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geminibsworld · 6 months

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Preachers daughter (one shot *maybe* )

⚠️: daddy!kink (a bit) innocence!kink, pinv, fingering,oral recieving and giving (m & f)

it was a summer afternoon, church was just starting. pearl, the preachers daughter, sat up front smiling proudly, while her father preached about the good lord. her mother sat next to her, pearl looked around. her eyes landing on Jessie's gang, she rolled her eyes turning around to face the front. she was trying to listen to her father when she felt eyes burning into her. she turned around, her red lips agape, as she's met with bluest eyes she's ever seen.

Billy the kid, of course. an outlaw, basically. he had a wild reputation, he'd never kill anyone but he has a reputation. a harlot reputation. every girl and mom had been with billy. pearl could never, she would never allow it.

"Amen!" voices interrupted her, as she turns around clapping and smiling with everyone else. she stood up with her family, her dress sticking to her as it was 90⁰ outside. it was 1982, and things were simple. pearl and her family lived the simple church life. she liked it that way, simple.

"pearl," her father's voice came into peer, she turned and grinned.

"wonderful speech, daddy," her country accent sweet like honey. billy loved your voice, he knew you sounded like honey so you had to taste like honey. billy cleared his throat taking off his hat as he stood behind the family.

"hello.. young man," pearls father tight lipped smile, glared at billy. he didn't care, he knew what people thought.

Billy's hat was in his hands as he was showing respect, pearl smiled to herself behind her family.

"I've heard you need help on your farm, sir," Billy's gruff Texas accent played like a melody in her ears. she gulped, as she felt chills on the hottest day she's felt in awhile.

"well, uh, I don't know-" her father began.

"sir, I'm a hardworker and I can do anything you need, pay me or don't." Billy's pleaded, his voice trying to not sound desperate. truth was he needed work, he needed to take care of his own self too. he needed to eat.

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pearl was outside, on the porch watching Billy front a distance as he was shoveling hay. she watched his back, his tall broad frame yet skinny waist. he was strong, his muscles flexed, and he threw his head back taking off his hat and wiping his forehead.

pearl got an idea. she'd bring him water.

pearl walked out in a small white dress, nothing underneath of course, too hot for all that. her parents were already asleep, she felt bad but was so curious at the same time. she walked feeling the soft grass between her toes under her small feet, holding a jug of water. she felt so nervous, she hadn't talked to a lot of boys before, if so they were related due to her father.

she peered into the barn seeing billy, shirtless this time, sitting on the hay wiping his forehead again.

"y'know it's rude to stare," his voice caused her eyes to bug out of her head. she gulped before saying,

"well, you need water," she stated, quietly feeling nervous now. he stood up over her, and stared down at her, he smirked at her nervousness before grabbing the jug outta her hand and drinking while making eyecontact with her. he watched her shake, he almost laughed. so innocent, he thought. he wanted to see her shake in another way.

"thank you, maam," he handed the water back to her, she gulped nodding not making eye contact. billy noticed this.

"why won't you look at me ?" his voice low, causing a feeling to arise in her in her lower belly. she'd never felt that before.

"well, my momma said if I ever so much as look at a man they'll take advantage of me," pearl said, quietly. billy nodded, taking it in.

"well, I would never take advantage of such a pretty girl," his accent thick, and low now.

pearl gulped stepping back, looking at his naked large chest then back to his eyes then anywhere else. billy liked how innocent she was, how she wouldn't look into his eyes, he craved that.

pearl was cleaning up after the service. billy walked by and looked in the stained windows, seeing pearl bent over, he caught a view of her panties. her whole ass was out, and she didn't even notice or so he thought. he decided to walk in when she walked away, he locked the door behind him, quietly. she walked back into the room, she jumped seeing billy.

"h-hi william," she coughed, smoothing down her dress.

"hi, honey," his accent heavy, she shivered when he said that. she shook off her thoughts before asking a question.

"why are you here?" she asked, unsure. billy smiled at her.

"to see my favorite girl of course," pearl looked away, and continued to pick up every Bible.

"I don't think she's here, try again later. normally harlots don't go to church." pearl sneered at him, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulders.

"oh but she is," he stepped towards her, too close, she thought. she gulped, looking away continuing on grabbing every Bible.

"she wears little dresses, never a bra, and always wears the most innocent looking panties. but I know she could be my harlot if I touched her in the right place. would you like that, honey?" his accent low, and rough.

her mouth fell open, she was feeling something she felt the other night. her lower stomach bubbling in heat, a wetness poured in her panties.

billy noticed her silence and her reaction, she looked so small and innocent. he stepped forward, brushing a few hair behind her ear. her bright green eyes staring back. he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her lips.

she was surprised and pulled back. his eyes darker and his lips fuller now.

she gasped at the sight of him, he was so beautiful.

"have you ever touched yourself before?" his southern accent breaking the silence.

"um no," pearl said, quietly. her cheeks reddened by now, she was biting her lip.

"may i?" he asked her, peering into her eyes.

pearl reluctantly nodded her head, billy picked up pearl like she weighed nothing.

"wrap your legs around me, dollface," and she did. he carried her to the priests office, shutting and locking the door then laying pearl down on the desk. her body lay there, as she anxiously waited, billy threw everything on the floor turning her body so it's long ways.

"billy, I've never done this before," she sat up on her elbows, hair a mess and her strap falling off her shoulder. billy laughed as he took off his belt and vest. he had lost his hat a bit ago, his hair had grown so much.

"baby, I know what you have and haven't done. I still wanna take care of ya," he leaned down between her thighs. she was soaked, she was so embarrassed, she tried closing her legs.

"let me taste you," he mumbled into her, before taking a long wet stripe to her wet patch on her panties. she moaned out, her hands fitting her dress. he pushed up her short dress more, exposing all of her.

"that feels nice," she said, not even realizing what was going on. billy smirked, pulling her white wet panties down her thighs. once they were gone, he pushed her legs up on the desk spreading her all the way open.

billy gasped, she was dripping. literally honey, he thought. he dove right in, no warning. licking her clit, she screamed out. his tongue playing with her clit, slowly.

"oh my-" she breathed out, whimpering. billy smirked to himself before speeding up, his tongue doing soft but fast. a feeling way coming up, she felt like she had to pee. she was a moaning whimpering mess.

"my messy baby, your pussy is soaking. can't wait to feel you around me. " he grumbled into her, she cried out as he took in all her juices, not missing any.

"feel good baby?" he sat her up, she lazily sat up. her hair falling behind her.

"take your dress off baby," she obliged, tiredly. billy smirked watching her as he unbuttoned his button up, and pulled down his pants. her dress was off as she watched him, she looked down and gasped.

"big, ain't it? sometimes the ladies call me billy the man," he laughed, "too bad, I only want you to call me that," he winked at pearl.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," pearl mumbled, looking down away from his gaze. two fingers lifted her head, their eyes met.

"I wouldn't lie to you, honey," he mumbled planting a kiss on her forehead, "now lay back and let daddy do his thing,"

she laid back, his large fingers rubbed her clit in circles. she was seeing stars, she was a whimpering messy little girl and billy loved it.

"billy,-" she breathed out, eyes rolling in the back of her head.

"baby, im gonna try somethin'" suddenly two finger plunged into her, his large fingers giving her a filling feeling. his fingers curled, causing this feeling to happen. billy continued, adding another finger. he finger fucked her, hard.

"daddy," she moaned, billy had to hold back his moan.

"fuck it," he mumbled, grabbing his hardened member spitting on it while rubbing in his precum. while pearl was in her own euphoric world, he played with her small bud rubbing in circles with his thumb.

he placed himself at her entrance, before pushing in slowly. inch by inch by inch, she could feel herself expanding around his large member. the farther he got in the more she wanted more, he pulled all the way out before sliding all the way back in hard. she cried out, he wrapped his toned arms around her back pulling her up, before slamming his hips into hers multiple times.

"fuck bi-daddy," she cursed as he fucked her roughly. rough sex was Billy's favorite and most girls liked it because his big cock.

billy moaned as he fucked her, their hips meeting, he pulled her into a messy kiss. he stuck his tongue in her mouth, she could taste herself. she sucked on his tongue causing this animalistic sound to come out of billy. he pulled away, before pulling her out and flipping her over so she was bent over the desk.

"such a pretty pink pussy baby, can't wait to destroy it," he spit on his cock, jerking it a few times before sliding into her wet hole.

she moaned, billy went in so deeply he could feel her cream on his cock. he grunted, her ass jiggling against him. he reached for her long hair pulling her back so she could look at him as billy was filling her up.

"fuck," she cried out as he plunged into her, billy was turned on, she was his bad girl. he wanted that, he wanted to turn her and he did.

"preachers daughter my ass," he only went harder, she clenched around him crying out. tears staining her pretty pink cheeks.

"you my dirty whore? huh?" billy grunted, pulling her head back more.

"oh my God yes daddy, I'm your dirty whore," she cried out, Cumming again on his cock.

billy was close, he became sloppy yet hard still. he wanted to cum on her back, he wanted to see the cum on her.

"fuck, honey, I'm close," he breathed, letting go of her hair, moving to her lips.

"daddy fuck, don't stop," they moaned together before billy pulled out and finished on her back.

pearl was out of breath, and sore. extremely sore, there was a liquid pouring down her legs. she looked around for billy, he wasn't there. she began to feel used, upset.

billy came walking in, his thermals on and a rag in his hand, she felt much relief.

"lemme take care of this mess baby," he smiled at her, she nodded grinning biting her lip as he wiped her and him clean.

"I'd like to see you again, doll," he smirked, she bit her lip hiding a grin slipping on her dress. she picked her panties off the ground, handing them to billy.

"keep these", she whispered before asking, " you workin today?"

billy smirked getting dressed, before looking at her .

"oh I'm workin' today darlin. I'll take ya home, and we can continue, if you'd like of course." billy said, smooth but sweetly.

"sure, daddy,"

she stopped calling her dad, daddy so dw no one will be confused or weirded out.

#billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #tom blyth smut

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heliads · 1 month

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Hello im so glad it’s open. Hiccup x reader when the reader is afraid of dragon and she is a Viking that try to not to be vulnerable and strong but hiccup could see right trough her. Sort of enemy to lovers (reader mostly) and the end Toothlees love her.

Thank you 🙏 😍🥰🥰

'we'll be brave together' - hiccup haddock

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Hiccup is returning from a wild dragon ride through the clouds when he realizes that he might finally know the secret of the bravest Viking Berk has ever seen.

It’s not like he’s the first one who’s tried to parse out the details of Y/N L/N. There’s hardly a soul in the village who hasn’t. Y/N has been the strongest of the strong, the fastest of the fast, ever since she started training. Everyone their age either wants to be her or beat her, and neither option is remotely reasonable.

Hiccup is no stranger to Y/N’s reputation. How could he not? She started training to fight dragons a year early, purely because it was so obvious she would be an asset to Berk that the elders couldn’t wait to put her out there. She’s been saving lives since she was small. Hiccup wouldn’t be surprised if her first words as a child were a rallying call to arms.

Courage inspires courage, but it’s impossible to see someone that naturally good at everything without trying to find some chink in the armor, a way, no matter how miniscule, to prove that they’re still human. Still like you. But no matter how hard people search, Y/N still seems relentlessly, impossibly perfect. Sure, she has her off days, just like anyone else, but she’s so good that it doesn’t even seem to matter. There has to be something off, but no one else can figure it out.

Except Hiccup, maybe. Probably not, but maybe. Hiccup’s no stranger to the maybes of the world. He’s proven quite a lot of them in his time. Maybe Hiccup, skinny, clumsy Hiccup, could manage to do well in the dragon fighting classes. Maybe he could save Berk from threats. Maybe he could do a decent job of governing a tumultuous group of Vikings on one of the most inhabitable rocks known to man. And maybe, just maybe, he could find the loophole in Y/N L/N’s otherwise flawless streak of victories.

Hiccup only gets the idea when he’s touching down from another dizzying flight. No matter how many times he and Toothless take to the skies, it never gets old. Somehow, each and every time Hiccup and his dragon leave the world behind, chase the stars, shoot the breeze, it feels like Hiccup’s very first time up in the air. The majesty never leaves him.

And so Hiccup was very reluctantly starting to plan out his landing when he saw Y/N below him. Ax in hand, she was probably coming back from yet another round in the training grounds, and judging by the cocky grin on her face, she’d probably been very triumphant yet again. She had a victorious bounce to her step, and as she headed back to her house, it seemed as if nothing could happen to break the young woman’s stride.

Nothing, that is, until Toothless swooped in low from the side, casting his shadow upon the ground where Y/N walked. She had done her best to hide it, but Hiccup had seen it– an uncontrollable flinch, a quick jerk of her head towards the sky to assess the threat, and then, so foreign to him that Hiccup almost wondered if he had mistook another girl for Y/N, a spark of fear in her eyes.

Fear. In Y/N L/N. It made no sense. Hiccup has never known Y/N to be afraid. Not even when facing off against Vikings twice her height. It’s as if the word has simply never entered her vocabulary. Yet the memory of Y/N’s reaction to the arrival of Toothless is burned into Hiccup’s memory as if by a brand. Yes, there’s no doubt about it. Y/N was afraid.

This should mean nothing at all. Berk, although recently accustomed to think of dragons in friendlier terms, has been an enemy of the scaly fliers for as long as Hiccup can remember. A recent change in their mindset would not substantially change their long term memory, which firmly cements dragons as a dangerous enemy. Of course anyone would flinch upon seeing a dragon suddenly emerge from the clouds, especially a Night Fury.

But Y/N isn’t just anyone. Now that he comes to think of it, Y/N has been rather separate from the rest of Berk regarding her reaction to dragons descending upon the village. She has yet to adopt a dragon, claiming that she’d rather prove her skill as a Viking by herself instead of needing to depend on a dragon to do the work for her. And back before Hiccup even crossed paths with Toothless at all, he has memories of Y/N during her dragon training days, how she used to completely lock down her emotions, facing the dragons when required but never so much as looking at them unless she absolutely had to do so.

It couldn’t be, yet it is. The more Hiccup thinks about it, the more he’s certain it’s true. Y/N is afraid of dragons. Not just Hiccup’s dragon, all dragons. Hiccup feels a sudden rush of sympathy for the woman. Although she’s as proud and brave as any, being around the thing she fears the most day in and day out must be taking a toll on her spirits.

And so, although it’s probably a terrible decision, Hiccup makes up his mind to help her as best he can. They’ve never really been friends, in fact, quite the opposite; Y/N was in accordance with the typical Berk mindset that Hiccup was a nuisance since he didn’t quite think like the rest of the Vikings, and they’ve clashed over that ever since. However, Hiccup remembers quite painfully what it was like to fear what everyone else seemed to embrace, and it’s a nasty feeling. Y/N doesn’t deserve to suffer through that, even if their relationship hasn’t always been the sunniest.

