#'i never said it was okay. i can treat you however i want. you decide whether or not to tolerate it'

[domesticmail]

how do you self-soothe

#my google search be like #i locked myself in the bathroom because there's nowhere else private in this apt and i don't think rudy has anywhere to be until 10:30 #and like if he's going to be super upset and take it out on me then i'm just going to do my best to avoid him #because atp i don't want to be hurt #i made a mistake this morning and overreacted to a joke #it's been three hours and he's still so mad he won't say anything to me unless i initiate #and even then it's just him yelling at me #asked if he was leaving earlier #and he RAGED at me for being 'controlling' #like dude you have a consistent pattern of leaving for who knows how fucking long when you're upset #i am not trying to stop you from leaving. i'm trying to understand if you're leaving FOREVER #but hey got it. i will not ask if you're leaving again. my fucking bad. #i asked why he thought it was ok to treat me this way and he said #'i never said it was okay. i can treat you however i want. you decide whether or not to tolerate it' #so now i'm in the bathroom. because i have no privacy otherwise #and honestly if he wants me away that bad? fine! great! #why the fuck would i waste my time wanting to be around you when you yourself admit you clearly don't want to be around me #i struggle with stuff like this because i feel betrayed when we don't work out an issue instantly. it feels like he is going out of his way #to make this painful for me #but i know he's not. that's my angry brain talking. #he has his own feelings and needs to be given space for them when he asks (like i'm doing now! yay me!) #it doesn't mean the world is going to blow up or my life is over #it means i probably need to leave him alone all day today

[taeyongdoyoung]

good for you

summary: your boyfriend is literally perfect and treats you like a princess but you want him to completely lose control 😇 pairing: mingyu x reader genre: smut, tooth-rotting fluff warnings: established relationship, home intruder roleplay, consensual somnophilia, safeword exists but isn't used, rough sex, no lube, no protection, neck biting, size kink (no one is surprised), titty slapping, sir kink, spanking, praise+degradation, slight dumbification, subspace, pet names, shy dom gyu, crying, mentions of pee (non-sexual context), aftercare!!! word count: 1.7k

You and Mingyu have not been together for long but from what you know so far he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated. He treats you like a princess, brings you flowers or chocolates with or without occasion, drives you around everywhere, gets stuff from the top shelf for you and is basically the kindest soul to ever step on this Earth. You are, of course, beyond grateful for that, and do your best to show him how much you appreciate him every chance you get.

However, a little demon inside your brain kind of wants him to not treat you as if you are made of glass all the time. While the sex is great and Mingyu makes sure that you reach an orgasm, you can’t help but fantasize about him going rough on you. Even when his friends tease (bully) him, he almost never uses his height and strength to his advantage, instead accepting everything with a good-natured smile.

But you would be lying if you said that the idea of him just snapping doesn’t excite you. Nevertheless, you are not sure how to bring this up to him. You don’t want to sound ungrateful or for him to feel insecure about his abilities because he’s perfect the way he is. It’s your filthy brain that needs fixing. Still, you decide that honesty is the key to a healthy relationship and you gather all your courage to approach him about this.

“Hey, Mingyu, can we talk about something?” you ask one evening after you two have finished having dinner.

His eyes are immediately filled with worry. Judging by the tone of your voice, this is something serious. So far, your relationship has been lighthearted and devoid of any problems. Mingyu thinks that it’s going great but apparently he’s been fooling himself.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

“What?! Of course not! Do you want to break up with me?” you panic.

“No, no, please,” Mingyu shakes his head fervently.

“Good, good,” you exhale in relief.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

“Um, it’s kinda embarrassing but I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.”

“Secrets?” Mingyu blinks in curiosity.

“Yeah…You know how you’re always super gentle with me, both outside and inside the bedroom?”

“Uh, sure? What about it?”

“Can you consider…not doing that all the time?”

“In what sense?” Mingyu raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“In the sense that…can you fuck me harder without holding yourself back? You’re not gonna break me, I promise.”

“Oh…” he finally realizes what you’re getting at. Because he doesn’t say anything rightaway, you hurry to explain.

“Not that I don’t like how sweet and patient you are with me! It’s more than amazing, I just thought that…maybe it’d be fun to try something new. If it’s not your thing, forget I mentioned it, I’m so-“

“It’s not that it doesn’t sound appealing. But I’m afraid that if I’m not holding myself back, I’ll end up hurting you,” Mingyu confesses, surprising you.

You reach your hand out across the table to hold his comfortingly.

“You won’t. I know how caring you are, Mingyu. Which is why I would trust you with something like this. Okay?”

“Okay,” he nods. “Did you have a particular scenario in mind or do you want me to surprise you?”

“Surprise me.”

Mingyu smirks sinisterly. Oh God. What kind of demon have you unleashed?

🎀🎀🎀

A few days later, you receive a text from Mingyu while you’re walking home.

Mingyu: Busy tonight?

You: All yours

Mingyu: Unlock your door at exactly 10pm and wait for me in your bed. If I’m not there by 10:30, lock it again, alright?

You: Yes, sir 🛐

Mingyu: That’s my good girl.

Fucking hell. Your heart flutters upon reading these words. He’s called you that before but in this context, it thrills you even more than usual.

Mingyu: Safeword is butterfly. Use it if something is too much, if you’re in pain or for any other reason that brings you discomfort, okay?

You: I’m gonna need a safeword?!?!

Mingyu: I hope it doesn’t come to that but just in case. See you in a couple of hours, baby.

You’re too excited for tonight. You take a long shower. You wear your prettiest lingerie and make your room as cozy as possible. Not that it matters. You spray perfume over your neck and wrists. You put on some lipbalm and mascara. You want to look good for him. But the truth is, you had an exhausting week and already feel sleepy. You unlock the door at 10pm, climb into your bed and…

Somehow you fall asleep. You feel disoriented as your consciousness is slowly returning to you. You feel too hot, too weak and too full. Fuck. What’s going on? You don’t dare to open your eyes for fear of ruining the sweeter than sleep reality.

“Dumb baby couldn’t wait for me and fell asleep all by herself?” Mingyu’s deep voice coos in your ear.

In your half-awake state you feel your boyfriend’s cock thrusting deep inside of you, taking you rougher than ever before. Well, you asked for it.

“So cute and helpless, leaving the door unlocked for anyone to enter and use you like a whore,” Mingyu murmurs.

He rubs your clit vigorously while still fucking into you, making you wetter than ever before.

“Nnghh,” you whimper drowsily.

“Shhh, baby, go back to sleep,” Mingyu whispers. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to think about anything.”

He squeezes your boobs, leaning down to bite your neck like a hungry wolf. And here, you thought your boyfriend was just a cute puppy.

“S-so big,” you cry out pitifully.

“You can take it, slut,” Mingyu says confidently.

You don’t offer a verbal response but your body speaks for itself. Mingyu is almost splitting you in two but your pussy is swallowing him up greedily.

“H-harder, p-please,” your mouth seems to have a mind of its own because it speaks against any common sense.

Mingyu slaps your tits, a little hesitant at first.

It stings but it’s such a sweet hurt you’re already addicted to it.

“Like this?” he asks, making sure it’s okay.

“M-more,” you beg, forgetting all inhibitions. “Use me.”

He does it a couple of more times, while still fucking you roughly. His dick is so enormous that you’re certain you’ll be sore tomorrow but it will be more than worth it. You lose count of how many times you’ve come around his cock. Sliding out and flipping you on your belly, he takes you from behind, too, spanking your ass and gripping your hair.

“Such a good girl, just for me, right? No one else gets to see you like this, yeah?” Mingyu’s words come out rushed, almost in trance.

“All yours, sir,” you promise.

Mingyu seems satisfied with your answer because he spills his seed inside of you seconds after. You follow his lead and eventually, your knees give out, your mind goes blank and you collapse on the bed.

“Baby?” Mingyu checks up on you worriedly.

You are not capable of responding, brain barely functioning anymore. He moves you gently to see your face. Your eyes are open but unblinking, which scares the shit out of him.

“Come back to me, my sweetheart, please,” Mingyu cries out, hugging you tightly.

A couple of moments later, you still don’t remember your own name but something more important to you leaves your lips:

“Mingyu?” you whisper cautiously.

“Oh, angel,” Mingyu sighs. “I’m right here.”

Then, you suddenly burst into tears. Overwhelmed by how good he made you feel and how much he cares about you, your fully emotions take over.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” Mingyu positions you so that you are sitting on his knee and rocks you gently back and forth.

“N-no,” you shake your head. “I’m s-so happy.”

“You poor thing,” Mingyu chuckles softly. “Can’t believe you worked so hard to doll yourself up and make the room smell nice. You knew I was gonna ruin your lingerie anyway, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to look good for you,” you admit with a pout.

“You always do. My best girl,” Mingyu kisses you sweetly and wraps you in his warm embrace, lulling you back to sleep.

🎀🎀🎀

The next morning, you wake up to the feeling of wanting to pee so badly. You manage to climb out of bed but barely make one step and trip on the ground. Uh oh. You got fucked so good you literally can’t walk.

Awakened by the loud thud, Mingyu is by your side in no time.

“What happened?”

“You happened,” you reply truthfully, but you don’t blame him because you brought this upon yourself.

“Oh…” Mingyu understands what you mean. “Did you want to use the toilet?”

“Uh, yeah. Gosh, this is so mortifying.”

You cover your face with your hands.

“I was literally deep inside of you a few hours ago, get over yourself,” Mingyu laughs and lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you to the bathroom.

“Are you gonna stare at me?!” you ask in embarrassment.

“Might as well,” he laughs but gives you some privacy, even though there is no need to be shy after all the things you’ve done together.

After that, he insists on doing everything for you. You tell him you are perfectly capable of brushing your own teeth but nope, Mingyu wants to do that, as well. And honestly? It feels too good to reject.

He even makes breakfast and brings it to bed so you can share it together. As you take the first bite and drink the first sip of coffee for the morning, the feelings come crashing once again. And you start crying even harder than last night.

“Oh, baby, what is it?” Mingyu wants to know, as he brushes your hair behind your ear and wipes your tears.

“N-nothing, you’re just so amazing and kind I feel extremely touched.”

“You do realize this is literally the bare minimum, right?” Mingyu seems shocked. He just made pancakes. It’s not some heroic act, in his humble opinion.

“It’s so rare to find a lovely guy like you, though,” you admit.

“Well, my good girl deserves only the best,” he smiles shyly and kisses your cheek.

You wrap your arms around his neck, grinning wider than ever before.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll want to be good for you forever.”

“I’m counting on it.”

The End

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[hyuckiefluff]

𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 | na jaemin

pairing: roommate!na jaemin x fem reader

genre: smut

wc: 1.6k

summary: jaemin notices how innocent you are and he can’t help but take advantage of this.

content warning: loss of virginity, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, missionary, reader is very inexperienced, jaemin is pretty manipulative, usage of pet names (good girl, princess, angel)

a/n : this is not what i was planning to post next but oh well it’s here now! hope u enjoy it! feedback is greatly appreciated as always and happy new year! my new year’s resolution as a writer is to stop trying to write a million stories at once and then not posting any of them lol. also just realized this is my second time writing roommate jaemin hehe idk i’m kinda obsessed with him and this trope

pss: would you guys like me to post drabbles? i’ve been thinking about it but can’t decide, lemme know in the comments or my req/ask box :))

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Jaemin was so glad that you were clueless.

When he first moved in as your roommate, he immediately noticed you were too trusting… Letting a stranger like him move in with you without asking many questions. But the rent was good and the prospect of living with someone as pretty as yourself kept him from saying anything about it.

As he discovered the extent of your innocence, Jaemin found himself unable to resist taking advantage of it. He wanted to know just how much he could get away with.

So, on a particularly chilly winter night, Jaemin seized the opportunity and knocked on your door while you were cozily tucked into bed.

"Can I sleep here, princess? I think the heating broke down in my room," Jaemin asked, his head peeking through the door.

Even he knew that was a weak excuse. The apartment had centralized heating, so if it worked in your room, it definitely worked in his. But surprisingly, you fell for it.

"Oh, of course, Jaem," you replied with the softest tone, the nickname you’d given him already making him semi-hard.

He joined you in bed, keeping some initial distance. However, as soon as he noticed you in the skimpiest pajama dress, he felt himself growing harder in his sweatpants. You lay facing him, a sleepy smile on your face, your eyes glowing in the night light, completely oblivious to the thoughts racing through his mind and down to his dick.

"Are you okay, Jaem?" you asked softly, noticing him wince and shift a bit.

"Uhm... yeah, just... uncomfortable," he said absentmindedly.

"Are you uncomfortable with me?" you asked, your big eyes staring up at him.

"Oh no no, princess, it's not you. It's just..." he sighed, "Sometimes it hurts down there, and it will keep hurting until I do something about it."

It's amusing how he tried so hard to explain it, treating you like a kid despite you being his age, and ironically, the reason he was like this in the first place.

"Why does it hurt?" you asked, genuine worry in your eyes.

Contemplating whether to use your innocence to his advantage, he decided to take the risk. "Well, you see... whenever I'm with you, it kind of just hurts. It gets so hard, and I can’t handle it," he said, hoping you bought his act.

"Because of me?" you brought your hands to your cheeks, the action pushing your boobs together and making them practically spill out of your pjs "And c-can I make it better somehow? I feel so bad..."

Oh, clueless pretty thing.

"Of course, you can make it better, princess... you're the only one who can," he said, getting closer to your smaller frame. You didn't move away and simply let him grab your hand.

He placed it on top of his erection, "See how swollen it is? It hurts," you pouted, feeling terrible that this was your fault. "Will you help me fix it then?" You nodded at once, and Jaemin smiled. "Good girl."

He took off his shirt, and you were momentarily stunned by how toned his chest and abs were. You'd seen him shirtless before but never from this close.

"Princess, you're drooling," he teased, softly grabbing your chin so you would look at him.

"I'm not," you whined but still attempted to clean the imaginary drool off your face.

"So cute," he laughed, "will you take this off for me?" He pointed to his sweatpants.

"M-me? Uhm... okay," you said, and with shaky hands, you slid his pants down his legs. It was a bit hard pushing them past his bulge, and he noticed how this made you blush.

"Thank you, pretty girl," he pulled you back up, and now you were straddling him, only the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating your cores.

He experimentally rutted against you to gauge your reaction, and it was entirely worth it. Your face contorting, the way you gasped and made an "O" with your pretty plump lips. He never saw anything better.

"You trust me, right, princess?" he asked, his eyes heavy on you.

"Y-yes... I trust you."

He smiled and switched your positions, now hovering over your body. He caressed your cheeks, and then his hand went down until he reached the border of your PJ dress. He pulled it up until it was pooling right below your chest.

"So pretty," he said, his lips ghosting over your stomach.

"Jaem, that tickles!" you laughed, pushing his head.

"Princess, before you can help me, I gotta prepare you, okay?" He suddenly got serious again, his eyes with that dark glow you saw earlier. You nodded, your heart picking up pace when he suddenly hovered over your clothed core.

Then, locking eyes with you, he pulled your panties to the side. The abrupt shift from the cool air hitting you to his warm breath so close to your most private part gave you goosebumps all over.

Out of the blue, he licked a streak along your core. You gasped, nudging his head away. No one had ever touched you there, let alone licked you.

"You gotta relax, baby," he said, his voice so growly it almost had a purr to it.

Though he didn’t really give you a chance to relax. He latched his mouth directly to your cunt, sucking viciously, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Oh my g-.. Jaemin," you moaned, the intensity taking you by surprise.

After a few minutes of relentlessly eating you out, he pulled away, his nose, mouth, and chin glossy with your juices. The knot in your stomach was so tight it could explode. But just when you thought he was finished, he inserted a finger. He explored your insides with vigor until he found that sweet spot, causing you to release a string of curses and curl your toes.

That was your first orgasm.

"You're ready for me now, beautiful," he said, planting one last kiss on your inner thigh before crawling until he was directly on top of you.

“… m’ so tired, Jaem..." you mewled.

"I know, I know... just hang on a bit more. You wanna help me, right?" he asked, gently moving some stray hairs away from your forehead.

You nodded, and he rewarded you with a chaste kiss on your lips. With a playful grin, he pulled down his boxers and even though you were spent, curiosity got the best of you so you peeked down. He was so big and thick; it startled you for a moment.

"Now, angel... tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Jaemin was trying so hard to be gentle, but seeing you like that, all pliant and open for him, made him want nothing more than to fuck you hard into next week.

He pulled down your panties, amused by the way they stuck to you from how wet you were. Tossing them aside, he wasted no time positioning himself at your entrance. The tip was barely in, and you already felt overwhelmed. "I don't think it'll fit..." you said, but he seemed not to have heard, leaning in to kiss all over your neck and collarbone.

This distraction allowed him to go in more, and you held onto his shoulders for support.

"You're doing so good for me," Jaemin whispered against your skin.

When he bottomed out, he already felt like he would cum fast from how tightly you were squeezing him. He kept whispering for you to relax, and only when you did did he start moving at a somewhat slow pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he whimpered, his thrusts picking up pace and turning you into a moaning, writhing mess.

"J-j-Jaem..." you were unable to form a coherent sentence with how hard he was fucking you now.

"Fuck… I… should've… done… this… sooner," he grunted, his eyes locked on the mesmerizing bounce of your boobs.

"I'm… I feel so…" you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He could tell you were getting there from how your walls were pulsating around him. So, he grabbed your legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders for some deeper access. This new angle had him hitting just the right spot, and in no time, you turned into a moaning, sobbing mess. He eased into a slower rhythm, helping you ride out your second orgasm.

"That's it, good girl," he moaned looking at the scene between your bodies as your release dripped down from your pretty cunt.

After you came, he didn't pull out. He was the one wanting to get a little more out of this, after all.

So, once your breathing had calmed down a bit, he resumed thrusting into you, each one driving deeper than the last.

"Jae… I- I can't…" you whined, too sensitive down there.

"You said… you would help me, princess..."

And so he kept fucking you hard. It didn't take long for your third orgasm to creep up, your walls squeezing the life out of him again. Relentless, he kept going even after you'd cummed again, pushing until he felt his own orgasm approach. That’s when he pulled out right away, his release spilling generously over your lower stomach.

He collapsed next to you, both of you panting.

"Does it still hurt, Jaem?" you asked innocently, looking at him.

He smiled softly at you and gently caressed your cheek.

"No, princess. You made me all better."

Jaemin loved how clueless you were.

btw i’m not ignoring requests it’s just taking me forever to finish the other stories i’m writing so requests are on hold for a little bit, you can still send but it’ll take me a minute to get to them :(

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[artificial-transmutations]

Finally Together

When Jerry called, I could immediately tell something was very wrong. He was holding an ice pack up to his face and looked deranged overall.

"Jerry? What the hell happened to you?"

"Oh, hey. Yeah. This." he pointed at his face. "That's a long story."

"Let me see!" I demanded. You see, Jerry was, most definitely, my bff - my very best, very gay friend. And he had a talent for getting into trouble, sadly.

He slowly lowered the ice pack and I gasped. His right eye was swollen shut, and his face was covered in bruises.

"How..."

