#their relationship is so insanely beautiful

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Take It Like A Real Man

sub!chan x dom!afab!reader 🔞

✨ synopsis: Chris has been a consistent dom throughout your entire relationship, which is why you are very surprised when he asks for one of your biggest sexual fantasies to come true.

✨ request from: @chrizzztopherbang

✨ warnings: degradation, offensive language, anal play, pegging, probably some more?

You’d been toying with Chan for the past several weeks. With the way that he made you feel, how could you not?

You loved your boyfriend, don’t get me wrong. And sex with him was amazing every time. But maybe you just wanted to… spice things up a bit?

Chan was the most dominant guy you’d ever been with in the bedroom. Choking you, spanking you, and pounding the absolute shit out of you almost every day. You felt so small underneath him. Like a toy to him. But lately… you thought about what it would be like for him to be a toy for you.

He’d been looking too good recently. Walking around in his slutty little tank tops and his sweatpants. His jaw was looking sharper than usual and you could tell his biceps were getting bigger day by day. You’d almost shudder from excitement every time he came up to hug you from behind, feeling the outline of his bulge graze you ever so slightly, though you knew that wasn’t his intention. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly one thing, but there was something (everything) about him that was driving you insane.

So you decided to… test the waters. You began to initiate the make-outs more. You decided you’d be the one to climb on top of him more. The first to grind into him and take charge. To push him down and hold him there while you rode him on top. And the more you got comfortable, you felt like you could be rougher too, lightly choking him and whispering dirty things to him.

And by his reaction, you could tell that he fucking loved it. However, by the end of the night, he always ended up taking over. He’d still fuck you into oblivion with your face in the pillow until you couldn’t breathe. No matter what you did to him, he was a dom after all.

One day after work, a bright sign caught your attention. You’d driven past it a million times without a second thought. But today, something about it felt different. The sign for a sex shop.

You figured it couldn’t hurt to go in and look around. Maybe buy a few things that looked fun. You strolled through each section, getting some essentials like lube and sex toy cleaner. But as you walked past, the bondage and sub sections caught your eye. One thing specifically. A strap on harness with a vibrator built in for your clit.

You couldn’t help but be curious. And let’s be real, Chan would never want that… Would he? He’d always ended up giving into his dom tendencies no matter how much you offered up.

‘It would be stupid to buy it,’ you said to yourself, pulling your arm back in. ‘Just a waste of money.’

After you’d stepped only a few feet away, you were already stopped by another product you’d only ever seen online. A cock ring.

You took the box into your hands, reading it over and flipping it around to get a good look. It didn’t look too intimidating. Nothing too scary.

‘Now this… maybe this I could work with,’ you grinned.

You balanced the box in your hands along with your other products. You turned on your heels to exit the section and head towards the register before you could be tempted by anything else that you saw. Everything that Chan wouldn’t want.

You walked only a few feet though before you stopped. Your mind couldn’t kick it out. The strap on. How hot Chan would look under you. If he was able to take it all and give in to you. How fucking beautiful he would look moaning for you and getting so overstimulated that he couldn’t stand it.

Fogging your head, you decided to just buy the damn thing. ‘So what if I lose some money?’ you thought. A girl can dream.

A few months had gone by with a pretty similar routine. You’d often take the lead at the beginning, and about halfway through, Chan would finish it off. That is, IF Chan didn’t initiate it first and set you up from the beginning.

But today felt a bit different.

Chris had just gotten home looking (surprise) fucking delicious. It had been a late night studio session, so you could see the tiredness in his eyes. Which is why you were startled when he seemed to actually be in a great mood.

“Hey baby!” he said, coming up to squeeze you in a hug on the couch and nuzzling his head against your cheek. So cute. So different from his tendencies in the bedroom.

“Well someone’s happy!” you giggled back. “Good day today?”

He looked at you with excited eyes. “We finally got done with a track we’d been stuck on for weeks. I think it turned out so good. This is really one of the best songs I think we’ve made,” he smiled.

You gave him a tight squeeze. “That’s great baby. I’m so proud of you.” You leaned in to place a soft peck to his nose.

He blushed a bit as he said thank you.

On instinct, you scooted yourself to the side of the couch a bit. “Wanna lay your head down?” you asked, patting your lap.

You knew this was Chan’s favorite. Laying his head on you and letting you brush your fingers through his curls, massaging his scalp as you went. It was the most amazing way for him to destress. But at this moment, when he got it and he wasn’t even stressed? Well that was an even higher rush for him.

He grinned ear to ear as he moved to lie on his back and place his head perfectly in the middle of your lap, giving you access to him right underneath you.

You continued to talk about both of your days. The best and the worst parts. Apparently the boys were annoying all day, so having the good session tonight was exactly what Chan needed. You talked to him about the song, with him teasing you and telling you he wasn’t gonna show you yet.

“You know that’s not fair!” you protested, trying to pout. “Come on pleaseeeee.”

“No, I’m not gonna show you,” he teased again, shaking his head cutely.

You began to run your hands more softly and slower through his hair, hoping it would coerce him a bit. Let him know that you would take your time with him.

“It’s okay,” you smirked. “You’re gonna give in anyways.” Did you sound like a know-it-all? Yes. But did you sound like a cute know-it-all? Also yes.

Chris smiled. “Not this time. I’m putting my foot down.” He innocently raised one leg on the couch just to push it down sharply as if he were fake stomping.

“Oh really?” you started, dragging your voice down. You began to slowly glide one hand from his head, down his neck, and then to comfortably rub across his pecs, massaging them at your own pace. “I’ll do anything,” you plead with big eyes, trying your best to seduce him into it.

Chan put a look on his face to act like he was puzzled. “Aaanything?”

“Say the word-“ you leaned down to press a short kiss to his mouth, “and it’s yours.”

You took this moment to rub down further, down his abs, tracing lines along the way, until you got just above his waistband. You teased around a bit, dragging your finger along as if contemplating what to do with it.

You waited patiently as Chan wiggled underneath you. Observing his reactions, you realized how blushed he was.

“Is this what you want?” you asked softly, moving a few fingers past the band of his boxers. You didn’t want to touch him- yet. Just wanted to watch him and see what he would do.

“Mhmm,” he huffed out, repositioning his head so that he could see better.

After massaging around him and around his thighs, you brought your hand up to your mouth. You spit in it as best you could before lowering it back to it’s original position.

This time, you snaked your hand straight down to where his dick was. Almost completely hard already without you having to touch it. You decided you’d be bold.

“Oh, is this what you like baby? You like this?” you smiled menacingly as you rubbed up and down, covering his cock with the saliva.

Chan was embarrassed. You could tell. Was it because he didn’t like it but didn’t have the heart to tell you? Or was it because he was enjoying this more than he thought he should… you being in charge of him. Talking to him like this.

From how hard his dick was underneath your hand, you were willing to bet it was the second one.

You let yourself stroke a little bit harder, making sure to swirl the tip of your thumb around his opening. He hissed slightly at the feeling.

“What is it baby? Feels too good? You can’t even talk to me?” You teased.

Chan just wiggled in response, bucking up into your hand for more contact.

You let him go on for a few seconds before abruptly pulling your hand away. Now was the time to try.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, I can’t give you anything baby,” you smiled, knowing how flustered he was.

Chan relaxed his head as he laid it back, closing his eyes and letting himself catch his breath. After a few deep breaths, he gave a hesitant sigh. You watched as he began to fidget with his fingers. Knobby and lacing around each other, they were almost shaking. He looked… mad?

With one final suck of air, he sat himself up. You didn’t quite know how to react.

“I’m sorry,” you said impulsively as he turned his body toward yours. You were a bit frantic trying to fix things. “I didn’t mean to push you into doing something you don’t like. I know you’d rather be in control, and I like that too. Let’s go back to that, okay?”

“No, it’s not-“ Chan cleared his throat. “It’s not that.” He cracked his knuckles while looking down. “I need to talk to you about something first… I’ve wanted to talk to you about it for a while, but I guess I’ve just been nervous about what you’ll say and how you’ll react and what you’ll think of me, and just, I don’t know. Maybe I’m making it a big deal for nothing. I just don’t want you to think differently of me if you’re not into it and maybe if it’s weird to you. I don’t want you to feel like you’re being pressured into anything. And I don’t want you to think it’s not enough for me if we don’t do it because I do love the way that we are now. Things have been so great and I don’t want any of this to mess us up-“

“Babe, you’re rambling,” you stared at him. “Whatever it is, it’s okay. You can tell me.”

He held his breath for a moment before continuing. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“I pinky promise.” You reached your hand to rest on top of his, intertwining your pinky finger underneath his own.