True to form, Y/N is glaring at him from the moment she opens her door to find Hiccup smiling awkwardly at her from the front step. “What do you want?” She asks crossly, making it obvious that she has far better things to do than entertain him.

Hiccup grins weakly. “I think I can help you.”

Y/N raises a dubious brow, taking an obvious glance over Hiccup. “You do? With what, philosophy?”

Hiccup forces a chuckle. “Maybe some other time. No, I’m talking about your, ah, dragon problem.”

If there was any doubt in Hiccup’s mind that Y/N was really afraid of dragons, it is completely erased from the moment he brings up the subject. Immediately, her entire expression ices over, but even as her glare sharpens in value, he spots something bright behind her mask, something like fear. She really doesn’t want anyone figuring out, does she?

Y/N glances around quickly to make sure no one could have possibly overheard, then quickly jerks her chin towards the inside of her house. “Fine. Come in.”

Inwardly, Hiccup cheers. He wasn’t entirely certain that she wouldn’t do something drastic to protect her secret, like stab him in the back or shove him into the sea. He still runs the risk of being poisoned, but he figures he’s safe from that so long as he doesn’t eat or drink anything while he’s here.

Once they’re both sitting opposite each other across her wooden table, Y/N fixes him with a steely gaze. “Start talking. How did you know that I–”

Her voice trails off, but Hiccup can guess she’s talking about her fear of dragons. “I only figured it out recently, honest. I had no idea until just now. No one would guess.”

“Yeah, I try to keep it that way,” Y/N remarks dryly. “But you could tell?”

“You don’t like Toothless,” Hiccup explains. “And yeah, he is a Night Fury, and that takes a little while to get over, but most people in the village consider him an ally by now.”

“Except me,” Y/N supplies, glancing towards the table.

“Yeah,” Hiccup agrees. “Except you. Plus, the hesitance to get a dragon of your own.”

“No Viking should accept a dragon unless they can defend themselves!” Y/N argues. “Otherwise, you’ll leave yourself stranded in case something happens. It would be a monumentally stupid risk to take.”

“I feel like that’s a really targeted comment,” Hiccup complains, “but yeah, even with that argument, it made sense once I connected the dots. You’re afraid of dragons.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Did you just come here to hold that over me? What is this, blackmail?”

Not a fan of the way she’s eyeing the carving knife near her place at the table, Hiccup hastily raises his hands, feigning surrender. “Hey. Hey. No blackmail. That wouldn’t be very, uh, Viking of me. Where’s the strength in that? And you know I’m all about strength. And courage. Lots of courage. In fact, that’s why I came here today. I want to help you get over your fear.”

Y/N looks at him doubtfully, but at least she’s stopped inching her hand towards the carving knife. “You want to help me.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup replies earnestly, “I do. It’s better for all of us if we don’t have to feel like we’re hiding things. So? Will you let me help you?”

Y/N stares at him for a long time. At last, she jerks her head up and down in a sharp nod and says, “I will.”

Hiccup claps his hands together excitedly before pushing away from the table. “Perfect. I already have a first lesson in mind.”

Y/N looks substantially less inclined to trust him when she realizes that her first lesson involves getting to know Toothless on a far more personal level. “I thought we were going to ease into this. Like talking about it or something.”

Hiccup shakes his head. They’re both walking through the forest, crunching leaves and stepping over fallen boughs on their way to meet up with the Night Fury. “Not a chance. You don’t gain anything from talking. Besides, I figured you’re the kind of person who likes action over sitting around.”

“I do when it doesn’t involve dragons,” Y/N mutters from somewhere behind him.

Hiccup just grins. “You’ll like Toothless if you give him a chance, honestly.”

They emerge into a clearing. Toothless is curled up in the center, soaking in the sunlight. Immediately, Y/N freezes behind him. Now that she doesn’t have to try and hide from him, Hiccup can see firsthand how bad her fear truly is. Y/N’s eyes are wide, and her breath seems caught in her throat. She seems unable to move a single step.

Hiccup comes back to her side. “Do you trust me?” He asks plainly.

“I think,” she whispers back, her eyes still firmly fixed on the resting dragon in front of her.

“That’s fine,” Hiccup tells her. “At least believe me when I say there’s absolutely no chance that I’d let you get hurt. It would look awful if a chieftain’s son got his best fighter killed by his own dragon, wouldn’t it? You know it’s my responsibility to lead Berk, do you really think I’d risk my popularity by getting you murdered?”

“I trust that,” she admits, and lets Hiccup lead her further into the clearing, until she’s right in front of the dragon.

Sensing visitors, Toothless pokes his head up, exhaling a soft snort from his nose. Y/N flinches back from the movement, but to her credit, she doesn’t try to run.

“This is Y/N,” Hiccup tells Toothless. “You two are going to get to know each other, alright?”

Toothless regards Y/N with faint curiosity. Hiccup reaches out and presses a quiet hand to the dragon’s snout. “Now it’s your turn, alright?” He tells Y/N.

Y/N shakes her head quietly. “There’s no way I’m touching the dragon.”

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Hiccup promises. “Come on, we’ll do it together.”

He takes his hand away from Toothless’ snout and presses his palm against the top of Y/N’s hand. Slowly, carefully, he moves their hands together until they’re both resting against Toothless’ snout. Y/N breathes out once, a great sigh, but doesn’t move. Carefully, Hiccup takes his hand away, and then it’s just Y/N and the dragon. Toothless leans slightly forward into the touch. Hiccup waits for something to happen, for Y/N to flinch away again or give in to her fear, but instead, a shaky smile crosses her face.

“He’s nice,” she says.

Hiccup pulls a face. “He’s only trying to impress you.”

Even his feigned irritation can’t last for long. At the sight of the quiet joy on Y/N’s face, Hiccup can’t help but smile as well.

“What’s my next lesson?” Y/N asks.

“Flying,” Hiccup says. “Do you feel ready for that?”

Y/N glances back towards him, a cross look on her face. “I’m a Viking. I’m ready for anything.”

She laughs, though, and so does he. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Hiccup climbs onto Toothless, then extends a hand to help Y/N up as well. Toothless, to his credit, is quite gentle when going airborne, although Y/N still holds tight onto Hiccup just in case. He’s not sure that he minds, though. She doesn’t, either, because she keeps holding onto him, even after the flying turns smooth, even after the colors around them flit from saturation to saturation, as clouds frost their vision and the air grows cold from height.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Y/N announces as they soar over the sea. “Nothing about this is scary. I can’t believe I waited this long to figure that out.”

“It grows on you, doesn’t it?” Hiccup remarks. “All of a sudden, it’s the only thing you want to do.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says. “Exactly like that.”

When he looks back at her, Y/N’s expression is soft and sweet. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her like this, unafraid to be vulnerable, to let her real self shine through.

“Thanks for helping me,” she says quietly.

“Any time,” Hiccup promises, and he realizes he means it.

She smiles. “You have to be careful, I might take you up on that offer.”

Hiccup meets her gaze, and finds nothing but happiness there. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Below them, the waves surge, and the birds swoop. They fly on forever.

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risathefairyofshampoo · 3 months

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𝑊ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢?

(Pick a pile) <3

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4th Pile 5th Pile 6th Pile

Disclaimer: This is just for fun and entertainment purposes. Take everything I say with a grain of salt. Everything I say is not fact, it's just a tarot reading! You may also not resonate with your chosen pile or all of them as these are done for the general! :)

1st 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒

Hello everyone, so it seems like someone older has a crush on you. A man. He might be older than you, but he might also be very mature. But I do think that they have a good understanding of life and that they know what they are doing.

He seems to be someone from your work/school. He is well off. He might not dress like someone rich but he definitely is. He isn't bragging about it. He has money and doesn't show it, but he enjoys it

Love, he isn't exactly your type. Seems like he isn't very beautiful. He is normal looking. Not that special, and many people wouldn't notice him. He is kinda like a nerd/weirdo but he does know how to respect people. He is really nice if you get to know him but he isn't very open or talkative at the start.

So, coming to his looks. He has a round face and brown to black hair. It's pretty short at the moment. He is kinda chubby, and I think he tries to cover his belly. He doesn't really have a specific style. He wears whatever is comfortable. Some might have glasses.

I hope you can resonate with the reading! Please give me a feedback. Hope you liked it <3

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2nd 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒

Hello people! Okay, your crush seems to be well off. I think they wear some expensive things here and there. They don't brag, but I think it helps with their image. It fits their looks a lot. I think they like to wear jewellery a lot. Rings and earrings, especially.

They have blond to dark blond hair. Very beautiful face. Many would think they are attractive. A model face. Blue or green eyes. Skinny, same hight/taller than you. Plump pink/red lips. Very beautiful. I think they like to wear baggy clothes. Pullovers that are too big but still fit, baggy jeans. Just something comfortable that covers their body. You don't know them well but you've seen them around .

I think currently they are very unhappy. I think some mental strength is missing, and they seem to be very unmotivated. They feel lost and done. Just very tired.

I hope you can resonate with the reading! Please give me a feedback. Hope you liked it <3

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3rd 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒

Hello there! You seem to know this person. You are kinda close. I think you are currently working on something, and usually, you two work well together, but something has happened that ended in a conflict. I think you are still not very much at good terms.

They seem to be social. Maybe not that extroverted but enough to meet new people. Might be an ambivert.

I think they are really smart. Especially when it comes to math or just logical thinking.

But they aren't really trustworthy. Can get judgy and will talk behind your back.

I think they have brown/black hair, strong eyebrows, a soft face but yet very sharp features. They have a very comfortable style. It's not special but they still look nice. I think they try to keep their outfit simple and easy

They are tall and have a normal/fit body.

I hope you can resonate with the reading! Please give me a feedback. Hope you liked it <3

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4th 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒

Hi there! So this person who is interested in you is someone very young. Might be younger than you, but they might also be very unmature.

They seem to be very excited when it comes to life. They want to try everything and make their own experience. Just very curious in general. I have to think of a very new soul. A soul that hasn't reincarnated a lot of times.

I wouldn't say they are very mature. They seem to be very dependent. Might it be their parents or friends. They just seem like someone who can't hold responsibility.

They seem to be very hurt from the inside. I think they experienced some kind of trauma. They haven't really healed. And I think they won't for a long time.

I hope you can resonate with the reading! Please give me a feedback. Hope you liked it <3

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5th 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒

Hello you! Seems like they person who has currently a crush on you has already been with you. Maybe not a relationship but something in that direction. Maybe just a one night stand? You two were definitely a 'thing'.

They seem to be very unhappy at the moment. They seem to not be that stable. I'd say they are really selfish and ignorant.

However I do think that you two belong together. It's a really strong connection. Some people would say it's a soulmate connection.

I think they are your type, especially when it comes to the looks.

I hope you can resonate with the reading! Please give me a feedback. Hope you liked it <3

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6th 𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒

Hello there! The person who has a crush on you is already talking with you. They are flirting with you and making moves. Your connection is something that will be led by the universe. Everything will fall into place.

I think you like them too but you are actually kind of unsure whether they like you or if you really want to be with them.

Seems like a conflict you have with your inner self. Chill! They do like you, and if you're not ready to make a move, then just wait. I think they are really interested and they will invest time if they would have to.

I hope you can resonate with the reading! Please give me a feedback. Hope you liked it <3

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transformation4life · 1 year

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Cop Out

"Put your hands where I can see them!" A Cop got out of his police car to apprehend the vigilante spray painting a public building

Officer Harold had been on the police force for almost 20 years now and has been through all the hate Cops have been given over the years from being called a pig, to the protests, and all the mockery and slander. To him he didn't understand he was just trying to help people!

"Alright PIG, I'll stop," The vigilante Maxwell snarled back.

Harold sighed. Another day of being called a pig. Without much thought he grabbed his cuffs to detain Maxwell and send him to the station.

"Just so you know PIG. You may catch me now but I WILL be back!!!!!" Harold stopped in his tracks as Maxwell spoke again.

"Alright that's it Mister. I'm DONE with people like you. I've been on the force for years!!!! You will NEVER understand what we have to go through. We serve this country and we get treated like shit!! I just wish you would understand. Be in the shoes of someone on the force and then we'll see how you feel!" Harold blurted his frustration out at Maxwell which probably wasn't the best idea but he was his limit.

Maxwell couldn't care less but when he tried to open his mouth to speak more insults he found himself unable to speak. Not to mention something felt odd to him. Like he felt like he should respect Officer Harold despite all his earlier statements.

"O-Okay, sir..." Maxwell spoke in a meek tone.

Harold was a bit surprised to hear Maxwell suddenly respect him, but he appreciated the sudden niceness.

"Alright, I'll let you be just this once! Don't get in the way of another officer like myself and you'll be good in my book," Harold put his cuffs away and bids Maxwell farewell.

Maxwell waves goodbye and for some reason... he wanted to see the officer again. It was against all his bashing of police over the years and he knows it and yet... he yearns for it. He walked home to his meager apartment to sleep it off.

Maxwell woke up groggy as he stumbled his way to his dingy bathroom feeling like an entire weight dropped on him. Making his way to the mirror he looked like his usual self. Blond hair, brown eyes, skinny frame.. He remembered his encounter with Officer Harold and the strange feeling Maxwell got after Harold spoke his heart out. He longed to see him again, someway somehow.

"I wish I could see him again..." Maxwell said without thinking.

Suddenly Maxwell's phone began to rang loudly in his pocket. As a vigilante he always answered calls without question so he picked up the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Hello... Maxwell." a enchanting voice called to Maxwell immediately putting him in a trance that made him not want to hang up.

"Listen to me very carefully..."

"What are you doing?? How do you know my name??"

"You're a strong bodybuilder that's been working out for YEARS,"

"But I'm not-"

"You're a strong bodybuilder that's been working out for YEARS,"

"I'm a strong bodybuilder that's been working out for years," As soon as the words left his mouth Maxwell's body began to grow to fit his new lifestyle. Large pecs, massive shoulders, huge back, killer biceps that would make gods jealous with strong visible veins, a sexy set of abs, thick neck with a prominent adam's apple, and his crowning feature of thick beautiful thighs. His clothes melted away leaving him in his just his underwear as he remembered his years pumping iron and winning competitions. It was all Maxwell cared about.

Maxwell broke from his trance to give a quick bicep flex before the voice lured him back.

"You've been a cop for 10 years and LOVE your job."

"That's preposterous!! Bodybuilding is my only calling and not to mention those pigs-"

"You've been a cop for 10 years and LOVE your job."

"I've been a cop for 10 years and love my job." Years of bodybuilding now mixed with years in police training and Dean proudly showing his badge to any criminals that dared to cross him.