"Well, there was this guy. He was kinda hot, and totally my type, but, you know, straight as an arrow. At least *now* I know that." Even despite his bruises, Jerry raised his eyebrows in the cutest way possible - one of the traits I admired about them.

Yes, I should mention, I kiiiind of had a tiny little crush on Jerry. Or perhaps a gigantic one. You always want the ones you can't have, right? In my case, I was a woman - which was enough to disqualify myself rather finally.

"...and? Did he hit you?" I asked, even though I already suspected the answer.

"Yeah. I was just talking to him, trying to subtly find out his orientation. You know how it goes. Apparently, I wasn't too subtle about it, though, and he kind of escalated all over my face. It's no big deal, now I know."

Jerry smiled, but I could clearly see that it caused him pain to do so. It nearly broke my heart.

"It is a big deal." I answered. "That's horrible. You are worth so much more than this. Where did it happen? Did you call the police?"

"It was in the gym. Keith - that's the guy - works there, so, I guess, I need a new gym." Jerry joked. "And no, I didn't call the police, it's just... it's alright, okay Mathilda?"

I was not convinced but decided to let it go. Jerry was just a so sweet and innocent guy, he wouldn't even cause someone trouble if that someone punched in his face. I, on the other hand, was fuming. That was not a way to treat my bff! I would have really liked to kick that Keith's ass right now.

I chatted a bit more with Jerry before he had to go and promised him to come over that evening.

To be quite honest, I didn't plan to do anything, but when I was walking to Jerry's apartment in the afternoon, I passed his gym. I didn't even know it was on the way, because I honestly never paid attention to it much. But now that I saw it on the way, I couldn't help it. I would go in there and just tell the manager that one of their employees was a homophobic asshole. Just a little push in the right direction.

I entered the gym. It looked quite standard, but I couldn't see any manager or anyone else to talk to, for that matter, so I just went in there. It was quite empty, which was not surprising at this time of the day. There was, however, a young, muscular man doing push-ups. It was quite disgusting, actually, with all the sweat dripping down his body and a musky, penetrant smell was filling the room.

He stood up and greeted me.

"Hi, there. You're not a member, are you?"

"I'm not." I said. I felt like adding a "sorry" or something but decided against it. Instead, I clutched my handbag tighter.

"So, what can I do for you, ma'am?" He had that smug grin of an urge driven man who seemed to undress me with his gaze. I shuddered in disgust, but still, I straightened my back.

"Well, actually, I'm here to make a complaint."

"A complaint? About what?"

"Your staff."

"Oh? Do you have an issue with someone working here?"

"Well, yes. I just learned that one of your trainers, Keith was the name, I think, assaulted a customer. That is a terrible way to treat people, and I will not stand for it."

The guy laughed and flashed me a superior grin while he nonchalantly readjusted his groin. Free balling of course. Ugh. Can you spell 'toxic masculinity'?

"Look, honey. Whoever told you that, they lied to you. Keith would never hit a girl, especially not a pretty one."

I felt my face reddening from anger.

"First off, I'm not your honey, and secondly, it wasn't a girl but a guy."

The guy raised his eyebrows. "Really? A guy, huh?"

"Yes. He is my very good friend, and it's not funny at all."

"Hmm. Yeah, I think I remember the guy, some fruity fag who needed to be told a lesson."

Then it dawned on me. The disgusting guy in front of me was the man that had hurt Jerry.

"You're the one who did it! How dare you!" I exclaimed and tried to slap his face.

Before I could land a hit, though, he grabbed my wrist with an iron grip and grinned like a predator.

"Ah, ah. I wouldn't try that, if I were you. Would be a shame, if something were to happen to your pretty face, too."

I withdrew my hand and trembled from disgust.

"Ugh. You're just such a disgusting... jock."

In hindsight, I had no idea what happened, but perhaps some benevolent spirit or sprite was listening. In any case, Keith all of a sudden got a really strange expression on his face and looked really pale for a moment. And then... he suddenly looked even paler, like white paper or cloth. I will never be able to forget the expression of surprise on his face, as his body kind of... collapsed in on himself. His muscular torso diminished, and his arms and legs twisted and fused into thin rubber strips. But his face... His face contorted into a white fabric pouch that was completely devoid of any features within seconds. It had only taken a few moments, but Keith had disappeared.

I looked around first, but nobody else was in the gym right now. I carefully stepped closer and inspected what was left of Keith. Inside his black, damp gym shorts that was lying on the ground, I could see a pair of men's underwear, I believe it was called a jockstrap: A large fabric pouch held by rubber bands - designed to just cover the genitals, although, judging by the size of the pouch, rather large genitals. Now, as Keith had demonstrated quite clearly just a few moments ago, he had certainly not be wearing any underwear - and I had seen what had happened to his face.

With pointed fingers, careful not to touch the damp gym shorts and almost gagging from the strong smell, I picked up the piece of underwear. I had almost thrown it away again, when I noticed that it, too, was covered in sweat and stink. However, the piece of underwear that had once been a man held a strange fascination to me. I lifted it up to my face, to have a closer look, but didn't consider the consequences. When I breathed in, my nose was filled with the overwhelmingly strong and manly smell of sweaty, unwashed genitals, and it triggered something inside of me. All of a sudden, I felt tingly all over and groaned. My body felt weird all of a sudden. It was like that disgusting smell was all around me, enveloping me, pushing me to... change, somehow.

In horror, I felt my feet swelling up in my shoes. It wasn't painful, but it felt like I had been wearing boots that were way too small. The pressure was quickly getting unbearable and painful until my canvas shoes and thin socks couldn't take it anymore. First on the left and then, shortly after, on the right side, the toes of massive feet burst out from the footwear. The pressure subsided, and it felt fine again.

The changes didn't stop, though. Now that my feet had broken free from their restraints, my legs were the next to follow. A ripping sound heralded the death of my tights, as my legs gained mass and muscles. It looked almost comically how the threads of my tights were ripped apart, strand for strand. At the same time, I watched, as my hands grew larger. Gone were my delicate fingers, replaced by thick sausage-like appendages. Those new finger weren't carefully manicured but instead, I was now sporting short, ugly nails that would have been fitting for a lumberjack, rather than a girl.

While my legs were still growing, and I was getting visibly taller, my arms were next to follow. My blouse didn't even stand a chance as the arms did not only grew longer but most importantly, stronger. My biceps swelled like I visited the gym every day and, to my horror, I saw a tattoo forming on my right arm that reminded me a lot of the one Keith had had. I didn't have much time to think about it, though, as a new force practically ripped my blouse apart: My torso was pushing outward in all directions. My shoulders widened considerably, and my bra snapped from the strain. At first, I thought my boobs were growing, but it was quite the opposite. They were receding into my body, being replaced by even more massive and decidedly male pecs. Below them, a ripple went through my stomach, leaving behind the cobblestone road of abs.

The changes had met up at my midsection now and I was afraid of what was going to happen next. Sure enough, my skin-tight summer trousers bulged forward as something pressed against them from the inside.

"No..." I groaned, with a lower voice than I was used to, and tried to push whatever was appearing back into my midsection, but it was no use. With another ripping sound, a penis emerged from between my legs, quickly followed by a pair of testicles that pushed the ruined trousers down and settled in between my tree trunk-like thighs.

My head started swimming. That was wrong, that was so wrong. But the changes just went on. An Adam's apple formed in my throat, further lowering my voice, and my face reformed. It became squarer, and my jawbones became more pronounced. At the same time, my beautiful long hair receded into a short masculine cut. However, as hair disappeared on top of my head, it grew elsewhere. Or, should I say everywhere. Disgusting, wiry body hair grew in on my arms and legs and even on top of my enormous feet and the back of my hands. My chest was coated by a layer of short and coarse hair, and a treasure trail led down my midsection, where it disappeared into a thick pubic bush.

Speaking of bushes, two more formed in the large area of my armpits. Ugh. I was hairy like a fucking monkey. The only well-groomed bit of body hair was on my face, in the short beard that I could see in the gym mirror.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Staring back at me from the reflection was no one else but Keith. *I* was a splitting image of Keith now, only naked aside from the tatters of my clothes. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a low grunt.

Okay, Mathilda, no reason for panic, I told myself. I would just... Go see a doctor. Yes. There had to be an explanation. This could be treated.

I took a step towards the exit and stumbled over the remains of my coughing. Oh, right, I was still naked.

The only piece of clothing was Keith's gym shorts. Well, his gym shorts and Keith himself, who was a piece of underwear now. I looked between the shorts and the underwear. On the one hand, I really didn't want to wear what had just been Keith, but on the other hand... I certainly wasn't going without any underwear. Everyone would be able to see the outline of my current genitals. Yuck.

So, lacking other options, I pulled on the white piece of underwear. It was, unsurprisingly, very sweaty, and it clung to my junk. I grimaced, but it was better than the alternative. My ass was still largely uncovered, but that was not as bad as the front side. I had to admit that my new equipment filled out the pouch pretty well.

I quickly shook my head and pulled on the gym shorts as well. It felt weird not to cover my chest, but that was probably acceptable in my current state.

Perhaps I could ask Jerry if I could borrow some men's clothing from him.

Oh my, Jerry. He was probably waiting for me. I grabbed my handbag and fled the gym.

Walking felt weird. Of course, regardless of my looks, I was still a woman, so I took small steps and refused to spread my legs too much while walking. It was very awkward. The sun was shining down and although it wasn't all *that* hot, I found myself starting to sweat. How disgusting was that? It was like those stupid mountains of muscle were producing so much heat that my skin was soon glistening with sweat and my armpits started to smell. I tested it by lifting an arm and taking a whiff. Ugh. I needed a shower, badly. I probably would be able to use Jerry's.

Jerry... I saw his face right in front of me in my mind. The cute smile, the adorable brown eyes, the cute little dimples on his cheeks when he grinned.

A strange feeling came over me from my groin area. What was going on down there? When I looked down, the ample bulge of my cock had become even bigger, probably tenting out the pouch that had been Keith's face. I groaned. Men were so primitive. All it took was one sexy thought and bam, erection.

Still, I couldn't deny that it felt pretty good. I checked it anyone on the street was looking before I felt the outline of the cock through the layers of clothing with my big hand. The touch made me moan, and I felt my member throb.

That's when I experienced the weirdest feeling. As the sweat from my groin mixed with the fluids seeping out of the cock head and were absorbed by the jockstrap, all of a sudden, I felt the presence of Keith - the real Keith. It was like a strong mental attack, to get his body back, but I fought back. It was not *his* body, it was mine, even though it may have looked like Keith right now.

It was the strangest experience. I could practically *feel* his thoughts and emotions. The humiliation from being wrapped around, well, *my* cock and balls, I could even taste and smell an echo of what he was tasting and smelling, including the weird taste of precum that had mixed into the face-pouch recently.

It wasn't easy, but I repelled Keith's mind and kind of stuffed it back into the underwear. When I continued my walk, I didn't even notice that I know walked like a man: With long, powerful strides and enough room for my balls.

Luckily, my cock had calmed down a bit by now, and I ran the rest of the way, just to make sure. I was glistening with more sweat when I finally arrived at Jerry's apartment and rang the bell. Ugh. That musk was so bad, I just hoped I could hop under the shower right away.

However, when Jerry opened the door, we were both stunned for a moment. I because Jerry looked even better in reality than when I imagined him. Foreign hormones flooded my system, coming from my balls and I just stood there for a moment. Of course, I had a crush on Jerry before, but right now, in this moment, I realized for the first time that now, Jerry wasn't quite as unreachable as before.

Jerry, on the other hand, backed away, an expression of fear on his face.

"Keith, what... Is this some kind of joke?"

I was taken aback by his reaction.

"No! It's not... It's me, Mathilda!"

"Who?"

"Mathilda, your best friend."

Jerry stared at me, confusion on his face.

"What are you talking about Keith? Wasn't it enough for you to bash my face in? Do you want to humiliate me now?"

"No, please. Listen, Jerry, you're my friend, and I would never hurt you."

He scoffed. "Oh really? My black eye says otherwise."

I could feel myself getting upset from all the testosterone and took a deep breath.

"I can explain. Please, Jerry, hear me out."

He looked at me skeptically.

"Fine. I'll listen."

With that, he let me into his apartment.

"Okay, first of all, can I take off these gym shorts? They are really really disgusting and sweaty, and they are clinging to my legs. Yuck!"

"Uh, oookay." Jerry looked even more confused but allowed it.

Gladly, I got rid of the stinking shorts and threw them at the ground, far away from me. Jerry frowned but was apparently more captured by my now only jockstrap-clad body that I sat down on his couch. I admit I wanted to get rid of the jockstrap, too, but then I would have been completely naked in my friend's living room.

The thought was oddly exciting, and I felt my cock raise in reaction.

I just hoped that Jerry wouldn't notice my state of arousal, even though there wasn't much fabric left to hide it, but I quickly spoke.

"So, Jerry, it's really me. Remember the time when we watched Star Trek: Voyager and had a pillow fight, and you beat me easily, even though I am taller and stronger?"

"How would you know about that, Keith?" Jerry crossed his arms. He had obviously noticed my midsection problem, which was throbbing now, leading to another wet spot on the piece of underwear.

"I'm telling you, I am Ma..."

Suddenly, I grabbed my head. There it was again. Keith had reacted to my arousal and was fighting for control of *my* body again. It was weaker this time, though, and although it took me a few moments, I pushed him back between my legs, where he belonged.

Finally, I spread my legs, man-spreading without even thinking about it and giving the whole world in general and Jerry in particular a good view of my massive groin. A smirk formed on my face. Having such a big cock was something to be proud of.

"...Mathilda." I finished my sentence, although I found the name rather unfitting for a stud like me. "I just kind of... transformed into Keith's body, but it's still the same old man as always. Woman, I mean."

"Uh... what?"

I smiled and stood up, slowly, so he could see all the muscles I had gained. I was taller, too, taller than Jerry even.

"But tell me, do you like what you see?" My cock was throbbing like mad now. God, I needed to have this man!

"Uuuh... uhm... yes? Yes."

I chuckled. "Well, Jerry. I don't know how to get back to my original body yet, but do you want to... touch this one?" I gently took his hand and placed it on my chest.

Jerry didn't react at first, but then he started caressing my chest. It felt great, and he moaned, too.

Another small spurt of precum spilled into my underwear and again, Keith acted up. It was even weaker this time, and I had no trouble staying in control. I did notice something else though. Apparently, Keith was enjoying this a lot, way more than a straight man should. He was almost addicted to my cock fluids by now, and he mentally lapped at my organ submissively. And he exhibited a longing for Jerry that appeared to be too deep-rooted to have developed recently. Well, good for him, because as my jockstrap, he would have a front row seat in what happened next.

"Mathilda, is it really... okay?" Jerry asked, barely being able to restrain himself.

"Yes Jerry." I said while looking into his eyes. "It's more than okay. It's perfect. And it's Matthew from now on, okay?"

I took a deep breath, breathing in my wonderful musky smell, and I watched Jerry do the same. And when I kissed him, I couldn't wait to tear his clothes off and plow his cute little ass with my mighty cock while my lucky jockstrap was watching.

#female to male tf #muscle transformation #straight to gay #inanimate transformation #sweat #musk #man stink #romance

[moonit3]

hii could i please get a part 2 of the yandere apocalypse survivor x reader? i love so much you could say im obsessed!! <33

of course you can! honestly i was already thinking in writing a second part and your request only made me more energetic to write it! i decided to write it like a story instead of the headcanons from the previously part. also, keep in mind this post contain noncon, so be aware of it! pt.1 here

SURVIVORS pt.2

➥ warnings/notices: yandere themes, nsfw, noncon oral, threats, gn! reader, obsession, male genitalia, reader! submissive, yandere! dominant, blood, rough, mentioned murders, reader is tied up and unable to escape, reader gets hit once.

➥ yandere apocalypse survivor x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: theo shows his true self and now you face the consequences of letting him inside.

➥ a/n: i consider this as my darkest post that i released, so be careful approaching this one, okay? don’t force yourself to read it if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable.

father was right. you shouldn’t have let anyone inside the bunker.

“t-theo!” with little strength in your body, you try to hold him back, creating a small distance between his thing to enter your hole. it’s inevitable that he will do it, but there is enough hope that he won’t do it today. “We can talk about it! Just wait—“

he slaps you, it’s hurts like hell. the expression on his face scares you, staring at you like you were nothing but a mere toy to his amusement. theo never saw you as a friend, has he? the duct he takes out of his pockets says all, he uses it to ties your hands.

this is getting worse every second goes by, but what can you do to fight him? you look across the bedroom to try to find anything to use against him, a knife, glass or something else to open the bunker’s door to escape. its doesn’t matter that creatures are outside to kill you, at least, you won’t be near theo.

however, you don’t see nothing that could help you escape from him, not a single glass bottle nor the small blade that you always put in the nightstand. he planned this, oh god. you are stupid to think this happened without a reason behind.

“now, now…don’t think of escaping from me, [name].” he made you kneel in the cold floor, making your skin shiver and how he holds you chin to look directly to his sharp eyes doesn’t help either. “you are mine, understand? from now on, you will live under my guidance and don’t ever think of stepping out of this bunker, now that you’ve become my love.”

“im sorry?” this wasn’t meant to be speak out loud, but you let it escape in the last second. you expected him to yell, maybe another slap, but he just caresses your [h/c] with a sickly smile on the lips. he brings your face closer to his.

“don’t worry, sweetie.” he said, moving your head to face the bulge on his pants, its growing large just because you are staring at it in a mixed of surprise and fear. “i know you are inexperienced in love. you have been for so long that you don’t understand how humans act with the person they are in love, but im here to help you with that.”

he forced you into kneeling again, but this time there is his cock right in front of your eyes. it’s big and there is the liquid already dripping from the top, a view you won’t forget so soon. theo smiles seeing your reaction, the fear in your face says that you already knows what is going to happen, but it’s seems that you need a little help from him.

“you never saw a cock, haven’t you?” he smirked, already knowing the answers. “I can help if you want to be less painful for someone who never suck a cock before. you want some help from me?”

you nodded. trying to contain yourself from crying, this wasn’t supposed to be happening. do you deserve to be treated like this? you didn’t got time to think of an answer as theo made you open your lips to accommodate his member, instantly choking you.

it’s to big! and his head holding the back of your head is making it worse, you mouth is reaching the base of his shaft, leaving no time to breath nor get used to his large size. theo is hurting your throat and he knows that.

you want to remove yourself away from theo, just to at least catch up some air, but every time you show some sign that you are removing your mouth away from his cock to inhale the air, theo keeps forcing your head to take part of his length of his member and for one last attempt, he makes you take all of him.

“don’t you dare ruin it!” he slaps your face without hesitation. a large mark is now on the left side of your cheek and tears are flowing from your eyes, blurring your view. “im almost done, so don’t dare to ruin it if you don’t want to die!”

there are few more attempts to remove yourself from theo as you could feel his thrust getting sloppy and the few faint moans escaping your lips his making him love this moment. theo won’t forget this moment as he finally gets to what he is having being waiting for so long while you will get nightmares of this whatever you close your eyes.

it took a minute or so to theo to finally come, letting his cum coming down your throat. it’s taste weird and salty, you won’t forget of this taste so soon. theo only removed himself when he was sure you had swollen til the last drop of the white liquid.

he admires you. how you are eyes are so shaken from this whole situation, your tied hands are incapable of protecting you from him and you even refuse to raise your head. theo broken you, just like he always wanted and now he will rebuild you to be his perfect toy partner.