He let his pinky grip to it tightly. “Well ever since you’ve been getting, you know, more involved in starting things with me, I have really enjoyed it. But you know it’s kind of just instinct for me to take over. I can’t really help it, you know. Just when you look so good, it gets too hard for me to stop myself…” He waited for a moment before trying to start again. “But I’ve been seeing stuff… Like porn, I mean," he cleared his throat sheepishly. "And that combined with the way you’ve been acting lately, I think- I think I’d like to try something. But it’s kind of weird and nothing we’ve ever talked about, so you can absolutely say no. I mean, I may have even ended up hating it, so maybe it’s best we didn’t even have this conversation and we just forget about it so-“.

“Christopher! Please for the love of God just tell me. What do you want to try?” You’d spoken louder than you’d meant to.

Fidgeting with his hands again, he finally admitted it. “I want to let you be more dominant. And I want you to be in control the whole time.”

“That’s it? You’re embarrassed about that?” you almost cackled over how ridiculous it was for him to make such a big deal about that. It wasn’t like you weren’t slowly working your way there.

“Well, no. I also wanted to try… maybe, I don't know... pegging? Like if you were pegging me. If it’s weird, we don’t have to, but I’ve been th-“ he got cut off by the sound of you.

“Oh my gosh!!!” you sprung up from your seat and quickly made your way to the closet. There, at the back, you’d had your secret stash hidden away for months. You grabbed the bag filled with lube, the strap on, and the cock ring. You squealed as you ran back into the living room where your boyfriend was waiting with a confused face. He squinted his eyes at you, waiting for you to go on.

“Okay SO,” you started, voice full of pep, “a little while back, I was just shopping around and, well, I saw these and thought maybe one day, I’d be able to convince you to let us try.” You smiled as you pulled out both the strap on and the cock ring at the same time, letting the lube in the bag hit the ground.

Chris started laughing, not able to believe his eyes. “Hahaha, no wayyy,” he carried his raised voice.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” you teased, swaying your hips as you walked up closer to him. As you took a seat on the couch, you snaked your arms around his neck. You gave him a few quick pecks on his lips before smirking and running one hand down his torso as slowly as you could, letting him enjoy it. You leaned in beside his ear, letting hot breath hit it for a moment. “We need to move this to the bedroom. But you’re gonna be good and listen to me this time, okay?”

You felt Chan shiver and get shy all of a sudden. “Okay,” a tiny grin appeared as he crossed his hands in his lap.

You stood first, holding your hand out for him to grab onto. You quickly bent to retrieve your lube and new toys. You gently pulled Chan’s hand along to follow as you made your way to the bedroom. As you walked, you were silently thankful that you’d already taken everything out of the box to clean it.

You gingerly tossed everything onto the bed before turning to wrap your arms around Chan’s neck again. As you found his lips, you used your position as an advantage to pull his neck down and his face closer to yours.

Chan scared to put his hands on you, you pulled back, smiling, feeling like you’d won already. “You can touch me now, Channie.”

He blushed before resting his veiny hands on your waist. This time, you were sure you would attach your lips to his permanently. As you kissed, you bit and tugged and pulled as Chan gave into you. He let out little moans as you kept pulling him in closer, devouring every inch of his plump lips. You ravaged until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

With a dramatic gasp, rushing air into your tight lungs, you pulled back. You stared into his face. It was so nervous yet excited. It was the most endearing thing you’d ever seen. You smirked as you watched him groveling.

“Clothes off. Now.” you instructed.

You watched as Chan immediately was humbled. Without hesitation, he stripped himself of his top, revealing his rough abs, which he seemed to be shy about all of a sudden. He covered himself by crossing his arms slightly as he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.

You stood, running your eyes up and down his exposed body, cocking one brow. You knew he felt so exposed like this.

“Underwear?” you ordered more than asked.

He looked so small as he hunched over to remove them, revealing his already semi-hard cock.

You smiled, obviously staring at his dick. “You’re that excited already?”

He gulped, not knowing what to say. Standing meekly, hoping you wouldn’t make him continue with words.

“It’s cute you’re this riled up for me baby,” you said, walking in closer and quickly grabbing his dick in your hands. You began to stroke it quickly, dry, with no warning.

He hissed in response, contorting his face.

“I think we could do better though, huh? Pull my clothes off of me,” you demanded.

He hurriedly reached to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head. He hooked around for the bra straps next, running his arms around your back as quickly as he could. He didn’t want to disappoint you so soon.

You swatted at his arms. “Did I say you could see my tits? So fucking greedy… Take off my shirt and pants ONLY. I don’t want to have to say it again.”

If the instantaneous stiffening of Chan’s dick was any indication of how much he was enjoying this, then he must have been on goddamn cloud nine.

He whimpered slightly, moving his hands back slowly and down to the area just below your waist. He swiftly undid the buttons on your jeans and lowered himself to be able to remove them from you fully.

“Stay,” you instructed.

You couldn’t have loved this sight more. Your boyfriend bent for you, looking up with doe eyes. Right at the level of your pussy. What could be more perfect?

You placed a hand in his hair, harshly pushing his head forward until it was almost touching you.

“Lick. Now. Like you fucking mean it.” Your voice came out bitchier than you thought possible. But that was the point.

Chan hurriedly leaned in to run his tongue along the outside of your clothed pussy, starting from bottom to top. The slight sensation felt almost too good after all of the pent up tension you’d been feeling. You watched the way his tongue moved slowly, up and down. If he wasn’t in this position, you’d think he was teasing you. But with your hand resting on the back of his head, you knew you’d have full control. And he knew that too.

Chan moved his tongue suddenly, intently, to the side of your pussy, toying at the fabric of your underwear. It was like he was trying to move it out of the way with the force of his tongue only.

“Keep going,” you instructed, releasing a light moan. “Lick underneath them and keep your eyes up here.”

Chris was quick to follow your instructions, swiftly locking his eyes into yours. You smiled at him- encouragement that he was doing so well for you.

You shivered as he planted his cheek into the side of you pussy, letting his tongue run along underneath the material of the the underwear.

“Taste that baby. You’re gonna taste all of me. Take it in your mouth,” you directed.

You observed the look on his face as he bit the underwear up and into his mouth, inhaling deeply. His eyes shut for a moment, taking in the experience. It looked utterly blissful for him.

“Eyes! I’m not going to fucking tell you again!” you yelled, yanking his head back so that he’d look up at you.

Big, shiny eyes flashed onto yours. Apologetic, but loving. After all of this. He loved this. He relished in this. Nothing could beat this.

“Back to to my pussy. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” you ordered him, keeping one hand on his hair as the other reached down to move your underwear out of the way.

Chan did as instructed, which earned him a pleased smile and a ramming of his head into your pussy. You quickly guided his head up and down, soaking his nose and tongue in your juices. The combination hit just the right spot.

You froze as you felt the euphoric combination. His nose hitting you clit with his tongue poked perfectly into your entrance.

“Right there, holy shit,” you moaned, fucking his face in this position. You held his head steady as you bounced yourself up and down on him. The feeling was almost indescribable.

You felt him trying to pull back slightly, needing to search for air.

“You don’t breathe unless I tell you to fucking breathe!” you shouted, pushing his face in harder.

You watched him sink down slightly, his body creeping lower to the floor. You used this to your advanced, moving your hips with a quickening speed across his face.

Going and going and going until you almost couldn’t anymore.

Once you were almost satisfied, you bunched Chan’s hair in your hand and yanked him off of you. His eyes scrunched closed as he heaved in heavily, gasping and panting heavily.

“Finally put that big fucking nose to good use, huh? You liked that, didn’t you? Burying your nose so deep in my fucking cunt? You’re such a dirty boy.”

You used the hand that was once holding your underwear to rest on his chin, spreading your thumb to hold one side of his face and the rest of your fingers on the other. You squeezed his cheeks hard, making his lips puff out as you lowered yourself to get closer to his level.

You leaned in to plant a kiss to his waiting lips. You slid your hand down to release his face and instead take hold around his neck. Your other hand laced around to take residence in the hair at the back of his head.

Now, you kissed, him deeply, throwing yourself into him and making him take it all. He threw his tongue into your mouth, letting out soft mewls as you bit back.

You were so lost in the kiss that your head began to spin, moving his head in every direction to gain access to new parts of his mouth.

You began to stand, clutching Chan’s neck to pull him up with you, never disconnecting his lips from yours. The smell of saliva and your juices took over as you each buried yourselves in. Locking into each other as you were both fully erect.

You each tangled your hands around each other as you stood for a long few moments, enjoying the passion between the two of you before you started toying with him once again.

Once the air was rushing out of your head, you pulled yourself back harshly. You scanned over his beautiful face, drenched in liquid. His lips were red and puffy, his eyes clouded over, but chipper as if awaiting what was to come next.

‘This fucking boy,’ you thought.

You quickly spit onto your hand as you hastened your hand down to grab Chan’s dick again. Jerking quickly, you could tell by his face that it was completely overstimulating all too quickly. But you couldn’t help it. He just looked too cute.

He whimpered as you kept going, looking like he would lose his breath at any moment. The sounds just turned you on more.