Black pants materialized onto his frame along with an accompanying black belt and black police boots with black socks that wrapped around his big feet. The belt was slowly being equipped with police gear one by one. Handcuffs, knifes, guns, and other miscellaneous things. All the things a cop like himself needs.

Maxwell was getting for work at the moment before this mysterious man called him. He does know he could get him arrested in seconds right? Oh well might as well toy with the fellow at least that's what Maxwell rationalized.

"Of course I'm an officer. Been one for ten years and I of course love doing my part, even the naysayers doubt my squad!"

"That's right Maxwell, oh sorry... Max,"

"Do you know who you're talking to? My name is Maxwell! Always have been always will-"

"Your name is Max Schmidt,"

"My name is Max Schmidt," Max loved his name. Fit his manly exterior and manly interior.

"So what do you want with me? Are you one of those ACAB folks? Trying to make me slip?

"No sir, I only want what's best for the force! And you... Now check yourself out..."

"That's inappropriate behavior unbefitting of an officer! What is your name so I can call the stati-"

"Open the camera app and check yourself out NOW," Max immediately took the phone off his ear and opened the camera app. He immediately zoomed in on his chest and abs and then felt those great abs of his.

While this was happening a black police shirt wrapped around Max's large frame as his hair darkened into a light black and his eyes became darker becoming a black color. Max's hair become more put together and more uniform fit for a police officer. A somewhat expensive white watch appeared on his left arm that he always wore. Max still wanted to obey the caller's comand so he used his hand to lift the new shirt to reveal his abs.

Underneath the tight pants Max's newly enlarged cock was having a hard-on.

"Good... Good... Now how do you love?" Max stopped checking himself out in order to respond.

"Haha! You really think I'd tell some criminal that! I don't have my eyes on anyone! Just hard work as police and muscle!

"That's not right, what about your loving husband... Harold?"

"Harold? My superior? Nah we're just good friends! I respect him a great deal but I'm straight as an arrow! No way I would ever marry a ma-"

"You're married to Harold Schmidt your loving husband,"

"I'm married to Harold Schmidt my loving husband," Max remembers the wedding well. Everyone in the force was there cheering them on as they kissed under the altar. Not to mention what they do in private at the police office. Max's already hard cock got even harder as a shiny ring appeared on his ring finger.

"That's great Max, just great! Just one more thing. How's your age going? Must be hard being 39 years of age,"

"I'm only 25, criminal."

"Nah, You're definitely 39,"

"I'm definitely 39," How could Mike forget his age. He reveled in his almost 40's age while his husband was a good ripe age of 50.

"Amazing, brilliant. My work here is done. Have a good day Officer Max," The call ended.

"...What was that?! I need to report this to the station immediately! Better get to work!" Max made another flex as a name tag with his manly name shined onto him. "M. Schmidt"

Max made his way to his cop car. He always loved throwing those pesky cop haters into the back and hear their screams and cries for help, usually with his husband in the passenger seat. Speaking of his husband he should send a pic to his husband to know he's coming to the station. But first his signature shades!

"Hey Honey, bicep flex for you <3" And sent.

Max's nametag shined in the glistening heat as he adjusted his rearview mirror.

"Lookin' good there, Schmidt." Max said to himself.

Max turned the car engine on and he gripped his strong weathered hands onto the wheel and drove to the station.

The drive was long, but standard for a officer like himself. Along the way he already had to apprehend a couple criminals that shouted the slurs he was oh so used to. It was quite tiring and had him quite parched so a good drink would do him good so he used his meaty hand to gulp down some fresh water from the bottle in the cupholder of his car.

"Honey I'm home!" Max shouted as he opened the door to Harold's office at the station.

"M-Max! Don't say it so loud! People will find out what we do in here!" Harold stammered out before getting hit with a kiss on the lips.

"I know I know, but can't the two strongest police officers on the force have a little fun while on the job?" Max said with a lustful smirk.

"Oh Max, I could never get mad at you. Although... Let's deal with the criminals you arrested first," Harold Nudged to the paperwork regarding the arrests Max was currently holding.

"Right..... forgot about that!" Max promptly threw the papers aside and began to undress himself right in front of his husband much to said Husband's shock.

"Harold! What are you-" Harold was interrupted as a passionate kissed began to form between the two lovers.

Harold's worries washed away as the lovebirds embraces with a passionate and long kiss. What felt like hours passed as they made out all over the room. The rustling of papers, knick-knacks all over the floor, and even a whole phone on the ground.

"I love you, babe." Max muttered

"Love you too..." Harold muttered back before snapping back to reality. The entire office was in disarray but the two of them were happier than ever.

"Say... let's get the boys out for a shooting range!" Max mentioned as he put his uniform back on.

"Sounds like a great idea! Those criminals can wait." The pair left to tell the boys they were about to a wild time.

Two unlikely people now bound together and neither were none the wiser of their old lives.

"Let's get to shootin' boys!"

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ericsprincess · 9 months

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nc-17, san/wooyoung/reader, boucy au, boxer!san, pimp!wooyoung (kinda), mafia leader!reader, f/m/m threesome, prostitution (technically), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, felching

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“...3, 2, 1!” DING DING DING!

The audience roars as the referee raises the hand of the winner as the defeated lies motionless on the ground. The winner himself is wavering, having obvious trouble keeping himself standing straight. His face is bloody, his lip is busted and he has bruises everywhere. His white wifebeater is stained with blood and sweat. He drops his hand and looks like he’s about to faint, when his coach (?) comes running to him and catches him at the last moment, holding a water bottle to his mouth and making him drink. The boxer holds on to his coach like a lifeline, swallowing big gulps of water before straightening up and throwing his fist to the air, letting out a victorious yell.

He slumps back to his coach's embrace and lets himself be led off the ring, the coach supporting him carefully so he doesn’t trip. Your eyes are following them, as you are sitting at the bar, sipping your drink.

They take a stop at the promoters booth where they collect their cash prize and bet money, the coach pocketing the hefty stack of dollars. They talk a little bit more, probably about the possibilities for future matches, before disappearing somewhere in the backstage dressing rooms.

You turn your head back to the stage. The host is already in the ring, trying to introduce the next match’s fighters, but the audience is still yelling the winner’s name like in a trance. San, and he’s obviously the star of tonight’s event.

You finish your drink, hop off the bar stool and head to the backstage.

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It doesn’t take long to find the dressing room where they are at - there aren't that many and most of them are empty. You find them in the last one and you know it’s the one where they are immediately - the door is not completely closed and the lights are on.

You push the door more open and lean in the doorway. San is half-sitting half-lying on a little dinky sofa and his coach is kneeling in front of him, cleaning his wounds. He seems to be talking to San in a calm, low voice, but you can’t make up the words. It feels very intimate. San’s eyes are closed and his coach is turned away from you so neither can see you standing there. It gives you a chance to observe them for a bit.

San is really handsome. That’s obvious and it’s also the reason why you’re there. His face is naturally beautiful, even marred with scratches and wounds, his hair jet black with strands falling into his face in a charming way. His body is muscular and strong with broad arms, big chest and narrow waist. He’s the epitome of deadly power - silent, strong, but agile.

His coach - well. You would lie if you said he’s not handsome. He’s nicely built, the pecs peeking from his unbuttoned shirt revealing that he’s more trained and strong than he looks at first sight. His face is also handsome, with his pretty cheekbones and beaky nose. But he looks so sleazy. He looks like he’s there to cause trouble and discussing anything with him is like handling a slimy snake, that’s twisting and turning and slipping out of your hands. He’s attractive, but in an infuriating way.

They haven’t noticed you yet so you clear your throat to get their attention.

San’s coach turns his head and stands up.

“Well hello,” he drawls. “I thought we’ve already gotten our reward. Did the bar owners send us a freebie? I’m Wooyoung, what’s your name, beautiful?” he grins and blatantly checks you out. His eyes run over you and he’s clearly enjoying what he sees. You’re dressed casually, in black skinny jeans, black shirt tucked into them and a leather jacket. Your long hair is flowing, as opposed to the conservative intricate bun you wear for your usual meetings. This one is not usual though.

You shift your weight and subtly move the side of your leather jacket, so he can see the gun strapped on your waist. It wipes his grin out immediately.

“I’m afraid not. I am Y/N Y/L/N,“ you turn to San. “I saw your match and I have heard a lot about you. I would have a business proposal, if you are interested.” He looks up at you from the sofa, but doesn’t say anything and closes his eyes again, as if he were too tired to even talk.

“That depends on what kind of business,” Wooyung cuts in.

“Excuse me, but I was talking to him, not you,” you frown. He’s already starting to get on your nerves.

“All the business goes through me,” Wooyung grins dangerously and puts his hand on San’s shoulder, his intent is clearly to show you who’s in charge.

“So, you’re his pimp,” you raise an eyebrow.

“I prefer the term manager,” he smiles at you. “After all, he’s always free to refuse any job I get for him.”

“Then let him hear me out and decide for himself.” you’re getting impatient.

“Are you some kind of a mafia boss? Because we don’t kill people,” starts Wooyoung, nodding at your gun, but you interrupt him.

“That’s not the nature of the job I want to offer.” you say. You don’t deny the mafia accusation.

You wait for the inevitable interruption by Wooyoung, but he just waves his hand to prompt you to continue.

“As I said, I saw your match and I was really impressed. I would like to buy your time tonight,” you say.

“For how much?” asks Wooyoung.

“10 000 dollars,” you reply. “Cash, half upfront.” you pull out a wad of banknotes and hold them up, so they know you’re not bluffing. San opens his eyes from where he’s laying sprawled on the sofa.

“Ooookay?” Wooyoung is obviously surprised. “And what would he do?”

“Well, I would like to make use of his…private time,” you’re not sure how to word it. You don’t want to imply you want him to prostitute himself to you, even though it’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re telling this to Wooyoung, but you’re looking at San. His eyes are intense and he seems fully awake and alerted, also measuring you up with his eyes.

“I- I’m not sure we do this kind of jobs..” Wooyoung hesitates.

San pulls on his sleeve. Wooyoung looks at him, and you’re sure there is some kind of telepathic connection going on, because after a few seconds of intense eye contact, Wooyoung turns back to you. “He agrees.” Wooyoung confirms, even though San hasn’t said a word.

“Do you have anything specific in mind?”

“Not really. Just, the usual,” you blush. You didn’t think that far, since you didn’t really expect San to agree. “Or anything that occurs in the moment. But, of course, it depends on how San feels about...performing. I’m not sure about the extent of his injuries.”

“I’m not that injured,” San grumbles. It’s the first time he speaks out loud tonight and it catches you off guard. “I can perform.” He has a nice voice, you think. I wonder how he sounds when he cums.

“Well then, it’s settled,” Wooyoung claps his hands and reaches his palm towards you. You roll your eyes and put half of the money into his hands and he shoves it into his pocket immediately.

“Do you want to move elsewhere?” he asks.

“No, here is sufficient.” You would never admit it too Wooyoung, but fucking in dirty dressing room at the backstage of the boxer match, with the door that doesn’t lock well… it gives you the thrills already.

“Okay,” he replies and throws himself on an old armchair on the opposite side of the sofa.

You’re perplexed. “Aren’t you going to leave?” you ask in disbelief.

“No, of course not. I need to keep an eye on him. And you.” he smirks and reclines back to make himself more comfortable.

“Bullshit. You just want to watch,” He’s so annoying. You’re almost fuming at the audacity of this guy.

“Well, let’s say that’s a welcomed benefit.” he winks and you scoff, turning away from him. There is no point in arguing.

You hesitate. Both of them are looking at you, awaiting your actions and it’s getting awkward. Ah, to hell with it, you decide, shrug off your jacket and with a few steps you come to the sofa and sit on San’s lap. He put his hands to your waist.

“Can I kiss you? Or does it hurt too much?” you nod at his busted lip.

“I don’t mind pain,” he shakes his head, putting his hand on your neck he pulls you for a kiss. The kiss is fierce and tastes of blood, he’s not hesitating to push his tongue into your mouth and fight you for dominance.

He’s trying to unbutton your blouse singlehandedly with his other hand and when he succeeds and takes it off you, he squeezes your tits hard. He breaks the kiss to move his mouth along your jawline to suck and lick on your neck.

“You’re really pretty,” mumbles San into your neck. “I would have done it for free, you know,” he nuzzles. “Don’t tell Wooyoung that.” That makes you laugh a little.

You can feel him getting hard under you and you know you’re not doing much better yourself. You’re moving a little, rubbing your pussy over his cock, to get at least some stimulation for both of you, while he sucks and licks at your tits. You’re getting really into it and San’s hands on your waist help to guide your movement too. His breathing is getting heavier and he’s really hard under you.

“Do you want to make him come just from your dry humping? I thought you wanted to fuck,” Wooyoung’s voice interrupts your thoughts.

Ugh.

You stop moving and look back over your shoulder to Wooyoung, sprawled on the armchair, as if he were watching a movie.

“What’s your problem?” you frown.

“If you make him come now, he’ll fall asleep in like 3 minutes and then what? Will you expect a refund?” Wooyoung shrugs. “Just thinking of business.”

“Fine.” you stand up and unbutton your pants, but San bats your hands away and does it himself. He pulls them down together with your panties and you grab his shoulder for better balance while you step out of them.

San pulls you for a kiss, running his hands over the backs of your thighs up to your ass, slightly pulling it apart, making you realize that you’re standing bent over right in front of Wooyoung who has the first row seat to your bare ass and wet pussy. You briefly wonder if San did this on purpose.

San quickly unzips his own jeans and pulls out his cock. He’s already hard and leaking, the tip red and angry and you can’t wait to get it in you.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask San impatiently. Yours are laying somewhere on the floor in the jacket pocket, and it seems way too far now.

“He’s clean,” Wooyoung answers for him.

“How do you know that?” you ask, your patience running thin.

“Let’s say,” drawls Wooyoung with a smug smile. “I know about everyone he sleeps with.”

You frown, but you’re not going to argue with him. It’s hotter like this anyways.

You take San’s cock in your hand and slowly sink on it. You can’t resist looking at Wooyoung over your shoulder. He’s watching intensely and it’s clear he’s not unaffected either - his boner is starting to show and while one of his hands is on the armrest, the other is getting dangerously close to his crotch.

You slowly start to move and ride San’s cock. He’s a nice size and feels so nice and deep everytime you drop down. San’s hands are roaming all over your body, touching your ass, back, squeezing your tits while he’s sucking on your neck and collarbones, obviously trying to make up for the lack of his own movement in you. It’s not like you care much about that - he’s tired and injured and it’s not like you don’t prefer to just use a hot man like a toy. That’s actually why you’re even here.