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@moonit3 writings

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The Embodiment Of His Desire

“Aww what? I only get one wish? Aren’t you supposed to give me like three or something?” Klara sighed as she looked up at the magical genie before her. She’d summoned him accidentally when she stumbled across an old artefact that was stored away in her grandfather’s basement.

The genie rolled his eyes. “Yes you only get one. This isn’t a movie you know.” The genie twirled around Klara. Like most depictions of genies, his upper body was that of a fit man while his lower body was no more than a cloud of smoke that connected him to the strange artefact he came from. He had deep red skin and a twirly mustache that made him look somewhat similar to a few depictions of Lucifer. Though he didn’t look nearly as threatening thankfully.

“Okay well if I only get one wish then…” Klara thought for a moment but it didn’t take long for her to decide. “I wish that Chris Kellerton, the hot guy from my university, would fall in love with me.” She asked with hopefulness. She’d had her eyes on Chris from the moment she saw him. He was her dream man from head to toe. Perfect in every way from his body to his face, the way he spoke to the way he treated people. She wanted him so badly. And yet he didn’t seem the least bit interested in her. He was nice to her for sure but he always treated her like a friend and nothing more. Well Klara wanted more.

Unfortunately the Genie tutted and wagged his finger. “No can do. I can’t force somebody to love you. Or more accurately I won’t. I don’t like messing with people’s feelings in that way.” He explained, watching as a look of disappointment quickly overtook Klara’s face. “However. I can propose something else that may give you the result you desire. Instead of forcing him to love you, I can instead change your identity and the way you look so that you become the embodiment of Chris’ desires. You’ll have to give up your old life but I have almost no doubt Chris will fall for you afterwards. How does that sound?”

Klara had to ponder on it for a moment. Was she really willing to give up everything she knew including the way she looked for this man? It would be a massive commitment in so many ways. But soon enough she made her choice.

“Yes. Do it. Anything to have Chris be mine.” She said at last. “I wish that I was the embodiment of Chris Kellerman’s desires!” She stated boldly with a mixed look of both excitement and nervousness.

The genie smirked down at the young woman who still had no idea what she was in for. But that was for her to find out. “Well then. Your wish is granted.” His voice echoed through the basement as he snapped his fingers. Immediately Klara was wrapped up in a pillar of smokey magic as the genie returned to the artefact once more.

Klara had no idea what was happening. All she could see was a storm of red mist swirling around her like a vortex that was too thick to look through. All she could do was take a deep breath and trust in the genie as her body began to change.

The first thing she noticed was her legs and torso getting longer. She’d been quite a short woman before so maybe that was part of the reason Chris didn’t like her. Maybe he was into taller girls, she thought. Her former height of 4’11” continued to increase up and up. Every time she thought it was about to stop it simply kept going until finally she reached a staggering height of dead on 6 foot. Even taller than Chris!

Her muscles were next. She could feel her arms and legs begin to grow stronger as they gradually expanded. By this point Klara was starting to assume that maybe Chris was into muscle mommy’s or something because soon enough she looked jacked! Having started to rip apart her clothes slightly that were already being stretched to their limits after her height increase. Strong abs carved into her stomach, thick looking legs and some of the brawniest looking arms she’d ever seen on a woman. She wasn’t sure how exactly to feel about it. She never imagined getting into this kind of shape but if this is what Chris was into then…

But the changes didn’t stop.

Klara began to squirm uncomfortably as a strange indescribable sensation took over her groin. She reached down into her panties just in time for her eyes to widen at the feeling of a small nub pushing its way out of her vagina. It was tiny at first but it continued to push its small mushroom head out of her pussy, followed swiftly by a shaft that was growing thicker by the second. Her pussy began to close itself up but not before two small testicles could slip their way through as well. Klara couldn’t believe it. She had a cock and balls!? And they were still growing! A substantial bulge began to form in her panties as her new dick grew up to a very impressive 8 inches with enough girth that she could’ve put any of her former lovers to shame with it. Not to mention her new balls growing so fat that she could practically feel the mass amount of testosterone being churned inside them.

That was the turning point. With the new penis and testicles hanging between her legs, Klara’s DNA was being completely altered. More specifically the XX chromosomes inside of her were swiftly being mutated into XY chromosomes instead. Suddenly the changes being made to her form were no longer limited by her female form as Klara was about to find out.

Almost immediately her body began to lose its feminine form. Her curves disappearing in favour of further definition to the new muscle she’d gained. Everything from her waist to her butt lost its female look as they grew to a more masculine shape. Following this her hands and feet grew multiple sizes bigger, especially her feet, until they looked meaty and clumsy. Nothing like the delicate appendages she once had. However that was nowhere near as shocking as having to watch her breasts melt away. Her nipples shrinking to much more modest size as the tits she’d grown used to weighting her down quickly vanish into nothing more than a flat muscular chest.

After that her muscles began to feel strange again. They were pulsing as if they were preparing for something. But Klara didn’t have time to focus on that right now as her face started to morph. Her hair was first to recede into a short masculine cut before her features began to change dramatically. Gone was the soft and delicate face of a woman as her jaw widened, nose broadened, eyes shifted to a more masculine shape. Everything about her face morphing until it looked manly as fuck! And to top it all off, she felt a sudden itch across her jaw as a short full beard sprouted and decorated her new face perfectly while the lump in her throat enlarged to give her a much deeper, huskier voice.

Klara hardly even had time to comprehend the feeling of her new facial hair before suddenly her veins began to bulge across her entire body. That pulsing in her muscles from before heating up to an entirely new level as she began to hulk out once again! Now that her body was no longer restrained by its female form and hormones, her body packed on more muscle than she could ever have imagined!

Her arms being first and foremost as her biceps and triceps exploded to ridiculous sizes that meant even the slightest movement would cause them to bulge in some way and in turn flooding them with a level of strength she could never have dreamed of before. This was soon followed by her shoulders and back expanding rapidly and widening her physique to an even more wildly masculine shape that would no doubt make it difficult to fit through doors from now on. Naturally her chest was next as her pecs pumped up to an enormous degree, almost to where it felt like she had breasts again. Only this time they were solid slabs of pure manly muscle the size of fucking watermelons! And yet despite her now gigantic size, her body still somehow managed to hold onto the abs it’d carved earlier and allowed them to grow even larger across her stomach. By this point her shirt had been completely ripped to shreds and by the looks of things, the rest of her clothes weren’t going to last much longer either.

Of course her lower body was next and it didn’t take long for her new male ass to start plumping up some more until it was a nice thick muscle butt crafted from years of training. But last and certainly not least was her legs. And to say they hulked out would be an understatement. Klara couldn’t help letting out a long deep groan as her quads and hamstrings bulked and thickened into massive trunks leaving her with thighs that could crush a head with ease. Even her calves boomed with new muscle until they looked harder than steel.

Klara was left panting heavily after such an intense transformation. Finally the intense pulsing sensation that’d been rocketing through her body moments ago was starting to subside, finally giving her a chance to realise that her pants and underwear were completely gone. Leaving her stood completely naked with her new cock and balls swinging in this enormous muscle tank of a body that she could hardly even comprehend right now. But just then as the vortex continued to swirl around her, so did the tattered remains of her old clothes.

The remains of her shirt reformed around Klara’s bulky new body, only this time as a large black tank top instead that did well to show off her new physique. Her destroyed pants and underwear did the same as they formed around her body as large jockstrap to hold her new junk in place as well as a new pair of grey gym shorts to match her tank top. Even a black cap materialised itself on her head. Finally ending with her old shoes and socks reforming into a comfortable pair of gym socks and sneakers that actually fit her massive new feet.

Before Klara even had a chance to reorient herself, the pillar of smoke twisting around her vanished in an instant. Only now she wasn’t in her grandfather's basement anymore. Instead she was now standing in the middle of a gym! She glanced around a little to quickly discover that it was the local gym she’d been to a couple of times but she still couldn’t help but feel light headed as her brain tried desperately to play catch up.

Klara looked down at her hands. Flipping them back and forth as she inspected the sheer size of them. Her gaze then wandered up her gigantic forearms and towards the enormous biceps she now adorned. Then looking down in bewilderment to see her pecs pressing tightly against her new tank top. It didn’t seem real and yet… it was.

When she turned around to see her reflection for the first time in one of the gym’s many wall mirrors, Klara’s mouth hung open in shock. She shouldn’t have been surprised but actually seeing the image of a massive bodybuilder dude being reflected back at her in a mirror took her breath away. She had no idea how to react. Only staring on in awe for a good few moments as she drank in her reflection.

Though after a few moments she couldn’t help but flex a little out of curiosity. Starting with her arms of course. Squeezing those super sized biceps a little and watching as both her muscles and veins bulge with power. Just the sheer magnitude of her arms was overwhelming. Yet as mesmerising as her giant arms were, her attention couldn’t help shifting to her pecs. She cupped them with both hands, feeling the heft and weight of the muscle. These new muscle tits were even bigger than her regular tits and they had a completely different feel to them. She could squeeze and enjoy groping them but in an instant she could flex them and they’d become rock hard. Speaking of rock hard…

“Ughhhg… Rrghhg…” Klara grumbled and squirmed slightly as her new cock started to get excited. She didn’t know how to stop it and before long blood was pumping at a rapid rate into her new member, forcing it to thicken up to its full size. She very quickly came to realise how uncomfortable public erections were as her growing dick strained against her shorts and jockstrap. She tried her best to hide it from anyone around but it wasn’t an easy task with his well endowed she was now. And that’s when she saw him. Chris. Working out from across the gym and seemingly glancing at her.

That was it. Her cock was in high gear now as it pulsed and bucked with excitement at the sight of her crush. Some guys from around the gym had already begun to notice how strange Klara was acting and were giving her strange looks which caused her to go red with embarrassment. Luckily however she spied the doors to the changing rooms not far away. Without a moment’s hesitation she stumbled awkwardly over towards them, trying to get used to the balls between her legs as well as the pulsing erection. She almost went into the women’s changing room at first before quickly realising that wouldn’t be a good idea…

As soon as she reached the changing rooms, Klara hobbled into the bathroom with her new third leg threatening to burst out at any second. Luckily they were private single bathrooms allowing her to lock the door and breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately she found the sink mirror and stared at herself once again in disbelief. Inspecting her new features and touching her beard. It was by all accounts completely insane! But that didn’t stop her from dropping her shorts and jockstraps moments later to finally let her giant new sick spring free. Gasping a little as it smacked against her abs ferociously. So this is what it felt like to be hard? Jesus… It felt like she had a steel pipe between her legs!

“What the fuuuuuckk…” She groaned as she waddled over to the sink before leaning on it for support. “That fucking genie… why did he do this? This isn’t what I wished for?” She growled as she continued to scan her new body in the mirror. Eyes wandering up and down the impressive male specimen she now was. Not being able to help constantly glancing at her pulsing cock. Until finally it clicked. Chris. He’d hardly looked at him before. But just a few minutes ago back in the gym… he did. Chris glanced at him. And it wasn’t a strange look like the other gyms were giving him. No, it was different. It was… lustful.

Klara hung her head as everything slid into place. “Chris is gay.” She sighed. That’s why the genie turned her into this. She had indeed become the embodiment of Chris’ desires… it just turned out that desire was a massive big dicked muscle monster of a man. “Yup. I guess that one’s on me.”

With that Klara took a step back and looked at herself again. “Fuck. Well I guess I’m a man now.” She flexed both of her arms in a double bicep pose. “And a huge one at that.” But her tone didn’t sound disappointed. Rather intrigued as she thought about the possibilities that came with all this. Or rather the advantages.

A large grin began to form across her face. “You know what? I could get used to this.” She murmured as she slipped off her tank top and admired her new upper body in all its glory. “No more periods, no more bras.” She began as she flexed her pecs again, slowly starting to figure out how pec bouncing worked. “No more being seen as a petite little woman who everyone assumes is weak and helpless half the time. No more being ignored simply because I’m a woman as well.”

Without a second though Klara reaches down and grips her cock tightly. Moaning as she does and loving how it feels. Not just the pleasure of it but the feeling of having a cock in general! It made her feel even more powerful in a strange way she just couldn’t explain. “Now I get to be a huge man with a booming voice that everyone will fucking listen to. Not to mention getting respect from other men simply for being a man myself.” She was loving it as she quickly began jerking herself off for the first time. “Oh god and all the male privilege I’ll get to have! Fuck yes!”

Klara continues to go on and on about all the advantages she’s going to have now with a body like this. Grinning wildly to herself as she continues to jerk. All of her worries about becoming a man swiftly slipping away as she realised how heavily the pros outweigh the cons. And of course just how amazing it felt. She was already getting intoxicated by the power and size of her new body and couldn’t imagine going back to being so small and weak in comparison.

“Urrghhuuuu! Fuuuuck! And having a cock is sooo much better than a pussy!” She exclaimed boldly. But she was right. Before she always had to touch herself in just the right away and activate the right spots to get off. But now all she had to do was stroke the massive piece of meat between her legs and it was instant eye rolling pleasure. It was so good in fact that she couldn’t bring herself to stop for even a moment. Only pumping even harder and faster by the second to slowly coax moan after moan out of herself. She loved everything about jerking off from the feeling of her muscles jiggling with every stroke to her new bull balls bouncing rhythmically along with it. She could practically feel the testosterone flooding her body and mind and she was already completely addicted to it. Addicted to being a man.

“Oooo-ooooohhh fuuck-OOOOOOHHHHH-” Klara wailed at last as her load began to well up. Not being able to stop herself as her ass tightened and one final roar escaped her lips before her new cock exploded for the first time. An eruption of cum spewing violently from the fat head of her dick. Klara couldn’t help but watch in wonder as she unleashed sperm for the first time. She almost couldn’t believe it but she was actually nutting! Splattering her own ball batter all over the mirror, floor and herself! It was unbelievable but she adored every second.

Moments later she was sitting bare ass on the floor trying to catch her breath with a huge smile on her face. She had to admit, though this wasn’t the result she’d had in mind when she made that wish, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy with the results.

After cleaning up as best she could, Klara got dressed again in her new male clothes. But before stepping out again, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She was a man now. Or rather he was a man now. And he certainly couldn’t keep going by his old girly name. He thought for a moment until suddenly a name sprung to mind. Ian. He didn’t know why but he liked it and he was sure Chris would too. But with that Ian gave himself a quick wink in the mirror before heading back out into the main gym.

As he did he couldn’t help noticing he now had information filling his head on how to use every machine in the gym alongside shit tons of bodybuilding knowledge. That was going to make maintaining his new body a hell of a lot easier but that wasn’t what he was focused on right now. His attention was tunnel visioning onto Chris.

Moments later Chris was in the middle of a set when Ian came straight up to him with a cocky and confident demeanour. Ian couldn’t help smirking when he saw the blush blooming on Chris’ face as the now smaller man ran his eyes across Ian’s godlike physique. Scanning every muscle in a not so subtle man. Jesus… how had Ian not figured out Chris was gay sooner. Just being in the presence of a massive hulking man had Chris melting into a puddle.

“Hey bro. Was wondering if you could spot me for a few sets.” Ian asked politely, his thick masculine tone cutting through the air in a way that made Chris shiver. This new masculine demeanour just came so naturally to Ian now. “And afterwards if you don’t have any plans I was thinking you and I go out later tonight? What do ya say?”

“S-sure! I’d love to sir… I-I mean bro…” Chris stumbled with his words. Flustered beyond belief in a way that made Ian chuckle.

“Perfect.” Ian responded, already imagining how he was going to toss Chris into bed later tonight and really break in his new body and cock by destroying that cute ass. God… being a man was going to be fucking spectacular.

#magic #wish #permanent #female to male #female to male tf #musclegrowth #unintentional #plan gone wrong #cock growth #straight to gay #male transformation #male muscle growth #male tf #bodybuilder #gone wrong #hunk #jock

[ihave-atummyache]

everyone is a little toxic (pt2)

Summary: reader lowkey deserves better

idk why i always make han suck so bad. i love him. i swear

reader lowk just as bad as skz fr!

angstyyyy but sfw

6.3 k words

enjoy (evil smirk)

Bang Chan:

After hiding out in the living room for a while, you decide that you should probably clean up the mess from dinner. You sigh before standing and heading to the kitchen. You scoop the leftovers into a container and start washing dishes and putting them away.

As soon as you're finished washing the dishes, however, you notice that the bowls are uneven, meaning that Chan didn't bring his bowl to the kitchen after he was done like he usually does. You sigh and decide to just face the music instead of avoiding it.

Your feet carry you to the door of his makeshift office before your brain can even process it. You don't bother knocking and Chan's back is to you but his head is on his desk and you can hear the soft snores leaving his mouth. You grab a throw blanket and approach his slumped form at the desk.

The bowl beside his head is empty and you look over at his sleeping form, noticing that his eyes seem to be much more swollen and there is evidence of tears on his face. He's really worked himself into the ground this time. You grab the bowl and retreat back to the kitchen, quickly washing it and heading to your bedroom.

You're cuddled up in bed on your phone when you hear your bedroom door creak open and soft footsteps approach the bed. You turn over when your boyfriend doesn't lay down and the sight in front of you is beyond pitiful.

Chan has the throw blanket around his shoulders and his eyes are swollen and full of tears, threatening to overflow. His bottom lip is jutting out and quivering and you can't help but act on instinct. You roll over and pull the blanket back, opening your arms.

"Oh, Chris. Come here," your voice is soft and you catch sight of one tear falling when he crawls into bed and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You feel his tears wetting your skin but you just rub comforting circles on his back and quietly try to calm your boyfriend down.

His tears slowly come to a halt and your hand makes its way into his hair, fingertips rubbing his scalp. He lets out a sigh and you know that you don't have to say anything yet, he’s thinking of what to say so you don’t have to.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I don't know why I said the things I said. I hate that I always take my stress out on you because you don't deserve it. I'm going to try to be better," he promises quietly into your neck and you pull back to get a good look at him. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen and he has tears smeared all over his face.

"Channie, it's okay I-"

"No. It's not okay. I can't keep treating you like shit and expect you to still love me," his words are harsh but you understand where he is coming from. He's taking accountability for his own actions. You reach up and brush away the wet marks on his face gently with your thumbs before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I could never stop loving you," you whisper against his lips and he presses his lips to yours in another kiss.

"I'll work on it. I swear I will," the urgency in his voice makes a smile cross your face and you nod, pulling your boyfriend to you again and he immediately nestles back into your neck.

"Let's sleep, baby. I love you," you whisper against the top of his head, planting another kiss in his hair. It only takes a few minutes before you hear his breathing get deeper and you know that he is finally fast asleep.

Lee Know:

You hear a gentle knock on the bathroom door and you let out a sound of annoyance. You knew he had a key to the bedroom but there isn't a key for the bathroom so you locked yourself in here.

"Go away, Minho. I said go yell at someone who wants to hear it," you grumble and place the bandaid over your cut. After about five minutes, you were finally able to get the bleeding to stop. Which means it only took Minho five minutes to come to his senses, find the bedroom key, and break in.