“You can’t even handle this? Can’t handle getting your dick touched without fucking blowing? You better not fucking cum Christopher,” you demanded.

Chan’s face contorted, puffing out his cheeks and throwing his head back to stifle any moans that would have come out. His face was visibly red. His abs began to twitch as you stroked him even harder. Faster. You knew he wouldn’t be able to last anymore. His dick peaked, as hard as you’d ever felt it. A new sensation had been unlocked. A few more pumps and he’d be over.

As suddenly as you started, you jerked your hand back and off of him. Below, you watched in awe as his dick was still quivering from the arousal it had been getting. Up and down, back and forth, slightly as he let out muffled whines, eyes almost tearing up.

You chuckled softly, making sure it was loud enough so that he could hear it. “You really are a subby baby, aren’t you?” you smiled deviously.

Resting a hand on his beating chest, you walked him backward until his knees undid over the bed and he was propelled down.

Wasting no time, you grabbed the brightly-colored lube bottle next to his head and squeezed it out into your hand. It was cold, which you figured would be perfect for the occasion.

You perched yourself on your knees next to Chan, reaching your hands down to begin massaging the lube onto him. He winced at the chill of your touch, but soon started to warm up as you massaged it into him. He let his eyes flutter closed as he began taking deep breaths, enjoying this small stent of peace.

“No falling asleep now,” you teased. “Wake up and put this on,” you demanded, throwing the cock ring at him.

Before he could react, the plastic-y material hit him in the chest, bouncing down to land on his torso. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down with wide eyes and his mouth gaped.

You watched as he swallowed harshly, looking as if he was trying to find the right words. He took the toy and rotated it around in one hand, searching for an answer.

“Uhmm, I don’t-“ he started, looking defeated. “I don’t think I know how…”

“Awww, little baby can’t figure it out?” you taunted, leaning down. “Can’t wrap his pretty little brain around it? Poor thing.” You quickly jerked it from his hand.

“Watch,” you raised your voice at him, lifting your eyebrows as if to threaten him. You held the ring in your hands, coating it in the left-over, slippery lube. Pressing it down and onto the tip of his dick, it was already a tight fit, wrapping around him snuggly. You admired the way the blood rushed through, leaving the tip of him totally engorged. “Feels good already, doesn’t it?” you giggled as he let out a breath he’d been holding in, writhing and looking pitiful beneath you.

“But you can do more,” you said airily as you began working the ring down his length. He let out small moans and grunts along the way until you made it to the base of his shaft.

It was the perfect size. Just tight enough to keep him wiggling, but not too tight to stop him from experiencing the heightened sensations.

“Mmm, isn’t that better?” You smiled. “Good boy,” you praised, lowering your face to plant a slow kiss on his tip. “For now,” you jolted up. “Now flip over. I want you on your hands and knees,” you instructed.

Chan offered an overt gulp before complying with your request.

Once he’d gotten into position, you could tell he was a bit nervous. This was the most vulnerable he’d ever been with you. And a part of you questioned if he would back out now. Would he make it this far before he realized he couldn’t go through with it?

You pushed the thoughts out of your head, realizing that those were your insecurities in this, not his. And you’d make for fucking sure that he wouldn’t want to stop this.

You grasped his hips and pulled them back, arching his back slightly to get his ass higher up. Stealthily, you held onto each side, rubbing harshly before planting short smacks, leaving behind the sound of sharp skin.

A smile eased across your face as you heard Chan moan the slightest bit. Like he was trying to conceal it.

“What was that?” You smirked, landing a larger, rougher slap to one side of his ass.

His face scrunched up before sucking in sharply.

“I didn’t hear you baby. What is it? Do you need more? You need more before I can even fucking hear you?!” Your words were forceful now. Challenging.

You violently shoved his hips down more so his ass was even more prominent. One after another, you began to plant harsh slaps until his cheeks were visibly more and more red. Loud moans now escaped his lips, growing in intensity with each smack.

Chan started panting heavily, letting out a small cry that only turned you on more.

“Fucking slut,” you muttered. “Like getting spanked by your own girlfriend? Like looking like a sloppy mess for me? Not even able to shut your fucking mouth and take it like a real man?” you taunted him. Hearing Chan’s cries getting louder and louder was all the confirmation you needed.

“Because you’re not, are you?” you chuckled, pulling your hands from him. You quickly pulled the strap on towards you to shimmy inside. You clicked the button to start the vibrator as you secured yourself in place.

“No, you’re not a real man…” you continued as you placed more lube into your hand. You tried to steady yourself as the new buzzing over your clit settled in, knocking you back the slightest bit. After regaining your footing, you went on.

“You’re just a tiny little hole who wants to be used, huh? Is that right?” You rubbed the lube along the length of the dildo strapped onto you. “You just wanna be used like the fucking slut you are?”

With that, you used one hand to place another solid smack over the redness that had already been formed, while using one lubed finger to push slightly into Chan’s asshole.

An auditory moan was heard as the wind was knocked out of him, feeling a sensation he’d never known was possible. You let him adjust slightly before pulling out and pushing back in.

Chan relaxed his arms and let his face hit the mattress as you continued with your finger in him, growing faster and faster by the second.

Tiny whines of pleasure worked their way out of Chan’s throat with every stroke. He began to move his hips along with the motion, throwing his ass backward so you could reach deeper inside him.

“Ahh fuck,” he mumbled as you kept going.

“Goddamn, already cursing for me? That’s not a good sign,” you tsked. “We’re just getting started,” you smiled. Deep panting was all you received in response.

“But the baby wants more, huh? Poor little baby,” you mocked. “You’re gonna get what you get then. And you better take it all without fucking complaining.”

Suddenly, you pulled out and brought a second finger to his hole, inserting them much quicker than you’d done with the first.

Underneath you, Chan gripped the bedsheets with his fists, settling with his mouth wide open and eyes rolled back, holding in any noise he possibly could.

“Ahhh, good boy. See, it isn’t that hard, is it?” you grinned again before beginning to ram your fingers into him quicker. You worked your way up, as fast as you could before curving your fingers into him.

With that, Chan couldn’t help himself. He let out the loudest, most ungodly moan you’d ever heard. Pure ecstasy in every last ounce of breath he put out. You could tell that he was doing all he could to not scream from the pleasure.

His reaction mixed with the tingly feeling that had washed over your clit by this point, got you to the level that you just couldn’t stand it anymore.

After giving him a few more pumps with curved fingers, you pulled out, running your hand along the shaft of the dildo again. He whimpered at the loss of contact, earning him another huge smack, essentially telling him to keep quiet.

“You still can’t shut the fuck up, can you? You like being degraded like this. I never knew my boyfriend was such a fucking whore.” Another slap.

“Now,” you continued, “we’re both gonna sit here until you start acting better and ask nicely for me to put this dick inside of you. And ask like you fucking mean it.”

Chan stilled for a moment, breathing heavily as if his brain was fogged over and he couldn’t comprehend what he needed to do. Slowly, he arched his back further, pushing his ass to the perfect angle. You both sat in silence for a few moments before soft words began to slur from Chan’s mouth.

“Please… will you fuck me?” he whispered timidly, his face the brightest shade of red.

“Maybe if you’d say it loud enough that I could FUCKING hear you!” you yelled, lining yourself up to him. You impatiently let the tip of the dildo circle around his outline. You brought your hands to his waist, grabbing onto him with the most force you could muster, taking him off guard.

Chan yelped loudly at the contact. “Please baby… PLEASE will you fuck me?” he cried out in desperation.

His pleas left you with a soft smile. “See, that wasn’t too hard now was it?” you excessively teased before pulling his waist back to force him down onto the dildo.

As quickly as it filled him, you felt it too. The insane increase in the vibration of the vibrator now rubbing up to the perfect spot on your clit. You let out a harsh moan at the feeling, enjoying this more than you’d thought possible.

“Ahh fuck baby,” you spat out, pulling your hips back before snapping them back in. The pressure was too good for you to handle.

All you could hear was Chris cursing under his breath and letting out the most guttural, obscene moans you’d ever heard. Like a symphony that had just died and been resurrected, unknown that life could take form like this.

He panted heavily, writhing in the sheets as you began to plow into him, faster and faster. Your hands gripped onto him so tightly that you were sure he’d have bruises. But that’s what you wanted. You needed him to slap into you as hard as possible. You needed to feel all of it.

“I’m not gonna-“ Chan tried to get out before pausing to let out a loud whine. “Fuck,” he cried, “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he admitted lowly, ashamed that he was already so close to being on the edge.

“Yes you are,” you smacked his ass again as you thrust in. You wrapped your arms swiftly around his waist to pull his torso upright. The dildo was still resting deep inside of him as his body came up, his back pressing into your chest. You squeezed him again, making sure he was pulled taunt to you before snaking a hand up to his throat.

“You are gonna last longer because I’m fucking telling you to. Is that clear? You’re not done until I cum. Stupid fucking whore,” you threatened, directly into his ear.