The room is resonating with the disgusting squelching sounds as both you and San are getting wetter, your bodily fluids mixing together with sweat. You’re riding him tirelessly, gasping and whimpering, trying to get you both close to finish, when San suddenly moans so loud it almost startles you.

“What..” you’re confused, but you’re not stopping.

San is blushing. “He just licked my balls,” What. That makes you even more confused, but then you suddenly feel it. Wooyoung’s hot wet tongue on your asshole, his hands grabbing your asscheeks for better access.

Oh fuck. You didn’t even hear him approach. It feels too good to ponder about it, and just the sheer audacity of Wooyoung to dare to join like that riles you up even more. Not to mention that he’s just casually eating your ass like that, with full enthusiasm, tongue moving down to lick around San’s cock at the point where he’s entering your pussy. It feels like his tongue is everywhere at the same time.

“Was this part of the deal?” you laugh, red, sweaty and out of breath, but not stopping. You’re so close.

“It’s on the house,” mumbles Wooyoung, getting back to eating your ass like it’s his last meal.

He tries to push his tongue inside, and at the same moment San pinches your nipple just right, and that makes you come, so hard that San has to tighten his grip on your waist so you don’t fall off him as you move. He must be close too, the moment he senses that you have almost finished he grabs you by the waist with both hands and starts roughly thrusting up into you. It takes only a few thrusts though, and you can feel him coming in you.

You slump against him, tired and out of breath and fucked out. San’s softening cock is slipping out of your pussy and you don’t know what Wooyoung is doing to him this time, but it makes San squirm. Wooyoung moves his attention to you, licking your pussy from behind, slurping San’s come straight out of it. It’s overstimulating and you can’t come again like that, not yet, but you can hear Wooyoung’s whimpers and moans as he’s licking inside of you, and you’re pretty sure he’s getting off on it - so you let him, holding onto San while catching your breath.

It doesn’t take him long before you can hear him cumming into his own hand. After a moment, he breathes out and straightens. You look back and you see him offer his hand, dirtied with his own cum to San, for San to eat out off, like a dog getting a treat.

You drop down on the sofa.

“Does he not mind..that?”

San finishes licking Wooyoung’s hand clean.

“He knows to never bite a hand that feeds him,” he says. It makes you feel something.

San lies down next to you on the cramped sofa. He closes his eyes and seems to be out as light immediately.

“So…is that it?”

“I do actually have a real job offer for you. Come work for me.” you suggest.

“And do what?” scoffs Wooyoung. “Kill people? Or worse, die for you? Sorry, I don’t think either of us is interested in that.”

“Not necessarily. Although you could work the usual jobs if you wanted - protection, deals, and such. But if you don’t, I’m sure we can use San’s skill as an instructor for our new recruits. He wouldn’t have to fight anymore” you shrug. For a man like San, there is always something to do in your organization.

“We’re a package deal.” replies Wooyoung. The real meaning of his sentence is clear - what would I do? What’s in there for me?

“I’m aware. I could use an assistant and you seem more than capable,” you reply nonchalantly, although you already know you will regret it. Wooyoung will definitely make annoying you his primary job. You’re looking forward to this.

“Your lodging, food, salary, everything will be provided. You’ll live a more comfortable life. You don’t have to decide now, but I’m sure you would appreciate at least not having to live in a van, and- hmmppf” you get interrupted by San, who suddenly appears awake and surprises you with a kiss. He’s too passionate, tongue licking in your mouth, tasting of Wooyoung’s cum, and you don’t know if it’s desperation or gratitude, but you accept it. You wonder where he’s getting the energy for this though, but he’s almost mauling you with the fierceness of his kiss.

“Well, I guess it’s decided,” Wooyoung pecks you on the cheek and his lips linger there for a moment until he whispers in your ear.

“Boss.”

You don’t need a better answer.

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kiralisa · 3 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇

G O J O X A F A B! R E A D E R

WARNINGS: MDNI, not proofread(I made this at 1 am don’t murder me), drinking, fingering, first time, fluff, no protection (don’t have kids, they expensive$$), creampie if you like squint ur eyes, smut with some plot because I have issues.

First fanfic, tried to make it to where any girlie can read this!<3

The greatest of his clan, Gojo satoru was a god in a man’s body. He who was deemed the strongest at birth, causing the world to shift into his own hands….how could he be so strong yet feel so weak when around you???

Years went passed, years of Gojo satoru’s endless training as a kid. While never pushing passed his boundaries he still managed to become quite strong. He was finally in the hands of the jujutsu world and with his arms out he fully welcomed it. It was his first day of high school in jujutsu so of course he had to be on his best behavior in his words.

“Everyone welcome your new classmate Gojo satoru.” Yaga inquired two students, Suguru Geto, and a girl named Shoko leri. “I simply hope these two won’t be useless to me…huh?” Satoru turns his head to see there are 4 desk yet only three students. He turned to Yaga with a questioning look. “Well Mr. Gojo satoru there is another student but she is late..” Yaga said with an annoyed face as if Gojo wasn’t also late.

Gojo looked at both of the students who had no care in the world only looking at their phones. He turned to look at Shoko first, she was smoking?? Unhealthy he believed. Then turned to look at Suguru, bangs…such weird looking bangs…Gojo also thought to himself before Suguru looked up at him. “Can I help you..?” Suguru asked confused and concerned why Satoru look at Suguru with a judging manner. “Your bangs are ugly dude-“ Before satoru finsihed his sentence the door slammed opened out coming a new student…you. Even through puberty hit like a bitch and made you hate life it isn’t to bad, whether you became tall or short, chubby or skinny, you still were as beautiful as a goddess to Satoru.

“Holy shit that train took longer than expected..” You said trying to catch your breath. Yaga deeply sighed as if he was a disappointed dad..”Everyone meet Y/n, she is a transfer student but she shall be respected as one of our own.” And with that you smiled while being extremely awkward. You sat down and tried to make small talk with your fellow classmates.

“Uhm Hi what’s your guys names?” You said as if you weren’t a HOUR late. Each of the three students said their name “Sup I’m Shoko..” She said trying to light her cigarette. “Well hello there~ I’m Suguru Geto. It will be pleasure to be your classmate.” He said in a gentle manner. You swear ur heart skipped a beat. “Hehehe…I am Gojo satoru. Yes yes THE Gojo of the Gojo clan, six eyes and limitless~” Gojo said in a very…well…Gojo kinda of way.

Everyone deadpanned Gojo as he only looked at you, while extremely embarrassed for him you couldn’t help but laugh at his reply. “Hahah, ohhh so you’re like a big cool boss kinda guy huh? pfhh hahah!” Gojo quickly got embarrassed and started to blush as well as explaining himself “W..WHAT!!! No! I was just saying how I am the strongest of generation!!! Do you wanna fight or something!!!” As you continue to laugh at Gojo became more red Shoko and Geto looked at eachother and just smirked. “So who’s asking who first..” Shoko betted towards Geto. “Well…we’ll just have to find out.”

And that’s how ur friend group started, on that day everything ur life would change, for the better or for the worse. A year later as you’re all second years you’re all still young and dumb, yet still strong and mature when needed. “Hey guys we should totally celebrate for the first years!” Gojo screamed as he ran over too you and you’re two loyal companions. Even after the death of Riko torn everyone and almost caused Geto to create a master genocide. Everything ended up working out, and you would finally celebrate the two first years for a job well done.

“Hey Shoko how drunk would you have to be to sleep with one of the boys?” You said as you did your make up because if something was being celebrated you had to look hot while doing it, you also wanted to finally get laid as you were never well….did it before. “Girl the world would have to end for me to even think of sleeping with them.” Shoko said while laughing. You softly shake your head before putting on ur dress and getting ur hair done. Finally was time for you to get some bitches…

The party was LOUD and when I mean loud I mean capital L-O-U-D. You walked in to see many students, you didn’t even realize there were that many. Even members of the zenin clan were there. “Ughh Shoko where are the boys at??” You said trying to not step on people while holding onto Shoko. “They’re right here silly.” She said as you turned your head to see Gojo and Suguru with matching suits on. “Glad you two could make it..” Suguru said obviously checking you both out, but Gojo’s eyes never left yours. “You look…beautiful, so beautiful and sexy..” He said blushing when he realized what he said. “I- I mean…would you like to uhm…chill in my room..?” He said with nervousness obvious in his tone. “Hehe I would love to do that! Come with me lover boy~” as you dragged him off. Shoko turns to Geto with a sly grin, “looks like you owe me $20~” She said as she grabbed a cup. “Ugh..fuck me..” Geto muttered under his breath.

Laughter could be heard as you dragged Satoru to his own room. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous already Gojo hehehe~” you said while also trying to not be nervous. “M-me?? Nervous hah! I don’t make me laugh!” He said as he grabbed you and thrown you into his room before shutting his door. He slowly started to walk towards you, nervous but shown himself as confident, it felt like the world had frozen.

You were pure red, blushing from excitement and embarrassment. You couldn’t believe it, you’ve been inlove for so long, you wanted this moment yet you were scared. You took a deep breathe as you saw him staring at you like a god would to his subjects. “W…well..Mr. Gojo the strongest…what are you gonna do-“ you were quickly cut off my gojo’s finger pressed on ur mouth, he looked up at you with love in his eyes. “It’s satoru for you. Only call me satoru..” he said before looking at you while holding ur chin waiting for your consent. With the nod of your head he began to kiss you.

It was slow and sensual at the same time soon your tounges fought for dominance which of course he won’t as his knee started to grind inbetween your legs. It was so…much you’ve never felt such pleasure nor did you know someone could give you such pleasure…well Gojo wasn’t just a someone.

“Look at you..all big talk yet you’re shaking under me, look how adorable you look~” satoru said with a smirk. You wanted to say something back before you let out a loud moan, you saw Satoru’s hands inbetween ur legs messing with your clit as he kissed and bit ur neck with his own love marks.

“N..nghh~..S..satoru~ to much AH~!” you said as he bit ur ear, “that’s doesn’t sound like to much if you’re moaning like a whore baby~” He grabbed your dress before pulling it off as he unbuckled his belt. “We gotta get you all ready for me….” He said as you were shivering trying to catch up to him. He soon pulled your panties to the side as he touched ur entrance with his long leaned finger.

Rubbing your clit while using his fingers to pleasure you as you grabbed the sheets while moaning loudly. You were sure everyone had already left yet you still wanted more. “More! Please more!” You practically screamed and he slid another finger. While it was uncomfortable at first due to the new feeling you soon couldn’t fight the pleasure it brought you.

Gojo softly laughed before looking at you in the eyes. “How bad do you want it. Beg for it.” You had no other choice. Not like you were thinking straight anyways, while people got drunk off of the achohol you got drunk off of the pleasure. “Ngh…! Please please I want you! I want you so bad please I’ll be good please~!!!” Gojo soon pulled his hand out of you, it was wet, messy, and sticky as he licked your juices off his mouth. He soon grabbed your thighs apart with a serious stare looking at you for your consent which you helplessly nodded.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He said. “Yes yes yes!! Please please give it to me!!” If you could overdoes on pleasure you might as well call yourself dead. He soon lined himself up before slowly thrusting into your body. “Ahh..fuck so…so..so fucking tight..” he said as he shoved his head into your shoulder while you silently screamed as he shoved half of his member into you.

“Ugh fuck! So full~!!!” You said moaning into his ear as he pounded into your body without an ounce of mercy. Your legs shaking as you screamed his name and smaller curses as he thrusted into you. “Please!!!please please!! Give it to me S..sa- TORU~!” He held onto you as he thrusted upwards hitting that sweet sweet sensitive spot. “Ahh…fuck taking it like a good girl.” He said as he squeezed your legs even tighter. “Ngh..! G..gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum..!” He whimpered into your ear as he scratched your back, your back arched as you feel yourself coming undone onto him. “OH FUCK~! I-I can’t to much hah~!” She screamed as she grabbed Satoru’s hair and pulled. “Almost there…gonna cum oh fuck~! Cuming cuming inside! Gonna make you a mommy and gonna- oh fuck~!”

He quickly came before almost falling ontop to you but using the last of his strength to move to the side before wrapping his arms around you. “How is it, that I’m the strongest yet I feel so weak near you..” you softly chuckle. “Because that’s what love is…and I love you…so very very much…”

The strongest, the unstoppable realized then and there that if that’s what love meant then he was devoted to you. Because not only did he feel weak around you. He felt at home. Loved. So why does it matter if you’re strong because you take all his strength with that smile of yours. “Then I love you too.” He said before kissing your head passing out with you while the party downstairs didn’t even notice you guys gone..

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archangeldyke-all · 6 months

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what about gangster reader (but pretty dangerous yk) have a conference with silco and meets sev and she just falls like (why reader so fucking sexy) and maybe reader is Dom or a switch 🫣

omg... brilliant!!!

men and minors dni

"who're we meeting with again?" you ask over your shoulder. tiny, your body guard, pulls a clipboard out from his jacket's inner pocket.

"silco. that skinny guy whose been runnin' all the shimmer down here. wants our help launderin' his money." you nod as you trudge through the streets of the undercity. tiny gives you directions to the last drop, a bar you've been to a few times before for birthday parties and shady dealings. you swing the door open, entering the empty bar.

"are we early?" you ask. tiny shakes his head no as he scopes out the bar. "you think it's a setup?" you ask. he shrugs.

"we haven't even met yet, there's no reason to set us up until they get something from us." he says. you huff.

"hello?" you call out.

"hello." a gruff voice replies. you and tiny spin around. you try to control your reaction as your eyes settle on the tall, strong woman standing before you.

"...we're looking for silco." tiny fills in for you while you try to subtly check out the woman in front of you, biting your lower lip. he elbows you in the ribs and your eyes snap up to hers.

"you're in the right place." she says to tiny. her eyes snap away from him to quickly flash up and down your body as she licks her lips. you raise an eyebrow.

"you're silco? you're much more attractive than i remember you being." you say. the woman laughs.

"sevika." she says, reaching her hand. you gladly shake it. "silco will be here in a moment. he sent me to welcome you." she leads the two of you to a corner booth. you slide in across from her, and tiny stands outside the booth.

"and what do you do around here, sevika?" you ask, eyeing the woman across from you. she huffs.

"almost everything except get credit." she grumbles. you laugh.

"that's how it was for me until my old boss died." you say with a wink. she chuckles.

"and you had nothing to do with that?" she asks. you laugh.

"you've heard the rumors?"

"hard not to." she says, shrugging. you roll your eyes.