"Y/n..." his tone is pitiful and you hear him slide down the other side of the bathroom door. You take a step towards the door and decide it would be best to not open it right now. You're still too upset and seeing his perfect face right now would probably just piss you off more.

Instead you slide down on the cabinet beside the door and bring your knees to your chest, letting your head rest against the door. When your head meets the wood, there's a gently tap and Minho lets out a small sigh on the other side.

"I know you're listening, baby. Can you open the door so I can look at your cut please? There was a lot of blood and I just want to make sure you don't need stitches," he reasons in a gentle tone and you worry your teeth with your bottom lip.

His primary love language is acts of service. This is him apologizing in his own backwards, Minho kind of way.

You sigh but reach up, turning the lock. You hear your boyfriend scramble to his feet before the door swings open. You look up at him and he steps over one of your legs, standing between them and then drops to his knees, making your legs rest on either one of his thighs.

"May I?" He asks quietly, almost like if he speaks too loud, it might shatter the thick air between you two. He grabs your wrist and flips your hand over. He peels the bandaid up and you let out a hiss as the air hits it.

"I just put that on," you grumble out and he shakes his head, ultimately ignoring your complaint as he takes in the cut on your hand.

"It doesn't look like you need stitches," he pauses and you use this opportunity to sneak in your own snide comment.

"I could've told you that," your voice is dripping with sarcasm. His eyes dart to yours for a moment but he chooses not to respond to this statement either.

"You should at least bandage this properly," he finishes and reaches up next to the sink, grabbing the first aid kit. He sits back and crosses his legs. Minho grabs the back of your knees and drags you closer to him, so your knees are now hooked over his thighs.

He pulls out the gauze and bandages and starts to clean your hand and wrap it much better than you had done.

"This is all my fault," he suddenly mutters after he finishes bandaging you up. He presses a quick kiss to the place where your cut is and looks up at you.

"It isn't all your fault. Just mostly," you shrug and he lets out a half hearted laugh, cutting the tension in the room. You pull your hand from his and wrap both of your arms around his neck.

You pull yourself up to fully sit on his lap and straddle his hips more comfortably. His hands find purchase on your hips and you feel his thumbs rubbing soothing circles through your sweatpants.

"I don't know why I'm such a dick," he breathes out and locks eyes with you before continuing, "I can't figure out why someone as perfect as you would want to be with someone like me," he confesses and your heart drops. Why would he ever feel that way? If anything, you feel like its the other way around!

"I'm not perfect, Minho. And I'm with you because you're funny," you lean down and kiss his forehead gently, "Talented," another kiss to his left eye, "Handsome," a kiss to his right eye, "Smart," his nose, "Kind," you seal this one with a kiss to his lips before pulling away to look at him again.

"You are kind, Minho. Your flip from kind to annoyed just gets triggered a bit easier than everyone else's. I don't walk on eggshells around you and I never have which is why you think you're so mean to me. I just press your buttons is all," you try to reassure him and a small smile makes its way to his lips.

"I love you. You know that?" He asks wrapping his arms around you to bring you chest to chest with him.

"Mhm. I love you most," you confirm and wrap your arms around his neck as well, tightening the hug.

Changbin:

Your boyfriend isn't one to back down from a fight so seeing you walk away makes his blood boil. He follows you, hot on your heels.

"Can I just have some fucking space, Changbin. Please." It's technically a question but your demanding tone was more than enough to make it clear that you aren't asking.

"No. Talk to me," he answers anyways, ignoring the fact it wasn't really a question. You throw your hands in the air and turn around, making Changbin slam right into you. You stand your ground and don't even stumble a step.

"You want me to talk? Fine. I'll talk. What do you want me to say?" you prompt, crossing your arms over your chest. He stares at you for a moment, his mouth opening but immediately closing again.

"If you can't tell me what you want to hear, I can't say it," you instigate him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"I don't want you to say anything besides how you are feeling right mow, y/n," he grumbles out, obviously annoyed with your antics.

"Are you actually going to listen to me or are you going to brush it off like you always do?"

"I never brush things you say off," he defends but you roll your eyes in return. You sit down on the couch and lay your legs across it, throwing a blanket over you. Your boyfriend stands in the entranceway of the living room, observing and waiting for you to speak to him.

"Well?" he prompts you but you ignore him, instead reaching for the remote and flipping on the T.V.

"Bun, are you seriously not going to talk to me?" He is trying to persuade you again and you make the mistake of glancing over at him, his sickeningly sweet pout covering his face. He looks precious and you can't help the guilt you feel creeping into your chest.

"Don't start try to be all cute now," You murmur out, opting to turn your attention to the T.V instead. Although, you really weren't focusing on anything on the screen.

"Just talk to me. I hate fighting," he grabs your legs and lifts them, placing them onto his lap. You sigh but press pause on the T.V. anyways.

"You hate fighting but you cause every fight. Why is that?" You instigate, putting the remote down and trying to ignore the soothing circles your boyfriend is rubbing on your calves.

"But I don't. You just-"

"Choose your next words very wisely, Changbin," you warn before he can even begin to say anything too out of pocket. He closes his mouth and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, obviously trying to choose his words wisely. You close your eyes and let your head fall back to rest on the arm rest of the couch.

Silence falls between the two of you for a few minutes and you finally pry your eyes open to look at Changbin. He is staring straight ahead and you can tell he is deep in thought. He isn't looking at anything in particular but that crease is still sitting between his brows. You tap his stomach gently with your foot to get his attention.

"Just say it," you breathe out and he looks over at you which makes you notice the overall solemn look covering his face. His normal pout seems to be extra pouty and his shoulders are slouched. He looks defeated.

"Do you actually think I'm arrogant?" He asks quietly and you want to lie and tell him no, you want to do anything to get that look off his stupid face but you can't stop your mouth from telling the truth.

"I do. I think you are arrogant and you never want to be wrong. I think that you put yourself first in this relationship instead of us being treated as equals," you confess and he breaks eye contact, staring down at his hand on your shin instead.

"But," you continue, drawing his attention to you once more, "I do love you. I don't want you to ever think that I don't," you conclude and he nods, agreeing with you.

"Do you want to break up with me?" he suddenly asks and a lump forms in your throat. You have never thought about whether or not this attribute of Changbin's would cause the end of your relationship. It has definitely taken its toll on you mentally and your relationship.

"Can I be honest with you?" You ask and he immediately nods, silently begging for your answer to be no.

"I honestly don't know," you breathe out, his glassy eyes meet yours, he's surprised to see that there are no tears in your eyes. You actually seem surprisingly calm and very level headed.

"Have you thought about this before?" His voice crack gives way to how he is actually feelings and you swallow, shaking your head, "Then how are you so calm?" He asks, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

"I'm not sure. I just have a lot on my mind I think. I never want to leave you. I mean, God, you're the love of my life but it just seems like you have... growing up to do," you speak quietly, trying your best not to break his already fragile state anymore.

"Please don't leave me," He's suddenly begging you, grip tightening around your ankle. His big pleading puppy dog eyes are boring into yours and you sit up. You reach forward and place a hand on his cheek, using your thumb to gently wipe a few tears.

"Let's just see how this all pans out, yeah?" You ask him and lean forward, pressing your forehead to his, before leaning back to your original position and pulling your legs off his lap.

"For tonight, I think you should go home," You continue and stand, walking towards your front door. Changbin stares at you for a moment before gathering his phone, wallet, and keys into his pocket and following you. You open the door and he steps out, turning to face you.

"Good night, Binnie. I love you," you speak out but before he can open his mouth to reply, you close the door and turn the deadbolt.

Hyunjin:

You hear the gentle knocks on your door but opt against actually answering. He has your code so if he actually wants to talk to you, he can get in. You don't have to guess who it is. Your boyfriend does this anytime you have any sort of disagreement. Suddenly, he's at your door step and begging for forgiveness.

"Go away, Hwang Hyunjin," you yell from your spot on the couch when he knocks again. Instead of listening to you, you hear the code get punched in and he enters anyways.

"What part of 'go' and 'away' do you not understand? And if you were going to come in anyways, what's the point of knocking?" You complain. Your boyfriend kicks off his shoes and leans against the door frame to the living room.

"I don't want to walk in if you aren't home. And I definitely(italics) am not listening to what you have to say if you're using my full name. There is a list of names my girlfriend is allowed to call me and I can guarantee 'Hwang Hyunjin' is not(italics) on the list," he raises his eyebrows at you and crosses his arms.

"Well since you broke in, what do you want?" you prompt him to go ahead and say what he needs to because you really aren't in the mood for his bullshit today.

"I just came to apologize," he pushes himself off the doorframe and approaches you but you scoff and stand from the couch, keeping the distance between the two of you.

"If you were ever truly sorry, we wouldn't go through this so much, you know? If you meant your apologies then this," you point back and forth between the two of you, "Wouldn't be so hard," you deadpan and he takes another step which you mirror by taking a step backwards.

"We're hard? Like you and me? This is hard to you?" He asks quietly, chewing the inside of his cheek. You open your mouth but snap it closed again when you realize just how harsh this is coming out.

"Just say it, y/n. Just tell me the truth. I'm a big boy, I can handle it," his voice is barely louder than a whisper. You run your hands through your hair and let out a groan, turning away from him.

"Why do I always have to come out as the bad guy? Yes, Hyunjin, this is hard. I knew it would be hard coming into this with you. I can deal with paparazzi. I can deal with crazy fans. I can deal with strict management. I can't deal with this image that you for some reason feel like you need to maintain. Do you not see the strain it is putting on this relationship?" You rant. You want to stop the words from leaving your mouth but they're tumbling from your tongue before your brain can stop them.

"I just want to be..." he starts but trails off quickly when he realizes what he was going to say.

"Perfect(italics)." You finish for him and his eyes drop to the floor between the two of you. You're right. He has been putting more strain on looking good for everyone else, that he isn't even noticing the unhappiness of his own girlfriend.

"I don't even know what to say right now. I don't think anything I can say will satisfy you," he makes this confession much more solemnly than his last. You let out a sigh and wait for his eyes to meet yours again.

"I love you and I always will but I think we need some time apart. How does that sound?" You offer and hear him suck in a sharp breath at the suggestion. You also don't really want to take a 'break' but you feel like you really have some things to think about.

"That sounds terrible," he deadpans and your lip finds its way between between your teeth before he takes a breath and continues, "But if that will make you happy, I'm willing to do anything for you," he nods at you and you nod in reply.

He turns away from you and slips his shoes that he just removed back on before opening the door and closing it gently behind him.

Han:

A few hours later, it is way past your usual bedtime and you find yourself obsessing over the video of your boyfriend. He hasn't come to try to work things out with you and you find yourself anxiously bouncing your leg at the bar.

"What am I doing?" you speak out to yourself again before standing and making your way to the bedroom. When you enter, you hear the water running in the shower and crawl into your bed, hoping to be asleep before Jisung is out.

Just as your eyes are getting to heavy to stay open, you hear the shower water turn off and Jisung moving around the bathroom, getting ready for bed. Although you are mad at him, the familiar sounds of his nighttime routine lull you right to sleep.

When you awake the next morning, you don't feel Jisung around you at all. You reach for your phone and are quite surprised to see 99+ notifications on pretty much every single one of your social medias. You unlock your phone and click on one of the apps, immediately going to Jisungns profile. This has to be something to do with him.

You click on his story and click through a few before you see the reason for your sudden increase in popularity. Jisung had posted you sleeping peacefully on his story with the caption, 'the only one for me'. You can't stop the smile that covers your face and hop out of bed to find your boyfriend.

You are pleased to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a hand written note in the middle when you enter your kitchen.

'I won't be here when you see this, but I want to make everything up to you when I get back from the studio. I love you my heart'

An even bigger smile covers your face when you read the note and you hold it up to your heart while you lean down to smell the flowers. He knows you well and he knows how to make you happy. Happy enough to almost forget about your feelings from last night.

Almost.

You walk back to your room and grab your phone, opening your boyfriend's contact.

'flowers won't fix it jisung'

You send it before you have time to over think what to say. You toss your phone down and get everything ready to take a quick shower. Hopefully, it'll help you gather your thoughts and get your mind right before he gets home.

You hear your phone vibrate and are surprised to see Jisung's name. Whenever he is at the studio or practicing, he rarely replies. This is expected since he is busy and working on his career. You can't expect him to be at your every beck and call.

'Good morning. I'm on my way home now' your eyebrows drop to a furrow at the message. It was still early in the morning and he couldn't have left too long before you woke up.

'?? you just left'

'I was just busying my mind until you woke up. I'll get us coffee' you lock your phone and head to the bathroom again. This gives you much less thinking time than you would like.

Around the same time you are pulling a hoodie over your head to protect you from the chill in the air, you hear your front door opening. You can tell from the footsteps that it's Jisung and walk out to see him sat at the dining room table on his phone and sipping a coffee.

His eyes shoot up to meet yours when he notices you're there and he pushes your coffee towards the other side of the table. You sit across from him and pull the coffee towards you, taking a sip. It was perfect, exactly how you like it and your chest tightens. He really does seem to try to be a good boyfriend. So why is it so hard to keep his attention on just you?

"Y/n? Did you hear me?" Jisung's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and and you blink at him a few times, bringing yourself back to reality.

"I said I'm sorry," he repeats himself, picking at the label on his coffee cup before continuing, "I'm sorry for being such a shit boyfriend. I'm sorry for always making you second guess my loyalty. I was thinking last night after you said what you said and I think I finally realize where you are coming from. I don't mean for you to be a secret," he tries to explain himself but in all honesty, it isn't pulling at you.

"Say something?" he pleads suddenly and you break eye contact, looking down at the cup again.

"I'm tired," you breathe out, looking back up at him again. He purses his lips in confusion before asking for clarification.

"Didn't you just wake up?"

"I don't mean physically. I mean... mentally. Emotionally. I'm exhausted," you confess and Jisung's grip on his cup tightens.

"What do you mean? Are you breaking up with me? Baby, please," he's suddenly begging and reaches across the table to take your hand in his but you retreat, staying just out of his reach.

"You hurt me. It hurts seeing the one that I love have their eyes on somebody else. You get that don't you?" you ask quietly. The tense silence falls between the two of you and Jisung's eyes grow wide.

"You love me?" he whispers it out. If there were any other noises in the house, you wouldn't have been able to hear the question. You sigh but nod anyways.

"I do. But, I love myself too. I deserve better than what you are giving me right now. You get that, don't you?" you ask and feel the first tears spring to your eyes. You let your eyes focus in the ceiling to try to prevent the tears from falling.

"I'm so sorry," Jisung's voice cracks and you look at him to see tears flowing freely down his face, "I love you too. I love you so much that it hurts," he confesses. You stand from the table and nod down at the crying boy in front of you.

"Then let me go," you speak quietly and a small broken sob rips through your ex boyfriend's chest.

Felix:

You stir when you wake up, happy to be off today and happy to feel your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you. As soon as you move even an inch, Felix’s arms tighten around you and you immediately relax into his touch. You move slightly and realize that he has on different clothes than he did last night.

“How long have you been up?” you ask, voice still hoarse with sleep. He presses a kiss to the back of your head and pulls you impossibly closer to his body.

“Only an hour or so. I had something to take care of,” his deep voice carries no traces of sleep at all. He has been up for a while.

“Oh?” You question, turning in his arms and facing him finally. He looks like an angel. Maybe it’s because you just woke up and are feeling extra nice but he really looks so pretty.

“Mhm. I got on the phone with IT and got your computer fixed. Go look,” a small prideful small covers his face and you sit up quickly in the bed.

“No way! Really?” you squeal and jump out of the bed, going straight to your desk and opening the laptop. A huge smile covers your face when you realize that he is telling the truth. Your computer is finally working how it should be.

“As happy as I am that you did this, I’m kind of sad,” you turn and face Felix and his smile drops at your words.

“Why’s that, princess?”

“Because now I actually have to work on my project,” you giggle and his smile immediately reappears. He stands from the bed and walks over to you, standing between your legs. You wrap your arms around his hips and rest your chin on his stomach to look up at him. He busies on of his hands with smoothing your bed head and the other rubs soothing circles on your shoulder.

“Thank you. You’re the best, Lixie,” you place a kiss to his stomach before turning your head and pressing your cheek to his stomach instead, making the hug a bit deeper. Before Felix can reply with something far too humble and far too cute, you speak again.

“I’m sorry for how I acted last night. I know you’re just being helpful but I hate feeling stupid,” you confess and his fingers scratch at your scalp.

“It is never my intent to make you feel that way. You are probably the smartest person I know,” he responds quietly and you turn your head to look up at him again.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you speak up and he moves his hands to cup your face instead.

“I like to think I’m the lucky one,” he smiles down at you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Seungmin-

Your tears are streaming down your face with the water and you’re forcing back sobs. You are too occupied to hear the bathroom door open, your boyfriend taking his own clothes off, even the shower curtain being pulled back.

You don’t even realize that Seungmin is in the room with you until you feel his hands wrap around your middle and his bare chest presses to your bare back. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder and that’s all it takes for the dam to break and the sobs start sneaking past your lips.

“Did I make you cry?” His voice is quiet, guilty and you nod your head, then shake it, then nod again, before shaking it once more. Seungmin fights back the chuckle that threatens to leave his throat at your uncertainty.

“Why don’t you like me?” The words leave your mouth and a deafening silence would be filling the room if it weren’t for the running water.

“I love you, y/n. Don’t think-”

“I know you love me, Seungmin. Why don’t you like(italics) me?” your breathing returns to normal and Seungmin wraps his arms fully around your middle. Hugging you tightly from behind.

“I like you more than anyone in the world,” he speaks into your damp hair and you chew down on your lip, trying your best to calm your emotions.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you speak out and let your head fall back into his shoulder, allowing him access to press a gentle kiss to your neck.

“I hate that I hurt you so much. I just don’t know how to express myself well when it comes to you. I try to be straightforward but it just comes across as…” he trails off and you can’t help finishing the sentence for him.

“Cruel(italics),” you breathe out and his thumbs rub either side of your ribs for a moment before he finally nods against your neck in agreement. You sigh and let your hand make its way behind you and gently thread into your boyfriend’s hair, scratching his scalp gently.

“I’ll wash your hair,” you offer and he immediately loosens his grip and switches places with you. Seungmin loves when you wash his hair and he never denies you when you offer. He looks into your eyes for a moment and leans down, placing a gentle kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees in front of you.

You tilt his head back into the stream of water and start lathering it up with shampoo Seungmin’s eyes never leave your face and a small smile makes its way to your face, accompanied by a light blush.

“Close your eyes,” you demand but he shakes his head, his hands running up and down the back of your thighs.

“I can’t. You’re so pretty,” now it’s Seungmin’s turn to blush and you shake your head at him.

“I’m sure I’m all puffy and splotchy from crying earlier,” he tease him but his mouth drops into a small pout at the statement. He seems genuinely upset that he made you cry like that.

“Have I ever made you cry before?” he suddenly asks and your eyes dart to his eyes quickly before focusing back on his hair. You hum in response and hud grip your thighs tightens, making you stop and look into his eyes again. If you ever kicked a puppy, you can imagine it would show a very similar expression.