Your hips snapped up, not giving him a chance to answer. He could only let out the sweetest moan you’d ever heard.

As you began humping into him, you felt that prominent tingly feeling at your core. You knew if you kept this up, your orgasm would come sooner than you’d hoped. But you couldn’t stop pumping into him. It felt too fucking good. Your clit throbbed and your knees were about to give in, but nothing could hold you back now.

You grabbed Chan’s throat harder, squeezing it until you knew he’d have trouble getting steady breaths in and out. You used this as your vantage point to steady him as your other hand folded around his waist and down to his dick. You grabbed it into your hand quickly, not wasting any time.

He hissed as you began to quickly jerk him up and down while pounding into him, trying to focus on his breathing before giving in entirely.

You felt him clench down onto the dildo, putting more pressure onto it and the vibrator attached. You felt your inner thighs begin to twitch. Your own breathing began to falter out. You knew you needed to make the most of these last few moments.

“You are such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” you whispered into his ear, licking it softly before turning his head toward you by his throat.

You connected your mouth to his, saliva going everywhere as you devoured him until the last second. Biting at him until you could taste blood. Choking him until he was gasping under you for air. Blood rushing to your head from the adrenaline and the sight of your boyfriend totally and completely at your mercy. Your bitch. Anything you wanted him to be.

You rammed his body down by his throat to push him into you harder, fucking into him with everything you had. Your hand was fast on his dick, working him up to the point that tears began to stream down his face.

“This is what you wanted,” you smiled, biting down on his shoulder. “Wanted to cry your fucking heart out to how good I could use you... Ahhh fuck,” you growled, the stimulation about to send you over.

“My sweet little baby Channie,” you whispered into his ear ever so lightly, placing one more kiss to it. So soft it was almost a tickle. You could taste the salty liquid that had spilled out of his eyes and had run across his face. Tears still coming down while your hand stifled his cries and moans.

“I know you want to cum,” you breathed out, fucking him with your hips and hand as fast as possible. “Cum for me baby. Let it all out,” you purred.

Suddenly, without your permission, your own body jolted, hitting your high. You began to convulse uncontrollably, sending shocks throughout your very core, leaving Chan with sporadic, trembling thrusts and shaky hands.

“Fuck Channie,” you cried, trying to ride out your own high, but almost passing out in the process. “Cum right fucking now. Right fucking now!” you yelled, not knowing if you’d be able to survive the overstimulation of fucking him any longer.

You let go of his throat long enough for him to take a deep gasp for air and cry out as he too began to shake around you. His limbs began to flail as his body gave out, screaming and crying as he lost control. Cum shot out of him with more force than it ever had, leaving his head spinning and mind completely numb.

Losing hold of him, he collapsed out of your arms, spasming the same as you as he tried to regain his sense of being.

You took a deep breath before falling next to him on the bed, heaving heavily until your breath came back to you. Chan was doing the same while covering his face with his hands, embarrassed again all of a sudden.

You gave him a moment to collect himself before leaning over to kiss his forehead and remove his hands. You placed a soft kiss to his nose while you held his hands in yours.

“How was it baby?” you smiled as you whispered.

“It was…” he contemplated finding the right word. “Insane,” he laughed, finally coming back to his normal self.

“Hopefully insane in a good way?” you cocked a brow toward him.

“Yes, in a good way.” He squeezed your hand before turning his head slightly to look up toward the ceiling, not making eye contact with you. He closed his eyes, chuckling to himself.

“You don’t really think I’m a ‘fucking slut’, do you?” he kept giggling, teasing the way you’d talked to him.

“Oh I do. I think you’re my fucking slut,” you lightheartedly winked. You brought your lips back to his as he smiled into the kiss, shaking his head back and forth.

“What am I gonna do with you now?” he laughed as he pulled back and brought you into his chest.

#bangchan smut #bangchan imagines #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bangchan scenarios #bang chan #bangchan x reader #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x you #christopher bang #chris bang smut #chris bang #bangchan stray kids #bangchan #bangchan angst #chan skz #skz scenarios #skz #skz fanfic #skz angst

[karumbusarr]

you know, when sun jae figures out that sol is from the future, he so confidently says that he'll diligently run to 2023 to meet sol there.

we don't even question it.

realistically it's 15 years and no one in their sane mind will ask anyone of that but with sun jae, having met the 2023 sun jae in both timelines and knowing how down bad insane he's been yearning for sol despite him not having a chance yet unable to let go... we don't even question it. we don't even question the whole 'ah life moves on, people move on and drift and change' thing that'll definitely be a question with any other couple.

we just naturally accept it, yes ofc sun jae will wait and reunite with sol again, 15 years is nothing.

sun jae doesn't even have any questions, he just naturally accepts that yes ill take care of myself for the next 15 years, where's the face mask?

in the world of so called situationships, cheating, falling out of love, long distance relationship struggles, commitment issues and so on... this pure, intense love is just so wonderful to witness. ofc some situations are reasonable and can't be helped but these two who'll go against time and fate for each other just to be together... i know it's a drama and it's idealistic but just for a few hours, you live in this space where two people purely seek each other because they wouldn't want to be anywhere else, no matter how many years they've to wait.

in so many romance dramas and movies, the question of actually wanting each other comes up, with the whole second lead involvement and misunderstandings and more, but here, there's nothing. you know both of them only have eyes for each other and it's so beautiful, that's what pulls you in.

two dumbasses adoring each other and falling hard so badly that time is just a small obstacle to overcome.

sun jae, in every timeline, from the heartbroken one to the living life well one, from the high school kid to the college kid, has only ever wanted sol. he fell for her kindness and never changed. she fell for his kindness and his wonderful being in itself and now she's down bad just like him. to think he helped her through vicious hard times the college sun jae won't even be aware of.

i feel that these two pull us in so well cuz at the end of the day we all want to be loved unconditionally and these two show us that, how it must be, to be so intensely woven into each other.

and to add on to that, in every timeline, they've also always been best friends with the same kids they used to run around together in their school days. yes it's a drama but don't we all want to have life long friends who'll always be there?

in all forms, love persists here, beyond time.

lovely runner is so filled with love, kindness and devotion in all ways that you just can't help but fall in love, just as sun jae and sol fell for each other.

now, isn't this a lovely thing for all of us to witness and experience together?

#lovely runner #im sol #ryu sun jae #kdrama #byeon woo seok #kim hye yoon #im sorry but im serious about this rant #like please #imagine how wonderful it is to see such devoted love #im sorry but my heart is so warm for these two and their friends and im geum and their parents and grandma #im just in love with everyone #honestly forever my fav drama

[undead-supernova]

For Worse or For Better

Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 (TBC)

Masterlist

plot: it's time to face the music. remind him how it used to be. and finally say you want him. for ever and ever.

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: none I can think of!

easter egg count: 21

wc: 3k

note: only two chapters left of I’ll Pay the Price, You Won’t!!!! enjoy :)

Eddie had always been a sight to see.  

His beauty, the kind others would die to witness up close, had once belonged to you. Since the night you met, standing next to the bar in that neon glow, every passing day had been another image, another secret desire to see him again. 

But you were no longer his.

And now here you were, staring at each other at the threshold of a castle you once had permission to roam. 

You must’ve been a sight to see, makeup dripping down your face and hair completely soaked. Shaking from the rain, feeling it seep into your skin. Not the perfect image that graced magazine covers and sashayed across stages. No, you were human for once.

No longer a machine.

“It’s been a long fucking six months,” Eddie said finally.

God, his voice. That hint of gravel, exhaustion weighing on him in the dead of night. The way it still caressed your heart that you were convinced wasn’t beating anymore. You wanted to reach out, to pull him into your arms and weep.

But all you could say was, “I know.”

“And, what,” he continued, as if you’d said nothing. “You just show up out of thin air?”

“I know.”

“Are you insane? What are you doing here?”

I miss you. I love you. I never should’ve walked away. We’re both in too much pain to keep doing this to ourselves. I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.

But it just sat there, heavy in your throat as it tried to make its way into your mouth. It was no use. There were too many words, too many speeches you could throw out to try and convince him that you were telling the truth.

And none of it slipped past your lips.

At the sound of cracked lightning, Eddie seemed to finally register the storm and shook his head. “Ah, shit. Come in, you’re soaked.” He moved away from the door, allowing you to tiptoe into the foyer of a house that felt so foreign to you now. “I’ll, uh, get you a towel.”

Eddie slammed the door before walking right past you. Not sparing you a glance, but still venturing down the hallway and out of sight.

Immediately, you crouched down and tried to remove your soaked Keds, unable to stop yourself from cringing at how heavy your socks even felt. Soaked through, dripping onto the tile the moment they were off. 

You kicked them next to the door before you let your eyes wander around the space, absorbing the fact that nothing had been moved. Nothing had changed. It was as if it was stuck in your time of wild, of oasis. That smell, his smell, invaded any and every thought you had. The one that still left you breathless, tinged with romanticism, having to hold onto the nearest doorframe to keep yourself from falling over.