"you'll just have to find out, won't you?" you flirt.

tiny clears his throat above the two of you, nodding over his shoulder at silco approaching the table.

the meeting goes well. silco and tiny talk numbers while you and sevika eye fuck each other across the table. once in a while she'll lean over to whisper something in silco's ear, and once in a while tiny will whisper his own questions into yours. besides those few interruptions, you and the woman keep smoldering eye contact the whole afternoon. she sucks on her cigar seductively, so in return, you inch your foot forward until your ankle is hooked behind hers.

before any final deals are made, silco asks for a moment in private to speak to sevika. you and tiny agree, and the two disappear from the booth. tiny shakes his head at you.

"what?" you ask.

"you know what." he says. you giggle. "i'm not waiting outside for you to finish this time." he grunts. you roll your eyes.

"you're a shitty body guard." you mumble. he huffs.

"you'd be dead ten times over without me." he grunts.

the four of you celebrate your new partnership with a round of drinks. tiny and silco discuss inflation while you and sevika inch closer and closer to one another as sevika shows off different functions of her mechanical arm.

"so..." you say as you walk your fingers up her forearm. she stiffens beside you. "'s silco the type of boss who lets his employees have a bit of fun? or am i gonna have to kill him to be able to get you to myself for a few minutes?" you rasp in her ear. she shudders.

"i'm free for the rest of the day." she says, stumbling out of her barstool and grabbing your hand.

"perfect." you say, laughing as sevika drags you through the bar and into a storage closet.

you push her against the shelf full of cleaning supplies and turn to close the door behind you. when you turn back around, you grin to see sevika clenching the shelf behind her, her bronze fingers digging into the wood.

"nervous?" you ask. she shrugs.

"20% nervous 80% turned on." she replies truthfully. you laugh, then attack.

sevika whimpers against you as you kiss her, your teeth sinking into her bottom lip, your hands gripping her ass and hair. her hands scramble to pull you closer to her, and you gasp as the claws of her mechanical hand pinch your hip. "take your pants off." you demand as you begin clawing at sevika's shirt, quickly popping the three buttons open. sevika quickly shimmies out of her pants and you begin biting down her neck and chest as she kicks them aside. she whines each time you nip her skin.

you bring a hand down to cup her cunt, still covered by her boxers. the fabric is hot and wet, and she gasps as she begins grinding into your palm. you pull away to observe her for a moment. "how long have you been this wet?" you whisper in her ear. she whines and buries her head against your shoulder.

"since-- shit-- since you walked in." she grunts.

you laugh. "poor baby." you whisper. she bites you in retaliation for the nickname and you press your palm against her cunt harder. she jolts. "god you're fuckin' pathetic!" you laugh. she huffs against you.

"i--"

"bet your clit's just throbbing, isn't it?" you whisper in her ear. she gasps. you tug her hair and she moans. "answer me." you say, grinning.

"yeah i--"

"yeah?"

"yes." she says. you grin, then tug her boxers off her hips, placing your hand on her bare cunt. you both groan. sevika's leaving a puddle of arousal in your hand and you just have to kiss her for it. you guide her lips to yours with your hand still tangled in her hair, licking into her mouth, groaning at the taste of whiskey and tobacco. between her legs, you start swiping your fingers up and down her wet folds. she jolts and jitters each time you flick past her clit, gasps when you tease her hole. her hands are clawing at you, drool falling down both of your chins as you kiss her through her moans dirtily.

"here, honey." you whisper, finally rubbing firm fast circles into her swollen clit. she gasps.

"oh fuck."

"you close?" you ask. she nods, her head falling back against the shelves behind her. you laugh and move your fingers from her clit, sinking two into her cunt. she groans as you begin to fuck your fingers in and out of her pussy. "oh baby, listen to how fuckin' wet you are." you groan. sevika whimpers. her pussy squelches as a ring of cream starts forming on the base of your knuckles. you sigh dreamily at the sight. a glob of cream falls to the floor beneath you and you chuckle.

"shut unh up!" sevika gasps out. you laugh and pull your fingers out of her cunt, giving it one swift smack. she jumps and you laugh. "why'd you stop?!" she whines. you smile.

"take your bra off." you say, nodding to her covered chest. you lick your fingers clean then bring your hands up to pull your shirt over your head, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your thighs. sevika moans when she sees the 7 inch cock you've been hard packing with. "thought it was stupid to wear it today-- all my meetings were with old men-- 'm so fuckin' glad i did anyways." you say as you spit onto the tip of your cock jutting out between your legs, spreading it across the head. sevika shudders, completely naked, chest and neck and cheeks flushed, her glistening clit poking out of her bushy folds. "god-- when's the last time you were fucked properly honey?" you ask. sevika huffs and rolls her eyes. you grin. "been a while huh?" you ask, bringing your hands up to caress her hips.

"shut up." she whispers. you flip her around, pressing her ass to your strap. she gasps.

"bend over." you grunt. sevika bends over, both hands bracing herself on the sides of the shelf in front of her. you tease your cock between her folds to lubricate it. her thighs shake each time you bump her clit. "fuck. you're seriously the sexiest woman i've ever seen." you whisper. sevika gasps. "how committed to silco are you?" you ask as you nudge your tip against her hole.

"what?"

"think i can convince you to leave him and come back with me? i'll pay you double of whatever he's paying for you to be naked in my bed every night." you grunt as you slowly start fucking the head of your cock in and out of sevika's tight cunt, teasing her. sevika chuckles.

"maybe. depends how good you fuck me." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her snark, smacking her ass. she moans.

"you don't think i'm fucking you good enough?" you ask.

"you haven't even put it all the way in ye-ahhhh shit!" sevika moans as you sink your cock in her with one quick thrust. you laugh at the way she's gasping for air. with one more swift smack to her ass, you start pounding into sevika, her ass jiggling against your crotch, her cum slowly dripping down onto the floor beneath you. "shit, shit, shit, just like that, please don't stop, shit!" she gasps out. you grin, reaching one hand forward to grab her tiny pony tail and pull her back into an arch.

"'s that better?" you ask. sevika groans.

"so fuckin' good, so fuckin go-o-o-o-o-d!" sevika moans out, her voice choppy with the thrust of your hips. you laugh.

"you're noisy-- i love it. didn't think you'd be noisy. your boss is right outside this door and you just don't give a fuck, do you?" you grunt out. she gasps. you wrap your free hand around her waist to rub her clit. "gonna let him hear you cum too?" you ask. sevika whimpers, her cunt squeezing around your cock. you have to thrust harder to fuck into her clenching pussy. "come on, give it to me honey." you demand.

sevika comes with a howl. she moans loud and long and shakily, gasping when her cunt starts squirting half way through her orgasm. you groan behind her, cumming from the sight of it and biting her neck. below you, a puddle grows with your thrusts. sevika is shaking in your hold as you ride out your orgasm.

with one final thrust, you release her hair and collapse against her back. she's huffing and puffing for air, her heartbeat loud in your ear where it rests on her back.

outside the supply closet, tiny clears his throat. "boss?" he asks, his voice filled with discomfort. you laugh.

"thought you said you were leaving me behind this time!" you call out. in your arms, sevika's chuckling.

"we've got another meeting in an hour." he says. you groan.

"fine. fuck off i'll be out in a minute." you say. you wait until his footsteps fade before standing up straight, releasing your hold on the woman in front of you. she grunts as your strap moves inside her. you smack her ass and pull out as she jumps. you watch in adoration as her fucked out hole clenches around nothing. "cute." you mumble. sevika groans and turns around to glare at you. you smile and kiss her lips. "you okay?" you ask her. she nods.

"can't believe you're leaving me right now. wanted to get my hands on you." she grunts out. you laugh.

"my offer still stands, you know." you say, as you begin buckling up your pants and tugging on your shirt. you reach out to steady sevika when her shaky legs nearly give out as she's trying to put her pants on. she flutters her eyelashes at you, bashfully, like she didn't just squirt on your cock. you press a kiss to her lips. "please say yes." you say. she chuckles.

"how about we start with dinner?" she whispers dreamily. you grin.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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rotdistressxox · 11 days

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Hi... can i ask a little thing?

I dont know if you do this but...

Pleaseeee can you write something about mountain x reader x aether?

I was thinking about a lil fic but choose whatever you feel inspired to do (sfw and/or nsfw, i dont care at all)

(If you dont like poly trio can be at least mounty x reader? He's a little giant puppy, i would cuddle 🥰 him all day if he was real...)

Oooo today's your lucky dayyy

A Spring's Soft Greeting

Mountain x Reader x Aether

Established relationship (Poly) No Warnings! Just lots o' fluff / kissing n stuff

The air was crisp just as it was gentle when the ministry's willow tree swayed with the breeze. Though one could still feel a chill when the wind blew, the sun was warm and comforting. Blanketing the green grass and the wildflowers as their colors reached their peak. Spring was here, finally.

Aether and Mountain had planned this day with you for weeks. They made sure the weather was perfect, even going so far as to cast a few good weather charms. The Ghouls and the Sibling's of Sin had off from their duties today, and nothing would ever get in the way of their perfect picnic Mountain and Aether had planned for you.

Aether was carrying two hefty baskets of dishes and food. A ghouls' gotta eat. Meanwhile mountain had flowers hidden behind his back. With a pep in their step, they headed over to the Willow tree where you said you'd meet them. And there you were in all your beauty.

You were sitting on a checkered blanket, sunning yourself with a hat over your face. They smiled and picked up their speed as they approached you. Though they were thinking about catching you off guard. Aether gently set down the picnic baskets, the of them got on their knees and crawled towards you. Their tails flicking in anticipation.

They sprung at you, attacking your face with kisses on both sides. "Guys!" You shouted in surprise as they sandwiched you into a hug. "Hey Love" Aether purred in your ear, his sideburns tickling your face.

"Hello my handsomes, glad you showed up" you sat up from your position, a little dazed after the sneak attack. Mountain held a bouquet of flowers under your nose. It was clearly a fresh batch, hand picked by the ghoul himself. Gasping, you give him a giant smooch on his nose and he chuckles.

The day was spent lounging on the blanket and eating whatever Aether brought along with him. Everything was perfect, down to a dot. It was moments like this that you had to take a step back and feel the world around you. Nobody made you feel as loved as Mountain and Aether did. They were similar, yet very different, and they enjoyed eachothers company as much as they do yours.

Spring was around now, which means the ghouls were as cuddly and lovey dovey as ever. Their moods changed with the seasons, and in warmer climates the ghouls certainly prospered.

With a full stomach, you rested your back on the blanket, looking at the branches of the Willow tree. The two ghouls joined you, squishing you between them. "What's up beautiful?" Mountain chimed into your thoughts, taking your hand and kissing it.

"I can't wait to go skinny dipping" Aether almost choked on his spit when you replied. "How blunt" Mountain laughed "I get to join you, right?"

"Duh!" You looked at Aether with a smirk "You're also invited if you want." The quint grinned "How could I refuse?"

With Mountain and Aether tucked into both of your sides, you couldn't help but blush. Mountain had his tail wrapped around your leg with his head next to yours. While Aether had his head resting on your stomach, his strong arms relaxed around your hips.

The quint ghoul slightly lifted your blouse and left small pecks on your stomach, and the earth ghoul decided to join in. He lightly suckled on your neck, and all of a sudden it was kinda like you had two cats giving you affection.

"So warm" Aether mumbled into your abdomen face first. "So soft" Mountain said into the skin of your nape. You massaged Aethers scalp and placed your palm on Mountain's cheek.

"You two are very touchy today" you commented, but it certainly wasn't a complaint.

Aether detatched his face "It's not our fault, you're just-" "irresistible" Mountain finished. "Took the words right outta my mouth"

You sighed "Just don't do too much, we don't want to give the others a show"

"And why not?" Aether pouted.

Mountain chuckled and rubbed the quint's head "If anyone here is needy it's you." Aether face planted back into your stomach, groaning as his tail swished around.

"Don't tell me it's that time of the year" You sat up on your elbows, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at him.

His tail fell and he looked up at you "Well-"

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #namelessghouls x reader #polyamory

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bigwishes · 1 year

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Hey man I got a wish, but not for me. My best friend is pretty small and nerdy and gets picked on by the powerlifters for it. They always say he's so small and boyish it makes me mad! I wish that he'd be able to take their strength and manliness and become the massive hairy athlete they wished they could be! But could you make him not realize it until those jocks are all drained? I want them to realize though to show them actions have consequences.

Sure we could go and do that for your friend. As far as I can tell there are 3 major bullies were dealing with here, there are a couple more but 3 main guys we can use to set an example. So why don't we get started with seeing your mate at the gym. I see your mate is a real twunk, not skinny enough to be a twink, not enough much to be a hunk, well that's all about to change. He hasn't even started lifting yet and already Trev is walking over to say hello, well you know what I mean by hello.

"Oi what up itty biddy?" Trev laughed placing his big meaty paw of a hand on your mate's shoulder

Instantly something was wrong as Trev tried to pull his hand away but couldn't.

"Alright Trev, fuck off let go" "I, I'm tryin tiny, I can't" The muscles in Trev's whole arm began to pulse and shake as veins enraged and enlarged looking like thick ropes. The movement of the muscles looked like a pumping motion headed towards his hand. Trev's body began to shrink and with each passing second he was looking less like a "big Trev" and more like some middle ages accountant. At the same time your buddy's body began to enlarge as the muscles all over his body began to inflate, but not all of the muscle from Trev flooded into your friend, some seemed to be lost in the transfer. Trev was finally able to let go, he was left standing there holding onto his clothes so they don't fall down on his tiny hairy body.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME" Trev screamed "I dunno Trev could you piss off so I can work out please"

Trev scrambled away like a rat and left your friend to his weights.

There we go, your buddy is looking much larger now, massive and strong. To the average bloke this would be a fantastic body but we aren't done just yet.

Next up we got Teddy, a guy just as big as Trev is...or rather was anyway, can't wait to see what happens to your buddy next.

"Surely that can't be you itty biddy? Its only been a week since I last saw you" "Stop calling me that shit teddy, Im tryin to work on myself, get bigger" "Well it looks like you already got bigger mate, what you on?" "Fuck off Teddy. I'm gonna get big the natural way"

Well, your friend is gonna get big in a (super)natural way. Teddy walked off to lift his own weights but he could still be seen in the corner of the gym, just in eye sight of your mate. Teddy struggled to lift his warm up weights, he was sweating bullets after just 2 reps and with every rep his body got smaller and smaller whilst you mate got bigger and bigger.

Your friend is looking ultra swole now, You can see his body begin to get tight and struggle to move with the moment he used to have, but your buddy has no idea what is going on. Lastly we have Greg, over by racks about to do the best deadlift of his life. His enormous muscled frame bent down, grabbed the bar and threw it above his head as light as a feather. As the bar passed over his body in swiped away all the strong muscle leaving skin and bones, like some magical form of a real life magnetic sketch pad eraser had been used on Gregs muscles leaving a blank slate. By the time the bar reached the top he had transformed into an inflatable strongman's toy a kid would buy at the fair.