“Time to rinse,” you gulp and tilt Seungmin’s head towards the stream again and rinse the shampoo out. You expect him to rise but he remains on his knees in front of you and presses a kiss to your hip.

“I love you. I like you. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else,” he suddenly confesses and you smile down at him before dropping to your knees to be face to face with him.

“It’s going to take much more than you making me cry a few times for me to leave you alone, Kin Seungmin,” you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

I.N:

When you walk into the mall to buy a new perfume, you don’t expect to run into anyone you know, especially your ex boyfriend. Especially not your ex boyfriend who you are just as in love with now as you were two months ago.

“Innie?” Your voice comes out before you can think on whether or not it is a better idea to pretend you don’t see him. He tenses and you notice his shoulders seem a bit more broad than you remember and you can see some muscles peaking through the back of his black t-shirt.

He turns and your eyes lock for a moment. Although you can’t see the bottom half of his face through the mask, you know his mouth is open by the shock in his eyes. You approach him and he freezes again, obviously unsure of where this is going.

“It’s good to see you. How are you?” You decide to break the ice and Jeongin blink for what seems like the first time since you locked eyes.

“I’ve been better. How are you, y/n? You look good as always. Just got off work?” He asks finally, putting down the hoodie in his hands. You nod in response and glance down at his shirt again.

“I did. Was just going to get more perfume and a bite to eat,” you pause and chew on your lip for a second before continuing, “Wanna join?” your voice is quiet, cautious. If he rejects you, it seems like it would hurt less if you don’t fully ask him out loud. This was stupid. You should’ve known better than to-

“I would love to. Same place as always?” Jeongin’s voice interrupts your thoughts and you smile at him, nodding.

“Same place as always,” you parrot him and he quickly falls into step with you, both of you completely abandoning the original goal of why you’re both at the mall.

You both enter the restaurant and get sat quickly. The entire place was practically empty which makes it easy for Jeongin to remove his mask and not have to worry about being photographed. He reaches up to remove his mask and your eyes drop to his bicep. He definitely is getting bigger.

“Have you been working out?” you ask and cross your hands in front of you on the table. A bashful smile covers his face and he scratches his head, focusing down on the menu instead.

“Yeah a little bit,” he mumbles out and you smile. He’s just as sweet and just as humble as always. You two drop into small talk for the most part until your food arrives at the table.

“You know,” Jeongin starts before scooping up a bite of food, “The night we broke up, I was going to ask if you wanted to come here to eat with me. I was going to let us finally be photographed together,” he concludes and you freeze at his statement.

“Are we going to do this right now? You want to talk about this?” you ask quietly and set your fork down on the table.

“I want to say no but seeing you like this just makes me miss you so much,” he confesses, sitting his own fork down as well.

“Where were you, Innie?” you deadpan and he breaks eye contact, glancing down at your plate then meeting your eyes again.

“I just didn’t want you to see me like that. I wasn’t anywhere but home, physically(italics). But in my head, I wasn’t me. I was somebody that I didn’t even recognize. I was hurting and I didn’t want to hurt you so I pushed you away,” he concludes and chews the inside of his cheek.

“You hurt me more by pretending I didn’t exist,” you whisper across the table and he runs a hand through his hair. He nods in agreement and you nod back, pushing your plate away from you slightly so you can lean on the table again.

“I’m sorry. I still love you and I always will, y/n. You know that right?” He reaches across the table and places his hand on top of yours, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. You flip your hand over and he quickly intertwines your fingers.

“I still love you and I always will, Innie. We should hang out again soon,” you offer and he nods, eagerly.

“Already wanting to hang out with me again and we just started this hang out,” he teases and you laugh, kicking him gently under the table.

“Hush. We have much more to talk to about, mister,” you reply and pull your hand from his, picking your utensils back up. “For now, I’m going to dig in. I haven’t been able to force myself to come here since we broke up and it smells too good,” you confess and he nods.

“Me too,”

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[ryejism]

a/n: happy ryujin day! my gift to you all, subby ryujin ( surprising, i know. ) i have a few more better drafts on the way soon

it wasn’t often ryujin was both horny, and away from you at the same time. why would anything or anyone else turn her on besides you? not this time however.

while traveling away from you for a few weeks, she pent up a lot of arousal just from staying up at night letting her mind accidentally wander to the sexual encounters with you, or imagining you holding her and trailing your hands lower… lower… it kept her up at night. she knew she couldn’t compare to how you’d make her feel and decided it’s no use even trying.

but this time, she couldn’t wait. she had settled on the thought that maybe it’s worth a try.

and so when she got back to her lonely hotel room, she crawled into bed, pulled the covers over her bottom half, and began to call your number. at least hearing your voice would maybe help her.

“ hey, baby. “ you picked up the call and immediately answered.

“ hi.. “ she said breathlessly while clenching her legs together.

“ you okay? “ you never figured your girlfriend would be on the opposite line attempting to get herself off.

“ yeah, just talk to me, baby….. wanna hear your voice. “ her hand slid under her waistband and through her panties, rubbing herself against her hand.

“ okay then, “ you chuckled at her cuteness. “ how was your day today? “

“ could be better. “ she replied.

she started to get frustrated with the restraint her pants and underwear gave her, deciding to remove them for better access.

“ aw i’m sorry baby. is there any way i can make it better? “

yes actually, yes there is, ryujin thought to herself.

“ mm… just- keep talking to me, please. “ she had began to sound desperate and you were catching on. she decided to move her fingers to circle her sensitive and aching clit to your voice.

“ dirty girl you are, ryujin. “ your voice rang through her speaker. she was embarrassed, how did you know? it’s not like she hasn’t fucked and been fucked by you countless times to remember how she sounds and acts when being fucked.

“ don’t- don’t say that. “ she breathed out.

“ is anyone there with you? “ you began to maybe worry, but no, no way ryujin would do that.

“ no, just me. “ she replied surely.

“ facetime me. lemme see you, love. “ you asked softly.

ryujin obeyed of course, facetiming you instead and being met with your pretty face. her pussy reacted immediately, clenching around her fingers and imagining they were yours.

she was hiding her face partially, mainly because she was embarrassed, but also couldn’t actually keep the camera still on her anyways.

“ baby… i can’t see. “ you pouted and ryujin immediately fixed the angle, now you could see her full face and oh was she gorgeous.

her face contorted in pleasure as she fingered herself under the covers.

“ what’re you doing? “ you played oblivious, but you knew exactly what she was doing.

“ i’m— just laying here, baby. “ she replied.

“ just? laying there? i think there’s more, baby. “ you watched as her face began to turn red out of embarrassment.

“ no… that’s not all. “ she picked up her pace. “ fuck… “ she whined.

all you could do was chuckle at her desperateness, making her even more embarrassed.

“ flip the camera for a second, let me see. “ ryujin obeyed of course, flipping the camera and removing the blanket to show her fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt.

“ so fucking pretty and pathetic, baby. i’m gonna treat that pussy so good when you’re back. “

by now, ryujin figured there was nothing left to hide anymore and propped the camera up on the bedside table so you could watch as she touches herself. you only had a view of her face, but that’s what you prefer anyways. it was sexy to watch her face react to pleasure and look at you with so much want. soon she’d be back to you, and soon she’d get fucked how she deserves, and that though alone is what pushes her past her limit and combusts, all for you, in front of you.

she stayed on the line, talking to you ( normally ) until she let her eyes carry her to a deep slumber. her mic sometimes would pick up on her cute little snores or sounds in her sleep and it made you awe. you missed sleeping next to her just as much, and couldn’t wait for her to return back home.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #ryujin smut #ryujin imagines #kpop smut #ryujin x reader #lgbtq #wlw post

[heeseung-min]

[23:05]

Money? You have no problem with that.

Bills? You can solve all of it easily without struggling.

Work while studying? You don't need to do that.

You don't need to struggle to build your life cause you have someone to do that for you.

You have sugar daddies, Jay and Sunghoon. Yes not one but two sugar daddies. You met them while you was working at the bar. Jay offered first when he met you and getting to know that you are still a student and then after a while he introduced you to his best friend, Sunghoon and immediately he became interested to you. Now both of them always shower you with luxury things and your bank account will never be empty.

In return, you need to treat them with pleasure. Doesn't matter if it's sex or not, you just need to spend time with both of them and no one else. You're okay with that cause they are fun to be with. Someday, Sunghoon will bring you to amusement park while Jay will bring you to some restaurants so you can try their foods. Someday, you will spend time with them at home on your bed.

However, you noticed that both of them started to get more serious with you. You noticed they would buy something with their initials so you can wear it and they will ask you few questions that you felt weird about it.

"Where you want to get married, Y/n?"

"Ehh? What are you talking about?"

You asked as you doing your makeup. Jay on the other hand was laying on the bed while staring at you on the mirror. You spent your night with Jay yesterday and now you are getting ready to your class.

"I just want to know."

"Well, I'm not looking for that right now."

You said as you finished your makeup and got your bag before went out from the room.

"Why you don't wear the new necklace that I bought?"

"I prefer this one instead."

"Wear the new one. I like it more. It looks better when you wear my initial."

Sunghoon casually said as he stared at you while you were studying. He went closer to hug you from behind and left some kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"You are mine, right? So, you should show that as well."

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However, Jay and Sunghoon started to notice you have been spending less time with them. You no longer go dates with them nor letting them spending a night with you.

"No wonder, she got a crush on someone."

Jay said as he looked to the photos that he got from someone he paid. Yes, he paid someone to spy on you at the university. He looked at the way you smiled to the guy is same like how you used to be with them.

Sunghoon scoffed when he saw the pictures. He can't believe you would ever think to be with someone else when you already have two guys obsessed with you.

"I guess it's time to teach her."

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You felt someone caressing your face when you woke up from your sleep. Slowly, you opened your eyes trying to gain consciousness and saw Sunghoon and Jay were on your sides. When they finally saw you woke up, Sunghoon leaned closer and whispered to you.

"We have surprise for you, baby."

You didn't say anything but stared at him confusedly. Then, you turned to Jay who went out from the room and brought something or more like someone to your room. You can't see the face because they hid it with some clothes but you can detect that the person was a guy. You felt scared watching how the guy seems so fragile. Sunghoon walked out from your bed and went to the guy.

"We noticed that your attention seems to be at someone else. So, we decided to look what's been stealing your attention from us."

You became nervous after listening to what he said. You wanted to go in front of him but then Jay pulled you and tied you up to the bed instead.

"Jay, what are you-"

"Turn out this guy was the reason and now we want to show you what would happen when someone tried to steal you from us."

You turned back to Sunghoon and saw he was already holding golf stick and started to swing it to the man's direction. You gasped loudly at the sight you see. Sunghoon scoffed when he saw the man still can move a little bit. He then swung the golf stick again straight to the man's face. He remained calm even the blood splattered to his face.

"SUNGHOON STOP!!!"

"You were the one who started it, baby."

You were thrashing around to let yourself go from the bed but Jay came to you and hugged your body tightly from behind to lessen your move. You watched in horror how Sunghoon keep hitting the man with the golf stick and kicked his face until the last breath. Your breath became unstable and your face got wet by your tears. When Sunghoon finally satisfied, he threw the stick to the side and immediately went to kiss your lips. You felt suffocating and got to taste the blood from the victim. Jay caressed your body gently even though what happened just now traumatize you so much.

"You can't go to someone else, Y/n. You only belong to us."

Oh, Y/n.

You made two guys obsessed with you.

Now you will face the consequences.

dang man i dont feel that good about this story but hopefully you guys enjoy it

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[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! One of the genderbendy stories, please? Lady Mo, maybe?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40

Xuanyu groans and rolls her eyes when Lan Wangji insists on treating her wounds before they continue, but apparently decides she's tested his patience enough for one evening because she says, "Fine," and and begins to untie her robe.

He steps closer and grabs her wrists. "What are you doing?"

She looks up at him and this close he can see the exhaustion lingering in her dark eyes. "You just said you wanted to bandage me up before we left again!"

"You cannot undress in front of," he gestures around them.

She frowns, following his hand, and then looks down at herself. "Oh. Right, forgot that mattered now." He quirks an eyebrow and she blinks, face going a shade paler before she pastes a too wide smile across her face. "Okay, well, the carriage then?" She doesn't wait for him to answer, instead raising her voice to shout, "Sizhui, make sure our guests get something to eat before we get moving."

"Yes, Lady Xuanyu," Sizhui says, more formerly than he would normally, but Sizhui takes after him in that he tends to fall back on formality when he's feeling out of sorts.

Lan Wangji sighs and leads her to the carriage with a hand on the small of her back. His instinct is to grab her arm and drag her there, but she gets squirmy and argumentative, and he's had quite enough of both.

She hops into the carriage, only wincing at little at the sudden motions, and he follows her in, setting down the supplies he'd grabbed and then closing the doors firmly behind them.

"It's really not that bad," she says as she undoes her robes and slides them down her shoulders. "We'll have time to bathe when we arrive at Koi Tower and I could have just cleaned them there. They don't really need bandages."

He ignores her and doesn't let his eyes linger on her breasts even as he gets flash of memory of closing his lips around a small, dark nipple and biting, his tongue running the indents his teeth had left in soft flesh.

"You didn't need to go running off alone," he says, hoping it's dark enough that she doesn't see the flush he can feel crawling up his neck.

She scoffs as he presses a damp cloth against the stab wound between her shoulder and collarbone, cleaning away the tacky blood. "Song Lan needed help and he's my friend."

Lan Wangji wants to ask once again how in the world she knew were Xiao Xingchen was, how she'd been able to lead Song Lan right to him, but one issue at a time. "You could have told us that and we would have helped."

"Uh huh," she says.

He presses down harder than he'd intended and she hisses in pain. He pulls back, grudgingly admitting to himself that she was right. The wound has already closed and the bruises covering her chest have turned a sickly yellow, looking days old rather than hours. He's never seen anyone improve a golden core so quickly before, especially using such dubious methods.

He doesn't want to say the wrong thing, so he gives himself time to gather his thoughts as he wrings out the cloth. "We are not the Mo. Or the Jin."

"Uh, yeah? I noticed," she answers, pulling her robes open even wider to reveal even more bruised skin and the curved slice around her right hip.

"Have you," he asks quietly, keeping his touch gentle as he cleans the blood from thigh. "You are not - you don't have to," he stops, taking a deep breath and pausing his motions so he doesn't accidentally hurt her again. "You are not required to tell me anything that you don't want me to know. However. I am your husband."

"I noticed that too," she says, voice coming out low, and Lan Wangji does not allow himself to be distracted by the fact that he's kneeling over his mostly naked wife, her body small and soft and strong, evening bleeding and bruised.

"Then you should act like it," he returns, and odd reversal of their argument after the waterfall. "In the Lan you are not a bastard daughter but my legitimate wife. If you'd told me you wished to assist Song Lan, I would have helped you, and others would have volunteered to accompany us. You would not have needed to go alone. "

Xuanyu glares at him, somehow even more compelling with the anger brightening her eyes. "I was fine alone. I didn't need you."

"This is not about needing," he says softly, "but about having. Whether you need me or not is irrelevant. You have me. Next time I hope you remember that."

He ties her inner robe together before jumping out of the carriage, leaving her to redress herself. He feels the weight of her gaze on him, but she doesn't say anything.

Lan Wangi sighs, rubbing at his forehead. He drops into the seat next to his brother, noting Sizhui and Jingyi sitting at the same table as their guests and insistently putting more and more food on their plates over their protests. Well, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen's protests. A-Qing seems quite happy to eat everything put in front of her.

Xichen raises an eyebrow.

"How long did it take Jin Guangyao to trust you?" he asks impulsively, regretting asking almost as soon as it's out of his mouth.

Xichen sighs, "Oh, Wangji," and doesn't answer.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #alexseanchai #untamed

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

What is Simon 'Ghost' Riley actually like in a relationship (according to me)

A/N: I know this isn't anything like the things I usually write fics about but if I don't get this out of my system, I will spontaneously combust into flames from thought overload. There is a lot of great fics about him out there, 100%, but there is a steamy pile of garbage as well which makes Simon "an abusive asshole" to quote a TikTok I recently saw - and I couldn't agree more. So, here is my soft take on this tough guy and I hope you can enjoy reading this despite it being pretty far away from everything else on this blog.

Warnings: mentions of torture, violence, weapons, PTSD, profanity, explicit sexual themes but also so much fluff and softness

A/N pt. 2: I base this on Ghost's backstory according to the comic books as well as the video games but this is just my take so if you imagined him differently, that is totally valid!

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Firstly and most importantly, Simon is a very different in his private life compared to his work; meaning he is good at separating the violent side of his work life from the life he has with you.

He must be the softest, the most gentle person there is when he is with you. I think he is very shy in the beginning as well as in early relationship given how his father treated him growing up. It is not that Simon wouldn't trust you, it's more that he would not trust himself. After all, after the Manuel Roba operation, he was tortured for months and came out with severe anger issues.

However, he was able to resolve this when he re-joined the military and engaged therapy but the scars remained: both mental as well as physical.

The reason why Ghost never takes off his mask is because of the scars Vernon and the lot left on his face (and the rest of his body). They are healed now but whenever he sees them in the mirror, he is reminded of everything he has been through, especially the loss of his family.

After Simon had told you why he keeps his mask on even in private life, at least the bottom part, you would not mind it as much but you would also reassure him that the way you feel about him could never be changed by some scars.

Needless to say, Simon would be very, very protective of you. He has lost everyone he has ever loved and cared about and he would never allow the same happen with you. It must be said though that Simon is not possessive. He above all knows the importance of freedom, especially when it comes to making choices about yourself and your comfort.

Still, Simon would face some control issues when you'd go out on your own. At work, he is used to being in charge of everybody, making sure everyone is safe and manning their positions. But with you, he needs to remind himself you are not going to war but just out with your friends, out grocery shopping, out to the library or somewhere. The thought of losing you drives him insane. He could never forgive himself if it happened when he could be by your side instead.

It goes without saying though that Simon prefers the comfort of his home to just about any other place. Clubs give him anxiety and the loud music triggers his PTSD, bars and restaurants are okay here and there but there is no place like home.

He does enjoy hiking and walking with you though.

Simon is romantic by heart so picnics in the nature would be his go-to dates. A bottle of wine, cheese and olives, a blanket in a spot with a view... You'd trace his features gently with the tip of your finger; the curve of his nose, his lips where he'd take your hand in his and kissed it softly as you would lay together in a secluded spot somewhere.

Bonus: when you decide to go home, Simon would never let you help carry any of the things he'd brought. Maybe the blanket but everything else, he'd pile up in his massive arms and carry them all the way home while barely seeing over the heap.

When it comes to sex, Simon would be just as reserved as with taking off his mask in the beginning. He would need much assurance from you that you really wanted to be with him intimately before trying anything.

Contrary to popular belief, Simon would never do anything that could even remotely hurt you when you had sex (or otherwise). On the one hand, he is well aware of his size and strength, and on the other, it is his childhood trauma that keeps him from trying anything that could potentially hurt you (even choking, spanking, etc. is not something he is comfortable with) even if you'd ask him to experiment.

Simon has seen, felt and inflicted too much violence in his life to have it included in his love life as well. All he wants to do is make you feel safe and loved especially when you have sex because this is one of the ways he expresses his love to you.