And in the quick flash of lightning rippling across the walls, you saw a little black cat scurrying towards you. 

“Hey, Oz,” you mumbled, crouching down to scratch his head. Watched his mouth open in a silent coo, totally oblivious to state of your relationship with his dad. If there was one at all.

There was a flashback that you couldn’t stop, that moment Oz scratched at that back door. Waiting for you and Eddie to get out of the pool, that beautiful summer night laced with something resembling forever. You had no idea back then. And there was nothing you could’ve done to change the course of your future.

When Eddie slowly made his way back, he held the towel out for you. Slowly, you rose back up, all the while staring at the object in his hand. The same towel you always grabbed whenever you’d stayed over. The same one he swaddled you in that night. God, you felt sick.

“Thanks,” you said anyways, taking the time to wipe off.

“James let you in, huh?” he asked, turning back around and walking towards the living room. You took it as a sign to follow, your feet on the freezing floor making you shiver. 

“Yeah, Scott helped.”

“Awesome,” he said sarcastically before sighing. “Well, uh, why’re you here then?”

Before you could get the courage to answer him, you glanced over at his couch. And you felt silly. It was just a couch, after all. But there were so many nights attached to it, each cushion committed to your memory. You knew where it dipped the best and where you sank like quicksand. There was even an ice cream stain, curtesy of you, still visible from where you stood.

And you could’ve sworn you heard your mingled laughter in the quiet.

Wiggling your toes on the tile, you stared down at your feet. “I wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

Your eyes snapped back up to meet his, frustration flaring at the absurdity of that question. “About what? Really? What do you think I wanted to talk about?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Jesus, of course I know what you wanna talk about. I just thought you could, you know, say it yourself?”

“I’m sorry!” you yelled. “Okay? I’m fucking sorry.”

“Oh, yeah?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really?”

“Yes!”

He leaned in, toward you. “What are you sorry for, hm?” he mocked.

“I’m a fucking idiot, Eddie,” you stated, dropping the towel to the ground. “A goddamn idiot. I screwed up and I’m sorry.”

“That all you’re sorry for?”

“Eddie, no. Jesus Christ. I just…” You shook your head, placing your hands on your opposite shoulders. Tried to let the pressure calm your mind, ease the flood. But the tide was already taking your thoughts back to the ocean. You were already turning back into sea foam. “I don’t know where to even start, but… I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have walked away. And I should’ve said this stuff a long time ago.”

“You have a phone,” he said with an edge to his tone. “You could’ve called.” He looked up before he sniffled. “I don’t get it. Sometimes, I sit in bed and I just…don’t get it. Like, at all. You liked that I didn’t listen to the world. You liked that I wanted to be with you. You liked that I stayed when it got bad. When did all of that shit stop being enough?”

“Eddie…”

“When did I stop being enough?”

“That’s not it—”

Eddie interrupted, saying your name with a sigh. “Like, you made me more of a secret. Kept me from being able to support you. And I get that you wanted privacy, but that doesn’t mean you can just treat me like that when everyone already fucking knows. Like, why bother?” His head shook as he sighed again. “Not to mention, you did all the shit your exes did to you. Like, what kind of game is that? What makes you think that it’s okay?”

“I know,” you agreed. “And I don’t think it’s okay. I didn’t even realize all of that until tonight and that’s exactly why I’m here.”

“But you don’t get to just…walk back in here at two in the morning and say you want me back.”

“Yeah, I…” You looked down, absentmindedly picking your nails. “I know that. I do. It’s just…your songs. What you said. If I could, um, hear your knock, brought back by my revery. Each tap, each rap still committed to my memory. But that’s—”

“Up to you, darling,” he continued. You lifted your gaze to his face, to the tears welling in his eyes. “It’s all up to you.”

You took a step forward, feeling your eyes spill with running water.  “And…and you said…” Without explanation, you reached into your crop top and pulled out the lighter. 

“The lighter,” he whispered. Eddie seemed as transfixed by the discovery as you were, eyes trained on the small object. Because it wasn’t just a lighter. It wasn’t something just left in your house, forgotten the moment it went missing. 

It was more than that. A symbol—Eddie’s devotion personified. Something so personal, given to him in a time of despair and deflation, left in your possession. Only asked for once your memory was the only thing left to cling to. Once your memory was the only association left to give it.

“I found it tonight, randomly. It was under the couch.” You tried to look away from his intensifying gaze, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t. “It just…it felt like a sign.”

Eddie whispered your name, pausing for only a moment longer before he straightened. Shook his head, ridding whatever thoughts remained.

“No—Fuck!” He scoffed, rubbing his eyes. “No, you can’t just fucking do this. Fuck, you just…you make me fucking crazy.”

Now you were stepping closer, compelled by his denial. How could you make him understand? How could you convince him that you were telling the truth?

“Eddie, I promise. I promise I mean it.”

“But you left!” he exclaimed. 

His fingers still rested over his eyes, like he was terrified to look at you. Like he was terrified by his reality.

“I know, but—”

“And I’ve sat here and fucking cried my stupid fucking eyes out every night because all I see—all I ever fucking see at night is you leaving. Just walking out and acting like none of this mattered.”

“Eddie, I’ve felt the same—”

“No,” he shouted, hands immediately coming down and fisting at his sides. His glare made you nauseous, eyebrows sinking lower and lower into his face as his lip quivered. “No, you do not get to say that to me. Not now. Not when you made that choice. You can’t try to fucking empathize with me when this is your fault.”

“And I regret it every second of every day!” you shouted back, taking another step forward. “You heard my album! You know what this has done to me. I feel like I’m dying inside every single fucking night. I get no sleep because I just think about you and how much I fucked up. I did it because I thought I was protecting you. And you know me. You know I’m a people pleas—"

“Nah, man,” he interrupted, shaking his head as he let out a breathy chuckle. The bitter smile on his face made you shudder. “I thought I knew you. For just a second. Just a fucking, shit, I don’t know, a miniscule second, I thought I knew you. But that’s not true, is it? Hm?”

Speechless. That’s the only way to describe how you felt in that moment, staring at the man you knew was the love of your life and hearing him question your character. Like he’d already made up his mind about you. Like his album was the bargaining and the depression—and now he was in a state of rage, finally seeing you as the villain of his story.

“You—"

“Oh, and by the way,” he interrupted again, shaking his head at you. Like he knew what you were going to say. Maybe he really did. “You said you were doing it for me, but you didn’t.” You watched his tears start to fall. “You did it for you. Or to hurt yourself or whatever. I don’t know. Point is, it just wasn’t for me.”

At last, the silence fell. 

Two sets of eyes continued to meet again. Not in the way old friends do, but in the way severed lovers do. A stare laced with the kind of pain that lingered in the tissue of muscles, racing through veins like second nature. And just like wounded animals, you could both see the other was injured.

You probably should’ve just walked away. Was there a point to any of this? You were led by blind faith, by this notion that he’d swaddle you into his grasp and kiss you and ask for your hand in marriage. That all could be forgiven if you just locked eyes. If you just told him…

If you just…

Told him…

“I was afraid to tell you what I want,” you admitted. 

Eddie’s breath seemed to even out, exasperation starting to seep in. He threw up his hands and asked, “What’s that, then?”

“I want you.”

Immediately, his mouth fell open. 

But you put up a hand.

“No, Eddie. Listen to me. I want you. Maybe forever. No, you know what? Not maybe. I want you forever and fucking ever. I want to spend the next however many years navigating this shithole and make music and travel and be there for each other. Go to award shows and congratulate each other. I want to touch you in fucking public and not give a shit about what anyone says. I want to move in with you and drive each other crazy.”

You stopped trembling, shoulders back as you finally reached him. Like you were only now greeting him, finally gazing into those beautiful brown eyes of his. Though they were still glassy, you didn’t cower away. Instead, you took a deep breath and continued. 

“And then I want you to get on one knee and ask me to marry you. A bouquet, a veil, a lover lying await in the shade. You wrote that. You fucking wrote that. And, you know what? Yeah. I want that. I want it more than anything in the world. Let’s get a few more cats. Let’s get married somewhere with our friends and just get high and dance and laugh. And I want to, no I will write you love poems and songs and show you first and then show the whole fucking world…”

You paused, taking a deep breath as you made sure he heard every word. “How much I love you.” 

Eddie instantly caved, his shoulders hunching as his eyes flickered between yours. 

“I will spend every miniscule second of every day making sure you never doubt how in love with you I really am.”

He exhaled, arms slightly extending. As if he was about to reach for you. And you wanted to reach back, wanted to watch the sparks flicker as your fingertips met one another. But you had to keep going. You had to make him understand.

“You know exactly who I am, Eddie,” you stated. “You always have. I should’ve never, ever made you question that.”