Your friend finally saw what had happened to him in the mirror of the gyms, he smiled feeling his biceps, his pecs, he was slightly bigger than his perfect size but no one would make fun of him in the gym again, and then along came Greg's muscles.

Your buddy felt his body become tight, his skin groaned as it and the muscles beneath it expanded. He ripped off his shirt or rather obliterated it to free himself from the constricting pressure. He watched as his new defined six pack started to bubble and swell outwards into a huge roided gut. His shoulders traps and pecs began to swell up around his neck and his lost more mobility of his body with each passing second.

His enormous body continued to swell each second forcing him to get bigger and bigger. Sweat began to run down from his pits and down his sides, sweat from his neck and chest ran down his pecs and around his massive roided bloat. He groaned feeling his roid gut become tighter as more and more muscle was packed on. The three bullies began to lose all their body hair as it sprouted over your mates body. his pits were full of hair and musk and a grand stink stuck to him like glue. A puddle of sweat had formed under his ridiculous frame.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME" you mate yelled before he had a chance to assess his body that consisted of the muscle of 3 seasoned powerlifters along with all the muscle the 3 of them still would have earned in a few years, people began to notice him, some even began to giggle and laugh at how his muscled ass had began to split his gym shorts.

Your friend began to move as fast as he could, waddling out of the gym leaving a river of sweat behind him.

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Well there you have it mate, no one is gonna laugh at him for being small ever again, but he's probably got a few new worries other than being embarrassed at the gym. You are such a great friend wishing to give your friend a perfectly massive body like this, maybe I should reward you and make you twice as big for being so generous... Who would complain having their muscles blown up like that, I know I wouldn't.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #reality change #tf story #gay transformation #muscle morph #transformation

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zorosleftmantit101 · 1 year

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Law x Reader

Law and order

Law x gn reader

A/N: Laws a cootie patootie but i’d peg him

C/W: swearing, corny, spelling mistakes, unedited.

The day was slow and quiet. You sat at the front desk of the bookstore, sipping your tea, watching the clouds roll over the setting sun. Lost in thought, you barely noticed the chime at the door alerting you to a new customer. Your attention drew to the man that had entered the store. He was tall and skinny, with a coat over his broad shoulders and black hair that framed his tan face. Sharp features and strong arms complimented his physique. You felt the air stolen from your lungs as his gaze locked with yours feeling heat crawl up your cheeks.

The man walked towards you, placing a rather large sword beside him, dragging you out of your trance he spoke up. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have a book called 'Atlas of advanced surgery' by any chance?" His voice was deep and flat, seeming almost uninterested. Shooting out of your seat, you flush at your enthusiasm to help the handsome stranger. "I um," walking out from behind the desk, you beckoned him to follow you. "I'm not 100 per cent sure if we have the exact copy you're looking for." You whispered, "majority of our educational books get donated to local schools."

Taking a turn with him still trailing behind you, you walk down a collum of books. "though I believe," you reached up to pick a book off the shelf you stopped at. "here we are "Atlas of advanced surgery'" you handed the book to him with a smile. His eyebrows razed with a smirk at your enthusiasm taking the books from your hand. "Thank you my name is Trafalgar Law or just Law," he spoke, sticking out a hand. Grabbing it, you shook it firmly, looking up at him. "I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you."

Pacing back and forth through the his office, Law dragged his hands down his face. Law felt like he was about to do something dumb in fact, he KNEW he was about to do something dumb. Flopping into his chair, he groaned in thought. Since Law had seen you at the book store, he was utterly infatuated with you. From the way you jumped up sp quickly to help him to the way you glanced behind you with pink dusting your cheeks. You where so jittery, yet he couldn't get enough.

Law and his crew where ment to leave immediatly after grabbing the book he needed, but he just couldn't. He told the crew he couldn't find it and he needed another day to search, explaing they might as well dock and resupply. Confussed because the crew had only just resupplied on the previouse island. They decided to think nothing of it.

Standing from his seat, Law trugged out of his office, the door closing behind him with a bang. The crew watched quizickaly from their seats as their captain stormed back into town. "Thats a man on a mission if i've ever seen one" Sachi muttered to penguin.

You had just walked out of the book store when Law caught up to you, calling your name you turned around to see who was calling. Your face heated up seeing Law back so soon. Law had discarded his coat now with what looked to be more casual clothings. "Oh, hello Law, um, long time no see I-" clasping his hand in yours, he cut you off, looking you dead in the eye. "Please join my crew."

The polar tang had resurfaced around an hour ago, opting to glide at the surface so everyone could get some fresh air. I walked out onto the deck feeling the midnight breeze blow all my worries away. It had been a few months since Law had asked me to join the crew, I had settled in well, enjoying the company and the job itself. Being Laws assistant wasn't easy but it certainly wasn't hard, the most challenging part was probably keeping myself calm when I feel his eyes rake over me. His stupid, gorgeous, sexy, fucking eyes.

Sitting on the railing, I dangled my feet off the side, looking at the stars above. Light drops of rain kissed my face as I felt the Seabreeze brush my skin. "Shouldn't sit up there, might fall in," A flat voice called. I already knew it was Law his voice had a distinct 'kill me please' tone.

"I appreciate the concern Captain, but I'm very comfortable," I replied looking over my shoulder at him. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes raked over him. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, tattoos adorning his chest and torso. His sweatpants were just a little too low, not that I minded.

"Y/N, your eyes are very explorative today" Law mussed a shit-eating smirk on his face.

The asshole knew he was sexy.

Turning away so quickly, I nearly got whiplash, my eyes trained onto the sea below.

"Not my fault I'm not the one walking around half-naked," I murmured sneaking another glance. Bad idea, he was a lot closer now his chest mere inches from my back and his warm breath fanning against my neck. A shiver ran up my spine and a gasp left my lips when I felt one of his arms snake around my waist. "mmm I really, really don't want you falling in" he whispered against me.

Turning to look at his face, he was so close "I- I just wanted to get a good look at the sky," I splurted out, finally ripping my gaze away from him looking back to the stars still gleaming brilliantly. His head dropped to my shoulder breathing into my neck, "mm your warm" he mumbled looking to the stars with me, "really?" I whispered in reply looking towards him again. His gaze turned to me, then dropped to my lips eyes dilating with curiosity. "Yes, really, everything about you is warm and I appreciate that." Blush dusted my checks and I wasted no time in leaning down to engulf his lips in mine leaning into his embrace as his other arm pulled me off the railing and into his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist deepening the kiss. Law's tongue melted with mine sucking on my bottom lip as I pulled away for air "shit Y/N I've wanted to kiss you since I saw you sitting in that bookstore," Law heaved leaving open-mouth kisses along my neck. Pulling away Law rested his head on my shoulder again, the rain was picking up now. "Law, I really like you." I murmured too embarrassed to look at him.

he snorted before looking up at me "Well I would hope so, after all I did just kiss you." He laughed. "Your an ideot," I sighed, leaning back into his warm embrace.

EW CORNY BLUAGH *THROWS UP VILONTLY* anyway finally working on these fucking matchups

#zorosleftmantit #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece funny #one piece headcanons #headcanon #one piece x you #crack post #shitpost #law x reader #x reader #law #law headcanons #law one piece #law op #trafalgar law

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localpieceofshitgirl · 4 months

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bandmemberkonig! x reader

a/n: this is like younger konig😁

(I HAVENT POSTED IN FOREVER😭😭 im so sorrryyyyy i’ve been lacking in motivation lately but she’s coming back!)

warnings: fluff. zero smut none nada. fem reader! konig is a cutie little shy boy who is respectful

god why did you let her drag you to these things, you thought as you walked into the dingy bar. it smelled like old spice and cheap cologne, every girls favorite smell!

she said there was a band playing that you would like, they were small. she said they would do covers and some original songs. they weren’t bad, they actually did some covers of your favorites. yet you weren’t keen on going out tonight. “they’ll be out any minute now!” your good friend emilia, who brought you here, ecstatically said. you smiled softly, happy to see her so excited for this small band. suddenly they came out onto stage, 4 awkward men. the singer seemed to be a skinny, tall, and, pale guy. stereotypical, you thought. the drummer was shorter pretty decent looking. you were analyzing the drummer when you noticed, him. tall, too tall. so strong and so..mysterious. he walked out shyly, what seemed to be a bass in hand. he was so big but his demeanor and aura seemed so different.“hello? did you hear anything i just said?” emilia laughed. “oh um- yea sorry..” you chuckled.

the band had started, you were already entranced by this mysterious guitar player and he seemed to feel the same way, shooting glances at you the whole show making you turn beet red. they weren’t that bad, actually you would probably listen to them more later. you tried to focus on the music but that goddamn guitar player.

after the show you and emilia decided you would get a drink or two. as you were sipping on your beer you saw him again. that tall, handsome, man walking towards you. you thought you would have a heart attack. “ ah..hello.” he spoke quietly, god, for such a large man he was shy. you also noticed a european accent, it was so enticing. you smiled up at him “hi..uhm…you all did amazing.” you stammered up at him. he chuckled, looking down at his feet sheepishly. “thank you..uhm you look amazing by the way..” he said softly, his eyes darting all over you and whatever was behind you nervously. you smiled, “gosh…thank you um whats your name..?” you asked sitting down at the bar, gesturing him to do the same.

after you both got introduced and got a couple drinks in you you decided to go home with him.

his car was sleek, surprisingly nice and tidy. you had clearly more drinks then him… he helped you into the car as you stumbled drunkenly. “you’re so nice konig…it’s so nice..” you mumbled in the car. “thanks…i’ll take you home where do you live?” he asked softly. you placed a hand on his forearm, signaling to more..sexual activity. “let’s go back to yours..?” you said softly. he looked down at your hand nervously, removing it softly. “you-…you’re drunk…we cannot.” he whispered, beginning to drive..

luckily nothing to wild happened that night. you both slept at his house in bed. but…you did get his number..;)

#fanfic #call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #cod mw2 #konig cod #call of duty fanfic #ilovehim

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severussnapeconfessions · 6 months

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I need an adorable scenario where one day the reader and Severus go hitch-hiking and skinny dipping in the woods . picture something like this : https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1124281494456584795/ & https://www.pinterest.com/pin/703756186337112/ then when it's time to go . They have to walk a slightly long distance back to reader's house and Severus legs get tired so , reader offers him a piggy ride and at first he says no but , then he's like he's okay , fine. when they reach reader's house her and Severus change into some comfortable pajamas and snuggle up on the couch while listening to sweater weather by the neighborhood .

Here it goes, The broken English is impossibly strong today so I apologize in advance. I'll try my best.

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If someone told Severus he would actually enjoy a day of his summer break, he wouldn't have believed them. But fate had reserved that particular feat for one of his last few days before returning to Hogwarts.

As usual, to avoid being stuck in the same house as Eileen and Tobias, Severus took long walks. Not really to empty his mind, but to fill it with everything else that surrounded him and contemplating on the most various subjects. He wasn't the most talkative type of person, but if someone smiled at him or greeted him with a 'Good morning' or 'Quite hot heh?' he'd smile back, reply or engage briefly in the conversation.

The last days of summer started off crisp and fresh, incredibly hot in the afternoons, and by the time he was heading home he always regretted not having brought a coat.

One of his habits was to head towards the high hilltop that had a particular unperturbed view of the lake and find the warmest spot on the floor that wasn't covered with mud. He'd settle usually on top of some rocks, sprawl himself over them and eat his lunch.

Severus had prepared a sandwich for his lunch that consisted in just two slices of bread with some butter spread thinly in the middle, and a bottle of cold tea. Not that he was fond of butter, but there wasn't really anything else available and it was better than dry hard bread.

"Hi!" he heard someone say behind him. Immediately he jerked his head around to the source of the sound, and relaxed once he saw who it was.

You weren't always there, but on occasion you'd spend a week of your summer holidays with your relatives and meet Severus by the lake. Even though you did not speak much until now, you kept each other company at a reasonable distance. Today, however, you have decided to speak to him.

"Hello." Severus replied, taking another bite of his sandwich and returning his gaze towards the lake.

"May I interest you on a hike?" you asked, still behind him.

Severus sighed, slightly annoyed that his peace was being perturbed, but he looked up at you and studied your face before answering.

"I doubt you will show me anything I haven't seen yet." he said.

"Wanna bet?" you asked

"No, I couldn't pay the debt off." he admonished, sighing and taking a swig of tea, wrapping up his leftover dull bread and pocketing it. He got up, a knee cracked and you giggled. He shot you a look that didn't give room for further giggling on his expense, but when you forced yourself to stop, he smirked.

"May I know your name at least, before you murder me?" he asked, extending his hand. "I'm Severus."

You took his hand and smiled broadly.

"I'm Y/N. Let's go that way. Do you know how to swim?"

"I don't, so my death will be by drowning. I could think of worse ways."

You swatted at his arm and pulled him to keep up with your pace.

"You're not going to die, it would just be way more fun if you knew. We have to go though the old road and descend through the picked fence. The one with the 'Beware of the dog' signs. Do you know where it is?" you asked, crackling a twig and listening to Severus tripping over the same twig behind you.

"I know where it is, but I have never crossed the fence. It is private property."

"It's abandoned. Not private." you said, devilishly.

When you've reached the picked fence, Severus offers to kick the opening further so that you can both crawl underneath a loose board.

You keep descending in small steps, through slippery mud, oily leaves and loose rocks, sweaty brows and heavy rapid breathings in succession. 'Careful here' , 'careful there' until you both finally reach the bank.

The view takes Severus' breath away, he is astonished to be this close to the bank. and he immediately starts taking off his shoes.

You smile at him, from ear to ear and begin doing the same, but taking off more clothing in a speed that Severus can't keep up.

To his shock, as quick as the Hogwarts express, you stormed running madly past him, woo'ing so loud it echoed, and the only thing he could register was the nakedness of you, how your hair bounced and the carelessness and freedom that you must be feeling.

For what felt like forever, he allowed his own smile to broaden and he took his own clothes off, feeling mortified for a moment before removing his underwear.

You were already swimming in the water, dipping, floating, charging up and down, right and left, gasping for air from time to time... and Severus felt encouraged. Swallowing heavily he removed the last bit of clothing and before his courage faltered, he walked towards you, trying to cover his bits lamely with both his hands.

"Get in, if you do it quickly it won't be as cold." you said, motioning him towards you with a waving hand.

"I don't know how to swim, but right now I envy you very much." he said, blushing to the roots, his knees already covered by water. He hissed when the cold water touched his mid section, and he was thankful she was happily swimming and too distracted to have noticed it.

"I'll show you how to not die." you said, appearing suddenly before him from underwater.