His sex drive is not that high but when you do have sex, he likes to make it special and intimate. Simon is very serious about it and wants you to enjoy yourself more than anything. To be honest, just seeing you climax causes him do the same.

He enjoys going down on your very much; the intimacy, the softness of your moans, his arms locked around your thighs when his fingers are not intertwined with yours.

Simon's favourite part though is the aftercare. He loves cuddling with you. Physical touch is yet another of his love languages although he was very reserved in the beginning of the relationship.

He is the big spoon the majority of time but sometimes (his favourite) Simon lays his head on your chest, wraps his arms around your waist and lets you play with his hair. He can fall asleep almost instantly.

It cannot be stressed enough that Simon never ever EVER raises his voice at you. Even when you are having an argument (which is not often), he never yells much less gets violent in any way.

He is a great listener and despite not saying much a lot of the time, Simon communicates well although he struggles very much to word his feelings.

After an argument or just for no particular occasion at all, Simon gets you flowers (a lot) - and different kinds every time. Another way for Simon to apologize is to cook for you. He is not very good at it but it is the effort that counts.

When he is away on a mission, Simon calls you a lot just to hear your voice, especially when he is too stressed to fall asleep. Your voice calms him down and help him get some rest but also reassures him you are alright whilst he is not there to keep you safe.

Simon likes to listen about your day, your feelings and your ideas. It keeps his mind far away from dark places. But every now and again, he would trust you with a fragment of his memories when his thoughts are just too loud. You know how precious and how rare it is that Simon opens up to you.

You don't say anything when he talks about his memories and his family but you always hold his hand, brushing your thumb across his calloused knuckles or drawing gentle shapes against his broad back.

You pepper his skin with soft kisses when his voice quietens and lead his head to rest against your chest as you pet his hair.

He likes to listen to you sing too, even if your voice is not the greatest. Even just humming a random melody and feeling your chest vibrate softly beneath his cheek will ease his heart.

Random bonus: Simon drinks English breakfast, no cream and one cube of sugar and has an occasional cigarette with it (Marlboro).

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley imagine #modern warefare 2 x reader #modern warfare 2

[strawberriianime]

That's All You Got?

♡ ryomen sukuna x reader , yuji itadori x reader

♡ you spend a passionate time with your boyfriend but sukuna decides to tag in~

♡ cw: 18+ content, descriptions of sex, dirty talk (sukuna), vanilla sex (yuji), sukuna switches with yuji, fingering, nipple play, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected sex, creampies, sexxxxxx.

Everything about Yuji was perfect, he treated you well and pretty much worshiped the ground you walked on. You both had been dating long enough and decided to make your relationship more intimate. However that took some convincing as he was worried about Sukuna, but that was the least of your worries. "You sure you're not uncomfortable? He can see this..." he stressed removing the white tee he had been wearing. "How many times do I have to tell you that I am literally okay. Plus, it's not the first time we've done this now relax" You placed your lips onto his allowing him to taste the watermelon lip balm you had been wearing earlier. He was quick to pull you closer to him, his cool hands running up your thin tank fondling the clasp of your bra. Discarding the thin fabric, and your blue lace bra he took his index finger and thumb rolling your soft buds between his fingers. You let out a slight whimper, as he latched onto your nipple swirling his tongue around and sucking carefully. He released your nipple with a slight pop as he pushed you back onto the bed laying you carefully on your back. He brought his face back to yours, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he rolled down your panties allowing your bare cunt to feel the cool breeze in the room. Kissing you passionately, you felt one of his fingers run along your slit collecting the juices that had formed using it to tease at your clit. He pushed two fingers inside allowing you to adjust before he started moving. He cycled his fingers inside prepping you just enough to let him slide in. You let out a moan as he pushed your legs apart granting him access to align himself to your entrance. "You ready baby?" he asked as you nodded in response. You arched your back as you felt him slide in, stretching you almost beyond your limits. "Fuck baby you feel so good" he groaned biting his lip and trying his hardest to not cum just yet. Gripping the back of the bed, he began pumping in and out and a steady pace throwing his head back in the process. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you and allowing him to drill even deeper into you. "F-Fuck" he moaned out fastening his pace causing you to grip the white bed sheets you laid on. "Keep going I'm close" you moaned out scratching along his back and chasing your own high. With a stutter of his hips, he quickly pulled out just as you were washed with your own orgasm, light ropes of his cum painting your stomach. As you were catching your breath, you heard a voice "Don't think you're done just yet." Sukuna's voice rang throughout the bedroom realigning himself at your overstimulated entrances bypassing your puffy folds.

Before you could protest, you felt the familiar feeling of your cunt being stretched. He threw your tired legs over his shoulder allowing him to reach a new deepness that Yuji has never explored. His thrust was sharp, but they were rough as well each snap of his hips causing his dick to jab harshly at your cervix. "That brat doesn't know how to fuck a woman properly. I know deep down you want to be fucked like the dirty slut you are" His teasing words caused you to clench down onto him as he smirked down at you. "I can barely move your pussy's almost too tight but you like that huh. You like hearing me call you a dirty slut it gets you wet huh." As much as you'd like to disagree, he was right sex with Yuji was soft and vanilla, and sex with Sukuna was thrilling. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt him slide out of you leaving you confused for the moment. "Flip" was all he said, and you did just that. Positioned on your hands and knees, you felt him push down on your back making you arch your back deeply. You felt him place his hands on your hips, stiff dick poking at your entrance one more using your juices to slide right in. You moaned loudly, shoving your face into the pillow and he began fucking into you at an inhumane pace. The room was filled with your nonstop moans and the squelching sound of your wetness meeting his thrust. "Fuck, you're wet as hell no wonder why he can barely last. Tch and after all that you're still tight as ever. Pussy this good is rare to find" He took his left hand and placed it on your back holding you in place. You could barely hold on much longer, as you began pulsating around his dick, "About to cum already, ha gotta train you how to take dick properly." he angeled his hips pumping into you at a newly found pace. "I'm going to cum deep inside this pussy. You'd like that huh, want to be filled up with my cum. A pussy this slutty deserves to be filled with cum nonstop. You could be my personal cumdump" he smirked feeling you clench around him even tighter. "A-aH I'm about to...about to cu-" With one final thrust you felt warm liquid filling your insides and you felt your own juices run from his dick, down your leg. "Look at that I made you squirt." he chuckled watching as your trembling legs were soaked coating the bedsheets as well. "Next time you want dick this good, just call my name." You watched as he switched back with Yuji who was out like a light.

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Half of My Heart

Taehyung x Y/N

Genre - Singlefather Fluff/Smut

Summary - A little runaway has you encountering single father Taehyung a man who left you wanting more. You just hope you see him again.

Notes - This is something I haven't really written before, the smut is at the end. I wanted to try and focus on the romance a little more so I hope it's still good!

Working another shift in your cafe is making the day go quickly. It's busy as always with customers ordering their usual coffee and sweet treats.

Suddenly you hear a child speak, "Mommy?" You look down and see a little girl standing at the counter looking at you. Very confused you approached the girl, "I'm sorry little one, but I'm not your Mom."

A man's voice then comes through, "Lana, come back!" You look up and see what you assume to be her Dad approaches her.

The girl's little eyebrows dropped down as she looked sadly at you "I…want my mommy.." She said softly again while her father was still following her.

You look up and see him come closer, "Look, your dad has come!"

The girl finally looked away from you towards her dad who was standing a few metres away from you. She looked back at you as if she wanted to say something but quickly walked to her father and hid her face into her daddy's arms.

You look at the man and give him a smile, relieved that she wasn't alone anymore.

The man looked at you while holding his little girl. The girl had her arms wrapped around her father and her head on his chest. She didn't want to even look at you probably because she was shy. She was probably 3 or 4 years old. The man finally broke the awkward silence "Sorry..My daughter ran out of nowhere. We live nearby and I just had to come here find her."

"That's okay, I'm glad she's safe now." You reply.

He smiled at you and said with a little chuckle "Yeah I'm glad too but this little girl is very curious..I always say to her not to talk or walk away with strangers but..I guess she wanted to explore today because she ran away from me. She's such a stubborn one" He laughed and scratched the back of his little girl while she was still hugging him.

You laugh with him, "Well she seems to have a really good father, keeping an eye on her."

He looked at you with a little smile "I'm doing my best alone as a single father but it gets hard sometimes to raise her by myself. You would understand that right? He asks you curiously then looks at his little girl "Right Lana?" He was talking to her while she was still hiding her beautiful little face in his chest.

"Of course." You look at the man and he looks pretty tired so you decide to pull a cake out of the counter and present it to him, "On the house, please enjoy."

He was a little surprised by your act as you pulled the cake from the counter and presented it to him. He wasn't expecting that at all but he looked at you with gratitude "Are you sure you don't want anything in exchange?"

You shake your head, "I know how hard it can be."

He finally managed to get a clearer look at your face now and his smile faded a bit with a little surprise "Can I ask your name?"

"It's Y/N."

"Y/N. That's a beautiful name. I'm Taehyung and this is my sweetheart Lana" He says as he grabs the cake from your hand. His eyes never left your face as he thanks you for the cake. He was now curious about you and wanted to know more about you. His little girl however looked at the cake and started to lick her lips but was still hiding her face in her father's chest.

"Please have a seat." You gesture to one of the empty tables in the shop.

Still surprised by your gesture he decided to accept it anyway with a little smile. He took his daughter by the hand and gently sat her on the chair. Once he also sat down he grabbed a piece of the cake and fed it to his little girl. She didn't protest to his act and allowed him to feed her.

He would occasionally look at you while talking to his little girl. He noticed you were busy working as he heard you serving other customers. He decided not to disturb you as he continued to talk to his little girl, giving her more pieces of the cake. Soon though his little girl asked him "Daddy, who's that girl?" He then smiled at her as he looked at you.

You kept smiling as you looked busy with customers. The little girl looked at her father as she waited for his response and the father pointed to your direction "That girl is Miss Y/N, my sweetheart. She's the one who gave you the cake" He looked at you again and smiled. He wasn't lying either to his little girl as he was attracted to you the moment he looked at you. He found you beautiful.

His little daughter eventually finishes her slice of the cake. She looked back at him and pointed at her plate again as she wanted more "Daddy, can I have more?" She looked cute while asking her father for more cake.

You chuckle to yourself, trying not to make it obvious that you're listening.

He gave her another piece of cake to satisfy her but she wanted even more "Mooooorreeeee" She said and pointed at her plate again as she wanted another piece. Her father didn't mind giving her another piece. She was just too adorable. He finally gave up and said to her "No, that's enough sweetpie. Otherwise you would get a stomach ache"

As you prepared to clean up your cafe, the little girl's father was packing his stuff, ready to leave the cafe with his daughter. The father looked at you again as he was getting up, still keeping an eye on his little girl. Little girl kept insisting him to have more cake but her father was firm with her. She finally got it and decided to go with her father. "Thank you again for the cake" He said to you with a little smile as he was carrying his little girl.

You smile to him, "It was the least I could do, please visit again."

He smiled back at you again as he walked out of your bakery with his little girl. The little girl turned her head back for a second to look at you before she left with her father, you give a little wave before you close up the cafe.

It was summer time, so everything was green. The air was light and it was a breeze. You felt the wind through your hair as you were walking back home. Your shift ended on time today. You would probably sit back and relax as soon as you get inside your home.

You were tired and exhausted so you just sat down, feeling every bit of tiredness in your body. You were just staring at the walls while sitting. All you could think was how adorable his little girl was and how handsome he was the moment he looked at you. You felt a bit of butterflies in your stomach, imagining if those two ever visited your bakery shop again.

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The next day came by. The air was still fresh and it was quite hot. You were already in the bakery, preparing things for your day ahead. You couldn't stop thinking about that cute little girl from yesterday and her father. You were hoping that they would come in again, probably buy a cake for his daughter, which would give you a chance to have a real conversation with him.

You finished preparing everything and got everything ready. The oven was on, cakes were baked and coffee was ready for your customers. You walked to the counter and sat behind it, ready to welcome any customers that would go inside your shop.

The first few hours of your shift went by fast as usual because of your regular customers. You were serving them cakes and coffee. They were just chatting with you as usual about how their morning was so far and how their day would go ahead. You found it so nice of them to drop by your bakery before work everyday as they're helping you get through your shift faster.

You kept hoping that the little girl and her father would come by again during your shift. The time kept ticking and you were losing some hope that they would actually come by the bakery today. Your eyes were always watching the door as if you were waiting for something. But as the day went by, there was still no sight of the two. It was just your regular customers coming by today. Soon your shift was ending and it was closing time.

Just like yesterday, you started to clean the cafe and close for the night. No customers were coming inside anymore so you finally had a some few quiet moments to yourself. You kept thinking about how today could have been so much better if only the little girl and her father had stopped by again. You continued cleaning up the cafe with that thought in mind. The place was empty now and it was finally silent. It was finally time to close the bakery shop for today.

You locked the doors, turned off all the lights and took a look at your bakery, making sure there was nobody inside. Once you were sure of that you were leaving. You were now locking the front door behind you as you stepped out. It was quiet outside with almost nobody roaming around. You decided that it was a good idea to go home and just rest. After all, the day was pretty long. You started walking back to your home while thinking about how your day could have gone if Taehyung and his little girl had visited.

You kept walking back home slowly.. you didn't stop or anything, you just kept walking and thinking about it. You felt disappointed that the two didn't even stop by your bakery today. But maybe that's just how it was meant to be like you said. You kept walking, still upset about the whole thing and thinking about whether or not they would stop by tomorrow. Eventually you arrived at your home and stepped inside.

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You woke up the next day, probably with some hopes that the little girl and her father would come by again but you tried not to get your hopes too high up. The air was a bit hot as usual, but the day seemed to be a bit windy compared to yesterday. You prepared yourself before heading to work at the bakery. You walked all the way there and once you arrived, you immediately started your shift again.

The day was going through the same routine like before. Customers coming by, you serving them cakes and coffee. After each customer you just kept thinking that maybe the next one would be the father with his daughter. You started to lose some hope but you refused to give up on that dream that the two would stop by your bakery today. The time kept going by slow with every one of your customers that passed by. Eventually your shift was ending again.

You're all ready to leave when you hear the door open, you turn and see Taehyung walk in. Your heart started beating fast when you recognized that it was the man. What were the chances? What did he want to buy anyway? Was he actually alone? What happened to his little girl. You couldn't help but think of these questions in your mind as you saw him walking towards you.

"Just in time, I was about to close." You say, trying to hide your happiness in seeing him.

"I'm sorry I came here at this time when you were about to close." He says to you as he approached the counter. His voice sounded smooth but it had a soft and sweet tone to it. You realized that he was actually alone this time and probably came here without his daughter. He was probably just wanting to buy another cake for her or something.

"That's okay, what can I get you?"

He looked at the cakes that you had prepared for the day and pointed out the one he wanted "I'll take one of those chocolate cakes please." He said it with a polite smile, looking straight at you. His voice was also soft but it had a little huskiness to it that would make almost any girls blush. The way he looked at you made you feel a bit of butterflies in your stomach. The way he spoke was so smooth that you had a hard time not melting when talking to him. The man continued to look at you as he waited for your reply.

"Of course." You smile at him, trying not to fall for his smooth voice. It feels different as he's alone this time.

He noticed how you were trying not to fall for his smooth voice. He knew he had that effect on you, knowing that that his voice was like a weapon for him. He never got bored of having that power over a girl that made her fall for him without even trying. But for today, he stayed calm with that weapon of his and kept his voice soft, sweet with a little huskiness to it. He smiled back to you politely and said in his soft and sweet tone "Thanks. Can I ask something?"

You reach for the cake and return back to place it in a bag for him, "Of course."

"Good.." He said with that soft and sweet tone which almost made you melt again. You could literally hear your heart beating fast because of the way he was speaking. The way he was looking at you was like pure sugar. He didn't realize how much his eyes affected you. He decided to ask you another question "Do you have any plans tonight?"

You shake your head in reply, wondering what his true reason for coming here at closing was.

"Well do you want to have something to eat with me tonight?" He asked this question in that same sweet tone while looking at you. He had no problem in asking you out just like that after seeing your response to his other questions. His flirtatious tone and look were definitely showing that he's asking you out and hopefully you would say yes to it. His eyes were full of confidence as if he already knew that you would say yes.

"I'd love to." You say, figuring out that's why he came.

He got his answer from you. All he needed was a "yes" from you and he managed to get one from you. So he smiled to you in an appreciative of your answer while letting out a soft laugh "Good." He says to you in that same, husky tone. You could swear you felt your knees turn into jelly because of this man.. but he kept calm still while waiting for something. You don't even know if you can call this flirting or not but all you knew is that he's asking you out for dinner tonight and you agreed to it

You finished closing up the cafe and decided to walk with him. He decided to take the lead as he was the one who asked you out so he should get things going. You were walking with him outside, feeling the heat from the summer sun. You also started to pay attention to what he looked like up close as if you never really noticed how handsome he was before. You were paying attention to things like the way he dressed, his eyes and his hairstyle. It all just made you more attracted to him as you kept walking by his side.

"So where are we going?" You ask, looking up at him.

"It's going to be a surprise. It's better if I just lead you somewhere without telling you first." He says to you with a little smile. He's been quite secretive about the place he's bringing you to. If he tells you beforehand, it might not be much of a surprise to you. So he decides to keep his lips sealed for the time being. It was a bit tempting to know about the location but he doesn't sound like he'll break that promise just yet.

You smile and love how he is at the moment, he looks excited, a little nervous but you can see he's trying to hide it with a wave of confidence. "Okay."

"Just trust me. You'll love the place." He says to you as he continues to walk. His confident look made you believe that the place he's planning to bring you to is really nice and fun. So you decided to trust him as you kept walking. It felt a bit weird not knowing about the location but the intrigue of finding out where he's actually bringing you to was enough to keep you interested in him. He just gave you a small smile as he just kept walking while you both were enjoying the evening weather of the summer sun.

You were just walking with him through various different paths and roads. The more you were walking with him, the more intrigued and curious you became to know where he was actually taking you. The suspense of not knowing where the location is was building up as you two were walking and now you could see the location which was quite a distance away. He started to slow down his pace as you two approached the destination

"Okay, we're finally here. Here's where I'm taking you to."

You've finally arrived at the destination where his surprised for you was brought to. You looked at him when you guys came to stopped and he looked back in return. The place looked like a fancy restaurant that was situated in a somewhat quite and peaceful area outside the city. The facade was lit up and had a pretty view with the lights and the decor. It reminded you a lot about romantic date night.

"Really?" You take in the environment, it's beautiful but you weren't prepared. You look to your clothes. "I'm not exactly dressed for this place." You smile at him, a little shy.

He looked at you and noticed how you were feeling a little shy because of how your clothes didn't really match the attire of this place. He looked at you from head to toe first and then he nodded and gave you a small smile. There was a hint of amusement mixed with his smile "Don't worry. This place is pretty chill. They don't have much of a dress code and I think you'll do fine." He says to you as he tries to ease your shyness away before walking towards the entrance.

"Just follow me. I'll take care of the rest." He says to you as walks towards the entrance with a confident stride. The place was pretty quiet despite how fancy it looked from the outside. The exterior was pretty grand and the interior had a nice atmosphere when you entered. And yes, you were probably a bit underdressed for the place compared to everyone else who was wearing something nice like suits and dresses.. but it was fine. After all, he promised that the place was pretty chill and it was true. The atmosphere just felt relaxed overall.