His silence made you want to drop to the ground, to beg him to believe you. Because you couldn’t decipher his expression, couldn’t decode the words circulating around that beautiful fucking brain of his. He didn’t make it any better, eyes searching your face over and over again. Like he was assessing the evidence. Reading back the notes. 

But after what felt like hours, Eddie sighed.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

You exhaled, all breathy and relieved. “I know. Jeff said the same thing on the phone earlier.” 

“Should’ve known that bastard would’ve ratted me out.”

“He said you’ve been holed up here for a while.”

“Yeah.”

“I understand why.” You tried to lower your heart rate as you said, “I’m sorry I didn’t say I love you back. I didn’t want to say it and then just walk away.”

“I thought you did, but then…I just…didn’t.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you I’m in love with you since I went to Pittsburg to see Mary, Este, and Becky after my tour.”

“But that was only, like, a month after we started seeing each other.”

“Mhm. It was a Saturday.”

“Funny, ‘cause I’d been wanting to tell you I love you since the very first night we met.”

The first smile you’d been able to manage today broke across your lips. Slowly. Gently. “But we didn’t even know each other.”

“I didn’t care. I was already fucking crazy about you.” Heat rose on your cheeks the second you saw the corners of his mouth begin to lift. “And I wanted to tell you I was in love with you about, uh, two weeks in. Right after you came and surprised me at my show. When I crashed backstage at your show—”

“In Seattle?”

“Yeah. I thought about telling you then, but I didn’t.”

“That was only a week later.” Eddie nodded. You let out a groan, slapping your hand over your face. “I’m so stupid.”

“Far from it,” he whispered, fingers reaching up to move your hand away. Your eyes connected once again. But you were weak at his touch, the first in six months, the word kryptonite flooding your thoughts. “But you did make a stupid mistake. There’s a difference.”

“One more chance,” you said. “Just give me one more chance. If I fuck up again, you never have to see me again. I promise.”

Eddie’s grasp on your hand tightened, nearly red hot against yours. He hadn’t let go. He hadn’t lost contact, still anchoring himself to you even as the air grew thick with uncertainty. 

But the most peculiar thing happened. He raised his right hand, crossing the barriers between you and caressing your cheek. A whimper left your lips at the tender touch, feeling absolutely weightless as he smiled at you again.

“Come running back, consider your exile foregone,” Eddie whispered, tightening his grasp on your cheek. Thumbing your lower lip, eyes flickering from your mouth to your gaze, he finished. “I choose you in the low glow of dusk, love you ‘til dawn.”

He kissed you then, his forgiveness dripping into you like honey. Saltwater-stained lips added to the familiar flavor, taking broken halves and molding them back together. Your hearts didn’t mold the same way, but they did shift into something new. Something beautiful. Something golden. 

That night, Eddie made love to you with your hand always twined with his. A welder with the scorching stroke of a furnace, binding himself to you in every way humanly possible. Pouring apologies and promises into one another, letting the scars scab over while new skin grafted over the wounds—saliva being the cure. Touch being the remedy.

There was nothing “resembling” forever anymore.

It was only that. It had only ever been that.

Forever.

thank you @strangergraphics, my beloved, for your endless stream of dividers for yours truly <3

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x female reader #boyfriend!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!Eddie x reader #rockstar!Eddie x you #modern!Eddie x you #boyfriend!Eddie x reader

[alphajocklover]

So I’m a gay guy in my early 30s but I find that I’m more attracted to mature men like in their 50s. There’s a guy I want to ask out by he’s a big muscle daddy in his 50s and that’s all he says he’s interested in. Do you think you could help me become the perfect mature hairy muscle man that he wants to marry?

Clive was literally everything you had ever wanted. Handsome, distinguished, muscular, he was exactly your type physically. A muscle Daddy. Having him as your roommate was driving you insane with lust. But your feelings for him were so much more than just physical, so much more than just lust. In the short time you had known Clive you had fallen head over heels in love with him. Everything about him made you weak in the knees, from the small habits he had, like slightly pulling on his silver beard when thinking, to the big things he did, like how considerate and caring he always was. Most people would feel awkward about having a roommate so much younger than they are, but he had always treated you like a friend and an equal. You wanted him more than anything. But… you knew he’d never love you back.

Clive was 25 years older than you, literally old enough to be your actual daddy, and he was well aware of the age difference. He never treated you like a kid, but he was a big believer in keeping sexual relationships within his own generation. If he was attracted to you, you knew he’d never act on it because he didn’t wanna be a creep. He always dated people closer to him in age, and seemed to have similar taste to you. All of his boyfriends were muscular, hairy, older gentleman. Muscle daddies. In other words, the opposite of you. You were, for lack of better words, a twink. You had tried to gain muscle, tried to grow more hair, even tried gaining weight, but you were one of those rare people who couldn’t put on weight instead of not being able to keep it off. So, you suffered in silence, the object of your affection so close but far, constantly pining. It was humiliating, and made you feel like some sort of pathetic schoolgirl, but… you couldn’t do anything to change the situation. You couldn’t change your feelings, you couldn’t change your body, you couldn’t even afford to move. You were stuck.

And then… you saw the ring. You don’t know how it happened. You can’t even remember why you walked past that jewelry store on your way to work. Usually you took a more direct route. But that day you walked past that new jewelry store, your eyes caught on something in the window. A simple diamond engagement ring. It wasn’t anything special. You shouldn’t have stopped and gone into the store. But you did. You shouldn’t have bought the shockingly cheap but beautiful ring. But you did. You shouldn’t have skipped work and headed back to your apartment to set up. But you did. And as you did, you changed. When you walked up the 7 floors to your apartment, you began to gain muscle slowly. A ridiculous amount of muscle, going from twink to twunk to jock to certified beef. When you entered the apartment and prepared a special bottle of wine you didn’t remember having before to (hopefully) celebrate, you gained a respectable smattering of hair all over your body, though the hair on your head seemed to shorten and fall away. As you ordered a beautiful bouquet of flowers and changed into an expensive suit you shouldn’t have been able to afford rent for a night but now remembered buying, you grew older, your hair becoming peppery and your muscles becoming thicker and more solid. By the time Clive opened the door, there you were: an older muscle daddy in a handsome suit, on one knee with love is your eyes.

Obviously Clive said yes. Afterall, you had been dating for 3 years now, living together for 2, and were perfect together. You were both head over heels for each other, in a good place financially (mainly due to your very well paying job as an executive), and you were ready for the next step. Before the wine you had bought was even half gone, Clive was stripping off your suit as you grinned happily. Clive was everything you had ever wanted. Well, almost. You had never expected to end up with someone younger than you, since you usually dated older men, but it was only a 2 year age difference, and it turned out you kind of liked being the older guy for once.

**Hey there! My first muscle daddy story. I usually write about jocks but I never turn down a challenge and like expanding my horizons. I hope I did a good job! I hope you enjoy it, and feel free to send me more story suggestions.**

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #reality change #retcon #muscle daddy tf

[jacks-little-jacky]

How do you think the other captains would react if Jack a soft cute so but in the battle field she’s just as violent as him

The other Captains | Jack the Ripper x Reader Headcanons

This is the second time I've written this request and I swear to god if Tumblr crashes again and deletes everything I will start pre-writing everything on docs. Also, this isn't my usual request of writing for Jack but rather the other Captain's opinions on something that has to do with Jack, so I hope I somewhat nailed them.

Yami Sukehiro

Honestly he's so confused about how Jack got a gf

She's cute??? Huh???

Since I see them as the best buddies, he's glad that Jack got himself a pretty and sweet gf but he fears how long he's able to keep her because the man is batshit crazy

so he's a bit surprised but relieved when he sees you go crazy too

he was a lil afraid Jack would become too much or maybe try to dull himself down as he only saw your cute side, so seeing how you're able to match him is good in his eyes

still makes jokes about Jack being too dumb to keep a relationship but he secretly ships it fr

William Vangeance

he likes you! you're sweet and nice!

maybe a little weird next to Jack because you seem his polar opposite

doesn't think too much about it, he's glad you make Jack happy

like Yami he spends a little moment to wonder if maybe he'd get too much for you

also relieved but not as much when he sees your other side

also... a little concerned.... especially if you're not a magic knight.

Rill Boismortier

oh! Captain Jack has a girlfriend! He has a heart! A soft side!

and you're so sweet too???

he def. would try to get along with you, partially because he really thinks you're sweet and he's a very friendly guy

also because he hopes it puts him in good books with Jack because he's lowkey scared

His reaction when you reveal your crazy side is like: "... Oh no... they're both insane..."

He likes your passion though! And how it matches with Jack. He sees a certain beauty in how your differences become irrelevant in a dire/battle situation and you both "dance" on the field

Mereleona Vermillion

she doesn't care all that much tbh

she thinks you're sweet but doesn't really waste another thought on it

only get's interesting when she sees how intense you can get

I guess she'd like Jacks willingness to fight so to see that you're kinda double trouble would be relationship goals for her

doesn't really spend much time thinking about it tho

Charlotte Roselei

How

No, just how? Jack? Pulled a girl? A sweet one like you?

