked between his throat. Or when I half kneel to tied my shoelaces, he looses his tie a little bit. Every corner of my mind can’t deny how sexy he looks. My focus is completely transfered from cleaning to a beautiful creature named Park Jimin, although his weird actions have me a bit worried.

“Are you ok, songsaengnim?

I ask him as I stand in front of his desk, hands prop on his desk, body leans slightly towards him. He suddenly stands up. One arm holds tight around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. The only distance between us is his desk.

“Why are you teasing me so much?” - his eyes darken with lust, the sparkles before disappear.


“You shoved your breasts and ass in my sight when you bent down like that. Are you trying to seduce me on purpose? Because I can clearly see you laced bra and white matching panties.”

I blushed. My lips tremble while under the my skirt, my panties are being soaked by his spot on words. I didn’t try to seduce him on purpose, but now that we’re both turned on, there’s a voice inside my head telling me to go with the flow. I stay silence, swallow the extra saliva that is filling up my mouth.

He places a kiss on my lips. Tounge slips in my mouth and taste it like tasting a sweet treat. His lips are tasty as fuck. I can just eat them for supper tonight and feed myself with every obscenity. We start to unbutton each other, stripping without breaking the kiss. Before I know it, we are both naked, inside our classroom.

His hands squeeze my breasts, slightly pinch my rosy nipples as they get harder from the affect of arousal. He sucks my neck, down my collarbone and stops at my right nipple. His tongue flicks the tip, earning him a long moan from me. He starts sucking it hard and slight bites them. Never ever have I felt this much satisfied on my breasts. He lifts me up so my ass sits on the cold desk. Then he bends down and spreads my legs apart. His eyes lock on my dripping wet core.

“Looks like someone is being a little to excited.”

Fuck… How does he expect me to be normal with that husky voice and dirty talk? He burries his face in my core and starts to use that goddamn tongue again. Flick and lick. That’s all it takes to bring me to my orgasm. When I am about to cum, he pulls his tongue out and replaces it by his big hard cock. He sinks into me, slams into me, gives his all into me. My mind flies up to cloud 9 as my head rolls back. I feel my limit’s coming as I scream out loud his name.


Our cum mixes together, fills inside by lower abdomen and drips on his desk. He pulls himself out of me, uses tissues to clean us up and helps me wear my clothes. After cleaning up the mess, he cups my cheeks, looks at me with gentle eyes.

“That will teach you the consequence of seducing me.”

“Well, I won’t mind to attend another lesson.”

He stamps a kiss on my for head and whispers “I really like you..”

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