You reach your table and he holds the chair out for you, you sit and look at him. "Thank you." He's such a gentleman

"No problem." He says to you as he pulls out the chair for you and then he goes around the table and sits opposite of you. He was indeed a gentleman as he is very kind and thoughtful towards you. After you sat down, you both looked around you. The place definitely looked more classy now that you were inside. It was pretty cozy and the decor looked elegant. The way he chose this restaurant is what made you more appreciative of this man. Suddenly a waiter comes up to you guys with menus, smiling.

"Thanks." He says to the waiter politely with a smile as the waiter nods and walks away. You noticed how much manners he had on top of being kind and smooth. He could be like a total gentleman with this attitude of his. Once the waiter was gone, he started to look through the menu. He was thinking of his order that he was going to order. He didn't say anything though he just kept silent while he was checking the menu. He's probably planning out everything on what's going to happen in the evening that's for sure.

You read over the menu, it's a little pricey but you don't let him know that you can only get the cheaper things on the menu, "The salads look delicious."

He noticed how you were trying to look through the menu. The salads did look delicious as there were some interesting flavors on there. He looked over at the salads as well and he noticed your interest in the salads "You planning on ordering salad?" He asked you in a soft tone, looking at you expression he can tell that something is off.

"If the other stuff's too pricey for you, I could pay for you." He said to you with a smirk. The way he said it sounds like it's no big deal for him to do that for you. In fact, he's actually offering to cover the whole thing for tonight and just pay for it himself. He wasn't even shy to offer it to you and he sounded sure of himself that's for sure.

You look up at him. "Oh I wouldn't ask that of you."

"Ah come on, it's fine. I don't mind covering it for you. I just want you to enjoy your own meal too as well without worrying about the price if that's what's keeping you from getting anything else from the menu. Besides I'm the one who asked you out on the date and I owe you for that cake, so I'm paying." He said to you with a small grin on his face showing how kind and thoughtful he was. He seemed determined to pay for your meal too. You thought he was sweet yet he seemed pretty confident as well.

You smile. "Okay, thank you." Okay this man can't be real. He's a gentleman from a storybook or something.

"No problem." He says to you in that soft and smooth tone again. The way he was so determined to pay for you really showed how much of a gentleman he really is. He seems like he wouldn't change his mind on this despite you trying to change it back. Either way you were really going to accept his offer as he wanted you to get anything you want. He just seemed so nice and kind that you probably didn't deserve him. Once the waiter came back, you both started to place your orders with the waiter.

You order your meal and look at Taehyung as he orders his. "Alright, I'll have the ribeye steak with a side of mash potatoes." He said to the waiter who wrote the order down for him. The waiter nodded and walked away to send the orders to the kitchen. Once the waiter left, all that was left was just the two of you once again sitting there. He just smiled to you as the table became silent again. The vibe was getting more intense and romantic due to his choice of restaurant. The whole setting just had the mood for romance.

"This place is beautiful." You say looking around and taking everything in but your eyes always landing on him in the end.

"I knew you'd like it. The whole atmosphere and vibe of this place is really great." He says back to you with that sweet, soft tone as he was smiling at you right now. The way he chose this place showed how much he thought about you or at least that's the way you saw it. The way this place looked was a bit pricey but he probably thought that you'd like it anyway.. so that's why he decided to take you here for dinner.

You can't stop smiling at him, you can't believe he came back to you.

"So.. since we're done with the orders.. Can I ask you another thing?"

You nod in response, "Of course."

"Well.." He hesitates for a bit of time but then he decided to just go for it. He had some other plans for this evening after all and he wanted to know your answer to his question first. He takes a deep breath first before speaking again "What do you like to do during your free time?" He finally asks you the question he's been asking himself about you these past days.

You think over the question, "I normally go for walks, draw or read really. I've never been much of a people person." You look down, realising your answer exposes you as quite the introvert.

"That's fine though. Nothing wrong with being an introvert." He says to you as he noticed how you looked down and probably feeling a bit anxious from how your answer made you seem like an introvert. He didn't mind if someone was an introvert. Besides, he was pretty introverted himself so he can relate to you on some level. He decided to ask you another question after that "Do you like being alone.. or do you find it quite lonely most of the times?"

You look back at him, "I guess it can be lonely, but that's what the cafe is for. I see many people everyday."

"Yeah that's true. But there's still some difference on being alone with other people and being really lonely when you're actually alone with yourself. I was kind of wondering which one you were and I'm guessing that it's the latter?" He asks you in his husky voice with a slightly concerned tone. He was probably curious on knowing what kind of person you are.

"You're probably right there." You reply.

"I see… Do you sometimes feel like it would be nice to have someone you could talk to and spend time with sometimes?" He says to you with a soft, sympathetic look in his eyes. He was probably curious if you ever felt that way sometimes. He was feeling quite interested to know about your emotions, what's really going on in your head and what you actually feel on the inside.

He noticed how you're looking at him with a gentle smile. Your gentle smile was enough to make him feel that butterflies in his stomach again. He was starting to feel a bit of an attraction to you in those moments "..and having someone who can be there to hug you when you're feeling sad or comfort you when you're feeling scared about something.

"I wouldn't know if I deserve it." You say honestly in your reply. You're so used to being alone that you honestly don't know what it would be like.

"Well." He suddenly says something that caught your attention and he probably thought of this the moment he got to know you and the way you acted "The way you act, your kindness, the way you carry yourself, you definitely deserve someone like this and you'd do so well in a relationship. If you ask me, you deserve someone a lot better than what you think you deserve."

He looked at you and noticed how your cheeks were beginning to have a slight pinkish hue. He's able to tell how you're really starting to blush right now and he found it quite adorable. The way your blush looked on you was a nice way of showcasing your beauty. He smirked back at you a moment later and then he continued on "Honestly, I'd be grateful to have someone like you."

Your eyes widen at him, "I don't know about that."

"Well, I mean it. I'm sure there's plenty of guys out there who would say the same thing as me." He says to you as he was confident when he said those words. He actually didn't doubt it a bit that several guys would gladly take the chance on you. You were a catch after all. You were pretty, kind, a good communicator and you also have a good personality. He couldn't see any downsides on dating someone like you because you were pretty much the whole package in his eyes.

"Well, they've been keeping themselves quiet." You joke a little but your voice is shaky.

He chuckles when he heard that joke, but he noticed how your voice was a bit shaky. He didn't know if you were still feeling nervous or was it something else at this point. He thought maybe the compliment might've made you a little shy. So he decides to ease the mood by saying something a bit playful "Oh don't get too cocky now. I'm pretty sure they want to tell you the same thing.. but they're just too nervous to do it yet."

You chuckle at him, he makes you feel calm in the moment, "Anyway, what about your daughter, tell me about her."

He noticed how his calm attitude made you feel at ease with how you were acting right now. You did feel calm and you seemed to feel really comfortable talking to him. But that reminded him of where he was going with the conversation next. So he answers what you asked him "Oh my daughter? She's currently being taken cared of by her grandparents from my wife's side who passed away many years ago. I don't really get the chance to see her as often anymore but she's doing well.. she's pretty bright and really friendly too."

"I'm sorry about your wife, I hope you didn't mind me asking." You take a moment before adding. "She's a beautiful little girl."

"Don't worry, it's fine that you asked me about my wife. I know it's been a while but it's still hard sometimes to think about her now. Thank you though for the sympathy." He says to you as he smiles. The memories of his deceased wife still linger in his mind from time to time but he knew that they were in a better place right now.. That's the only thing that mattered. He then goes on to continue the conversation "Yes she indeed is pretty, just like her mother."

You love seeing his face when he talks about his daughter, "You seem like a really good father."

"Yeah, well I try my best really. I don't want her to grow up without knowing that her father loves her so much. I want her to know I'm always here for her whenever she needs me. Although sometimes it's hard to make time for her but I always try my best to do so." He says to you in a soft, sweet tone. He really loves his daughter and it shows. You can see the love in his eyes when he talks about her. It looks genuine.

"From what I've seen of her she's great, and loves cake." You smile at him.

He chuckles at the mention of her loving cakes. That was one thing he couldn't disagree with you on because his daughter liked cakes a lot "You got that right. My daughter is really sweet on cakes and she loves to try out different flavors. It's one of the things she looks forward to most. Even though she could sometimes make a huge mess with the icing, I still love how cute she looks when she does it."

You laugh, "Those are the things you'll miss most when she grows up."

He smiled at your laugh. Honestly these were the moments when she was younger where he would miss most once she grew up as time passes by "That's true though. I'll miss times like this a lot with her.. and even things like her messy tendencies with cakes. She definitely is a messy eater but I don't know.. there's just something cute about it."

You chuckle. Finishing your food, it was delicious and Taehyung asks the waiter for the bill. The waiter comes back with the bill and he hands it to him. He gives him a small nod and then he looks at the total bill. After looking over it he hands the waiter his card to pay for the whole thing and then he gives you a small smile.

"Are you sure? I can pay for myself, it's not a big deal honestly."

"Yeah. Don't worry, I got it." He said with a reassuring tone as he wanted to cover the whole bill as he said before. It was something he said he'd do before and he's staying true to his word. He wanted you to feel more comfortable that he's paying for you. He didn't want you to feel like you had to pay for yourself after everything. He just wanted it to be a nice and wholesome evening for you. He gave you a sweet smile to assure you on his decision on this.

You smile at him. "Thank you."

"No problem." He says calmly as he gives you another sweet smile. He didn't feel bad at all for paying the whole bill for you. He just wanted to go through with paying for it as he said before

The waiter comes back with his card and the receipt with the total amount. He takes both from the waiter and puts his card back into his wallet and then he looks at you smiling "Should we go now?"

This was the moment. The moment where you two were going to head out of the restaurant and continue the evening from there. You stood up and he also follows suit as he got up. The waiter noticed this and went to clear the table as you guys started to walk towards the exit. The dinner was now over but you both looked very happy.

You leave the restaurant and start to walk. You link your arm in his and simply enjoy his company, "Tonight was just perfect, thank you."

He looked down as you link your arms with him as you both started to walk. A gentle sigh leaves him as he smiles and his cheeks start to blush again. That was one more moment of you being with him that made him feel that butterflies in his stomach. He felt like these moments are becoming a recurring thing where in every moment you're with him, you always make him feel all those butterflies. He was truly comfortable with you like he had never been with someone before.

"You're welcome." He says back in a gentle tone

You continue walking, you lean onto him. He smells amazing and feels even better. You don't want the night to end.

The way you leaned in closer to him, your body was pretty much very close to his now. He was glad you were comfortable with how close the two of you were now. He smiled softly at you as he smelled the fragrance on your hair. It smelled very nice and he even noticed how your body feels next to him. It felt warm and welcoming.. like something he could really get used to. Neither of you want this night to end. It almost felt like a dream with how perfect the night has been so far while walking side by side together.

You sigh, "I don't want this to end."

"Neither do I. It feels very nice to have you all to myself right now." He says to you in an almost hushed voice as he stares at you with a gentle look. The way he's looking at you makes you feel like he's completely smitten with you. It feels like he's willing to spend more time with you just to enjoy this moment even longer.

You look up at him and lock eyes for a moment. He notices how you were looking up to him and you both locked eyes for a small bit of time. He felt a strong desire to move into a bit of a physical move. He felt like that he wants to kiss you right now because he was starting to feel a bit more attracted to you now. Maybe it's the setting and atmosphere but he's liking you much more now and he wants to share this affection with you.

He finally goes in for the move and he slowly leans in towards your lips until your lips actually touch. He doesn't try to be too fast about it as he just wants to do this in a slow and gentle manner. He wants to be very careful with this because he doesn't want to go too strong with you. As your lips touch, he just wanted to hold this moment as long as possible before he pulls away. Maybe he'll do this again later but right now he just wants this long, slow and gentle moment with you.

He continues to lean in and he actually deepens the kiss as you both continue to kiss. His lips began to move along with yours slowly and it felt almost as if his tongue wants to meet yours. He's really starting to get into this kiss with you and he's really feeling it now. The emotions he was feeling, the passion that's rising now as he's doing this and the fact that you're kissing him back makes him feel very amazing and happy inside.

He continues to lean in and he actually deepens the kiss as you both continue to kiss. His lips began to move along with yours slowly and it felt almost as if his tongue wants to meet yours. He's really starting to get into this kiss with you and he's really feeling it now. The emotions he was feeling, the passion that's rising now as he's doing this and the fact that you're kissing him back makes him feel very amazing and happy inside.

He pulls back and cups your cheek, "How can I make you mine?" He asks you.

His words made you blush and your cheeks started to turn red. You were just not expecting this question to come out of him. You've never been put in a situation like this before where a guy wants to make you his all. You found it cute that he asked this to you. It made you feel special

You stayed quiet for a bit as you looked into his eyes and he looked into yours as well. You couldn't help but smile as you felt the intensity coming from him

"Make me yours?" You asked him back in a questioning tone. "I think I already am."

He looks down to you, taking in all of your features.

"Come home with me?"

You look up at him and nod. Unable to process anything else than just him. He leads you to his home, it wasn't far from the restaurant. Did he plan that, maybe? But you don't care.

You enter the door and you can't keep your hands off of each other. Lips constantly crashing into each other, hand exploring your body and yours running through his thick hair.

Within moments, clothes are gone. The gentle father you met the other day has disappeared for a moment and you left with a man stripped down to nothing.

He stand back for a moment.

"Wait, are you sure want to do this?"

You smile as he asks, there he is. The man you met.

You bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He moves his head into your hand.

"I'm yours, I want nothing but you right now." You say looking into his eyes. He needs that reassurance from you right now.

"Oh baby." He says before kissing you once more. He lifts you and takes you to his bed. Dropping you softly, he trails kisses over your whole body.

"You're so beautiful, from the moment I saw you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I want you so much, I can't hold back anymore."

He stops his kisses and looks to you once more, that reassurance is a constant but you give it.

"Then don't, show me everything."

He leaves a final kiss before reaching and grabbing a condom and wrapping it before dropping on top of you, his lips so close.

You look at him, cupping his face. "I want this just as much as you do, please. Show me." You say once more, pulling his face to yours kissing him.

He leans down and slowly pushes himself into you, your eyes don't leave each others as you both gasp in unison. His eyes drop as he picks up speed. Your moans getting louder as the pleasure builds.

"So good baby." He says as he thrusts into you.

"More, please." You whisper into his ear.

He takes your word and pushes into you fully. Your back arches, the pleasure is overwhelming. It builds more and more, you can't hold it back anymore. You need it, you need him.

"Give it to me baby, I need you to give in to me." He's practically whimpering into your ear as he picks up speed one more time.

You can't hold it in anymore, the stars come and you break apart under him. You feel his body shake as he succumbs to the pleasure. You have become one in this, you both needed each other and it has bound you together.

He falls beside you, his chest rising and falling harshly with each breath. You take a moment to compose yourself.

You turn and watch him for a moment, his features standing out even more after discovering every part of him. This beautiful being that you can call yours, as you are his.

He closes his eyes and says. "That was..." He can't finish.

You chuckle to yourself. "Amazing, everything you needed and more?"

He laughs to himself, he covers his face with his arm and takes a deep breath. He then peaks from his cover, and pulls you close to him. He holds you close and kisses your forehead.

"You're my everything." He pauses. "Well, half of my everything."

You look up to him.

"My daughter has half of my heart."

You smile at him, nuzzling back into his chest.

"You have the other half."

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[emelinstriker]

Shockwave ♤ Kiss The Spark

Might be my last TFP X Reader one-shot I'm dropping for now. I've got several other one-shots and even a full book that was in the works, but whenever I'll finish any, I have no idea.

[TL;DR] You really do be worrying your beloved cyclops scientist with the risks you take. And he finds it illogical.

♤ ~ Comfort ~ ♤

It was a lazy day for the two of you. Megatron was busy leading the Decepticon cause, as usual, and left Shockwave to his tools. Said mech was trying to work on basically recreating a predacon while you were watching him. It did make him a little uncomfortable with how you were basically staring at him, but he would never out right say it.

You were just supposed to be a random human he could study and experiment on after you were kidnapped by Knockout months ago. But now you were the lover of the warship's scientist. Basically his Conjunx Endura, and he did show some affection towards you while feeling some sort of emotion despite having undergone shadowplay. At first it felt like you were treated like a pet, which you technically were in the Decepticon's optic, but it was obvious he was lying to himself over time as you began to worm your way into his spark.

Despite the months of love and care, he slowly started neglecting you due to the cause being his main priority. Sure, he did give you food and your own box corner that felt like a small apartment, but his affection towards you decreased and you were missing it. You were missing the freetime you had and spent simply roaming around the Nevada desert whenever you landed. You wanted to relive that.

"Hey, Shocky?" He didn't bother turning around to face you as he continued working, not answering. But you knew he was listening. "When do you have time to hang out again?" You asked with a hopeful gaze at the back of his helm.

He ceased his movements for a moment, turned his optic toward you and said, "Most likely when I am finished with this project. I do not know how long it will take. It would be most logical of you to simply wait."

You frowned at his response and started to make your way towards the door. "Oh, okay... I'll leave you to it then..." The giant metal doors slid opened for you and closed once you passed the threshold. Shockwave knew you left but didn't bother stopping you as the project took priority. However, that doesn't mean he didn't feel more empty when you were out of the room.

And it finally seemed too much after two agonizing hours of not having you around him. He told himself he would do a quick check-up on you to ensure you were all fine. So, he left the project on his table before making his way to the bridge where he knew Soundwave would possibly still be with you.

Unsurprisingly, he was right. Well, half right. Soundwave was at the bridge, but you were nowhere to be found. Of course there had to be a reason for it, and who would know better than the slender mech himself. "Soundwave," the cyclops started as he approached the other working Decepticon, "where is (Y/N)?"

The TIC ceased his movements before typing away again, revealing groundbridge coordinates on the screen. The coordinates seemed to lead into town, close to a few stores but far away enough for a small groundbridge to go undetected. Soundwave turned his helm towards the mech behind him as he slightly lifted a servo at the screen to point at it. Shockwave gave him a puzzled look- Or at least as puzzled as one could look with a single optic for a faceplate. "Why did you send them there?"

Instead of answering with more movements, Soundwave decided to simply play a voice clip he recorded of you in your own words. "Hey, Sounders, could I maybe go to town? I need to see if I can buy some material for [...]. I know it sounds weird, but hear me out-" The audio abruptly cut of before you could explain any further. And there was information missing, most likely to keep whatever you were planning a secret from the scientist. It seemed illogical for you to be plotting something behind his back however. Thus he didn't question the TIC any further about the audio.

"When will they return?" Soundwave played another clip in response, "I'll call you when I got everything, alright? Shouldn't take more than two hours max."

And as if on cue, a sudden personalized ringtone rang out on the bridge with an image of you on the screen. Their optics glanced at the screen before Soundwave answered the call. You sounded like you were out of breath. And Shockwave was able to feel your anxiety through your bond.