She's baffled

You're so sweet? And nice? And that all for someone like Jack?

Charlotte doesn't like most men in general and while I am a firm believer of Jack x Charlotte in a platonic friendship way... She still would be confused how someone likes him ROMANTICALLY

a little happy for Jack tho, she knows he's not that bad (and she likes roudy guys Yami too)

likes you a lot more when she sees you can dish out some too, maybe would even suggest for you to join her squad

a little worried about Jack and you riling each other up though

Dorothy Unsworth

she likes you, you're sweet and she ships the difference in everyday attitude

Now it depends, if you're being unnecessarily cruel, she'd frown at it but she understands well that it's fun to let loose and play with your magic (which can be very destructive at times)

so yeah Dorothy would like the energy but if you're like crazy violent in a sense of hurting more than you'd have to for no real reason she'd be put off a little

she'd pull you into her glamour world sometimes to show you versions of Jack who totally swoons over you because that how it looks like to her LMAO

Kaiser Granvorka

he's also a little concerned about you at first

sure Jack has to be somewhat sane and respectable to be a Captain but I don't think Kaiser thinks too highly of him

he likes you tho, hopes that maybe you'll rub off on Jack a little

when he sees the way you behave in battle he's more concerned

maybe... he doesn't want you to rub off on Jack. He is crazy enough

After all, this man is married as far as I know and I belive he's still as happy as he can be for you two

Nozel Silva

he's... confused.

Now if you're a noble or a royal his mind is genuinely blown and he thinks Jack did some dirty trick to get you with him

if you're a peasant he doesn't care. at all. maybe raises an eyebrow but doesn't care too much.

if you're a noble/royal he's a bit "concerned" about your violent side but of course, you'd be powerful. it does shift his view on the relationship in a more positive light to see that you don't need to use Jack as a bodyguard/are not dependent on him

if you're a peasant his only thought is "Great, now there's two of them..." - he doesn't like your boyfriend and your chances for him to like you are very, very thin

he might like you more than Jack though because you at least have a sweet and soft side that is socially acceptable

Fuegoleon Vermillion

he's pretty much a middle ground of William and Nozel here

he thinks his part but you won't catch onto that

very glad you're a well behaved and mannered woman and you seem to manage Jack's personality well

he can see the appeal for Jack when you match him, you have no reason to be scared if you're the same and you certainly understand his odd... hobbies like this

but also a little concerned that there are now two of that kind together

Julius Novachrono

Man is in everybodies business

he doesn't say or think much of it tbh, he has seen a fair amount of people and how layered they can be

he likes that you're sweet and soft because it definitely could be handy for Jack (he doesn't cause trouble that much but damn him and Yami at the same spot is always a ticking time bomb and oh does your presence keep Jack focused on something else than Yami)

the violent part is only really interesting depending on your magic, if somehow you and Jack worked on a spell or something that boosts both of you when near each other he'd be intrigued

just hope none of you gets hurt (or does something illegal)

#jack black clover #jack the ripper #black clover #jack the ripper black clover #black clover jack #jack the ripper (bc) #black clover x reader #jack the ripper x reader #jack x reader #black clover yami #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #yami sukehiro #rill boismortier #dorothy unsworth #julius novachrono #kaiser granvorka #charlotte roselei #mereoleona vermillion #william vangeance #black clover captains #black clover headcanons

[hansoeii]

Ohh look, it's the dead boy detectives!

#it happened again #another pair of neil gaiman's gay men have stolen my heart #this happens too frequently for my liking #no but edwin and charles MY GOD #their relationship is so insanely beautiful #please watch dead boy detectives if you haven't yet I NEED it to be renewed!! #also you're allowed to hit me cos I worked on this instead of working on my final #dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives fanart #edwin and charles #painland #chedwin #DBD #my art #fanart #digital art #ghosts #my fanart #illustration

[natjennie]

cap and kitty's little improv scene... the way they gossip about 90s bands together... the fairy godmother.... that winning smile of yours, now where is it... now our song about clouds is doooooone... the wizard of oz.... when he turns the attention on himself so she doesn't have to talk about eleanor... she pictures her father as him in the flashbacks... agh ants! no, no, they can't hurt you... why would you want to kill time it's meant to be enjoyed.. ah what's the rush, we've got forever... kitty thinks her baby kicked and calls cap over to feel... father christmas is not reallllll-ly in the habit.... no one wants to listen to this old walrus... hang on you made me do something horrible. yes but they're staying... maybe they'll decide to stay. they won't, kitty.

#can anyone hear me #is this thing on #because im going insane about them #theyre such sillies and so sweet #that's her dad. i swear to god. #that's his daugher. you're not listening. #it's just such a beautiful unlikely relationship #and its that what ghosts is literally all about #but like. imagine the ghost of an old fuddy-duddy wwii soldier but he's gay and also silly with it #and now imagine a young georgian noblewoman who is so giddy and full of love and so fundamentally lonely #and now imagine they both view each other as father and daughter. #it's so perfect #bbc ghosts #the captain #kitty higham #cap and kitty #ghosts spoilers

[mitskijamie]

Roy obviously knows that Jamie admires/respects/looks up to him but I like to think there's some part of him that wants Jamie to think he's like. Cool. On some level he's just a middle aged man who peaked in his 20s and craves validation from his cool gen Z coworker. I'm not like a regular coach I'm a Cool coach

#oc #(face straightens immediately) #i think roy was probably bullied at least some at the academy (because he was younger and also super talented) and sometimes with Jamie #who is so effortlessly cool and personable and just has this gravitational pull that will make any room he enters orbit around him #he feels like. idk. inadequate #even when roy was the coolest man in the country there was always this part of him that still felt like it was a joke #this inner autistic 13 year old who never fit in and could never figure out why #like his whole relationship with Keeley he can't believe such a beautiful woman would want to be with him because girls used to ask him out #as a joke or whatever. so he keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop because why would SHE like HIM. #and then when he finds out she's been talking about how clingy he is behind his back he's like I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot. of course. #and it's the same thing with jamie. why would Jamie Tartt (Beautiful Young Successful Footballer Slash Sex Symbol). want to be with him. #he feels like a closeted outcast with a helpless crush on a beautiful popular classmate #is this insane. #roy kent #jamie tartt

[glyphes]

i think part of the reason why bloodweave works so well is because it’s self recognition through the other. 2 sides of the same coin

astarion didn’t like gale at first and i think it’s because it was like looking into a mirror. the same hunger, the same need to chase after power because neither of them think they’re safe/good enough as they are, the same desperation for love and acceptance

and they could very well be the pair that breaks each other out of this pattern of thinking

we see how gentle astarion can be with someone he cares for and how he doesn’t want to see the other hurt. we see how understanding and sympathetic gale can be and how devoted he is to his partner no matter what. they won’t want to ruin the other because they’re all they have. i might even go so far to say that they understand each other on a deeper level than any of the other companions do

#in this essay i will #there are just so many ways to pair these 2 together and it can be tragic or wholesome and that’s the beauty of this pair #it’s just SUCH a good dynamic idk why people reduce it to toxic old man yaoi #im actually soooo against toxic relationships they are so much more than that #ive actually not been this insane about a ship for a while thank u larian #they COULD be toxic or they could be wholesome #I could be devil or your angle #it’s delicious im eating it up slurping my fingers yum yum yum #baldur's gate 3 #bloodweave #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #vg #post.text()

[mintjeru]

in kuyu's historical fantasy webnovel turning, protagonist yuder aile is described to have only focused on the development of his own abilities prior to his execution and subsequent regression. in an attempt to prevent the disaster he saw in that future, he begins to build genuine connections and trust with not only his cavalry member peers but also his commander, kishiar la orr. the slow-paced and natural progression of yuder's relationship with kishiar, beginning with curiosity, progressing to mutual respect, and later encompassing loyalty and romance, is a major point of interest. however, their relationship still manages to not obscure the equally compelling plotlines, politics, and character dynamics present in the story. yuder's complex relationship with kishiar and the story's refusal to revolve solely around romance strongly mirrors the arospec experience. in this essay i will-

#yuder aile #kishiar la orr #터닝 #turning novel #that's right i'm putting this in the main tags #this is *my* turning propaganda #i'm only on chapter 275 but this novel has already rewired my brain in so many ways #yuder is demiromantic (to me) and his relationship progression w/ kishiar is the most beautiful i've seen in any story aside from t.gcf #smth about how even other characters say their relationship isn't just trust or romance but something deeper that connects their souls #and that they are the only ones who understand each other on that level. insane i tell you. #'you are the only one who can command me' 'yuder aile. whatever you're afraid of now i promise it will never happen' need i go on. #call me kim d.okja the way i willingly committed myself to a 1k+ chapter webnovel with a slowburn romance

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

#possramble #ignore this im just babbling but #the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel #and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession #platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together #like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married #convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist #but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain #like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just #the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends #the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me #like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed #the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk #people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!! #but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out #don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck. #i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing. #she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it #and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not. #she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over #like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics #and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with #they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic #it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out #like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched #love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it #anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me #it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3 #it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.