Severus yelped but relaxed visibly, feeling rocks beneath his feet, inhaling sharply and dunking fully in the crisp water.

He emerged again, gasping for air and smiling at you.

You tell him that the secret is to always keep your legs batting away, and after some hours of practice, you manage to actually teach him how to not drown in still waters.

Severus was knackered by the time both of you agreed to get out of the water, cold seeping through your bones and the sun starting to disappear.

"I think we should go to my place and warm up a bit. We will get you home afterwards but we're further away from yours than mine. Can you walk?" you asked, seeing that he was struggling to keep his balance to dress his pants.

"Of course I can." Severus said defensively.

Twenty minutes have passed and Severus was starting to get behind.

"It looks like you can't after all, huh?" you teased

"I can, but my legs seem to disagree. It is your fault, with all that leg battering." he pursed his lip in a mocking way, pitching his voice higher to mimic hers. "You have to beat both , have you ever seen anyone swim at all?"

"Shut up you prat. And the answer to that is no, you mustn't have. The best I can offer you is a piggy back."

"You couldn't take my weight." he said

"Yes I can. My brother is twice your size and I've carried him for 500 meters last week"

"Why?" Severus expression was of pure disbelief.

"I lost a bet!" you said, grinning, stealing a chuckle from Severus and presenting your back "Hop on. I'll grab your legs."

Severus eyed you and smiled at your back, not believing that it was actually going to happen. His leg wobbled again, and with a sigh he climbed on. You grabbed his shins and supported him with grace.

"You're so light! Really I could just carry you around everywhere!"

Severus laughed and clicked his tongue, at the same time he kicked you briefly on the side of your thigh.

"Let's see how you trot" he mocked, hugging you for balance.

Both eventually arrived at your place, frozen and trembling, and you deposited Severus effortlessly on the ground. Quickly you turned on the heater and began fumbling in the closet for some clothes.

"We need to warm up a bit before heading towards your house. Dress this sweater, and I know it's a pajama but it's really warm." you extended it to Severus and he took it, pushing it rapidly down his head and his arms. He looked around the room. There was a record player and a collection of vinyl records.

"May I see it?" Severus asked, walking towards the record player.

"Yeah sure, I don't remember if I left any record in it, suit yourself."

Curious to discover what you have been listening to, Severus flicked the player on and placed the needle on top of the record.

"'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater"

He smiled and sat on the couch, and quickly you joined him, shifting closer and closer, singing along to the song. You rest your head on his shoulder and Severus instinctively surrounds your body with his arm, pushing your head to rest comfortably over his chest. Both of you relax into the warmth and comfort of the couch and of each other.

Finite.

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#severus snape #snape confessions #severus x reader

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alolanrain · 1 year

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🅱️lease more of the A/B/O headcanons, I am BEGGING you

and you shall receive, though I'm still on my old people shtick. I also focused a lot on the fangs this time around. slightly nsfw so I'm putting it under a read more.

Lt. Surge- oh fuck me, am I right?

\ is actually a Beta but EVERYONE assumes he's an Alpha. he's got the trade mark anger and cockiness of one but in reality he's just a veteran happy to whoop some kids ass's and get paid for it.

\ very big dad energy to his Gym Trainers and will get all growly if their hurt or sick. though they don't get sick as often as they get hurt by the electric types around the gym.

\ his instinct are stronger then the normal person's so he's totally bit a Pokémon back when he was younger and now his mouth is filled with electrical burns/wounds. if he sticks his tongue out it looks like an Ariados web of raised wounds. he's not a fan of crunching down on hard things and it sucks because he was an ice muncher, still is in his heart but now he has to actually suck on the cubs - it helps keeps his patience in check sometimes because his mouth would be full and he can't speak.

Koga - I hate you yet I also adore you, in a way

\ an Omega but acts like an Alpha but a lot of the older league members know because of the Slick Incident of 94.

\ prefers to be chased by possible bed partners instead of being the chaser, but there's a few people he'd chase for if given the chance.

\ really REALLY tiny fangs, even for an Omega and got made fun of it during childhood and early adult hood. so now he has these teeth cap things that make it seem his canines are longer.

Clair - hello, hello

\ Alpha but acts more like a Beta and even submissive like an Omega behind close doors. it's almost natural for her since she grew up in Lance's shadow and was expected to present as a Beta at most.

\ she prefers more dominate Omega's as bed partners and would sometimes actively seek out Omega's that were taller then her. gender doesn't matter to her as long as the partner is just more dominant. in the end those people actually become her friends a lot of times afterwards and it's nice.

\ very long and skinny fangs and her parents kept taking her to the doctor in the Blackthorne City to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. nothing way, the teeth just naturally grew like that.

Lance - ya old ginger fuck

\ Omega and hates it. became both Johto and Kanto's champion just to prove his parents wrong after calling him worthless.

\ chunky semi short fangs and he teethed a lot while growing up and still continues to teeth to this day. the E4 of both regions have gotten him plenty of those chewing stims as little gifts during the holidays or when he's super stressful near the ending of the League's seasons. his favorite are the crystal shape ones that are a bit more tougher then the usual squishy rubber.

\ likes to fight his bed partners and be pressed into the bed, genuinely doesn't want the control in the end and it feels nice to him when it's stripped away. this means he's very particular about his partners and also wants someone bigger then him, though if their really strong then body size doesn't matter.

Brawly - lemme see those gains-PFT

\ above average Alpha for the Hoenn region, it helps that he's training almost every day and is on top of what his body needs food wise and focusing on what's missing like calcium or other vitamins.

\ very spry and energetic and acts like a puppy, this leads to Wallace and Steven in keeping an eye on him during league parties and gala's Brawly attends because he can get worked up really fast.

\ unlike most Hoenn Alpha's that seek their pleasure, Brawly almost exclusively gives. he doesn't mind receiving but prefers his partners to be the canter of the attention for most of the night.

#gym leader brawly #champion lance #gym leader clair #gym leader koga #a/b/o headcanon #lt surge #i think i did surge last night but I'm to tired to care

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memurfevur-archive · 1 year

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Skinny Love

Character(s): Omnius Dioxal, Kulsot Amrida (@contrastparadoxx), Liahne Zaleae, brief mention of Stygia Astera (@whispertrolls)

About: Liahne finally seizes her chance to end it all with Omnius, but things don't go exactly as planned.

CW: blood, graphic depictions of violence, character death

Word Count: 3,764

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It almost felt like a stroke of divine luck when Liahne had happened upon the billboard. For so long her enemy had been under her nose, hidden in plain sight. Frustration bit at her. His bright teal eyes mocked her, mocked everyone who walked by it on this busy street: an advertisement demanding attention, a charming smile that felt genuine and warm. He could fool anyone. He had fooled her once, long ago.

She closed her eyes and committed the bold letters of his firm to memory. It was not the only memory that echoed in her head; she remembered Omnius' warm embrace and the feel of his stubble tickling her cheek. She remembered laying her head on his chest and him kissing her horns or the top of her head. That aged cinnamon aftershave and the laugh marks at the corner of his eyes, his hair only beginning to pepper in white. Her heart twisted; those details had once brought her a feeling of safety, but the truth had long soiled it. It shouldn't have been Omnius' arms that held her. She had been blind; she believed a lie, and Rutaci had paid for it.

Liahne ducked herself into a quiet alley and away from the sounds of a bustling cityscape. She didn’t see the numbers dialed into her phone, and she could barely hear the line connecting when she brought the device to her ear. Every second was a slow heartbeat. Her palms began to sweat, causing her to idly wipe them on her jeans. It couldn’t be this easy, not after so long…

“Good evening. You’ve reached Triumph Law, Dioxal’s office– Mr. Amrida speaking. What can we do for you today?” The voice was soft yet strong, clear and cheerful. Liahne couldn’t imagine anyone sounding happy to work for Omnius.

That voice. It felt familiar, but… no, she was anticipating someone else. The only Amrida she knew would not be here in her enemy’s office, but off baking his heart out with a smile in a small town miles from here. “Is Mr. Dioxal in the office?” Liahne’s voice was low and barely above a whisper. It felt like superstition; say his name too loudly, and he will come with seven sweeps of bad luck. “I need to speak to him.”

“He is about to leave for lunch, but I can take a message. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Please,” her voice cracked. She cleared her throat, tried again, but didn’t feel as confident as she tried to be. “Please, it’s urgent.”

There was a moment of silence– hesitance. Liahne closed her eyes, trying to gather her nerves. She could hear the secretary shuffle on the other end, and then, “One moment, please.” It was the longest “one moment” of her life. Her hand began to shake, and her throat threatened to close as tears lurked behind her eyes. She found herself murmuring softly, too soft for the phone to pick up, little pleas that she was too late. That she would not be able to contact Omnius. That she never will– not without a knife in his gut.

A voice sounded on the other end, “Dioxal speaking.”

The world stood still, frozen in monochrome memories and acidic anxieties. Her breath shook like trees in the wind, and a concentrated headache was starting to take hold from her struggling effort to resist an audible cry. This had been the first she had heard his voice for several sweeps. Too many sweeps. She wanted to scream at him, ask him why, but fearful familiarity stunned her to silence. She listened to her killer’s probing hello’s trying to gauge if his client was still on the line. She would never give him that satisfaction, though not by her own choice. She had found him at last, with a plastic smile on a plastic sign in a blind city. Before long, the call was cut; he had hung up on her for wasting his time. She wiped the tears off her face and pocketed the phone.

It was at that moment that Liahne resolved this for herself; she couldn’t let Rutaci know about this. She owed it to him; she had ruined his life, and all he ever did was love her. Liahne swallowed a lump in her throat and bit back the tears that threatened to sting her eyes. She had let him go, and even now he continues to support her– from a distance, of course. He would never trust her again, not to that extent. They’re acquaintances, not friends, not lovers. She knew he was still hurting over her. No matter how many sweeps have passed, there will always be cracks in the canyon between them; a canyon void of water and natural beauty that once made it theirs to explore. Now, their exchanges were made through nothing more than vast empty space. The sun over the canyon was scorching them and burning them alive. At the very least, Liahne thought, she could allow herself to burn alone and keep him in the safety of the shadows.

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Everyone else had gone home for the day, save for two. While the building was empty Omnius had thought to reward Kulsot for his work, and having no patience to get home the two stayed later than one might anticipate. The rush of heat and intimacy was a nice bonus, he thought, to the paycheck they had received that night. Everybody likes bonuses on their paydays.

A satisfied smirk stretched Omnius’ lips as he fastened his belt, and his bright teal eyes looked to his giggling matesprit with a level of love and compassion he had not felt for anyone else in a long, long time. He leaned in and kissed his secretary on the lips briefly.

“I’ll meet you in the car, my prince. Oh, and don’t worry about dinner today; I’ll take care of it while you shower.” His treat. Afterwards, the two would sit on the couch with their daughter to watch the morning programs until Soliel was tired enough for bed. Then Omnius would carry her to her room, check for monsters in her closet, and read her a story from her favorite book. His favorite part comes when he would kiss her forehead, and subtly whisper to the ghost of his childhood moirail, telling them both to sleep well and that he would drive his daughter to school in the dusk. It would be a perfect night, one he’s learned to embrace as softly as he had learned to embrace Kulsot.

The aforementioned Mutantblood slipped on his jacket with a smile on his face. After becoming fully dressed and checking himself over for any traces of the sins he and his matesprit had committed, he gathered his belongings and slipped out the door.

The building itself was rather large, hosting a number of legislacerators who either needed a company to work for or needed to rent an office to work in. Omnius was a special case; technically, he owned part of the firm, and in the cut-throat world of Alternia, his alter ego allowed him to keep the business safely and easily. He’d become a well established man, and the building reflected that with carpeted floors and milky walls reflecting marble pillars. Omnius did not design the building, but he did well in making sure it was presentable and comfortable for himself and his colleagues– and if it wasn’t for their pleasure, then it was for his diabetic rival.

Kulsot hummed as he took in the sights; for all that it was worth, he knew his matesprit to be passionate– it was a prideful feeling that resonated deep within him to see his matesprit’s hard work everywhere. It made him feel safe and secure, like nothing could touch them.

The elevator ride to the parking garage was thankfully short. The lot was nearly empty, save for a car or two including Omnius’. Though Kulsot walked this path many times before, he couldn’t help but be wary alone in places like this. The clicking of his heels against the cold pavement brought some comfort, enough to pacify him on his walk to the car. A glossy silver Coupe of the previous (but not too far) century, it was a brand that Kulsot recognized only because the rich and powerful liked to flaunt it. The specifics of its appeal were lost to him, but he could appreciate its aesthetic at least. He hooked a hand around the handle, but paused when he saw a reflection of a shadow flitting behind him. He twisted around, eyes wide, only to catch the sight and sound of the exit door clicking shut.

The shadow glided up a few flights of stairs, deliberate and quick. She quickly glanced down at the slip of paper in her hand noting the wing and office number that belonged to Omnius, then tucked it away in her back pocket. A wistful, anxious sigh, and blood roaring in her ears. So close. She was so close. Just a little further now, and it will all end. Liahne thumbed her knife hilt’s texture. A quick and easy kill, just as he had done to her.

Her ear flicked at the sound of the exit door opening and closing. Holding her breath, she ducked into a nook between the stairs and the wall which concealed her from view. “Hello,” she heard the voice echo through the stairwell. “Hello, is anyone here?” She heard the click-clicking of dress shoes on the stairs and cursed under her breath. She leaped forward and pushed herself into the landing’s door that led to the third floor, then side stepped and pressed herself against the wall right beside it. This had gained the secretary’s attention, and just as he rushed past the threshold he choked out in surprise when he was suddenly grabbed with a hand over his mouth and a knife to his throat. This was not without struggle, however; the Mutant was much stronger than he looked in ways very familiar to her.

“Stop it,” she hissed. “Stop! I don’t want to hurt you. Do you work for Dioxal?” Kulsot paused, glared at her, but then fell limp in surprise when recognition flooded his gaze. Liahne’s heart lurched into her throat. It couldn’t be… “Kulsot, you work for Omnius?” There was no masking the hurt in her voice, though it prompted a nod from the other.

“Kulsot are … you his matesprit?” She had read about it from somewhere, a tabloid, trying to juice this as a scandalous affair when there was none. She was met with another, though more hesitant, nod. Sympathy pierced through Liahne’s chest; the chances that Omnius was only using him were likely. She wondered briefly if Omnius had Kulsot working for him just to keep an eye on him, just like how he used to court her to keep her away from his secrets. “Then, I’m sorry. You’re not the one I have beef with.”