"H-Heya, Sounders!" You dramatically exhaled a large portion of air before continuing in a rather quick way. "Please don't tell Shocky, but I kinda ran into some trouble and am being chased by a gang with weapons. I managed to escape unscathed, but I sadly didn't get some other things." You took another deep breath. "And as much as I wanna grab some extras, I don't think I'd be alive on my way back if I did that. At least I got enough for one."

As both mechs became concerned, Shockwave decided to speak up. "(Y/N), are you in a safe location? Do you require a groundbridge immediately?"

The voice caught you by surprise, but you were also a little relieved to hear him. "I-I'm not far enough from people yet. I'm across the street from the gang right now and they seem to have lost me. But there's an alleyway here." You then proceeded to walk down the dark alley. "I don't think there's a second gang in here so I should be-" You cut yourself off as you looked behind you with wide eyes. The fear you gave off reached the scientist instantly.

"(Y/N)? Are you alright? What happened?" Your sudden silence made them even more worried. The silence wasn't there for long though as harsh winds clashed with your phone, indicating that you were running.

"They found me! I-I can't run any longer! My bags are- are slowing me down! And they want my bags and my money! But I need them! And whAT THE FUCK- WHY?!"

Turns out the alley had a deadend.

The two mechs could faintly hear one guy say something, but it was inaudible. But they could hear one who was closer. "You're right. Why should we just take their belongings if we could have some fun with them as extra?"

While the cyclops was able to feel your hopeless anxiety already, the call managed to catch the sounds of your sniffles. You hiccuped as you whispered into your phone, "I need you, Shockwave." You usually weren't scared of most things- Hell, you made a giant alien robot fall in love with you and managed to befriend others on the warship, deeming them as family! And they wanted to cyberform the earth! But being in this situation, alone, far away from your family, with just some useless things you bought... It scared you.

And this was something that truly angered Shockwave for once. The fact that you used his actual name instead of a nickname told him how trapped you truly felt.

It sent him over the edge.

"Soundwave. Groundbridge to their coordinates. Now", he commanded firmly.

The masked mech, despite being kind of surprised by the taller mech's sudden show of emotions, did as he was told. The scientist didn't waste time in running towards the now open swirly green portal. He didn't even bother transforming and using his holoform.

These humans deserved to suffer.

By his true form's servos.

You were backed up into the deadend when you noticed a familiar green light pop up behind you. Out of instinct you moved aside as the gang stared at it, not knowing if this were special effects to scare them off. That's when you saw Shockwave step out of the portal. He took a moment to take in his surroundings before spotting you next to his pedes, shivering from shock, but still smiling up at him with teary eyes. "H-Hi, hun..."

"Go home, sweetspark. I'll meet you there."

He said. Then he watched as you somewhat clumsily sprinted through the groundbridge, two bags in hand, before he turned back towards the group of humans.

"It would be illogical of me not to dispose of lifeforms that pose a threat to my sparkmate."

What was mercy? In that moment, he couldn't recall.

While waiting, you were next to Soundwave, being comforted by his tendrils as you held onto one like a big teddy bear. Your bags were sitting behind you. Shockwave finally returned a few minutes later, groundbridge closing behind him. His servo and pedes were completely bloody. You also spotted a bit of blood on the rest of his frame- even a tiny bit on the side of his helm. He walked up to your still slightly shaken form. "Did they harm them in any way?" He asked the other mech, who previously ran a scan on you as safety precaution.

Soundwave responded with a simple "Negative" audio as he retracted his tendrils from you, now that your biggest comfort was here. You reluctantly let go of the tendril when a servo gently wrapped itself around you instead, picking you up. The purple mech didn't say another word to the shorter mech and simply walked off, all the while placing you on his shoulder pad. Sure, you were now a little bloody too, but you could just wash your clothes. While Shockwave felt the comforting relief through your bond, he still was upset about your reckless logic.

"You left the ship without my authorization or knowledge." Most would view his monotone yet commanding voice as a sign of pure anger, but you knew that he was actually worried sick.

"B-But I-" "You could have been hurt and I would not have been able to protect you. From now on, you are to stay on the warship if I'm.not accompanying you", he stated firmly, placing you on the table and coldly turning away towards his project.

Now that you were finally back in the lab, he wouldn't need to worry about you being hurt anymore, despite his spark not wanting to shut up about the slight bit of worry. However, due to you still being upset about the previous situation, you couldn't help but tear up again. You honestly didn't mean to make him mad and worried. He could feel it.

"I-I'm so s-sorry", you whispered as you hiccuped. "I-I just w-wanted to make y-you a gift..."

This caught the scientist's attention as his ear fins moved. A gift... for him? You went through the lengths of sneaking out(, despite Soundwave's knowledge of course), going to town alone, and running away from a street gang... just to make him a gift? So, naturally he demanded for an explanation for this stunt you tried to do.

You pulled your bags closer to your body as you sniffled, rummaging through one of them. "I-I bought materials f-for a self-made gift..." You then pulled out some purple fabric from the bag. Almost the same shade of purple as his frame. "I-It was supposed to be a plush toy version... of you..." A small, sheepish smile made its way onto your lips. The tears may have stopped flowing, but you still didn't feel quite comfortable in what you were presenting him. It wasn't even finished, after all. And you weren't even sure if he would like it.

"Giving me a toy version of myself is illogical." For a second, a frown replaced your smile. Thinking he didn't like the idea, you slowly starting lowering your arm in disappointment, wanting to put the fabric away again so he wouldn't have to see it.

"O-Oh, sorry... I thought-" "But, I appreciate the sentiment", Shockwave quickly added as he approached you with his servo. One digit gently trailed up and down your arm in a comforting manner. "You may still continue creating it. I am not stopping you." Him using a gentler, lower tone made you smile again. You wrapped your arms around his digit and lightly cuddled into it, saying a small "Thanks" in return.

You swore your Conjunx's optic was glowing brighter than usual.

You managed to craft a rather big plush version of Shockwave. You were able to wrap both of your arms around it and cuddle with it like a big stuffed animal. It was still severely small in the scientist's optic, but he refused to handle it any less gentle than you when picking it up. It was so much softer than you, which amazed him.

A few days after you finished up the plushie, Shockwave asked you to wait for him in his habsuite.

Turns out he wanted you to touch his spark again. It's been a long time since you've last done so, which was when you became Conjunx Endura just a couple of months ago. And due to the bond mostly being a one-sided receiving one, he wanted to show you how much he appreciated you in his life. And touching his spark was the only way for you to receive his side of the bond.

You're the only one he's ever shown his spark to in such an intimate light. And you could feel how much he adored having you be this close to him, touching the very culmination of his being ever so gently. You even gave his spark some light kisses, making him ex-vent.

Content with your moment together, he gently positioned his servo against your small back, pulling you a little closer down onto his chassis.

He wouldn't trade you for anything, not even his loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticon cause.

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[i9messi]

hiiii 🩵 could i request a mason imagine where he’s dating the daughter of messi??? and let’s say that leo has invited him over at their house for a vacation but little ciro is really close with reader so he gets a little jealous :’)) all fluff please tysm i love ur imagines 🥺

Summer trip — Mason Mount

Word count — 1,3k

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"Vamos, Ciro, sonreí un poco." (Come on, Ciro, smile a little.)

Your brother however continued with that angry face, no smile appeared on his lips. The thing was, you had a boyfriend, a lovely boyfriend. Mason and you had been dating for a while now, your family already knew him and they liked each other. This summer was the first time you decided to go on vacation together but your younger brother hated the idea. Ciro was overprotective over you, you were his older sister and he didn’t like your boyfriend’s presence there.

Ever since your boyfriend showed up with his travel bags, he was even more childish and angry. Ciro made mean comments in spanish and even reproached you for bringing Mason on a family trip.

Your boyfriend appeared with a glass full of cold water and you thanked him, giving him a short kiss on the lips. He was so cute you could kiss him every single damn minute, but your family was there too, so you had to be more private with your affection.

"I love you." He kissed you again and then he looked at the child, smiling at him.

"Que asco." (How disgusting) Ciro complained, knowing that Mason couldn't understand him.

"No seas malo." (Don’t be mean.)

"What’s wrong?" Mason tried to understand what you were saying but his level of Spanish was not good.

"¿Cuándo se va a ir?" (When is he leaving?) Your brother kept asking the same question.

"Ciro! Es mi novio y tenes que tolerarlo por el resto del viaje." (He’s my boyfriend and you have to tolerate him for the rest of the trip.)

"¿Quién lo dice?" (Who says it?)

"Yo." (Me)

Ciro got up from his chair and gave you one last look, until he went to play football with his brothers. You let out a sigh, your brother was making it hard to stay calm during your trip. You loved him, but you just wanted your boyfriend and your brother to get along for a few hours.

"What's wrong, lovely?"

You took the chance of the fact that your brother left you alone and you told him what was going on. Once you explained Ciro was jealous, Mason laughed.

"Oh, everything makes sense now."

"What?"

"This morning I poured myself a glass of water and it was very salty, your little brother was smiling weirdly at me. Also, I can’t find my shoes anywhere and I think my toothbrush has a weird taste— like, a taste of soap. I think perhaps someone is doing things to upset me."

"Oh lord."

"It’s fine, he’s your brother and it’s okay that he wants to protect you, he sees me as a treat."

"You're not a treat, Mase."

"Well, I'm stealing his favourite girl. I get it, if someone stole you from me, I would be mad."

You smiled, Mason knew how to make you feel things in your chest. In a second you were mad at your little brother and now you were smiling at what your boyfriend said.

"But I love you, he has to get used to your presence."

"I take the consequences of falling in love with you. I don’t care if the little Messi tries to kill me, I’m gonna stay by your side."

"Will you? Are you sure? My brother can be very stubborn when he wants to."

Mason laughed again at your drama. Little did you know that your brother never gave up.

"I can also be very stubborn when I want to, and I love you, so that little boy has to get used to my presence."

"Good luck trying to fight with my brother, he will win."

You were totally sure that your brother was able to piss off even the quietest person in the world, your brother might look cute and all, but he was a devil.

"Fight? Who says I'm gonna fight with him? That kid will love me."

You both got up from the chair to go back to the water, your dad was taking care of your brothers as your mom was taking pictures of them at the beach. Your dad was Lionel Messi, Mason admired him and he was like a little boy when he met him the very first time. It still seemed a little unreal that he had fallen in love with the daughter of his greatest idol.

You went into the water for a while with your surfboards, Mason didn’t know how to surf so you had to explain a little and help him. It was too much fun, so much so that you didn’t realize how long it had taken you. The sunset had arrived and when you came out of the water, your parents and brothers had already left the beach.

"Babe, have you seen my towel? I swear I left it here."

"Oh no."

"Your brother."

You both came to the same conclusion. Ciro must have taken Mason’s towel to piss him off. The british made a pot and you offered him your towel. He took it and put it on his shoulders, then extended his arms to you.

"Come here, we’ll dry together."

Mason left you a kiss on your lips and you looked into his eyes. It was a little cold now that you were wet and it was getting dark, but his hot arms made you feel better. As you were alone, you allowed ourselves to show your love. With the kids around, you and Mason tried to not show signs of affection around them.

"I love you, darling."

Mason was so sweet, he made your heart beat as if you were on a roller coaster. He was so attentive and affectionate that every day you fell more in love.

"I know this trip may seem a little weird and my brother is trying to make your life miserable, but I really enjoy being here with you, Mase."

"I enjoy being here with you, love. I don’t want to be anywhere else, you’re my home."

"And you're my everything."

You and Mason had a good time on the beach, kissing and holding hands. There were plenty of beautiful seashells in the sand. Once it was late enough, you returned home and put on dry clothes. You went to the living room and found Ciro looking at Mason with a malevolent smile. Your brother returned the gaze at your boyfriend and with his best attempt at spanish, he spoke with the boy.

"¿Quieres jugar un juego?" (Do you want to play a game?)

Ciro looked at you first and then looked at him. A naughty smile intensified in his mouth.

"Voy a ganar." (I’m gonna win)

"Let's see."

Mason sat next to your brother and the two started playing FIFA. You saw them, not before telling them both to behave, as if they were kids. Your dad was sitting in an armchair a few feet away, so you came over and stood beside him.

"¿Crees que algún día se van a llevar bien?" (Do you think they’ll ever get along?)

"Miralos, parecen empezar a llevarse bien." (Look at them, they seem to be getting along.)

You followed his gaze, your brother was laughing at something Mason said. When Mason looked at you again, he winked at you. His lips whispered a ‘trust me.’

Later on, the game was won by your brother and Mason made a pot, sitting next to you.

"He is good."

"He is."

"Little by little I'll make your brother love me, it's impossible to not love me."

"You’re a bit smug."

"Don’t ya love me?"

Truth was, you really love him. And he knew it.

"I do."

"Now I need to make another Messi to love me. It was incredibly hard to catch your attention, I hope he's easier."

Mason was already thinking of all the ways he could make your brother feel comfortable with him. He made a mental list of what they had in common with the little boy, in order to try to find a connection between the two.

"Dummy."

"I love you, princess."

He kissed you and again, Ciro appeared to make a disgusting gesture.

"Que asco." (How disgusting.)

"Ciro!"

Mason little did he know that your brother was going to play another prank on him that night. After all, the Messis never gave up.

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[nanaskitten]

A little help

minors do not interact! Don't like dont read!

pairing: pervy doctor!jaemin x innocent clueless!reader

warnings: inappropriate medical terminology, non-con, non consensual impregnation, unprofessional medical officer, cameras, non consensual filming and photography

smut under the cut

You had always wanted a baby. It had been you and your husband's dream befire even getting married. However, even though you tried hard, conceiving proved to be a difficult matter. That's why you were sitting here in Na Jaemin's waiting room.

Jaemin was the best gynecologist in the entire country. He had an amazing reputation. He had helped countless patients with conception. Naturally, embarrassing as it were for you, as you grew up conservative, you had no choice but to seek help from the man.

His office was charmingly welcoming. The warm interior was filled with beautifully green, fake plants and gorgeous paintings. You watched pretty little koi fish swim in the large glass fish tank in front of you that seemingly doubled as a coffee table.

You were relaxed. Normally you would've come to this appointment with your husband, however due to being unbelievably busy with work, you were here alone.

It wasnt long before a young man came out of the little room you could only assume to be Na Jaemin's office.

"y/n?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That would be me." You nervously spoke. It couldn't have been anyone else, Jaemin knew. He had no other appointments that day and you were the only one there. "Please", he smiled, "come right this way." He smiled as He led you through the door.

For a clinic, it was strangely empty. You had expected to meet many assistants however, apart from the receptionist downstairs and the man himself, there didn't seem to be another worker.

His office was cozy and pretty small. There was the typical doctor's desk and chair, along with the parient's chair and another chair for guardians in one corner. Tucked away in the other corner was a little bed, half of it covered with a curtain. There was a little wash basin and some gloves and other equipment close by. You felt nervous, but at the same time, the man's natural charm and friendly demeanor helped you feel a little bit more at ease.

"So, what can I do for you today y/n?" He asked with the smile you had begun to believe was a signature part of his personality.

"I'm trying to get..." You blushed. You were not used to talking about these types of topics. Fortunately you didn't have to finish your sentence as Jaemin completed it for you. "...a baby?" He asked. You returned a nod.

"Ah yes." His words rang as if it was the most natural thing. "It's common to face difficulties while trying to have a baby." He leaned back.

"There are many different causes", His eyes were glued to your face, never leaving, "sometimes from the man, sometimes from the woman."

He now leaned forward, clasping his hands together and gently propping himself up on his elbows. "In order to treat your infertility, wr must first find out if it's caused by your body. To do that, we can conduct a physical assessment on yours right now. That is, if you consent to it of course." He was speaking professionally. If he had any thoughts of fucking your little cunt full with his cum, you had no clue. You gave him a nod. He was a doctor, he wouldn't do anything weird, right? Wrong, but then again, what you don't know won't hurt you.

"Alright then. I need you to lift up your little skirt and just take off your panties for me okay? Then go lie down on the bed over there", he said, motioning to the bed, "you may cover your upper body with the curtain, if it makes you feel more comfortable." You already felt a little uncomfortable. You were beginning to question your desicions but then decided that you might as well try to treat your infertility, if any, since you were already here. You laid down as he said, using the curtain to cover your chest area as well as face to still protect any decency you had. To be fair, you hadn't much- granted your pussy was on full display on the other side.

You heard the sound of the lock and rubber gloves.

Na Jaemin watched through the discrete screen as you slowly closed your eyes as an attempt to relax. "First I'm going to gently stimulate your vagina and clitoris using a world class medical tool." He smiled to himself as he saw how his voice made you jump a little. You watched how you pressed your legs together as you bit your lips befire you squeaked out a small "okay". He found it so adorable. He just loved when innocent girls like you found themselves alone, without a guardian in his clinic. The moment you made your appointment he could tell you would be a fun one to tease, and maybe even impregnate, if he got lucky.

He gently pressed a glove finger through your folds. You were already so wet. He deducted that you must be in your fertile window. He let his mind drift to how red and plump your lips had been and how wide your eyes were, emphasized by the fact your eyelashes had been so long, dark and curled. 'Oh she's definitely ovulating he thought to himself.

He slowly inserted his finger inside you. He watched your face through the hidden screen as he slowly curled it inside you, while also using his other thumb to rub directly on your clitoris. You left out a soft moan. You were extremely embarrassed to have let yourself do that. This was a physical assessment and here you were moaning on your doctor's bed. You were so ashamed and red, and jaemin just got all the more turned on. "That's alright. Please feel free to enjoy yourself. The next stage of the assessment will begin shortly." You could practically hear his pearly white smile.

The man quietly zipped down his pants. He took his finger out of you to take out his cock and spread lube all over it. He continued to thrust his finger inside of you, in quicker motions as he simulation stroked himself hard and fast. You were so close to coming undone. So close to feeling relief befire he removed his finger. You mewled. The loss of contact with the 'medical tool' leaving you hungry for more.

"I will insert a new, more sophisticated tool now", he told you, breath almost hitched. You hummed.

He thought you looked so adorable. Completely fucked out from just his hand. He entered into you, pushing his raw cock and bottoming out completely, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. He trusted his long hard cock into you slowly several times before picking up his pace. You were close, he could tell. Your legs were shaking and your pussy was leaking. You had no idea what feeling you were experiencing. You felt your body tense up, you wanted more, and more, until suddenly you felt so good. so overwhelmingly good that you closed your eyes, almost falling asleep. You felt The 'device' stop moving as well. You felt something sticky squirter out. It covered your walls from inside, you could tell.

Jaemin had timed himself perfectly to cum with you, at the same time. "You will feel a liquid inside. Don't worry, it's just for stimulation. I will now remove the device and seal your vagina, alright?" It was less of a question than a statement. He worked quickly to insert a plug inside you and wiped himself. He tucked his cock back into his pants before you heard his instructions again. "You may remove the plug after 5 hours. In the meantime, get some bed rest. You may leave."

When you got up, you felt a little embarrassed but you couldn't reason why. You put on your clothes and greeted the doctor on the other side of the curtains.

He looked as professional as ever as he gave you his signature charming smile and handed over a report to you. "The physical assessment was a success. You may have intercourse with your husband. The test shows there's no problem with your body so if problems persist your husband would have to see a doctor."

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