[angelsdean]

im just saying things this morning but i really do love an insane queerbait over canon-right-out-the-gate “representation” characters with labels slapped on them and playing into the most outrageous stereotypes on purpose with the blandest storylines and boring perfect non-problematique lukewarm love interests. like WHERE is the tension WHERE is the 12 yr slow burn WHERE is the complex layering of Issues and Disorders resulting in the most nuanced bisexual man on television precisely because they never intended him to be queer in the first place but accidentally turned the dial up on their sexist funnyguy ladies man too far that it looped over into overcompensation and their 2005 lol gay jokes kept going on beyond funny and the actorman playing him made Choices like looking flustered, uncomfortable at being called out for being too butch and looking aroused and interested in every man place in front of him but especially thee gay angel to the point where said actor somehow made his EYES DILATE and then they told us WE were insane for seeing all of that and oh they started writing it as a romance anyway but were thwarted by the network and others over and over and well anyways, it’s just so delicious and fun but maybe that’s just bc i love theories and puzzles and figuring stuff out and putting things together and connecting dots and also my headcanons and opinions are more important than anything canon could say so idc if i get queerbaited for 50 yrs i’m on another level of existence, living gloriously in the subtext and knowing the Truth. anyways there will never be another ship like destiel 

#like if you give me two characters right off the bat as say they're Gay and Bi and push them together right away #without building their chemistry without building their relationship and you tell me THESE TWO are TOGETHER #well. im just gonna start shipping two other characters that are more interesting complex and have looked at each other longingly #the beauty of characters starting off unlabeled and seemingly 'straight' is they get richer inner worlds they get richer characterization #and THEN. they fall in love with someone of the same gender and THEN. they get labels if they want them #im not saying there shouldn't be canon queer characters off the bat either but. we need some nuance and also variety #like you can have those characters (and make them interesting and give them complex relationships w actual chemistry !!) #and we can also have the deans of the world. characters that the general audience don't see as anything but straight #but is queercoded so other queer ppl SEE there's more going on under the surface #and then some many seasons later it's like oh. oh this man likes men !!!!! #and ideally a canon coming out / reciprocated love confession *cough cough* #like they tried !!!! they considered it !!!! thee market research !!!! #anyways. insane morning i'm having idk thinking abt too much #vic.txt

[navree]

to be clear, i'm not angry about pretty boy slade wilson at all, if clark is just starting out then bruce has probably only been at it for a couple years himself, and dick is definitely still flipping about at haly's with his totally alive not ever gonna die parents and a good few years from slade deciding that his archnemesis needs to be a teenager from the most insane family in all of north america, it makes sense that slade so far is a young man still fulfilling mercenary contracts and other things like that and still in the relative flush of youth

also again, the way they drew him was hot, if this is how slade's anime twink phase goes i'm not mad about it

#personal #my adventures with superman #like slade being around clark and bruce's age makes sense considering he has kids that are dick and jason's ages #so if they're young men (and we know clark is a young man because he's a first time intern and literally started superman yesterday) #(and stands to reason bruce is at a similar age even if he's not in this show) #then slade too would be a relatively young man #with his anime snow white hair and anime golden eyes this is the best show ever made i'm sorry i can't stop giggling #it's not the fact that they made him young that's making me laugh again that makes sense #unexpected to me cuz again i'm used to him being an older gentlement with his shitty relationships with his children #and his rivalries with teenagers (the fact that he shows up in utrh just to sic assassins on nineteen year old jason for NO reason is just) #(it's insane why is he picking fights with batman's children while they're still children calm down buddy) #it's the fact that they had a choice on how to draw him and they just went He Will Be The Most Beautiful Girl In The Show #i love it

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

#toronto maple leafs #HELLO EVERYBODY THIS HAS BEEN MONTHS!!! MONTHS IN THE MAKING BECAUSE i AM UNHINGED AND NEEDED THE PRECISE PICTURES THAT I KNEW I WOULD GET #like. seventy five percent of this has been done since the first time i posted this and while it has gotten better with time because #my narratives simply got more complex and there's so much of this that is For Me but don't worry i will explain but aLSO goddamn mitch coul #you have gotten married any later in the year. also willy you truly disappointed me by not getting an absurd haircut this year (now that #i've said this he's going to debut it on instagram like. tomorrow. but anyway that meant y'all got to enjoy my neuroses of #Loving Tyler Bertuzzi who is a goddamn leaf. the joys of having to wait to post this (was not a leaf at the time i started it) and anyway i #have at length i think had the breakdown about tyler in pigtails girl dad & how i got a bob & then tyler copied me which was rude. that's m #gender. ANYWAY starting from the top we got sheldon keefe documentation which was really just the personal decision that i wanted all the #coaching staff to be the markers in the poem/the bold & also at the TIME keefe hadn't re-signed &we thought it might be everybody out w/kyl #anyway the title of the scrap of an old lover's flannel is literally 'u think this is about sheldon & kyle NO it's about timothy liljegren' #bc. liljegren was on the marlies winning cup team & has had a contentious relationship w/keefe ever since & was healthy scratched in playof #& the narrative is sooooo. also at one point for the ryan o'reilly i was going to edit the stlb out of his grandma's shirt or cover it w/th #childhood dreams line but THEN i found the gio snapped stick one which was too perfect for 'crumbling copy' the ryan o'reilly To Me is so. #ur insane in ways u did not think for that one. like. how soft her hands were. his grandma you guys. he grew up a leafs fan. if he ever get #to lift the cup with her again i will lose my shit. the cup run a movie i remember nothing--OKAY the spezz one i knew i needed him stresse #but also i believe in the spezz/kyle narrative so. it comes up later don't worry ALSO SPEZZ FOLLOWING HIM TO PITT CAME AFTER I MADE THIS bu #the muzz tea one makes me a little sensy bc muzz was out with an injury for most of this season & it was a really scary spinal one & so yea #& then the simmer one just straight up makes me cry bc i love him so much & the work that he does for anti-racism in hockey means so much & #if you have that video open & watch it i promise you will cry i do every time it's so beautiful he had to be on comforted by beauty & sammy #boy is on the a man who doesn't know me because EYE remember the caps goalie tandems. baby lilya. the mo one is a little funny bc it is #solely due to wade's thread about mo rielly the coal miner homestead husband. that's why he moves to omaha also i think it suits him (quiet #OK NOW OLD MEN IN LOVE NARRATIVE this one's in contention for my fave bc it's spezz coping w/retirement fundamental meaningless of existenc #u heard abt tyler already that's for me the minchy picture was just too good i had found it earlier & i spent SO LONG looking for an empty #leafs rink picture for bathtub i have some cool construction photos but i wanted the melting ice ones (thought about tahoe lol) & the sprin #one i manip'd a lot bc i needed a spring picture bc playoffs clinch in spring & that one fit so coincidentally perfect bc it's 7 straight #seasons 7 guys so. :) & i KNEW i swore to god they did more milk advertising i knew i was gonna do this one from the minute i saw the poem #the milk patch & it took a hot minute BUT I FOUND THIS ONE this one's for funsies. AND THE PIC I WAITED SO FUCKING LONG FOR this is actuall #from kerf's wedding but i was like i know on god mitch is getting married this summer & that's about to be the drunkest shenanigans wedding #i'm waiting for the pics. & then i was BLESSED with this one which is beautiful & perfect & LOOK AT THEM. anyway the last one is bc

[freckliedan]

okay i need to log out for the week 💛 two of my mutuals from my other main account are coming into town to watch the saw musical and they're crashing with us tonight so we gotta clean the whole house and then @phulge will be here in me and @freckliephil's arms for a WEEK‼️

#so if dnp do anything extra insane tomorrow thru next sunday that's for me roper and aries so we can scream about it together. jsyk #jam posts #it's time to have one of my dearest friends since high school + one of their friends since high school in my beautiful tumblrina household. #and after that? schrodinger's yuri may be being unschrodingered <3 #pinning this until i return #'beautiful tumblrina household?' yes. me and my husband know eachother from irl but became friends only after becoming tumblr mutuals. #we were enemies before that. and we met our beloved roommate on check please tumblr. same time we met freckliephil. #you voice wait. den. how are you doing yuri with your friends when you're married? me voice. polyamory you fools. relationship anarchy.

[crying-screaming-throwingup]

saltburn is making me feral

#saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #everything about this fucking film makes me insane #i love it so much omg #all those mirror shots to show the deceit and superficiality #CRAZY #and the beautiful layered grotesque relationships??? #literal perfection #i’m so obsessed