She relaxed her stance, only for Kulsot to push against her with an aggravated hiss and elongated fangs. Instinctively she returned the gesture; she hadn’t expected him to be a rainbow drinker– when did he die? Who killed him? Memories flashed before her, of the sweet little Kulsot in that sweet little bakery, laughing with his brother and her beloved Rutaci far before this; far before the Tealblooded snake made his name known.

This would make things harder. It broke her heart, but she knew what she had to do; she dropped into a combat stance, knife at the ready. But before she could act, Kulsot spoke, “Wait!”

Liahne wanted to move, to grab him, to silence him, but she found herself glued to where she stood. Frustration boiled within her; of course. This must be why Omnius kept him close: to have his own little bodyguard with a silver tongue. Did Rutaci know?

“What are you doing here?” She could see the confusion pooling in his unnervingly bright red eyes. She remembered making him special foods and drinks for his dietary needs. She remembered staying up late smiling and watching Kulsot and Rutaci talking, laughing, as if there could never be any trouble in the world that could tear them apart. She had made Kulsot and Wander gifts, little plush toys and flower arrangements for the bakery. He had been her friend just as much as he had been Rutaci’s. And now, here she was, where moments ago she had pressed a knife to his throat.

“He’s not who you think he is,” Liahne said, her voice almost pleading. Kulsot’s shoulders slumped as the puzzle pieces began to click into place. Of course; Rutaci knew Omnius, it would only make sense Liahne had known him, too.

“Oh, I know; that has never been an issue. But, you? This isn’t you.”

“I can’t afford to be me, not anymore,” she closed her eyes, remorse flooding through her. “You’ll understand, I’ll explain later. I need to see Omnius.”

Kulsot’s brows furrowed, “What for?” Liahne could not bring herself to answer that. Kulsot took several steps closer, his volume dropping, and worry hinting at the edges of his voice. “Liahne, when did you… Is Rutaci okay–”

He was abruptly silenced when her blade went into his abdomen, and her hand covered his mouth. His eyes went round and wide, shock and betrayal painting his features.

Liahne choked back her tears and kissed Kulsot’s forehead, “I’m so sorry; please forgive me, Kully.” With one quick, fluid movement, she brought the knife to his throat and pressed in, slicing deep.

To a mortal, this would surely kill them; but to a rainbow drinker, it would only incapacitate him for a few hours– or more. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying as she watched her friend crumple to the ground, holding his throat, gasping for air and throwing accusatory questions her way. …Why? Why? Why? Liquid emerald escaped down her cheeks; she hurriedly wiped them away and turned her back.

Omnius’ office was just down the hall on the left. Nerves left her hand trembling on the doorknob, her breaths nothing more than shaky hiccups. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just supposed to be Omnius. “Get yourself together,” she hissed, “It’s now, or never at all.”

Liahne pushed herself into the office. It was small and cozy; Kulsot’s desk sat at the far side of the room, papers neatly stacked, and even the sticky notes and pencils were well organized. Liahne trailed a finger along the neat wooden desk, her heart dropping when she saw a framed picture of Kulsot with Omnius and some kid. She picked it up, studying their faces; Kulsot had made a life for himself. Omnius had made a life for himself. But that can’t be true… Omnius would never….

“Oh, hello, I’m sorry to inform you but the office is–” Liahne whirled around, heart racing. In front of her in the doorway was the man she had been hunting down all these sweeps. He looked much older than she remembered him; laugh marks made his eyes crinkle, and his head held a lot more silver hairs. She could see him calculating while his eyes were locked on her. He hadn’t expected to ever see her again, not after he had left her for dead. “--closed,” he finished slowly. It was satisfying, almost, to see him like a deer in the headlights of a car.

“Hello, Omnius.”

“Liahne.” His gaze flickered over her form, her clothes, and the bright red blood that was splattered on her. “Where’s Kulsot?”

“I’m not here for him.”

“I know you’re not bloody here for him; where is he?”

“He’ll be okay.”

“What did you do?” Panic. She hadn’t expected to hear panic in his voice so quickly. Had he actually cared for him? For Kulsot? For the pretty boy with powerful controlling psionics Omnius could exploit and manipulate? No. Not Omnius. Omnius didn’t have a heart for that. He’s a monster who would never know love. Instead of answering him, she held her dagger firmly in her hands, and lunged.

The two collided against the wall, grappling with each other; Omnius held Liahne’s wrists, trying to keep her from digging that blade deep into his heart. Though even as the point of the knife demanding the most attention in the room, he couldn’t stop thinking about Kulsot. What did Liahne do? How badly hurt was he? Omnius felt weak at all the possibilities; he had to survive this. He had to find Kulsot. He had to help him. He pushed against Liahne, headbutting her head and knocking her back onto Kulsot’s desk.

Stepping forward to grab Liahne, she quickly recovered and lashed out, cutting his arm. She kept up her flurry, lurching forward to slice at his arms and sides, but Omnius picked up a heavy porcelain figure from a display table and hit her across the head. Liahne stumbled backward, but was not deterred. When he went to smash her again, she kicked him in the stomach, knocking the breath from his body and giving her an opening to act further.

She grappled the lawyer and shoved her knife deep into his stomach, unconsciously mirroring the wound he had dealt her long ago. In, out, in, out; she stabbed him as many times as she could, and Omnius cried out at every single strike. Teal blood soaked through his clothes and splattered to the floor leaving dark stains on the carpet.

“This is for Stygia,” she twisted the knife in his gut. “This is for her kid,” she kneed him in his bloodied abdomen. “This is for me, and most of all, this is for Rutaci!” One final push, and she shoved him to the floor.

Omnius gasped, choking, coughing out blood and bile before falling limp. Still. Silent. Liahne glared down at him, then proceeded to kick him in the ribs. When he didn’t react, she felt satisfied with her work and the knife dropped to the floor. She wiped the little bit of blood from her cut lip and spat at the ground next to Omnius. “Rot in hell, honey.”

Easy. Pathetic. Hard, mind-blistering work for all these sweeps, and this was the end? So many nights stewing in the pain of past traumas, and all it took was this? Liahne was surprised to find disappointment pooling where relief should be, but it didn’t matter. She did her job. She avenged Rutaci. Everyone would be safe. Liahne turned to leave without a backward glance– that is, but a familiar ghost appeared with wide eyes and a frazzled expression.

“Stygia? Stygia, we did it–”

“Liahne, look out!!”

Hot pain shot through the back of her ankle, and she found herself collapsing to the floor. Rolling over onto her back, her eyes widened as Omnius loomed over her, eyes tinted red. With the hilt of her knife, he clobbered the side of her head. A loud ringing echoed in her ears as she tried to fight back against him, though this soon proved fruitless; he delivered another blow, this time to her jaw. There was a loud crack upon impact, and Liahne groaned. Another hit, and she realized suddenly she couldn’t see.

“S-Stygia!”

“Shut up!” Omnius’ voice was nothing but a monstrous growl, sounding nothing remotely Trollian. He coughed, blood landing on Liahne’s face. “Shut up! Oh, I should have made sure you stayed dead you wretched bitch!” His hands wrapped around Liahne’s throat and began to squeeze as much as he could. “What did you do to Kulsot?!” Of course, she could not answer. He smacked her face, and began to bash her head against the carpet, which was thin and did not entirely soften the hard floor beneath it. “If he’s fucking dead, IF HE’S FUCKING DEAD.”

“N-No–”

“SHUT UP!”

She clawed at his arms, cried for breath, cried for Stygia, but her voice held no power. Grabbing her knife once again, Omnius let go of her throat and lifted it high above his head. It went in too easy, like a hot knife to butter; a rageful blade to the heart. He twisted it far and deep, her hot blood washing over his hands. He was shaking, snarling, no more than a beast as Liahne choked out her final breaths. He felt her heartbeats slow quickly, letting out a triumphant groan when he finally felt it pull to a stop. This, he knew, would stop her entirely. Nothing can live without a heart.

Exhausted, he pulled himself up and leaned heavily against the wall, smearing Jade and Teal blood all over the expensive wallpaper. He clutched his side as he tried to regain his breath and bearings. He limped around Liahne’s body and nearly fell onto the door that led out into the hallway. He leaned on it, letting the swing of the hinges guide him out into the hallway. “Kulsot!” His voice was weak and cracked, pained, “Kulsot, where are you?!” His gaze landed on a black, white, and red body at the far side of the hall. Whimpers escaped his throat as he lost his strength and fell on his knees, dragging himself to Kulsot’s body. “No no no, not again, not again, please…” He picked Kulsot’s body up in his arms, noticing the slit throat. Ice cold panic flooded his veins; Omnius put his ear to Kulsot’s chest, listening for …

“Thank you,” Omnius sobbed, clinging Kulsot tight to him, “Oh goddesses, thank you.”

He pulled out his cell phone and made some quick dials, “...Quirky? Yes… yes I need your… assistance,” his breathing became more labeled as he spoke. “A Teal and a Red. Triumph Law Firm. Third floor. East wing corner. H-Hurry, o-or I’ll have your head and more.” Another day in the life of the Initiate. How sad. How boring. The same life-threatening adventures Omnius grew weary of. Omnius was confident, at least, that his connections will come– they always do– and he and Kulsot will get the help they need.

After shoving the phone back in his pocket, he ripped part of his dress shirt to wrap Kulsot’s wound. Then, he pulled the unconscious Mutant tighter to him and rested his head on the other’s shoulder as the world began to fade around him. His last thought before the darkness took him over, was that he hoped Soliel would not be cross with him for not picking her up from school on time….

#Ouroboros Unbound #fevur writing

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Ohh could i get an obey me matchup if u have time? :D

Appearance: i’m afab, tall but skinny like a noodle, still have curves tho. i have light brown hair and dull blue eyes i’m pale af and have a slightly larger than average number of moles. i have had purple under-eyes since i was 12 they are never going away

Personality: professionally i’m doing well but every other area of my life is in shambles lmfao. still live with my parents can’t drive depressed as hell and barely any relationship experience💀i hate responsibility but i’m still responsible because i hate letting people down. i make a conscious effort to always meet deadlines and show up to meetings on time and it bothers me when other people don’t. but still i’m pretty lenient with others and give them the benefit of the doubt. i am fairly whimsical and quite unbothered by everything. not afraid to push boundaries and attempt things no one has done before, when ppl tell me my goals sound unrealistic it just motivates me more

Strengths/weaknesses: good at drawing and school, graduated college with a 4.0 gpa and a bunch of honors and stuff, and i am the creator of several viral posts and quizzes. good at taking advantage of opportunities that come my way. and i can see humor in everything i love to laugh. i’m kinda irony poisoned and struggle with sincerity, but i’m also an open book i don’t rly have anything to hide. i always talk pretty casually with people no matter who they are but i get away with it cuz i’m smart and good at my job or something. i may come across as impulsive but i do think through everything i do and say, i’m just a fast thinker. i’ve been told i’m too trusting but i haven’t been hurt yet sooo idc ^_^

Likes/dislikes: i am fan of any kind of creative hobby. i like being in nature and interacting with animals but i’m also a pwetty pwincess who hates getting dirty. i hate doing chores and paying for stuff too 💅🏻 i avoid drama and conflict like the plague, though i enjoy it as a spectator. and i hate office jobs, specifically because i work very efficiently then have to pretend to be productive for my dumbass boss when i finish everything early. i love to hang out with people even if it’s something boring like running errands. for some reason people think i don’t like hugs or texting but i do :( i constantly crave novelty i love new experiences

Other: when i really like someone i’ll take an interest in their interests and memorize every little thing i learn about them to the point where i gotta play dumb sometimes so i don’t sound overly invested. we would probably have to have a strong friendship as a foundation cuz u gotta be patient with my repressed ass. i don’t have a lot of preferences for dates so i’d be happy doing whatever they want, i’m v indecisive so it would be good for both of us if they like taking the lead

- 🦝

Hello -🦝! Thank you for taking the time to introduce yourself, it a pleasure to meet you! ^^

This felt really fun for me bc I already had a few silly hc in mind for you, so I hope you enjoy!

I match you with…~

꩜ Never a dull moment when your around him.

꩜ The two of you are a funny duo, to say the least. If it were possible, it would be like you taking care of a leash kid.

꩜ Not to worry, with this jackass over by your side, he will make you forget about your depression with his bullshit and shenanigans! That’s right, The Great Mammon himself! >;D👍✨ ((plz don’t take this too seriously..))

꩜ When it comes to you, he might as well not have any experience either. When others look at you, sometimes they think you’re the one who knows the ropes even if that’s not the case at all.

꩜ He’s supposed to keep an eye on you, but the fact of the matter is that it got twisted real quick and you ended up responsible for him instead. You keep him in check when it comes to his studies and duties he must finish. Oh what’s that? Sike! Even if you didn’t want to, he’ll beg you to help him out before Lucifer catches a whiff that he failed a test for the 1738929th time.

꩜ You’re motivated to want to improve yourself, so why would t you want the same for those you care about? No matter how hopeless someone is, surely there’s always a way!

꩜ Doesn’t matter how much he tries to hide something he did wrong though, Lucifer knows way before he himself does. So you’ll often see him upside down hanging from a ceiling. He temps you first before resorting to begging you to help him out again.

“Are ya takin’ me seriously, human?!”

— “Pfft- Yea yea of course!👌” nah, not really

꩜ As time passes by though, he starts catching your drift slowly without being told what to do. Simply wanting to get your attention and praise is enough to have him determined to want to do better. So in a way, both of you help each other out to get yourselves organized; May it be your actions or mental state. Thriving forward because of it.

꩜ He appreciates you never me giving up on him, thinking about it makes him soft and weak.. He’ll never admit it though! Not the Great Mammon himself! Not in a million years! Pretty obvious tho..

꩜ He, too, is an open book; not on purpose though. He tries to hide it but ultimately just reveals even more.

꩜ But It’s funny watching you two play dumb with each other when it comes to the other’s interests. He is just as invested in what you like — or perhaps even more — like you are with his.

“Oh, you like -insert hobby-? Ha, lame!” *Proceeds to look up everything there is to know about it*

꩜ Lovely to know you like to hang out, cuz best believe this guy is stuck to you like glue. He might try to come up with an excuse as to why he just barged into your room or sent you some random message, but it’s all bs. He just wants to be with you even if there’s no reason. He just really enjoys your company.

꩜ On days he gets paid, He’ll say he’s feeling generous and willing to spoil indulge you a bit. You better be grateful to the Great Mammon! Whenever you go shopping, he’ll keep an eye out for anything you might glance at, even if it was just for a brief moment.

꩜ And even if it’s rare coming from you, he’ll immediately sense if there’s greed coming from you. So he’ll buy you whatever it is that you want so badly! *cough* you just glanced at it.. *cough*

End

I hope I was able to make you smile

Take care -🦝!✨

#obey me #obey me requests #obey me matchups #obey me headcanons #-🦝

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